#modern house bolton

[fleurdeliet]

[axelsagewrites]

Okay so got a modern jon snow smut coming tomorrow (pun intended). After that I'll be working on the next request which was roose Bolton then a robb/jon one. Gonna also start working on a part 2 to the lucerys study date which I definitely did not possibly maybe definitely kinda forget about (I need to make a list geez)

[sapphire-writes]

Thin Ice (modern!HOTD)

pairing: Aegon x Reader & Cregan Stark x Reader

summary: The morning after the hockey house party. Aegon's first study session and some confusing feelings that have begun to develop.

word count: 2.8k

warnings: 18+ series (suggestive & crude language, descriptions of sex, debriefing about sex) general language & mature themes

note: nothing super spicy this chapter but hope you enjoy my loves 😘

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previous chapter ~ Ch. 3: Breakfast of Champions ~ next chapter

The morning light streams across your face waking you from your dreams. Your head throbs slightly, in tandem with your heartbeat. Your mouth feels dry as though it was stuffed with cotton. 

You moan, turning over in the bed. Campfire, the smell of roasting marshmallows. You bury your face in the pillow inhaling the scent. The flannel sheets hug you, keeping you nice and toasty like the marshmallow being held over the flames. 

You hear noises from outside the room, and as much as you do not want to leave, you know you need to. You sit up, looking down at yourself. Baela is lying on her stomach, snoring slightly, her silver curls splayed out around her head. The room is cluttered, but not a total disaster much to your suprise. You figured Aegon would be messier. 

Shit, you need water. And an Advil. Damn, your head hurts. 

“Bae,” you groan. 

Baela moans in response. You poke her cheek, and she swats at your hand. 

“Leave me alone to die,” she groans. 

“I smell bacon,” you tell her, nostrils flaring, “You think these jocks know how to cook?”

“Tell them to send up some eggs Benny and I’ll be square,” Baela grumbles into the pillow. 

“Right away, madame,” you tell her, getting out of bed.

You rise from the bed looking down at yourself. A baggy t-shirt that reads Knights Hockey. You remember changing, spinning around for Aegon, and him holding your face. His thigh under you. You stand a little straighter.

Aegon fucking Targaryen.

Your eyes widen remembering more of the night. Holy shit. Your cheeks warm and you swallow the lump beginning to form in your throat. Baela groans, still facedown in the pillow. 

“Bae,” you whisper, “I think I-”

A crash of pots and pans is heard from downstairs, followed by a string of curses. Baela lifts her head, meeting your eyes. 

“Maybe make sure they’re not burning the place down?” she asks, rubbing sleep from her eyes. 

You nod, eyebrows scrunching together. Baela lets her head hit the pillow once more. She’ll sleep all day if someone lets her. Baela firmly believes that a night out needs an entire day of recovery. Debrief can happen over dinner. 

You glance in the full-length mirror that hangs on the back of the door, smoothing your bedhead and making sure you’re somewhat presentable before walking downstairs. Red solo cups litter the hallway along with left-behind vapes and other party memorabilia. You tip your toes around, gingerly walking down the stairs. They creak with every step, signaling your arrival. 

“Shit!” a voice says with another crash, “Fuck this grease keeps burning me-ah!”

You walk into the kitchen where John Umber is battling a frying pan full of bacon, the grease crackling and popping splashing him. He’s wearing a flowery apron making him look like a mother grizzly bear. He yelps again, throwing a dishrag over his bare arms. Brandon Karstark and Erryx Cargyll are seated at the counter, laughing at their friend and teammate. 

“Girl,” the voice of Reese Bolton says, as he brushes past you into the kitchen.

The laughter stops and all eyes turn to you. It’s silent for a moment, despite the crackling of the bacon before you walk over to the stove, turning down the heat. Reese sits down at the table. 

“You’ve got the heat too high,” you tell John. 

He points the tongs at you, eyes narrowing.

“Tutor girl,” he says, nodding with appreciation, “Saving the day.”

Brandon Karstark chews a mouthful of cereal watching as you sit down at the corner of the counter. Erryx glances at you sideways. Reese is the only one who seems unbothered, almost cold, and indifferent about your presence. John turns the bacon in the pan, lifting the finished pieces onto a paper plate. 

You meet Brandon’s gaze and he quickly looks away. It’s like they’ve never sat with a girl before eating breakfast.

“What?” you ask, “Do I have something on my face?”

Reese turns from the table he’s sat at. Squints at you. 

“I don’t see any cum residue on your face, so I’m guessing Aegon didn’t sleep with you,” he says, rather nonchalantly.

Your eyebrows shoot up to your hairline at his crude remark. You don’t know much about Reese, but you’ve heard he’s a dickhead. 

“Dude,” Erryx says, and it's echoed by the other guys. 

“Just saying,” Reese says, going back to his phone.

“We’re friends,” you tell them, “Just friends.”

“Such good friends,” Aegon says yawning, entering the kitchen, “I don’t sleep on the couch for just anyone. My neck’s gonna be bothering me all week now thanks to you.”

His grin is playful, bedhead endearing as he scrunches his nose at you. He’s shirtless and you can see the head of his dragon tattoo snaking around his hipbone. It must travel down the length of his thigh, but only the head is visible on the side of his stomach; the rest disappears below his gray sweats.Your stomach flutters pleasantly and you watch as he pops slices of bread into the toaster. 

“Here ya go, my lady,” John says putting the plate of bacon in front of you, “Do you like eggs? I can cook them any way you want them.”

“Out resident chef,” Brandon tells you, blushing as he does. You give him a small smile.

“Scrambled?” you ask and John nods.

“Coming right up,” he tells you, saluting you.

“Hey can you do eggs benedict by chance?” you ask him.

“That’s a little fancy,” he comments, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Baela’s favorite,” you tell him.

“Well in that case,” he says, “I can make some magic happen.”

You chuckle. Aegon is smiling, his side profile facing you as he butters his toast. He brings the plate in front of you, resting his elbows on the counter. His eyes are rimmed with purple, from lack of a good night’s sleep no doubt. Lips swollen, as though they’d just been kissed. They had, by you, just a few hours ago. Your lips tingle with the memory. 

Aegon bites into toast, playfully pursuing his lips.

“You sleep well?” he asks, “Ready to tutor the fuck outta me?”

“Always,” you tell me, taking a bite of the bacon provided. 

His smirk grows. He seems to like that you play the game with him. Aegon offers you the second piece of toast which you take, grateful for some carbs in your stomach. 

“Have you seen Sara?” you ask, wondering where your best friend was.

No sooner than you spoke her name, a loud banging begins upstairs. Rhythmic and solid, followed by a flurry of grunts and moans. Aegon’s eyes look up toward the ceiling, then back to you. Your mouth drops open.

“No way.”

“Yes way,” Aegon assures.

“They’ve been at it all morning,” Erryx confirms.

Damn. You cannot wait for the debrief later on. 

Aegon grins as the noises continue, taking another bite of toast. 

You decide to leave after breakfast (and hauling Baela out of Aegon’s bed) to go to your apartment and shower before meeting Aegon at the library to study. You’d much rather take a nap, as Baela intends to, but a deal is a deal. 

Your shower revitalizes you, the water washing away the feeling of sleeping in a frat house. You stay in extra long just because. When you finally emerge, the apartment is still quiet. 

“Sara?” you call but don’t expect an answer. 

Her location confirms she’s still at the hockey house. Damn, Jace Velaryon. You text Sara, letting her know your plans, and then text Aegon. 

“I don’t get it,” Aegon says, hardly a whisper even though you’re in the library.

You raise an eyebrow at him. It’s been an hour of this now.

“Why are they in…the cave?” he asks again, violet eyes tired.

You take a sip from your coffee. Second of the study session. You rub your temples with your fingers. 

“It’s an allegory,” you tell him. Again.

He blinks at you, as though you’re speaking High Valyrian. 

“Yes,” he answers, with no conviction behind it, “Why don’t they leave?”

“That’s the point,” you tell him, “Aeg, you’re so close to the point.”

He frowns, jaw slacking as he reads it again. You sigh, pulling the book away from him. Aegon glances up at you with wide violet eyes. He’s like a puppy, you’ve realized, cocking his head to the side trying to decipher what you’re trying to tell him. 

“Can we talk about something else?” Aegon asks, leaning back in his seat.

You fold your hands on top of one another.

“What do you want to talk about?” you ask.

His eyes narrow mischieviously.

“Your conversation with Stark.”

You tilt your head to the side. 

“What about it?”

“What did he say?”

You shrug, crossing your arms. You chose a comfy sweatshirt for this study session and its warmth makes you want to fall asleep. 

“He called me cute, and said we could finish the conversation another time.”

Aegon rolls his eyes at your answer. 

“You’re so dramatic.”

“What? Why?” you ask frowning.

“You were basically crying last night that he didn’t like you!”

“Well, he left!” you tell him, jutting your lower lip out in a pout.

“To drive someone home!” Aegon argues. 

“Not someone, his ex-girlfriend!” you tell him, raising an eyebrow. 

“He’s just a good guy, you don’t see him complaining about you hanging with me!”

“He did.”

Aegon pauses, eyebrows raising. 

“Wait, what?” he asks, smirking. 

“Well, he asked about us hanging out, if we were seeing each other,” you tell him.

Aegon’s smile grows, revealing his perfect teeth. He must’ve had braces as a kid, no one is born with a smile that perfect. Or maybe they’re fake, his family is wealthy enough. 

“What did you say?” he asks.

“That I’m just your tutor!” you say, taking another sip of coffee.

Aegon’s eyes bug out of his head. 

“Bunny!” he scolds.

“What?”

“You could have made him sweat a little more,” Aegon argues.

“I don’t want him to think we’re dating,” you tell him, frowning.

Aegon simply shakes his head, giving you a pitying look. It makes your stomach flip, the way he looks at you. 

“You don’t know how any of this works, do you?” he asks, in a chastizing manner. 

You sigh, tilting your head back, looking at the ceiling. 

“I think you’re the one being dramatic.”

Aegon waves you off.

“Do you even know how pissed Jay Lannister was when he saw you with me?”

Your face flushes, and you can feel the blush creeping up your neck towards your cheeks. Aegon’s eyes flicker across your face, down your neck, and over your exposed shoulders. It’s like he has laser beams behind those violet eyes, the heat seems to follow where he looks.

“Bet he texted you,” he challenges and you shake your head.

“I blocked him,” you tell him, causing the corner of his lips to pull up into a smirk.

“Good girl,” he praises, chuckling softly, “Bet he tried to text you. He was wrecked after our little display.”

You break away from his eyes. Little display. He’s been teasing around the topic all day. He has to know what happened, there’s no way he doesn’t, right? Your eyes flicker to his lips.

Ask me again when you’re sober.

You part your lips to speak, but Aegon speaks first. 

“Speak of the devil,” he murmurs looking behind you. 

You turn, expecting to see Jason, but instead, it's Cregan Stark placing a book on the counter, returning it before he moves to leave the library. He’s freshly showered, with his long brown hair pulled off his face in a low bun, and his beard nicely trimmed. He’s wearing black sweatpants that hang low on his hips, accentuating his thick thighs. You feel your mouth water slightly. 

“Now’s your chance, bunny,” Aegon encourages. 

“Be right back,” you tell him, rising from your seat. 

You walk towards Cregan, calling his name as you get closer. He turns, smiling as you approach him. Gods he’s handsome. Your heart beats erratically in your chest as you stand in front of him. 

“Hey stranger,” Cregan greets you, “How are you feeling?”

“Okay,” you tell him, smiling softly, “Did Aly get home safe?”

“Oh yeah, no problem,” he tells you, “Sorry I just bailed on you like that.”

“No worries, I think it's sweet you drove her home,” you tell him.

“Your friend…Sara right? She and Jace really hit it off,” Cregan tells you.

You could say that.

“Yeah, they did,” you tell him.

Cregan wets his lips.

“We should go out, the four of us, and do something fun,” he tells you.

Holy shit.

“Yeah, yeah I would love that, and Sara would be so down,” you tell him, nervously rushing your words. Cregan smiles.

“Let’s do it,” he tells you, “Can I get your number?”

You nod excitedly, not trusting your voice. Cregan hands you his phone and you put your number in, sending a text to yourself. As you hand him back his phone, Cregan narrows his eyes playfully.

“It’s your real number, right?”

“Yeah,” you answer, giggling.

“Good, cause I’ll hunt you down, it’s a small campus,” he playfully threatens.

You giggle again, unable to stop yourself. Your chest feels warm with his playful banter. 

Aegon watches you from his seat, eyes shameless roaming over your body. Observing the way you cross your arms behind your back, rolling back on your heels nervously as you converse with Stark. How your leggings are molded against your legs perfectly, leaving little to the imagination.

Aegon can feel you pressed against him as you were last night. Hear the soft sounds you released, feeling you riding his thigh. He bets you’d feel fucking amazing riding his cock instead. The though makes him hard and he switches the way he’s sitting, trying to find some relief.

He can’t think like that. You’re Helaena’s friend. Her best friend. He’s caused Helaena drama in the past and he won’t do that again.

No matter how much he wants to.

Besides, you have a deal. 

Aegon shakes his head, clearing his thoughts as you prance back over to him. More a happy skip than a walk. 

“I have a date,” you tell him, smiling wide, “A double date. Score!”

“Nicely done, bunny,” he tells you, watching you bite your lip.

“Okay,” you say sighing, “back to the cave.”

When you return home several hours later your apartment is dark, and empty. Saturday night should be more lively, but you decide a night in may be just what you need. You drop your bag of takeout on the table and sit down, scrolling through your phone.

You hear the door to Sara’s room open and the sound of her sock-clad feet padding down the hallway. She emerges in Jace Velaryon’s sweatshirt, the hood up covering her whole head except her face. She’s wearing her comfiest pair of socks and seemingly nothing else.

Sara winces as she sits down in the chair across from you. You raise an eyebrow at her.

“Hello, beautiful,” you tell her, “it's nice to see you this evening.”

“Yes I know,” Sara sighs, “I’m sorry for being MIA all day, I was kidnapped.”

Your eyes widen. 

“Kidnapped?”

Sara smiles mischievously, nodding. She bites her lip, leaning forward and grabbing a fry from your takeout container. 

“Two words,” she says, clasping her hands together, “Jace Velaryon.”

“Tell me more,” you insist, wide eyed.

“Massive cock-”

“Sara!”

“Super freak-”

“Ohmygod,” you squeal. 

“He doesn’t look like he would have a horse cock, right?” Sara begins, “But girl. Massive. Like, I’m in pain. Glorious pain, from his massive schlong.”

“Ouch,” you tell her, “massive? MASSIVE Sara? That sounds painful.”

“This boy split me in half,” Sara says, sighing dreamily, “over, and over, and over again.”

You place a hand over your heart.

“I heard,” you tell her earnestly.

She squeals at your expression.

“No you did not!”

“Just a little! In the kitchen!” you tell her laughing.

“Ohmygod,” she says, covering her face, “So fucking worth it. He’s so sweet. We spent all night cuddling, we didn’t even fuck until the morning. He’s so cute, girl, I like him so much.”

“Good because we have a date,” you tell her, smiling slyly. 

Sara gives you a quizzical look. 

“I’m sorry what?” she asks.

“You and Jace, and me and Cregan,” you tell her. 

“Not Aegon?” she asks.

You frown. 

“No not Aegon,” you tell her, “That’s weird. Why would you say that?”

She shrugs.

“You two seemed awfully close last night, that’s all,” she comments, stealing another fry.

You blink as she stares at you.

“He was just helping me out,” you tell her and she nods.

“Whatever you say bestie,” she says smirking.

“Can we go back to talking about Velaryon’s monster cock now?” you tease and she claps her hands together.

“Of course we can,” she says.

The rest of the evening is spent debriefing but you can’t shake the thoughts from your head around what Sara said about Aegon. Whatever. You have a date, with Cregan. This is what you wanted all along. Right?

note: OOOOOO the feelings are coming 🤭 y'all know me, you know how much i like to make things messy, and its coming i promise hehe

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[kingsmoot]

Theo's situation in a modern AU... Mobster AU where all the great houses are criminal gangs of various degree of "respectability" and entrenched "legitimate" business. After a gangwar the Baratheon-Lannister-Stark syndicate took Theon hostage to keep the peace (on pain of getting strangled and melted in acid) a la Fargo season 4. Ramsay is actually a brutal undercover cop who loves taking part in all the violent crime, and in a double twist might have some relation to Stark consigliere Bolton.

rams as a serial killing cop when his secret father is a mob boss consigliere is cutes and makes me far more interested in that relationship, actually.

i don't love crime families as a substitute for houses not because i think it's a bad translation, necessarily. i think it's fun and touches on some of the canon dynamics in an interesting way. i just don't really go for organized crime stories. i prefer cat and mouse single killer true crime procedurals a la hannibal (books, movies, and tv series), true detective, and mindhunter.

but that said i would love to take a peak at the greyjoys in this au... especially wrt the return to the old way and aeron being a revivalist.

the roose and ramsay father/son mobster/cop dynamic though is so compelling setting theon on a shelf for a moment this is way cooler. especially because of how well this scenario could translate for the unnamed miller's wife. raped by an ultrawealthy career criminal with powerful political ties to the stark sindicate so you push your rape baby into becoming a cop because it could afford him a way to get close enough to his father to undermine him.

[ladygreywritesstuff]

Stardew Valley:

Dig Deep -- Farmer/Marlon -- 12/12 Chapters

Stargazers -- Farmer/Marlon -- a sequel to Dig Deep -- 1/? Chapters

Just Enjoying the View -- Farmer/Marlon -- smutty one-shot

Other one-shots and drabbles

Game of Thrones/ASOIAF:

What Storms May Blow -- OC of House Frey/Barristan Selmy -- 25/29 Chapters

A Promise Broken -- Tywin Lannister/Joanna Lannister -- drabble

Elevator Music -- OC/Tywin Lannister, Modern AU -- one-shot

Kissing Roose -- various/Roose Bolton -- drabble collection

Wrong Address -- Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth, Modern AU -- 3/3 Chapters

True or False -- OC/Roose Bolton -- 26/26 Chapters

Not Today -- Arya Stark/Jaqen H'ghar, Modern AU -- 3/3 Chapters

Therapy -- Roose Bolton/Fat Walda Frey, Modern AU -- one-shot

Protégé -- Roose Bolton/Arya Stark (aged up), Modern AU -- one-shot

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[wodania]

ASOIAF modern AU notes 💕

Summerhall was an old age home that Egg had been sent to by his kids Jaehaerys and Shaera, Egg accidentally burnt it down and died alongside fellow senior Dunk, and Egg’s other son, Duncan. Rhaegar was born on the front lawn of the old age home beside a fire truck 💕

Rhaegar does ukulele and acapella covers on the early days of the internet, and he’s only famous bc he’s the presidents son. His posts got rlly fucking weird in his final days before he mysteriously died while visiting his cousin Robert. Probably on those reddit icebergs under “darkest videos ever uploaded”.

Every one just accepted the fact that Rhaegar and Jon were dating even though they straight up weren’t, magazines were reporting on it with photos of the two together and captions like “Elia writing divorce papers??? See more on page 69!” (they definitely slept with each other AT LEAST once though, confirmed by a high end reporter’s audio recording, possibly Varys, who Jon trauma dumped to while super high)

Golden Company is a biker gang someone put that in my tags once and it stuck. Jon went from appearing in the kind of stuff the heir to a company and friend to the presidents son would appear in (rlly corporate looking images and interviews plus a few photos of him playing golf or something) to the wildest vids and photos of golden company biker gang parties imaginable. He was a fugitive but Aerys and Robert and Cersei all didn’t consider him high priority so he’s just been let wild.

Young Griff dresses like a sports brand ambassador and is actually probably a sports brand ambassador thanks to his double nepotism (father was rhaegar and other father was Jon). Young Griff accidentally caught Jon in one of his instagram lives and the internet went wild over the sight of Jon actually doing something normal for once. Young Griff is Aegon’s stage name, taken from Jon’s biker gang era nickname Griff.

There’s CCTV footage of Jaime killing Aerys but Tywin payed off the cops so it’s okay. Conspiracy videos on YouTube about it get copyright flagged when they show the footage.

Loras and Renly are some of the most controversial men on the web bc on one hand they are gay but on the other they are gym bros and Loras had a misogynist era when a video of him calling Brienne a wench at one of Renly’s parties surfaced. Mace had to do damage control. Loras also probably made a post like “hate when other gays flaunt their gayness” when he was 14 and everyone always brings it up (he still stands by it). Mace again has to do damage control.

Renly later died at one of his party’s due to what was attributed to ‘accidental causes’, but many, including Loras, believe that there is something deeper to it. Brienne was arrested for suspicion of committing the murder but was let go after like a day. Jaime payed off most of the ppl who accused her, but Loras is vocal about hating Jaime and he regularly insults him under his posts.

Robb was a presidential candidate who got murdered at his uncles wedding and it was a big deal and the true crime community was all over it the moment the news dropped. Jaime is under investigation… again. Videos are still getting copyrighted.

Bolton house got raided by some government agents and they found Theon and a bunch of human skins in the basement. The media had a field day with that one. Asha attacked the press when they tried to get photos.

Robert still got mauled by a boar it just got caught on camera this time. It’s like the JFK assassination tape in that it’s super accessible and on YouTube under age restriction bc it’s “educational”.

[visenyaism]

in modern au westeros, do the targaryens count as old money? i know they have been around for like 300 years now but i can see like a bolton or a hightower being like “anyone who showed up in the past 1000 years could leave in the next 1000” (v targeted comment)

i mean probably old money given that they’ve been aristocrats the whole time (even if in valyria they were middling) but there was definitely a sense that they were foreign in the beginning before the conquest. arguably the doctrine of exceptionalism encourages that but it’s hard to be new money when you literally founded the country. When we compare them to the houses that are considered “new money” like the tyrells, brackens, cleganes, or baelishes, that isn’t really their situation at all

[the-californicationist]

Goldfish (SanSan AU) - 7/8

Warnings: descriptions of abuse, canon-mentioned abuse and domestic violence, mention of ramsay bolton, modern au, oral and vaginal sex

Arya’s car was still gone when Sandor pulled into their driveway. Sansa suspected she was staying with Gendry, the on-again-off-again boyfriend, and she hoped it would be a while until her return. Emboldened by Sandor’s petrol station promises, she stepped off of the bike and handed him back his helmet. Then, the question she was going to ask came out as more of a command,

“Come upstairs.”

Sandor’s face read shock and amusement, charmed by her sudden forcefulness. She laughed at herself, just as surprised, and tried to cover up her tracks,

“I mean, if you want to, you can come up. Do you want to?”

“Do I want to come up?” He was still straddling the bike, but he pulled her to him by her waist, forcing her to part her legs to allow his knee to press between her thighs. 

“Yeah,” she played with the hem of his shirt, “to my room.”

His voice was a low whisper now, suggestive and dripping with intent,

“Do you want me to come up to your room, little bird?”

She nodded, kissing him chastely, biting her bottom lip.

“I need to hear you tell me. Say it, and I’ll obey,” his whisper was a dark threat now. 

“Come upstairs. To my room,” she said. All the forcefulness returned, this time on purpose.

“Aye,” his thick, northern accent felt like her favorite coat, all warm and familiar. He rose from the bike and stood over her, rubbing the side of her neck, running a large hand beneath her jaw, making her feel boneless. 

She fumbled with the door, mentally cursing Arya for her paranoia, then sheepishly thankful to have a sister who cared so much. He followed her through the house, uninterested in the tour, simply trailing behind her heels, ready to be commanded again. 

“And this is my room, for now, at least,” Sansa explained as she swung open the door. Other than a king mattress and a borrowed IKEA frame, there wasn’t much to see. At the end of her marriage, she hadn’t been allowed to buy things. Anything she did buy would have been burned. There was no point. It made her feel even further from normal than she already was. 

As if shaking her out of her thoughts, Sandor shut the door behind his back with a click, and leaned against it, waiting. His eyes never left her face, studying her, trying to anticipate her needs. Patient. 

She turned toward him fully, her back to the bed, and untied the bow at her neck again. One button. Another. Another. She hesitated. He was watching her like a hawk, and the air around them was so still that they could have felt a ghost walk between them. 

“Still don’t want me to see?” His finger went up under her chin, lifting her face from her button-pulling. His thumb ran softly across her mouth. 

She yanked the shirt off her shoulders, looking him dead in the eyes. He didn’t explore. He saw, but he didn’t need to look. 

He kissed her, hard. She snaked her hands around his waist, finding the skin beneath his shirt and feeling his smoldering warmth. Then, he stopped, very abruptly. Waiting again. Her most compliant soldier. 

Matching her intensity, he shucked off the heavy moto jacket onto her floor and stretched his shirt over his head to follow it. She looked. 

She had seen him shirtless before. She was fifteen, left alone while Joff went out with friends, sulking around his house, haunting the hallways and empty mansion rooms. She’d gone down to the basement; the second galley kitchen was a lot less intimidating than Circe’s state-of-the-art, stainless monstrosity, and she was always hungry. A small gym lay between the door and the kitchen, and Sandor had been there, fighting a heavy bag. His punches had been so loud, popping against the bag in a ferocious pattern. She could see his uncovered muscles, strangely large when her mind compared him with Joff's frail form. The Hound's thick flesh was pulling against his big bones as he struck, trembling from the force as each punch found its mark. He hadn’t heard her come in, and she had been so unsure of how to approach that she just stood there, watching him work, sweat running in little lines around his neck and down his back. Then he’d noticed her in the tall mirror against the wall. She remembered how he had stared into her face, not donning his rehearsed, deferred expression when Joff was around, usually finding her shoes easier to look at than her eyes. But not then. Then, he had put his hands on his hips, struggling to catch a breath, face flushed pink from his exertion, abs expanding and contracting in an animalistic rhythm, bearing his gaze down into her, looking at her like he was starving and she was his meal. 

He was softer, now, and bigger. His muscles had grown considerably over the last decade, and he looked impossibly heavy. No longer was he the sinewy, underfed mongrel snarling under a lion’s paw. He was well-fed. Healthy. Ready to take down any big cat. The muscles leading up into his neck fascinated her. Big, rope-like cords, growing high out of his prominent, round shoulders, making his body appear like a shield, broad and impenetrable. 

There were scars on him, too. She hadn’t noticed any back then, other than the scorched mask spilling messily down his neck and chest. Now, his fire-marks were joined by violent blemishes like closed-over punctures, obvious stitches, and a collection of purpled, keloid tears. Fighting wounds. His own war story unfolded before her for her appraisal. She put her hand on his chest, feeling his thick hair and brushing her fingertips across it. He trembled beneath her touch like she had burned him, gooseflesh spread up his arms and along his neck. Testing the waters, she leaned in, her own bare breasts making contact with his stomach, and she felt her nipples graze his skin before pressing into his abs. Her mouth landed on his sternum, softly planting a long kiss there, almost reverently. He let out the breath he had been holding onto. 

“You can look,” She whispered into his chest, staring up at him.

She took two slow steps back toward the bed and sat on its edge. He knelt before her, not pausing to explore despite her invitation, one knee digging into the hardwood, the other finding space between her legs. Sandor was so tall that he matched her seated height. He began to kiss her again, skipping her mouth and going right for her neck, his hands planted firmly on either side of her hip. He moved lower, holding her around her ribs then, sucking at the sides of her breasts, taking big, long licks over her nipples. His warm breath caressed the wet swaths of skin, heightening her sensations there. 

With a big, calloused hand, he rubbed across her stomach, moving around her ribs roughly, squeezing her, making indentions in the skin, leaving flushed streaks behind. He tugged at her gently, pulling her body to his mouth with strong movements, shaping her breasts in his hands. He spent his time discovering what made her eyes flutter, or not. Then, he pulled his mouth away, placing his hands back at her sides, and although he was breathing heavily, she could tell he was waiting for her again. 

She smiled, a hint of sadness at the edges of it, her speech staggered and choppy,

“I should have gone with you. At Blackwater Lake. Joff’s lake house. After the fire. If I had left with you, none of this would have happened.”

“I shouldn’t have left you there. It was my mistake, not yours, little bird. Mine.”

[irlplasticlamb]

now we need to know your book asoiaf ships omg

OH MY GOD THERE’S SO MANY LET’S GO LET’S GO

let’s start with ones that make a bit more sense/have some book evidence, in no particular order: jaime/brienne (okay this one IS my favourite asoiaf ship…… you can’t even imagine how hard i cried over the “i dreamed of you” scene OKAY), ned/cat, theon/jeyne (jeyne poole is my BABY btw!!! need to draw her at some point!), stannis/davos, jon/satin, jon/val (jon IS bisexual, grrm told me himself), roose/barbrey (coming out as a house bolton stan. so sorry, their pink murderous charm bewitched me. also barbrey dustin is so 💘💞💝💕💖💓💝💕💝), robb/theon, jon con/rhaegar (i am a rhaegar HATER but i also cannot get over sad pining and the inherent tragedy of this ship…… i love being a hypocrite hehe), renly/loras (they’re so slay in the books), ashara/ned, robert b./ned

and NOW for the ones that simply exist in my head because i am UNWELL: sansa/aegon “young griff” (they’re my RIDE OR DIE!!!! RIDE OR DIEEEEEE!! also there IS a very compelling theory about the possibility of aegonsa becoming canon so i shall remain delulu forever), jaime/elia (i once read a fic in which jaime helped elia and her children escape and rhaenys kept calling him “sir lion” and oh my god… oh my GOD), jon/satin/val (jon and the two bad bitches he pulled by being a good boy), arya/myrcella (I JUST WANT ARYA TO KISS GIRLS, honestly this ship mostly applies to the insane modern au i have in my head but shh), sansa/dany, cersei/melisandre (when they’re evil and they’re sapphics….. also the fire motif……….)

and honestly…… there’s probably more and i just DON’T REMEMBER

[flowerandblood]

✨ Requests Full List ✨

List of your requests on fanfics, oneshots and headcanons. I will update it on a regular basis and mark which ones I am working on, which are already finished, and which ones have been published.

⏰ Waiting | ⭐ In Progress | 💐 Published | ✨ Finished

The list shows requests that I was able to take on and that I feel comfortable with, but I will not give exact dates when they will appear. I want to publish all of them for sure, please, be patient. Thank you for your understanding!

⭐ [ The Raven! • Aemond x female ] ⭐ [ Aemond x Bolton! • female ] (accident on the dragon) ⭐ [ canon • Aemond x Royce • female ] ⭐ [ dark • Aemond x dragon blood • female ] ⭐ [ prince regent • Aemond x prisoner • female ] ⭐ [ The Brave • Aemond x Stark • female ] ⏰ [ Aemond x Baratheon! • female ] (drunk Aemond) ⏰ [ Halloween! • Aemond x female ] ⏰ [ Michael Gavey x literature student! • female ] ⏰ [ modern • Aemond x cafe waitress • female ] ⏰ [ doctor • Aemond x patient • female ] ⏰ [ canon • Aemond x witch servant • female ] ⏰ [ Michael Gavey x popular friend! • female ] ⏰ [ Ettore x med! • female ] (repopulate) ⏰ [ Maleficent • Aemond x Sleeping Beauty • female ] ⏰ [ Anna Karenina • Aemond x female ]

✨ [ arranged marriage • modern!Aemond x female ] ✨ [ dark vampire! • Aemond x female ] ✨ [ modern! • Aemond x sexworker! • female ] ✨ [ modern! • Aemond x short!fem • volleyball players ] ✨ [ religious • modern!Aemond x female ] ✨ [ mensturation! • Aemond x female ] ✨ [ Aemond • Targaryen x Valyrian! • female ] ✨ [ Aemond x clairvoyant! • female ] ✨ [ gamers • modern! Aemond x female ] ✨ [ Aemond • Targaryen x Iron! • female ] ✨ [ Aemond • Targaryen x House! • female ] ✨ [ Aemond x Baratheon! • female ] ✨ [ Aemond • Targaryen x mermaid • female ] ✨ [ regency! dark! • Aemond x female ] ✨ [ modern! • Aemond x Alys!sister! • female ] ✨ [ Aemond • Targaryen x servant! • female ] ✨ [ professor! • Aemond x student • female ] ✨ [ modern! • Aemond x friend! • female ] ✨ [ modern! • Aemond x Helaena!friend! • female ] ✨ [ modern! • Aemond x stepsister! • female ] ✨ [ modern! • Aemond x friend! • female ] ✨ [ modern! • Aemond x Helaena!friend • female ] ✨ [ dark academia! • Aemond x female ] ✨ [ modern! • Aemond x rich! • female ] ✨ [ modern! • Aemond x little sister! • female ] ✨ [ Amor! • Aemond x Psyche! • female ] ✨ [ sworn protector! • Aemond x princess! • female] ✨ [ pirate! • Aemond x hostage • female ] ✨ [ Aemond • Targaryen x widow • female ] ✨ [ Aemond • Targaryen x Strong! • female ] ✨ [Jack the Ripper! • modern!Aemond x female ] ✨ [ Phantom of the Opera! • Aemond x female ] ✨ [ Ettore x doctor assistant • female ] ✨ [ Frollo! • Aemond x Esmeralda! • female ] ✨ [ Jane Eyre! • Aemond x female ] ✨ [ Aemond • Targaryen x Lady! • female ] ✨ [ modern! • Aemond x Arryn! • female ] (widow) ✨ [ Aemond x wife! • female ] (postpartum depress) ✨ [ canon • Aemond x flat chested! • female ] ✨ [ Aemond x betrothed! • female ] (trip to town) ✨ [ Hamlet! • Aemond x Ophelia! • female ] ✨ [ Michael Gavey x obsessed! • female ] ✨ [ cafe! modern! • Aemond x female ]

I can combine some of the requests if I think that they will fit together, so always read the descriptions of my fanfics carefully.

[ask-paradox-and-friends]

NEW BATTLE

WESTEROS VS THE UNITED EINHERJAR KINGDOM

Modern fantasy in two different directions.

Westeros info:

Height: Varies among the species

Weight: Varies among the species

Known combatants: The Nights Watch, Armies of the Seven Houses, The Dragonlords, White Walkers, Giants, Wights, Jon Snow, Tyrion Lannister, Ned Stark, Daenerys Targaryen, Khal Drogo, Drogon, Rhaegal, Viserion, Ramsey Bolton, Karl Tanner, The Mountain, The Viper, The Night King, Wun Wun.

Weapons: Swords, Daggers, Axes, Hammers, Spears, Bows, Crossbows, Tooth and Claw, Fire

Strengths: All warriors are trained in combat, Vast numbers, White Walkers can only be killed by Dragonglass/Valyrian Steel/Fire, White Walkers can turn the dead into Wights, Giants are extremely hardly and can take dozens of blows before death, Dire Wolves are nearly on par with humans intelligence wise.

Weaknesses: All warriors and races are mortal in some way and can be killed accordingly, None of the seven Kingdoms hold true allegiance with each other so would see an opposite house dying as more of a bonus than a drawback, Drogon and his siblings aren’t truly tamed and when enraged Daenerys cannot control them, Because of the presence of several Dragons on the battlefield the White Walkers are under constant threat of Dragon Fire.

United Einherjar Kingdom.

Height:varies among the people

Weight:varies among the people

Known combatants:The shinsengumi corps, the Galtrov army, the Toppat Armada, the Ebony Bolts, the Forces of the Council, Toukan Clan, Tengu Gang, Chivalrous Shinobi, Uzumaki Clan, Yamamoto Clan, Rusters, Doll Class-N, Devil hunters, Legion Yamamoto, Menema Uzamaki, Okita Soji, Inoue Genzaburo, Nagakura Shinpachi, King Reginald Copperbottom, King RHM, Queen Pelia Galeforce, Prince Hurburt Galeforce, Prince Dimitri Petrov, Ivan, Igor, Ivanna, Isadora, Treble.

Weapons:Swords, Guns, Spears, fire, magic, arrows, clubs, canons, explosives, Funai, shirikens, tooth, claws, acid, elemental auras, Bare hands.

Strengths:all the warriors are trained in combat. The type Ns being cyborg nomus are rather hardy and hard to stop unless stabbed in the head or throat. The Amries have access to Rideable Horses. The shinobi have access to stun bombs and can dodges really well. The devils can regenerate and fight as long as they have blood. Treble and the dragons have near human level intelligence. Treble can change size and command wind magic while the dragons are fire proof and blade resistant. Due to the Einherjars prove themselves to each other the Forces of this kingdom will stand side by side for singular goals.

Weaknesses:All the fighters are mortal in one way or another. To even things out the Einherjars are not avaliable in this battle neither are the gods or demigods. The N-types are braindead and can not think for themselves. Treble got his name as he's prone to being a troublemaker. The dragons and Griffith are only loyal to the royal family and those they view as friends. Dragon fire and magic dosent discriminate auras usually have charge times and often only get used in situations where the fighters are at half health. The Yamamotos are crazed and have little sense of self preservation and the Uzumakis are prone to emotional outbursts if wronged. The shinsengumi are known to be aggressive battle crazed 'Wolf like Men'. Igor the youngest dragon is still a youngling. Almost the entire army are seemingly weak to Explosives.

[writingsofwesteros]

Alright let’s talk Bolton OCs

So we’re all familiar with the “murderous maniac” type Bolton ocs. And while they are fun, I think it’s interesting to consider what other kinds of Boltons existed. I very much doubt that many of them were the pinnacle of mental health, given well…. Everything about the house. But I think it showed in different ways.

Maybe there’s a Bolton man who was a charming, social, and (seemingly) sincere person who enjoyed the company of others and seemed to be a very reasonable person. He has no problem putting people at ease. Making them feel genuinely seen and cared for. As to how much he ACTUALLY cares, that’s a different story. He’s not vapid per se, which makes it worse. He’s quite clever. He just isn’t above using faux care to complete something. Ironically I imagine him to not have much of a desire to inflict pain, as much as he has a desire to use everything at his disposal simply because it seems like the obvious option. Why shouldn’t he become close to someone if they know information? It’s useful to know things. Why shouldn’t he make as many friends as possible? Being well liked is important. And why shouldn’t he lie as much as he does? Nobles are brutal if they notice any openings. Better to be the one taking advantage then to make the mistake of putting faith in someone. He isn’t necessarily bitter or sadistic. Just has terrible morals and doesn’t feel shame about manipulating.

If other members of his house criticize his methods, or his lack of ambition, he’d just remind them that thanks to his ���methods” they’re a step ahead. He does believe in the importance of “our blades are sharp.” He just doesn’t believe the blade you can see is the most useful one. He likes to think of himself as a more modern member of his house

And come on why complain? He’s being helpful! Better than being just another lazy noble. He’s contributing to the interests of the House!

Tbh this character doesn’t necessarily need to be male. Could be equally interesting as a lady. Just thought of a guy in the moment since we were talking male OCs

ADORE THAT! Like you say, its nice to have differences for sure in households - they can't all be the same even though there is a blanket of similarity .

People begin to trust him with secrets as well; their lips are loose around him.

[thiswaycomessomethingwicked]

So I was thinking about modern AU!Grima, and I had the idea of him having a secret fondness for trash TV courtroom shows; he loves the bickering and the drama and just the overall schadenfreude of it all, and I wanted to get your opinion: In a modern setting, what genres/films/shows do you think Grima would enjoy?

love modern AU!Grima - he's a hot mess no matter what but now he has access to Twitter.

(oh no, the worst person you know has access to twitter [affectionate])

I can totally see him being into things like Law & Order, Run Away Jury (lol) and so on, but also Judge Judy and bad day-time television of that ilk. There's a part of me that also thinks he'd be into bad reality television like Love Island because he likes the interpersonal drama and chaos. He also is aware that they cut and edit for the greatest dramatic effect so likes to try and guess what was actually happening before the crew spliced it to make it Melodramatic.

He'd enjoy his political dramas like House of Cards (both UK and US versions), the Goodwife, Vice, Designated Survivor, Kingmaker etc.

We all know he watched Succession - I can't tell if he would be into it or mildly annoyed by it. The lack of real consequences might get to him after a while (like, 'oh no, they lost this $9million deal, what a shame. Too fucking bad it's just pocket change and doesn't mean anything to them' [grumpily eats pasta and complains to Eomer. idk, they're always together no matter the world or iteration I have going in my head]).

However, I can see him totally invested in their interpersonal dramas and how they're all utterly despicable people just living their lives (just like him). He'd have a Thing for Shiv. Literally just watches the show so he can see her in well-tailored trousers perching on a counter top or something. Eomer is like, 'Really?' and Grima's like, 'what?? I'm only human.'

I can't see him being into Game of Thrones or other shows and films of that nature because the politics are so unrealistic and nothing works Like That.

Eomer would be like, 'That's not the point. The point is terrible yet sexy people doing horrible things but also dragons and battle scenes.'

And Grima is like, 'so first off, the political machinations make no sense. Also "power is power" fuck that. That's not---ugh never mind. Second off, Ramsy Bolton's people would have lynched him. He's a quasi-Gilles de Raiss and they hanged and burned that bitch. Third off--'

Eomer, 'it's fine babe, you've made your point.'

Grima, 'I'm not done. I have a List.'

Because he likes puzzles, I can see him being into the slow, melancholic murder mysteries like Happy Valley, Three Pines, Bletchley Circle, Karen Pirie etc.

In general, I don't think he's a fantasy or sci-fi person. He likes his political dramas, biopics, some thrillers (but he's picky), some historical dramas (again, picky), some mysteries etc. He'd for sure be a bit of a pedant when watching shows or movies - but only about really specific things. Otherwise, he's fine if shows just follow Rule of Funny or Rule of Conflict/Chaos.

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Thank you for the ask! <3 <3

[northernglorie]

House Bolton: History & Current Culture

House: Bolton

Hold: The Dreadfort

Sworn to: House Stark of Winterfell

Houses sworn: Oak and Scots

Ruling Noble: Lady Glorie Stark (nee Bolton)

Original Name: The Camintierra, or Camin (kah-MEEN-tee-AIR-uh, or kah-MEEN)

Societal Structure: Tribe, formal House

Religion: Old Gods of the Forest; Tierra Madre, the belief that departed ancestors make up the world around them and act as servants of Mother Earth's will. Heavy themes of reincarnation are present and honored.

*ooc note: longer details can be found under the cut ♡

Brief History

Long before the creation of House Bolton and their stronghold, even before the invasion of the first men, stood a proud tribe of people who lived harmoniously with the Children of the Forest. The Camintierra, or Camin, believe their origins to lie under the earth and tales passed down by generations of their ancestors emerging from their cavernous tunnels after volcanic devastation are an integral part of their culture. So much so that said caverns are considered sacred ground, and offerings are left by members of the tribe in exchange for guidance, wisdom, and blessings.They are located on either side of the location now known as the Dreadfort, one facing northwest in the heart of the Lonely Hills, and the other sits southeast about a mile walk after crossing Weeping Waters. Extent of the land they settled stretched from the current Sheepshead Hills, Last River and down to White Knife.

For thousands of years, the tribe endured invasion, war and constant assimilation and a detailed timeline can be found within scrolls tucked away in the dungeons of the Dreadfort. Transition from tribe to House Bolton gave way to the rise of a great chief, who was the driving force behind the formation of the Red Kings. Conquest was ultimately unsuccessful, seeing the loss of not only they’re lives, but those of their supporters in Wolf’s Den. They were forced to bend the knee twice and abandon their occupations outside of the Lonely Hills and surrounding, having only the center of their ancestral lands to keep for their own. They were also made to abandon some cultural practices, such as the flaying of their enemies, though it was said to have been practiced once in public by Belthasar Bolton and then in secret within the confines of their hold.

Some traditions have been kept and modernized, including the speaking of their native tongue alongside the common, Oracion de la Noche, and their wedding ceremonies. Lords hold unofficial titles of Chiefs in the community and have varied participation in kept traditions.

Customs

Birth: The coming of life into the tribe is considered the most sacred of events. When expectant mothers began to show, they were carried by the men in her family to the Chief, who blessed the growing stomach with oil anointed by the shamans and then carried back to rest for the duration of her pregnancy. She was doted on by female members of her family and was not expected to contribute to Oracion offerings or wedding precession journeys by foot. When time for the birth came, her mother or closest maternal figure is the one to deliver and the men of both families wait outside of their home with gifts until the first cry is heard. Father is then ushered in to bond with wife and babe and are allowed a week to spend without obligation for contribution. Close families will hunt and provide for them. Once the bonding time has expired, the communities come the heart of town for a naming celebration, where the child is anointed outside of the womb, given a name and officially welcomed to the tribe.

House Bolton keeps few of these traditions alive today. The mother is no longer carried to the Chief, but visited in home by Ruling Lord or Lady for anointing of the womb. She’s also exempt from contribution, but allowed to attend ceremonies if accompanied. Births are overseen by shamans, but can still be performed by a maternal figure. Parents and child are allotted the same week of bonding time, though its usually much shorter and the child is still anointed by a shaman when named. The initial celebration is limited to the ruling family, and townsfolk still hold small feasts of their own in honor of the new addition when they receive word.

Marriages: In the days of the old land, power was not measured by title. It was proven by physical strength and wedding customs highlighted this way of life. Father of the bride-to-be would chop a large tree down to the stump and cut a section off in preparation. The entire community would then begin the journey to the wooded area now known as Karhold. Once they reached a marked off point, the groom-to-be would attempt to carry this log the rest of the way in a show of strength. If he succeeded, he was fit to be her husband. The bride also had to participate by simply lifting the log from the ground when their destination was reached. If she did, then she was meant to be his wife. If either failed, the community had to offer their own single children until a match was made so that the ceremony would not end in vain. This wasn’t the conclusion to the precessions. Bride and groom were left in the woods for a singular journey home, as opposed to joining the rest of the community as they traveled home. This was meant to show their willingness to provide for each other in the riskiest of situations, and when they arrived together they were meant with a home built by their families and a feast in their honor. Marriages were initiated at the age of 14, usually by a partner close in age.

Wedding ceremonies are the most evolved tradition of them all, with the ruling family hardly having any participation in that of lowborn townsfolk. Couple is still expected to have a precession, but it’s limited to their inner circle of family and friends. The location has changed to the ancestors' cavern within the Lonely Hills with the shrinking of their borders, a much shorter journey which is allowed to be made by horse or foot. Tradition of lifting the log is simplified to simple, handmade totems which are carried along the journey and presented to bride and groom upon arrival to the sacred cavern. Once favor is shown, they’re blessed by an accompanying shaman and given the choice to leave with the precession or participate in the journey of survival that their ancestors did. Families can either build the home prior to their marriage, since there’s less chance of a failed ceremony or house the newlywed couple is until their own home can be built. A celebration is thrown by the grooms family and all are welcomed to give well wishes.

Death is a solemn time for most, but the Camin saw it as the beginning of a new life. Heavy believers in reincarnation, the body of the deceased was anointed by a shaman before the adorning began. Those closest to them would gather all things of importance, along with effigies of what they wished to come back as in the next life and place them on a pyre. Once completed, the pyre was carried to the cavern located by the Weeping Waters by mourners, who sang songs to gods begging for their loved ones' wish to be granted. If the pyre burned a deep red, the gods have heard their plea. If it burned bright blue, the deceased has wrongdoings left that never saw justice and they were.reincarnated into a tool of learning associated with whatever indiscretion they left unchecked. The mourning family was then guided back home, with the Chief and his family behind them in support and exempt from contribution for a week of mourning.

Death is still held in this regard today. The ritual is carried out, with the exception of the ruling lord or ladies presence and the same signifiers are used to know where the deceased spirits lie with the gods. They are also exempt from contribution or tax at this time.

Traditional Festivals & Practices

Oracion de la Noche- The Night Prayer, when translated to the common tongue. During the Long Night the Chief would collect offerings from the members whether it be food, drink, totem, or warm clothing in the center of their main settlement. After all has been collected, it’s walked by the entire tribe to the outskirts of their lands for non-members in goodwill. Acts of service are smiled upon by their gods, according to retellings, and they often end their journey back with a community meal and song. All Oracion offerings act as either a ticket to the tribe or to keep the impending threat of the Others at bay. Should a Child or man show up with a familiar offering in hand, they’re taken in by the family who contributed it.

Current observations limit the journey they take and the offerings they give. Offerings after their Rebellion were taken to the caverns instead and twice a year, during both Summer and Winter Solstice they carry their gifts of personal, hand-carved totems to a place of the shamans choosing. Ruling Lord or Lady leads the people in favor of a Chief and participates in the community gathering afterwards.

Camintierra Games- In an effort to preserve what little culture they were allowed after the Rebellion of the Red Knights, son of former lord Inacio Bolton put into place a tournament to bring morale back to a beatdown people. Men would gather into teams of varying sizes and train for a week leading up the the tourney. Categories of hunting and fighting amongst others were the most highly regarded and when time came, the men would travel to the Lonely Hills to compete with each other while women stayed behind to pass their knowledge of cooking and preparation of cachaca (a drink made from potatoes and fruits similar to vodka). When the men arrived, the Chief would bless the winners' families with gifts and join everyone in a celebratory feast.

The games are still a highlight of the holds summer. It’s one of the few traditions the ruling family has heavy participation in, but the games have been moved to surround the Dreadfort in light of the realms ongoing struggles. They are also opened to non-natives and people of different cultures are encouraged to join if they so happen to visit in the duration of the games.

Despellado- Flaying, when translated to common tongue. It was believed that skinning enemies at the heart of the settlement and making the journey to sacrifice it to the ancestors' caverns would bring luck in war to the tribe. The practice continued long after their assimilation to the First Men and gave birth to the later legends of Boltons flaying their enemies. The last known flaying to occur publicly was by Belthasar Bolton. Soon after they were unsuccessful in yet another rebellion and bent the knee to the Starks, abandoning the practice as a condition of their fealty. It’s whispered that flaying is done in secret to this day, but has not been confirmed.

[fashionbooksmilano]

Thom Browne.

with an introduction by Andrew Bolton

Phaidon, London 2023, 420 pages, 350 illustrations, Hardback, 21,4x29cm., ISBN 978-1838667047

euro 150,00 Signed Edition

email if you want to buy booksinprogressmilano@yahoo.it

Thom Browne is an American fashion designer and the founder/creative director of Thom Browne, a luxury fashion house based in New York. Initially celebrated for his distinctive approach to men’s tailoring in 2003, Browne has since expanded the collections to include womenswear, childrenswear and accessories. He has also become known for his highly conceptual runway presentations which have gained global attention for their thought-provoking themes and dramatic settings. in 2023 he became chairman of the CFDA.

Andrew Bolton is the Wendy Yu curator in charge at The Metropolitan Museum of Art’s Costume Institute in New York and has curated some of the Museum’s most visited exhibitions, including Alexander McQueen: Savage Beauty (2011) and Heavenly Bodies: Fashion and the Catholic Imagination (2018). He has written more than twenty books, lectures widely, and contributes to many publications. Prior to joining The Met in 2002, he worked at the Victoria and Albert Museum in London for nine years.

Marking the 20th anniversary of the company’s founding, this comprehensive monograph is the first book on Thom Browne.  

With a celebrity clientele including Cardi B, Michelle Obama, LeBron James, and Julia Roberts, among others, Thom Browne is widely recognized for modernizing today’s professional uniform: the suit. As the company’s 20th anniversary nears, Thom Browne. celebrates the legacy of the house.

Specially commissioned photography by Johnny Dufort features more than 200 looks from past seasons. An introduction by Andrew Bolton, Wendy Yu curator in charge of The Metropolitan Museum of Art’s Costume Institute and creative director of this title, sets the work in context.

The book concludes with a tableau of show installations that further illustrate the house’s design philosophy and evolution. Published as a hardback enclosed in a clamshell box, the book includes 4-, 6-, and 8-pages gatefolds and more than 40 translucent vellum pages featuring the brand’s signature four stripes. It also includes a Thom Browne grosgrain ribbon.

17/01/24

[electrust12]

Does Your Property Need Electrical Rewiring in Bolton? Key Signs & Solutions!

Electrical wiring plays a vital role in powering homes safely and efficiently. However, wiring systems deteriorate as properties age, leading to electrical hazards, high energy costs, and potential power failures. If you experience frequent electrical issues or live in an older home, house rewiring in Bolton may be necessary.

This guide covers the key indicators that signal outdated wiring, the risks of postponing rewiring, the rewiring process, and how to select the best professionals for the job.

Key Signs Your Property Needs Rewiring

Knowing when to upgrade your electrical system is essential for maintaining a safe and reliable power supply. Here are the most common warning signs that your home may require electrical rewiring in Bolton.

1. Frequent Electrical Issues

Frequent power cuts, tripping breakers, and flickering lights indicate an overloaded or deteriorating wiring system. Ageing insulation, loose connections, and outdated circuits struggle to meet modern electrical demands, increasing the risk of system failure or fire hazards. A professional inspection is essential.

Circuit breakers frequently trip, shutting off power unexpectedly.

Fuses blow often, indicating excessive electrical load.

Lights flicker or dim when using multiple appliances.

2. Outdated or Damaged Wiring

Old wiring materials like lead, rubber, and aluminium deteriorate over time, becoming brittle and unsafe. These outdated systems lack proper insulation, leading to short circuits and electrical shocks. Homes built before the 1970s may require a complete rewiring to meet modern safety standards.

Black rubber, lead, or aluminium wiring is a fire hazard and should be replaced.

Exposed, frayed, or brittle wires can cause short circuits and electric shocks.

Sockets and switches lack earthing, posing a significant safety risk.

3. Overloaded or Insufficient Power Sockets

Older homes often lack sufficient sockets, forcing excessive reliance on extension leads and adaptors. Overloading circuits can cause overheating, melted wiring, or electrical fires. Upgrading house wiring in Bolton ensures a safer, more reliable power distribution system suited for modern electrical needs.

Too few sockets force reliance on extension leads.

Discoloured or burnt outlets signal overheating and potential fire hazards.

Sockets spark when in use, indicating poor wiring connections.

4. Burning Smells or Buzzing Noises

A persistent burning smell or buzzing sound from outlets suggests faulty wiring, overheating, or arcing. These warning signs indicate dangerous electrical faults that can lead to fires. Immediate attention from a local emergency electrician in Bolton can prevent severe damage and safety risks.

Persistent burning smell from sockets suggests wiring damage.

Buzzing or crackling sounds indicate loose or arcing connections.

Heat build-up in outlets or switches means electrical components are failing.

5. Outdated Consumer Units (Fuse Boxes)

Older fuse boxes lack modern safety features like circuit breakers and RCDs, making homes more vulnerable to electrical hazards. A modern consumer unit improves protection against overloads, short circuits, and electric shocks, ensuring compliance with UK electrical safety standards.

Old-style fuse boxes lack modern safety features.

No RCD protection, leaving circuits vulnerable to overloads.

Frequent electrical faults suggest outdated distribution boards.

If you experience these issues, booking an electrical safety test in Bolton can help assess whether a full or partial rewiring is necessary.

Risks of Delaying Electrical Rewiring

Postponing necessary electrical rewiring in Bolton can result in significant hazards and financial losses. Old or faulty wiring can lead to dangerous situations, including electrical fires and shocks, high energy bills, damaged appliances, and regulatory non-compliance that may fail an EICR Bolton inspection.

Choosing the Right Electrician in Bolton

Choosing the right electrician in Bolton is crucial for safe and efficient rewiring. Experienced professionals provide long-term solutions, reducing future repair costs.

Verify electricians for NICEIC or NAPIT accreditations and UK safety regulations.

Check customer reviews for reliability and service quality.

Ensure transparent pricing to avoid unexpected costs.

Look for warranties on labour and materials for long-term safety.

Conclusion

Upgrading your electrical system is crucial in maintaining safety, efficiency, and regulatory compliance. If you notice flickering lights, frequent tripping, burning smells, or outdated wiring, scheduling an inspection is highly recommended.

For reliable Bolton electrical services, contact Electrust Electrical Service today. Their team of certified professionals offers expert electrical repair services in Bolton to ensure your home remains safe and up to date.