#abe Martell

[rambleonwithrosie]

Okay Judean Beauty Contest time 🤣 which of the disciples as portrayed in the Chosen TV show do you find most attractive?

If you don't watch the show feel free to look at the pics below and give your vote.

And we're talking in show here because some of them are more attractive out of character (George Xanthis is much cuter than John imo) and some of them are cuter in character (Z is much more handsome than Alaa Safi sorry)

*yes I realize Yoshi Barrigas no longer plays Philip but he's the Philip we've had the most of on screen kinda like Abe's Big James so that's who I'm going with

[pedge-stuff]

I just had the worst and saddest possible day ever and all I wished was someone here, just to hug me under my cold covers. Can you please make something up with pedro and reader please?

I'm so sorry you are going through this?? I hope things have improved since you submitted this. Sending love your way.

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okay (pedro pascal x gn/m!reader)

a/n: same vague universe as “marked,“ per usual.

a little, plotless shorty for your troubles.

thanks, as always, for everything.

TW: a very brief mention of disordered eating

summary: sometimes, you just need to be held.

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"I'm okay," you whisper. "It's okay, really. I just need a little bit."

Less than convincing.

There is a dip in the mattress behind you. Even with your eyes closed, covers pulled over your head, turned away from him entirely, you can tell he is settling against the headboard, atop the duvet.

Pedro doesn't speak. Doesn't touch you, either, but you're not really sure if you're grateful for that; sometimes, being touched when you're like this feels so intolerable, it takes your breath away. Other times, a soft touch feels like the only thing that can hold you together. Trial and error, involving a lot of shitty and unfair antagonisms, has taught Pedro to give you space before he gives you love.

This is why you suck, your brain supplies. Nothing more— your mind is too fucking tired to even dissect your insecurities properly. You just feel bad.

Not without reason; at least, not today. Three missed calls from your mother, with whom you are barely speaking to, anyways. (It turns out being engaged to Oberyn Martell is about the only thing that could cure her passive aggressive homophobia. A bit too late to be water under the bridge, at any rate.)

Three missed calls, and some really shit news.

So, you're in bed. Under the covers, hiding, as if 8:30 is a totally normal bedtime.

And things are decidedly not good.

The tears come, silent and steady.

A warm press of lips to the back of your neck startles you; hot puffs of breath where his nose is buries into the hair curled at your nape, just a moment, before pulling back. It does not feel as bad as you'd feared.

"Sorry," you croak, blindly reaching behind you; squeeze what feels like his knee, in what you hope is a marginally reassuring gesture. "I'm fine, baby, you don't have to sit here with me." Pedro is early to bed— neither of you are really night owls— but not this early.

He makes no effort to move. "Can I..." A tentative hand, between your shoulder blades.

You can't help the thin whine that accompanies your shaky exhale. Fucking pathetic. But you turn, slowly, rolling over to face him. You'd assumed he was up against the headboard, but he's shifted down now, head on the pillow beside you.

Smiling, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes.

Wordlessly, he tucks an arm over your waist. He's always been strong, biceps as thick and sturdy as tree limbs, but the Gladiator training has added a layer of muscle just about everywhere. (Including his stomach. Abs are slowly stealing the small belly there, and while you're proud of the work he's putting in, you secretly miss the softness.)

"I don't know what you're thinking," Pedro whispers, mouth brushing against the top of your head. "But I'm so sorry, honey." He rubs the length of your spine, brow furrowing at the feeling of unfamiliar protrusions. Stress and an irregular schedule has sent good eating habits by the wayside; your body is shrinking, while his grows.

It's been the shittiest fucking month. He's been gone, you've been busy, and neither of you have gotten enough of the other. Back in New York three days now, but this is the first night you've been able to stay in together— and, of course, you've ruined it.

"Just happy to be with you," Pedro says, as if reading your mind. "Maybe this strike'll last forever, and I'll never need to go back to Morocco. Sorry, Paul Mescal."

You laugh, despite yourself, thick with tears. "I'm gonna miss the fan selfies, I think. What're they calling you? Pee-paw?"

Pedro groans, punishing you by pulling you tighter against him. Your face is squashed against his chest. Not a hardship. He smells clean, spiced. Familiar. Comfortably, and safe.

"You're engaged to the oldest man on the internet," he laments. "In Twitter years, I'm dead."

The squished hug is short-lived, breaking as he rolls back, gently, to get a better look at you. Cups your face, puffy and wet and gross; brushes twin thumbs over your cheeks, with a fond smile.

"There you are," Pedro whispers.

"I'm okay." Another sniff, but the threat of tears seems to have subsided. Today was shit, but it's over now; you're here, together, with nothing but time and sleep ahead of you.

"It's okay that you're not, sweetheart."

But you are. You're with him.

[15-lizards]

Hi! I absolutely love your thoughts on Planetosi fashion and the culture aspects and changes in fashion over the time periods. It’s such an aspect of world building that I don’t think gets much focus in media and it gives a look into so much of a richer world that we didn’t see as much in the show (in my opinion).

I know you mentioned a bit about the Daynes style of dress, but do you have any more HCs on Dorne? I know you mentioned the the amount of layers would change according to the region because of the heat.

Yes I love thinking ab dornish fashion!!

Starting from the north, near the Dornish marches and by the Red Mountains, where those with the most Andal blood live, we have a little bit of a mix between influences. Either because they live so close to the edge of the kingdom, or because Andal traditions trickled down. Clothing is thicker bc it is a (slight) bit colder for where stony dornishmen live. Textiles are also a combo of thicker fabrics they get from the stormlands/reach and traditional airy fabrics from Dorne.

Moving to the actual deserts of Dorne, this is where you see full coverage clothing. Usually this consists of a singular long and loose shift, with added robes for added protection. If you pass a sandy dornishman in the desert, you will hardly ever see their face. Clothing is almost solely made up of cotton and linen (they’re the most breathable fabrics) and there is always going to be a turban or hat of some kind while they ride or herd or work

And “Salty” dornish fashion (so around the coastlines) still has strong remnants of their Rhoynar ancestors. Both in patterns/accessories and the fabrics they use. They can afford to have both light and heavy fabrics since they live near the water and weather will cool during winter, unlike the rest of Dorne. Their patterns and textiles still reflect the intricate artistry of the old Rhoynar cultures, and has striking similarities to the free cities, mostly Myr

The Martells themselves :D very much drippy. Despite the fact that Dorne is a notoriously brutal climate, their clothes reflect the fact that they are not only wealthy enough to survive but also have extravagance. I’m obsessed with the idea of gilded and embellished clothing for the Martells, especially for ceremonial/traditional clothing to show off power (the left pic is Doran and Oberyn at an important Sunspear ball is it not) ALSO I like to think that princesses of Dorne will wear their bride price on their clothing as a sort of “I’m expensive” type thing, embellishing their dresses with silver coins and charms that equal the cost of their bride price

BONUS sand snake fits: I think the girlies like to match, especially when they need to go intimidate someone. Still fairly practical most of the time for riding around and fighting but still indicative of their royal blood despite their bastard status. Other times I think they fully dress practically and essentially like a commoner (when they need to stay hidden for ~espionage~ reasons) and it’s just easier to move around in whenever they’re in rough terrain. Probably favored by resident butch Obara

[queenaryastark]

As gross as the parallel is, it's interesting that GRRM has Quentyn hear false rumors of Dany that vilify her for promiscuity in a similar way that their shared ancestor, Meria was vilified by her enemies:

The more Quentyn heard of Daenerys Targaryen, the more he feared that meeting. The Yunkai'i claimed that she fed her dragons on human flesh and bathed in the blood of virgins to keep her skin smooth and supple. Beans laughed at that but relished the tales of the silver queen's promiscuity. "One of her captains comes of a line where the men have foot-long members," he told them, "but even he's not big enough for her. She rode with the Dothraki and grew accustomed to being fucked by stallions, so now no man can fill her." -- Quentyn II, ADWD

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Age and ill health finally did what dragons and armies could not. In 13 AC, Meria Martell, the Yellow Toad of Dorne, died abed (whilst having intimate relations with a stallion, her enemies insisted). -- Fire and Blood

Both Dany and Meria are/were powerful women ruling in their own right whose enemies fabricated falsehoods about them and tried to depict them as sexually depraved since they couldn't defeat them. This is clearly an intentional parallel not only between Dany and her ancestor but between both of them and Catherine the Great who was also sexualized by her enemies, who couldn't defeat her. She, too, was said to be participating in beastiality with a horse when she died, which was false.

Through Dany and Meria, GRRM is showing how women in positions of power are vilified by misogynists who want to uphold the status quo.

[asongoficeandfiresource]

Deria Martell in The Rise of the Dragon

Age and ill health finally did what dragons and armies could not. In 13 AC, Meria Martell, the Yellow Toad of Dorne, died abed (whilst having intimate relations with a stallion, her enemies insisted). Her son Nymor succeeded her as Lord of Sunspear and Prince of Dorne. Sixty years old, his health already failing, the new Dornish prince had no appetite for further slaughter. He began his reign by sending a delegation to King’s Landing, to return the skull of the dragon Meraxes and offer King Aegon terms of peace. His own heir, his daughter Deria, led the embassy. Prince Nymor’s peace proposals encountered strong opposition in King’s Landing. Queen Visenya was hard set against them. “No peace without submission,” she declared, and her friends on the king’s council echoed her words. Orys Baratheon, who had grown bent and bitter in his later years, argued for sending Princess Deria back to her father less a hand. Lord Oakheart sent a raven, suggesting that the Dornish girl be sold into “the meanest brothel in King’s Landing, till every beggar in the city has had his pleasure of her.” Aegon Targaryen dismissed all such proposals; Princess Deria had come as an envoy under a banner of peace and would suffer no harm under his roof, he vowed. -- Fire and Blood

[the-goblin-cat]

re: the emojis ask

THE WHOLE HOG @ my good personal friend neville da factor factor

One whole hog for Neville D. Factor coming up (that is not his middle initial) (he does not eat pork)

✨How did you come up with the OC's name?

I started with the lamest name I had learned in history class, Neville Chamberlain, and then changed the last name

🌼How old are they (or approximate age range)?

Neville is currently fifteen as of the stories that exist. I plan for the filmverse stories to follow this generation into at least their early 20s though so they will age and change and become taller and grow facial hair sorry @jin-kies

🌺Do they have any love interests?

Yes, Cherise Martel who I did the other ask barrage about! There are others after his heart (Mindy exists/blonds cling to him like weevils) but they are endgame

🍕What is their favorite food?

Actually I don't think I've thought about this. It might be McDonald's fries.

💼What do they do for a living?

Well at the moment he is a student at the Scholomance. He wants to follow in the family business (theater management) and will wind up becoming a sort of detective/troubleshooter for the hidden community of San Francisco (and briefly, emperor)

🎹🎯🥊Combining these asks about hobbies, being good at things, and liking things, because the answer is the same. Neville's main hobby is tinkering, with both devices and with magic. He loves to make things and to have things he has made. He took piano lessons when he was younger and can occasionally bang out a tune as well. In addition to this, he is also really good at throwing things. Mostly this has come up for the purpose of gags. Neville also hates getting dragged into situations, yet frequently his good heart forces him to intervene. On a more physical note he hates excessive physical exertion.

❤ What is one of your OC's best memories?

Attending a performance of the Nutcracker at his grandfather's theater. Grandpa Moishe is also a magical tinkerer. The nutcrackers and tin soldiers were actual automatons.

✂ what is one of your OC's worst memories?

The breakup with Mindy was extremely messy and semi-public; it happened backstage during a rehearsal for a school play.

🧊 Is their current design the first one?

Neville's design has changed a lot in detail but not much in design. Originally he was the most regular anime boy there could be (albeit he had brown hair instead of Kirito black) and wore a green coat. As time went on he got taller and ganglier, then I changed him from being fully white to a white-passing mixed race jewish boy (hispanic on a grandmother's side). He also originally had a signature scarf but I realized I was making too many scarf boys at around that time so I axed it.

🍀What originally inspired the OC?

I wanted Neville to be a perfectly generic guy for a homestuck fanfic I was writing. I had wanted audience participation but no one gave me anything so I just decided to create a very normal boy with a lame name.

🌂What genre do they belong in?

what a curious question. I can tell you what genre he's *from,* urban fantasy. But if he had a choice he'd be in a scifi.

💚 What is their gender and sexuality?

I make a lot of cishet characters and lemme tell you, he is the most cishet one of all

🙌Do they have any siblings?

Neville has an older sister, Dolores, who is adopted, and a twin sister named Nancy; their parents have hidden which one was oldest (they also look and act nothing alike)

🍎What is their relationship with their parents?

Neville's parents are really nice! but they have such different personalities from him that they have trouble understanding each other.

🧠what do you like most about the OC?

I like how Neville revealed himself to me in the writing. I had set out to create a wholly uninteresting character but he wound up becoming very well liked by my friends, and I realized that part of his arc should be realizing himself that he is a cool, capable and interesting person.

✏ how often do you draw/write about your OC?

I can't draw but I love to write. I've written a number of stories starring Neville or otherwise set in Neville's world. PM me for links

💎do you ever see yourself killing the OC?

Probably not. I may do a distant future story referencing his death but otherwise no.

💀 does your oc have any phobias?

His bad break up left him with a discomfort around women and girls that he doesn't know. Unfortunately he must interact with them constantly

🍩does your OC have a nemesis or rival?

No but he should. closest he has is Gabriel, a character who is romantically interested in Cherise. However Neville doesn't know Gabriel feels that way or even dislikes him.

🎓 🍥These are the same question actually

I created Neville a little after Cherise entered her princess incarnation, so 20-21. They were made for different projects and didn't originally have anything to do with each other! Not until much later when Cherise entered her knight phase did I think Neville would be a fun partner for her.

[not---meat]

Paradise: Chapter 3: She Ran Away

Pairing: Javier Peña x McKenzie Martel

Rating: A - Adult

Warnings: Angst.

Summary: Conversations over brunch.

Note: This is an AU set in between season 2 and season 3 of Narcos sometime in the 90's. I apologize in advance for any historical inaccuracies!

MASTERLIST --- PARADISE MASTERLIST

What was the saying? If you love something let it go and if it comes back to you then it’s yours? McKenzie thought that was bullshit. Sure you could let it go… but would you still want it when it came back?

As she sat in the old diner in Laredo and stirred her coffee she lost herself in thought. She wondered if there was a reason for any of this madness. She wondered if sitting there waiting for him to show up was even worth the hassle. Javier had promised they would just talk. He had promised that he would tell her what had drove him to leave the way he did and not just some excuse for her safety. He had promised to tell her what brought him back. As if she didn’t know.

Kenzi wasn’t an idiot. The whole time that Javier was gone she had kept a close eye on the news. She had heard all of the stories of Pablo Escobar, feared for Javier’s life, and scoured the obituaries for his name just in case. Maybe she had stopped visiting Chucho, maybe she had all but given up on ever seeing Javier again, but she still cared about him even if he hurt her.

"Kenz."

His voice pulled her attention from the coffee she was stirring and had been stirring for a while. Green eyes flickered upward, meeting his own, shaded by the yellow tinted aviators he wore. Kenzi nodded, as if to tell him to sit down as she brought the cup to her lips and sipped her coffee. She wasn't sure what she was going to say. Truthfully she wasn't even sure she wanted to hear what he had to say. Her stomach turned as her heart pulled itself every which way, fighting for dominance, fighting for the decision on whether she was going to get up and walk away or if she was really going to hear him out.

"I saw you finished the mural yesterday." Javier sat down in the booth across from her, setting his jacket down next to him. He took the aviators off of his face and hung them from the collar of his shirt. "It looks good. I think dad will like it."

She slowly set her coffee back down onto the table, nodding and swallowing the mouthful of the bitter drink. "Yeah. I hope so."

Javier pursed his lips slightly, watching her with an eyebrow slightly raised. "Look… Kenz we don't have to do this yet if you don't wa-"

"I do." She cut him off, eyes flitting from the coffee cup still warming her hands to meet his eyes once again. "I'd rather get this over and done with so I don't have to think about it anymore."

Slow breaths. A sigh. Javier nodded his head and waved down the server so he could order a coffee for himself, his eyes never fully leaving Kenzi despite her willingness to look away from him and focus on something else. Anything else. She gazed out the window, watching as a couple walked down the street hand in hand. Stupid, happy smiles plastered on their face as they spoke to each other. It made her feel sick. It made her feel like she just might throw up.

"Fine." Javier started, smiling up at the server as she handed him his coffee, "Fine, Kenzi. Fine. What do you want to know?"

Her answer was quick. One word. Why.

A long sigh passed Javiers lips as he lit a cigarette and shook his head, taking in a puff before speaking. "I already told you, McKenzie. It was for your safety."

"That's bullshit." Kenzi whispered, shaking her head. "Tell me the truth, Javier."

"That is the truth, McKenzie."

"But not the whole truth." She bit back, her gaze snapping toward him, "Tell me the whole truth."

Another long sigh passed Javiers lips. He ashed his cigarette into an ashtray then took another pull off of it, shaking his head as the smoke billowed from his lips.

"Fine. I didn't want you to come." He admitted, "I didn't… I thought I needed a change, Kenz. I mean, fuck, I was about to marry Lorraine, settle down, maybe start a family… I wasn't ready."

Kenzi once again looked out the window, shaking her head as she wrapped her arms around herself, her fingers moved to her bottom lip, picking at it lightly. "I just don't… I don't understand, Javier." She breathed, "You gave up everything for what? Your work?"

"She's better off now." He responded.

"She is." Kenzi nodded, "Married with kids. She got her happily ever after, but we aren't talking about Lorraine, are we?" Her attention turned to Javier again, her hand dropping from her face. "This isn't about the bride you left at the alter."

"Yeah." Javier breathed, a billow of smoke coming out as he spoke, choking his words slightly. "It's about us."

"There is no us anymore, Javs."

"Isn't there?" He questioned, putting out the last bit of his cigarette, "Last time I checked we are still cradle to grave."

McKenzie stared at him for a while, a harsh silence between them as she glanced back out the window, blinking away the tears that threatened to spill.

"Cradle to grave…" She whispered, "Cradle to grave implies that we don't keep each other in the dark and leave each other, Javi. You promised-"

"I promised I'd be there for you, Kenz. That didn't mean I actually had to be there. I was trying to keep you safe." He snapped.

"You promised not to hurt me, Javier." She bit back, her eyes snapping toward him again. She shook her head and relaxed her shoulder a bit, grabbing her coffee and taking a sip.

"And I apologized for that McKenzie. I don't know what you want me to say. I did what I thought was right. I didn't mean for it to hurt you. I'd never want to hurt you. Please…" Javier reached across the table, taking her hand in his as she set her coffee cup back down, "Just… Trust me?"

There was a pause between them, a gentle sigh from Kenzi as she slipped her hand out of his. Javier sat up straight again, his gaze finally moving. Traveling to somewhere else.

"I thought about you every god damn day, McKenzie. I called Chucho to check in on you. Worried about you anytime he said he hadn't seen you in months other than a quick glance at the grocery store. I thought about calling you but I just… I couldn't have lived with myself if something happened to you." Javier leaned back in his seat. Deep brown eyes trailed back to McKenzie, watching her as she processed his words. "So many good people died out there, Kenz. People I trusted. I couldn't…"

His eyebrows furrowed slightly, pinching together and creating a harsh line in his forehead as his head dipped downwards, casting his gaze to the coffee cup in front of him.

"When the people I cared about started dying just for being associated with me I couldn't chance it, Kenz. I couldn't… risk your life. Not when I knew that you would have been willing to do anything to help."

Kenzi closed her eyes, listening to him speak, her anger slowly seeping out of her with every word. His tone was sad, regretful. She could feel him opening up and yet she still wanted more. she still needed more.

"Why did you come back?" She questioned, her voice closer to a whisper than anything else.

"Los Pepes." Javier replied, his voice low as if it were a secret that he didn't want coming out, "That's all I can say, Kenz."

"Because you're afraid?"

"Because I fucked up." He replied quickly, meeting her gaze, "And now I'm paying the price in more ways than one."

Both their attentions turned as their server came by, asking if they would like anything to eat. She refilled their coffee cups as Javier looked over the menu. They ordered and sat in silence for a moment, Javiers hand on the table, twiddling his thumb slightly as they both searched for the right words.

Finally McKenzie spoke. "Don't keep me in the dark like that again." She said softly, swallowing hard, "And… And tell me the truth about this shit, Javi. You don't have to do it now just… When you can, tell me."

"I will, Kenz. Just… Don't leave me, okay?"

there was a pain in his eyes, a pain in his expression that absolutely tore up her heart.

"I won't if you won't." She offered him a soft smile, "Cradle to grave no matter what."

The corner of Javiers lips curved slightly, returning the small smile that McKenzie gave him as they sat in silence for a moment. Overwhelming relief radiating between them. It could have been a lot worse. They could have had an actual fight about it, but Javier rarely ever raised his voice at Kenzi before. Truthfully the two of them rarely had ever fought before, their conflicts usually ending peacefully with them apologizing to each other for their irrational behavior.

Javier was rational. He was smart and he knew Kenzi well enough to know that hateful words didn't do him any favours.

"Alright. I have a bacon and egger platter for you." the server spoke, cutting the silence between them. Both their attentions turned to the server as she started to place their meals in front of them. Out of respect the two moved their cups out of the way to make it easier for the woman. "And I have the vegetarian omelette for you. Anything else I can grab the two of you?"

"No. No. I think we are alright, thank you." Javier responded, his voice soft as he unrolled the napkin holding his cutlery. His gaze moved back to Kenzi as she did the same thing. "So… Since when are you a vegetarian?" He asked.

McKenzie shrugged, setting her napkin to the side as she cut into her omelette, "Well… you know that whole cannible guy kind of put a wrench in my willingness to eat meat, you know?" Kenzi replied, looking up at Javier, "Couldn't get the visual out of my mind. Too gruesome."

Javier let out a breath, almost a laugh, "Still got a weak stomach, huh?" He joked, taking a bite of his food. "You would never have survived out in Medellin. The shit you see? You'd have flown home immediately."

His comment silenced her for a moment, her gaze moving downwards as she took a bite of her food and chewed. They sat in silence, both eating. Neither of them looking up at each other.

"Sorry." Javier spoke after a few minutes. He wiped his mouth and leaned back in his seat, "I didn't mean for it to sound negative."

Kenzi shook her head. She set her napkin down on her plate and grabbed her bag. "It's okay, Javs. I know you didn't mean anything by it."

"Let me pay." Javier offered as he pulled out his wallet. He grabbed a few bills and set them on the table. She twitched her nose slightly but didn't argue, instead just pulling the strap of her bag around her.

"Thanks. I have to run." She offered him a smile, "I'll see you around?"

"Wait. Kenz." Javier grabbed her arm as she started to walk away, "Just… What are you doing tonight?"

McKenzie let out a breath, looking down at him, "I… Nothing too serious. Just a night in with Rob." She shrugged, "You could stop by if you want?"

"Sure. Yeah."

"Cool. Chucho has my address." She offered before slipping out of his grasp. As she walked out of the diner and headed toward her car, she couldn't stop herself from smiling. Maybe, just maybe, that saying wasn't so bad after all. Maybe everything happens for a reason.

Maybe when things come back to you they are yours after all.

[cherrytarot]

Hi! Hope this ask will be getting you at the best of your health and happiness :)

I'd like to participate in yourfs ask game.

My initials are AB

A trait about myself is I absolutely love nature... I love to sit near a sea and listen to the sound while feeling the breeze.

Something that I've assumed about my future spouse is that he's someone who's mature than probably goal oriented.

Thanks for your efforts ☺️

Hope you have a meaningful day ahead 🍁

jaden martell

[tb-gerschutz]

Two

Word Count: 2,940

Trigger Warning(s): past descriptions of ab*se, possible graphic depictions of violence

Summary: Princess Anaysha finally comes face-to-face with the Red Viper.

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Upon my arrival to Dorne, I was immediately struck down with awe because of Dorne's beauty. It was much brighter and more vibrant than what I had to lay my eyes on back in the Iron Islands. I considered this as a nice eye-opener because it allowed me to take in new and beautiful surroundings that I never thought of exploring before. Granted, I had thought of exploring foreign kingdoms before, but ever since my father started pushing me through tortuous hell, my mind had completely been focused on surviving and enduring. And even though I was a princess, I felt like a little girl again while observing the luscious sights that I hoped to find out more about.

Despite me trying to ascend off the ship by myself, one of the Dornish shiphands had stopped working and noticed me, a princess. He then dashed up the ramp, took my hand, and became especially careful when leading me down to land.

"There were rumors that a princess was arriving here today," he remarked.

I glanced over to him and crookedly smiled. It was enough for the left corner of my mouth to perk up. "And where have you heard these rumors?"

"I'm not sure, Your Highness, but I'm confident that the crown prince must've let it slip to one of his servants," the Dornish shiphand explained.

I gave a simple nod to him, turning my attention to what was up ahead. Another servant, who I assumed was someone who worked closely to the prince himself, confidently—and oddly quickly—traipsed up to where I was, greeting me as anyone would: in a cordial fashion.

"The rumors were true," the servant said, bowing down to me. "A grand princess has arrived in Dorne. Prince Oberyn will be very pleased with your arrival."

"Has he heard of me?" I asked.

"Oh, he sure has. He might not know your face to your name, but he's certainly heard of the name of the princess from the Iron Islands," the servant remarked, "and I can be almost certain that he will be most pleased when he finally meets you face-to-face."

The servant then showed me the direction where the palace was—and where I could find Prince Oberyn. "Come. Let me take you to the Red Viper himself."

One part of me was finally relieved that I had escaped my father, who probably was unleashing a manhunt to come find me. I wasn't surprised by it, given his brutal nature, but it sure felt good to finally get away from him after years of abuse. The other part of me, however, was completely frightened with the impending meeting with the crown prince of Dorne.

I had heard of the name Oberyn Martell before, and I also heard of what he's done. Not only is he a feared conqueror of Westeros, but he's also a skilled fighter. According to the tales that I was told, he was especially flawless when it came to fighting with a spear. That scares me into not wanting to ever physically fight against him. I know of his ruthless and brutal nature, but it doesn't seem like anything compared to my father's murderous intentions.

The servant and I had finally come up to the front gates, where we were confronted by two guards clad in leather armor and armed with spears. They allowed the servant to pass through the palace's front gates, but they put up their spears to block me from entering.

"It's okay. She's with me," the servant tried to explain.

"Trust me. I got this," I confidently said to the servant. "Thank you, though."

The servant nodded and walked off calmly. "I will then inform Prince Oberyn of your arrival."

The guards turned back to me, not believing the servant's words. I still kept my firm expression on my face and my head held high with enough confidence to power a queen's rule.

"What is your name then?" one of the guards asked.

"I am Anaysha Mullendore Sparr, Grand Princess of the Iron Islands—including Pyke Castle—and the daughter of Brandeth Sparr, King of the Iron Islands, and Giyana Mullendore, Queen of the Iron Islands and former princess of The Reach," I confidently answered.

The guards exchanged a glance at one another as I gave my reason as to why I was here. "I am here to speak with Prince Oberyn Martell about a diplomatic issue."

I could see their expressions change almost immediately, as they became more apologetic rather than tough-looking.

"We are terribly sorry, Your Highness," they apologized as they bowed to me.

"It's perfectly fine. I know you two are just doing your duties to the prince," I answered. "It takes some tough men to be working for such a tough yet seemingly justified royal. I admire you for what you are doing, so don't apologize for doing your duties to a high royal."

As soon as the guards lowered their spears, one of them took the opportunity to take me to the Red Viper himself. "Come now, Your Highness. Allow me to take you to the prince myself."

The guard led me through the palace grounds, which were a beautiful wonder to me. How could such a place be so beautiful? It was the most beautiful place I had seen in all of my life, since I had never been anywhere outside of the Iron Islands before. Every plant was blooming to its potential glory, and any fountain that was there would flow in such a delicate manner. This palace was so glorious that it made me feel as though I had somehow died and gone to heaven...and heaven was this place here.

Eventually, the kind-hearted guard had led me into the grand palace that one could easily get lost in if they aren't familiar with it. We stopped in a hallway in front of what I assumed was a bedroom, and my thoughts were confirmed with the guard shortly thereafter.

"Wait here," the guard commanded as he went into the sleeping quarters.

The guard went into the room and left me in the hallway. I had nowhere to go, nor did I have anything to do to keep my mind occupied for such a hopefully short time. Still, I kept my head held high and waited for that moment in which it would finally happen. The moment in which I'd come face-to-face to Oberyn Martell.

"When I introduce you, do you want me to use your full name and title or just your official title?" the guard asked, peeking his head out from the room.

"Just my official royal title," I answered.

The guard went back into the room for a few minutes before the door opened again. This time, however, I was allowed in.

"Come on in," the guard said, allowing me to enter the room.

I confidently and gracefully marched into the room, where I instantly locked eyes with the prince himself. He had dark, black eyes that pierced into my mind as if a viper was biting into its next victim, as well as a sharp jawline that I could see visibly. Clad in a beautiful, well-crafted golden robe, he continued to stare at me with hungry yet piercing eyes.

"Might I introduce you to Anaysha Mullendore Sparr, Grand Princess of the Iron Islands. Daughter of Brandeth Sparr, King of the Iron Islands, and Giyana Mullendore, Queen of the Iron Islands and former princess of The Reach," the guard introduced, walking out of the room shortly after.

I bowed before the prince, being gracious enough to greet him as I would with any other royal.

"I appreciate the gesture, princess, but you don't need to do that," he said with such a unique, graceful accent. I couldn't place what accent it was, but it definitely was one I hadn't heard of before. "We are but the same level. There is no need to bow down to someone on your level."

I rose back to my feet without saying a word. "I'd figure I'd do such a thing for someone who is very well-known and feared all across Westeros. Someone of high nobility, I should say."

With every passing moment, he kept getting closer and closer to me, making my heart pound so loud that it would have escaped through my chest had it been given the chance.

"You've heard of me?"

"I'm one of many that have heard of you," I answered confidently, still keeping my calm and confident front.

Silence fell over us, as the Red Viper continued to pace around me, gazing upon almost every feature of mine. He moved as though he was a slippery snake. True to his nickname, of course.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness. I would've arrived sooner, but there was great unrest in my kingdom that I had to neutralize first," I stated.

He stopped and exchanged a pitiful glance with me. "Unrest? What has happened behind those stone walls?"

I sighed. "Unfortunately, a lot. But for the reason as to why I am here, I'll give it to you now. My father put me up for execution only a short time ago for crimes that I considered unjust, and I had to escape to somewhere far away—like Dorne—in order to prevent myself from dying so young."

"What unjust crimes are you mentioning?" the prince asked, his eyes piercing into me as clean as a knife.

"Treason and incompetence," I mentioned. "Treason because I keep defying my father and pushing back against his tyrannical rule, and incompetence because at eighteen, I still have not found a potential suitor to marry one day."

I could see the Red Viper's eyes slightly widen with shock, as if he had never heard of a princess committing such crimes. Maybe he hasn't heard of incompetence being a crime. No one has, except my father, who wanted to have every excuse to chop my head off.

"Treason? Incompetence? Sounds to me your father is a burden to live with," he snarled.

"A terrible one, indeed. I'm lucky to have escaped when I did," I added.

I paused for a moment before asking for a not-too-rash favor from the prince. I was about to ask a favor from the most dangerous man in all of Westeros, which could go awry rather quickly if I happened to speak one word out of line.

"Might I ask for some sanctuary and some protection here in Dorne?" I asked, bracing myself for any possible consequences that might come next. "Just until my father's threats die down, or he is defeated in battle."

He stopped in his tracks and tilted his head to the side, still keeping his piercing eyes on me. He had not lifted his harsh gaze one bit.

"That's all I ask of you, Your Highness, and I hope you find the humanity in your heart to help someone like me out," I added.

"Of course, princess. I will be more than willing to give you all the protection you deserve," he said with a crooked smile. "After all, a beautiful royal like yourself deserves all the protection one kingdom has to offer."

"So I can find sanctuary here in Dorne?"

"Trust me, Your Highness. As long as you are within my stomping grounds, you are guaranteed full protection by me," he answered coolly. "Hell, you can stay here in Dorne as long as you'd like."

"Not as long as I need?" I asked confusedly.

"No. As long as you'd like," he confirmed. "I understand your situation. It's a tough one, and such a heavenly princess like yourself doesn't deserve to be subjected to that type of torture. As long as you are here, you're safe. I will make sure of it."

I nodded, acknowledging the Red Viper's promise. A promise I never thought would actually be solidified. Despite this truth, I was satisfied with knowing that I had Westeros's most dangerous man in my back pocket to protect me from the hell that would be unleashed in my direction. I knew damn well that my father was going to let loose a form of hell that no one—but him—has yet experienced. I came close to it through our heated arguments, but I never actually experienced it. Even though I dreaded it, I had known all along that someday, I'll face that inevitable evil known as my father.

"I forgot to tell you, Your Highness. There is a wedding happening in Godsgrace. Sabas Targaryen and Taliya Lannister are to be wed soon, and it is evidently a big occasion," he said. "I'll be attending to represent House Martell, and I am in need of an escort."

He traced his finger down my jaw and kept his eyes glued to mine. It made me shudder not only in fear, but also in desire. Despite me barely knowing him, I was more drawn to the Red Viper than ever. It was like a viper had injected its venom into me, forever putting me under its spell. In the Dornish prince's case, his "venom" was physical touch, and it sure worked because it made me think of him in a more attractive light. I hadn't fully fallen for him yet, but I had a feeling that I would.

"I think it'd be a perfect opportunity to start our courtship," he sneered with lingering eyes.

"Courtship?"

"You heard me right," he confirmed. "A courtship between you and me. I think you're far too beautiful to simply ignore. And we're both longing for a suitor, which is quite the coincidence. Come now, princess. It's too good of an opportunity to pass up."

My mind started to race as quickly as the prince's draw in battle. Was this a good idea to enter a courtship with such a dangerous man? Is he a different person than what others know him to be?

Then, my thoughts switched to a whole new perspective. The Red Viper did make a valid point in us not having suitors lined up, and it would be too good of an opportunity to pass the charming Dornish man up. I have found him quite attractive and charming, but I can sense that he might have a good heart. A good heart that I'll be keen to be a part of. Plus, getting together with him would not only be beneficial to me in many ways, but it would also serve as another bit of perfect revenge against my father.

"Fine. I will," I finally said, "but on one condition."

"Anything, princess. Name your price," he sneered with a crooked smile.

"You part ways with your paramours," I firmly stated, my face firmly keeping to one emotion. "How will I know that you're fully invested in this relationship with me if I have knowledge of these paramours slinking around?"

The realization immediately hit him, and although obscure, I could see how the Red Viper's face changed drastically from flirtatious confidence to that of subtle shock. He had to realize that he had a big choice to make: part ways with his multiple lovers or have a possibly solid relationship with me. No matter what choice he made, he had to sacrifice a possibly important part of his life.

"You don't have to banish them from the palace completely," I added. "Just make sure they have the necessary needs to survive, and maybe more. Treat them like noble, well-treated servants, if you will."

He bit the inside of his cheek and traced his tongue along the inside of his mouth. Inside his head, he debated on whether I was worth it to him. Evidently, I was.

"It's a deal," he finally spoke up.

That was the moment when I was personally branded to Oberyn Martell's soul. Such a precious soul that I hope to see relatively soon.

"Come. Let me show you the beauty of Dorne," the Red Viper said, graciously showing me out.

"I saw some of it when I landed. I thought I died and went to heaven because I didn't know a place could be so beautiful," I commented.

He chuckled. "Princess, you haven't seen anything yet."

Curiosity grasped onto me tightly, and I followed closely behind this prince. This charming yet seemingly dangerous prince. So far, I don't know why he is considered the most dangerous man in all of Westeros, but I have a gut feeling that will tell me why very soon. Something—I don't know what—drew me to him, made me more attracted to him. I have yet to find that out, but I hope it isn't something that gets me killed later on in life.

He showed me around to pretty much every inch of the palace, which seemed like it was far larger than the castle I grew up in for nearly eighteen years. Designed in quite the unique and fancy architecture, the palace swallowed me up whole in its beautiful, vibrant colors much brighter than what I was used to. For all my life, I was surrounded by darker colors—black, gray, and all the variations of such. Now, I was stunned by much brighter tones—orange, gold, beige, light blue, and so many more variations to count.

"I never knew such a palace could be so—big yet beautiful," I remarked, continuing to look around at these new and amazing surroundings.

"Well, it's definitely different from a dark color palette. That's for sure," he added on.

"It sure is," I remarked, smiling brightly at these new and wondrous surroundings. "It sure is."

And from that moment on, something changed in me. Something that made me temporarily put my old life back on the Iron Islands behind me. Was it the best idea to do this? Maybe, but I hope that the Red Viper will help lead me to that decision that I'll soon make in the future. 

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The Chosen CHARACTERS And Cast List Season 1 & 2

I admit it, I've been turning my nose up at the Christian series The Chosen for over a year. And now, I confess, I'm hooked and I #bingeJesus1 regularly. I thought it would be a neat little series with a nice Christian moral, but no. The cast is incredible, the actors excellent. Jesus (Jonathan Roumi) is believable, endearing, profound: he laughs, he dances, he makes jokes, he is unpredictable and never says what tomorrow will be like (a running gag in the series), he calls to order his overprotective and proud disciples who don't understand anything and bicker all the time, he runs into his mother's arms, he plays with children, and whoever lets himself be looked at by him is pierced to the very depths of his entrails. Here Are The Chosen Characters & Cast List Appeared in Season 1 & 2 Who Are The Chosen Main Characters ? - Jonathan Roumie as Jesus: a craftsman from Nazareth and the son of Mary and Joseph, who is the awaited Messiah and the Son of God.- Shayan Fazli as child Jesus (season 1, episode 5) - Shahar Isaac as Simon Peter: a former fisherman in Capernaum, one of the sons of Jonah, the brother of Andrew, the husband of Eden, the son-in-law of Dasha, a former fishing partner of Zebedee and his sons, and one of the twelve disciples of Jesus. - Elizabeth Tabish as Mary Magdalene: a redeemed woman from Magdala and one of the women helping Jesus' ministry.- Camila Carreon portrays Mary Magdalene as child (season 1, Episode 1) - Paras Patel as Matthew: a former publican or tax collector in Capernaum, the son of Alphaeus, and one of the twelve disciples of Jesus. - Noah James as Andrew: a former fisherman in Capernaum, one of the sons of Jonah, the brother of Simon Peter, a former disciple of John the Baptizer, a friend of Philip in his hometown Bethsaida, a former fishing partner of Zebedee and his sons, and one of the twelve disciples of Jesus. - George Xanthis as John: a former fisherman in Capernaum, one of the sons of Zebedee and Salome, the younger brother of Big James, a former fishing partner of Simon and Andrew, and one of the twelve disciples of Jesus. - Abe Martell as Big James (season 2): a former fisherman in Capernaum, one of the sons of Zebedee and Salome, the older brother of John, a former fishing partner of Simon and Andrew, and one of the twelve disciples of Jesus. Martell is the second actor to portray Big James.- Kian Kavousi portrays Big James in Season 1, Episodes 5-8: Kavousi was the second actor to portray Big James. - Shayan Sobhian portrays Big James (season 1, episodes 1 - 4). Sobhian is the original actor to play Big James. - Giavani Cairo as Thaddeus: a former stonemason in Bethsaida, the son of James, and one of the twelve disciples of Jesus. - Jordan Walker Ross as Little James: a singer who was supposed to be a member of the 288 Jerusalem Temple Choir, the son of another Alphaeus and one of the twelve disciples of Jesus. - Joey Vahedi as Thomas: a former caterer, the business partner of Ramah, and one of the twelve disciples of Jesus. - Yoshi Barrigas as Philip: a friend of Andrew in his hometown Bethsaida, a former disciple of John the Baptizer, an old friend of Nathanael, and one of the twelve disciples of Jesus. - Austin Reed Alleman as Nathanael: a former architect in Caesarea Philippi, an old friend of Philip, and one of the twelve disciples of Jesus. - Alaa Safi as Simon Z.: a former Zealot, the brother of Jesse who was the paralytic at Bethesda, and one of the twelve disciples of Jesus.- TBA as young Simon Z. (season 2, episode 4). - Yasmine Al-Bustami as Ramah: a former vintner from the plains of Sharon, the business partner of Thomas, and one of the women helping Jesus' ministry. - Vanessa Benavente as Mary: the wife of Joseph, a carpenter, from Nazareth and the earthly mother of Jesus.- Sara Anne portraying young Mary (pilot episode, special episode). - Luke Dimyan as Judas Iscariot: a former business apprentice and one of the twelve disciples of Jesus. - David Amito as John the Baptizer: a wandering preacher in the wilderness baptizing on the Jordan River, the cousin of Jesus, and the former rabbi of Andrew and Philip. - Shaan Sharma as Shmuel: a Pharisee in Capernaum who studied under the tutelage of Nicodemus. - Amber Shana Williams as Tamar: an Ethiopian friend of the paralytic at Capernaum and one of the women helping Jesus' ministry. Who Are The Chosen Recurring Characters ? - Erick Avari as Nicodemus: a Pharisee, one of the religious leaders, and a prominent member of Sanhedrin who came to Jesus by night. - Lara Silva as Eden: the wife of Simon Peter and the daughter of Dasha. - Nick Shakoour as Zebedee: a fisherman in Capernaum, the father of Big James and John, the husband of Salome, and a former fishing partner of Simon Peter and Andrew. - Nina Leon as Salome: the wife of Zebedee and the mother of Big James and John. - Demetrios Troy as Lazarus: a friend of Jesus, Mary, and His followers. - Kirk B.R. Woller as Gaius: a Roman centurion and a former associate of Matthew. - Brandon Potter as Quintus: a Roman magistrate in Capernaum and the Praetor of Galilee. - Ivan Jasso as Yussif: a Pharisee in Capernaum and a colleague of Shmuel. - Elijah Alexander as Atticus Aemilius: one of the Roman cohortes urbanae sent from Rome to investigate on the Zealots. - Wasim No'mani as Yanni: a Pharisee in Jerusalem and a colleague of Shmuel. - Tony Sears as Madai: a Pharisee and a Rabbi in Wadi Kelt. - Sergio Lanza as Lamech: a Pharisee and the student of Madai. Special Participation Characters in THe Chosen Piloted - Raj Bond as Joseph: the husband of Mary and the earthly father of Jesus. - Aaron Himelstein as Simon: a shepherd on Bethlehem who witnessed the birth of Jesus. Introduced in Season 1. - Leticia Magaña as Dasha: the mother-in-law of Simon Peter and the mother of Eden. - Stephen Hailo as The Leper on the Road: a man who was healed of leprosy by Jesus. - Noé de la Garza as Ethan: the paralytic friend of Tamar who was healed by Jesus. - Vanessa De Silvio as Photina: the suffering Samaritan woman who met Jesus at Jacob's well. - Troy Caylak as Alphaeus: the father of Matthew. Season 2: Introduced - Dennis Apergis as Jesse: the brother of Simon Z. who was the paralytic at Bethesda.- TBA (season 2, episode 4). - Shaun Bedgood as Elam: the man with a withered hand in a synagogue. Christmas Special 2021 - Alican Barlas as Tychicus: an early follower of the Way, who is a companion of Paul. - Alex Veadov as Luke: a physician and a companion of Paul, who records an account of the life of Jesus by collecting historical accounts and eyewitnesses stories. Guests Characters in The Chosen Introduced in Season 1. - Stelio Savante as Moses (season 1, episode 7): the leader of the Israelites who delivered them out of Egypt. - Advait Ghuge as Joshua (season 1, episode 7): the assistant and protégé of Moses. - Amato D'Apolito as Jacob (season 1, episode 8): one of the patriarchs and the ancestor of Israel. Introduced in Season 2. - Jorge Franco IV as David (season 2, episode 6): a fugitive who is on the run from King Saul, and the soon-to-be king of Israel. - Marty Lindsey as Ahimelech (season 2, episode 6): the high priest at Nob during David's time. - Major Dodge Jr. as Abiathar (season 2, episode 6): the young son of Ahimelech. Read the full article

[15-lizards]

I like to project so that’s why I love to imagine ASOIAF characters as ppl who live in the American South

Texas Oil Mogul Lannisters. They have a residence in the city but their main place of living is on their ridiculously big ranch house next to all their oil rigs. Tywin runs that shit like the navy and no he doesn’t care about the environmental effects. Tyrion does damage control to the press, Jamie the heir would rather be doing literally anything else, and Cersei can’t understand that Tywin doesn’t want her to inherit the business (she has a different PR crisis every month)

Swamp people Greyjoys (Florida edition). They are just so Florida Man coded I’m sorry. They def live in the boonies. Balon sits on the porch all day and bitches instead of doing anything. Asha does all the actual work (fishing, trapping, gator hunting). Aeron is super into the crazy Baptist church down the road. Theon walks around barefoot and drugged out of his mind bc he’s just like that. Euron is the weird uncle that tried to bring home an alligator as a pet. Multiple times.

Swamp people Reeds (Louisiana edition). The better swamp people sorry ab it. They live way down south in a rickety old house on the river and they have about three neighbors within a ten mile radius. Very mysterious and isolated but if anyone is sick Meera will be at your doorstep with all her grandma’s weird remedies to make you feel better (and they always work). Jojen is the kid that the local church thinks needs an exorcism. Howland is the strange neighbor you go to if you want all your problems to go away without question

West Virginia Appalachian Baratheons. A working class family with a mining history. Everyone is too stubborn to move away from their ancestral home. Robert makes and sells moonshine out in the backyard. Renly is the smoothest talking, most charming and popular motherfucker in town. All the old ladies and moms love him. Stannis left to go to college and immediately got rid of his accent when he moved, and he hates going back to visit, even when Shireen begs him. Whenever they visit, Shireen teaches the old neighbors how to read if they never learned :,)

Alabama Tyrells. They have two residences, a McMansion in the suburbs and a big farmhouse in the country (they got rid of their family plantation bc Olenna thought it would be bad publicity). Mace is an old school southern gentleman who everyone likes even if he’s a bit ridiculous. Olenna is THE head of all the socialite women in town. Willas is studying to take over the family business (nobody even really knows what it is, they own like everything in town). Garlan and Loras are both D1 football players who are going straight to the NFL. Margaery is a pageant queen/cheerleader/sorority girl who definitely had a society debut.

South Texas Martells. They have a big ass cattle ranch near the mountains. Doran is a big name in state government, he has billboards up all over the highway for his re-election campaign. Oberyn lives off the family money with no real job and likes to travel out of the country, but does philanthropy every now and then to boost his reputation. Elaria is a hot topic of conversation for all the ladies, because she’s Oberyns middle class mistress who had kids out of wedlock. And the Sand Snakes are definitely all accomplished horseback riders, Oberyn taught them on the ranch himself, to everyone else’s discomfort.

Okay thank you for coming to my Ted Talk

[longroadhcme]

Who are you most attracted to in town? (all muses)

HONESTY HOUR.

"Is it acceptable to say myself? 'Cause, we all know I'm the cutest around these parts." A smirk following, typical and very-Katherine in nature. "But, for the sake of your curiosity, we'll go with that delightful looking Isaac fellow. His jaw, well, I could just bite into it. I'd say Lucien, but he's falling in the poll due to his recent endeavours. Stefan, of course. I think that much goes without saying, have you seen him? Oh, and can't forget that delicious Alfonso, have you seen him without a shirt on? Trust me, he's doing us all a service with those abs." @ofsteelehearts, @ofkingmakers, @moralivity, @hoaxwings.

"I've not really been paying attention since I got here. There's been more pressing matters, don't you think?" A shrug followed, mind wracking for anyone she'd clocked in the meantime. "Let's just go with familiar territory, and say that Atlas is up there. Rightfully so too." @hoaxwings

"When you're in the line of work that I am, it makes finding anyone attractive pretty difficult, 'cause you know underneath the pretty face, there's a deep rooted pit of despair and supernatural trauma." Evidently, she'd had a taste for that in the past. "But, for the sake of shallow tendencies, Greyson is definitely easy on the eyes. I don't think we've had the pleasure of meeting yet, but Mason Lockwood is also enough to make anyone's eyes flutter. And, despite everything, I suppose, Klaus is still on the list, if not purely for attraction purposes." @darkncghts, @theirdiaries, @ofchaoticminds.

"After the pity party I witnessed, I'm not sure anyone is actually 'attractive'. In order for me to find you as much, you'd need to not run around crying because of people actually being honest with one another." It was safe to say that CJ was hard to please, especially when it came to such departments. "In fact, we'll just go with that guy who embraced the chaos with me, Brent, was it? Otherwise, ask me again when things have calmed down, and maybe I've seen other sides to people around here." @ofvengefulwrath

"I think we all know one of my answers here, so not sure if it's even worth acting surprised? But, Damon, obviously is up there in the list. I mean, his eyes alone are enough to lure you in, let alone the activities included in our friendship." Was it even considered as much, these days? They hadn't crossed those lines again thus far. "Aside from him? I'll never tell him, for his ego would double in size, but Lucien definitely has some level of appeal. But, perhaps that's just his pretty face? 'Cause as soon as he talks, that attraction dwindles. And, lastly, I guess we'll throw in two curveballs, on a purely physical basis, 'cause lets be real, they're shifty little buggers; Mikael and Tristan." @ofchaoticminds, @ofkingmakers, @dxddyoriginal, @de-martel

[jonquilspool]

ok pia mylestoyne (who i will not be @ ing bc i'm literally nobody and also afraid of being annoying) talked ab their ocs here and how they're mostly canon characters who died or weren't mentioned more than a couple times and then she made them ocs kinda and i thought that was so fucking cool so i'm gonna make a list of ones i would like to do eventually so i can refer back to it:

unnamed female cousin of cassana estermont

she lived thru the siege of storm's end. her husband and father both died during it. there is potential here

annette arryn, stillborn daughter of jon arryn and jeyne royce

i already have many plans for her. i love her so much this is an existing oc and she's so fun

son of rhaena targaryen and corwyn corbray

targ-corbray child of love who is then forced to grow up without lands in oldtown with his mother. who has a dragon.

the last lord tarbeck

either thrown down a well OR a sad bard in essos. probably the second if i'm thinking abt him here

victarion greyjoy's only daughter

idk i just think this one would be interesting... she'd be either brutish like her father or despise him

olyvar martell, younger brother of doran martell

throwing another martell into the mix would be fun--especially as a middle ground between doran and oberyn. or maybe he can be the Bad Martell... we haven't had one of those yet...

vaella targaryen, daughter of aenys targaryen

i think she would be fun. chance to have a character that's so fucking mean to jaehaerys i will always take it <3

baelon targaryen, son of viserys i targaryen

ok this one is more complicated but i picture him as a veryyy fucked up child with an oedipus complex around rhaenyra. like scary awful obsessed but rhaenyra feeds into it bc it's the last piece of her mom

lianna velaryon, cousin of rhaena targaryen

lived with rhaena on dragonstone until she was like 9 and androw farman poisoned her. buuuut if the poison didn't take she could've had a super interesting life. there's a chance she knew aerea!

[sortagaysortahigh]

BITCH I STARTWD MY GOT REQATCH AGAIN AND IM BACK TO SEASON FOUR SND OBERYN MARTELL SHDKDJEBWFJFB BITCH I FORGOT AB HIM SHUT THE FUCL GJEIDBFNFF

[autoneurotic]

ok girls do i re read priory of the orange tree or re read ASOIAF for the first time in almost a decade

[mando-abs]

Man, did I have some dreams last night. I’ll try to remember them to the best of my abilities, but these will be short.

The first one was I had to kill Slappy from Goosebumps. And not the prissy lookin Slappy kids have nowadays, I’m talkin old school

But ooooooohhhhhh man, was I born ready to kill that lil sucker. I smashed him like they did in the show and killed him (for now, at least, he always comes back). But when I was putting the pieces in a bag I was like

Rot in hell little guy 👋🏻

Anyways, the other two had appearances of Pedro in it so I thought y’all might be interested in those. He keeps popping up in my dreams but I hardly remember them, or they’re incredibly boring.

The first one unfortunately I don’t remember a whole lot about. I knew there was some evil power playing games with me and causing havoc on like houses and such. However it was Oberyn Martell in this one. He either took a special fighting sword away from me to use it himself or he gave it to the evil powers bc he felt like he had no other choice. Either way, I was really hurt by his actions bc I thought he loved me 🥺🥺🥺 So, screw you too Oberyn

The second Pedro dream was a lot weirder and had the most scary vibe. If I wasn’t watching this dream from a 3rd person perspective, I would be mortified. So Pedro (but like a more serious Pedro??? like he’s playing a part in a movie) won these free passes to these simulation experiences. These simulations were mad creepy y’all. Bad vibes all around. He would go through these elevators (not doors mind u) through never ending hallways (think Beetlejuice long hallways but more fluorescent lighting). Even Pedro knew something was up . He went through one but it was an office full of business green alien men giving him death glares from their desks. Needless to say, he didn’t stick around for that room. He went through a different one and it was Wild West themed. He was like “ehhhhh I’ll bite. Sounds like a lil fun.” But when he was playing all these games in the Wild West simulation and winning tickets, this woman (who is a part of the simulation)told him she’s been trying to win these games to get enough tickets to get the hell out of dodge because the sheriff likes to beat her. She’s almost got enough tickets to leave but she can’t get a ticket if he keeps winning. And so, our ever kind Pedro decided to help her and give her his tickets when he wins the games. He said he’d leave with her so she could have some back-up. Also, why would he stick around when they’re abusive? Eventually the town caught on to their plot and got angry, but I don’t know if they made it. Odds were in their favorite tho, so I wouldn’t worry about them 👍🏻

And that’s about it…..oh yeah I also dreamt about living gummy dinos ok byyyeeeeeeee