#Magnar

[otakunowplz]

(I take no credit for any of these images) simply in love with the duskwalker bride series by Opal Reyne ❤️❤️❤️

[thewatcher0nthewall]

You see Mance, Not all of them crows return to tell their stories in their black castle...

Styr, Magnar of Thenns

[devitarart]

Magnar is ready for Dawntrail

[empressofkingfishers]

A Soul to Heal spoilers (by Opal Reyne)

The Owl Witch: drops Delora on Magnar

Delora: has almost every bone in her body broken

Magnar: gets his neck snapped

The Owl Witch: LMAO

[rion-writes]

Ohhh magnar?? For wip game

This fic is the one I am the most upset I haven't completed yet.

Fall 2014 where we still through Winds of Winter would come out within the decade. My best friend 5eva and I took a roadtrip through the Pacific Northwest and hashed out the entire plot points for this story. I bounced all my ideas off them and worked down to the nitty gritty about making everything canon compliant.

Things that happened in my life that pretty much wrecked me from any sort of fun fandom experience for 4-5 years made any staggered updates on this fic nil to poor. I also found that due to both source materials I could only work on this during fall/winter lmfao.

By the weirdest sort of coincidence that same BFF 5 eva finally picked up rewatching GOT and the terrible, awful, no good, very bad fanfic seasons and conclusion. We're talking about it again.

and it's fall/winter.

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Magnar is a Hannibal fanfiction set in ASOIAF. By set I mean pretty much every event that is happening in canon is happening in the background of this story, without actually seeing any of the 'main' ASOIAF characters. Most little folk and knights don't after all, but a few tertiary and secondary characters get a line or two to move the plots along.

Ser Jack Crawford, under the banner of King Stannis Baratheon, is sent to Skagos with his men including Bravosi sellsword Beverly Katz and houndsman Will Graham. Besides establishing King Stannis' presence on the island and the North itself they're escorting Maester Price and his Acolyte Zeller to work for the 'civilized' North at the request of the Citadel.

Namely, the portion of the island controlled by the Vergers and gifted to them for their service to the Targaryen throne. They claim to have roots in Old Valeria.

What concerns Ser Jack Crawford more than the legitimacy of the Vergers is the whispers going around the taverns and trading stalls-

That the Ripper of the Narrow Sea had made berth from Skagos.

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Magnar (9437 words) by Rionarch Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Hannibal (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, Alana Bloom/Margot Verger Characters: Will Graham, Hannibal Lecter, Abigail Hobbs, Jack Crawford, Beverly Katz, Alana Bloom, Margot Verger, Baratheons (ASoIaF) Additional Tags: War of the Five Kings, Wargs & Warging (A Song of Ice and Fire), Greenseers & Greensight (A Song of Ice and Fire), Cannibalism Summary: As King Stannis Baratheon makes his play to protect the realm and solidify Northern support at the Wall, he sends his landed knight Ser Jack Crawford to treat with the lest vestiges of a Valyrian House, the Vergers, on Skagos. Magnar Hannibal Lector has other ideas he'd rather entertain.

I have a few chapters already up. Have a snippet of the next one.

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“Oh, do beg my pardon. I didn’t mean to startle any of you. I simply thought that if a caravan as well armed as yourselves was going to the castle it might be just the right time to go myself.” Flame red hair and sharp cheek bones might have done something to hide her if the verdant purple shawl hadn’t been the mainstay of the whorehouses in King’s Landing.  Lady Margot scoffed but Beverly wasn’t as sure. 

“I’ve seen you outside of Muskrat Holdfast. What’s your business with the Magnar?” Ser Jack cut her off and looked less amused by the minute.

“What does a whore have to do with the following of King Baratheon’s men?” Her smile was more stoic. 

“Well I’d certainly done enough in his late Majesty’s Baratheon service. I’m just a woman who looks out for other little deers and their interests. If you must know there’s a certain someone at the castle who I have to look after.”

[miss-sheepy]

Getting close to finally finishing this campaign so I thought it was about time I drew our D&D party looking cool ✨

[theforgxttenshade]

pov: I just remembered I had a Lynel OC whom I love very much

[swordsandspectacles]

The actual bread and butter of my art really is silly little doggies… holds Magnar aloft and shakes him around for a while.

[the-moon-and-the-sea]

Hey guys! I thought of a short little scene that I wanted to share with you all. This would take place quite some time after Book 3, so if you don't want spoilers then feel free to skip this post if you like!

For those who stay, I hope you enjoy!

Cornelia sat upon a wooden bench, aged with moss and wet from mildew. These things had long since stopped bothering her, however, once she had stopped being human.

The moss was beautiful, the dampness welcoming. Water was, after all, her element. And nature was a close friend of hers.

Her long, pale hair shone like silver in the light of the full moon. Her skin sparkled like the surface of the ocean. She had fully accepted her role as the new spirit of the sea, though it had taken her many years to do so.

"What brings you so far from the sea, Cornelia?" Came a familiar voice.

She didn't need to look up to know that Magnar, the spirit of the moon, had appeared just behind her. Though when she did look at him, she immediately noticed something was off.

His white hair, usually unaffected by gravity, lay flat against his head. His eyes, usually as pale as the surface of the moon itself, had darkened to near-black.

Cornelia smiled sadly. "I guess I'm here for the same reason you are."

Magnar returned the sad smile, and with it, he gave Cornelia a nod. His eyes then focused one something across from Cornelia, any semblance of a smile fading from his lips.

Cornelia followed his gaze, across the stone pathway in front of the bench, and to the tombstone resting there.

Engraved in the stone were just a few words:

"Emily Gardner, 1984 - 2068

Lucilda Gardner, 1983 - 2073"

There was space for more names on the grave, Cornelia knew, but Emily never wanted to force Michael, the son she and Lucilda had adopted, to feel obligated to carry the weight of their family name with him. When he would eventually pass on, he could be burried with his mothers, or in a plot of his own with his wife. The most important thing Emily wanted their son to have was a choice.

Cornelia shook her head as tears rushed to her eyes. Foolish Emily. She spent so much time trying to let the significance of the Gardner name go that she failed to realize the new meaning she'd put behind it. Gardner was no longer a legacy of Spellcasters forced to inherit the family tradition, but rather, it was the name of a kind family, and a loving home.

So of course, when the time would eventually come, Cornelia was certain Michael would be proud to be burried in the Gardner family plot.

She was so proud of the work her sister had done. And she missed her so damn much.

Magnar placed a hand on Cornelia's shoulder. "It has been 10 years to this night since she passed."

"I know."

"And time hardly makes it any easier."

"I know that! Geez, old man, stop preaching to me about everything." But there was no weight behind Cornelia's words. Magnar had helped her a lot with her responsibilities as the new spirit of the sea. He was, after all, partially responsible for the sea too.

He didn't run away this time. He didn't hide. He and Cornelia spent years finding a proper balance between what part of her element she could control, and what part she should control. Water was a large part of life on Earth, after all, and she shouldn't have the power to control life itself, nor did Cornelia want it.

"Would you like to say a few words?" Magnar asked.

Cornelia shook her head 'no'. "What's the point? Emily can't hear me now, and she already knew everything I wanted to say to her." Cornelia stood up from the bench. "I should go visit Victoria. I'm sure she could use someone to talk to."

In a flash of blue light, Cornelia vanished. Magnar smiled a little to himself. He was certain Victoria needed Cornelia that night just as much as Cornelia needed her in return.

He looked down at the grave one last time before he took Cornelia's spot on the bench. He closed his eyes, letting the light from the moon wash over him.

[animedoragon]

he still lives rent free in my head I hate him

[balimode]

I am crying at the sequin abs. Just. God. Imagine if this had been at the Camp year!!

[reportwire]

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[aestheteasteria]

Gustav Magnar Witzoe l Met Gala 2024

[bebemoon]

gustav magnar witzøe wearing versace (and reminding me deeply of a kay nielsen prince) | met gala 2o24

[queen-rndmchick]

Gustav Magnar Witzoe @ Met Gala 2024 🌸

[missegyptiana]

i kinda love this