#game of thrones ending

[ivy-in-the-raine]

Game of Thrones fans how did you want the series to end? What would you change if you could redo the final two seasons? I genuinely want to know what people wanted the end to be. I did not like how it ended but I'm still not sure how I wanted it to end.

[lukitua]

She stroked Rhaegal. The green dragon closed his teeth around the meat of her hand and nipped hard

Decided to make matching portraits for the remaining of Dany's children, so here's Rhaegal

[joekeerys]

ROBB STARK and JACAERYS VELARYON + parallels

[tampire]

Mother of Drogon

[dipperscavern]

stark men come with a built in breeding kink send tweet

TWEET RECIEVED. LIKED & REPOSTED.

honestly, it’s genetics i’m afraid. just part of the deal. they can’t help it. you look so pretty when you’re with children, they just wanna give you some of your own :(

growing up and having his mother & father as an example, robb has always wanted a big family. the desire only increased tenfold the first time you laid together (he always finishes inside of you to ensure that happens)

jon doesn’t even know he wants it. not until he’s finally got you in his grasp, and he can’t think about anything else but giving you a child. your belly would be round & swollen and it would be all because of him.

cregan can’t help it. every time you’re around kids, the thought invades his mind. you, with little wolf pups growing in your belly (he grows hard at the thought). you see his expression grow distant, as he no doubt imagines little chunky toddlers running around winterfell. they’d have your eyes.

[hauntedbythenarrative]

It would be a hundred times easier

If we were young again

Where Did You Go?, Hishaam Siddiqi//Waiting for This Story to End Before I Begin Another, Jan Heller Levi//Jodi Picault//Brutus, The Buttress//Two slow dancers, Mitski// House of the Dragon (2022-)

[duckysprouts]

brienne come get ur man

[ubegese]

Queen Argella Durrandon! posted it again because I hated the background

[thomas-jefferson-miku-binder]

replacement

[florisbaratheons]

Casey Bloy's statements tell me that they are definitely doubling down on season 3 despite the fan backlash and GRRM's on statements. Calling GRRM, the creator of this universe, a "fan" is just fucking rude and immature. So prepare, folks. We're gonna get more of boring AF girlboss Rhae-Rhae, irritating simp Daemon, Robot Helaena, Evil Aemond, Traitor Simp Alicent (who will likely be fighting with Daemon for Rhae-Rhae's affections), and pathetic mess Aegon.

Yayyyyyy!!!!!

[from-ib-to-asshai]

saw a reddit post earlier ask this so i thought i would ask the same question here:

please leave your explainations in the tags/comments!

[sansastarq]

nooooo you don’t understand, it’s absolutely crucial that daemon learns about the song of ice and fire prophesy and the birth of daenerys’ dragons and the white walkers so that he realizes that he’s a piece of the puzzle that helped daenerys fulfill her prophesied destiny of uniting westeros, killing the night king, and saving the world! oh wait

[lilyslark]

reminder that it’s called a song of ice AND fire (not ice versus fire). like it’s so ironic that it’s always “team jon” or “team dany” when the whole reason that jon and dany are going to meet is to unite the realm against the real enemy, rather than squabbling over their differences.

what if we don’t constantly pit these two kids against each other. what if we appreciate both of their roles in the story. what if we give both of them the love that they deserve. then what.

[deadgirlwalked]

in an au where Rhaegar get's to be king and Theon is a ward in King's Landing, he and Daenerys bond over horses.

[hisuchanly]

diana gabaldon pulled out grrm on her blog and said that the showrunners of outlander completely ignored her and went against her wishes and that’s why now we have this mess and since she hasn’t written the last book yet we will have a show-original ending. it’s so joever.

[stuntdemon-6]

How could i let this happen?

Game of Thrones (show) fanfic. Robb Stark/reader. No use of y/n. Angst, hurt/comfort. 2,000+ words.

Tw - Non graphic injuries, talk of death and losing a spouse (although no one dies in this fic).

Summery - Robb returns from a battle to news of his wife, the reader, getting attacked while he was gone. He rushes to her side, driven by fear and anger and a deep seated guilt for having let any harm come to her. His mind is clouded by emotions and the only thing he can think about, the only thing he cares about, is making sure this his queen is alright. He couldnt bear the thought of losing her.

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Robb didn’t wait for the soldier to explain what had happened. He heard the words “Queen” and “injured,” and was already on the move towards her tent. Thankfully the soldier got the message and started walking along next to him, filling in the details as they went. Robb crossed the camp in swift, long strides. His focus narrowing down to a pinprick, thinking only of his lovely wife. His injured wife. 

The Lannisters had sent a small team of soldiers away from the battle, Robb’s man told him. Small enough that they were able to move in secret. They infiltrated the camp while most of the men were fighting. They had only one goal, only one target.

The Lannisters meant to break him with this, he knew. That was the only reason they would send operatives to kill his Queen. They meant to take his love from him, to tear out one of the last remaining shreds of light in his life, to leave him as a shell of the King he was before. Robb’s hand tightened around the hilt of his sword until his knuckles turned white. He could scarcely breathe, let alone think straight. There was a fog clouding his mind. He wasn't sure if it was from fear or rage. Either way, it didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was getting back to his wife. He threw open the tent flap, startling the occupants in his haste, but he paid little mind to that. A collection of soldiers stood inside, the small group that he had left behind to guard her while he was away on the battlefield, and every single one of them reached for their weapons before quickly realizing who he was and bowing. He didn't acknowledge them. Not yet. His eyes were fixed on his wife. 

She sat on the bed, propped up by pillows that she leaned heavily on as if lacking the energy to hold herself upright. There was a pristine white bandage wrapped tightly around her shoulder, and a sling holding her arm close to her chest. The healers had already seen to her, thank the Gods.

The sight of her, his lovely wife, his queen, in such a state had the anger bubbling in his chest reaching a boiling point. He whirled around on the men in the tent and roared, “What is the meaning of this? What kind of men let their queen be harmed on their watch?” 

“Robb,” His wife’s soft voice cut through the air, but he just shook his head.

His fists were clenched and shaking at his sides. Standing at his full height, still in his armor with blood splattered on him from the battle he’s just fought, he was a truly intimidating sight. The righteous anger of a King was not an easy thing to be faced with. The soldiers shrank back. “I entrusted you with her care, and you allowed Lannister men close enough to touch her. Tell me, were my orders unclear? Did I not specifically charge you all to protect her with your lives?” 

“Robb.” His wife spoke again, but her voice was stronger this time. He felt her hand close around his wrist and turned to face her. She had pushed herself off of the pillows to reach towards him. There was sweat beading on her brow, but she met his gaze steadily, and he could already feel his fury fading. A beat passed without anyone making a sound. Then, still holding his wrist in her hand, she turned to address the soldiers, “Leave us.”

The men, not daring to disobey their Queen and more than a little eager to get away from their King’s wrath, wasted no time in bowing and exiting the tent.

Robb couldn't look away from her. His eyes stayed glued to her face as the men took their leave. He listened to their footsteps fade away before releasing a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, “I could have them in chains for this.” He bit out, but there was less heat to his words now.

His wife shook her head, replying with ease, “They’ve done nothing wrong.”

“How can you say that?” He retorted, “They had orders to protect you, and they didn't. You’re lying in a sickbed because of their incompetence.”

“They tried to protect me.” She says patiently.

“They failed.”

“If they hadn't been there, i would have died.” More than likely, she meant to reason with him, to assuage his anger with logic. But her words did not have the desired effect. 

He flinched as if her statement were a physical blow. She was right, he knew, and he despised it. Those Lannister men had meant to kill her. They meant to take her from him. And they could have succeeded. As much as it pained him to see her like this, he could have been facing a far worse reality. The thought of returning from the battle to find her lying dead tore at his heart. 

Likely seeing the turmoil on his face, her expression softened. Her grip on his wrist gentling slightly. “I’m alright, love.” 

“You nearly werent.” He didn't mean to argue, but the words came out anyway.

“But I am.” She insisted. Then, after a pause, he watched her expression set in that way it always did when an idea came to her. He felt a tug at his wrist and his brow furrowed. Curious about what she was trying to do. He let her guide his hand to rest on her side, his palm splayed right over where her ribcage was. He could feel the steady beat of her heart through the fabric of her dress. The feeling of it, the reminder that she was still alive, still right there with him, had his breath coming a little easier. Some of the tension bleeding out of his frame. 

He moved to sit on the bed with her, not taking his hand off of her, unwilling to lose that connection and the reassurance it provided just yet. In the privacy of the tent, now, with only his loving wife to see, he let his shoulders droop. Dropping the kingly facade that he had to maintain around everyone else. He released a shaky breath, tearing his gaze away from hers as guilt began to claw at him. Staring down at the floor, he whispered, “How could I let this happen?” 

“This isn't your fault.”

“What sort of King am I, if I can't even keep my Queen safe?” 

She just shook her head, “This isn’t your fault.” When he still didn't seem convinced, still refused to lift his eyes from the floor as the weight of his failure continued to crush him, she reached out again. Her hand coming to rest on his cheek and gently urging him to meet her gaze again.

Robb was never good at denying her what she wanted.

He looked to her and his breath caught in his throat at what he found in her eyes. So full of love and care, a clear desire to reassure and comfort, but most strikingly a determination that he’s come to know well in their time together. His lovely wife had the kind of empathy that wouldn't let her rest until those she cared about were at ease again. He knew she wasn't going to let him harbor this guilt that she believed wasn't his to carry. Even if she had to sit here and argue for hours, use all of her wits and her most persuasive arguments to defend him to himself, she would see it through. 

Gods, what had he ever done to deserve her?

“Robb, you couldn't have known this was going to happen today.” She began, speaking in a low and soothing tone, “You took every precaution you thought was necessary. We both thought that I would be safe here. At least as safe as one can be during a war. You aren’t inside of Tywin Lannisters mind, you had no way of knowing that he was planning this. He’s the one at fault. Him and the men he sent to kill me. Men who are already dead and gone, cut down by the soldiers that you left here to protect me. They did their duty. And you did yours. I’m alive because you had the foresight to make sure that I wasn't left vulnerable while you were gone.”

Doubt and guilt still clung to his mind, but he couldn't find the words to argue against her. He didn’t have the heart to. Not when she was so set on convincing him not to blame himself. She looked so beautiful with that fierce kindness shining in her eyes, the determined set in her jaw even as her voice stayed soft and comforting. There was a conviction laced through her voice that proved she truly meant what she was saying. Not that Robb doubted it, he knew she wasn't the type to spout out pretty words that she didn't mean just for the sake of comfort. 

He wasn't convinced. He couldn't be, with her sitting in front of him wrapped in bandages and running out of energy by the minute. He swore to protect her when they wed and ever since, even the slightest pain or threat to her felt like he was failing to uphold that oath. But he was powerless in the face of her unwavering belief in him. Her support, understanding, and love. There was no possible way he could bring himself to press the issue with her, now. He nodded, watching the satisfaction in her eyes at having made her case well. Still, enough concern stayed at the forefront of his mind that the next words out of his mouth were, “I’m doubling your guard.” He spoke softly at first, but when he saw her mouth twist into a frown and that cute little line appear between her now furrowed eyebrows, his voice took on a firmer note. “That's not up for negotiation. Now that we know you’re a target for our enemies, I cannot leave you unprotected for a moment. You will have guards with you any time we are apart. And I will leave twice as many men to watch over you during battles from now on.”

She let out a sigh, no doubt seeing the futility in arguing over this, “If it will put you at ease, then alright.” He couldn't help the wry twist of his lips, “My love, I will not be at ease until the war is won. Until you and everyone else that I hold dear are safe at last. Home at Winterfell, where I can hold you in my arms and never have to leave your side again.”

“Well, one of those things can be accomplished now.” She responded with a small smile, before promptly shifting to make room for him to lie down next to her.

His wry smile morphed into a genuine one, an expression somewhere between fond and amused, “I’m still in my armor, dearest. I don’t want to get blood all over the sheets.”

“Then take your armor off already, and join me, my love.” She insisted, already lying back and getting comfortable under the furs.

Robb let out a low chuckle, teasing, “As my queen commands.” 

He stripped off the heavy, bloodstained armor with practiced ease, setting it to the side to be dealt with later. He laid his sword on the table as well. Always near enough that he can grab it if need be, he never could relax these days without having a weapon within arms reach. Before long, he was crawling into bed beside his lovely wife. She lifted the furs for him to climb underneath. He wasted no time in wrapping his arms around her, and felt her burrow into his chest as if it were the only place in the world where she belonged. 

It didn't take away the pain of the day. It didn't chase away the persistent gnawing sense of fear that seemed to be his constant companion since the war began. But he put those thoughts out of his mind as best he could, and focused only on the warmth of his wife's body in his arms. He tucked her close to him and rested his chin on top of her head, breathing in her scent, and silently thanking the Gods for probably the thousandth time for sending her to him.