#all the reds in this tyg

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Keep your squad moving!

EASY COMPANY in EINDHOVEN EP 4 Replacements | Band of Brothers

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genna taking joy hill her bastard niece with her rather than stay behind to help tywin's golden twins (not that she could have done much) gets more satisfying when you remember the state of gerion and tywin relationship which was not good

I guess? Gerion and Tywin weren't mortal enemies or anything; Genna being fond of Gerion wouldn't offend Tywin, although he probably would not be thrilled that there was help to be had for a bastard Lannister but not for his own children… Then again, when he learned about the incest Tywin wanted to have Cersei's tongue cut out and stick her in the silent sisters 😬

Side note, while Genna is amusing in her brief canon cameo, she's pretty approving of Tywin's actions:

"Men say that Tywin never smiled, but he smiled when he wed your mother, and when Aerys made him Hand. When Tarbeck Hall came crashing down on Lady Ellyn, that scheming bitch, Tyg claimed he smiled then. And he smiled at your birth, Jaime, I saw that with mine own eyes. You and Cersei, pink and perfect, as alike as two peas in a pod . . . well, except between the legs. What lungs you had!"

"Hear us roar." Jaime grinned. "Next you'll be telling me how much he liked to laugh."

"No. Tywin mistrusted laughter. He heard too many people laughing at your grandsire." She frowned. "I promise you, this mummer's farce of a siege would not have amused him. How do you mean to end it, now that you're here?"

...

"Tired?" His aunt pursed her lips. "I suppose he has a right to be. It has been hard for Kevan, living all his life in Tywin's shadow. It was hard for all my brothers. That shadow Tywin cast was long and black, and each of them had to struggle to find a little sun. Tygett tried to be his own man, but he could never match your father, and that just made him angrier as the years went by. Gerion made japes. Better to mock the game than to play and lose. But Kevan saw how things stood early on, so he made himself a place by your father's side."

"And you?" Jaime asked her.

"It was not a game for girls. I was my father's precious princess . . . and Tywin's too, until I disappointed him. My brother never learned to like the taste of disappointment." She pushed herself to her feet. "I've said what I came to say, I shan't take any more of your time. Do what Tywin would have done."

"Did you love him?" Jaime heard himself ask.

His aunt looked at him strangely. "I was seven when Walder Frey persuaded my lord father to give my hand to Emm. His second son, not even his heir. Father was himself a thirdborn son, and younger children crave the approval of their elders. Frey sensed that weakness in him, and Father agreed for no better reason than to please him. My betrothal was announced at a feast with half the west in attendance. Ellyn Tarbeck laughed and the Red Lion went angry from the hall. The rest sat on their tongues. Only Tywin dared speak against the match. A boy of ten. Father turned as white as mare's milk, and Walder Frey was quivering." She smiled. "How could I not love him, after that? That is not to say that I approved of all he did, or much enjoyed the company of the man that he became . . . but every little girl needs a big brother to protect her. Tywin was big even when he was little." She gave a sigh. "Who will protect us now?"

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Sweeter than Strawberries | Jungkook

→ summary: at euphoria bakery, seasonal changes also bring seasonal menu items. when you find out that your favorite strawberry shortcake milkshake was phased out after the end of summer, it takes only one puppy eyed look from you for jeon jungkook to make it for you anyway—just don’t tell his boss about it, alright?

→ genre: bakery!au, s2l, fluff → warnings: none unless you count the fact that i’m writing shy!jungkook again :^D, we love mutual pining in this house ex dee → words: 4.5K → a/n: this was commissioned by @ihatemathanal​!! i was super stoked to write this bc it’s really cute and sometimes it’s nice to just write happy fluffy things every once in a while (aka zee is turning into a fluff writer jfc) it got a lil longer than it was supposed to, but that’s bc i got carried away lol anyway i hope you guys enjoy!! (ps: this also works for the bgw bingo so... tyg for s2l fics!! let’s get it!!)

For the most part, the beginning of autumn is usually your favorite time of the year. When the tree leaves begin to yellow and the air gains a significantly colder bite, this signifies the end of pit stains and sweaty thighs and the start of sweater paws and chapped lips. Above all, you are most excited, of course, for an excuse to gorge yourself on steaming mugs of hot chocolate, paired with delicious mountains of warm gooey brownies.

For the most part, these are all things that often get you excited for the coming chill. What you do not think to remember, however, is that while these seasonal changes bring more good than bad, there still remains a little snag: a small oversight, if you will. As businesses all over the world begin the annual transition to the colder months, so does your favorite bakery across the street from your university. After all, summer ingredients grow scarcer as the year nears its end, so it’s understandable for bakeries to switch up their menu to keep up with both the supply and demand.

What does any of this have to do with anything? Well, long story short—

Your favorite strawberry shortcake milkshake is about to get phased out. No, scratch that—it’s already been phased out, right from under your very nose, no less!

You shouldn’t have been surprised, really. You have always known it was a specialty drink; your best friend had even been the one to introduce it to you just near the end of your summer classes:

“This is Euphoria Bakery,” Namjoon had said with a smile, waving cheerily at the two boys manning the till. You heard him chuckle in amusement when your eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, staring longingly at the sweet treats and baked goods lining the display case.

Namjoon had stolen your attention away, however, when he pointed to the chalkboard menu on the wall. As it turned out, the bakery also doubled as a cafe, serving the usual coffees and teas while also making the occasional specialty drink for different seasons or holidays. The chalkboard was decorated beautifully, the menu items written out in neat cursive with tiny little doodles littering its margins. On one of the boards, there was a new drink item being advertised in bold pink letters—a great summer treat!—or so it said.

“Jungkook-ssi, can you get me and Y/N a strawberry shortcake milkshake? Extra whipped cream for me, please!” Namjoon called out to one of the boys, startling the younger of the two. The boy, Jungkook, must have been busy fiddling with the cash register that he hadn’t noticed your arrival.

“N-Namjoon-hyung? Sorry, I was just busy counting the money—” Jungkook stopped short in his speech, his tongue getting caught in his mouth when his eyes landed directly on you. He had made a strangled sound, like he had swallowed his spit too quickly and was struggling to regain his composure. “H-Hello?”

You realized belatedly that he must have been greeting you, as you had been distracted by his fidgetiness. His nervousness was cute, if a little bit contagious; you couldn’t help feeling anxious too, like your heart was missing every other beat, even though you had no reason to be. “Hello! My name is Y/N. It’s my first time coming here, but Namjoon says your new summer menu item is really good? I wanted to try it out for myself.”

Jungkook nodded, still staring wide-eyed at you as if in a trance. You expected him to start... well. You weren’t an expert on how bakeries or cafes are run, but you were pretty sure he should’ve started doing something after you had spoken, perhaps ring up your order on the register, or start working on your drinks. Instead, he’s still frozen in place, like he’d somehow short-circuited within the last two minutes.

It seemed you weren’t the only one who noticed his odd behavior because the man working with him suddenly pushed Jungkook to the side, a brief smirk flashing across his face before it was quickly replaced by a more subdued, professional smile.

“Sorry about him. He’s usually my best baker, but sometimes he can get a little... distracted when he’s confronted with sweet things,” the man said nonchalantly, but it seemed that his innocent-sounding comment had embarrassed Jungkook greatly.

“Jimin-hyung!” Jungkook whined, stomping his foot not unlike a bunny. If you squinted a little bit, you could definitely see the resemblance.

Namjoon, who had been quietly watching everything unfold, chose that moment to pipe up. “Oh, I see. I didn’t know you had a type, but after thinking about it—” Namjoon shot a surreptitious glance at you, before turning back to Jungkook with a teasing grin, “—I can definitely see why.”

At the time, you had no idea what was going on, mostly confused as to why Jungkook had suddenly become so red-faced while Namjoon and Jimin giggled like a couple of high school girls. It seemed like you were somehow the main reason for his embarrassment, so you were quick to poke Namjoon in the stomach, effectively silencing him.

“Hey! Stop teasing the poor boy. He’s just being nice,” you said, pointing a soft smile back at Jungkook. “Sorry about him. I’m sure you’re an excellent baker, judging from how wonderful and cute all these cakes on the display look.” Somehow, your praise had only made Jungkook’s cheeks brighten even further. He cleared his throat as if to say something in response, before changing his mind and scuttling away to the back room instead.

“I’m going to start making your milkshake! D-don’t mind me!” He called out from behind the door, causing Jimin to finally break down into raucous giggles, nearly doubling over from his own mirth.

“Aish, that kid. He never learns, huh…” Jimin sighed, but the smile on his face is kind—the sort of fond look an older brother might have for his kid brother. He turned back to you and Namjoon with that lingering softness as he rang the two of you up, before chatting idly with you as you waited for Jungkook to finish making your drinks.

“I’ve never seen you around, Y/N-ssi. Jungkook—sorry, I meant I definitely would’ve noticed you if I did. You go to the same university as Namjoon-ssi, right?” Jimin asked, flipping a pen between his fingers with incredible dexterity. You were slightly distracted by that, faintly jealous of how his short fingers could somehow manage such a feat.

“I—yeah, I do. I’m assuming you’re also a student?”

“Yep. I actually met Namjoon-ssi when we took that one music theory class together. I was handing out flyers for this bakery after class and he happened to be one of the first people to actually come,” he said, winking at Namjoon. You watched with much interest when your friend turned a faint shade of pink, his hand coming up behind his neck—a signature tick of his whenever he was feeling shy or nervous.

“I-It was nothing… I mean, your seasonal drinks are always so good! I remember your old snowman-shaped donuts with the raspberry filling? I still dream of it sometimes,” Namjoon sighed, eyes going glassy for a moment.

Jimin laughed, his eyes crinkling into cute little crescents. “Oh, stop it! I remember how you’d come here even after we stopped serving that donut and you’d beg us to make them again.”

“And yet you never did, even though I know you have the ingredients to make them,” Namjoon pouted, but there’s endearment dancing in his expression.

You chuckled, shaking your head in disbelief. “I never pegged Namjoon as a sweet-tooth guy, so this is honestly all a very big surprise to me. I should be pumped for this milkshake then, huh? Hopefully, you aren’t just hyping it up and I’ll end up disappointed.”

Before either Namjoon or Jimin could retort, Jungkook had reappeared from the back room with two large cups in hand, almost tripping over his untied apron string but managing to get to the counter in one piece.

“Here you go. I hope you won’t be disappointed when you try it,” he said, gaze averted downwards when he hands you your cup. Your fingers grazed each other for a second, nearly causing both of you to drop the drink like it was on fire.

“S-sorry,” you laughed it off, feeling your ears get a little red from your blunder. You pointedly ignored Namjoon’s arched brow, no doubt enjoying your sudden shyness. Without waiting for him to get his own cup, you casually tear off the straw wrapper and take your first sip of the drink.

“So?” Jungkook asked after a while, watching with bated breath as you take a good gulp of the milkshake. “How is it? Is it worth the hype?” You don’t speak for a moment, further aggravating the two bakers as you carefully chewed on the bits of strawberry in the drink.

“This—” you said, speaking slowly for increased dramatic effect. You could hear Namjoon groan beside you, used to your need for unnecessary anticipation. Even as you paused for a moment longer, you could already feel the smile creeping up your face, unable to completely hide your giddiness. “—is fantastic. Show-stopping. Best thing since sliced bread! I could live on this shit alone.”

Jungkook released a breath he didn’t know he had been holding, chuckling in relief as you began to completely devour the treat in mere minutes. “I’m… really glad you like it,” he said with a wide, toothy grin. You were so immersed in your drink that you missed the way he sighed softly, hand gently cradling his chest where his heart would be.

Namjoon had taken his own sip as well, sighing dreamily as the creamy and sweet flavor overtook his palate. “Truly the best drink in existence. If I was a Twitch streamer or some shit, I’d promote this regularly for free.”

His comment made Jimin giggle softly, but his gaze is trained on something else entirely. “I’m flattered, but maybe don’t promote Y/N’s cup, over here. We don’t typically have strawberries and hearts doodled all over our cups,” he said, smirking slyly.

Lo and behold, your cup did have small doodles littering its sides whereas Namjoon’s was just a plain white paper cup. “Oh,” you said, blushing furiously when you finally noticed. Your flush was nothing compared to the one on Jungkook’s cheeks, however. The two of you refused to make eye contact after that, both of you trying (and failing) to silence the amused snickers of your respective friends.

Despite that slightly embarrassing (and heartwarming) experience, that had marked the start of your love for the tiny bakery and their special strawberry shortcake milkshake. You returned to Euphoria Bakery as often as you could throughout the summer, even going to visit it without Namjoon most of the time. You would even occasionally go out of your way to visit the bakery, even after your summer classes had ended and there was really no reason for you to be around the area.

It also didn’t hurt that the boy behind the counter was especially cute, with his big doe eyes and melodic laughter that always got your heart beating erratically in your chest. It hadn’t taken long for you to admit to yourself that you had a not-so-tiny crush and every visit to the bakery only made you fall deeper for him.

Namjoon has assured you that Jungkook clearly has a crush on you too, but you’re quick to shut him down. It is one thing to be shy and awkward around a girl and another to have a crush on the aforementioned girl. As you visited the bakery more and more, you do notice that Jungkook is more reserved when it comes to other female clientele, although, dare you hope? He does seem a little bit more… nervous, when he talks to you, but that could be your lovesick eyes playing tricks on you.

Never mind the fact that he only ever seems to leave cute doodles on your cups alone, but that could just be a coincidence, right? After all, he can hardly hold a conversation with you when you try to speak with him, always eager to rush to the backroom to make your drink.

Your visits usually consist of making idle chit chat with Jimin after greeting both him and Jungkook. The younger boy often dips the moment he sees you through the glass door, automatically going to prepare your favorite summer treat without even having to ask for your order. He never stays to stick around long enough to make conversation, as he eventually excuses himself to do some chore or another. During one of your trips, you tentatively asked Jimin if Jungkook was avoiding you, to which the blonde boy just laughed heartily at your query.

“Don’t worry about it, Y/N. He’ll come around eventually; he’s just nervous. Don’t tell him I told you this, but…” he trails off, peeking over his shoulder to make sure Jungkook wouldn’t accidentally overhear him. When he turns back to you, the smirk on his face is equal parts amused and mischievous. He looks a little impish, though you aren’t sure if he’d take that too kindly. “Jungkook always stares out the door, waiting for you to arrive. I’ve caught him red-handed far too many times for it to be a coincidence.”

Your cheeks flush warmly at his words but don’t say anything after that. You suppose all you can do is wait for him to start warming up to you eventually, and you hope the day comes sooner as the summer days grow shorter and shorter.

Of course, that day does come eventually, but probably not on the day you wished it would happen.

Like all good things, summer comes to its close and so does the summer menu options offered at Euphoria Bakery. Jimin had already told you a week beforehand that your favorite strawberry shortcake milkshake would get phased out as soon as July hit, but you refused to listen. You had hoped that as his regular customer and friend, perhaps Jimin would make an exception and prolong the milkshake’s lifetime for your sake, but it seems that Jimin has made it clear that friendship and business are two separate entities that he will not allow to coincide.

“Please Jimin? Just one more time? I’ll even settle for a small size,” you beg, your entire body draped over the cashier counter like the pathetic plebeian that you are. Thankfully, since you have made it a habit to pass by the bakery when it’s close to closing time, there aren’t any other patrons left to judge your pitiful display. Unthankfully, that also means Jimin is free to flick you on the forehead with no holds barred, leaving a large red welt where his finger hits.

“I already told you that I won’t budge, not even if you licked my Balenciagas. Besides, we’re out of strawberries anyway.” Jimin huffs, rolling his eyes at your pained whines as you grasp your head in agony. “Oh stop it, will you? I didn’t even hit you that hard.”

“I beg to differ, hyung.” Jungkook pipes up, startling both you and Jimin. Jungkook is usually content to wiping down the glass displays or tables while he passively listens to the two of you bicker, humming occasionally to indicate that he’s still listening, so it comes as a small surprise whenever he does decide to speak up. He must have noticed this too, as his ears quickly begin to redden as he scrambles to finish his sentence. “I-I mean, hyung might have small hands, but his finger flicks are no joke. You could break someone’s skull with that thing.”

“Who are you calling small, huh?” Jimin growls, but the playful smirk on his face tells you that he’s just teasing. He pulls Jungkook in a headlock, who surprisingly doesn’t seem all that bothered by the fact that Jimin is actively trying to block his windpipe with his strong forearms. “Take it back!”

“Never,” Jungkook wheezes, effortlessly removing himself from Jimin’s grip. He dusts himself off, not even breathless. “Also, why’d you lie to Y/N like that? We still have strawberries in the back. How else would we make our strawberry jam tarts?”

Jimin squawks indignantly, folding his arms. “How dare you sell out our company secrets! I could fire you for that!”

Jungkook scoffs, bumping Jimin with his hip. Jungkook must also not know his own strength, because he accidentally causes Jimin to stumble a few steps back, nearly toppling over one of their bread racks. “You’re joking. If you fired me, no one would be able to make the bagels in the morning because you never know how to proof them correctly.”

“Slander!” Jimin hisses, pinching Jungkook’s side in retaliation. You and Jungkook laugh at his childish pouts, but the older boy can’t hide his own mirth for too long. “Fine. You can stay. But you,” he points at you this time, eyes narrowing with suspicion. “You better not seduce my boy over here to make your strawberry shortcake milkshake. I have eyes and ears everywhere.” He drags his finger to the corner of the walls, where there is—

“There’s nothing there?” You follow where he’s pointing, but all you can see is a stray cobweb that Jungkook must have missed while dusting this morning. “Am I supposed to be looking at something?”

“Jimin is thinking of installing surveillance cameras soon. He’s convinced that someone is trying to steal his banana cream pie recipe.” Jungkook shrugs. He slings an arm around Jimin’s shoulder, glaringly delighted when their height difference becomes even more apparent while he stands close to him. “Anyway, I promise I won’t get ‘seduced’ by her, or whatever you want to call it. Why don’t you head home early for tonight? I’ll close up and I’ll try to convince Y/N to try our other pastries as a replacement.”

You open your mouth to try and protest, but Jungkook sends you a cheeky wink, making sure that his boss doesn’t catch him in the act. Bemused but interested to see what he’s up to, you decide to keep quiet and wait for him to continue.

“Don’t try and think you’re being slick here, buddy,” Jimin says, closing in on Jungkook’s personal space by pressing his chest against his. “If I see that you break the bakery code and serve her that drink… There will be consequences.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes, sighing dramatically as he gently pries the smaller man away from him. “Yeah, yeah. I got you. No funny business, I promise. Now get out of here, hyung. Leave the rest to me.”

Jimin gives him one last firm look before squinting warily at you, lips pursed tightly. “No seducing,” he repeats, wagging his finger at you. He unties the apron around his neck, throwing it haphazardly at the coat hanger on the back door where his jacket was hanging. He folds it over his arm and points at the corner of the ceiling with his free hand once more before exiting through the front entrance, the soft bells hanging above the doorway tinkling in his wake.

When he’s gone, you release a breath that you hadn’t realized you had been holding. “Well, that was easier than expected. I didn’t think you’d be able to get him to leave. He must trust you a lot, huh?”

Jungkook shrugs. “Nah. He’s just lazy. He hates closing the bakery and will jump at any opportunity to go home early.”

You nod. “Seems like him.” There’s a beat of silence. “So… How much seducing am I gonna have to do to get my milkshake, huh?”

Like you guessed, Jungkook immediately turns red at your words, spluttering and stammering over his spit for a few seconds before managing to come up with a reply. “O-oh, there’s no need for that. I was gonna make the drink for you anyway.”

“But what about the quote-unquote consequences?” you ask, still worried that you might be getting Jungkook in trouble. You’d rather have your arm cut off than have him get punished, no matter how small it might be.

“No need to worry about that. Jimin might pretend to be a prickly old man sometimes, but he’s mostly just full of hot air,” Jungkook snorts, shaking his head in amusement. “He’ll just make me treat him to some skewers or something. He’s just teasing.”

“If… If you say so? I just really don’t want him to get angry with you…” you say, voice turning small as you tried to reign your embarrassment in. “I know I made a fool of myself just moments ago and begged like a baby for the milkshake, but I was just exaggerating…”

“Something tells me that you aren’t, but let’s pretend for your sake that you are,” Jungkook says. You huff indignantly at his teasing, but you’re more overjoyed by the sight of his cute bunny smile. You had only seen it in passing a few times in the past, but seeing it directed at you is an entirely different experience. Because of you, your mind helpfully supplies.

He heads over to the backroom to begin preparing your drink, but he keeps the door open this time so you can see him even from behind the counter. You can mostly only see the large industrial ovens and bread racks filled to the brim with all sorts of pastries proofing for the night, but you do catch a glimpse of the sole blender near the back. Jungkook grabs the glass jar first and then walks over to the fridge just out of your sight, most likely to grab the ingredients needed for your milkshake.

The bakery is mostly silent, save for the sound of Jungkook moving and assembling everything. You rack your brain for some sort of conversation starter, as the atmosphere between the two of you has begun to return to its usual awkward state as you skirt around each other, unsure of where either of you stands. You might have known him for a while now, but today is the most you’ve ever spoken to him and the tension is palpable.

“So.” You clear your throat, heart beating a mile a minute in your chest. “I… guess this is going to be the last time I have this drink, huh?”

The sound of Jungkook chopping on the cutting board pauses for a second. You can only see his left shoulder from where you’re standing, but you can see it tense even then. “I… I mean, will you stop coming over to the bakery if it is the last time?”

There are so many things you want to say all at once, but the words somehow get caught in your throat. You want to say that you love coming to the bakery to see them (though it’s mostly Jungkook if you’re being honest) and that the strawberry shortcake milkshake had just been an excuse to visit for a while now. You want to keep visiting for as long as they’ll have you—but you don’t know how to say it without hot humiliation running down your spine. You don’t want to weird him out by confessing to him all of a sudden. And so, you clam up, not knowing how to respond.

When Jungkook throws in all the ingredients in the blender, he doesn’t turn it on immediately. He tilts his head to the side, not fully looking at you but giving you a view of his beautiful side profile. You see his Adam’s apple bob for a moment, his tongue poking out to wet his lips before he speaks. “Because… If that’s how it’s going to be, then maybe… buying a couple of skewers for Jimin won’t be so bad.”

You freeze. “What? Are you saying that...”

“I’ll keep making the drink for you, even if it’s not on the menu anymore?” Jungkook finishes, turning fully to face you. There’s a shy grin on his face, coupled with the ever-present pink flush high on his cheekbones. “Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying. We’ll have to be sneaky about it, though. You’ll have to come to the bakery only when I’m closing so that he doesn’t catch us but otherwise…” He scratches the tip of his nose, looking embarrassed. “If… If you’re fine doing that, I mean.”

It feels like an eternity before you can remember how to function like a regular human being again. Your insides feel like molten lava and you’re certain that your internal organs have begun to self-destruct right after that super-effective hit from Jeon Jungkook, super baker boy extraordinaire. It’s mind-blowing how effortlessly cute he can be, making you realize belatedly that his quiet demeanor over the past few weeks had been a blessing and not a curse. If he had been this sweet with you from the get-go, you’d surely be melted butter on a sidewalk by now.

“I would love you—I mean, I would love it if you did that for me, actually.” You stammer, resisting the urge to punch yourself in the tit. You’re thankful for the lack of mirrors at the bakery, for you are positive that you must look like the devil’s blazing red testicles at this point.

“Great,” Jungkook smiles softly. He turns the blender off, pouring your drink into a paper cup. “Oh, before I forget…” He grabs a marker from the small tin can near the cash register, and you watch as he quickly scribbles a few hearts around the circumference of the cup. “There we go. Now it’s done.”

As Jungkook hands your drink to you, you’re hit with a moment of déjà vu when your fingers brush just like the first time you had met. You sense the same familiar shock of electricity when you touch, but instead of pulling away like before, Jungkook surprises you for the third time that day.

When he’s sure that you have a secure grip on your cup, he grabs your free hand with his, unfurling your fingers until he can get a hold of your pinky. He curls his pinky into yours, linking them together with a bashful smile on his lips. “There. Now we pinky promised to each other.”

“Y-yes. Of course,” you mumble, giggling lightly when he still refuses to let go. “I pinky promise.”

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Five minutes away from Euphoria Bakery, Jimin sits quietly in his parked car, his figure hunched over the small screen of his phone as he chuckles loudly to himself. There is a tiny video of two people, a boy and a girl, with their hands held together. Despite the quality being grainy and warped, Jimin needs no confirmation as to who those people are; he’s always known, after all.

“All according to keikaku.” He whistles happily, already salivating at the thought of all the skewers Jungkook will have to buy for him.

[sansaissteel]

Aerys sent the twins a gift of Thier weight in gold when they was born (sounds fishy no man I know would give money like that to some other man's children) On dragonstone the targaryens would lay with the common folk and the offspring known as "dragonseeds" would be considered blessings and the father's of the children gave lavish gifts to.

Jaime is a highly skilled knight as was aemon the dragon knight both dubbed in teenage years and took kings guard vows young just to be with their sisters.

Maegor the cruel was a warrior and at just 13 defeated three kingsguard he was knighted at 16 by his father aegon.

Daemon waters(blackfyre) was knighted at 12 by king aegon.

Aerion threw Aegon's pet cat down a well, though he claimed otherwise. Aerion once visited Aegon in his bedroom during the dead of night, and put a knife to Aegon's privates and joked about removing his genitals so he would become a sister he could marry.

Cersei twisted Tyrion's cock till Jaime made her stop. When Cersei heard the tale of baelor the blessed locking his sisters up for their beauty she went and pinched baby tyrion viciously.

Once after learning a kitchen cat was pregnant, Joffrey killed the animal and cut open its belly to see the kittens inside. He showed one of the unborn kittens to his father. also in AFFC tommen said he used to go away inside because of joffrey.

Myrcella is betrothed to a dornish prince. As was Daenerys Targaryen sister of king daeron.

Also aerion and joffrey both liked to hurt common folk.

Tommen once adopted a fawn as a pet, but his elder brother, Prince Joffrey, later killed and skinned the animal

Tommen is fascinated and frightened when Cersei uses wildfire to burn the hands tower.

Cersei has always been jealous and possessive of Jaime. It is implied that when Cersei was ten she killed melara Hetherspoon.

Aegon the unworthy began his reign when he was young, vigorous, robust, and handsome but ended it old, corrupt and morbidly obese.

It had been several years since the last time she had donned it, and the queen found it uncomfortably tight about the middle. -affc

her wretched washerwomen had shrunk several of her old gowns so they no longer fit -affc

Cersei and Maegor both had trouble with the faith militant and the warrior sons.

"Jaime," she said, tugging on his ear, "sweetling, I have known you since you were a babe at Joanna's breast. You smile like Gerion and fight like Tyg, and there's some of Kevan in you, else you would not wear that cloak . . . but Tyrion is Tywin's son, not you. I said so once to your father's face, and he would not speak to me for half a year. Men are such thundering great fools. Even the sort who come along once in a thousand years." -affc

Robert's beard was black. Mine is gold."

"Gold? Or silver?" Cersei plucked a hair from beneath his chin and held it up. It was grey. "All the color is draining out of you, brother.

Joffrey lurched to his feet. "I'm king! Kill him! Kill him now! I command it." He chopped down with his hand, a furious, angry gesture . . . and screeched in pain when his arm brushed against one of the sharp metal fangs that surrounded him. The bright crimson samite of his sleeve turned a darker shade of red as his blood soaked through it. "Mother!" he wailed. -acok

A king can have other women. Whores. My father did. One of the Aegons did too. The third one, or the fourth. He had lots of whores and lots of bastards." As they whirled to the music, Joff gave her a moist kiss. "My uncle will bring you to my bed whenever I command it." -asos

it was Aerys Targaryen he saw, pacing alone in his throne room, picking at his scabbed and bleeding hands. The fool was always cutting himself on the blades and barbs of the Iron Throne.-asos

Years later, our father told us that Aerys had cut himself on the throne that morning, so his Hand had taken his place. It was Tywin Lannister who'd so impressed us -asos

House Lannister

Some of the Lannister kings were famed for their wisdom, some for their valor, all for their open-handedness...save perhaps for King Norwin Lannister, better known as Norwin the Niggardly. Yet Casterly Rock also housed many a weak, cruel, and feeble king. Loreon IV was better known as Loreon the Lackwit, and his grandson Loreon V was dubbed Queen Lorea, for he was fond of dressing in his wife's clothing and wandering the docks of Lannisport in the guise of a common prostitute. (After their reigns, the name Loreon became notably less common amongst Lannister princes.) A later monarch, Tyrion II, was known as the Tormentor. Though a strong king, famed for prowess with his battle-axe, his true delight was torture, and it was whispered of him that he desired no woman unless he first made her bleed.

House Targaryen

Has had many different kings. Aegon II was proud and merciless. Aegon III known as dragonsbane was morose and brooding. Aegon the unworthy was lusty and greedy.

Aerion bright flame was thought to be a monster by all but his father who he had fooled.

So by looking at both families it's easy to see why we haven't seen the many similarities between the twins and targaryens.

Both families have given birth to twins. Both families are known to beautiful.

Both have had cruel members.

Both have had mad members.

Most people theorize that Tyrion is aerys where Tyrion is a dwarf. Personally I believe Tyrion to be a red herring.

Images taken from wiki and the world of ice and fire.

Mostly this is horribly cobbled together, but I had to write it twice. If anyone finds anything else to add I'd appreciate it.

[tanoraqui]

[previous]

so right here is probably where you get your obligatory “Wild Hunt follows our hero back to the human realm, forcing them to go on a high-stakes, high-speed chase with their romantic interest as their (fantasy, no cars involved) driver.” Tylweth Tyg Lan Wangji, flying yarrow stalk, clinging tightly together, natch.

their goal is the Duchy of Butchers’ Hill. They probably crash-land in a courtyard

quick history of Butchers’ Hill: a merlin so lowly she had a job in the human world as a butcher, before she saved a monarch’s live and so earned the use of a Hope Chest, and through further service, a duchy. In the face of lingering scorn, she named her new demesne after her mortal career, because fuck you

the current duke, Nie Mingjue, is Tuatha de Danaan through and through, child of happily divorced parents - well, one’s dead, now - because it was an amiable political marriage and his mother had a barony to inherit on a different continent

however his brother and heir, Nie Huaisang, had. Daoine Sidhe mother (everyone knows, though she more or less wandered in one day and left a few years later when she’d stopped her dancing). He has fine Tuatha features, but his hair is the dark dark red of a cursed rose, his eyes are yellow rather than copper, his magic is scented of roses as well as Nie stone. He’s never been able to open a portal. His mother was sickly, they say, and something went wrong in the childbirth; she recovered, but not for long

their goal today is not the duke but in fact his younger brother. “Wei-xiong!” Nie Huaisang says cheerfully, with the air of someone who’s about to get some ~gossip~. “And Lan-er-gongzi! It’s good to see you! You look like you need a drink.”

Lan Wangji accepts tea, Wei Wuxian accepts wine, and takes a deep sniff - not of the wine. He cuts through the burgeoning small talk. “Nie-xiong, your mother wasn’t a Daoine Sidhe.”

(if I was writing this properly, I would’ve foreshadowed this with more recent historical context, with descriptions of everyone’s magical scents at that first confrontation in Glamour Hall. Suffice to say: his magic smells like his grandmother’s)

“...No,” Nie Huaisang says, after a particularly long sip of wine. “She wasn’t.” He leans forward, because if they’re doing real gossip, then they’re doing real gossip. “Neither was yours, right?”

“Ah, busted,” says Wei Wuxian. “So, can you open a Rose Road?

Hold up, you might ask at this juncture. How does he know about that? Did Captain Pete tell him? For that matter, he knew his exact relation to her - Toby didn’t know this stuff, circa her own fight with Blind Michael! What gives?

Well, here’s the story...

Wei Wuxian is already feeling pretty shit, wandering the streets of Yiling with magic overuse ache like he’s been run over by a tractor, which needless to say is the only reason Wen Chao gets the jump on him

the Burial Mounds is an abandoned iron mine. I think Wen Chao shoots him, first, too, with, like, a gattling gun full of shards of iron (please don’t ask about the technology level of this setting). Anyway, it’s an obvious death sentence. A cruel, slow death sentence, iron poisoning with a fun side dose of, like, broken limbs from being dropped down a mineshaft. Wen Chao laughs and leaves; Wei Wuxian lies here in agony and waits to die

Except...he doesn’t

and then he continues to not

or maybe he does, or comes as close as makes no difference, and wakes up again anyway?

the first time that happens, the Night Haunts arrive. expectantly. There’s only room for a couple of them, and they won’t stay long because of all the iron, but they do their duty; they come for the body

But the body is still living

hallucinating, a little

definitely he assumes the night haunts are a hallucination, at first

he starts talking to them, and eventually, they talk back (maybe one who wears the face of one of the Lotus Lakes squires).

it’s not in the night haunts’ nature to aid the dying but it is acceptable to wait with them, and trade stories with them, or perhaps simply give them, as a parting mercy...

but it’s not parting. For three months, the Night Haunts take shifts perching on the few iron-free spots in this hole in the ground and waiting for Wei Wuxian to die, and letting. him coax them into telling stories with memories as old as Faerie. He needs something to focus on other than the pain - and thirst and hunger, when he remember them. He does his best to pick shards of iron out of his skin, passes out and would die save for the power in his blood, and wakes up and picks out more iron. “Liar’s child”, they call him, and enjoy talking to someone living once more. 

Eventually, he gains enough strength to start crawling, climbing, falling, pushing himself up and crawling again towards the exit.* Eventually, he breaks into the open air again, rolls over on clean grass and turns his head sideways to spit a last (for now) mouthful of blood.

He keeps some of the iron scraps. He forges them into points for his new trident, the Wens having confiscated his old one. He introduces Wen Chao to it a couple months later.

[fastforward out of the flashback!noises]

“I caaan,” Nie Huaisang says reluctantly, tapping his fingers on his wine glass. “But it’s really hard and I’m not very good at directing them, and you just want to use it to help a Wen.”

(here’s more history of Butchers’ Hill: not long after his second wife passed away, the old duke was elfshot. The poison in it was slow-acting; only after several decades did he start to fail. This turned out to be a mistake on King Wen Ruohan’s part, because it meant Nie Mingjue had had time to grow in his own power and military experience. the Sunshot Campaign began not long thereafter)

(there were arguments for Nie Mingjue to take the crown of Golden Sun, after, but it was Jin Guangshan’s changeling who killed Wen Ruohan, and the Daoine Sidhe are ever hungrier than the Tuatha de Danaan)

“I’ll owe you one,” Wei Wuxian promises. “If you want, I can even shift your blood to one side or the other - I can’t imagine it’s comfortable, being half-plant, half-mammal.”

(it’s an honest offer, not a threat. But also: Wen Zhuliu died in agony, at the hands of the Yiling Patriarch. Rebalancing the blood hurts more than anything in the world, except maybe 3 months of death by iron poisoning.)

“I don’t think so,” Nie Huaisang says consideringly. “I mean, yes, it’s terrible sometimes but...could I claim the favor for someone else, if they agree to it?”

“If you can get me on a road to Blind Michael’s realm and back, sure. You don’t need to worry about aiming me.” He flips a compass out of his pocket, 

once again: do I need o dwell on Blind Michael’s dark realm, night without the hope of moon or stars? There’s running, there’s chasing, there’s fighting...rather more fighting than Toby, actually. As established: the Yiling Patriarch isn’t popularly called a Hero (yet), but he is known for his bloody battlefields.

There’s negotiating. Blind Michael is predictably cruel; Wen Ning is sitting at the foot of his throne like a dog, though he hasn’t grown much more than fur and sharp teeth. So far. Wei Wuxian bargains one soul for another and presses rose-wrapped candle and compass into his friend’s already-less-paw-like hands, whispers, “Think of your sister and follow it. Tell her we’re even. Don’t look back, accept any help you’re offered but not ask for it, and you have...” He checks his watch. “About 2 hours.”

He watches Wen Ning go - for a moment. Until Blind Michael calls, “Take him,” and someone hits him very hard on the back of the head, and the empty sky swallows him up.

TBC

[warsofasoiaf]

Do you think Kevan, Tygett and Gerion were aware of Tywin’s orders re Elia and her children, prior to the sack?

Kevan probably knew for certain, he’s framed within the story as always being Tywin’s loyal right-hand man and he never seems to blanch at any of the distasteful things Tywin orders, so he was probably on Tywin’s war councils and probably one Tywin trusted most. 

Tygett probably also did, I’m only less certain not because I think he’d protest, but because I know so little about him especially in regard to Robert’s Rebellion that speaking about things with any certainty is challenging. For example, did Tygett’s relationship deteriorate with Tywin because of his conduct in the war? Did Tyg feel that Tywin’s conduct was grasping and dishonorable, and that instead they should have taken to the field in conventional battle rather than sack a city by falsehood in a more traditional sense of battlefield honor? Was it living in the shadow of the Reyne-Tarbeck revolt? Or was it stemming more from his patronizing attempts to get him named master-of-arms in the Red Keep all the way back in 270 AC? 

Gerion is a little tougher, because his tour of the Free Cities when he was 16 years old runs very close to Robert’s Rebellion (he turns 16 in 281, Robert’s Rebellion begins in 282 though Tywin would not move until the end of it). He may not have been present when Robert’s Rebellion happened, if the tour of the Free Cities took longer than two years or so. The Narrow Sea is relatively easy to cross, and probably only takes a few days to cross from King’s Landing to Pentos, but depending on how he stayed in each city, what city-fathers would guest and fete him within their halls, and what other distractions he might visit. Gerion was fond of Lomas Longstrider’s books, he may have organized an expedition to the Norvoshi caverns mentioned in his Wonders. But it’s also possible that if news of rebellion happened, he cut his journey short and resumed it after the Rebellion was successfully concluded. GRRM has been pretty scattershot when it comes to durations of things, like how the First Blackfyre, Third Blackfyre, and Robert’s Rebellion all take place in a single year. 

This isn’t to say that Tyg or Gerion would give more regard to Elia than Tywin did, I rather doubt that was the case. If Tygett or Gerion had fiercely protested such conduct, I would think that such a row would have been mentioned. But again, we have so little information about Tywin’s brothers in Robert’s Rebellion that we’re simply left to infer what we can from the nuggets that Genna Lannister provides us.

Thanks for the question, Anon.

SomethingLikeALawyer, Hand of the King

[canyouhearthelight]

The Miys, Ch. 87

Well, it had to happen.

SOMEONE had to call Sophia on her bullshit...

I stifled a moan as I felt the tension easing from the muscles in my legs.  Tyche and I - after much negotiating - were spending some quality time together for the first time in weeks.  Rather than our usual meet-up over a meal we had agreed to some yoga and a light workout.  At the moment, we were moving through a series of beginner level poses, me following her lead.  With the increasing gravity on the Ark, the movements were much more difficult than I had recalled, and I was already sweating.

Then again, that had been the point of the workout, I guess.

“Keep breathing, Soph…” Tyche warned as we moved from child pose to cobra pose.

“Trying,” I grunted. Was I this out of shape, or was it just that much harder?

Somehow, I survived finishing yoga. I sat on the floor for a moment, taking a breather.  We were in one of the communal spaces - I think it had originally been intended as passenger quarters, but was currently opened up and being used as a sort of gym.  We were currently debating what we wanted to do next to finish off our workout, when a red-haired man I didn’t quite recognize approached us.

As we jumped to our feet, the man scowled when Tyche stood slightly in front of me. “Weak,” he spat, and I realized he was one of the people I had noticed acting suspiciously early on.

“What do you want?” my sister asked in a carefully-neutral tone.

“I don’t want anything from the likes of you two,” he answered in a disgusted tone. “But you,” he glared at me, “need to stay away from the Leader.”

The bitter laugh that came out of my mouth sounded like a bark. “For starters, he approached me. I don’t know what his issue with me is, but I’m sure as shit not hunting him down to give him a second chance at a sucker punch.”

“The Leader would never - “

“Bullshit,” I cut him off. Tyche was still in front of me, but seemed content to let me speak.  “He would and he nearly did. I don’t know what the hell he told you and your buddies, but I was minding my own business when he tried to lure my friend away, and when I stopped him, he started talking about a situation he has no real clue about. If she hadn’t shoved me to the ground, his punch would have landed in my kidney instead of her side. You want a copy of the recording? I’ve got that, too.”

“You aren’t worth his attention,” the nameless man sneered.

Tyche snarled and stepped forward, brandishing her finger under his chin like a knife. “Your so-called leader isn’t worth the air he wastes by breathing, much less the poison that drips from his mouth.”

Surprisingly, he outright dismissed her, instead focusing on me. “You won’t have your precious guards around you forever.  The Leader will strip away everything you have, leaving you nothing.”

I managed to convince Tyche to step aside. “Look. Whatever Jokull Bjornson wants, I don’t have it.”

“Don’t you dare say his name!”

“Is this guy fucking Voldemort or something!?” I asked Tyche incredulously.

Her laughter seemed to be the opportunity he was waiting for. He stepped toward me aggressively, hands raised...

...Only to find himself flat on his back, me sitting on him, one forearm across his throat. I found myself absolutely furious, and tired of people treating me like I was some dainty, fragile thing. “Yes,” I hissed in his face, “the people who care about me put a lot of thought into keeping me safe. And yes, most of them are more willing to fight than I am. But that doesn’t make me helpless, you brainless fucker.  I don’t know where you or your precious leader got the idea that I can’t defend myself, but it may be one of the bigger piles of shit he’s selling you.”

Some vague glimmer of intelligence flickered across his face, and he nodded.  He didn’t even spit in my face, despite the fact that it looked like he really wanted to.  Satisfied that he got the message, I carefully let him up, keeping a watch on him the entire time as he left.  As soon as the door closed behind him, I let out a breath I didn’t even realize I had been holding, every ounce of willpower I had focused on not letting my legs collapse when the adrenaline just drained out of my body.  I managed a weak smile as I turned back to face my sister, proud of myself.

Needless to say, I was entirely unprepared for the blow that knocked me on my ass, pain blooming from my mouth.  My fight or flight response tried to find a target, only to see a seething ball of blonde rage standing there.

Tyche had decked me. Right in the teeth. “You foolish, stupid bitch! Now they know you aren’t helpless! We were counting on that!”

All I could do was stare at her, mixed with looking at the blood on my hand - and shirt, and the deck - before trying to speak “Da fug?” Ow. That hurt.

“When are you going to get it through that brilliant skull of yours that you don’t have to fix everything yourself?! Jesus, fuck, Sophia! Someone has it out for you, badly enough to try to assault you in clear view of everyone on this fucking ship. Which, in case the math escapes you, means they have more followers than we even realize, if he’s that confident.  He wasn’t trying to take you down, it was a fucking test. He wanted to see if you would fight back, and he never found out, because Charly didn’t let him.”

“Tyg - “

“No. You do not get to speak right now. You get to listen. When Charly took that hit for you? Yes, it made you look helpless, but it protected you.  Bjornson won’t attack someone who won’t fight back.  But, guess what? You just tore that protection to shreds, set it on fire, and pissed on the ashes.”

“Dis in’t deh fuss die sowwuh has had it oub fuh me.” Maybe she had a point about me not talking. That hurt like a bitch.

“AND YOU NEARLY DIED!” she roared. “For three weeks, I had to watch you try to figure out if you were going to live or die! Conor had to watch you. Derek had to watch you, the closest thing he has to a mom, almost die for three. Gods. Damned. Weeks.”

Her words hit me harder than the punch, and all I could do was gape.

“Yeah. That never occurred to you, did it? We all had to sit there and watch you die. Every day, every hour, every minute, we hoped you wouldn’t.  And this time, yeah, he’s got more people, but we thought we had the advantage, right? Because we knew who they were, we knew what they thought, but nooooooo.  Fuck all that to hell, because Sophia Moira Reid has to fucking save everyone!”

No. None of this occurred to me. I felt so small and guilty as I realized the truth of what she was saying. I had been so selfish.

Tyche’s eyes welled with tears and, if anything, that made her even angrier. “I can’t keep losing you, mon coeur. Three times! Three times in my life I’ve had to lose you. When you went to college, when the End happened, and when we ended up on the Ark, I thought ‘Finally! I finally get to have a sister! We can be in each other’s lives like siblings are supposed to be.’ But then I had…. I had to see you… She was tangled in your hair, killing you…”

I reached out one hand, wanting to comfort her but at a complete loss for what to do.  She was mourning me, the person sitting in front of her.

Tyche swatted my hand away and kept talking. “I love Conor and Maverick, but there is this part of me that just says ‘my sister has the self-preservation of a koala’, and I can’t be around all the time to protect you. It’s killing me. And I can’t exactly ask Arthur and GK to chain themselves to you around the clock.  If it were up to me, you would be confined to quarters, indefinitely, preferably sedated.”

“You would keep me prisoner?” I enunciated carefully, wincing slightly.

“Haven’t done it yet, have I?,” she sighed in defeat.  “Didn’t even ask anyone if it was possible, for that fact. And it wouldn’t be holding you prisoner, per se. More like….. Protective custody.”

“To protect me from Bjornson.”

“To protect you from yourself.”

“I’m not the one who busted my lip,” I pointed out, gesturing at the evidence. Tyche was trying to pull herself back together, and I wasn’t going to stop her.  Even if it did mean she was back to calling me an idiot.

She rolled her eyes and reached down to help me off the floor. “Don’t be so dramatic. I’ve seen you do worse to yourself washing laundry.”

“That stair was broken,” I argued, checking to see if my lip was done bleeding.  Almost.

“Yeah, and so was your ankle.”

“Does this mean I get out of weights today?”

“Nope,” she casually dashed my hopes. “You get to do fencing now.”

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[tygtrilogy]

TYG UPDATE #9, 2021/02/23

i'm back.

ok, so the first thing i want to mention is that the story i want to tell now is in some ways very similar and yet so drastically different to the one i originally told (this is true even in the case of later drafts i posted online).

i'm telling a story about first romances (and what happens when they're gone), the undying love of parents and parental figures, depression and joy, racism and classism, the never-ending struggle for power (and the aftermath of losing it)... and most importantly, i'm telling the story of a biracial girl who changes the world.

so. onto some notable changes.

-the concept of "godschildren". in essence, they're people born with special powers; their powers are uniquely theirs (for example, two godschildren may have similar gifts, but the way they use their gifts will be different, or the conditions under which their gifts operate will be different, etc...)

-these godschildren are major players in the story. both of the main and many of the side characters are godschildren.

-godschildren are not exceedingly rare, but they're not common either.

-the basis of the cultures in the world haven't changed; much of tondo is still inspired by colonial philippines, edeiros and leisenstracht are still based on industrial-era spain and germany respectively. BUT the vesennan empire (more specifically dendara) is based on constantinople and the ottoman empire. JINNAI takes the place of far-east culture that vesenna once held.

-and speaking of jinnai, on its northeastern coast is a little island called takawa. ppl who have read earlier drafts might know takawa as the birthplace of haruto shimizu (a minor character in old versions). this still holds true, but now haruto actually belongs to a certain clan from takawa

-the people of this clan call themselves shadows. this is because many of them are godschildren with the ability to "shadow walk"; they can pass through the empty spaces, the void. these shadows (singular: shadow; a shadow, the shadow) may also be born with a second gift, one that usually makes them very lethal.

-the shadows of takawa island are trained long and hard. they train to forgot themselves, to forgot their emotions, to forget their own name. after all, shadows don't need names--they slip unseen, always at your back, lurking in the darkest corners. when a shadow has completed their training, they are awarded with a black mask that is symbolic of their power. a shadow that can control her own blood, for example, may have red flowing lines painted on her mask. from then on, the shadows may be bought by foreign entities, made to be bodyguards and protectors or even assassins (in fact, if this arrangement is made early in training, the shadow in question will likely be bonded to their future employer so their loyalty is to that person alone).

-a shadow must never take off their mask in any company. to do so would mean expulsion from their order, the ultimate dishonour. a shadow has no mother but darkness, no father but the void, and thus they have no family ties...

-most of the time.

i have more to say, but that'll come soon.

[janiedean]

what are your thoughts on the a + j = tyrion theory if its true it would make sense for him to be the 3rd head of the dragon since grrm said that the 3rd head wouldnt neccessarily be a targaryen and if tyrion is a bastard then while his father was a targaryen he wouldnt have the right to that name and dany, jon, and tyrion their mothers died giving birth to them so it fits for them to be the 3 heads given that commonality (bit of irony tyrion gave jon advice about being a bastard 1/2

using how he handles beinga dwarf and called himself a hill as a sort of false name etc 2/2

.... eeeeh, tldr the answer is nah ;)

the long answer is that I think that tyrion being a targaryen is really a red herring as in:

it loses the irony that tyrion is actually the only one of the lannister kids who was really tywin’s son when it came to cunning and smarts (actually he’s smarter than tywin but nvm) and skills and he was the one tywin hated more for entirely dumb reasons

I think tyrion’s the eventual third head after aegon most likely dies (sad) but exactly bc grrm said that the third head doesn’t have to be targ... it doesn’t mean tyrion has to be a targ

the secret targ thing can be played only so many times before it turns into a brazilian telenovela - we know jon is one so whatever, but when dany was supposed to be the last and we already had the OOOPS THERE’S ANOTHER ONE card played with aegon (whether he’s real or not is no matter because grrm did play the card in question), if then it turns out TYRION is another one it just becomes ridiculous imvho

if there was any chance tyrion wasn’t his tywin would have had him killed in the cradle so if now it turns out he wasn’t it just cheapens his entire storyline and tbqh.. if tyrion isn’t tywin’s then it makes their entire history cheapened because someone could go WELL TYWIN HAD A POINT IN TREATING HIM LIKE SHIT SINCE HE WASN’T EVEN HIS and it loses all the weight of the fact that when tyrion kills him it’s not what the narrative condemns him for bc tywin had it coming, what he has to narratively redeem himself for is shae, not tywin, but if it turns out it wasn’t his father all along it just... loses weight imvho and grrm put too much effort in that dynamic to go there imvho

it makes 99% of the plot go back to the targaryens like you have to be one to have the cool stuff in the storyline and like... nah I really don’t think it’s the point, esp when out of jon/dany/tyrion dany is the only one that is really tied to the legacy of the name

if it’s the actual last iteration of the love triangle from the first outline... I don’t really know if grrm wants to go for a love triangle where dany is jon’s aunt and tyrion’s half-sister X°DDDDDD like okay they didn’t know each other but it’s skeevy af

the only character who has to fight with aerys’s legacy is dany atm and tbh having tyrion thrown into it would just.. not work really

and:

That was a queer remark. "Why should you fear?""Jaime," she said, tugging on his ear, "sweetling, I have known you since you were a babe at Joanna's breast. You smile like Gerion and fight like Tyg, and there's some of Kevan in you, else you would not wear that cloak . . . but Tyrion is Tywin's son, not you. I said so once to your father's face, and he would not speak to me for half a year. Men are such thundering great fools. Even the sort who come along once in a thousand years."

tbqh... grrm went and had genna say it openly in jaime’s fifth affc chapter really blatantly. I really don’t think it’s gonna be a thing XD

[tomakeitbeautifultolive]

Your right and you should say it. Sophie has also mentioned something about a scroll that she took home to keep after the final season and she says that scroll is a HUGE spoiler. Idk if you’ve seen that animated got trailer but Tyrion is holding a scroll in it. I’m sure that she will uncover his betrayal and toss him under the bus and stand by Jon and Dany. I actually like show Tyrion a lot so I am upset that he becomes a villain, how do u actually feel abt that? About Tyrion being a villain?

Alright, now I’m going to address the elephant in the room and admit that I have some conflicting Sansa posts floating around right now lmfao. The first, I lit her up for basically being the antithesis of her parents… but then that got me thinking. So my current take is:

If Sansa’s attitude toward Daenerys is genuine, she’s being irrational and cruel.

If Sansa is ‘playing the game of faces’ meanwhile working for Dany behind the scenes, then she is likely being honorable and clever.

I believe Sansa is playing the game of faces, and that her true loyalty lies with Jon and Daenerys.

Now, about that ‘spoiler scroll’…

Credit goes to my GoT soulmate for this find, @ktwrites (as per usual lmfao) ♥

Sophie Turner says this on April 4th:

“And I took a scroll that was in the last….like one of the last episodes and it’s like a huge spoiler, and I’ve just been carrying it around in my wallet.”

The show premiered on April 14th. This scroll appeared in episode 3, which aired on May 5th:

A lot of people disagree that this is the same scroll she swiped from set because well, those aren’t spoilers! Yeah, not anymore, but they sure as fuck would’ve been on April 4th! So yeah, there could be other spoilery scrolls out there, but this one exists and it’s Katie’s and my personal best bet.

How do I feel about Tyrion being a villain?…

…Unfortunately, it makes perfect sense.

First of all, in the books he’s much less sympathetic and more of a ‘grey’ character. I was surprised by how much I didn’t like him compared to Peter Dinklage. 😕 I think, like any good show, GoT definitely incorporates a lot of the actor’s personality into their character, and so Tyrion became much more likable.

Tyrion has quotes like this:

“I never bet against my family.”

“I don’t want to destroy our family. I never have.”

There’s a quote from Genna Lannister, Jaime and Tyrion’s aunt:

“Jaime, sweetling, I have known you since you were a babe at Joanna’s breast. You smile like Gerion and fight like Tyg, and there’s some of Kevan in you, else you would not wear that cloak… but Tyrion is Tywin’s son, not you.

Tyrion is Tywin’s son, meaning that he resembles Tywin in temperament more than his siblings do, and let’s not forget that Tywin is one of the vilest men in Westeros.

Martin, himself, even called Tyrion a villain in a 1999 interview:

And you know, Tyrion’s 'divided loyalties’ between what he knows is right and protecting his family fits perfectly with this line from George:

“I’ve always agreed with William Faulkner—he said that the human heart in conflict with itself is the only thing worth writing about.”

Lastly, I think I might’ve found evidence in Bran’s visions that (if the leaks are true) might suggest Tyrion had a hand in the Red Wedding, after all… but more on that coming later. (Keep an eye out for another addendum to my “Re-examining the “Bells” leak…” post - I’ve got to gather the screenshots yet.)

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Love Of My Life - Part 2

MASTERLIST 

(i hope u guys like pt 2 xoxo this has a snippet of roggie in it and it’ll just start getting angstier so im SORRRYYYYY i apparently just like to break yours guy’s hearts also idk the 2nd gif gives me vibes for this chapter so tyg sksksk)

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“I can’t believe you said all of that!” you called out as you rushed around your home in search of a pair of earrings.

Your grandma was sat on your couch and smiling as she watched you nervously get ready. She knew exactly what she did and she was proud of herself for it. She saw the way John looked at you and the way you looked at him. It was the same exact way her husband, her soulmate, use to look at her. She just knew.

“It needed to be said! You two would be cute together.” she says.

You walk in front of her and pause as you put your earrings on.

“Grandma, it’s just a meal. I don’t even know I’d consider this a date. You barely even know him! What if he’s secretly a murderer and you’re sending me to my death?” you ask dramatically.

She rolls her eyes and slowly stands to her feet. She walks up to you and smiles.

“I’ve known John since he was a little boy. He’s not a murderer. He’s a well behaved young man with a good heart. You’ll have fun.” she reassures you.

You look to her and feel your heart thumping loudly. You take in a deep breath and close your eyes, trying to calm your nerves. Suddenly, there’s a loud knock at the door and you jump. You look to her frantically and the look on your face shows how terrified you are. Your grandma shakes her head and holds your hand.

“Remember what you said, it’s just a meal. You look beautiful, go!” she half whispers.

You smile to her and lean forward to hug her tightly. She kisses your cheek as you wave goodbye and walk to the front door. You take in another deep breath as you open it up slowly. John is stood there awkwardly as he looks you up and down. He smiles and looks stunned.

“Y-You look beautiful.” he says, admiring your red sundress.

You blush and look down for a moment before looking back up to him. He’s dressed casual as well and it looks really nice on.

“You look not so bad yourself.” you say back.

This time, he blushes. He smiles and looks down at a bouquet of yellow sunflowers he had got for you. You almost gasp at the sight of them. They were beautiful. He holds them out for you.

“For you. I wasn’t sure what kind of flowers you like, but, uh, I just sorta-”

“They’re absolutely beautiful. Thank you so much.” you say, smiling.

He looks pleased with himself as you hold the flowers close to yourself as the two of you walk to his car. You slide in and he begins driving. You’re not sure where you’re going, but your nerves are ridiculous right now. You look out the window and watch outside. It was now dark as businesses begin to light up the outside of their stores. John looks over to you and smiles.

“I made reservations at Ollie’s, if that’s okay.”

You look over to him fast and your eyes open wide.

“You got reservations at Ollies?” you ask, shocked.

Ollie’s was the most fanciest restaurant where the two of you lived. It was elegant and expensive. You had never eaten there, but you know for a fact that you would feel out of place real quick. John looks worried.

“Or we could go to-”

“No, no! Ollie’s will be lovely.” you say, smiling.

He nods and is happy with his choice of restaurant. He looks back to the road and continues driving until Ollie’s comes into view. John parks his car and hurriedly jumps out and rushes to your side. Just like before, he opens up your door for you. You smile and slide out. You place the flowers on your seat and grab your purse. You thank him as the two of you begin walking inside. It’s busy and loud. Everyone is dressed so nicely and you suddenly feel out of place once more. A women greets you and checks you in for your reservation. 

She grabs the menus and you follow her to the table. You sit down and are instantly welcomed by a complimentary glass of champagne. John looks to you and smiles as he lifts his drink towards you. You clink yours with his and mumble a ‘cheers’. You sip the drink and look around. You spot a plate of food at a table near you and everything on it was so tiny. You raise a brow as you watch a man slowly eat it all. You weren’t use to places like this, but neither was John. He was just trying to impress you. You stare at your menu and the prices for everything were insane. You almost shrieked at them. John looks up to you and you both smile. You look back to the menu and don’t know what to choose. John places his down on the table and awkwardly smiles. He’s doesn’t want to be there either.

You tap your fingers on the table and watch as a server walks by with a tray of food. Everything, once again, was super tiny on the plates. You were starving and knew none of that would fill you up. John watches you and doesn’t know what to say. He just wanted to make a good impression on you. You look to him and notice he looks uncomfortable as well. You take in a deep breath.

“Can I be honest with you?” you ask fast.

He looks to you shocked and nods his head fast.

“I’m not use to tiny, fancy food like all of this.” you say, looking around. “I’m more of a greasy cheeseburger, food truck kind of girl.”

You were slightly embarrassed by saying that, but it’s true. Nothing fancy about you. John’s shoulders fall as he exhales. He closes his eyes and shakes his head. For a moment, you think he might be upset at you until he looks up and is grinning, almost laughing.

“I am so happy you said that.” he says, causing you to almost laugh with him. “Shall we?” he asks, slowly standing up and holding his hand out for you.

The tension between the two of you had been broken and you couldn’t be more happier. You take his hand as the two of you giggle as you walk out, earning glances from others. You walk back to his car and get inside. Now the two of you are laughing hysterically as he begins driving.

“The food was so tiny, I needed tweezers to eat it with!” you say, as you both laugh from crying.

John looks over to you with tears in his eyes as he smiles. You haven’t laughed like that in forever. He pulls up to a parking spot near a park and parks. You’re still giggling to yourself as you unbuckle your seatbelt. John’s staring at you more seriously now as he watches you smile. You look over to him and you almost freeze. He looks at your lips then back to your eyes. You weren’t sure what to do or say, but he did.

“May-” he goes to say. “May I kiss you?” he asks, so politely.

You slowly smile and look down at his lips. He licks them fast as your stomach turns into butterflies. You nod your head and suddenly he’s leaned forward and cups your face with his hand. His lips are on yours and the kiss is slow and soft. Just lips to lips. Nothing lustful about it. He’s been wanting to do this all night and so have you. You lean forward and kiss him back. The two of you slowly pull away and smile.

“Hungry?” he asks, half joking.

“Starving.” you reply back.

The two of you laugh as you both turn and jump out of the car. John walks up to you and holds out his hand for you to take. You both begin walking fast and talk about anything and everything, but mostly laughing at nothing. You come across a fair in the park and are surprised. Game booths are lined up as food trucks fill the entire area. You and John make your way to a burger truck as he orders for you both. You two are talking and still holding hands when you hear someone calling out his name. John looks around confused until he spots somebody. A blonde man with a pretty girl in his arms makes his way up to you two. He looks at you up and down and smiles. He was extremely handsome. You hold onto John’s hand even tighter.

“It’s been forever!” says the man as he lets go of the girl and hugs John.

“It really has!” he says back.

They let go as John looks to you and smiles.

“Roger, this is y/n. Y/n, this is Roger. He’s my best friend.”

You smile sweetly and hold out your hand for him. He smiles back as his eyes are glued on yours. The girl beside him rolls her eyes as she looks around, clearly bored.

“Nice to meet you, y/n.” he says softly.

“You as well, Roger.” you say back.

You grab John’s hand again as you stand close. He smiles down at you as your name’s are being called, letting you know the food was done.

“We should get together some time, mate.” says John as he hands you your food.

Roger looks to you then back to John and nods his head.

“Yeah, yeah! Definitely! Just let me know, alright?” he says, looking back to you. “It was really nice to meet you, y/n.” he says, smiling.

Your heart jumps as you smile back.

“You as well.”

John turns to you and smiles. He says goodbye to Roger as the two of you begin walking away. Roger doesn’t take his eyes off of you. He watches as you and John laugh together over something. The girl behind him calls out his name, but he ignores her. John mumbles something to you and you suddenly look very serious. A huge grin forms your face and he can hear you say ‘oh, it’s on’. Suddenly, the two of  you are holding your food close as you both race down the sidewalk. Roger half smiles. He continues to stand there as he wishes that he could find somebody like you.

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The entire extent of things we know or can logic out about September Torquill:

Sylvester and Simon's older sister

Typical red hair/yellow eyes coloring

Unless there's an ADDITIONAL secret sibling somewhere, she was married to a Tylweth Tyg named Malcolm, who had land in Wales. Their daughter is January.

She was the sort of person who would flirt - though, honestly, more like be true friends - with a Prince of Cats despite being married

Her brothers loved her very much, and I'd be willing to bet that they haven't gotten along as well since her death

Amandine loved her enough to name two daughters after her

Alive in 1605, before the Great Fire of London; was never seen returning to London; was almost certainly dead by 1840 San Francisco because otherwise she would have been mentioned

MY GUESS is that her death is what prompted Sylvester and Simon to move to America. (Are their parents still alive??)

That's it. That's all we know.

Was her death an assassination? A random accident? Who knows! Not us.

Is it even plot-relevant?? It must be, for us to be told so little. But we know so much about the current state of Simon/Eira/August/Amandine and how that came to be without any apparent remaining loose threads. So how does September weave in?? Something more to prophecies?

Goddamnit, Seanan.

Feel free to add to this post (so help me I will animate this entire tag myself if I have to; it won't be the first time.)

[alayne-stonecoldfox]

how about one quote post with your favorite quotes? that would be lit!!!

Just some of my narrowed down favourites, not in any particular order

There are ghosts in Winterfell, he thought, and I am one of them. - Theon in one of his dance chapters. I love so many of his quotes in these chapters since their so introspective and tragic, but this is one of the best.

"sweetling, I have known you since you were a babe at Joanna's breast. You smile like Gerion and fight like Tyg, and there's some of Kevan in you, else you would not wear that cloak... but Tyrion is Tywin's son, not you. I said so once to your father's face, and he would not speak to me for half a year. Men are such thundering great fools. Even the sort who come along once in a thousand years." - Genna Lannister to Jamie. Its really humanising for the Lannisters, quotes like this. Their family dynamics. And a punch to the guy about Tyrion and Tywin.

“Tommen has his mother.” Ser Kevan’s green eyes met her own, unblinking. A last drop of wine trembled wet and red beneath his chin, and finally fell. “Aye,” he added softly, after a pause, “and his father too, I think.”-Speaking of Lannister, this utter savage line from Kevan about Cersei.

Hundreds of smallfolk had been admitted to the castle, and allowed to erect crude shelters against the walls. Their children were everywhere underfoot, and the yard teemed with their cows, sheep, and chickens. "Who are all these folk?""My people," Edmure answered. "They were afraid." -Edmure is just a good man, in a book were there aren’t many good men just doing good things. So this line was simple but powerful. He doesn’t even question it, looking after his smallfolk.

 I pray for a glimpse of Azor Ahai, and R'hllor shows me only Snow. -Melisandre doesnt know what the heck she’s doing, but the readers...we see you George. We see you

“The common people pray for rain, healthy children, and a summer that never ends,” Ser Jorah told her. “It is no matter to them if the high lords play their game of thrones, so long as they are left in peace.” He gave a shrug. “They never are.” –Jorah, just being real.

”Get the keys and remove those chains from him, before you make me rue the day I raped your mother."-Who didn’t need to put the book down and take a fkn minute to themselves after Roose said this to Ramsey. 

“Life is not a song sweetling. You may learn that one day to your sorrow”-Of course a Petyr Sansa exchange. This one is my favourite. Its sweet, wistful, vaguely ominous, and beautifully worded.

One of the Mountain's men had tried to rape the girl at Harrenhal, and had seemed honestly perplexed when Jaime commanded Ilyn Payne to take his head off. "I had her before, a hunnerd times," he kept saying as they forced him to his knees. "A hunnerd times, m'lord. We all had her." When Ser Ilyn presented Pia with his head, she had smiled through her ruined teeth.- from a Jamie chapter. It just...stuck with me. I can remember this quote off the top of my head and its effect on me when I first read it.

That man is dead. Aeron had drowned and been reborn from the sea, the god's own prophet. No mortal man could frighten him, no more than the darkness could . . . nor memories, the bones of the soul. The sound of a door opening, the scream of a rusted iron hinge. Euron has come again. It did not matter. He was the Damphair priest, beloved of the god.- Aeron. I love his chapters. I could really feel him and everything he felt so strongly....and that fkn rusted iron hinge man...

“You are the blood of the dragon. You can make a hat.” - Danaerys. Mother of dragons. Breaker of chains. Milliner.

No, don’t, don’t cut my hair, Ned loves my hair.- Catelyn. I cry.

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