#WOI

[ripplefactor]

A bedroom at Charleston’s Aiken-Rhett house .. photographed for WoI, May 1989 ..

[olivine-rain]

waow

[flordosmuros]

I BOUGHT A TABLET HELL YEAH SHJSJZJDJSJE

[oldshowbiz]

Channel 5 - WOI Television

[reginarubie]

Last chapter of WOI is up (you can read it HERE) whilst under the cut is actually the trailer of the coming sequel WADOW (wolves and dragons of winter)

Thank you for sharing this journey with me, I have had so much fun and honestly could not have done it without you all. Even just one small comment — months between updates — have been enough to keep my motivation to write this fic and bring it to completion.

Thank you for all your kind words and support. I am sorry some of you found Lyanna’ character distasteful, but I think it was very relatable and plausible for the circumstances and her age (I find that most fan-characterisation of her make her sound too mature for her age).

Hope you enjoyed the road until here, and to see you soon for the sequel or any other of my stories you particularly like.

As always sending all my love ~G.

Ps. Under the cut the trailer of WADOW

Nineteen years have passed since Avaelya of House Targaryen became Avaelya Stark, lady of Winterfell and later princess consort in the North. After two years of war she and Brandon had found their way home again, and now, seventeen years later everything is about to change again.

The Iron throne is calling. Aegon is of age now, has been for a while, and Robert has almost worked the Realm to the ground with his economy of the costly tournaments and whores and banquets while the people have almost less the nothing once winter come.

In the North the Enemy still slumbers but for how long still? The Realm needs to present an united front against It when the real cold comes.

It is time for the wolves and dragons of winter to raise from the late summer snows and take the Realm by storm.

Winter is coming, and it’s coming with Fire and Blood.

[ekleipsi]

A drunk bar fight.

Something Ashe wasn't to keen to get involved with. But one thing ked to another and because he was 'such a gentleman' did the constellation not let some guy harass a girl that was seated near him. A few tussles later, fist thrown wildly and a glass bottle shattered and used, did ashe find himself seated outside the bar on the ground. The bartender tried getting him to call an ambulance but he refused.

Instead was his own phone pulled out, bloodied finger smearing gore across screen as he searched for Maddoxs number. Hesitation. A sigh. Maybe he should have taken the offer for an ambulance. Jittered typing vibrates the phone before hands hang loosely over knees, the constellation trying to regulate his breathing.

[Txt] come to XX bar on 5th.

A few seconds pass before another...

[Txt] please.

Hand then tosses the phone aside only to press against the gash that lengthened across his waist. It wasn't deep enough for an ER. They could take care of it at home, right? Each passing second brought forth a dizziness, tongue circling maw only to taste iron. Maddox would make it before he passed out... right?

--- Sandbag in their apartment had seen better days- wrapped up in duct tape for multiple reasons and swinging from the ceiling, heavy and bloated with its own weight. Maddox had fingerless gloves on, sweating profusely from the intense work out he'd been going at on the bag itself. A series of jabs, hooks, and guards to keep on his toes when confronting boxers; MMA often had him in mixed positions, but this wasn't exactly a good time to work on his lower half given the space. Instead, abdominal and pectoral muscles tensed and flexed beneath exertion with grunt after grunt, careful breathing exhaled.

--- After one more series of reps did he allow himself a break. Silver white locks were sticky with sweat, clinging to his face in some places before he took a long swig of water and toweled off the sweat. This was always a good distraction from his thoughts- especially those regarding the Scorpio, but irony came in the form of a light on his cell the moment he sat down to breathe. A request to come to the bar, from roommate?

--- Eyes rolled, immediately lifting device to palm to text back something about getting drunk alone, though that was when the please filtered onto his screen. Jacket is grabbed, sneakers yanked onto his feet; he doesn't care that he's without shirt and still in training shorts, he's out the door in seconds after receiving the plea. Ashe never said please, not for anything which only meant it was someone else on his phone (an issue), or something was truly wrong (an issue!).

--- Rushing down the stairs and onto the street, it was only a couple blocks away of him half sprinting towards said bar to find the Scorpio seated outside. ' Ashe? Ashe! ' a loud snap of gruff voice, approaching quickly to find the blood smeared over fingers and phone alike- the sway in roommate's frame made him hiss, squatting down to steady the shorter. ' Hey, hey! Look at me. What the fucking happened? ' Was now really the best time for questions? When the others responses came in slurred tones, he could only roll his eyes. Drunk and injured.

--- ' You've got to be fucking kidding me... ' he sighed heavily, pursing his lips. Without thinking too much more on the matter, he stuffed the others phone into jacket and...scooped him right up. Bridal style, carrying the lighter all the way back to their apartment with a small grunt and a couple of stops to take a breath...though once inside? He could at least more comfortably settle the boxer onto the couch and go to grab the first aid kit. ' You can't fall asleep, you asshole. It'll be bad if you fell asleep. You know the drill. ' he muttered out, settling down beside him.

--- Being fighters, they both understood that staying awake was paramount, to at least avoid the potential and rule out concussions. The very first thing he began to do was press a damp towel against the...rather large wound. Larger than he'd originally seen, once he'd all but shredded Ashe's shirt from his form, though it took much longer than he'd hoped to staunch the bleeding...and who knew how much the Scorpio had lost. ' Maybe...we should do to the hospital, Ashe... ' he whispered finally, worry swelling in his chest and causing bile to rise in his throat. When had he grown to worry so much, they'd both had injuries before. Forehead pressed forward along with his palm once more, resting it against smaller's shoulders. ' Not gonna forgive you, bastard, not if you end up biting it over some shitty bar fight. '

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[wanderloveshater]

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[coolcheese51]

wander over yonder. yeah. and who are those guys btw

[oldshowbiz]

Channel 5

[reginarubie]

New chapter of WOI is up, you can read it here.

As always the music nor anything you recognise is mine, only my plot is mine.

His wife prayed everynight the Gods, to lend her the strength and patience to protect her children, all of her children. Those born of her womb, those yet to come and those who she had welcomed in her heart. — Brandon