#bors the breaker

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A yandere Gyro and Johnny pairing fighting off a yandere Diego and Hotpants or maybe Valentine?

IM SORRY I TOOK SO LONG I HAD NO IDEA WHAT TO DO WITH THIS.

' = thoughts

" = speech

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As Y/n walks in a old 1800's western styled town she questioned her life and why she's still a big jojo fan.

Y/n plops down on the sandy ground and sighs.

" I'm tired of having to walk a mile, Im just gonna rest for a little while"

1 minute

2 minutes

3 minutes

" NOTHINGS HAPPENING IM SO BOR- is that a tumble weed!"

Y/n runs up to the mini sized tumble weed and grins.

" I've always wanted to throw a tumble weed at someone!"

Y/n grabs the tumble weed and puts it in her bag that she conveniently has on her.

' Welp, I guess it's time to walk until something interesting happens.... again'

Y/n gets up and pats off sand off her sweat pants.

' I wish I had my phone and some headphones'

" Darling? Is that you?"

' Oh shit it's the zesty ball cowboy, don't look behind you y/n, don't look-'

" Ummm no this is Tyrone" Y/n says in the deepest voice she can muster.

A different voice cuts in

" Y/n get on one of our horses now"

' That's definitely Johnny I can recognize that painfully blunt voice from anywhere'

" M-kay'"

I turn around and walk torwards them.

"Which horse should I get on?"

" Mine!" Gyro says.

" Wait what? She always goes on your horse Gyro it's my turn now"

' You know what since Johnny has a big ass- uhhhh i mean nice personality I'll ride with him'

" I'll ride with you this time Johnny" Y/n says as she smiles

" WHAT!?" Gyro exclaims doing his cursed shocked face.

I walk to Johnny's horse and after two embarrassing tries I get on behind him.

I wrap my arms around Johnny just incase the horse hates me.

" Where are we even going?" Y/n asks

" Were going to continue the race"

" Wait- how far are you into the race!?-"

" Johnny and Gyro, I haven't seen you in a long time" Valentine says as he comes out a carriage 5 feet away from us.

' How did none of us hear that loud ass carriage' Y/n thinks

" Johnny, Gyro, I think we should leave he's way too American-"

Tusk Act 4 and Ball Breaker come out of there Users backs.

" Hiya" Y/n says as she waves to the cute stands.

They excitedly wave back

' Wahhh~ so cute!'

Funny slowly stride's torwards us

" Hand Y/n over please, if you do that I will spare you and you make have a chance of winning the race"

" I would appreciate if I had say in this please!" Y/n says as she deadpans.

" No! We're not handing her over to you, you bastard!" Johnny Yells

" Fine, be that way then" Funny replies as D4C comes out

" You know, I could just runaway and leave Valentine to chase me, Then you guys can finish the race without me nagging you"

" NO!" Gyro, Johnny both yell

" Fine then, I was just trying to help" Y/n says as she rolls her eyes

' No matter what Y/n I'll always be with you, even if I have to kill a few bastards to keep me with you" Johnny thinks as he Glares at Valentine

Johnny puts hand into a hand gun position and aims it at Valentine.

' I'll Die before I'll let anyone take you away from me, Y/n' Gyro thinks

Gyro takes out his steel ball and focuses on trying to find the golden ratio on Valentine.

" Don't worry I got this guys!"

Y/n opens her bag and takes the tumble weed out.

' A tumble weed......?' Johnny and Gyro both think.

Y/n throws the tumble weed at Funny. It lands directly on his and hits his eyes.

" Augh!-"

" GO BEFORE HE OPENS HIS EYES"

Johnny and Gyro quickly make there horses get away from Funny Valentine.

" HAHHA THATS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU GET FREAKY WITH LITTLE GIRLS LOSER"

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IM SORRY THIS WAS JUST SO RANDOM-

I hoped you guys liked this love ya'll!

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all character names used in the song of ice and fire pile

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Tell me about Mateo and Clarice Hightower👀

I've been wanting to talk about Clarice! Thanks for the opportunity!~ She's a recent favorite of mine~ Warning: I changed a lot of names already LOL. Its fun working with a character I purposely added the Seven Degrees of Keven Bacon to~ Clarice is one! OOOP THIS IS FOREVER LONG

"Death Before Disgrace"

History of House Bulwer — Bors the Breaker is a legendary son of Garth Greenhand and founder of House Bulwer of Blackcrown, Its cliffs are called singing cliffs for the whistle heard from the twisted towers and wind-carved stones standing above the waves. According to legend, Born of Bulwer gained the strength of twenty men by drinking only bull's blood. Some tales state Bors drank so much blood he grew a pair of shiny black horns.

30s AC — Lord Herbert Belwer and his wife Lady Charlaena of House Leygood are seen as responsible and accountable rulers of House Belwer. Lord Herbert was named Lord Belwer upon turning 13, after his father's two-year long battle with illness. A year into his Lordship, Lord Herbert was married to Lady Charlaena Leygood when she was 13, shortly after her first blood. The couple did not consummate their marriage for many years, as Lady Charlaena lived in Blackcrown Castle under the supervision of multiple Septas until she officially came of age.

50s AC — Lady Clarice Belwer was the eldest child of House Belwer, along with her siblings Lady Aenaes Bulwer, the future Lord Maurice Bulwer, and Lady Gaëlle Bulwer.

Her brother, Maurice finds himself with a bastard (b. ~70s AC) or two before he ascends to the Lordship. His youngest sister Gaëlle marries the second son to Lord Redwyne, and suddenly finds herself Lady Redwyne after husband's elder brother dies. Gaëlle outlives her husband and child, but lives into old age to watch her grandson ascend to Lord Redwyne, who's only daughter, Lady Oletta Redwyne, is courting Prince Aegon ii Targaryen. Her middle sister, Aenaes Bulwer, is totally open for fun future plotting!

The Redwynes of the Dance are some of my favorite OCs, Oletta's face is Havana Rose Liu for fun previews ;P

Clarice Bulwer was late to receiving her first blood, her younger sister beating her to it. As blood is historically important to their house, House Bulwer celebrated Clarice's entrance into adulthood with a tournament in her honor. The future Lord Hightower, Ser Othello Hightower, in his 30s and married, asked for the favor of Lady Clarice and declared that she was the most beautiful woman in The Reach. He used the excuse that he took pity on the late-blooming girl. Lady Clarice and Ser Othello began an intimate letter exchange from Oldtown and nearby Blackcrown.

In his 40s, Ser Othello Hightower married his second wife, the young Clarice Bulwer. There were rumors at court that the plain looking Clarice used bloodmagic to entice Othello into marriage. Othello and his first wife only had one daughter together, who was always rather sickly. The girl died in her early teens, sparking more rumors at court.

**potential plot — (~late 50s AC - 60AC) Clarice had a bastard child with Othello shortly before they married, if a boy the child could be raised by the Maesters? If a girl, the family could allow ~10 orphan/bastard girls to be employed at the Hightower for "goodwill" sake, being trained and raised with the young ladies of court and employed as their maids. The bastard girl could be one of them, and potentially never finds out about her parentage rip. (or twins and its both LOL) send opinions~

Lady Clarice never had interest in children, and performed her duty and bore two true-born sons to Othello. Hobert and Otto. Clarice left the raising to the nursemaids, tutors and their father. Othello ascended to Lord Hightower late in his life, after his sons were born and raised by his Knightly hand. Clarice preferred the company of Maesters to her husband or other courtly ladies. Perhaps she hated courtly ladies most of all. Othello did not spend long as Lord Hightower, dying and passing the title onto his twenty year old eldest son, Hobert.

Perhaps, the best time of her life was after she ascended to Lady Hightower, which only was made better when she became Lady Dowager.

Clarice was not much interested in the Faith of the Seven, favoring the Maesters Order instead. Instead of confessing her sins to a traditional Septon, she confessed to her close Maesters. Her closest confidant was Maester Fyodor, who shared many of the mysteries of the Citadel with her. During her time as Lady Hightower to a decade after, rumors swarmed around court about her potential use of blood magic with her Maester friends. Rumor had it that she kept with House Bulwer tradition and drank bull's blood in her wine. Some even say that she bathed in the blood of maidens for eternal life. Some rumors were based in fact...

As a mother-in-law, she was harsh and extremely critical whenever she took the time to come down from the top of the Hightower. Her youngest son, Otto, married without much of her consideration. Clarice was potentially most cruel toward Lady Alyrie Florent who married her youngest son, Otto. Alyrie struggled with conception issues, and many Maesters were sent to study her conditions. The Maesters were extremely invasive about her sexual life, potential on the orders of Lady Clarice. I'm sure all the information gathered was shared with her.

That was, until her eldest true born son, Hobert, was married to a Lady of the extremely wealthy House Estermont. Lady Juliette Estermont, the new Lady Hightower, was in for a rough surprise.

House Manderly of the North have strong ties to The South. Lady Sybelle Manderly, a little person/dwarf from The North, started a correspondence with Ser Lyam, the future Lord Estermont, they bonded over having very similar ridiculous fail!knight brothers.

Lady Clarice Hightower nearly fainted when she heard the Lord brother to her daughter-in-law was marrying a dwarf.

Clarice EITHER

went to the wedding, wearing white (or whatever Westeros wedding color) after paying for Lady Sybelle's dress to be ruined, leaving her wearing plain clothes.

[OR] she sent a large party with Lady Juliette Hightower to the wedding celebration and paid to outfit all the Reach girls in the finest of fashions, overshadowing the bride. Or both LOL (always open for other ideas~~)

TO make up for her horrible attitude, Clarice invited Lady Sybelle Estermont and her husband to Oldtown to celebrate some milestone. Potentially Sybelle could have been pregnant and Clarice invited her to be seen by the best Maesters in the Realms. (and made her haul her north ass across the ENTIRE Stormland/Reach while pregnant yeah thanks sooooo much girl)

Ser Lyam Estermont enjoyed his time at Oldstown, sporting with Hobert and enjoying catching up with his sister, Juliette. Lyam, Hobert and their men particularly enjoyed their time hunting along the Honeywine norht of the city. Which left Sybelle to spent most of her time at Oldstown, with Clarice and maybe a terrified Juliette.

It didn't take Sybelle to realize something was horridly wrong. She was from The North, she had a suspicion for these sorts of things. And, of course, when the Maesters starting asking about her plans for her own corpse...well, the technical term is Sybelle skedaddled outta there.

It's a story they tell their children, amongst are Maeria Estermont, many times over. Sybelle took a carriage to the Honeywine to fetch her husband from hunting and left the city. She used her Northern voice and barked orders which made Lyam get off his horse and into her carriage which pulled away without another word.

Sybelle was paranoid and instead of using the Roseroad towards Estermont in the east, they spent time in the Uplands with House Mullendore, arriving with little to no luggage or servants, waiting in their Keep for weeks until all their staff and things arrived. Lady Juliette (Estermont) Hightower graced the Uplands castle, MUCH to the excitement of Lord and Lady Mullendore. There was much drama those nights, and the Mullendore's speak of it often.

Lady Clarice Hightower outlived most everyone in her life, living to at least 90 years. Her grandchildren's generation hardly ever met her, even with everyone but Alicent living in Oldtown, Clarice rarely left the highest rooms of the Hightower. Her great-grandchildren's generation mostly do not know she is alive, nor rarely ask about her. I'm sure her and Helaena have strange dreamscapes together. Anyone older than that would be utterly shocked to find that she was living.

What might have finally killed her was finding out her daughter-in-law's niece (Maeria) marries a Dornishman (Rahul). rip

AND I think that's it....it's a whole novel in itself WHOOPS. Always love hearing thoughts and prayers about her!

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Knight Fight Week 2

With Week 1 finished and half of our Armed and Mostly Dangerous contestants sent to the Shadow Realm, I will no unveil the matchups for Week 2! These will be rolling out 10/2 at midnight CST. Or would that make it 10/3 midnight? It is entirely possible that I'm just dumb. ANYWAY!

Bracket A)

Bracket B)

Bracket C) Oops, All Orkneys (Minor Adjustment was made so that Agravaine and Gaheris can duke it out this round)

Bracket D)

Bracket E) (adjusted for tie, placement of Bors/Dagonet decided by coin toss)

Bracket F) (adjusted for tie, placement of Elyan and Cador determined by coin flip)

Bracket G) (adjusted for tie, placement of Calogrenant and Segwarides determined by coin toss)

Bonus Tie-Breaker Bracket!)

Moving forward, any future tie will be determined with a one day bonus poll in the effort of moving things along. The fact that there were three entire ties this go-around, however, deserved an extra bracket!

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i'm forever in your debt.

It was nothing but instinct to the heir of Blackcrown, to help those wounded around him or in arms way. It had been what he was trained for, the preparation of battle always the objective of his house to be ready when needed. They took pride in that, being descended from Bors the Breaker was an honor to them and it showed with fierce each generation fought when the time came. This was no different and Andrei showed that, but even then he wasn't going to leave a wounded ally on the battlefield when they could be saved. To him it made sense to help, there was no thought of debt or need to be repaid. Head shakes as he stands to the side, free from the dangers of a battlefield where the other could receive attention while they waited. "There is no need for that." A wave of his hand to dismiss the thought accompanies his words. "I do not need to be repaid for doing what anyone else would do. Or should do." He felt like adding as proud shoulders lift and fall in a shrug. "Think nothing of it."

Patching Wounds | Accepting | @kingmaketh

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Tags continued: Part 1 | Part 2

Some Celebrated Children of Garth Greenhand

❀ John the Oak, the First Knight, who brought chivalry to Westeros (a huge man, all agree, eight feet tall in some tales, ten or twelve feet tall in others, sired by Garth Greenhand on a giantess). His own descendants became the Oakhearts of Old Oak.

❀ Gilbert of the Vines, who taught the men of the Arbor to make sweet wine from the grapes that grew so fat and lush across their island, and who founded House Redwyne.

❀ Florys the Fox, the cleverest of Garth’s children, who kept three husbands, each ignorant of the existence of the others. (From their sons sprang House Florent, House Ball, and House Peake).

❀ Maris the Maid, the Most Fair, whose beauty was so renowned that fifty lords vied for her hand at the first tourney ever to be held in Westeros. (The victor was the Grey Giant, Argoth Stone-Skin, but Maris wed King Uthor of the High Tower before he could claim her, and Argoth spent the rest of his days raging outside the walls of Oldtown, roaring for his bride.)

❀ Foss the Archer, renowned for shooting apples off the head of any maid who took his fancy, from whom both the red apple and green apple Fossoways trace their descent.

❀ Brandon of the Bloody Blade, who drove the giants from the Reach and warred against the children of the forest, slaying so many at Blue Lake that it has been known as Red Lake ever since.

❀ Owen Oakenshield, who conquered the Shield Islands, driving the selkies and merlings back into the sea.

❀ Harlon the Hunter and Herndon of the Horn, twin brothers who built their castle atop Horn Hill and took to wife the beautiful woods witch who dwelled there, sharing her favors for a hundred years (for the brothers did not age so long as they embraced her whenever the moon was full).

❀ Bors the Breaker, who gained the strength of twenty men by drinking only bull’s blood, and founded House Bulwer of Blackcrown. (Some tales claim Bors drank so much bull’s blood he grew a pair of shiny black horns.)

❀ Rose of Red Lake, a skinchanger, able to transform into a crane at will—a power some say still manifests from time to time in the women of House Crane, her descendants.

❀ Ellyn Ever Sweet, the girl who loved honey so much she sought out the King of the Bees in his vast mountain hive and made a pact with him, to care for his children and his children’s children for all time. She was the first beekeeper, and the mother to House Beesbury.

❀ Rowan Gold-Tree, who was so bereft when her lover left her for a rich rival that she wrapped an apple in her golden hair, planted it upon a hill, and grew a tree whose bark and leaves and fruit were gleaming yellow gold, and to whose daughters the Rowans of Goldengrove trace their roots.

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"Hey. HEY. You, cloaca-sniffer--put that down! Stop--stop chewing that! Those materials cost more than every bone in your body to make, you--you synapsid." --- As I prepare to post this, a Carolina wren is scolding someone or something as loudly as she can right outside my window. Perfect. <3 #cloacasniffer #squirrel #kettle #carolinawren #balladsofremex #BoR #breaker #soothsinging #interspeciesconflict #squirrelshavenorespect #art #illustration #birds #bird #mammal #midtonepaper #ink #INKTOBER #inktober2019 #whiteink #tryingtechniques (at Charlottesville, Virginia) https://www.instagram.com/p/B3HdazCj6o5/?igshid=dkqnlmuv7fe7

[westerosoliviapope]

Glittering Westerati Flirt and Frolick at the 107th Annual Grand Garden Classic

Bring on the champagne and brandy cocktails!

Our favorite flowery southern region kicked off its famed derby season this weekend at the 107th Annual Grand Garden Classic and everybody who's anybody traveled to The Reach for society's favorite sport.

No offense to this year's champion thoroughbred, Bors the Breaker — but we all know the real competition here: seeing and being seen.

The day started at the Highgarden Country Club with the Women's League Charity Brunch (sponsored by Redwyne Family Vineyards), where Women's League Chairwoman and Future First Lady, Margaery Tyrell Baratheon was the obvious belle of the ball alongside her himbo Man Candy husband and candidate for Prime Minister, People's Councilman Renly Baratheon.

On hand to accept the League's Woman of the Year Award (before the race where she allegedly bet big on second-place winner Knight of the Laughing Tree and swore like a wildling) was Foreign Affairs Minister Lyanna Stark.

No doubt, dragged below The Neck by his fiancee, People's Councilman Robb Stark also made an appearance to support his dear aunt. Let's hope our sweet WKLN anchor Roslin Frey employs a better stylist next year if she doesn't want to be outshined by her dashing groom-to-be.

Speaking of visitors from lands far and wide, all hail Princess Arianne Martell, who made her first-ever derby appearance. Could my Little Birds' reports that the over thirty-five-years old and still single heir to the Dornish throne is shopping for a Westerosi husband be true? We've heard she canoodled with a certain ne'er-do-well prince at the after-party, but more on that later.

Included in the Princess's retinue were her cousins and daughters of International Man of Mystery Prince Oberyn Martell: (pictured from left to right) fashion maven and style influencer Obella Sand, fixer and political maverick Sarella Sand, Tyroshi Tennis Open Champion Elia Sand, and international playgirl fixer Nymeria Sand.

And let's not forget Prince Trystane and his lady love and Westerosi society princess, Myrcella Baratheon.

We wonder how Myrcella reacted when her mother, Former First Lady Cersei Lannister, showed up on the arm of the criminal eccentric businessman Euron Greyjoy? Only the gods know what's going on here, but Little Birds report that a collective gasp rippled through the box seats at the race track when they walked in? Is the notoriously uptight Lady Lannister looking for a wild ride after her tumultuous divorce and the death of her oldest son? Could #Ceron be the newest couple to watch?

Not to be outdone by their visitors, our Reachmen and women were out in full force. Let's start with the age-defying plastic surgery enthusiast socialite and boutique franchiser, Lynesse Hightower-Ormollen who made her derby entrance via billboards throughout Garden City featuring herself exclusive pieces from her stores' also named after herself spring line.

CLICK HERE FOR MORE OF THE DAILY WHISPER'S EXCLUSIVE COVERAGE OF THE 107TH ANNUAL GRAND GARDEN CLASSIC.

[chemistfail]

Detritus world building

Most therians are discouraged from learning magic because Fae born are dick heads. So to protect themselves, they've became very skill spell breakers. It's not uncommon to see therian towns decked out in intricate spell banishing glyphs and protection wards

And since magic is heavily associated with dick head mages, demigods, and fae bor, most therian are further discouraged to learn magic by their families and communities. Creating this misconception that therians can't do magic

Which isn't the the case at all and many therians are skilled magicians but have to keep their heritage a secret

[verysharpteeth]

Cursed Individual Episode Summary and Review

Episode 1.02

Nimue is on the run and having flashbacks to her childhood where apparently evil demon bears just flat out tried to murk her on the regular. She manages to kill the bear but not without getting slashed. Current Nimue is found by a pursuing Red Paladin. As he tries to murder her, she uses her powers to pull him away. She throws up at the horror of what she’s done, implying the plants have killed the monk in a horrible way. They...didn’t? When the head monk finds him he’s just sort of wrapped up? This was rather disappointing to me. Why make like something so horrible happened to him and then just have him sort of Wicker Manned there rather than dead? The Weeping Monk finds Squirrel and takes him captive. He’s really just using him as bait because when some of the escaped villagers come to free Squirrel, the Weeping Monk promptly kills them all in the best choreographed bit of the show so far. In fact it’s probably the most compelling thing that’s happened thus far on the show. The Weeping Monk lets Squirrel, having gotten what he wanted out of him. 

Nimue is trying to sneak into the city that is crawling with Red Paladins all of a sudden. She has to have a tooth removed by a travelling dentist to prove a lie of why she’s going into town. This is never mentioned again in the episode, which seems like an oversight since she should be in terrible pain now. Arthur finds her and she is attacked by Bors, whose hand she cuts off. She remembers being in the village and using her powers when the other teenagers brutally attacked her. Oddly I got a weird vibe from this flashback since they frame it with Nimue walking with a boy and admitting that he’s already promised to another girl but she’s apparently gonna roll with that anyway. It honestly is a weird tone to pick since it makes Nimue less sympathetic. Arthur proves to be a grade A dick by wanting her to give him the sword even after she explains that her DYING MOTHER GAVE HER A MISSION. Arthur point blank tells her that her fresh dead mother needs to be gotten over pronto. So he has NO empathy for someone who just had her home and family wiped out like 24 hours ago? I get that the sword is supposed to manipulate people, but does it really have to make Arthur look so unlikable? 

Merlin goes and finds Nimue’s mother and buries her. He then chats with someone looking like the Grim Reaper who complains about him losing the sword and being a drunk. Meanwhile Arthur steals the damn sword and leaves Nimue. Merlin and the Grim Reaper are still talking and he comes up with a complicated plan to destroy the sword, which he thinks is a bad omen. The Grim Reaper is more concerned about the dying fey but agrees to help Merlin. Arthur rides off to adventure with his boosted sword.

I don’t like anyone on this show. There’s a difference between giving likable characters flaws or redemption arcs to horrible characters. This show literally has given me no reason to like Nimue. All she’s been shown doing is whining and grumping around. Arthur makes what I call a “deal breaker” character mistake when he shows absolutely no empathy and that’s not framed as something truly horrible. The Weeping Monk is at least straightforward in his badness. We’re shown moments that are supposed to make us sympathetic to Nimue, but really it’s more her whining about how the other children are afraid of her and in a scene where we SHOULD sympathize with her, add the element that she’s too dumb to realize this dude she’s never talked to before and who’s promised to another girl is suddenly going want to step out with her? And speaking of dumb, Nimue decides to go to a heavily populated town that she just had to go on the run from about 24 hours ago? I don’t get how this show is trying to set up characters to be sympathetic. 

[klaradox]

THE CHILDREN OF GARTH GREENHAND 4/13: BORS THE BREAKER

Bors the Breaker is a legendary son of Garth Greenhand and founder of House Bulwer of Blackcrown. According to legend, he gained the strength of twenty men by drinking only bull's blood. Some tales state Bors drank so much blood he grew a pair of shiny black horns.

This image will be featured on my upcoming map of THE REACH.

[szabadpecsofficial]

A pécsi bor megint szép lesz? Méltó régi, nagy híréhez? (podcast)

A pécsi bor megint szép lesz? Méltó régi, nagy híréhez? (podcast)

A Szabad Péntek, a Szabad Pécs heti podcastjában ezúttal Szabó Zoltánnal, a pécsi borásszal beszélgettem a borvidék lehetőségeiről és a magyar borról.

A teljes adást itt lehet meghallgatni:

A podcast a legtöbb platformon, alkalmazásban elérhető: Spotify | Apple Podcasts | Google Podcasts | Anchor  | Pocket Casts | Breaker |  Radio Public | RSS | Letöltés

Ebben a részben Szabó…

[asongoficeandfirefashion]

A gown for the Lady of House Bulwer to wear at court in Highgarden. Pre-Fall 2017 Reem Acra.

House Bulwer is noble house from The Reach sworn to the Hightower’s who are banner-men to the Tyrell’s. The seat of House Bulwer is called Blackcrown and is located to the North of Old Town on the northern coast of the Whispering Sound. House Bulwer is one of the many houses in the reach that claim to be descended from Garth Greenhand, according to legend they are the descendants of Bors the Breaker. Their sigil is a bull’s skull on a sanguine field, “bone over blood”, and their words are “Death Before Disgrace”. The current ruling lady is “Little” Alysanne Bulwer, one of Margaery Tyrell’s Ladies in waiting and a girl of seven, she inherited her title after her father Jon Bulwer died of a summer fever. The Bulwer’s and their forces have remained loyal to the Hightower’s and Tyrell’s throughout the War of Five Kings.    

[eds-gryff]

I Know The Feeling

God fucking damn it, this is the 4th time I'm having to write it, Tumblr is being such a bitch this week. But I love you, Theseus.

English is not my first language.

Not British, I hail from India.

It had been nine months. Nine months since Queenie went over to the Dark Side for love. Nine months of frantic searching by Tina, aided by Newt (they had finally become romantically involved). Nine months of denial by Jacob. Nine months since Leta had sacrificed herself. Nine months of wrath and depression by Theseus, whose nightmares plagued him every single night, he had been so close, he could've saved her, he could've had his fianceé with him in his office right now, smirking at him as he got ready for an interview with a candidate for Deputy Head Auror. But he had been too far away and far too slow and so he was alone.

He had loved her, despite or maybe because if her dark past. And he had lost her.

°°°

'Oh Morgana's saggy tits!' You thought most improperly but you felt it was quite appropriate considering you were facing the door to the rest of your life. Alright, maybe that was a tad dramatic but the gossip you'd heard about the strict, capable, young and handsome Head Auror was going to be one intimidating interview.

There was also the fact that you held a tiny grudge towards Theseus Scamander who everyone attracted to men had a crush on because when he was a seventh year (and a Prefect and a Seeker) had your Crup (a dog like creature resembling a Jack Russell terrier) sent back home when he found you, then a mere youngling of a first year, playing with it because only cats, toads and owls were allowed at Hogwarts. It was a barmy and most discriminating rule but no matter how much you argued against it during all your years at the magical school, it was all in vain. But at least your protesting had let you meet- never mind.

But seriously, just because he got your dog (who was now in the throes of old age) sent home was no reason to hate him. Much.

Making up your mind to have a bit of the courage Gryffindors were so praised for and to not say a single syllable about the old Crup, you knocked on the door. Hearing a deep, sultry voice say "Come in", you walked in the tidy, dark panelled office.

Your first thought when you saw Theseus Griffin Scamander (headcanon) was 'Jesus, Mary and Joseph' even though you weren't Christian. This was because the man in front of you was positively delectable-tall and fit, broad-shouldered with dark but sparkling blue eyes, curly but gelled hair in a dozen shades of brown, and with a smattering of freckles across his cheeks and nose.

Then 'Do not have an orgasm.'

Then 'NO DOG TALK'.

"(Y/N) (L/N)?" He asked with a curious look- probably because he was wondering why the odd stranger was looking at him like he had the head of a bull instead of a normal human one.

Do not talk about the Crup.

Do not have an orgasm.

No dog talk-

"You sent my Crup away."

Why am I even here if you never listen to me?

"Pardon?" He asked, bewildered and a little bemused because of your sudden blush.

Do not explain, it'll make you seem cra-

"I, er, see, when I was a 1st year and you a 7th, you sent my dog home because he wasn't allowed at Hogwarts." You bit your lip, drawing his attentive, blue gaze to your mouth.

Oh well, conscience. Appears that I'm about to break your other rule as well.

He frowned and suddenly his brow cleared. "You're the Crup firstie. Merlin, you were such a shrill, chubby thing them. You look really marvellous now." Realising what he said, he blushed the colour of his house. To cover up his blunder he said, "I tell stories about your every Christmas, you know."

"Exhilarating." You deadpanned. "Just what I've always wanted to be known as- a shrill, chubby Crup obsessed firstie."

After a bit more of stuttering and ice breakers, he got started on your file and looked impressed. "Quite qualified, O's in all subjects except an E in Potions and -" He smirked and made you go weak in the knees but you smirked yourself. "A D in Divination."

"Couldn't help it." You shrugged. "I fell asleep in every class and once dropped a Dungbomb in the old coot's tea. I'm lucky not to get a Troll."

"Well, thankfully you don't need a Divination degree in the Auror sector." He smiled and that resurrected every single almost-skeletal butterfly in your stomach.

After a bit more talk about Hogwarts and your five year long Auror career, he leaned back and started, sternly. "I want an honest answer, (Y/N). Why an Auror?"

Heck, you were hoping that he wouldn't ask that. Nevertheless, you answered instantaneously, in a dead calm voice. "Grindelwald."

His face hardened and steeled. "Elaborate."

"My partner-" Your tone made it clear what kind of partner you meant "- was brain washed and recruited into his side. Couple of months in, (preferred gender) woke up and realized (preferred gender) was too soft for it all and wanted out and-" You didn't finish but merely shook your head, trying to keep your tears at bay. "I was 20 and (preferred gender) was barely 22. I wake up everyday wanting to kill the murderer and then sleep somehow every night, regretting that he isn't dead or wishing he was." You spoke venomously.

Raising your (H/C) head to look at Theseus, you were surprised to not see any semblance of putting in his handsome features but only determination and.... understanding.

Belatedly, you remembered that his fianceé Leta Lestrange too died in Paris because of Grindelwald.

He exhaled and the expression in his blue eyes made him seem older than he was.

"I know the feeling."

Maybe that was partly why you two forged such a strong friendship. Why after 5 months of camaraderie, he asked you out. Why after four months of dating and a near death experience, he asked you to marry him.

"We're in war, (Y/N) and, and as much as I'd like to avoid another Leta and you'd like to avoid another (ex's name), the love I have for you is stronger. When I saw that spell hit you....and I realized it was a green one, I was dead sure that I'd kill myself if it turned to be what I thought and you were dead. I can't live without you and I don't want to. I know it's early...and I don't have a ring but-"

"Yes, of course. It's yes, Thes, yes! It's always going to be yes."

'And that's why-' Theseus thought as you lay next to him on your wedding night, hearing your exhausted, even breathing and smiling, 'I fell in love with (your gender).'

'And that's why-' You thought as you lay next to him on nearly every night since, hearing his shallow, tired out soft snoring and smiling, 'I love him.'

Thank you to @jordsie for your stories and your comment, it made me stay up till 1 o' clock here to finish this story and make sure it's actually posted properly. Love your fics and hope you tolerate this.

[virginiagreene]

"Kettle, my darling, my clear sky, my juicy grublet, my favorite Breaker--got the goods?" "Only if you've got the bones to pay for it, Hyank. And save the sweet talk." #Inktober #inktober2018 #ink #BoR #balladsofremex #birds #carolinawren #whitebreastednuthatch https://www.instagram.com/p/BpGRhadBD1-/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=bgqauntt22zj