#game of thrones text

[asparklethatisblue]

House Tully, and the fate of the three children of Hoster Tully after the War of the Five Kings

[scorpiusartistry]

A Lion should never concern himself with the opinion of sheep.

Or should they, because I think the sheep would tell them all to go therapy.

Sketches of Queen Cersei Lannister, Jamie Lannister, Tyrion Lannister, Tywin Lannister, Joffrey Baratheon, Myrcella Baratheon and Tommen Baratheon, my favourite dysfunctional family.

[ultraviolencekisses]

hotd textposts part 4 (i made so many of these 😭)

[alicent-targaryen]

NOT A COW BUT A BULL. SOMETHING POWERFUL, WITH FEET HEAVY ENOUGH TO TRAMPLE GODS.

[dragonsbone]

JOSANA & TYWIN LANNISTER

their rise & their fall

text in order from left to right:

❝ even my niece seems to understand strategy better than the lot of you. ❞ — tywin lannister ❝ you favor your niece more than your own children. tell me, have you given any thought of changing the line of succession? i’m sure that would go well with cersei. ❞ — tyrion lannister ❝ i served as his cupbearer. i observed his councils. i stood at his desk. everything i’ve learned, i’ve learned by my lord uncle’s side. ❞ — josana lannister ❝ my little birds report the lady josana remains to be loyal to her uncle. ❞ — varys ❝ the lannisters are not to be trusted, even the lady josana. they say she and tywin are cut from the same red cloth. ❞ — catelyn stark ❝ ah yes, tywin always did speak so highly of you. of course, you’d never know, given how scarcely you two are seen together now that you’re in the capitol. ❞ — olenna tyrell ❝ you were the only one he truly cared for since since my mother died. now, i fear he cares for nothing at all. ❞ — jaime lannister ❝ from the moment you betrothed her to the enemy, your prized pupil has been whispering the secrets of our family in the stark boy’s ear. ❞ — cersei lannister ❝ i wouldn’t be surprised if that bitch’s pup was actually his… mother says she never strayed too far from grandfather’s side before he sold her to the stark traitors. now she can barely stand the sight of him — i do suppose murdering one’s cunt of a husband does cause a rift of sorts. ❞ — joffrey baratheon ❝ both your daughter and niece were crowned queen, and yet… you’ve stripped the one more worthy of her title. how peculiar that a man as ambitious as yourself would do such a thing.  ❞ — oberyn martell

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[helaenamyqueen]

jon “I dun want it” snow would have hit it off with rhaenyra “what would you have me do” targaryen

[goldlightsaber]

period film with sophie turner and kit harrington and the plot is literally when a woman (played by sophie turner) meets a man from her past (played by kit harrington) and it changes EVERYTHING…like that is LITERALLY the jonsa post-finale sequel….

[gaykingslayer]

people act like alicent and rhaenyra being the focus of the conflict is bad for faux feminism reasons and its so fucking stupid. “heurheur they’re just going to make it a misogynistic catfight like they did with sansa and daenerys”. big fucking news for you, women can be each other’s enemies and political opponents 🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯 they can want each other fucking dead and that doesn’t make it silly, badly written or a ‘catfight’. also, daenerys and sansa weren’t queer coded and they had no compelling history at all so even comparing rhaenicent to that is an insult. get your lets braid each other's hair and call each other bestie hihi girl powah out of here.

[vroombeams]

Possessiveness & Public/Semi-Public for Oscarmark :)

Oscar goes to one knee before the throne.

He's magnificent, Mark thinks, this creature that has come to him from the sea. A gift from the Drowned God, surely.

"Rise," he says, and Oscar stands, body poised in that careless way he has—deceptive in its looseness, shoulders dropped and face bored.

Mark starts to unlace himself. Oscar stays, impassive. He waits for his command, like a good dog should.

"Another job well done," Mark says, absent as he pulls himself from his breeches, finds himself thickening already.

Oscar dips his head in some approximation of a bow. "My lord." Barely an acknowledgment. His eyes, when he lifts them, are like the rest of him. Feigning disinterest like silk over a sword.

Mark gestures him over, one-handed.

Today, Oscar's brought a bounty; things he's taken from merchant ships out at sea, paid the iron price for. Weapons, and gold, of course. Lush fabrics that Mark has no use for but will trade well with the greenlanders.

Oil, from Dorne. Oscar offers him this personally.

When Mark pours it into an open palm, the oil is deliciously thick, slicks his cock with ease. Smart boy, that he's brought this today.

Mark only has to pat his thigh for Oscar to move. To unlace and climb up into Mark's lap. The throne is wide enough to fit them both. Oscar's knees and thick thighs, snugly bracketing Mark's hips.

Oscar tugs down his trousers just enough for Mark to find what he wants, and he sits obediently when Mark presses against him.

He doesn't speak. In one motion, he braces his hands on the armrests and sheathes Mark inside of him, and Mark settles back in his chair. The only sign he's been breached at all is the pink on his cheeks, stark against bone-white flesh.

He's as tight as the first time, and just as quiet. Quiet even in the times when they've no oil to ease the way, when Mark knows it's spreading him beyond what a body should be able to take. Things that don't matter. Not to Mark, and so not to Oscar.

Oscar doesn't move until Mark smacks sharply at his hip.

He is a vision. Fucking himself on Mark's cock, pale face gone blotchy red. His lips part and he pants with the exertion. Mark has no use for pretty things, but he can appreciate how Oscar is lovely the way the sea is. Dangerous. Merciless. Like salt-water pulled into the shape of a boy, with the loyal heart of a dog.

Oscar shuffles forward on his knees and grips the back of the throne for more leverage. Mark allows it. From here, now, Mark can watch Oscar's lashes flutter as he finds his own incidental pleasure.

He whispers Mark's name, sometimes, when it's like this. No my lord. No title at all, and Mark allows that as well. Because he is in every other way perfection; stone and salt, blood and steel. Everything an Ironborn should be.

[hauntedbythenarrative]

Alicent shitposting pt.24

[june-rambles]

[catofoldstones]

The essence of the series - so eloquently put by ms ellaria sand

[one-time-i-dreamt]

Tyrion Lannister was playing hide and seek with Margaery and Loras Tyrell. 

[ultraviolencekisses]

hotd textposts part 5

[alicent-targaryen]

DIDN'T YOU LIKE YOUR CHILDHOOD?

[daenerys-stormborn]

Hāros Bartossi // With Three Heads - Ti Mikkel  

Fire breather Winged leader

But two heads To a third sing

From my voice: The fires have spoken

And the price has been paid With blood magic

With words of flame With clear eyes

To bind the three To you I sing

As one we gather And with three heads

We shall fly as we were destined Beautifully, freely