#honorable oathbreaker

[ace-nding-god]

officially obsessed with my honorable oathbreaker, if no one's noticed

"oh but you go nuts with characters all the time-" I MADE A GODDAMN PLAYLIST FOR HER.

I need y'all to understand that I never make playlists.

[swordmaid]

til there's an oathbreaker dialogue when you meet aylin with balthazar

[heireign]

WHAT TAROT CARD ARE YOU ?

JUSTICE — what would you do to ensure justice? you know full well i don’t speak of lofty ideals and courts and magistrates, dearest. what would you do to those that hurt you? if I dropped them in your lap, what would you do? what kind of pain could you possibly inflict upon them? you are right to do so. you are right to want to do so. ignore the screaming, dearest, you are the hand of justice now, and they hurt you. do not look too closely at their faces, dearest. you are within your rights. you spell out your own rights, now. are you happy about it? are you certain that this is the right person you hold by the hair? does your anger hurt less now?

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tagging: @lenfear , @wulfmaed , @oflorien , @belayadeath , @sanctamater , @lcerys , and @zalarys

[mizku]

Sorrow's End Portrait

After beating the Baldur's Gate 3's Honor Run (first try by the way) I got inspired to draw my tav Sorrow's End or simply Sorrow. A former druid, then Paladin of Ilmater, and finally they became Oathbreaker. This was also an experiment piece where I tried out some newer Fire Alpaca brushes.

[elibunn]

few shots from a wip that i’m in love with look at themmmmnnm

[ilynpilled]

ye the story here is very much that u can only be the most moral person in the kg by being the worst kg lol

craziest thing about jaime is that when all's said and done he was actually probably the most honourable member of aerys' kingsguard. tallest dwarf and all that

[entitled-fangirl]

Thought of this little random drabble :>

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One by one, the Lords and Ladies of the realm bent the knee to Otto, giving their support to the Usurper, Aegon II.

Towards the back stood Y/N Stark, the only daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen. She was married to Lord Cregan Stark not long before.

What a mistake visiting her grandsire on his deathbed had been.

She watched them all bend to their knees until only a few were left standing. 

Overcome with grief, she hardly noticed the others being escorted out if they disobeyed.

Otto stood in front of her, his head tilted down as he studied her. "And House Stark?"

She let her eyes slowly wander up to meet his. "I…" She looked past him, the image of Lord Larys becoming clear. 

Her uncle. 

Perhaps in another world, she may have inherited Harrenhall, to rule in her true father's name. 

Now, she stood stiffly in the cold hall, the presence of the Iron Throne intimidating. 

"I do not know, my lord. I do not speak for House Stark, for I am not their Lord-"

"- But you are a Princess." Otto counted. "Surely you know more than you let on."

"Perhaps I do, and perhaps I do not." She gained a boldness and her shoulders pushed back. "I know many things. I was raised by a wise mother and brave father."

She noticed the way Larys' brow twitched.

She should be behaving in a wiser manner, but the amount of men and women bowing in the room was making her nervous.

"Princess," Otto cooed. "You've never known what a true father is."

Her jaw clenched and she looked down at the ground. "Aye, seems you do not either."

She flinched when he raised the back of his hand to her in frustration. 

"State the North's intentions," he growled.

"You ask me to tell you the way the sun rises and sets? Or the way rivers run? I do not have to. Such things never falter. Never change."

Otto let out a growl, "That is not entirely an answer."

"You've asked me to betray my own mother and her birthright. You ask Lord Stark to break an oath. These are both impossible to ask, my lord." She gritted her teeth, "Never has a Stark become an oathbreaker on a whim. Nor will I."

She tensed, waiting for Otto's reaction, but a sharp laugh came from him and he stepped back. "You've inherited your mother's gall. You do not know when to stop."

"If you plan to kill me, get it over with. One less thing on your plate. Makes all the more room on the table when Queen Rhaenyra serves your head on a platter."

Otto makes a small 'tsk' at her. "Your lord husband will be most angry with you."

"Cregan will be angered with you, my lord- for whatever it is you plan to do to his wife."

"Take her to her chambers. Do not let her leave. Write to House Stark and inform Lord Cregan that he must come to King's Landing to declare his loyalty. If not, I will send his wife back- in a bag."

A guard grabs her bicep and she begins to fight them. "If the North comes for your usurper, Lord Hand, he will fall."

Otto tilts his head back and forth in thought. "Perhaps. I will just have to ensure the North doesn't come. Just Lord Stark. Won't I?"

"I once thought you an honorable man!" She yelled as she was drug from the room. "You have no honor! You have no nobility! And all who stand with you! Cregan will murder you as you deserve!"

Pushing down the twisted feeling in his gut, Otto turned away from his old friend's beloved granddaughter to resume his plot.

He hoped it would work.

For anywhere Lord Stark leads, the North follows. 

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[franzkafkagf]

Thinking about the three times Criston Cole is mentioned in the main series. The first two mentions of Criston come from the POV of Arys Oakheart, a member of the Kingsguard whose soiled white cloak mirrors Cole’s own. He thinks about Criston, it's clear he does not really know what to make of this man; what were his motives, what goals did he chase? Criston and Rhaenyra. Arys and Arianne. Duty and Love.

All things come round again. The dragon eats its own tail, just as House Targaryen once cannibalized itself. The wheel turns, and the same patterns repeat. One knight kneels to defend the birthright of two women while the other took up the sword to cast a woman down from her throne.

When Arys sinks to one knee before Arianne and swears his sword to her, he casts himself as her champion and protector, a righteous defender of her claim. He is everything Criston Cole was not—or so he believes. Criston abandoned Rhaenyra for ambition or resentment, while Arys protects Arianne for love and justice. Ser Arys the Righteous, the knight who will stand where Criston faltered. A Queenmaker come to set right the wrongs a Kingmaker wrought long ago.

The final mention of Criston Cole comes from Jaime's POV as he gazes upon the White Book.

The White Book is sparse, reduced to titles and deeds, devoid of the messy truths behind them. Ser Criston did not simply make a king—he destroyed a king’s will. He did not merely defend the customs of the Andals—he sparked a war that tore the dragons from the skies and broke the might of House Targaryen. Ser Criston Cole, a knight of a house so minor its sigil is forgotten, shaped the fate of empires. "Kingmaker," they call him. Not oathbreaker.

"Kingslayer," they call Jaime. A villain. A man of no honor. Oathbreaker. Like Criston, he betrayed his king—but the meaning of that betrayal is lost in the shadow of the act itself. Jaime slew Aerys to save thousands. Criston betrayed Rhaenyra for Aegon, for ambition, for duty—or perhaps for nothing more than wounded pride. The truth of Criston’s motives, like Jaime’s, has been buried.

The wheel spins endlessly, grinding down the truth until only fragments remain: Criston the Kingmaker. Jaime the Kingslayer. One who made a king, the other who killed one. And what goes around comes around.

[amazingabellini]

Every Single Thing 621 is Called on Rubicon

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The Freelancer Who Had It All

[vanilleandclove]

the meadow in which you lay | 6

ser erryk cargyll x arryn!reader | chapter six: a raven disguised as a crow

Upon reaching Dragonstone, the ideals of allowing your love to pursue his oath unabashedly and correctly ring through your head, only problem is, he is unabashedly and correctly understanding the means of loving you whilst being sworn into an oath.

word count: 1.5k | warnings: me when the reader is avoidantly attached like every man i have once encountered, LUCERYS, tooth-rotting love confessions. | a/n: currently listening to thoroughfare by ethel cain, this part is going to be angsty i fear.

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Erryk and yourself had reached Dragonstone come the set of the next sun, seeing flames in the distant, you felt a lump in your throat as you both approached the scene. As three, now Queensguard, drew their swords at the sight of Ser Erryk as another announced your name and title. You found yourself holding Erryk, lacing your arm within his.

"I mean no harm brothers" Erryk told the guards, Daemon signaling them to rest their position as Erryk took the Crown of Jaehaerys I and Viserys I. Erryk kneeled, swearing fealty and his life to your dear cousin, her eyes filled with shock before they caught yours, the look of love it was.

"I swear to ward the Queen with all my strength and give my blood for hers. I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children. I shall guard her secrets, obey her commands, ride at her side, and defend her name and honor" Erryk swore as Daemon took the crown from his hands, crowning your cousin before kneeling. Soon after, you all kneeled, besides Rhaenys who just gave your cousin a nod of both pride and honor.

After which, Erryk found himself walking to you, resting his forehead on yours "I am sworn to a Queen now" he whispered, you nodded as there were no words to say, his hand found itself on your waist. You bit your lip lightly, forbidding yourself from letting your emotions be on display.

"You- We must go" you whispered back, choosing to bite your tongue rather than tell him how much you love him, you too, would give your blood for his. You removed yourself from the hold of his, finding your now Queen of a cousin to hug her, she had a stillbirth and was crowned within the next turn of the night.

"Any secret would you like to share?" Rhaenyra joked to ease the mood, you looked at her somberly, "There are men in the Kingsguard whom are oathbreakers and heathens. He is not one of them, no matter the vow of chastity".

"There is a war to be fought over the succession, I fear his blood being in me more than it is defending you may cause some feats we can prevent" you told your cousin before giving her a warm hug.

Towards the end of the sunset, you had not spoken a word to Erryk, simply walking side to side with your cousin, even in the war room. You chose to remain distant, it was the easiest way for you, but you knew it was cruel to Erryk. Near the end of planning and Daemon's outburst, your cousin dismissed all of you. You quickly made your way to your set chambers in Dragonstone.

Your peace interrupted by a knock on your door, opening the door to be met with Erryk, hair completely down and armor retired into sleeping attire. You opened the door wider to invite him in, not speaking a singular word.

"I was raised in the Crownlands" Erryk started, fidgeting with his fingers lightly, "I was knighted into the Kingsguard alongside my brother when we were just eight and ten. By then, I was privileged to be infatuated with this Lady of the Vale. At times, I regretted the decision of my oath seeing that I would potentially have to see her marry a higher lord, siring his children, and live a life that I was not in. Extremely selfish, I loved this Lady to the extremes that it did not matter what oaths I took or swore" Erryk confessed, your lips parted from the confession. "Tell me you do not love me and I will forget everything we shar-".

"I love you Erryk" you shook your head, "You are the only man I have ever loved and found myself waiting for; I cannot let you go, ever". You walked away from the knight, going to your vanity, "There is a war to be fought, blood to be spilled, I cannot fully love you the way I am able to under these conditions".

"Come the end of the war then," Erryk told you optimistically, "I will marry you". You smiled at the promise of certainty, you looked into the knight's eyes once more, eyes reminiscent of the ocean. "I should go to my quarters; we both have long duties to be served".

You nodded in agreement before Erryk left your quarters. There was an exaggerated feeling of anxiety in the air, the unsettling pit in your stomach led that feeling to increase by tenfold. Taking a breather to look outside your chamber's windows, wondering if there was a reason. You seemingly shut out all the worries that clouded your mind in order get rest, must the gods punish you like this? Without reason?

Come morning, the anxiety diminished, as you entered the war room, you took place next to Erryk. His hand found a place on the small of your back before his fingers brushed through your hair, he admired the color and how it flowed, he loved the feeling, even with his gloved hand.

"Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, first of her name, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lady of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm" Erryk shouted as your cousin made her way into her war room before her people.

As the lords planned out the war, spitting out ideas that quickly faltered, your cousin being the only one whom held restraint, Daemon's temper led him to be excused on his own terms. You positioned yourself opposite of Erryk, next to your nephews.

"The Lord of the Tides! Lord Corlys Velaryon and his wife the Princess Rhaenys Targaryen" Erryk announced out of nowhere as the lords ceased their dispute. Your back straightened from the announcement, fearing the words that were yet to be declared by Corlys, your hand found itself resting on your blade.

Though you did not have to worry as much, as Corlys swore anew his oath to your cousin, giving his land for her cause. One of the happiest of memories it was in the war room. As Jacaerys advocated for his mother's cause simply putting that he and his brother should be the ones delivering the messages to Baratheon, Arryn, and Stark. Though you swore allegiance to your cousin, it was Jeyne who had a say on whether House Arryn would ride for your cousin's cause and claim, you trusted Jace in the care of your Jeyne, though she was kind, she always had been fierce for the sake of your house.

It took upon hours, the sun had since set, yet you and the lords strategized the war, surprised the lords took your words into consideration despite the sexism you faced to that of the Lannisters and Hightowers. The Lady Arryn must close her mouth as well as her legs, Alicent once teased as she figured out your affections were set to Erryk, you were near ladies of nine and ten, as she married Viserys and sired him children- boys to be exact including sweet Haelena, Rhaenyra married Laenor, you remained unmarried.

It was only until Daemon came back into the war room, that feeling of anxiety came back once again, your back straightened, only Erryk took notice as his hand reached for the small of your back. You shrugged him off, giving him a look of worry, as the room went silent, you reached for the raven's words that nearly left your cousin's hands in defeat.

Your heart dropping, a gasp leaving your mouth that quickly turned to sobs, the raven delivering the message of crows.

Prince Lucerys Velaryon, heir to Driftmark, has been slain in a harmless dispute with Prince Aemond Targaryen.

Harmless? Harmless be the murderous instinct both Aemond and his older, drunken, usurper brother, Aegon exhibited when your nephews were their kin and significantly younger than them yet constantly berated. Your blood ran hot, boiling even, your ears rang to the point where you could not hear the words that came from Erryk's mouth.

[ace-nding-god]

A wolf will never be a pet.

[aurora-darling]

some thoughts on Zevlor's reaction to Astarion feeding off you; Zevlor x romance reader x Astarion

Zevlor hates Astarion to begin with because he's a vampire. Hellriders have horrible history with vampires. He would never trust one, let alone talk to one. The only reason he does with Astarion is out of respect for you. You make him have faith in Astarion, albeit a small amount.

He's jealous and suspicious of your behavior around that vampire. Did you shiver just now? Why is he following you around? Does he have to lean close when speaking to you? Why do you look sick? Zevlor wants you to tell him, please. He's watching you with concern, his brows always furrowed. Zevlor might even draw his sword when he makes eye contact with Astarion.

How did he find out you were a meal ticket/response? He found you pale and near death in your tent. Your poor neck is bloodied and bruised. He gasps and checks you for a pulse. He had brought you flowers for helping Arabella. He kneels before you. He's a paladin first and foremost. Even if you were a cleric and better healer than him, this man heals you himself. You're weak but alive. He hushes you when you say you'll do it and stays to guard you that night. He watches over you silently, you have been attacked by that thing. He stays awake and watches the fire, his elbows on his knees. His horns are low, and he looks feral as he grinds his teeth together. His heart beats faster. His face is a deeper shade of red. His mind is plagued with thoughts of you and that thing. Of Astarion over you, his body, his mouth on you, his fucking hands on you. He cracks his neck as he thinks of Astarion making love to you.

He's moving straight to Astarion, sword drawn and marching with intent to defend your honor. And maybe revenge for himself too. How in the nine hells you managed to catch him in time you'll never know. Zevlor is angrily comparing Astarion to a parasite as Astarion lands blows about foulbloods and ex-hellriders. You try to nudge between the two before someone gets hurt. Finally, after some help, you're able to separate the two, and you walk Zevlor back to his chamber. You spend the night explaining your situation.

You are an angel in his eyes, and he trusts you, but he is on full alert now. Man is your personal bodyguard and caretaker. He doesn't care what needs to get done, sit down and eat. Drink clean water. Carry more potions, love. Stop arguing and rest. He stands guard when IT eats and pulls his sword out when Astarion takes too long. He tolerates zero pleasure between you and Astarion.

Oathbreaker Zevlor is counting down the days until he can get rid of Astarion. You and Zevlor need to live your lives and Astarion needs to go. He is always there for you, worried over your safety. He watches you, craving your attention. He's obsessed over your love for him. And can you blame him? He's lost his God and his self-respect. His position in power and his brothers-in-arms. His home. Everything. All except you. His Angel. The one who makes him young again. He can't lose you too.

He won't.

And he refuses to share you.

[nrilliree]

I find it funny how people are like "of course the people went back on the oaths! what did Rhaenyra expect?!" as if this isn't a socity that is hellbend on honoring oaths and why the red wedding happened bc Robb broke his oath to marry one of Frey's daughters and married another girl and fathered a child with her as well.

I know a lot of them would turn against their friends for a snack but oaths in the medieval age were serious and there were serious consequences that came about if the person who swore the oath BROKE IT.

This is enough to take even on pure logic - if breaking oaths were not a big deal in Westeros, then in the case of Jamie, "kingslayer" and "oathbreaker" would not be almost equal epithets with which he was insulted. And yet it was so. And yet the power of the oath turned out to be stronger than the power of the dick, which is why Rhaenyra ultimately had more support.

[ladystoneboobs]

theon's thoughts of his existing black wardrobe when considering the watch has been talked of plenty, but let's not ignore the rest of this fantasy which is imo even funnier. bc a) he remembers jon snow joining the nw as a selling point but fails to consider what it would mean to meet jon again after taking wf and supposedly killing bran and rickon and b) he describes it as a life of honor but assumes he can bed wildling women, which watchmen usually see as the most dishonorable kind of sex, not just patronizing the whores south of the wall but sleeping with the enemy. his newly-turned and fleeting ambitions of captaining a ship at eastwatch, rising to first ranger and even lord commander look downright logical and realistic compared with forgetting the celibacy vows and the motive he's just given jon snow--who never really liked him to begin with--to oathbreak by murdering him on sight. (tho, funnily enough he is kinda foreshadowing jon's soon approaching experience of sex with a wildling woman and facing accusations that his black cloak was indeed turned, even after rising to the position of lord commander. biggest difference is jon did not plan and go looking for a wildling lover, was unaware of his own possible princehood, and ygritte likely would not care about jon's royalty except to joke about it if they did know.)

[dreaming-tonite]

Opening the discussion on what class members of the batfamily would be if they are dnd pcs because in true nerd fashion, all my current hyperfixations must have intersection points even if it means creating one myself:

Bruce — battle master fighter (ngl superiority dice confuses me sometimes but imo it is such a versatile and tactile class to play)

Dick — college of swords bard or hexblade warlock (not as focused on the charisma/performance aspect of things but still makes attacks using charisma stats over strength stats)

Barbara — I’m torn between school of divination wizard or knowledge domain cleric subclass because the former seems a bit too on the nose but it does make sense?? Tho i also think cleric honors her role as support (also clerics are so underrated, spirit guardian is literally one of my top spells)

Jason — path of the berserker barbarian OR oathbreaker paladin (im not a big fan of the black-and-white alignment styles of like “oathbreakers are innately evil” but the fact that this is the common idea makes for great plot potential)

Tim — bladesinging wizard (ngl im not sure about this one but i picked wizard for the int stats)

Cass — gloom stalker ranger (literal definition of you wont know what hit you until you are hit)

Damian — half-elven(*) assassin rogue

(*under personal preference, everyone is human unless specified because the charm of batfam to me is always that theyre not “meant to be” heroes but consciously become one. HOWEVER, elven al ghuls just seems like such a cool concept)

[agentrouka-blog]

Can Jon take Sansa’s name by marriage? Even if he could, to me, it seems that he’ll remain as a snow, (yk he’s motherless, friendless, oathbreaker, turncloak, etc etc, all his speech of that), so if they have children, then they will be bastards? Or is it possible that they inherit their mother’s name? (Maybe King Bran ends up legitimizing them) The whole topic of bastardy and names is very interesting but confusing 😭😭😭😭😭😭

While it is not common, I don't think it would be utterly unthinkable for a man to take his wife's family name, especially if he is a bastard and she is of a nominally higher rank. Though that wouldn't be strictly necessary. Jon could remain a Snow and have Stark children if he is married to a Stark.

Bronn doesn't take the last name Stokeworth when he marries Lollys, but any child they have together is bound to be a Stokeworth, most likely.

Changing one's name is definitely possible, in general:

"I will, ser," said Leobald, and only then raised the matter of Lady Hornwood. Poor thing, with no husband to defend her lands nor son to inherit. His own lady wife was a Hornwood, sister to the late Lord Halys, doubtless they recalled. "An empty hall is a sad one. I had a thought to send my younger son to Lady Donella to foster as her own. Beren is near ten, a likely lad, and her own nephew. He would cheer her, I am certain, and perhaps he would even take the name Hornwood . . ." (ACOK, Bran II)

A child born in wedlock is not a bastard, even if a parent is a bastard. And people have changed their last names specifically to make this distinction:

 "She was the fairest treasure of the Maidenvault. Lord Oakenfist the great admiral lost his heart to her, though he was married to another. She gave their son the bastard name of 'Waters' in honor of his father, and he grew to be a great knight, as did his own son, who put the 'Long' before the 'Waters' so men might know that he was not basely born himself. So I have a little dragon in me." (AFFC, Jaime I)

Then there's the story of the Karstarks, whose name evolved from the original Stark name (though no bastardy was involved).

Names can be flexible.

Plus, by the time we get toward the ending of the books, there is bound to be room for some changes in social mores and traditions, given the levels of general upheaval. They will not just return to the old status quo completely. Not in terms of female inheritance, probably, and not in terms of bastardy.