#fire and flood

[spellyourguts]

7 Days 7 Covers Day 4: Fire & Flood by Victoria Scott

The rules: every day, I will post the cover of a book that I love and nominate someone new to start the challenge

Tagging: @jamiesshelves (no pressure!) 🧡

[targaryenobssesed]

Aemond Targaryen x Fem!OC x Daemon Targaryen

Chapter 1 ✧ Chapter 2

"I can show you all the wonders of the lands across the narrow sea, just say the word."

Clara was taken off guard as the news arrived, her father, would now sit in counsel along side the great minds of Westeros, she would now be faced with a new life, politics, war, dragons and weird families.

All of this would be unbearable if she had not met the best and strangest people she could possibly, but the biggest challange was the choice of the factions.

Chapter 1: Across the Narrow Sea

Chapter Text

Everything was going as it always had, life in Pentos was good, across the narrow sea, many would say that there was undiscovered dangers as you cross the street, but being from there, you would rather know of the beauties, the good weather, and perfectly groomed gardens, the exotic animals and of course the amazing food, the wine was a bit lacking, but that was never a problem for those who prefer to not get drunk in dinner. Clara, was from around, she was the daughter of Qhor Draz, a very wealthy and influential man from Pentos, he was well known all trough out Essos and Westeros, known to have learned the art of the economics from a very young age, if you asked about him to anyone, some could say he learned how to count before reading, and maybe that was true. Her father office brought good things to her, like a comfortable life, with a good home, solid household, with servants, teachers, and for the joy of Clara, a big library. Her father was a good man up until the god awful day of her mom’s passing. She died when Clara was just a little girl, it all happened after her 9th name day. When it happened she was broken, she would spend days and days cooped inside the library, trying to avoid her father and handmaidens, without her mother Qhor became a dreadful man, caring only for his own happiness and pleasure, many nights Clara would find him passed out in his own vomit surrounded by various prostitutes of Lys, his favorites. Back with her books, she request a sofa to be brought into the room, there she would read, and study, and eat, and many of her nights, sleep.

The years passed and not once her father talked about offering her hand to some lord, little did she know, he was looking for a hand of another Days would pass as Clara studied her away through life, but when the moon of her fourteen birth name came, her father found hope again, in new love, a new woman. Her father travelled to Bravoos, a land known to guard all sort of religions, on that very trip he met a woman, Yissa Terys, a former slave with beautiful brown hair, olive skin and many earing pieces, and she was a known traveller, never stood in a place for long, even though she had her home based in Braavos. It was really lucky for her father to find her, at least this time. He just had set a goal in finding Clara a new mother,, so he asked where she would be on the octave moon of the year, because he would go get her. She was not a materialistic woman, Yissa, and people knew that. She would travel all around, wearing ripped clothes and eating what she could find, Qhor was just a very impressive man, and most likely impressed our former slave to her toes, for she, did told him where she would be, in the country of Myr, so Qhor did as he promised and went to get her. Three moons later, their union was official, but no wedding took place, for he had much bigger plans regarding his new wife, beloved kid and future life.

Clara was baffled when she met Yissa, why would a woman, with so much freedom, with a life that so many desired, settle down with some man, that already had a family of his own, she’d never thought of love in that age, that was a concept hard for her to understand. At first instance she was weirdly attracted to her, she was young, and honestly, beautiful. She was so different yet so familiar. She knew how to fight with swords and axes, so is safe to say she was not defenseless, she knew high valyrian, which indicates she studied with someone, maybe she was a slave of some targaryen or velaryon Sir? Hard to tell. All in all, she was an interested and complicated woman. Clara was drawn to her at the beginning. But as time passed, she would talk more and more like her father, and became a real advocate of his words. Clara knew she was coming of age, and would probably be betrothed to some lord, or maybe sir, or knight. She always wanted to be with somebody, have children, and created a household. But she felt maybe too young, too naïve. When she turned sixteen the real conversation started, it was time for her to find her suitor. But her father, afraid to upset her, would always sent Yissa, which made hard for Clara to like her very much. She knew the day would come eventually, but thought she had more time, to read, and paint, and discover the wonders of the free world, but rest assure, that was a fight Yissa was more likely to lose. Yissa was her new mother, in a way, she should be more open to their relationship, trying to find common ground among one another, but she never was. Her full goal was to make Clara’s father happy, she would talk to her and give her advice, but when it came to love, neither of them actually felt it.

Her servants changed, and now more and more women with knowledge and big tongues would appear, she thought the day where coming, so she learned how to dress properly, dance, eat with etiquette, and one thing she liked, paint and draw, she would now replace the library with the gardens, panting pretty flowers and even prettier flowers flower girls, eating cake and drinking weak wine.

So, everyone was accounted for, the marriage of Qhor Draz of Pentos and miss Yissa Terys from Braavos was about to take place, but before that, one good news came with a black raven. Yissa handed a letter with the royal symbol to her new husband. So he opened, read it, and said the news would be shared with his family at dinner. Nobody knew what it said, but it was for sure good news, for the dinner did not express humbleness in is core. It had all kinds of meat, and various fruits placed in the middle, with the good porcelain exposed. Candle lights both in the table and around the room shone all across, they all felt dress down for the occasion. So was soon as everybody was sitting in their chairs, mister Qhor raised, and started to talk. “ Dear family, I gathered you all here today, to inform the most pleasant news, I have been called upon by Your Grace, King Viserys himself. He offered me a place in the court, to sit beside him in the Counsel, as Master of Coin, in King’s Lading. I was really looking forward to this, since we have been exchanging letters to one another. “ Both of the girls looked confused, Qhor had not yet mention his professional relationship with the king, but confused didn’t mean unhappy. Clara herself was thrilled about going to Westeros, she never felt more at home then in Pentos, but her life was too quiet at times, she knew that an adventure could be all she needed, after all. The dinner went on, laughs and smiles all around, everybody were glad. Hope will do that to people. (Too many words lol) (Chapter continue on ao3)

[its-zaina]

Tokyo 🇵🇸

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[acesluvrxx]

NO ONE TALKS ABOUT HIM.

ughh him at 40 is so MMMFHGGFHUJVKUVIFHKDJDSLK the way we're growing old together :3 WE DO IT EVEN WHEN HIS BUSH HAIRS TURN GRAY or idk maybe i really REALLY like him with stubble BUT?? HES HOT WITH STUBBLE LIKE IM SNIFFING THE SCREEN SO HARD UGHH I CAN SMELL HIS MERA MERA

[ophelieverse]

“i was abed” yeah sure😒

[reasonsforhope]

Legit though, we should start turning ecosystem restoration and work to make our world more tolerant to the effects of climate change into annual holidays and festivals

Like how just about every culture used to have festivals to celebrate the beginning of the harvest or its end, or the beginning of planting, or how whole communities used to host barn raisings and quilting bees - everyone coming together at once to turn the work of months or years into the work of a few days

Humble suggestions for festival types:

Goat festival

Besides controlled burns (which you can't do if there's too much dead brush), the fastest, most effective, and most cost-efficient way to clear brush before fire season - esp really heavy dead brush - is to just. Put a bunch of goats on your land for a few days!

Remember that Shark Tank competitor who wanted to start a goat rental company, and everyone was like wtf? There was even a whole John Oliver bit making fun of the idea? Well THAT JUST PROVES THEY'RE FROM NICE WET PLACES, because goat rental companies are totally a thing, and they're great.

So like. Why don't we have a weekend where everyone with goats just takes those goats to the nearest land that needs a ton of clearing? Public officials could put up maps of where on public lands grazing is needed, and where it definitely shouldn't happen. Farmers and people/groups with a lot of acres that need clearing can post Goat Requests.

Little kids can make goat-themed crafts and give the goats lots of pets or treats at the end of the day for doing such a good job. Volunteers can help wrangle things so goats don't get where they're not supposed to (and everyone fences off land nowadays anyway, mostly). And the goats, of course, would be in fucking banquet paradise.

Planting Festival and Harvest Festival

Why mess with success??? Bring these back where they've disappeared!!! Time to swarm the community gardens and help everyone near you with a farm make sure that all of their seeds are sown and none of the food goes to waste in the fields, decaying and unpicked.

And then set up distribution parts of the festival so all the extra food gets where it needs to be! Boxes of free lemons in front of your house because you have 80 goddamned lemons are great, but you know what else would be great? An organized effort to take that shit to food pantries (which SUPER rarely get fresh produce, because they can't hold anything perishable for long at all) and community/farmer's markets

Rain Capture Festival

The "water year" - how we track annual rainfall and precipitation - is offset from the regular calendar year because, like, that's just when water cycles through the ecosystems (e.g. meltwater). At least in the US, the water year is October 1st through September 30th of the next year, because October 1st is around when all the snowmelt from last year is gone, and a new cycle is starting as rain begins to fall again in earnest.

So why don't we all have a big barn raising equivalent every September to build rain capture infrastructure?

Team up with some neighbors to turn one of those little grass strips on the sidewalk into a rain-garden with fall-planting plants. Go down to your local church and help them install some gutters and rain barrels. Help deculvert rivers so they run through the dirt again, and make sure all the storm drains in your neighborhood are nice and clear.

Even better, all of this - ESPECIALLY the rain gardens - will also help a ton with flood control!

I'm so serious about how cool this could be, yall.

And people who can't or don't want to do physical stuff for any of these festivals could volunteer to watch children or cook food for the festival or whatever else might need to be done!

Parties afterward to celebrate all the good work done! Community building and direct local improvements to help protect ourselves from climate change!

The possibilities are literally endless, so not to sound like an influencer or some shit, but please DO comment or reply or put it in the notes if you have thoughts, esp on other things we could hold festivals like this for.

Canning festivals. "Dig your elderly neighbors out of the snow" festivals. Endangered species nesting count festival. Plant fruit trees on public land and parks festival. All of the things that I don't know anywhere near enough to think of. Especially in more niche or extreme ecosystems, there are so many possibilities that could do a lot of good

[mothmanavenue]

you’re the fire and the flood (and i’ll always feel you in my blood)

[geek-talk000]

laughing and crying at the same time sjwnfkjwndfv;j

[riverashes]

I think Hestia wasn't in the first game because if Zag had met her (and her lack of fucks to give) they'd have teamed up and nuked the underworld immediately

[ray-botic]

part 4 of the series, POV character lineup: A Feast for Crows

also posted individually here: arya | alayne | sam | brienne | jaime | cersei | arianne | arys | areo | asha | victarion | aeron

first lineup | second lineup | third lineup

[maxladcomics]

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was playing a version of Ocarina of Time where I was told if I beat Kotake first, Hyrule would get flooded like in the adult timeline but if I beat Koume first then Hyrule would freeze over?

Kinda confusing because you defeated them both at once in Ocarina of Time.

[lilees]

Rin and Kitay in Arlong at the end of TBG

[ballad-of-elgado]

Really wanted to draw Link again + my rathian subspecies as the featured monster. More or less just wanted to doodle a little and colored it on a whim.

-> Support me on Kofi!

[indigo-aquarium]

sooo how are we feeling (im going feral over that DAMN TRAILER)

[ophelieverse]

So you are telling me that the dynastic dispute that divided a family and the realm in two,that had siblings hating each other,best friends becoming mortal enemies,brother against brother.The civil war that had innocent people dying,children brutally killed,starvation,violence,blood and fire everywhere.The civil war that lasted three years which basically ended the dragons existence and almost the Targaryen line,is now made pass as a misunderstanding?

First Aemond killed Lucerys by accident.Then Daemon has a toddler murdered but it was a mistake and now the throne is usurped because it was a misunderstanding?

Writers please…

*SPOILERS*

In the last episode I expect Aegon killing Rhaenyra to be an accident too.Like he sneezed and Sunfyre understood “dracarys” instead.