#but so much of the interactions between Jaime's family was just

[vexic929]

Blue Beetle was an excellent movie but thank god I know Spanish because otherwise I'd have missed like half the dialogue cause it just wasn't translated

[chickren]

hiii, could you elaborate on jaime's relationship with tywin in the books? and how tywin's introduction in the show diverges from that? 🥺👉👈

lol because that scene never happens in the books?

because nothing like it really happens in the books?

lmao, because, the first time we see any real sign of tywin and jaime’s relationship it’s tywin saying ‘tyrion, why do you suck while jaime is a god?’

it’s such a disservice to tyrion and cersei to pretend that jaime doesn’t have tywin’s approval, or perhaps even admiration.

unlike that weird season 1 deer scene, in the books tywin doesn’t blame jaime for being in the kingsguard. that’s aerys’s fault as far as tywin knows. after all, if tywin himself couldn’t prevent it, how could jaime? (sure we know better, but tywin doesn’t.)

and do you think tywin isn’t proud of jaime for killing aerys? do you think tywin wasn’t thinking ‘that’s my boy’ after the sack of king’s landing? that shit was right in tywin’s wheelhouse.

and then there’s the one interaction we see between jaime and tywin. jaime walks in knowing what he’s facing with twyin vs tyrion. that’s because jaime has always had tywin’s number in a way cersei and tyrion never did. why? because jaime has seen what tywin is capable of and he doesn’t like it. jaime quite literally takes tyrion’s kidnapping in agot into his own hands because he doesn’t trust tywin to look out for tyrion. as he’s on his way back to king’s landing in asos he thinks about just what he’s actually worth to his father and how much that calculation has taken a hit now that he’s short a hand.

so when tywin asks jaime to give up the kingsguard, does jaime hang his head and scuff his toe like his show counterpart? lmao. this is the difference in privilege between jaime and his siblings. jaime immediately says: noooo. and means it. not only means it, but from that moment starts plotting against tywin and cersei to save tyrion.

we see this reinforced when cersei begs jaime to save her from tywin’s machinations to marry her off again and he’s like, lol, tell that bitch no. to jaime it’s a very simple, very accomplishable thing if you don’t give a shit about tywin’s disapproval.

because jaime’s been walking away from tywin since he was a kid.

the only moment jaime even wavers in that interaction with his dad is when tywin disowns him. lol and that is not about approval. it’s because all jaime wants in the world is love, and up to this point love was a thing that existed exclusively in the realm of his family.

and lest there be any doubt, i ask you, who breaks first? the last real thing jaime hears from his father is a message sent through kevan. a peace offering, in the form of oathkeeper. here it is, son, the valyrian steel i’ve been trying to reclaim for the fam for years. it’s yours. you’re my boy.

and what does jaime do with tywin’s sword? lmao. i ask you. what does jaime do with tywin’s sword?

see, book!jaime’s story with tywin is not about tywin’s disapproval of jaime. it’s about jaime’s disapproval of tywin. it’s embedded in his chapters. it’s embedded in his character. everything about jaime’s latent lust for honor is a repudiation of twyin’s ethos.

he disapproves of tywin’s use of gregor clegane and amory lorch. he disapproves of tywin’s orders to kill aegon and rhaenys. any lack of understanding of tywin’s nature is destroyed by the tysha incident, which appalls jaime.

he isn’t looking for tywin’s approval. all he ever wanted was tywin’s love.

all of this is reinforced in feast. it’s everywhere in jaime’s vigil for tywin as he tries to do his duty but can’t cough up a single tear and even chucks the appearance of grief out the window when his living breathing son, who he definitely feels late breaking affection for, needs him. it’s when he looks around the realm and goes oh shit, this would have been tywin’s problem but now it’s mine and uses tywin’s reputation to accomplish his goals without actually employing tywin’s monstrous ruthlessness.

but mostly we know the whole show concept that jaime’s just always been trying to earn tywin’s approval is bullshit as far as book!jaime is concerned, because we’ve read jaime’s chapters and we know the truth.

it’s joanna’s disapproval that literally haunts jaime. not tywin’s.

[incorrect-green-lantern-quotes]

Imagine if DC made a WFA-style webtoon but for the Green Lanterns? Like, the GLs decide to come back to Earth and raise Keli as their kid bc they’re not gonna just toss her back to the junkyards of Bolivia

Like, it could be a really sweet yet unorthodox dynamic where there’s no clear parental figure and it’s more like seven older siblings trying to raise their youngest sister. Even better if Alan shows up every now and then to act like the grandpa of the family

They could live in the sector house that Simon was squatting in during the Humphries Green Lanterns run but John renovates it into an actual family home with enough space for all of them and any guests who stop by. So Keli can invite her Young Justice friends to her cool space home (eat your heart out Wayne manor)

But this doesn’t have to be all about Keli, the adults are important characters too and there needs to be more casual interactions between the older four corpsmen and the newer additions. Like Kyle and Jo fooling around by making constructs of anime characters or changing their costumes into cosplay. Or Jessica and John designing a terrarium for the house because you can never have too much green. Hal and Simon installing jet engines into a car just bc they can

Also just imagine all the guest characters that could show up. Not just the obvious ones like Kilowog but non-GLs like the JLI that Guy was part of. Imagine Jaime gets dragged along by Booster and Ted, and he gets into an argument with Keli about whether the Teen Titans or Young Justice is cooler

DC Comics pls hire me lol

at the very least give us an updated family pic that isn't a blurry blob in the background

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

A Lion's Vow

Pairing: Jaime Lannister x Stark!Reader

Warnings: canon character death

Words: 7251

Summary: This game the both of you played was your only real entertainment in the mess that was the Red Keep. Knowing it’s true nature, your father attempted to keep you close to his side. Reminding you not to trust anyone easily, especially those that belonged to the House of the Lion.

“What are you up to today, Lady Stark?”

You whip around, long dark hair swishing from the movement and instantly plaster a cheesy smile once you see it’s Jaime Lannister himself. “Whatever are you talking about Ser Jaime?” This game the both of you played was your only real entertainment in the mess that was the Red Keep. Knowing it’s true nature, your father attempted to keep you close to his side. Reminding you not to trust anyone easily, especially those that belonged to the House of the Lion.

He would not approve if he knew of the interaction between you and the Kingslayer.

Humoring you, Jaime cocks an eyebrow suspiciously. “Looks like you’re up to something.”

Posing a hand to your chest, you gasp and feign hurt. “Me? I am the good Lord Eddard Stark’s daughter. There is no mischievous. bone in my body, Ser.”

Jaime’s lips curl fiendishly. “Oh we both know how false that is. Your father would be disappointed if he discovered you tried to lie to someone in the Kingsguard.”

Ned did instill a strong sense of truth and justice in all of his children. Often he would drone on to how powerful the truth was and to live an honest life.

This was harmless lying though. Jaime knew it to be all part of your fun.

With a roll of your eyes, you cluck your tongue. “What we should really be talking about is why you aren’t doing your job. Shouldn’t you be guarding the king and his imperious family?”

Unconsciously you walk next to him, resuming your gentle stroll with Jaime. His armor makes clattering noises as he moves. White coat billowing in the breeze that lazily rolled through King’s Landing; an overall lovely day made better by the Lannister knight by your side.

“There are six others protecting them. Doubt they’ll miss me for an hour or two.” Jaime’s voice grew distant when his duties were brought up, l;Ike he didn’t want to think about it. Not when he was with you.

“Aren’t you the best swordsmen in all of the Seven Kingdoms?” Teasingly, you boost his ego just a little bit and earn a broad smile from his handsome face.

“Won’t argue that.” He comments with a roll of his shoulders causing you to laugh at his outlandish display. “Even someone as amazing as me needs a break though.”

That’s how you really got to know him. Not that much after first arriving did you stumble upon Jaime during one of his breaks. He’d been relaxing on the grass, back pressed against the trunk of a tree, with his sword laying upon his lap. You and Arya had escaped your septa and were running around the keep gleefully. There were many hidden doors and stairs that you and your youngest sister enjoyed exploring.

You felt after that interaction, Jaime purposefully planted himself there since it was near the tower of the Hand of the King.

If anyone was with you, he would merely offer you a nod and a small smile. When alone, he spoke to you. Small conversations here and there until you both started to linger together for longer periods of time. While most times he carried himself like an arrogant bastard, you got to know the other side of this infamous man. He loved to tease and be playful.

You enjoyed your sister’s company but it was a breath of fresh air to have finally made a local connection in the Red Keep and not feel so isolated. How wild life was to make that connection in Jaime Lannister. Brother to the queen and the slayer of the Mad King. He was a legend walking on two legs.

Your fatrher’s worries were never too far from your mind though. After a few days as Hand of the King, Ned warned you of the green eyed lions and how they could not be trusted. Jaime may have liberated the Seven Kingdoms, but now he is condemned for the act of killing Aerys.

Shaking off the echo of Ned’s words, you gaze up at the tall trees that lined both sides of the cobbled walkway. Small white flowers flutter in the breeze like specks of snow. Home sickness prods at you not for the first time.

“My sister Arya is learning how to use a sword. By some Braavosi.” You lightly tell him, waiting for his reaction. Uncommon was it for a woman to learn how to fight, you knew your father wasn’t happen that Arya was interested but found her an excellent instructor nonetheless. Even your septa and Sansa regarded Arya with disdain after that.

Jaime wasn’t phased by this information. He continues to smile and hums. “She is a feral child. It’s not surprising. Just one look at her and you can see the Stark direwolf. You didn’t want to join her?”

Instantly you remember Robb, Jon and Theon teaching you the basics of how to use a sword once it was decided that Ned would be leaving to the Crownlands. They were understandably worried about your safety and took it upon themselves to sneak you out of your chambers late in the night to show you. You protested in the beginning. Robb begged you though so you caved in.

“Because not all men will act like chivalrous knights.” Robb had told you. This wasn’t just for you, it was so you’d be able to better protect Sansa and Arya.

“No. . . No, I’m not one for violence.” Images of bloody direwolves flash in your mind. A lump develops in your throat as you try to banish them. Your own wolf, Storm, had escaped with Nymeria. Lady was their sacrifice. Feeling like it was your duty, you bore witness to your father executing poor Lady under the whim of that damned Joffrey. It had truly pained him to do so. You would never forgive Joffrey or Cersei for forcing this brutal act upon your father. “I never want to wield a blade.”

Jaime stops, addressing you with a soft and understanding expression. “Hopefully you’ll never have to, Lady Stark.”

"What a surprise, Ser Jaime and the Lady Stark." came the chilling voice of the queen, Cersei Lannister.

Dread made you put a distance between yourself and Jaime. "Your Grace." You detested Cersei. Still, you were the daughter of a warden of the Seven Kingdoms. You still maintained court etiquette and gave her a low curtsy.

Her bright green, cat-like eyes regard you with reservation. Regal chin tilted up, her attention moves to her brother who also gives her a perfectly acted bow. "Pray tell what the two of you were doing alone?" Behind her are two ladies-in-waiting hiding behind their hands as they whisper conspiratorially. No doubt there would be a bit of gossip to be produced from this interaction. Flanked behind them are three guards. All wore the insignia of the Lannisters.

That's the last thing you or your family needed was speculation involving the Starks.

"I bumped into the Lady Stark all by her lonesome. Figured I should escort her back to her father's keep. I'm sure Ned will be missing her." Jaime comes up with the lie just as easily as he would breathe.

"Is that so." Cersei's voice was flat in reply. She didn't buy any of what her twin told her but would not reprimand him in public. You hope you didn't get Jaime into too much trouble but second guessed yourself as to why he would get in trouble. There was no rule or vow that forbade him from speaking to you. In the eyes of others, he was doing the chivalrous thing that everyone expects from a knight.

Expelling your own trepidation, you force a pleasant smile to the golden queen. Sweet syrup laced your tone. "It is, Your Grace. Apologies if I unexpectedly detained Ser Jaime."

Eyes flick from you to her brother before she clasps her ringed hands in front of her. "Of course. Well, Ser, finish escorting the Lord Stark's daughter and get back to your main priority, protecting the king."

Jaime's smile is full of charm as he nods. "Yes, Your Grace."

Once Cersei and her squadron went around the corner, you and Jaime started a fit of giggling.

"She is not happy." Jaime chuckles with a shake of his head. "My sister has always been a temperamental thing. She hasn't changed one bit since childhood."

"I can't imagine Cersei as a child." You comment dryly as you and Jaime change your course to the Tower of the Hand. To you, Cersei may as well have sprung from her mother a full grown woman. Childhood was reserved for innocence which you doubt Cersei ever was.

Jaime smiles. "Even she was small and defenseless once upon a time. But she was always regal and knew her value. That has never changed."

The way his tone was so tender when he spoke fondly of Cersei made something ugly in you take wing. It hissed and spat venom making your insides twist and contort with bitterness.

Of course he loved his sister. It was natural to love your sibling, but to love one that was so foul like Cersei. . . This was unthinkable to you.

He was quick to catch your sudden silence and the subtle furrow of your brow. His smile falls. The tension between your two families started when Jaime was found sitting on the Iron Throne after killing Aerys. Your father found him there once his forces had finally stormed King's Landing. From there, Ned knew the Lannisters should never be trusted.

"I'm truly sorry for what she did to your sister's direwolf." He whispers and you can detect the genuine regret. "A mother's love is blind and irrational at times. Still. . . the wolf shouldn't have been killed. I can't tell her the truth, that she's spoiled Joffrey rotten. Not like she would listen to me anyway."

You toe a rather large pebble that was in your path off to the side. Anything so you wouldn't have to look at Jaime. The backs of your eyes burn, a warning that if he spoke anymore about Lady, tears would fall. "I'm just happy Nymeria and Storm were able to get away. Even if I can't have her by my side anymore, at least she's still alive."

**

Danger permeated the atmosphere in the Red Keep. This unnerved Jaime even more than the skittish attitude of (y/n). Since the death of King Robert Baratheon, the Starks had begun to act differently. This included the eldest daughter (y/n). Jaime barely saw her anymore and when he did, she was personally escorted by a few of her father’s bannermen. A solemn expression drawn on her face as she hadn’t even noticed Jaime off on the sidelines.

The death of his close friend took it’s toll on Ned Stark and caused much friction between the Hand of the King and the capitol. And according to Cersei, he’d started poking around things he shouldn’t be. The implication being that he might find them out soon. This in particular caused Jaime worry. Did Ned divulge his findings to (y/n)? She seemed to be his confidant in King's Landing and he revered his eldest daughter. That could explain why she'd been avoiding him for weeks on end.

On top of it all, Tyrion was recently captured by Catelyn Tully on the accusation that he had some part in the attempted murder on not just Bran, but herself as well. Great strife was the result causing quite the headache for Lord Tywin and Lord Ned. The new King Joffrey was definitely using this to his advantage as he drank in the chaos and animosity of the two great houses.

Each day, Jaime's concern rooted deeper into him for (y/n). A premonition perhaps had been a dream he'd have of a direwolf being beheaded.

Then came the arrest.

Those who swore their loyalty to Joffrey and House Lannister hunted down bannermen of the northern lord. Cersei, acting quickly within the hour, had already obtained Sansa Stark as a hostage. The auburn haired young lady was locked up in her rooms where she had been accosted.

"You can't let Joffrey do this." Jaime hissed to his sister who was leisurely drinking an elegant glass of blood red wine. "You need to release Ned and Sansa. . . Wait, where are (y/n) and Arya?"

She arched a golden brow. Why was he so concerned about them? Slowly Cersei sets down her glass. "Men have been sent out to retrieve them. They will be locked with the other sister."

He felt something tighten in his chest at the thought of (y/n) in chains like her father. Had they not suffered enough?

"Sit, Jaime." Patting the chair next to her, Cersei couldn't fathom why her twin was acting so riled up. He paced back and forth like he was the caged animal. Did he not realize that they were relatively free now? Their son was finally king and she, the queen mother. All the Seven Kingdoms were in the control of the Lannisters now.

Jaime couldn't though. Couldn't sit down and wait to hear of the other two sisters.

When was the last time he experienced true panic? If this was it, well, he didn't miss it. The fate of (y/n) made him feel panic. Gods, he had grown so attached to her in a short amount of time.

"Jaime."

Impatiently he looked at his sister. His beautiful, cruel sister. His first and only lover.

"I have to go."

She called after him as he fled. From windows he caught glimpses of soldiers and knights alike dashing all over the place. The search for the last two Stark sisters seemed to prove to be a difficult one.

He began his own frantic pursuit of them. Hoping that he could find both of them in time. Then what? Helping them to escaping would be in direct betrayal of not just the throne but Cersei as well. He would be an oath breaker. A crime like this would be cause for his execution.

Death did little to scare him.

Convicted with his decision, Jaime perhaps for the first time prayed to anyone who would listen to him that he would find (y/n) before anyone else did.

**

You didn't see where Arya had dashed off to. While you were worried for your sister, it was the least of your concerns at the moment. You were running for you life. Complete confusion drove your flight instincts.

Yesterday, Ned had told you and your sisters that he planned to ship all three of you back to Winterfell. Sansa had been bereft, not wanting to leave her betrothed. This sudden news was alarming to you. Fear had begun to control your father since Robert's death. You saw it in the way he gazed at you and your sisters.

Wanting to take such a burden off his shoulders, you'd gone to Ned in his private quarters to find out what was going on. He was more inclined to tell you the truth than the younger ones.

He didn't tell you though. Ned was determined to keep whatever worries to himself.

Maybe if he had told you, you wouldn't be running around the Red Keep like a frantic idiot. Where was there for you to hide? You were in enemy territory. There was nowhere safe for you. The bannermen who normally guard you had been slaughtered right before your eyes. Their blood still stained your face and gown. Such had been the bloodshed that caused you to freeze and watch the whole thing. Until Lannister guards started advancing toward you.

Blindly running for your life, you try to conjure up all of the hidden doorways you and Arya had discovered. One was in the bedchambers of the Hand. But that area was most likely surrounded. You couldn't risk it. That's where you had seen Arya being accosted alongside her Braavosi mentor.

Unconciously your feet were running toward the godswood of the Keep. You didn't realize it until you saw the all too detectable face on the trunk of a large oak tree. It may not have been a weirwood, but you knew from that solemn face that you were in the godswood.

Between thick, white tree trunks, you sought refuge in something familiar. You hid under foliage and attempt to calm your mind enough to think of a plan. The godswood looks out onto Blackwater River. A river that stretched through the near entirety of Westeros as well as leading to Blackwater Bay.

Debating which way was more optimal, the fast crunching of leaves and grass alert your ears to someone else entering the godswood.

You further hid into the shrubs, heart racing.

The intruder stops just a few feet away from your hiding spot. Leather clad feet idle, a blonde head swiveling this way and that. There was no armor but you'd recognize Jaime even when he was in civilian clothes. His sword swayed on his hip.

"(y/n)?"

Nearly sobbing out your relief, you topple over and out of the brush; startling Jaime. He slides onto his knees and gathers you in his arms. Spotting the blood on your face and clothes, you see a coldness overcome his face.

"I-It's not mine." You quickly tell him and that severe expression dissipates into worry. "What's going on?! I don't understand!"

"Your father has been arrested on charges of treason." He hastily explains while helping you get to your feet. "We need to get you out of here."

You shake your head. "My sisters-"

"Cersei already has Sansa detained. There's no news of Arya. We don't have a lot of time to get you out of the city." Jaime tells you, pleading in his voice. Still you kept shaking your head, insisting that you had to help your sisters.

Maybe it was the trauma from what you had witnessed that made you so adamant. Jaime was right, you were aware of that and how you should heed his words. Abandoning them to Cersei and Joffrey though?

Reading your mind, Jaime holds your hands. Striking green eyes crinkle and tell you of his own unease. Vocally he would not beg you to leave with him. You read it on his face. Even if you wanted to, it was not feasible to save your sisters.

You let Jaime lead you out of the godswood. He had you cover your head and yourself with his white cloak that he had torn off his armor before going to look for you. You tuck away your thick sections of dark hair under the white cloth.

The Old Gate, despite it being quite the walk from Aegon's High Hill, was the best way out. "There are secret tunnels all through the capitol."

"I know." You say and his brow raises. "Arya and I did some snooping around the Keep and found a few of them. It's difficult to navigate the tunnels themselves though."

"Ah, so that's what you were really up to." Jaime grins your way.

You return his grin with a beaming one that could be considered prideful.

Jaime said he knew a few of the tunnels but not all. One, if he could follow it correctly, led out to an opening in Flea Bottom.

Traversing the labyrinth of tunnels, Jaime kept you close to his side. The two of you spoke softly. The sound of your echoing voices still bounce around you. He tells you what exactly was happening. Ned being accosted by Lannister bannermen. The charge was treason for attempting to usurp King Joffrey and take his birthright away from him. Obviously it was a load of hog shit.

An itch in the back of your brain kept going back to that last conversation you had with him. You’d caught him flipping through page upon page in a rather large book. Grave lines shadow his features. It hadn’t been the first time you had spotted him in such a state. What had he been reading?

*

Like wildfire though the news of Ned’s arrest had already spread through half of King’s Landing. By the time you and Jaime had resurfaced in a dirty alley, there were scores of City Watch soldiers patrolling the streets.

Both of you kept your heads down on the off chance anyone might recognize you. Venturing onto the streets, Jaime makes sure to have a secure grip on your arm so neither of you are separated.

The amount of soldiers congregating toward the direction of the Old Gate didn’t bode well to either of you.

“What do we do if we can’t get through the Old Gate?” You whisper. You felt sick to your stomach with anxiety.

Jaime keeps his eyes ahead. “One way or another, I’m getting you out of the city and taking you to your mother and brother. I may have to use some unsavory methods though.”

“But-“

He pulls you aside and stares at you. “Do you trust me, (y/n) Stark?”

You let your apprehension seep onto your face. Why was he doing this? He had nothing to gain but everything to lose.

Then in the middle of broad daylight, he gets down on one knew and bows his head low. “I, Ser Jaime Lannister, make this oath to you, (y/n) Stark, that I will get you back to your family safely. I will honor this oath and defend you with my life.”

Getting selfconcious with the attention you might draw, you urge him to get back up. “Okay okay!!” You hiss. “Get up! I trust you!”

His crooked grin lightens the severity of the situation. When he gets back up, Jaime holds out a hand to you. Gingerly you lace your fingers with his; relishing in the roughness of his callused hands. You did trust him, well, you wanted to trust him. No matter what your father claimed about the Lannisters, you at least wanted to trust this one.

Thinking back to Ned's warning, you feel a lump in your throat as Jaime leads you through the dirty streets of Flea Bottom. "They're going to kill him, aren't they."

Jaime's hand tightens on your's. "A trial will be held for him. There is a proposition to be made for him most likely."

Joffrey was in power now. A trial under Joffrey's jurisdiction could hold no justice for your father. You felt it. Whatever Jaime may have been told could go right out the window when the trial actually happens.

You look back to the red structure of the Keep. Jaime could give you no other words of comfort. Maybe he was thinking the same thing you were. He's acknowledged the depravity of Joffrey many times before. He had to know that much like with Lady, he would order the death of Ned Stark for even posing a threat to his reign.

The Old Gate was indeed riddled with heavy patrol. No one was permitted to leave the city unless they had written consent from the crown. Many having been turned away skulked back to wherever their living quarters were.

Jaime analyzed the situation while keeping you under his arm.

"Ser Jaime?" A gold cloak squints his eyes when he spots you and Jaime lurking around the gatehouse. You feel Jaime's body tense and he subtly pulls your hood over your face a little more. "What a surprise to see you out here." The man eyes you suspiciously but looks back to Jaime. He was timid in front of the Kingslayer which served a good purpose.

Squaring his shoulders, Jaime puts on an air of self-importance. "Yes, considering the arrest of the Lord Stark, I have been sent out by the king himself to check the security of the gates. They're worried that a Stark loyalist may try to escape." He explained his clothes as attempting to blend in and not cause more of a stir in the city.

"Y-Yes. Of course."

They pass by a few others as Jaime sits you down inside of the gatehouse. A warm fire crackled in a hearth. The men who had been occupying the inside were promptly forced out by Jaime and the gold cloak that was attending him.

Jaime leans down to whisper in your ear. "Stay here until I come back. Don't speak to anyone and keep your hood drawn down. I'll be back in a few minutes." he promised.

You nod and anxiously watch him leave. The entirety of your time by yourself in the guards' room, the pounding of your blood filled your ears and your hands shake. Jaime said that he might have to use some unsavory methods in order to smuggle the both of you out. Somehow you knew that meant killing anyone who opposed him.

Suspicions were confirmed when you hear a few close by screams, Jaime came back in to retrieve you after fifteen minutes. He was holding his sword in one hand and motioning for you with the other. Blood glints off his blade.

The old rusty gate was lifted up a few inches from the ground. A dead sentry sat propped up against the wall. You promptly avert your gaze when you caught sight of bright red across his throat.

Crawling underneath the opening, both you and Jaime book it into the open fields outside of the city. Both of you kept low to the ground until the city walls were but speck behind you.

From his pack that Jaime brought with him, he pulls out an expertly drawn map. "Alright, it will take us several days to reach Riverrun. Here's the thing though, the north will not be taking too kindly to the arrest of their warden. I'm guessing once the news reaches them, your brother will call upon his bannermen to march to King's Landing. Your mother is possibly still in the Eyrie with Tyrion. The track to the Eyrie is too far and dangerous. Your grandsire should be able to house you until either your brother or mother come."

There was so much to take in that you were quiet for a while.

Frowning while examining the map, your eyes trail from where Jaime had pointed to your position. You eye the territory of the Riverlands, remembering that Tywin Lannister had planted a small army near your grandsire's home. "What about your father?"

His lips purse. "I'll deal with that if it comes to it." Jaime rolls the map back up and puts it away. "We'll use the rest of the evening and night to travel to the God's Eye and recoup there. I hope you're ready for the trek."

You bend over to tighten the laces of your boots in affirmation.

**

By the time they reached the shores of the great lake, (y/n) collapsed on the ground. She'd laid out the white cloak Jaime had given her and passed out soon after.

Late at night, God's Eye lake appeared to be filled with black ink. Across the water Jaime barely made out the outline of the Isle of Faces that was right in the middle of the lake.

Jaime took his place right next to the sleeping (y/n) and drew the edge of the cloak over her body. Her lips were parted as she slept.

He'd forsaken his own family for her.

If forced to do it again, he would. Jaime was her sworn sword now. His loyalty lay with her.

By himself though, he allowed his mind to think of Cersei. For most of his life, he had clung to her. She was the very reason he was in the Kings guard so he wouldn't have to marry anyone.

From childhood he revered his older sister who he often compared to the Maiden. After getting to really know (y/n) though, that image was morphed into the true reality of Cersei's character. Much like with their own brother Tyrion, Cersei had been tactfully cruel to the Stark sisters. She followed the whims of Joffrey blindly, as only a mother could. Jaime did feel sorry for (y/n)'s two younger sisters. There had been no time to even think of rescuing them too. He'd been too focused on (y/n). She was his priority.

Deciding to keep watch for the night, Jaime kept his ears trained to his surroundings and his eyes fixed on the stillness of the lake.

The sun crept up into the sky not too long after. With the rise of the sun, (y/n) stirred and opened her gray eyes. They flutter so prettily that Jaime is forced to avert his gaze. He'd once heard Robert mention how (y/n) was like a prettier version of Lyanna. She had the structure of lovely Catelyn Tully's face with alluring pale gray-blue eyes and the darkest lashes he'd ever seen.

Dried blood was still on her face from when she witnessed her father's bannermen being slain. He worried if she had nightmares about it while she slept but she didn't mention any when she sat up and rubbed sleepily at her face.

Nodding toward the lake, Jaime suggests she wash up. Before leaving, he'd gathered a few extra clothes with him. They were men's clothes but that was probably better for (y/n) while they were traveling.

A bashful blush livens her pale cheeks as she nods. Jaime, to give her some privacy, turns his back to the lake and keeps an eye out toward the trees.

He's hyper aware though of the rustling of her clothes as she removes them. His own ears reddened with warmth when he heard movement in the water. Not for the first time, he wondered what she looked like naked. What did the slopes and contours of her body feel like? Was the rest of her body soft like her hands?

(y/n) didn't spend too much time in the water. Just enough to scrub her face and wash the rest of her body from the grime and sweat that had accumulated during her flight from the capitol.

She nervously cleared her throat once she was fully dressed. Jaime turned around. (y/n) in his clothes didn't something carnal to Jaime. His large tunic did little to hide her figure as he could still make out the shapeliness of her breasts. Trousers had been cinched tightly at her waist and accentuated her wide hips.

Her long, black hair was still wet as she was in the process of tying it up into a ponytail.

She didn't need gowns and jewels to look exquisite.

"Cat got your tongue, Ser Jaime?" (y/n) grinned when she saw his outward gawking.

"I've never seen a woman wear my clothes with such finesse before." He smirked.

Laughing, (y/n) picks up the white cloak that was still sprawled out on the grass and wraps it once more around her shoulders. "If I could, I would wear men's clothes more often than dresses. You can imagine how uncomfortable it is being laced into a bodice for hours on end."

He startles both of them when Jaime tucks away a stray, soggy lock behind (y/n)'s ear. It had been bouncing around her face, begging for attention. Jaime apologizes in a halfhearted manner. At least it was an excuse to touch her. "Lets get going. We have a long way till our next stop."

Looking once again at the map, it was decided to take the longer way along the river in order to avoid populated areas.

During their walk, they shared a piece of bread between one another and spoke more about their childhoods. Maybe it was a way to soothe the aching wound of (y/n)'s heart after having to force her to leave her family defenseless in King's Landing.

There was great love in the Stark household, evident from the tenderness of her voice. Something that hadn't been present in Casterly Rock since the death of his own lady mother Joanna.

He liked imagining (y/n) as a spunky little girl playing with the boys and struggling to thread her needle for embroidery, braiding Sansa's rich auburn hair and reading under the grand weirwood tree in her family's personal godswood.

She painted a beautiful picture.

Jaime didn't really have such stories. His childhood had been filled with his endless need to be the best swordsmen out there. He trained from dusk till dawn and kept his mind focused on his goals. For him, there was no time for childish whimsy.

They stop to rest for a bit. (y/n) took off her boots to rub at her sore feet and Jaime knelt by the river to fill up their canteen that had been bone dry for hours. There wasn't much food he had packed since there was urgency to get out. Plenty of bread was still available in his pack but not much else.

Bare foot, (y/n) went about searching for wild berries and mushrooms. Jaime couldn't resist watching her through her wanderings. Ned had taught her and her siblings many things about wild berries back in Winterfell. She used this knowledge to gather an armload. While it wasn't meat it still filled their bellies along with chugging mouthfuls of water.

After that little respite, they were up and at it again until the sun dipped back down behind the mountains, replaced by a sliver of the moon and a multitude of stars. Starry skies always reminded (y/n) of her mother’s gown, she told Jaime as they walked. The Lady Catelyn possessed a gown of the deepest blue. Woven intricately onto the fabric were small crystals. They dazzled in thee light and as she moved about.

Joanna passed so long ago that Jaime could barely recall her. Something that he was able to share with (y/n) was his mother’s laugh.

She was a snorter.

For all her grace and beauty, when Joanna Lannister laughed, she really laughed. So much so that it resulted in her snorting during such throes.

Odd how that was the sole thing Jaime could think about when trying to remember her.

He must have sounded sad to (y/n) for sure grabbed his hand with warmth. Strong radiance flowed from her to Jaime. His insides flutter. Around her, he felt like such a young and naive boy. He was a man grown. She was the only woman to make him feel like this; not even Cersei made his heart thump vulnerably. With his sister, it was all about lust and satisfaction. There was no coyness to her seduction. Cersei always was straight forward.

If Jaime didn’t know any better, he would say he was falling in love with the Stark girl. That couldn’t be it though, right?”

**

For the following nights, Jaime insisted that he stay up to keep watch. A ridiculous thing considering that even the great Jaime Lannister needed sleep. No human could go so long without slumber.

He compromises. When the two of you take a break from your walking, he would take that opportunity to nap.

“You still know how to use this?” Jaime holds out his sword to you making you widen your eyes.

You stare at the hilt. The same sword he used to kill many people. Fingers twitch forward and brush up against it. “Yes.”

He nods when you finally take hold and put it off to the side of you on the grass. Situating himself onto hiss makeshift blanket and pillow, Jaime closes his eyes and is asleep in minutes.

This was an opportunity for you to outwardly admire him. He really was quite handsome. A perfect aquiline nose paired with cheek bones to die for. His upper lip was a perfect bow arch and absolutely kissable. You wonder what he dreams about.

While he rests, you go over the map. There’s bits of Jaime’s handwriting on the parchment too. Sloppy letters smashed together. You grin reminiscing that that was the way Robb wrote as well. Was that a habit of all men? No, your father wrote properly enough.

Naturally, Jaime would start to wake after an hour’s worth of sleep then back to the road it was.

All together, it took near a week to reach the Red Fork of the Trident. The river where Rhaegar Targaryen was slain by Robert Baratheon. The Red Fork lead all the way to Riverrun.

You were almost there. Considering why you were traveling in the first place, you would admit there was fun had while with Jaime. Away from the city, Jaime was freer. Boyish sides of him that he wasn’t able to display while in the Kingsguard. His smile, oh. . . This new smile of his was breathtaking. A bright beam that almost blinds you.

Certainly he was still arrogant, but a little less now.

“What will you do once you deliver me safely to my grandfather?” You ask him as you refill the canteen for one last time.

“Well, that’s if your family even allows me to leave.” Jaime chuckles. “Can’t imagine I’ll be welcomed back in King’s Landing or Casterly Rock. Don’t suppose you will employ a knight such as myself?”

The muscles on your face automatically make you smile at his confession of wanting to stay with you. You tamper it down and cough into your hand. “I can try to work something out.”

A light moment like this was bound to be ruined soon after.

Men on horseback and on foot surround you and Jaime. Swords aimed at the both of you.

Jaime holds up his hands to show that he was harmless and you immediately shout “I’m (y/n) Stark! Daughter of Catelyn Tully. Granddaughter of Hoster Tully!” Their red and blue livery reveal their allegiance.

Slowly, they lower their weapons; those on the ground get closer to see you better.

Then they register the man beside you. Their weapons went back up until Jaime forfeit his sword and allowed them to tie him up. One of the men helps you onto a horse while you beg lenience for Jaime the entire time. Proclaiming that he was actually helping you and bore no ill will.

All fell on deaf ears as they drag Jaime all the way back to the Riverrun fortress.

Spotting you from Hoster Tully’s chamber balcony, your mother met you at the front gate. She was indeed a sight for sore eyes.

As you’re assisted to the ground by helpful hands, Catelyn is already pushing aside men to get to you. She throws her arms around you and pulls your body tightly to her chest.

“Thank the gods!” Her fingers tangling them in your thick hair and buried her face in your neck. “(Y/n)-“

You encircle your arms around her. In her arms was the smell of home.

“Lady Catelyn,” came one of the soldiers. “Jaime Lannister was found with her.”

She sharply inhales and in one swift move she has you behind her as she steps forward for the rest of the men to present her Jaime.

They force him onto his knees in front of her.

“Mother please, Jaime helped me escape the Keep.”

Her eyes turn to you sharply. “(Y/n), the Lannisters are the reason for all that has befallen our family.”

Not Jaime though. He had done everything to help you. You grab Catelyn’s arm. “Without him I would have been like Sansa.”

“I swore myself to your daughter, Lady Tully. I am her sworn sword.” Jaime passionately declares. “Made an oath to protect her from this day to my last.”

“I recall you made that same oath to Aerys.” Scrutinized Catelyn.

His eyes are hard and unrelenting. Jaime doesn’t cower or back down. “It’s different with (y/n). She is worthy of protecting. I want to dedicate my life to her.”

Gods.

His words made you soar.

Narrowing her gaze, your mother folds her arms in front of her chest. “Well, Ser Jaime, it sounds like you have certain. . . Affections for her.”

Jaime turns to you with a hint of a smile. “I would say so.”

“(Y/n), go inside.” She snaps at you and with a wave of her hand, her father’s men take ahold of Jaime and bring him to the prisons of Riverrun.

Desperately you watch as Jaime meekly follows them. He doesn’t put up a fight, not once.

“He’s trying to make you a fool, (y/n).” Catelyn accosts you once inside the secure walls of the castle. “Please. . . Please tell me you don’t share these feelings he’s pretending to have?”

You were still stunned at what Jaime had admitted.

“(Y/n)?”

He swore his sword to you twice now in the presence of others. Catelyn made a point about Aerys, but what else was Jaime supposed to have done in that moment? Aerys was about to blow up King’s Landing with enough wildfire to wipe it off of the map.

Turning your spine to steel, you straighten your back and address your mother. “He’s not pretending. And if you must know, yes I do.”

You hate the pain that flashes across her face. “No. . .”

Before she could pull away from you, you grab her hands firmly and keep her there.

“I would not be here had it not been for Jaime.” You tell her sternly. “I am holding your hands now because of him. He kept his word to me that he would safely return me to you and even wanted to stay my sworn sword after the fact he had accomplished his goal.”

Squeezing her hand tighter, you add “He had everything to lose and nothing to gain.”

She was conflicted but you were adamant that she have Jaime released.

“Give him a chance.”

You were fierce, reminding Catelyn of Ned. Unwilling to back down to what you believed to be the right thing.

“I honestly can’t believe I was let out so soon.” Jaime muses.

Not without conditions of course as you glance at the Tully guards that watch him like a hawk. He wasn’t allowed his sword back. Not yet.

“Did you mean what you said? Before they took you away.”

He pauses to watch a low flying birds swoop down to the running water of the river. It pulls out a small silver fish and carries it away.

“I’ve thought about it a lot.” He admits. “What I feel for you. It’s confusing but it makes me feel alive. I’m not going to pretend that I’m even worthy of you. (Y/n), I’m not a good person. No one in the Kingsguard is except maybe Barristan Selmy. I’ve done some things that would horrify you. I didn’t like who I was in King’s Landing. But I like who I am when I’m with you.”

Your first instinct is to kiss him. You’re sure that the guards wouldn’t be too happy about it. Might even report it to Catelyn who was already uneasy with letting Jaime walk free. She’d given him the option to even leave the Riverlands but he refused.

“Bet you wanted to kiss me just then.” His grin is stretched from ear to ear.

You laugh and shove his arm lightly.

Like the first day following your exodus from King’s Landing, Jaime tucks a stray strand of hair that had escaped it’s confines. “I really meant what I said. My life is your’s, my lady. If war is to come, I will gladly protect you from my own house. This I vow.”

[jimmyisageek]

Review: This Land is Our Land: A Blue Beetle Story

I’ve always felt a deep connection to the stories of superheroes who represent something bigger than just their powers—they represent identity, struggle, and the fight for what's right. So when I picked up ‘This Land is Our Land: A Blue Beetle Story’, I was excited to see how Jaime Reyes, the Blue Beetle, would bring our community’s stories into the superhero world.


From the start, this book had me hooked. Jaime Reyes, the Blue Beetle, has always been a favorite of mine. He’s a character that resonates with me—his experiences as a Mexican-American teenager dealing with the pressures of family, culture, and identity are things I can relate to on a personal level. But this story takes it even further, delving into the complexity of being a hero *and* being a part of a community that feels like it has to fight for its place in this country. 
In this book, the real villain isn’t a typical bad guy in a cape or armor. The true antagonist is something far more insidious: the fear of what we don’t understand. Racism, xenophobia, and the deep-rooted fear of "the other" have plagued our communities for generations. He finds himself up against a system that is terrified of what it doesn’t understand, one that perpetuates harmful stereotypes and builds walls—both literal and metaphorical—around people like him. This villain isn’t just a force of destruction; it’s the societal pressure that comes from being treated like an outsider, no matter how many good deeds you’ve done or how many battles you’ve won.


As is important in any Blue Beetle Story, this book explores the relationship between Jaime and his family. There’s a beautiful blend of tradition and modernity in their interactions, and as a Chicano (who also happens to be named Jaime), I couldn’t help but appreciate how the story highlights the tension between wanting to honor your roots while also navigating a world that sometimes wants you to forget them. Jaime’s bond with his parents, especially with his father, who’s been through his own struggles, is heartwarming and deeply human. It makes you remember that even superheroes aren’t invincible—they still need the support of their community and their family.


The artwork also deserves a mention—it’s vivid, dynamic, and Jacoby Salcedo did a really great job capturing the energy of Jaime’s dual identity as a hero and as a young man trying to figure out his place in the world. The action sequences are fast-paced and engaging, but what really sold me was how the illustrations captured the emotional moments between Jaime and his family. You can see the struggle on his face, the love in his eyes, and the weight of his responsibilities.


In the end, ‘This Land is Our Land’ is more than just a superhero comic. It’s a celebration of Chicano identity, a powerful statement about the importance of community, and a reminder that our land, our stories, and our voices are just as vital as any superhero’s. It’s a powerful reminder that our voices matter, our stories matter, and no matter how much they fear us, we are here to stay.


⭐️Overall rating: 5/5

[asoiaf-essays-collector]

For me, idk if Sansa is the girl in grey in Melisandre's prophecy and i don't care if they reunite at the Wall, in the Vale, in Winterfell or on the way, because the thing is its almost given that Sansa and Jon will be the first Starks to reunite since they are the most distant ones. Its how grrm works. The Starks are the central family of the series and out of their four povs that remain, Jon and Sansa are the only ones to not have a defined relationship and their reunion in twow before others will give them time to develop one.

In defence of the girl in grey theory - at this point it almost impossible to imagine her being not sansa. As much as I would prefer the vale meeting. Just think of it - Jon and Melisandre were thinking that the girl in grey would be Arya but ironically it was Jeyne Pool/Alys Karstark who happened to be geographically more convenient? Nah, that's not the irony of GRRM. Now, Sansa who Jon barely registers as sister in his inner pov - that would be the irony that we are used to in ASOIAF.

The girl in grey being not the Stark but someone else entirely just because this girl fits the criteria? It's not interesting. It gives the same vibes as theory that Cersei's valonqar is neither Tyrion nor Jaime and some other person that just happens to be someone else's younger sibling. That's just boring.

"Jon and Sansa are the only ones to not have a defined relationship" - oooh, now that's the topic I can speculate about for hours.

I'm rereading ASOS right now and gosh, the ways GRRM chooses to portray these two while their lack of any established relationship in books? That's simply fascinating how he dances around some words and names.

One of the most interesting part of this lack of interactions is the fact that it doesn't mean that they don't have this defined relationship. Their meeting and then dynamic will be a total wild card - unlike any other pair of siblings. They can literally have any dynamic and shared history or lack of it and we have no idea what it will be. I'm so excited!

And it's not only that. There is a conflict between them too - until they learn that Bran and Rickon are alive they both are kinda heirs of Starks and Winterfell, both are ruler coded since AGOT and their political strengths complement each other's weaknesses. Moreover, both can support each other's claim. Sansa Stark while being legitimate heir in many lords eyes is still married to Lannister and everyone knows it and she is also a girl who doesn't know how to wage a war. On the other hand Jon Snow even with Stark blood printed on his Ned Stark (who is still beloved in the North) face is still a bastard and can't interfere with claim of legitimate heirs (given that Robb's will is still unknown). One of them on his/her own can raise a lot of questions but two can make a decent claim.

So yeah.

Sansa and Jon meeting first of the pack is making quite a lot of sense from every point of view. It's not just that they are most distant siblings and thus make more interesting pair to interact, it's also very practical for GRRM if he wants Starks to go on the offensive - two of them combined can actually form a decent political power (in terms of both claim and set of skills). No other pair of Starks has that.

[atomic--peach]

Her Grace's Handmaiden pt 5

(Cersei x Fem Reader SMUT: fingering, dom Cersei, praise kink, voyerism, exhibitionism, oral (F receiving), spanking. Sandor x Fem Reader FLUFF)

AO3 VERSION: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48276340

As Winterfell grew larger in the distance, Sandor cast a side ways glance your way. It has been days since you'd spoken a single word to anyone.

You had taken to sleeping near the horses, particularly the mare that became your regular mount. When you didn't sleep, you clung to Clegane like a shadow. Over three days you watched him tend and saddle not just his horse, but those of the royal family. For 3 days you learned by watching in silence, like a looming spirit.

At first he tried to shake you off, ordering you to chores far away from him, but at the end of each day you still found yourself next to him.

It was because no matter where you went, no matter what you did, there was a cloying sense of being watched that followed you every waking minute of your day. The instinctive sense of being watched like prey being stalked by a predator.

Sandor sensed it too, and told you as much.

"She'll send for you soon" he asserted, "When she does, don't try to defend yourself. Don't make excuses. Just apologize and move on"

You nodded and continued whatever work you had been doing at the time.

__________

Jaime gazed at his sister, who was lost in thought. Her beautiful mouth was twisted into a look of dissatisfaction as she watched you scurry back and forth from task to task.

Tyrion was settled with a thick tome and mug of ale, watching his siblings' wordless interaction with mild interest.

"What's happening here?" He inquired "this wouldn't have to do with that plump little handmaid you two have been sharing, does it?"

Jaime sighed, shaking his head. "You know, sometimes our sister acts very much like a little child"

"I don't disagree" Tyrion closed the book in his lap, "But in what capacity are we speaking?"

Jaime's eyes tracked Cersei's gaze to you as you carried an arm load of kindling for a fire towards Sandor's tent.

"She seems to think if she throws away a toy, it will still be there when she wants it back again."

--------

"You don't have to do that" Sandor took the kindling bundle from you roughly.

There was a long silence as you gripped the kindling harder so he actually had to pry it from your hands, letting them fall slack at your sides.

"I need to be of help."

Sandor froze. Those were the first words you'd said in three days.

You approached him firmly and took back the bundle before dropping it at the circle of stones by the tent.

"I need to be of help, or else I don't know what to do with myself, so just-" you drew a deep sigh and began to arrange the timber carefully. "Let me do this, okay?"

Sandor rolled his eyes irritably but didn't stop you. A helpful pest was better than an unhelpful one.

He was acutely aware of the eyes that followed the two of you since you'd started shadowing him. Muffled whispers that vanished as soon as he glanced up and set his hard eyes in their direction.

"You know what they're saying about you, right?" He pressed you one night.

"That they think I'm fucking you?" You glanced up at him through the fire you were tending. The flames flickered in your pupils as the air grew tense between you. He wasn't expecting you to be so blunt about it, forgetting for a moment you were still baseborn, not a wilting high born flower.

"Yes, I'm very aware. Does that bother you?"

"Not as much as it should bother you."

"Why?" You laughed, "What reputation do I have to protect? Contrary to what you may think, I am capable of taking care of myself when I need to."

Sandor considered this a moment. "Who are you?" He asked finally "Where did you even come from?"

"Flea Bottom" You shrugged.

"And how did a girl from Flea Bottom come to be favored handmaid to the queen?"

"I told you" you smiled a little bitterly, "I need to be helpful. And people like helpful people. Especially when they stay out of the way, are always on hand, and know how to keep their mouth shut."

The answer was vague, but it was clear it was the only one he was getting.

"Well, since we're being honest." Sandor sat by the fire with a skin of ale, getting on your level even if he still towered over you. "What is it with you and the queen? Are you really that cunt stuck with her that you're sticking around even after she sacked you?"

You thought on this for a moment. "I remember the first time I saw Her Grace" you began. "And I thought she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. No, I KNEW it. And I was like a moth to a flame, everywhere she went, I went. Whatever she needed, I was there. I don't think she even noticed at first. It wasn't until I was allowed to tend her bedroom that she knew I actually existed. And Gods, I was so happy when she did. I don't know why she chose to favor me, I really don't. All I knew was she might as well have been the sun, that's how important she is."

"Hm" Sandor has been listening intently before scoffing "until she beat the seven hells out of you."

You chuckled darkly, "you know....as pathetic as this is, even now my day starts and ends with her."

"So when did you start sleeping together?"

"Oh, we never did"

Sandor choked on his ale, sputtering and trying to catch his breath. "Pardon?"

"No, she never touched me. Not like that. I desperately wanted her too but she said I hadn't earned it so it just never happened." You left out the reward she had granted you, not wanting to drag Ser Jaime into this.

"All this time, everything you just said, and she hasn't even touched you?" He gaped incredulously. "I'm not going to say what I'm thinking, because I'm sure you already know"

You blushed fiercely and turned your face away from him. "Yes, you've made your opinion very clear, thank you"

"Gods" Sandor breathed. "If you're this mad for someone who hasn't even touched you, I can't imagine what you'll do when someone fucks you."

"Ser Clegane!" You scolded him, face growing redder "My devotion is not contingent on that, thank you very much. Besides, it's not like I haven't already, you know."

"Really?" Sandor blinked. "I just assumed."

"Just because maiden is in the name, doesn't mean I need to be one." you grumbled. "I want to talk about something else"

"Fine" Clegane smirked. "What do you want to talk about?"

"Why aren't you a knight?" You asked "Your father was, your brother is, and I know plenty of people have offered to knight you. So why aren't you?"

"Hm, easy" Sandor passed you the skin of ale, which you took willingly and took a hard swallow. It was strong, but didn't burn. "Because knights are cunts"

"But your father and brother-"

"Especially my father and brother."

You nodded with vague understanding and the two of you settled into silence. The hair on your neck pricked up again. She was watching you.

It was like a predator watching a rabbit, you were almost afraid to move. You found yourself wondering if you even wanted her to call on you.

Of course you did, right?

After all, you traveled across the continent for her. You'd seen to her every comfort in a way that, looking back, was almost obsessive. You'd even allowed her brother to take you to bed to make her happy, not that you didn't enjoy it.

So why this uncertainty?

-----------

"You know, there's no guarantee she'll even want to come back."

"Don't be ridiculous" Cersei spat, internally struggling with her brother's words. She had honestly expected you to come crawling back the morning after she had sent you away.

Instead, you had attached yourself The Hound of all people.

It could be worse

You could have left completely.

"Just bring her to me."

Jaime nodded slowly and left the tent to retrieve you from Clegane's fireside.

Cersei bit at the cuticles on her thumb and cross her free hand over her chest.

"Your Grace?"

She turned, tucking her hand into her chest.

"Y/N, come in"

Your curtsey was deep but hesitant.

"You wanted to see me?"

"Yes" the queen nodded. "I want to put the nastiness at the inn behind us."

You nodded slowly, "Whatever your grace wishes"

"Good" Cersei looked to the plush bed in the corner. Not as lavish as her bed in kings landing, but worlds away from the hay bales and blankets you'd been sleeping on. "You smell of smoke and horses, I've already ordered a bath be drawn."

"I-"

"Don't argue" Cersei cut you off swiftly. "Undress"

You obeyed, slowly stripping to your shift as a large tub was delivered through the tent by a team of squires followed by buckets of steaming water.

"Come here, sweetling" Cersei waited until the bath was full and the tent flaps firmly closed before reaching out to you.

Your pulse was pounding. You had expected to arrive and be whipped, or at least scolded fiercely and dismissed once more. Instead Cersei's clever fingers were carefully stripping off your worn shift and small clothes as she breathed sweet praise in your ear.

"You've been such a good girl for me" she cooed "anyone else would have abandoned me, but not you. You stayed until I called for you, just as I said I would."

Had she said that?

You struggled to remember, the scent of her perfume and the shine of her hair hypnotizing you.

Guiding you slowly to the tub, Cersei continued her praise as she slowly pushed you into the water. The warmth was an instant relief to your muscles, which were tight from tending the stables and sleeping on the ground.

A low moan that you didn't bother to stifle escaped your lips and Cersei grinned.

"There now, isn't that so much better?" Her hands slipped to your shoulders. "Much better than those stables and..." she led off. "Sweetling, you've been spending an awful lot of time with my son's sworn sword, haven't you? That Hound, Clegane."

You swallowed, "yes, Your Grace, I suppose I have."

"You haven't-? You haven't allowed him to"

Her meeting took you fully and you blushed.

"Oh! Oh, no Your Grace. Never. He actually spent most of the time trying to get rid of me"

"Oh, poor thing" Cersei almost purred, pleased that your attentions hadn't strayed. Her hands drifted down from your shoulder, tracing your collarbones down to the tops of your breasts. Your nipples began to harden with anticipation just under the water line

"Your Grace," you breathed only to be shushed softly.

"Lean back" she tilted your neck back, exposing your throat fully, "Your hair is a mess. I won't tolerate a grubby handmaid"

Obediently you allowed your hair to be soaked and scrubbed, tough knots carefully detangled and combed through.

"There now" The queen purred, her lips lingering painfully close to your neck. "So much better."

An ache began to grow between your legs and the queen chuckled as the water rippled with your thighs as they squeezed together.

"My brother is right" she teased, "you do get worked up easily. Shall I bring him in here for you?"

You whined eagerly at this, casting you eyes to look up at her pleadingly.

"No," Cersei shook her head, "No, I think I want you all to myself tonight. But, he is right outside and I want him to hear your sweet noises when I fuck you. Can you do that?"

You nodded fervently. "Yes, Your Grace"

A single hand dipping below the water, obscured by the hazy steam wafting off the surface. A finger began to trace the outline of you nipple, slowly dragging the edge of her nail over the bumps and ridges before swiftly pinching and rolling it between two fingers.

"Fuck" you let out a strangled gasp, a bolt shooting between your thighs.

"That's right sweetling," Cersei's purrs turned to growls, "let him hear you."

Latching her lips to the junction where your shoulder met the soft skin of your throat and slipping a second hand beneath the bath water, Cersei coaxed a chorus of whines and moans from your lips, while keeping her eyes trained on the edge of the tent flap.

You weren't sure when you body had left the bath, but you knew the sudden cold air made your skin prickle and your body press against the queen for warmth.

"Hands and knees, just like that. Good" Cersei panted her instructions, hands slinking down your wet body, one hand keeping busy with your nipples while the other traced over the softness of your stomach to the swell of your hips. Gently she pressed your spine to arch and present your ass like an animal in heat.

Your face pressed to the floor, wet knees struggling not to slip, you felt the ridges of her knuckles drag up and down your slit, gathering the slick juices that began to coat your lips.

"Look at you, already drenched and ready. Your body was made for this" Cersei slipped a finger into your eager cunt, reaching deep before pulling out and leaving you gasping.

"Sweet girl" she cooed, tracing your face with the wet finger before pressing it to your lips and prompting you to suck your juices off her hand.

"Who does this body belong to?" The queen growled, removing her finger and pressing her claws into the flesh of your hip.

"You, your grace."

"Louder."

The slap left you ass stinging, remembering the queen hadn't removed her rings before attacking your body.

"You, Your Grace" you repeated louder, flushed knowing someone was listening. A drawn out moan was forced from your chest as the queen plunged two fingers into your cunt to reward your obedience.

She didn't pull them all the way out as she fucked you, instead keeping them deep inside to find that rough, spongy spot that made your hips buck and thighs shake.

"Right here?" She mewled teasingly, pressing harder and stroking your g-spot as your cunt clenched around her fingers tightly.

"Yes! Yes, please, please don't stop" you begged

"Please who?"

"Please, Your Grace. My Queen. Mistress, please don't stop!" Your thighs trembled uncontrollably, the coil of muscle deep in your body threatening to snap at at moment.

"You're so close, darling" Cersei leaned in to whisper in your ear. "So very close."

Her free hand grabbed the back of your neck, pinning your face hard into the ground as she quickened the paces of her fingers, adding a third and grinning triumphantly as a helpless wail of pleasure filled the tent.

You hips bucked freely, desperately riding out your orgasm on the Queen's fingers as she continued to draw slow, almost gentle circles before pulling out.

"Good girl, sweet girl, no no no, you're not finished yet" The queen slapped your face gently, pulling your bleary eyes back into focus.

The bed sunk under your weight as the queen pushed you backwards into the cushion. Your legs and hips half dangled over the edge as Cersei settled herself between your spread thighs.

"Touch your breasts for me, darling" she instructed you and purred when you obeyed, "Don't be gentle, that's right. Harder. Good girl"

Your whines filled the tent with each pinch and pull of your tender nipples, regularly licking your fingers to keep the friction steady as Cersei spread your cunt with her fingers and admired her work.

A single long lick up your slit was all the warning you received before she brutally ravished your clit.

You cried out and tried to roll your hips, but found yourself pressed to the cushion firmly as the queen alternated steady pressure to your over sensitive bundle of nerves with ruthless bites and pressed nails into the soft insides of your thighs.

Your second orgasm came as a surprise, no build up like the first one, only a sudden shock of blind pleasure that drew loud gasps and moans with every other breath.

Cersei did not stop after the second, or even after the third orgasm, working your body until you were sweating and almost recoiling from her touch. You body was on fire and your abdomen throbbed with pleasure.

"One more, sweetling." She promised. "You can do that for me can't you? Just one more"

You sobbed but nodded, chest heaving as your fists gripped the bed like it was the only thing keeping you from drifting away.

"Good girl, wonderful girl" Cersei praised. "Taking everything I give you so well. Oh" she purred, buzzing at the sight of tears streaming down your cheeks. Your cunt tightened around her fingers once more, leaving you jerking and yelping until a final burst of pleasure torn through your body like wild fire. She was sure your cries had been heard all over camp and she tittered with satisfaction as you sucked your cum off her fingers.

"That's it, yes. You did so well. Are you tired? I know. You may sleep with me tonight, just this once."

--------

Jamie's grip on his sword was so tight his hand shook in his glove. He could only imagine what was going through the head of Clegane, who his sister ordered to be stationed at the other tent entrance. Taking a few deep breaths, Jaime tried to calm himself and found himself grateful that steel armor didn't tent as easily as his trousers did.

[olderthannetfic]

https://www.tumblr.com/olderthannetfic/740136068340482048/the-funniest-dni-i-ever-encountered-in-all-my-12?source=share

As a House Martell stan, it's been interesting to watch the evolution of that particular corner of the ASOIAF fandom over the years. For a while, because they were less present on the show (and their actual focus on the show was pretty bungled), they were mostly the favorites of superfans who'd read the books and therefore were deeply devoted to the whole ASOIAF universe, and given how much that means memorizing various types of Targaryen incest over the years, were almost never antis. A lot of people were also drawn to that they were the ~sexy, liberated house, as well as there being a fair number of POC who identified with some of the few non-white people in those books who were actually fully-realized characters (in the books, not so much in the show). IME it was usually people who were also shipping a lot of the other popular "problematic" ships in the fandom like Jaime/Cersei and Sansa/Petyr Baelish.

Then, at some point - particularly after the show ended and the fandom shrunk a lot - it got infected with a bunch of people writing long essays about how Daenerys and the entire Targaryen family were inherently "white supremacist" (previously, it had been more common for POC and other fans who focused on anti-racism to stan Daenerys, and point out that what the final season did with her was some white bullshit that tried to conflate killing oppressors like slavers with killing poor downtrodden people) and there ended up being a fandom fight between those people who saw the Targaryens as the more racist house or the Starks, but they all stanned Martells but in a very shallow sort of way just because they were the POC house. It's also worth nothing that Dorne has equal primogeniture - women can inherit, and in the books it's Doran's eldest daughter, Arianne, who is his heir, even though he has two younger sons - and it also is more accepting of LGBTQ+ people and bastards and general "sex outside of marriage" than most of the rest of Westeros, so it attracts a lot of people who are into them for that reason. I mean, I like them for that reason among others, but of course that's going to be a magnet to people who want to prove that they're extra special progressive for stanning them over like, the Lannisters.

Also, probably worth noting, the people in the second group were generally younger. Book-centric fans generally tend to be older IME in ASOIAF fandom. I feel like whenever a fandom is younger, there's more likely to be more anti behavior.

Anyway it was very weird to get back into ASOIAF when I read Fire and Blood and then when House of the Dragon started airing, and feeling like "my corner" of the fandom had become completely unrecognizable in my absence.

Also, I suspect it's probably drawing in some people who just really like Pedro Pascal. (It was better when it was drawing in the Alexander Siddig stans from DS9 fandom, snerk. Although even that fandom has had an obnoxious influx of younger purity-policing virtue-signalling types discovering it these days, writing stupid discourse about how Garak/Garashir is problematic and people should instead ship characters who don't like each other that much and don't interact much one-on-one because the combinations of them are more progressive or something.... sigh! Anyway, probably not helped by the fact that Game of Thrones completely wasted him, even though his character was one of the best ones in the books and a big one that drew me into loving House Martell. He would've been great as book!Doran, but alas....)

I'm also going to say that as others have pointed out, I'll always be mystified by the fact that ASOIAF even HAS antis. If you're that opposed to incest, age-disparate relationships, violence, etc. anything controversial, how can you stan the actual canon of that show? Or the books, which arguably have even more rape and incest and ephebephilia going on. It just seems like you'd have to have a very adversarial relationship with canon to a point that I just don't understand why you don't pick another fandom. Of course, it's probably really just that antis are hypocrites.

--

Hypocrites, yes. But also drawn to material that they're not comfortable being drawn to. The younger they are, the more the cognitive dissonance makes them act out.

I don't condone it, but I do understand it.

[rise-my-angel]

Ned Stark never told Jon the truth for multiple reasons, a big one being about the extremely tenuous spread of information. If by telling Jon, there was ANY chance that that others may learn and it could reach Robert, he would not risk it.

There's clearly a reason after the war, Howland Reed returned to Greywater Watch to sit on a swamp bog lilypad in complete silence for twenty years.

Any chance of the wrong people learning this truth puts Jons life at immediate risk, something Ned won't allow. Protecting Jons life at the cost of some of his relationships with the ones he loves, is a sacrifice he has to make. One of his final thoughts is of guilt, wishing he could talk to Jon just one more time, implying he doesn't want to leave this world with his son thinking Ned raised him this way out of shame or spite.

There's also the fact that Ned is clearly a man with deep trauma. Most of the main older characters from Roberts Rebellion we meet are trapped at that age. Their traumas never really let them move passed that era and its clearly effected the men they've become. Ned Stark, Robert Baratheon, Jon Connington, Jaime Lannister, even Howland Reed. All characters who never really lived passed that war and its greatly effected their lives as older men.

It means that while it isn't fair, Ned does not discuss those days, Jons mother, or even Lyanna in general because he is still trapped in that room she died in. Ned is still metaphorically that young man, sat catatonic at his little sisters now dead bedside. Ned doesn't shut all that down from his family and Jon to just keep him in the dark, its Ned spending Jons entire lifetime with deepy unresolved trauma that he now has no idea how to process. Shutting down emotionally about his families death and not truly processing the greif isn't even singular to Ned. This is a trait we literally see with Jon later on once he thinks hes lost basically his entire family, not really processing those loses in a healthy manner.

So if shutting down from trama is a flaw you put towards Ned, then its Jons flaw too. They both are extremely closed off about greif.

Again, Ned in his final pov chapter feels shame when thinking of how he and Jon will part ways with each other before Ned can fix his wrongs. Ned doesn't want Jon to think he raised him this way with any ill intent, Ned raised Jon that way out of deeply rooted fear for losing his son. And Ned wants Jon to know that hes sorry if he ever made Jon feel anything less then that love.

Its easy to fall into Jons pov trap, where the thinks his father abaondoned him to the Wall because thats what he thought Jon deserved. But the books clearly explain that Ned always wanted Jon to stay in Winterfell with Robb. But between the turmoil of Roberts appearance, the mystery of Lysa accusing the Lannisters of murder, and then realizing Jon wants Benjen to convince his father to let him go and Catelyn pressuring Ned to make Jon go, he concedes. At the least, even if Jon hates him for it, if Jons at the Wall hes as far from Roberts wrath as he could get.

Ned lets him go, but Ned always wanted Jon to stay in Winterfell where he belongs. Ned never treated Jon like a pariah. Ned treated Jon better then most bastards ever get from their highborn families, but did not give too much special treatment in order to keep eyes off of him for his saftey. The less people who pay attention to Jon, the less chance anyone would ever put it together. And keeping Jon a bastard, means while he receives the stigma that comes from it, most people who Ned would be scared of Jon interacting with, will now ignore him. It hurts for Jon, but Ned again, knows its better then someone putting the truth together and winding up having Jons life at risk.

Even through what Jon doesn't understand about his father continues to bother him, Jon actively still pushes away every older male his life trying to position themselves as a psuedo father figure to him, because despite it all, Jon knows the only father he wants or ever needed, was Ned Stark.

Ned was not perfect in the manners which pertain to Jon, but to pretend as if Jons unobjective pov of insecurities and fears stemming from not having the context of his father keeping such a massive secret, is secretly some smoking gun proof that Ned was actually a bad father or deserves to have Jon discount being raised and loved by him his whole life?

It is completely disingenuous.

[jackoshadows]

Hello! Do you think it’s sort of ironic that Arya, the one child of the Stark-Tully bunch that doesn’t have the Tully coloring, is also the one who embodies the Tully house words the most? Family, Duty, Honor are words Arya lives by just as strongly as all of Ned’s teachings, and I just find it funny that despite being the only one of five to look like a Stark, she is the one who seems to connect with that Tully part of herself the most.

I don't hold strongly to characters matching up to their house words as much as characters holding onto their values.

Personally, I don't think Jon 'As high as honor' Arryn is a honorable man at all, given his condoning of what was done to Elia and her children by rewarding the Lannisters.

I think both Cat and Ned embody family, duty and honor and Ned especially is all about that honor. However, even honorable Ned loves his family above all. He sacrificed his honor to save his nephew, he sacrificed his honor and lied about treason to save his daughter.

So yes, Arya embodies both her parents in her love and loyalty towards family.

Funnily enough I think that it's Jon Snow who has the most parallels with Catelyn, in terms of character journeys.

They both broker marriages to strengthen house Stark alliances, they both interact diplomatically with Stannis Baratheon, they both have conflicts with the Karstarks, they are both conflicted between love for family over doing their duty - Catelyn wanting to exchange Jaime for her daughters and LC Jon Snow wanting to save Arya.

Cat ends up freeing the oathbreaker Jaime Lannister and sends Brienne to get her daughters, Jon sends oathbreaker Mance Rayder to get Arya Stark.

In doing so, Cat dooms her son's campaign, the Karstarks abandon her son and Roose decides to switch sides. At the Wall, Jon gets the Pink Letter because he send Mance, decides to go attack the Lord of Winterfell to save Arya, leading to mutiny and assassination, destroying the neutrality of the Night's Watch in the process.

They both get killed, partly as a consequence of their decisions to help family over the 'greater good' and Jon is most likely going to be resurrected like Catelyn.

I don't know if these are intended parallels by the author for these two characters, but I do find them ironic considering their hatred for each other.

And no matter how much Catelyn loathed Jon Snow, I think she would have appreciated it very much that he tried to save her daughter and that Jon would have most likely approved of her releasing Jaime Lannister to get her girls back as well.

[atopvisenyashill]

cat x cersei for ship bingo

so mad at how close it is to bingo.

saw someone say once that there aren’t a lot of parallels between cat and cersei and i had to go walk my dog and touch some grass bc i was so mad.

like, first born daughter who wants to be heir but cannot be, who is her father’s perfect little lady upholding the family words, dreaming of a mother she barely remembers, marrying a war hero she doesn’t know? the way they are both so agonizingly aware of never ending gender hell coming to eat them and their babies alive, and all they feel they can do in the face of it is just accept the magical tools of violence they’ve been given, and pray they can kill enough people? the way their stories are both going to jumpstart into the catastrophic endgames because of some sort of painful interaction with a daughter they haven’t seen in years?? hell, the way brienne is sworn to catelyn, and jaime, her mentor and Whatever Else, is sworn to cersei’s children, and cersei herself? it’s delicious, they would make each other so much worse, they would bring out the worst, most paranoid and brutal instincts in each other and it would be so sexy. where are all their graphics dammit.

[ichorai]

Jaime and bitter wolf are so cute but i need Jaime to get jealous of some northern lord trying to vie for her hand now that she’s supposedly heir to Winterfell. That would so funny lol i hope she gets reunite with her beloved nieces and nephews soon its so sad that they’re her only family left but i know she’ll protect them with her life . I am so curious about her relationship with Jon i know she’s fond of him from the brief interaction we got in part 1 and she disapproved of how cat treated him. But was she ever a mother figure to Jon? Or more like a stern but kind older sister/ aunt only because the age gap between them must be very less like what 10-11 years?

a scene has already been planned where northern lords will line up trying to propose to bitter wolf! i don't wanna spoil too much but seeing as she's a close contender to being heir of winterfell, it definitely is a smart power move for other lords to try and marry bw :) which obviously ticks jaime off but he's quick to calm down bcs bw wastes no time rejecting all of these advances. bw will be very adamant on refusing being the queen in the north, since she won't accept the title until her nieces are proven dead and not just gone. and you're definitely right, bitter wolf would protect her only family with her entire being :( she loves them to death fr

as for jon, we will definitely see quite a bit of him and his relationship with his aunt in the second part! i would say the bw wasn't much of a mother figure, and even if bw tried, young jon would still be clinging onto idealized thoughts of his real mother. and you're right again, bw is definitely more of a stern aunt type with jon, like tough love, no nonsense kind of vibe. jon would appreciate bw a lot bcs she's not treating him any different from the other starklings - like an actual nephew and not some disgraceful bastard. when jon and bw eventually reunite, trust he'll welcome her with open arms :) though get ready for bw being a bit shocked at how much jon's been forced to change ever since being named lord commander </3

also yeah the age gap between jon/robb with bw should be around 10/11 years, so they're actually pretty close in age! sure bw watched her nephews grow up, but they also watched her mature too :( just imagine a 16 year old bitter wolf playing in the snow with 6 year old robb/jon oh i'm so sick

[peachywontyell]

i said the chances of me writing the feral version of these hcs was high in part one so here we are. the chances of me making a part 3? even higher. these are all so very self-indulgent.

written with a fem, latina, plus size reader in mind

for the love of god don't interact if you aren't 18+

poly jenny & jaime🫶🏾

-it took a lil getting used to, adding another body to activities, but everyone figured it out quick. figured out some dynamics too.

-makeout sessions galore. since they can't be touchy-feely at work, as soon as everyone is back home and cozy, it's time to pile on the couch. a mess of limbs and mouths. hands grabbing, touching and pulling, sweet whines and low groans.

-jaime always ends up with the most hickeys and marks on his pretty skin. even his back and shoulders aren't spared. khaji can heal those things quickly, so you and jenny take full advantage of it.

-youre the one with the second most on your body. you work from home the majority of the time, so they can be more flashy with their placements

-it's not like jenny doesn't like them on herself, however she prefers them in places where only her and her partners can see. from her ribs down its fair game.

-they are very reactive to gentle (and not so gentle) touches, especially when you're sitting in one of their laps while making out. a hand tangled in their hair while the other caresses their face softly.

-jaime is so easy to fluster; you and jenny use this to your advantage. ay, you guys are "accidentally" in a compromising position as soon as he walks through the door? oh no! how terrible! this was definitely not planned!

-the one time it wasn't planned though, almost killed him. you were sprawled out on the bed with jennys knee between your thighs so you could get some friction as you moved your hips. she loomed over you, pinning your hands at your sides and she looked like she could eat you whole.

"carajo, jenny plis plis plis, oh my god"*

"please what? if you want to cum, it's gonna be like this"

-the way she smirked and spoke in such a sickly sweet voice almost pushed you over the edge then and there. jaime isn't sure he's breathing anymore. he had just come back from visiting his family (read as abuela cocinó y lo mandaron a buscar comida)** and he walks in on his girlfriends like this? khaji has to tell him to sit down.

-he does. at the edge of the bed by your head. the hellos are very short, the kisses? not so much. he asks if he can touch you and before he even finishes the sentence you're nodding because of course you want his hands all over you. his hand slip under your shirt pushing it up and jennys let go of your wrists and grabs your thighs. she really has to resist the urge to bite them

-you're suddenly very aware that you're the only one that's almost naked, with a t-shirt that's practically already off with how far up it's been pushed and underwear.

-"jaime, mucha ropa- demasiada"*** you don't even have to tell him twice, he's already stripping, two pairs of eyes watching him like a hawk.

-he is so so so hard and you decide then and there that you need to give him some of the best head of his life. so when he sits back down you don't waste much time and pull him close enough that you can rest your head on his thigh, pull the waistband of his boxers down and take him in your mouth. the noises that left everyone at the sight and feeling were heavenly.

-at one point you stopped feeling jennys presence for a minute or two, until she comes back. very naked.

-pulls off your underwear, straddles you in a way where you can both grind and it gets sloppy for everyone after that. the nap after the event is so good though.

*"fuck jenny please please please, oh my god"

**(read as his grandma cooked and yall sent him over to get food)

*** "jaime, you have too much clothes on, too much"

[bluebeetle2006]

For the “give me a character” asks: Cass, Jaime, Kory?

Thank you so much for sending me this ask. I love having an excuse to talk about characters!!

Cass

How I feel about this character

My favourite girl!!!! she's tortured but also so compassionate so funny!! Top 10 charcters def

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Rose mostly, Brenda a bit, I am okay with Stephcass but am very picky about characterization when it comes to both of them so like very on the fence

My non-romantic OTP for this character

okay so in terms of friendships Steph&Brenda maybe kon or connor too. in more familial dynamics Babs, Bruce and Tim also her and Damian deserve more chances to interact smh wasted opportunity DC

My unpopular opinion about this character

hmmmm idk if this is like unpopular or not but I think she would genuinely feel uncomfortable around Damian for a while mostly as a result of like similar childhoods and like projection. Like the opposite of her and Bruce where the she Bruce sort of enjoy working together because of their on the same wavelength, similarities between her and Damian just make her uncomfortable at first.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

OHH I'd love to see cass in like a mentor role maybe like a canon-divergent where she's becomes Batman and ends up working with Damian or like so future story where she mentors someone like Nell or Maps.

I'd rly love to see cass in the sort ups and downs of a mentorship role.

Jaime

How I feel about this character

Does my url mean nothing to you. But honestly speaking the blue beetle 2006 was one of the first comics I read as a kid and part of how I got into DC so Jaime will always be special.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

hmm I don't think I have a lot of ships for him I don't rly ship him with bart if that helps I know the YJ cartoon made that popular. I've read like background ships where he's with Traci, or tim or Eddie and those are cool with me

My non-romantic OTP for this character

ohh his dynamic with peacemaker in the 2006 run was cool but mostly I just enjoyed him with Brenda and Paco. His dynamic with Ted was so sweet in the blue beetle rebirth series from what I remember. Him and booster is cool too.

My unpopular opinion about this character

Idk if I have any unpopular opinions about I would say that I guess I never really see him as like a Justice league hero in the future. I very much like him doing his own thing with occasional appearances from other heroes rather than like on a team full time.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

ohh that Hector storyline with him as the black beetle from blue beetle 2006 is something I would like too see done well.

Kory

How I feel about this character

Very underappreciated by dc I fell in love with her design as a kid then with her character.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Let's see Dick, Donna, Raven and Victor are the ones that come off the top of my head. Her and jess were cute in oddessy

My non-romantic OTP for this character

ohh um Kormand'r, without question

My unpopular opinion about this character

ohh unpopular opinion hmm I'm not too upset with in TT03 I guess it was my first real intro to her before I read NTT so I get why some people dislike it bc of all the fanon trends it started but I never rly cared that much.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

SPACE PIRATE KORY!!!! In a dream world there is very good Kory solo of her being a space pirate taking down slavers, inspiring people and becoming a legend. With guest appearances from Vic and Donna and maybe some lanterns

[ketchup-monthly]

IM SOBBING. IM READING BLUE BEETLE (2006) AND DC. DC IM COMING FOR YOUR NECK. I. Your honor. Jaime loves his family so much. He's terrified of disappointing them. One of the heroes he looks up to tried to KILL him, after he thought the others abandoned him.to die in SPACE. ALONE. HES TERRIFIED OF DYING ALONE. he came back after a YEAR. His mother and baby sister are terrified of him when he does. I'm. Im sobbing. He's too baby for this

"I just want to go home"

yeah!!!!! yeah!!! this is THE jaime comic of all time and yeah! he's gone through so so so much and he's trying so hard to just live his life

(this panel just hhhhnnnngggg)(and of course the guy panel later where he's all "i dont hurt kids" makes me sob every time)

and milagro and jaime have a really good sibling dynamic (as someone with siblings, we act like this)

but yeah absolutely. seeing your summary of this comic so far, jason and jaime would have such an interesting dynamic (i mean i been knew but still)

there is a lot of good interactions between khaji da and jaime coming up in this comic but unfortunately a lot of the really homicidal bug content is in the new 52 comic that doesnt exist in my head

so glad you're enjoying yourself! (take a jaime (or 5) with you when you go)

[thebingequeen]

blue beetle brain rot

no bc as a chicana myself, watching blue beetle was so refreshing. First off, the cast being a reflection of what it is like in an actual mexican house was INSANE. Like most of the time, sure they claim a character is mexican, but this? This was absolutely everything. For one of the first times, even for a moment despite Jaime being a superhero, I could see my family and even nuances that I hardly ever thing about just be on a screen. Front and center. The bonus of it all really was that the writer for the movie, the main one, is a Mexican himself. It reflects so much. The spanglish, the actual use of proper slang and the mix that's actually spoken between the family members who immigrated to the first two generations of Chicanx. It was so pleasing. Fuck, even the way they swore was the way I've grown up speaking. I loved every minute of it. Additionally the food!! Made me hungry lmfdfsgkjhdg The way the family interacted and treasured each other was a joy. it was nice to see just how they shared everything which is very accurate. Also seeing them just band together and do things as a unit was so loving. they were written with a knowing love. & Grandma just having random skills that have never been explained before?? Literally so real. AND THE MUSIC!!!! Ohmygod the music added to it so much.

Personally I cried like 3 times. When his dad dies and he's dragged away. Two when his dad meets him in the afterlife to tell him what his purpose was. When Ignacio got his memories unlocked. However I adored the moments that really highlight the experience I've had with my own tíos being smart but it's not as acknowledged because they don't have a degree or work blue collar jobs. So seeing Jaime's Uncle Rudy be able to show that he can just create something so complex and use technical terms while also reverting to slang & layman's terms, giving the tech a good ol' kick was so good. Made me laugh when he kicked the Beetle's board to get it to turn on, too. AND THEIR TRENZAS. I was so happy seeing his sister's and abuela's hair, too. Goodness the movie is so good.

There's so much more to say but also this feels like it fits for how I feel now.