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Percy's Pov
He offered me a chair to the right of Mr. D, who looked at me with bloodshot eyes and heaved a great sigh. "Oh, I suppose I must say it. Welcome to Camp Half-Blood. There. Now, don't expect me to be glad to see you." He said, leaning back. "Uh, thanks." I scooted a little farther away from him because, if there was one thing I had learned from living with Gabe, it was how to tell when an adult has been hitting the happy juice. If Mr. D was a stranger to alcohol, I was a satyr.
"Annabeth?" Mr. Brunner called to the black girl with brown and blonde braids. She came forward, and Mr. Brunner introduced us. "This young lady nursed you back to health, Percy. And I see you've met Selene, daughter of Clio, the Sun Goddess. Annabeth, my dear, why don't you go check on Percy's bunk? We'll be putting him in cabin eleven for now." He said, pointing down the cabins.
Annabeth said, "Sure, Chiron." She was probably my age, maybe a couple of inches taller, and a whole lot more athletic looking. With her deep brown skin and her long blond/brown braids, she was beautiful too, I've never seen girls like Selene and Annabeth from my school. Annabeth's eyes were startling gray, like storm clouds; pretty, but intimidating, too, as if she were analyzing the best way to take me down in a fight. While Selene's eyes were a light brown color, with a hint of gold shimmering, they reminded me of pools of honey.
Annabeth glanced at the minotaur horn in my hands, then back at me. I imagined she was going to say, "You killed a mino-taur! or Wow, you're so awesome! or something like that. Instead, she said, "You drool when you sleep." Then she sprinted off down the lawn, her braids flying behind her. "So," I said, anxious to change the subject. "You, uh, work here, Mr. Brunner?" I laughed awkwardly.
"Not Mr. Brunner," the ex-Mr. Brunner said. "I'm afraid that was a pseudonym. You may call me Chiron." He said, smiling. "Okay." Totally confused, I looked at the director. "And Mr. D ... does that stand for something?" I asked, looking him up and down. Mr. D stopped shuffling the cards. He looked at me like I'd just belched loudly. "Young man, names are power-ful things. You don't just go around using them for no reason." He said blankly. "Oh. Right. Sorry." I apologized. "I must say, Percy," Chiron-Brunner broke in, "I'm glad to see you alive. It's been a long time since I've made a house call to a potential camper. I'd hate to think I've wasted my time." He said, biting into an apple.
"House call?" I asked, confused. "My year at Yancy Academy, to instruct you. We have satyrs at most schools, of course, keeping a look out. But Grover alerted me as soon as he met you. He sensed you were something special, so I decided to come upstate. I convinced the other Latin teacher to ... ah, take a leave of absence." He said lowly.
I tried to remember the beginning of the school year. It seemed like so long ago, but I did have a fuzzy memory of there being another Latin teacher my first week at Yancy. Then, without explanation, he had disappeared, and Mr. Brunner had taken the class ."You came to Yancy just to teach me?" I asked. Chiron nodded. "Honestly, I wasn't sure about you at first. We contacted your mother and let her know we were keeping an eye on you in case you were ready for Camp Half-Blood. But you still had so much to learn. Nevertheless, you made it here alive, and that's always the first test." He said proudly.
"Grover," Mr. D said impatiently, "Are you playing or not?" He asked. "Yes, sir!" Grover trembled as he took the fourth chair, though I didn't know why he should be so afraid of a pudgy little man in a tiger-print Hawaiian shirt. "You do know how to play pinochle? Annabeth and Selene are my best players." Mr. D said, looking at Selene proudly. "I'm afraid not," I said. "Well, Selene, do you mind teaching Percy?" He asked her. I looked over at her, watching her give him a big smile and nodded. "It would be my pleasure, Sir." She then turned to look at me, smiling softly.
"it is, along with gladiator fighting and Pac-Man, one of the greatest games ever invented by humans. I would expect all civilized young men to know the rules." He explained what the game was. "I'm sure the boy can learn. Plus, Selene is a great teacher, " Chiron said. "Please," I said, "what is this place? What am I doing here? Mr. Brun-Chiron-why would you go to Yancy Academy just to teach me?" I asked, desperately trying to understand his reasoning. Mr. D snorted. "I asked the same question." He said, chuckling.
The camp director dealt the cards. Grover flinched every time one landed in his pile. Chiron smiled at me sympathetically, the way he used to in Latin class, as if to let me know that no matter what my average was, I was his star student. He expected me to have the right answer. "Percy," he said. "Did your mother tell you nothing?" He asked me. "She said ..." I remembered her sad eyes, looking out over the sea. "She told me she was afraid to send me here, even though my father had wanted her to. She said that once I was here, I probably couldn't leave. She wanted to keep me close to her." I told him, sadly.
"Typical," Mr. D said. "That's how they usually get killed. Young man, are you bidding or not?" He asked me.
"What?" I asked. He explained, impatiently, how you bid in pinochle. "I'm afraid there's too much to tell," Chiron said. "I'm afraid our usual orientation film won't be sufficient." He said.
"Orientation film?" I asked. "No," Chiron decided. "Well, Percy. You know your friend Grover is a satyr. You know"-he pointed to the horn in the shoe box -"that you have killed the Minotaur. No small feat, either, lad. What you may not know is that great powers are at work in your life. Gods-the forces you call the Greek gods-are very much alive." He said.
"Yeah, I kinda figured that when I saw Selene's mom. I mean, my best friend has furry legs and hooves." I said, glaring down at the floor. I stared at the others around the table. I waited for somebody to yell, not! But all I got was Mr. D yelling, "Oh, a royal marriage. Trick! Trick!" He cackled as he tallied up his points.
"Mr. D," Grover asked timidly, "if you're not going to eat it, could I have your Diet Coke can?" He asked. "Eh? Oh, all right." He said, rolling his eyes, and handed him the can. Grover bit a huge shard out of the empty aluminum can and chewed it mournfully.
"I just can't believe GOD'S are real. Are they like the same thing as....like...Jesus..that type of GOD?" I asked. "Well, now," Chiron said. "God-capital G, God. That's a different matter altogether. We shan't deal with the metaphysical." "Metaphysical? But you were just talking about -" "Ah, gods, plural, as in, great beings that control the forces of nature and human endeavors: the immortal gods of Olympus. That's a smaller matter." He said, matter factly.
"Smaller?" I asked. "Yes, quite. The gods we discussed in Latin class." He said. "Zeus," I said. "Hera. Apollo. You mean them." He nodded. And there it was again-distant thunder on cloud-less day. "Young man," said Mr. D, "I would really be less casual about throwing those names around if I were you." He said sternly.
My heart pounded. He was trying to make me angry for some reason, but I wasn't going to let him. "Ok, sure. But I don't believe in gods." I said, flatly. "Oh, you'd better," Mr. D murmured. "Before one of them incinerates you." He said, crossing his arms.
"P-please, sir. He's just lost his mother. He's in shock." Grover said, pleading.
Selene nudged me and urged me to stick out my hand. She told me to close my eyes and I looked between Chiron and Mr. D, then back to Selene and hesitantly closed my eyes. I felt both of her hands cup mine, and I felt my hand warmly vibrate. She told me to open my eyes, and I gasped.
There was a glowing golden orb floating in my hand. I looked up at Selene, then back to the floating ball in my hand. "W-what...is that?" I asked her lowly. "It's my powers. I can do more, but I'm still practicing." She said, gigging at my mouth- opened shocked face.
"Well, Percy, do you believe now?" Chiron asked me. I couldn't even process what I was seeing. She carefully took the glowing ball away, and suddenly, everything that had happened the last 24 hours was swirling around in my head, and I suddenly felt light-headed.
"UH OH! HE'S GOING DOWN AGAIN!" I heard someone yell before everything went black.
#black reader#black writers#black tumblr#self post#tumblelog#black girls#black representation#poc reader#poc writer#black excellence#percy Jackson#percy jackson lightening theif#percy jackson sea of monsters#percy jackon and the olympians#percy Jackson x black reader#grover underwood#annabeth chase#greek mythology#pure love found#paisholotus
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you would never guess what my first red demon x priest ship was
also I've had a thing for forked tongues since way back then apparently⊠đ§ââïž (the funny thing is none of these characters canonically have the tongue or sharp teeth I just do that)
#just randomly wanted to revisit them aha#tf2 freaks#freak fortress#christian brutal sniper#christian pure spy#sniperspy#cbs x cps#holy bloodshed#<- found out they have a not-very-common ship name but i love it sm#also#gary miller#zoup art
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#it is friggin' freezing today#while I tried to get warm and hugging the heater I found a sketch that I made during the hot summer days#originally I was drawing Shadowheart#but something went wrong#I wanted to go back to Baldurs Gate that day but I had a major renaissance of pure love for AC#I'd really love to not feel as exhausted and broken due to ptsd and to have energy to draw them more#assassin's creed#digital art#sketch#artists on tumblr#edward kenway#assassins creed black flag#ac black flag
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â«DSTR - Lucretia My Reflection (Alternative Version)â«
#So I found some random guy's body from the LATDS#And took his head off#To put Sherlock's head on#Which is pure vandalism! I know#I love the hands#Though they're a bit too delicate for my taste#Frogwares will probably consider to take MY head off for that :D#frogwares sherlock#sherlock holmes#frogwares sherlock holmes#sherlock fanart#Sherlock Holmes Chapter One#frogwares holmes#frogwares jon#frogwares sherlock holmes chapter one#blender render#blender#blender eevee#WistfulSherlockChapterOne#jonlock
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đ€đ„°đ€The classic found family trope always be my favorite trope in media, whether live-action or animated, it's incredibly heartwarming and it gets me everytime!đ€đ„°đ€
#arlo the alligator boy#i heart arlo#adventure time#scream 2022#archer fx#inside job#dead end paranormal park#Eternals#x men 97#Team squad#uncle grandpa#the wachowskis#rottmnt#sonic cinematic universe#kid cosmic#business family forever#core four#final space#amphibia#disney's the owl house#Solar opposites#tervo#found family#marvel mcu#i love it so much#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#scream iv#dadspeed#mao mao heroes of pure heart#power rangers dino charge
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the first time i watched s4 and s5 i thought that the way they handled rayla and callum was kinda odd and unrealistic... but like. upon rewatch im just like. "yeah theyre 17... that tracks"
#i found it strange that callum warmed up to her so quickly again... like not demanding an explanation and stuff#while at the same time being so cold and distant#but it makes sense. it does.#and the yearning is off the CHARTS jfc i cant believe i missed so much the first time#'i would do anything for you' oh my sweet prince#not that rayla is exempt from the simpery#homegirl CANNOT stop looking at him with pure love in her eyes#theyre both flawed and complicated individuals. but also dumb teenagers just trying to get it right. and i love them#i love pretending im so much Wiser now rewatching. ive only aged a Year#ahhhaha....#anyway#is this anything???? no but whatever#rayllum#tdp callum#tdp rayla#the dragon prince
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I saw a recent reblog you did where you listed some fic recs and then tagged with your fic preferences, which are pretty much my own, favoring canon compliance fics where they're angel/demon (though I have read some 'temporarily human' AUs I've liked). Do you have a collected rec list? Or any more recs you might toss out? Thanks so much!
Oh gosh yes.
Iâm going to assume you have already explored the other fics bu the authors in the first rec post I made- everything by @redfacesmiley, @books-and-omens , @racketghost , and Drawlight/ripeteeth is a stunner. Also dig through equestrianstatue and @darcylindbergh for real gems.
When Iâm reading I find a fic I like, dig through all the authorâs other fics, then look at the authorâs bookmarks because I figure if they wrote something I like that much, they saved things Iâll like too.
Fell free to dig through my AO3 bookmarks- they are completely unorganized and I bookmark things I want to read later or think I might want to read again, basicly anything I might want to find again- so I havenât even read all of them. BUT! Here are some more of THOSE FICS for me:
It's Funny Because Nobody Ever Says âBurkina Fasoâ by indieninja92
TIME LOOP TIME LOOP TIME LOOP!!!!
So funny omg. Azi is just DONE and I am here for it. Itâs a locked fic to AO3 accounts so Iâm not sure if the link will work-
What I shed for You by @darcylindbergh
This fic- this freakin fic!! I did not think I would ever go for a fic that was NOT azicrow but oh my god this one is so good.
But You My Dear Are An Ocean by megzseatle
After nursing his broken heart, Crowley moves on. He gets a cottage and relocates to South Downs to start over, and finds himself beloved in a small town where the people take him under their (proverbial) wing. His new friends are in no mood for charity when his ex shows back up- while Crowley might be able to forgive Az, the townspeople have a harder time with the bastard that broke dear Anthonyâs heart.
If Iâve had a bad day and need to cheer up, I read this book! Omens sweet story.
âŠAnd if Iâm in an emotionally stable place I will read this angsty heartbreaker. So beautiful, just so good.
Idiot/ Guts (and a load of Warbirgonâs Farmhouse White) / Ellipsis by @theyellowestmustard
A little slice of perfect right here.
I also love outsider POV criptids of soho stories- here are two good ones, one set in a coffee shop and one in a bakery.
#good omens#crowley#aziraphale#ineffable husbands#aziracrow#go2#gomens 2#azricrow#good omens 2#good omens fanfic#go fic recs#fic rec#angst with a happy ending#and some just pure sweetness#and criptids#more outsider pov#not a human au to be found#I do have a soft spot for history fics too#always azicrow#except for the one Crowley x Jesus fic#because your true love is not usually also your first love#and that Crowley x JC fic FREAKIN WORKS
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this is the first Space Marine I have ever painted Please Be Kind đđ€Ł... during housecleaning I unearthed this old mini my fiancĂ© had as a child and long story short I made him into a teacup, please welcome Brother Connoisseur of the ~*~*~Albertus Regius~*~*~ Chapter
#warhammer 40k#adeptus astartes#space marines#miniature painting#miniature#freehand#royal albert#freehand is so hard!!!! as much as i love gold edged china i think it was a mistake starting with that aesthetic#should maybe have done a more muted gold and not retributor armour everywhere#even better: i should have just gone with pure blue and white porcelain like my ancestors would have deemed rightful đ#on a more serious note: does anyone know what era/edition/year this dude comes from? i am a baby fan i know little about astartes#he is not a big space marine he is objectively (i.e. next to a ruler) about 32mm tall and his backpack design is obv. old#there are some other minis we found of the same time period and i will also chinapaint them i think. but later#also discovered some plastic + metal style thousand sons they must be quite old. and smol
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#gotham#edward nygma#oswald cobblepot#the riddler#ed nygma#cory michael smith#nygmob#nygmobblepot#riddlemine#gotham text posts#gotham textposts#gotham riddler#gotham penguin#he was so funny in this era just#he captured this random ass man#he's supposed to be so careful so aware of unnecessary attention and he just yoinked this fucker#purely to present to his dying new bestie he found in the WOODS#i love him
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Arcana is so trans to me but not the mtf trans but like eldritch horror being realized that she likes to be perceived as a mortal woman
nonnie we are holding hands, we share the same vision, the same dream, the same eldritch transgenderism <3
there was a tweet recently (I think it was a tweet?) about a very specific type of character design--non sexualized, nude humanoids presented as otherwordly and entirely alien, off kilter, merging monstruous characteristics and that's exactly what I love and think about when it comes to the thing Arcana summons, the Guiding One's Creation
Arcana is so transgender to me in a very specific way of using the feminine figure as a way of both luring and keeping everyone at bay <33333
#not a prompt#reverse 1999#something something the use of the feminine figure in religon as both a holy AND unholy thing#the biggest contradiction ever. upholding the female body as a pure virginal and holy temple but also as a sinful cavern of temptation#the feelings of hatred and love. to reject and reclaim womanhood#something abouttttt. how do i put this into words#arcana choosing a female body as a way to represent both of these sides. or to profit from the preconceived notions that come with it#something to be hated something to be celebrated. also found in her identity as an arcanist#(the way she fights for arcanists rights while at the same time fighting any arcanist that doesnt fit her specific ideals)#shes eldritch transgender to me youre so right anon youre so so so right#constantine is playing 9D chess but arcana is playing dwarf fortress and i love thinking about how it permeates into smth like her identity
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Ok so I'm getting lunged head first into ANOTHER new hyperfixation cus I started reading a spidey/batfam crossover fic without knowing jack shit about batman or any of the kids, so I did my research as I read
Anyway, long story short I'm now up at 2am for the very important task of changing my lock screen to this
#EYYYYY look what i found in my drafts :D#hes so silly and i love him dearly#brucie wayne#bruce wayne#batman#this is SO haphazardly stitched together in my gallery app#enjoy#blabbering#dc comics#dc universe#dc memes#batman memes#brucie wayne background#please ignore the crappy photoshoping#i made it in my phone gallery's editor with pure spite and tomfoolery in my veins
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Helen calls Menelaus her pookie bear
#at first she meant it ironically and they both found it funny#so she kept saying it and now no one knows if its still purely ironic#Menelaus loves his wife sm he loves any petname she has for him#but agammenon physically gags whenever he has to witness that#the iliad#homer#tagamemnon#menelaus#helen of sparta#helen of troy
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Bran The Time Traveling Toddler
Yes that IS a reference to the Tyrion the time traveling fetus theory. The thing about MY insane theories is that they actually make sense and Iâm right. Follow me please down the worm hole!!
Thereâs very clearly Someone Influencing things when it comes to the Starklings and even the overreaching plot in general - thereâs enough weird magic surrounding them, whispering in the wind, that itâs a no brainer theyâre being watched over. The question is WHO and WHEN. For me, personally, I think itâs Bran, and I think itâs an older Bran from the future (whether it be Bran In TWOW and ADOS or Bran post canon) trying to lead his siblings to safety.
Now, like my Harrenhal meta, I donât think Iâm saying anything new so much as compiling what people have said scattered across the interwebs. Thereâs a lot of theories about whether Bran can time travel, time travel in general in the series, how george has dealt with time travel before, and about the three eyed crowâs identity and I agree with bits and pieces of what other people have said - preston jacobs is a more famous example of this theory for example. But I don't want to get caught up on things like time travel paradoxes because, like, i donât care about that, and george has talked about how time travel is more fantasy than scifi bc itâs just not really scientifically possible. do you know what that means? it means thereâs no weird physical paradoxes because itâs âšmagicâš and Bran isn't literally going through space and time. It's as Jojen says-
With two eyes you see my face. With three you could see my heart. With two you can see that oak tree there. With three you could see the acorn the oak grew from and the stump that it will one day become. With two you see no farther than your walls. With three you would gaze south to the Summer Sea and north beyond the Wall
Through his greenseeing abilities, Bran can see the whole of a lifespan, from conception to burial, and can pop out at any point in that lifespan, because a span of 100, 1000, or 1,000,000 years is all the same to the weirwood. So I don't think it's in the realm of Crazy Ass Theories to say that Bran is capable of a more magic based form of time travel. That he can whisper in people's dreams, on the wind, taking on the voice of the old gods themselves and doing his best to nudge things the way he needs them to be in order to keep the people he loves safe.
I also don't think Bloodraven is Three Eyed Crow (though I do think he also uses this metaphor of "flying" wrt magic, and that's why Euron also has a comment about flying in his dreams - I just don't believe that metaphor originates with Brynden himself. Rather, I think he picked it up from somewhere else), but instead, it's Bran, using the weirwood network to get all the pieces on the board he needs where he needs them to be for the endgame. Notice that Brynden doesn't seem to know what Bran is talking about when he mentions the Three Eyed Crow-
"Are you the three-eyed crow?" Bran heard himself say. A three-eyed crow should have three eyes. He has only one, and that one red. Bran could feel the eye staring at him, shining like a pool of blood in the torchlight. Where his other eye should have been, a thin white root grew from an empty socket, down his cheek, and into his neck. "A ⊠crow?" The pale lord's voice was dry. His lips moved slowly, as if they had forgotten how to form words. "Once, aye. Black of garb and black of blood."Â
Brynden mentions the watch, but doesn't mention the three eyed crow. Everyone simply refers to Brynden as the greenseer, not the three eyed crow, except for Bran himself, who simply assumes Brynden is the three eyed crow (and we know magical assumptions in this series are generally wrong!).
Whatâs double interesting to me about this âbloodraven is the three eyed crowâ assumption is brynden himself makes his âa thousand eyes and oneâ comment - but doesnât mention a third eye. Meanwhile, Branâs narrative is obviously filled with bird references and the opening of his third eye from Bran feeding the crows on the towers before he falls then longing to go back to the crows afterwards, of a crow sending Jojen to âthe winged wolf,â of his dreams of living as a bird in maester luwinâs rookery with his siblings - Jon Snow even compares him to a bird in their final scene face to face when he thinks bran has âfingers like the bones of birds.â
And notable that though both Rickon and Bran have a greendream where they talk to Ned in the crypts of Winterfell just before Ned is executed, Rickon makes no mention of a three eyed crow, but Bran explicitly sees him-
The mention of dreams reminded him. "I dreamed about the crow again last night. The one with three eyes. He flew into my bedchamber and told me to come with him, so I did. We went down to the crypts. Father was there, and we talked. He was sad."
"Shaggy," a small voice called. When Bran looked up, his little brother was standing in the mouth of Father's tomb. With one final snap at Summer's face, Shaggydog broke off and bounded to Rickon's side. "You let my father be," Rickon warned Luwin. "You let him be." "Rickon," Bran said softly. "Father's not here." "Yes he is. I saw him." Tears glistened on Rickon's face. "I saw him last night."
What that says to me is that the Three Eyed Crow has the ability to speak directly to only Bran and can only otherwise appear in a more ephemeral way to others. With the established rules about not being able to communicate properly with the past, I think this makes sense - being able to use the weirwood hivemind/greenseeing powers to appear in a different form to yourself but unable to appear in a concrete form to anyone else.
I think it's even likely we'll see Bran doing some of this nudging and whispering on page in ADOS or maybe as early as TWOW, but it won't be the exact same sort of "Bran can literally reach out and touch someone in a weirwood dream" that they had in the show with the later scenes. It'll be more like that very first scene in the show where we see Bran influence the past slightly - you know, when he calls out "father!" and young Ned turns around, having heard a voice on the wind-
And there's a direct parallel to ADWD here, where Bran is certain Ned heard him speaking in the godswood but Brynden says it's not possible (not possible for Brynden perhaps!)-
Lord Eddard Stark sat upon a rock beside the deep black pool in the godswood, the pale roots of the heart tree twisting around him like an old man's gnarled arms. The greatsword Ice lay across Lord Eddard's lap, and he was cleaning the blade with an oilcloth. "Winterfell," Bran whispered. His father looked up. "Who's there?" he asked, turning ⊠⊠and Bran, frightened, pulled away. His father and the black pool and the godswood faded and were gone and he was back in the cavern, the pale thick roots of his weirwood throne cradling his limbs as a mother does a child.
It's not quite time travel. It's like the acorn and stump metaphor - Bran can't appear in his physical body in the past but he can make a bit of noise, perhaps even be mistaken for one of the old gods.
As TWOW and ADOS go on, I think we'll see Bran's powers grow (likely in ways that frighten him and horrify the reader), and we'll see the very beginnings of him influencing the plot that happens during the previous books, showing up in scenes we've already experienced, similar to the Ned scene above. I think this because, well...he's already done it!
Now, as for What Time Traveling Bran Has Already Done - itâs tricky because we have a LOT of magic users waking and shaking. Iâm not including every single instance of weird whispering or funny birds here, just the moments I think are more likely to be Bran than anyone else because I think Bran mostly deals with his siblings. I imagine they're easiest to reach out to magically because they already have the ability to access magic, and they're also the people he cares most about. The most obvious to me is in A Clash of Kings, when Jon hears a voice on the wind, very similar to the young Ned scene in the show-
Jon VII in A Clash of Kings
The call came from behind him, softer than a whisper, but strong too. Can a shout be silent? He turned his head, searching for his brother, for a glimpse of a lean grey shape moving beneath the trees, but there was nothing, only ⊠A weirwood. It seemed to sprout from solid rock, its pale roots twisting up from a myriad of fissures and hairline cracks. The tree was slender compared to other weirwoods he had seen, no more than a sapling, yet it was growing as he watched, its limbs thickening as they reached for the sky. Wary, he circled the smooth white trunk until he came to the face. Red eyes looked at him. Fierce eyes they were, yet glad to see him. The weirwood had his brotherâs face. Had his brother always had three eyes?
Not always, came the silent shout. Not before the crow. He sniffed at the bark, smelled wolf and tree and boy, but behind that there were other scents, the rich brown smell of warm earth and the hard grey smell of stone and something else, something terrible. Death, he knew. He was smelling death. He cringed back, his hair bristling, and bared his fangs.
Donât be afraid, I like it in the dark. No one can see you, but you can see them. But first you have to open your eyes. See? Like this. And the tree reached down and touched him.
This moment was when I really started paying attention to Weird Shit Bran Might Be Doing because of that line "not before the crow." Now, we know Bran mentions talking with Jon later on, in the very last chapter of the book, here-
 He could reach Summer whenever he wanted, and once he had even touched Ghost and talked to Jon. Though maybe he had only dreamed that.
But I think it's both Bran in the present and Bran in ADOS speaking here - brothers reaching out to each other in their fear, and future Bran piggybacking off that connection to send a warning (this is back in Jon VII, during the shared Jon-Bran dream as before)-
Then he realized he was looking at a river of ice several thousand feet high. Under that glittering cold cliff was a great lake, its deep cobalt waters reflecting the snowcapped peaks that ringed it. There were men down in the valley, he saw now; many men, thousands, a huge host. Some were tearing great holes in the half-frozen ground, while others trained for war...This is no army, no more than it is a town. This is a whole people come together.
Bran warns Jon of the wildling army headed their way because he needs the Nightâs Watch to stop fighting the wildlings, get them safely out of the True North (so they canât be reanimated as wights), and focus on the Long Night. When you read the passage, it seems as if Bran is trying to awaken Jonâs third eye - something present baby Bran isnât concerned with, because he barely understands his own third eye awakening. But a Bran in ADOS or beyond would know exactly what to say and do to get Jon and himself to wake up! Not just because of the paradox, but because of his connection to his brother and his vast understanding of his own magic. Similar to the idea that âwho would know how to motivate Bran better than Bran himselfâ who would know how to motivate Jon better than one of his beloved siblings?
Arya X in A Clash of Kings
In the godswood she found her broomstick sword where she had left it, and carried it to the heart tree. There she knelt. Red leaves rustled. Red eyes peered inside her. The eyes of the gods. "Tell me what to do, you gods," she prayed.
For a long moment there was no sound but the wind and the water and the creak of leaf and limb. And then, far far off, beyond the godswood and the haunted towers and the immense stone walls of Harrenhal, from somewhere out in the world, came the long lonely howl of a wolf. Gooseprickles rose on Arya's skin, and for an instant she felt dizzy. Then, so faintly, it seemed as if she heard her father's voice. "When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives," he said.
âBut there is no pack," she whispered to the weirwood. Bran and Rickon were dead, the Lannisters had Sansa, Jon had gone to the Wall. "I'm not even me now, I'm Nan."
"You are Arya of Winterfell, daughter of the north. You told me you could be strong. You have the wolf blood in you."
"The wolf blood." Arya remembered now. "I'll be as strong as Robb. I said I would." She took a deep breath, then lifted the broomstick in both hands and brought it down across her knee. It broke with a loud crack, and she threw the pieces aside. I am a direwolf, and done with wooden teeth.
Once again, we have a voice - it seemed as if it was her father's voice - telling a Starkling to do something specific, reminding that Starkling of their ties to Winterfell, the north, and home. The voice she hears, speaking her true name, is the kick in the pants Arya needs to grab Gendry and Hot Pie and get out of Harrenhal. There's something interesting, engaging, heartbreaking, that when Arya is at one of her lowest points, lamenting the loss of her pack, and out comes the voice of one of her pack urging her to keep faith, and helping to inspire one of her best moments - I am a direwolf, and done with wooden teeth. Again, we have a voice trying to get the Starklings to wake up and face their reality!
Sansa in A Storm of Swords
That night Sansa scarcely slept at all, but tossed and turned just as she had aboard the Merling King. She dreamt of Joffrey dying, but as he clawed at his throat and the blood ran down across his fingers she saw with horror that it was her brother Robb. And she dreamed of her wedding night too, of Tyrion's eyes devouring her as she undressed. Only then he was bigger than Tyrion had any right to be, and when he climbed into the bed his face was scarred only on one side. "I'll have a song from you," he rasped, and Sansa woke and found the old blind dog beside her once again. "I wish that you were Lady," she said.
To be clear I think thereâs a large change this is nothing. BUT. Considering Bran seems to be reaching out to his siblings, I like the idea that Bran, and magic in general, is trying to talk to Sansa but she canât quite hear it. Winterfell and itâs magic and itâs family is calling itâs daughter home, even torn from her magical guide as she is, still trying to reach out through her dreams and through the animals around her. Iâm desperately hoping that at some point in Sansaâs early TWOW chapters, weâll start to see birds acting and speaking funny around her as Bran tries harder to reach his lost sister.
Theon Greyjoy in A Dance With Dragons
BUT. I don't think it's just the Starklings that get these messages from Bran - it's everyone he cares about, everyone he loves or will love. One of the other more obvious examples of this is Theon Greyjoy, himself clearly capable of some degree of magic, just like the Starklings-
The night was windless, the snow drifting straight down out of a cold black sky, yet the leaves of the heart tree were rustling his name. âTheon,â they seemed to whisper, âTheon.â The old gods, he thought. They know me. They know my name. I was Theon of House Greyjoy. I was a ward of Eddard Stark, a friend and brother to his children. âPlease.â He fell to his knees. âA sword, thatâs all I ask. Let me die as Theon, not as Reek.â Tears trickled down his cheeks, impossibly warm. âI was ironborn. A son ⊠a son of Pyke, of the islands.â A leaf drifted down from above, brushed his brow, and landed in the pool. It floated on the water, red, five-fingered, like a bloody hand. â⊠Bran,â the tree murmured. They know. The gods know. They saw what I did. And for one strange moment it seemed as if it were Branâs face carved into the pale trunk of the weirwood, staring down at him with eyes red and wise and sad. Branâs ghost, he thought, but that was madness. Why should Bran want to haunt him? He had been fond of the boy, had never done him any harm. It was not Bran we killed. It was not Rickon. They were only millerâs sons, from the mill by the Acorn Water.
âhe had been fond of the boyâ please allow me this moment to contemplate killing myself thanks.
okay back on track but this is very self explanatory - we know Theon has some sort of capacity for magic because he had a vision of the Red Wedding in ACOK and unlike Jaime who just fell asleep on a weirweed tree, Theon was just up in bed. We see it again here, where Theon can hear a voice on the wind and then seems to see Branâs own face in the face of the weirwood tree. Once again, the voice on the wind is trying to help a loved one of Branâs find their way back to themselves, back to home. And Theon, for all the harm he has done, is still so so loved by Bran, and loves Bran in return.
Samwell Tarly III in A Storm of Swords
Sam made a whimpery sound. âItâs not fair âŠâ âFair.â The raven landed on his shoulder. âFair, far, fear.â It flapped its wings, and screamed along with Gilly. The wights were almost on her. He heard the dark red leaves of the weirwood rustling, whispering to one another in a tongue he did not know. The starlight itself seemed to stir, and all around them the trees groaned and creaked. Sam Tarly turned the color of curdled milk, and his eyes went wide as plates. Ravens! They were in the weirwood, hundreds of them, thousands, perched on the bone-white branches, peering between the leaves. He saw their beaks open as they screamed, saw them spread their black wings. Shrieking, flapping, they descended on the wights in angry clouds. They swarmed round Chettâs face and pecked at his blue eyes, they covered the Sisterman like flies, they plucked gobbets from inside Hakeâs shattered head. There were so many that when Sam looked up, he could not see the moon. âGo,â said the bird on his shoulder. âGo, go, go.â
Whoever this is - it's Bran!!!! - helps to save Sam and Gilly's lives, actively tells them to run for it, and just a little bit later, Sam is around to help save Bran in turn. I think there's also something to be said for the brotherhood connection here. They refer to each other as brothers in the book because of their connection to Jon; that connection to Jon, and therefore each other, means a lot to both Sam and Bran. There's a practical reason for saving Sam here in that he can help Bran in the "present" timeline, will likely help in the future, but more than that there's an emotional bond here and it seems to me that magic runs off emotions just as assuredly as it runs off of other important stuff like blood and and sacrifice and weirwoods.
Jon Snow XII in A Storm of Swords
With a raucous scream and a clap of wings, a huge raven burst out of the kettle. It flapped upward, seeking the rafters perhaps, or a window to make its escape, but there were no rafters in the vault, nor windows either. The raven was trapped. Cawing loudly, it circled the hall, once, twice, three times. And Jon heard Samwell Tarly shout, âI know that bird! Thatâs Lord Mormontâs raven!â The raven landed on the table nearest Jon. âSnow,â it cawed. It was an old bird, dirty and bedraggled. âSnow,â it said again, âSnow, snow, snow.â It walked to the end of the table, spread its wings again, and flew to Jonâs shoulder. Lord Janos Slynt sat down so heavily he made a thump, but Ser Alliser filled the vault with mocking laughter. âSer Piggy thinks weâre all fools, brothers,â he said. âHeâs taught the bird this little trick. They all say snow, go up to the rookery and hear for yourselves. Mormontâs bird had more words than that.â The raven cocked its head and looked at Jon. âCorn?â it said hopefully. When it got neither corn nor answer, it quorked and muttered, âKettle? Kettle? Kettle?â The rest was arrowheads, a torrent of arrowheads, a flood of arrowheads, arrowheads enough to drown the last few stones and shells, and all the copper pennies too.
The Night's Watch seem to take this as some sort of divine sign, and Jon's friends take it as an excellent ploy from Samwell Tarly. But when Pyp confronts Sam over it a page later, Sam completely denies it -
âI had nothing to do with the bird,â Sam insisted. âWhen it flew out of the kettle I almost wet myself.â
Everyone has their theories about people warging Mormont's crow of course. I think what's interesting to me here is that Jon is really wrestling with the idea of leaving the Watch for Winterfell, in which case Janos Slynt was likely to take over command. Someone like Slynt being in charge when the Long Night is coming is a bad idea, and here, Mormont's bird directly contributes to Jon staying where he needs to be - watching over the wildlings and making sure they aren't turning into Wights.
(And this is getting into my other theories here, but IF Sansa as the Girl In Grey is true, I think this is a neat sort of timeline fixing - almost as if Bran is saying âno, not yet, the pieces arenât aligned, Jon canât leave yet, Brienne isnât at the Vale to get Sansa, I havenât trained enough, Jon still keeps slapping his hands over his third eye so he canât see, I need to give myself more time here.â)
Bran II in A Game of Thrones
But...it's not just his family and friends that I think Bran is trying to help here, and of course, if he IS the Three-Eyed Crow, he isnât YET. What I think is going to be a big climactic part of Bran's story is self sacrifice, giving up some of his own power, his own happiness, to save others. Yes, part of this is my absolute refusal to accept Borg Hivemind Fantasy Police State King Bran in that he will say NO to the hivemind, but I think there's something magical here as well!
I think in order to access great power you need to be willing to put your own body on the line.
Jojen mentions having gotten sick with "greywater fever" shortly before his greendreams started
Dany experiences a miscarriage then literally walks into fire in order to hatch her dragons
both Beric and Catelyn have to quite literally be gruesomely murdered in order for Thoros' fire magic to work to bring them back to life
Melisandre has to physically give birth in order for her shadow assassination to work
on and on it goes. In order to be capable of great power, you canât just have a willingness to throw someone ELSE onto the pyre but yourself as well. But Bran is pushed out of the window instead of willingly jumping. Or...
The wolfling was smarter than any of the hounds in his fatherâs kennel and Bran would have sworn he understood every word that was said to him, but he showed very little interest in chasing sticksâŠFinally he got tired of the stick game and decided to go climbingâŠ.
The wolf did as he was told. Bran scratched him behind the ears, then turned away, jumped, grabbed a low branch, and pulled himself up. He was halfway up the tree, moving easily from limb to limb, when the wolf got to his feet and began to howl.
Bran looked back down. His wolf fell silent, staring up at him through slitted yellow eyes. A strange chill went through him. He began to climb again. Once more the wolf howled. âQuiet,â he yelled. âSit down. Stay. Youâre worse than Mother.â The howling chased him all the way up the tree, until finally he jumped off onto the armory roof and out of sight.
I think this is future Bran, finally becoming the Three Eyed Crow, inside Summer. Summer shows no interest in the game and itâs only then that Bran decides to go climbing. Future Bran is sacrificing himself for the greater good - but canât stop his mournful cry of the fate that awaits his own young self.
#valyrianscrolls#bran stark#getting on my soap box#starklings#twow speculation#ados speculation#magic in asoiaf#the winged wolf#rani attempts meta#lawyering for bran#i started writing this over a year ago alsdjflk#tbh i also did a write up bc the only 'bran is doing some light time travelling' meta i've found is in fact preston jacobs and people#that are building off of preston jacobs. and the thing is i fucking hate video format#give me a goddamn pdf or pure audio for the love of god. so i wanted a write up of this SOMEWHERE for my own reference#if nothing else!!!!!#anyways i know 'bran is a time traveler' sounds insane but 'bran can whisper through the trees even in the technical past' makes sense#i will be doing more bran posting i have had this blog over a year and i do not post about my son enough#i'm doing my fandom name thewingedwolf a disservice here#iâm basically just trying to write up all my various bran theories. i promise to post more than once a year for bran aksksjdjd#i gotta post this now or itâs gonna sit for another year so if there are spelling or grammar mistakes no thereâs not
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I was drawing other things but I felt a sudden and irresistible urge to abandon everything to draw this
When your dad makes for a pretty good nightlight
#hollow knight#pure vessel#pale king#the hollow knight#hornet#hk hornet#hornet hollow knight#hk thk#spooky arts#PV deserves to have a good childhood I will die on this hill#I love making AU's where they're found out pre-sealing and get to live a fairly normal life they deserve it#They deserve everything good in life
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They created a strange tableau: rabid boy, trapped girl, bombed-out building. It suggested a tale that could only end in tragedy. Star-crossed lovers meeting their fate. A revenge story turned in on itself. A war saga that took no prisoners.
#coriolanus x lucy gray#snowbaird#tbosasedit#tbosas#the hunger games#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#exactly a five min edit to express my undying devotion to a book!version of them#because you know what?? tbosas movie was a properly made thg prequel but it was HOSTILE to coryo x lg shippers#it wasn't wuthering heights enough it wasn't hozier enough it wasn't hadestown enough!!!!!!!#but above all it wasn't BRAVE enough#2k23 cinema is so hesitant when it comes to love stories it's almost revolting#tom blyth worked his heart off for what????? for one tiny kiss where rachel isn't even an active participant?????#where are you 'he kissed her until his lip started to bleed'?????#i hate the erasure of many defining moments and dialogues#i hate they didn't make 'pure as the driven snow' lucy gray's love confession to her murderous bf#i hate their first kiss was ruined i hate we didn't get the reunion they deserved 'YOU FOUND ME' 'YOU KNEW I WOULD'#heartfelt and dubios innocent and calculated meant to be and meant to be apart MY SNAKES AND SONGBIRDS BOTH OF THEM#this film had almost succeeded in wiping out the whole meaning of their dynamics and I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT#shitty things i do for love
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2024 reads / storygraph
A Tempest of Tea
first in a YA fantasy duology
follows a young immigrant woman in a fantasy Victorian city who runs a tearoom that doubles as an illegal bloodhouse for vampires at night
when their business is threatened, she gets a chance to save it by teaming up with her best friend, a rich girl with a talent for forgery, a vampire artist, and a mysterious city guard to do a heist to infiltrate high society and collect a logbook that may reveal the extent of the corruption in the city
fantasy city with a masked ruler, arthurian elements, themes of colonialism
#a tempest of tea#aroaessidhe 2024 reads#This has a really cool concept and worldbuilding and some fantastic characters!#I like the discussion of immigration and colonialism (I appreciate a story in this niche thatâs not so white)#I like arthie and jinâs relationship and Arthie is a great character.#It definitely feels like the first half of a story - like is the arthurian stuff gonna come up more or is it just...#the mc is called arthie and has a gun she pulled out of a stone. Is there more to that lmao. it does end on a cliffhanger too.#The main thing I *didn't* like is that the middle kinda turns intoâŠmiscellaneous events purely to facilitate the characters being attracted#to each other. good for them I guess but i donât care.#(I probably should have expected that based on the authorâs other duology so that's on me I guess)#(the romances also feel on the older side of YA)#I also found that the audioboook narrator paused slightly too long between sentences.#I love having author interviews at the end of audiobooks!#which also directly called me out for guessing the obvious twist but not the multiple others directly after#(granted the obvious one I was like... genuinely confused whether it was supposed to be a twist bc I thought we already knew that)#also what's up with the coconut. lol. why that specifically
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