#Thone

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The Kiss 2: Thone Edition

The brainworms demanded Klimt, and somehow I delivered.

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please don't let this book series die I beg of yo-

[galacticgoober]

A page of Thone doodles from this morning, because they still have a chokehold on my heart (and I’m planning on rereading Bone for the 40th time soon as well). I have a new Thone fic in the works as well, hoping to finally have it done sooner or later!! (also, the “chew” sound effects are supposed to be “chu”, pls ignore that fghjhkj)

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Ice Spice - No Clarity (Official Music Video)

[aestum]

(by sarahcontesesaventures)

[assortedmelons]

Celebrity Melons

[andieburky]

Aelin and Rowan reuniting in Queen of Shadows

[samieree]

"Dawn of the North || Robb Stark" Masterlist

(fanfiction)(Robb Stark x OC)

[General Masterlist with list of boys I can write one-shots with here] [Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon Masterlist]

[my works are also avaiable on Ao3: Samiere and on wattpad: _Saelin]

Prologue + description

Chapter I ''Beginning''

Chapter II ''Two worlds''

Chapter III ''Walder Frey''

Collages: "two years"

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It always amuses me when TG acts like Alicent's life would've been better if she hadn't married Viserys, like no, if she had failed in seducing Viserys her father wouldn't have allowed her to marry someone of her choosing, he probably would've married her to the best buyer and given her status it wouldn't have been someone very important and as we were able to see, Otto doesn't care about the age of the suitor

And no, don't say "But but but house Hightower was important bla bla bla" because though that's true, her father is the second son, so unless her uncle died with no heirs, her marriage prospects weren't very good, the only thing that would've saved her a little would be the fact that she was friends with the heir, and someone would've married her in the hopes of getting close to Rhaenyra and striking an alliance, but that's me trying to find something positive about a marriage with Alicent (in the political sense). Like, there's a reason why Otto didn't publicly present Alicent as an option, because he knew he would be laughed at, who would think that the king was going to choose the worst out of his 2 options?

Viserys married her because he thought she was interested in him (in s1 ep 2 she tells him she had been enjoying his company), or at the very least that they got along, she visited him in her best clothes looking better than she ever had (cause let's be honest here, she looked great), which showed more skin than normal, she ate with him, gave him gifts, etc. Like that's shit you do in Westeros if you are interested in someone. He also married her not because he was looking for a male heir, but because he needed that little reassurance that if something happened to Rhaenyra before she had children there would be someone who could take the throne, like there's a reason why back then people had many children, not because they were the product of love but because they had titles to lend and they needed to ensure that they would pass to someone in their lineage, after all, Corlys said it himself "History does not remember BLOOD, It remembers NAMES"

Viserys isn't some sort of pervert for marrying someone younger than him, that was normal in Westeros, women were considered old and barren as soon as they turned 24 (exaggeration), do you really think lords married young girls to prey on their beauty and youth? No! They married 15-year-olds because they were fertile and because of the advantages the marriage would bring to them, a marriage was never simply because "they are beautiful"

People need to stop putting so much blame on Viserys, does he deserve it? probably, but greenies often forget that Otto was the one who pimped out his daughter, and put all the blame on Viserys as if he had requested the guards to bring Alicent to his chambers as if he had made the first move.

"oh but he told her not to tell Rhaenyra" Wrong, he ASKED If she had told Rhaenyra, why would he ask her not to tell Rhaenyra, what, 6 months after they started seeing each other?

One last thing, Alicent did have a choice, she could've told Viserys "My dad sent me to comfort you" and then acted like she misunderstood what Otto meant by it and if she didn't do that and went with her fathers plan she could've told Rhaenyra, that way she could've at least saved her relationship with her. After all, if Alicent had a right to get mad at Rhaenyra for not telling her she had gotten stuffed by Criston, Rhaenyra surely has a right to get mad that her best friend had been seeing HER dad behind her back for MONTHS

[jellyfishsthings]

WARNINGS: reader is a Velaryon with some Targaryen features but not an OC, this is just some story building there will be other parts. I just finished the books and I am obsessed with GOT wither way I was bored and this is the result so beware ... I think that's it. Also Theon is a pookie in this fic because I said so

PAIRING: fem!reader x Robb Stark (romantically), fem!reader x Jon Snow (platonically), fem!reader x Theon Greyjoy (platonically)

This will be the last part... (it did go as planned)

part 1, part 2, part 3

In the heart of Winterfell, where the stone walls stood resolute against the biting cold and whispers of ancient lore echoed through darkened corridors, a storm was brewing. The air crackled with tension as flames flickered ominously in the distance, painting the night sky a hellish orange. Visenya Velaryon, an ethereal presence amidst the chaos, felt an inexplicable pull toward those flames—an echo of something buried deep within her lineage.

With her dark hair streaked in silver and violet eyes that glimmered like amethysts under starlight, she sprinted past startled guards and bewildered servants. Her heart thundered not just from fear but from an insatiable desire to protect. Children were trapped; their cries pierced through the cacophony like arrows shot into the night. The Lannisters had struck again—a diversion masked by fire and treachery.

“Visenya!” Robb Stark’s voice broke through her fervor as he raced after her, his expression a mixture of worry and determination. He caught up with her just before she reached the edge of blazing timber beams that collapsed like giants yielding to gravity.

“What are you doing? It’s too dangerous!” His hands grasped her shoulders tightly as he scanned for signs of burns or soot on her pale skin.

“I can’t leave them,” she breathed out desperately, pointing toward a group huddled together near what remained of a barricade—a few terrified children frozen in shock against rising smoke.

Without waiting for his response, Visenya lunged forward into the inferno's embrace. The heat clawed at her skin as if warning her away; yet somehow it felt familiar—as if it recognized its own kin in this girl who bore Targaryen blood beneath layers of Stark loyalty.

Robb followed instinctively despite every fiber urging him to pull back; he’d be damned if he lost another friend to flames. He found himself enveloping Visenya’s hand with his own as they pushed through searing heat and choking smoke until finally reaching those frightened souls—eyes wide with horror yet filled with hope at their arrival.

The children clung to them while Robb led them toward safety even as embers danced around them like malevolent spirits seeking vengeance upon all who dared defy their wrath. Miraculously unscathed by flame or ash, Visenya emerged alongside Robb into cooler air where snowflakes drifted lazily down from above—a stark contrast to what they had escaped.

Yet relief was fleeting; visions flashed behind closed eyelids—memories hauntingly vivid but distant enough that she could scarcely believe they were hers alone.

It was years ago when little Visenya had been drawn inexplicably toward warmth radiating from Winterfell’s great hearth—the very same fire now wreaking havoc outside these sacred walls. She stood there at six years old, small hands outstretched towards glowing embers shimmering like stars fallen from heaven itself when suddenly strong arms encircled her waist.

“Visenya! No!” Ned Stark's voice resonated deeply within those stone halls tinged by both love and authority alike while Catelyn rushed beside him—her face pale with concern etched upon delicate features framed by auburn locks cascading down one shoulder like autumn leaves surrendering to winter winds.

“But I want to feel it!” young Visenya protested defiantly even as warmth dissipated under stern gazes directed firmly towards danger lurking nearby—not merely flames but perhaps something more sinister hidden beneath layers woven throughout history itself…

Ned knelt beside his ward; brows knitted tightly together while Catelyn gently took hold of those tiny hands still untouched by fiery temptation—a miracle indeed given how close she had come just moments before!

“How did you not get burned?” Catelyn gasped incredulously after inspecting each finger carefully against flickering light illuminating their surroundings dimly yet beautifully—their world balanced delicately between safety inside these ancient walls versus threats lingering beyond mere physical dangers themselves…

That evening turned darker still once shadows crept deeper among candlelit corners where whispers carried secrets far heavier than any child should bear:

“She is Targaryen,” Catelyn argued fiercely later that night when Ned sat brooding quietly over matters weighing heavily on his mind amid familial disputes swirling around them all “We cannot keep putting our family at risk! She must go!”

“And who will take care of her?” Ned counter-posed calmly though tension simmering just below surface couldn’t be ignored “Her ancestry isn’t hidden nor forgotten… We might be all she has left.”

Each word hung heavy within silence thickening around them both—the weight borne solely upon shoulders already burdened beyond measure trying endlessly holding onto honor amid tides threatening everything they held dear… because in a few short days she would be loaded into a carriage and leave Winterfall for years to come, training along side Maesters and secretly learning how to fight. Fill her thirst for knowledge about her past and her long lost family.

Back in present-day Winterfell amidst chaos unleashed outside once more came realization crashing down upon Visenya: heritage wasn’t simply bloodline—it intertwined fate binding hearts together forevermore whether forged through flame or ice alike!

Emerging victorious alongside Robb now standing strong beside one another—both marked indelibly by trials faced bravely knowing darkness would never extinguish light ignited deep within their souls—they understood now what true strength meant: family chosen freely rather than simply inherited alone…

And so as dawn began breaking slowly over horizon lighting sky anew promising hope unyieldingly steadfast—Visenya Velaryon looked up meeting gaze unwaveringly locked onto vibrant violet pools reflecting fierce resolve mirrored equally back toward hers without hesitation reaffirming bonds created not only forged by fires endured but also cementing legacies built stronger than any flame could ever touch…

[heartwasglass]

She’s beautiful.

[jerzwriter]

Choices Artists Appreciation Day

I want to start by thanking the artists who helped bring my Crimes of Passion HC to life during the past year.

The first three commissions below are by @/artbyainna on Instagram. While she's not on Tumblr, she is beyond talented and the sweetest person you could ever deal with. The third, in particular, is one of my all-time favorites.

When I read Crimes 2, I felt we were robbed, and there was no CG in the scene where Vasili was on the throne waiting for Trystan x MC. The world needed it! I knew the beyond incredibly talented @oh-so-youre-a-nerd was the one who could bring it to life, and they did!

I'm grateful to these incredibly talented artists, not only for my commissions but for all they bring to the Choices community!

@choicesfandomappreciation Artists Appreciation Day

[ursulawhosoever]

Im love with it😇🪽

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VIP (very important pig)

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[its-actually-minicika]

How would we feel if I started writing for GoT as well?

Please leave requests for the loml Jon, Robb and Jaime frfr

(And anyone else you guys want, really)