#morrec

[lego-asoiaf-fan-minifigs]

All ASOIAF Characters as LEGO Minifigures, Part 11: AGOT Tyrion 2

Yoren the Recruiter; Morrec the servant

Art used as reference (by alexandrokayart):

[asoiafreadthru]

A Game of Thrones, Tyrion II

The squirrel gave some body to the stew, and they ate it with black bread and hard cheese that night around their fire.

Tyrion shared around his skin of wine until even Yoren grew mellow.

One by one the company drifted off to their shelters and to sleep, all but Jon Snow, who had drawn the night’s first watch.

Tyrion was the last to retire, as always.

As he stepped into the shelter his men had built for him, he paused and looked back at Jon Snow. The boy stood near the fire, his face still and hard, looking deep into the flames.

Tyrion Lannister smiled sadly and went to bed.

[jonsnowunemploymentera]

Much later, when the serious business of eating was done and the others had left, Mormont offered Tyrion a chair beside the fire and a cup of mulled spirits so strong they brought tears to his eyes. “The kingsroad can be perilous this far north,” the Lord Commander told him as they drank.

“I have Jyck and Morrec,” Tyrion said, “and Yoren is riding south again.”

“Yoren is only one man. The Watch shall escort you as far as Winterfell,” Mormont announced in a tone that brooked no argument. “Three men should be sufficient.”

“If you insist, my lord,” Tyrion said. “You might send young Snow. He would be glad for a chance to see his brothers.”

- Tyrion III, AGOT

Sigh…

It’s really cute how Tyrion looks out for Jon here. He knows that Jon has been lonely and homesick and so tries to get him a trip back to Winterfell so he can see his family again. And the thing is, he really didn’t have to do this. The fandom tends to downplay Tyrion’s compassionate moments and it’s quite sad. Because he has moments where does go out of his way to do good by people even when there’s no real benefit for him.

And it’s so heartbreaking because he’s the one person to actively look out for Jon since he joined the Watch. Not even Benjen did that. In fact, Benjen abandoned Jon (in an attempt to not show favoritism - which backfired in a way because Jon was emotionally neglected). Tyrion, on the other hand, actually made a point of reaching out to the boy and understanding his grievances. Not only that, but he was perceptive enough to notice that Jon was homesick and tried to find a workable solution for it. It’s a really, really kind thing to do.

Just because GRRM jokingly called Tyrion a villain doesn’t mean we should write off his many positive traits.

[inferncls]

𝙿𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚃𝚈 LITTLE 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 , LIAR AND 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 . A 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃-𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃, 𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗗 SUCKIN' LITTLE 𝙇𝙀𝘼𝘾𝙃𝙀𝙍 .

name : SEBASTIAN REYNE . title : LORD OF CASTAMERE . age : TWENTY - FIVE . gender + pronouns : CIS MAN , HE / HIM . orientation : BISEXUAL . allegiance : HOUSE REYNE & HIMSELF . disclosed religion : FAITH OF THE SEVEN . languages : COMMON TONGUE , HIGH & LOW VALYRIAN , SOME BRAAVOSI & SUMMER TONGUE . status : UNWED , METICULOUSLY REFUSING NO BETROTHALS

PHYSICAL INFORMATION

face claim : DAMIAN HARDUNG . height : 1.79M / 5"8 . eye color : CERULEAN BLUE . hair color : DIRTY BLONDE . build : LEAN-LIMBED, SLENDER

PERSONALITY

positive traits : VALIANT , CHARMING , CONFIDENT , TENACIOUS , SHARP-EYED . negative traits : CALCULATING , SELF - CENTERED , CALLOUS , APATHETIC , VINDICTIVE . mbti : ESTJ . moral alignment : CHAOTIC EVIL . enneagram type : TYPE 8 ( THE CHALLENGER ) . virtues : PATIENCE & DILIGENCE . vices : PRIDE & LUST . character kin : SEBASTIAN VALMONT (CRUEL INTENTIONS) , THE DARKLING (GRISHAVERSE) , LESTAT DE LIONCOURT (INTERVIEW WITH A VAMPIRE) , MAVEN CALORE (THE RED QUEEN) , ASTARION ANCUNIN (BALDUR'S GATE) , PETYR BAELISH (ASOIAF / GOT)

AESTHETIC

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐇 , BONE, AND SKIN ; SWEAT & BLOOD - SOAKED FINGERS ON UNSHEATHED BLADE, PRESSED AGAINST THE WIELDER'S BACK, GILDED AND CONNIVING LIPS PULLED INTO AN UNWITTING SMILE . // 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐘 , 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐍 , PRIVILEGED - SMEARED AND ADORATION - DROWNED , HANDS WASHED FREE FROM FAULT AND SHACKLES - AVERSE ANKLES , WANDER , HUNT , AND HAUNT THE WORLD , MINDLESSLY , HEARTLESSLY , AND WICKLEDLY . ALL FOR SPORT . // 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐅𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒 , HARROWING SCREAMS , BLOCKED PASSAGES , DEVOURED SALVATION , SHATTERED PLACES OF WORSHIPS , A TOWERING FIGURE WITH FEATURES CRAFTED BY THE GODS THEMSELVES , ONLY A MORTAL SHELL , LIPS DRIPPING WITH UNEARTHLY BLOOD , TEETH GNAWING AT THE DEVIL THAT ONCE STOOD ON HIS SHOULDER , WHILE THE ANGEL ON THE OTHER FLEES .

FAMILY

father : LORD CASPOR REYNE ( 71 ) mother : THE LATE LADY HELICENT REYNE NEE TARBECK ( 60 ) siblings : LADY ROHANNE REYNE ( 35 ) , LADY / LIEGE / LORD UTP REYNE ( 31-34 ) , LADY / LIEGE / LORD UTP REYNE ( 28-30 ) niece : LADY LYNORA REYNE ( 10 ) extended : THE LATE LORD MORREC BRAX (IN - LAW) , HOUSE TARBECK (MATERNAL COUSINS)

HISTORY 

at his very first breath, his visage treaded the thin line between breathtaking and foreboding . always was there an unsettling sensation brewing beneath skins and itching at the tip of fingers at the sight of the youngest of lord caspor and lady helicent. a young boy who stands tall and proud, worthy of the sigil and worthy of the name. a young boy who had the world at his feet, gold, silver, and play things that still, breathe, and bleed. what a dangerous lesson , to be rid of culpability at the mere display of guilt , but never truly feeling so. oh , the young lord of castamere understood ! no truth was ever clearer than the power he had tasted , like honey on his lips and velvet against his cheeks.

not even the ruling lord and his beloved wife could say a word , for neither can tell the fault their son holds. all suspicion fall upon pressed lips , hopeful smiles returned to their precious son boy who has done wonderfully in court - or so they've heard. but truly, what horrors lie behind those terrifying beautiful eyes ? why do some cower , or lower their gaze ? what grim is concealed by the perfectly-crafted porcelain , should they even dare ? no , they did not . like the rest , no words had been spoken , and sebastian bloomed like roses in the gardens of castamere , roots and claws sinking further into the ground ( until it bled ).

over the years, he grew more ethereal and charming, sans the ability to blend in court for he stood out without effort. he carried himself well, learned to speak different tongues, learned even their nuances to adapt. yet despite the apparent intellect, there still brews the haunting air that follows his steps, like a ghost whispering ill will, banshees wailing desperately to be heard as their bodies wither beneath the ground, a warning slipped by the gods, carried by the winds of a vicious storm distilled into the body of one glorious lord born with ocean - blue eyes.

no one dares speak, for what awe it was to fall into the eyes of a dashing man, to hear loving words slip past his lips, delivered melodiously close to the ears of maidens and knights. the young lord matured , garnering dangerous truths and whispers from beds he laid in . all remained in his pocket for many turns and he made it known that he holds them, tethers all those around with him their secrets, shame, and secret shames. not a soul knew his purpose, only that there is greed and hunger for more. but certainly not power , for every opportunity to wield it falls on the ground like rain. perhaps it is for pleasure , to damn every mind in one's own chambers in the quiet of the night, uncertain of his undoing.

now he possesses a reputation, its nature depends upon where the inquiries are spoken. in gatherings and celebrations, where most are on his line of vision and within his earshot, lord sebastian reyne is a match worthy to be considered, a price to his house and his future beloved. and when there is certainty that he will never find out, or when there is no intent to return to westeros, aboard a ship to sail across the narrow sea, there is only silence... for as long as the shade of his blue exists , the wrath of a true red lion looms , and the claws and tongue of gold needs not be bared to hunt.

HEADCANONS

lends a hand in overseeing the precious metal and minerals trades that house reyne does. this lead to him traveling a lot, having visited many corners of westeros and those beyond the narrow seas. this same journeys allowed him to learn more languages and explore more cultures.

thinks high valyrian is the perfect language of love. to him, it's regal, poised, but also vicious-sounding and stern

during his boyhood, he considered studying at the citadel and forge as many links as he is able. however, he had grown displeased of the old way of doing things, and would rather do them the way he wants to. he still pursues knowledge though, reads an unhealthy number of books during his free time.

though he is not a good fighter, he is a skilled archer and horseback rider.

[entrelesdois]

Nossa casa ainda tem teu cheiro, nossas plantas sentem tua falta, você sabe que nunca fui boa em cuida-las. Aquelas sementes que plantamos juntos estão florescendo, sempre que vejo aquele pé de Ypê lembro das inúmeras vezes que ficamos ali torcendo pra que ele não morrece de tantas vezes que replantamos. A vida continua por aqui, faltando, brotando, eu vou fugindo e fingindo que tá tudo bem enquanto a poeira as vezes me faz companhia.

Nessas nossas versões não há nós, mas sinto saudades daquela que éramos. Será que se replantar e torcer para que não morra, cresce?

Ela

[irongossip]

    GOSSIP BLOG;   @mcrrec, @adelaynehill

[lysellalannister]

@mcrrec​

"I should be quite angry with you, Lord Clegane,” Lysella told the blacksmith as she eyed over the rim of her wine glass, hiding a smile. It seemed as if such a long time had passed since he had “saved” her from Lord Ryyker “I remember being promised a sword the last time we spoke,”

[wyllashewolf]

@mcrrec

Wylla jumped out of her seat in the stands cheering, uncharacteristically, at the top of her lungs. Swiftly, and completely ignoring the tense situation with the kingsguard, she jumped over the railing and made a sprinting beeline to the new champion of the sword fight. The moment he’d finished his (likely) sarcastic bow, Wylla ran and flung herself directly into him, without hesitating for a second, and wrapped her arms around his neck. “You fucking did it!” She practically squealed into his ear. “I’m so fucking proud of you!”

[adelaynehill]

AU: Breath of the Wild (ft. @mcrrec​)

ADELAYNE HILL and MORREC CLEGANE as THE HERO LINK and PRINCESS ZELDA. Our hero is woken from his one hundred year sleep inside the Shrine of Resurrection of the Great Plateau, and is guided by a mysterious female voice through the ruins of Hyrule...

[azrxcls]

@mcrrec

Having recovered from the solid blow to his face, Azriel had abandon several other concerned patrons in favor of finding his opponent. A task that proved fairly easy with the amount of swearing the man seemed to be omitting after losing to the Greyjoy lord. “The fuss is stupid.” He muttered. “You lost because your opponent was good. Why be upset over something you can’t change?”

[ashoflemonwood]

[ moodboard au | batman & batgirl ft. @mcrrec & ashara ]

Ash: I'm strong enough and smart enough for anything you throw at me. Morrec: Then answer one question. Why? Ash: Well, I... I... Morrec: I thought so. This isn't a game. Time to go home, little girl. Ash: Is that it? I fail the final because I can't tell you in fifty words or less why I want to do this? You may have all the tools of the trade, but you don't have a monopoly on wanting to help. I'll tell you why, you big scary goon... because I can.

[cassanaxmor]

( ♛ truth serum ) : if you had to marry any man in the capital tomorrow, who would it be?

“i don’t know what scenario would happen where i must since i would fight against it as much as i could. but i suppose if i had to i would pick either branden, morrec or viktor. none of them seem to be the type that would try to hold me back or force me to be anything other than what i am.”

@mcrrec @brcnden @viktorgreyjoy

[asoiafreadthru]

A Game of Thrones, Tyrion II

There were eight in the party by then, not counting the wolf.

Tyrion traveled with two of his own men, as befit a Lannister.

Benjen Stark had only his bastard nephew and some fresh mounts for the Night’s Watch, but at the edge of the wolfswood they stayed a night behind the wooden walls of a forest holdfast, and there joined up with another of the black brothers, one Yoren.

Yoren was stooped and sinister, his features hidden behind a beard as black as his clothing, but he seemed as tough as an old root and as hard as stone.

With him were pair of ragged peasant boys from the Fingers. “Rapers,” Yoren said with a cold look at his charges. Tyrion understood. Life on the Wall was said to be hard, but no doubt it was preferable to castration.

Five men, three boys, a direwolf, twenty horses, and a cage of ravens given over to Benjen Stark by Maester Luwin.

No doubt they made a curious fellowship for the kingsroad, or any road.

[tyathelion]

|| bravado - a playlist.    for tya and morrec.

 BRAVADO by lorde

I'm faking glory lick my lips, toss my hair and turn the smile on and the story's brand new but I can take it from here I'll find my own bravado

MEAN DEMEANOR by run the jewels 

a warrior, my story glory-bound and war-renowned amongst the poor, the sick, and shut-eye where my story found I overcame every obstacle that's ever placed the gods have promised, victory will one day know my face won't be denied the pride, won't be denied my prize

EMPEROR’S NEW CLOTHES by panic! at the disco

sycophants on velvet sofas lavish mansions, vintage wine I am so much more than royal snatch your chain and mace your eyes if it feels good, tastes good it must be mine heroes always get remembered but you know legends never die

IT AIN’T ME BABE by johnny cash

you say you're lookin' for someone to pick you up each time you fall to gather flowers constantly and to come each time you call and will love you for your life and nothin' more    but it ain't me babe

[ @mcrrec ]

[tcrths]

💏-kiss (morrec)

42: for a kiss... OUT OF PRIDE.

      AS SHE FEINTED a blow to the legs, she abruptly changed the direction of her swing... cu-u-urving upwards and there was a fraction of a moment where their eyes locked; kyra grinning and the blacksmith’s eyes going wide with understanding... and then the staff connected with the side of morrec’s head and he was sent stumbling.   she was quick with the second blow: sweeping his feet from underneath him, and as his body hit the dust she divested herself of the wooden staff, unsheathed the blade from inside her boot.  the storm queen quickly mounted his chest and brought the knife to his throat as the crowd outside the broken axe roared their applause, scattered with cries of disappointment as those who had bet on the blacksmith were now out of pocket.   

    “WELL NOW, CLEGANE,” kyra grinned, panting as the blacksmith glared at her, his chest also heaving - having been winded when he hit the ground, “it seems as though you’re loosing your touch in your old age.”  fluidly, she sheathed the blade and got off him and extended an arm to help him to his feet and then she grabbed his face and planted a solid, fiery kiss to his lips - his beard scratching at her face as their onlookers hooted and howled.

  HER TONGUE LASHED against his, all teeth and competition, the kiss akin to their fight.  pulling away, kyra grinned at him;  “you’re paying for the next round, blacksmith boy, i beat your ass fair and square.” and then she raised her fist triumphantly to the drunken accolades of the onlookers.     / * @mcrrec​​

[blondcs]

✆ (morrec)

Send in ✆ for my muse’s reaction to yours propositioning them for a good time

“That’s a bit presumptuous, is it not?” Lyra began, a smirk on her lips as she danced between flattered and offended. Garnering the attention of such a handsome man made her feel flushed and excited, but why did he think he could speak so candidly to a stranger? And a Lannister, no less. Perhaps she wasn’t as coy as she thought if he’d not only caught on to her less than proper intentions so easily, but felt confident enough to call her on it. It could just be that he’d grown used to attention from women. Expected it, but it made her wonder what sort of impression she was giving off and what her mother would think, were she here. Lyra was a Lady of Lannisport, not some common whore to be used and tossed aside… Though another glance at the man had her stumbling over her own thoughts. He could use her and toss her aside any day. 

“You should watch that tongue of yours, my lord. I fear it will get you into trouble if you carry on speaking so freely.” @mcrrec