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Remember the beast. by I love dark skies and dramatic clouds …

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Crisp but beautiful day at the Mouth of the Tyne #northshields #southshields #lowtide #landscapes #landscapephotography #landscape #paisagem #cloud #cloudphotography #cloudlovers #nuvem #sky #skylovers #skyphotography #skyline #ceu #cielo #winterdays #blackmiddens #naturephotography #nature #amateurphotography #greatoutdoors #greatbritain #greatshots #outdoorlife #outdoorliving (at Black Middens) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cpp0Ah3M7rA/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Minimal. Abstract. Artitecture. South Shields. #southshields #tyneside #minimal #abstract #artitecture #abstractphotography #reductionism #monochrome #blackandwhite #tiles #urbanabstract #canonphotography #eosr6 #paulbradley #photography #paulbradleyphotography #scudmonkey #Pattern #Texture #Lines #minimalism #urbangeometry (at South Shields Seafront) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpTBW8ktq2A/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[azeene]

The sparkle on that dress though!✨💖 - - - - - #girls #spontaneous #spontaneousadventures #randomnight #birthday #birthdaygirl #girlsgirlsgirls #wouldhave #wetherspoons #southshields #thewouldhave #sparkle #sparklydress #sparklesparkle #discoverunder100k #discoverunder5k #microblog #friends (at South Shields) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmU4M9sIQuW/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[harbingercr0w]

a handful of npcs from my dnd campaign ive been running since february :3 its called slungeons and slagons bc my name is slaine and its dungeons and dragons

anywho! left to right:

nerrik, human? bloodhunter/rogue, killer for hire and works primarily for an organized crime organization called the deerstalker syndicate. awkward wet cat and freakishly tall- hes 7’2” 😭 i promise the others arent the size of peas.

sorley southshield, mountain dwarf necromancy student at the citys magic university who graverobs for class and accidentally dug up the party who got buried alive

taeral farona, high elf, professor of graviturgy and enchantments at the same university sorley attends. they also work for the deerstalker syndicate- well. worked. theyre a bitch!

lemòn, aarakocra merchant! he runs the magic shop the party goes to, he doesnt speak common except for a handful of phrases so his daughter, poppyseed, translates for him.

there are so many more npcs . however these are the only ones i wish to show rn :3

[black-queen-rising]

They Said "Kid, You Gotta Fake It Till You Make It"...Then I Did

(Closed starter for @goldenclarice)

One Moon Ago; The last day of the fourth month, two days before King Viserys’ death

“The Lady-Regent is of House Rowan by birth, gentle, intelligent, and sociable, everything a young Lord-Paramount would be lucky to find in his consort, and that is to say nothing of her connections.”

“Which are?” Rhaenyra’s eyes flitted over to the tall, lithe, and dark-blonde haired woman who stood opposite her in front of a map of The Reach and its borderlands the pair were surveying as she spoke. Lady Willow Fossoway, the eldest child of one of the Tyrell’s strongest banner men, had served as the new Queen’s lady-in-waiting for a decade; she was a stunningly talented musician and composer, so much so that the skill alone was more than enough to keep her in Rhaenyra’s employ, shielded from marriage to a man she would surely find no joy with, and lavished in the company of beautiful but lonely wives and gorgeous, self-abnegating eldest daughters. But the justification was only that, because the true purpose of Lady Willow’s service was as her liege’s principal spy, and spy mistress, in the kingdom’s wealthiest region, the place she was least likely to find allies of her own, the beating heart of The Faith, The Maesters, and the will to see Westeros’ first Ruling-Queen fail.

“The Shield Isles, to begin, she is one of thirteen children, and their Lady-Mother has seen them married despicably well.” Willow laughed shortly, “The eldest three girls all married the now-Lords of the islands, except Southshield, the Serrys are Lady Rowan’s maiden house, their alliance was never in doubt. The heir is my good-brother through Alysanne.”

“The second in your circle?” Rhaenyra questioned, clearly impressed, and Willow nodded satisfiedly.

“The very same! The spare is married to Lord Caswell’s eldest.”

“Wed to a woman set to inherit her father’s fortune, is that not the dream of every second son?” It was the Queen’s turn to laugh, then, and her lady hummed in amused agreement.

“The middle girl is married to the newly inherited Lord Tarly, and the Lady Regent’s closest older sister to the heir to their vassals, Petty Lords by the name of Hunt. As far as anyone can tell all to spurn her mother and the late-Lord Tyrell, which I imagine would’ve made a much larger statement if her sister had not married him herself less than two years later.”

“And the younger ones?”

“The youngest daughter recently came of age, it seems Lady Rowan will settle for no less with her than the heir to House Redwyne, there’s two younger boys as well, it seems they’re waiting in the wings to sure up alliances wherever they’re needed most. The second-youngest girl has accompanied Lady Tyrell to court though,” one of Willow’s perfectly manicured eyebrows raised as she concluded, “They aim high and higher, Lord Cedric and Lady Selyse, and you can be sure there’s soon to come great offense at the match of Prince Joffrey and Lady Alannys. With no marriage pacts to offer and Lord Greyjoy sitting on your council,” she bit the corner of her lip and sighed before concluding, “There may be no true leverage you hold to sway this faction to your side.”

“And their alliances with Oldtown?”

Willow laughed again, but far more harshly than the first, “None to speak of, Your Grace, though certainly not for lack of trying. You mustn’t allow yourself to fall into the trap of seeing these matters as black and white…or even black and green, the late-Lord was no true friend of the Hightowers either, but we will be played for fools if we rely on that simple neutrality.”

“And the late-Lord Tyrell, Lorence, right? Do you know the truth of what happened to him?”

“A skirmish in the Dornish Marches, it was seen by a dozen, and the wounds that caused his demise by thrice that.”

“I see,” Rhaenyra swallowed hard at the feeling of her stomach twisting; the Dornish envoy arrived not a week before, how could she accomplish anything, if she could not even put a stop to this meaningless fighting?

Now; The last day of the fifth month, one week before Queen Rhaenyra’s coronation

The meeting was to be held in the Small Council Chamber, formal introductions had been made on the Iron Throne before her father’s funeral had even come, but this was a conversation between allies, not a missive from a ruler to her vassal. Rhaenyra dressed in gold, daring to hope it would be taken as the show of good faith she intended; what was her reign if not the product of a decade, or three, spent making such gestures.

The Lady Regent is one and twenty, her son, Lyonel, just two.

The reminder bounced around her head, hitting a hundred sore spots on its path. Jace is twenty, Clarice not even a full year older, Rhaenyra herself already had two sons by that age, Joffrey would come before the year was out, she had been ruling Dragonstone nearly five years then. But the memory most in prominent in her mind remained how desperately lonely she had been...and how thoroughly trapped she had felt in the only tangible proof of her father’s love.

She has a mother, a father, half a dozen older siblings too, all supporting her, stop fretting over mothering someone who is not a child, and neither needs, nor wants it…

What would you not have given for the ally you could be to her in this Court? Where would you be if you hadn’t promised yourself so many times the Court you created would not be built off the backs of broken girls?

The battle in Rhaenyra’s thoughts did not cease until the guard outside the door announced, “The Lady-Regent Clarice Tyrell, for you, your Majesty.”

“Of course,” Rhaenyra stood to greet her guest, golden silk swirling around her as silver-gold curls hung elaborately around the Queen’s face and down her back. She was met by a girl with large, dark eyes, wearing an equally lavish gown, who upon closer inspection, could pass for even younger than already apparent youth. Her stomach twisted as the thought intruded into her already fraught mind; the girl you wished so badly for Jace to be…she’d look just. like. her.

Rhaenyra forced a dazzling smile, charm was a skill so practiced in her life she could fake it with an ease most did not even have when operating on intuition. “My Lady, it is a pleasure and a privilege. You have my thanks for making the time to speak privately and I am glad we’ve gotten this chance to acquaint ourselves with one another properly.”

[aegor-bamfsteel]

From our glimpse into the ironborn political sphere in a ACOK, ADWD and especially AFFC, other than Victarion and Aeron, which notable lords tended to come across as actual supporters of the old way philosophy?

Actual supporters of the Old Way I’m taking to mean men who view reaving as a calling and follow the drowned priests seriously, rather than just to get free stuff and kidnap women; which knocks out a lot of Euron’s immediate supporters (Houses Wynch and Orkwood come to mind) And notable lords I’m taking to mean from lordly houses; which knocks out all of the cadet branches from Goodbrother and Harlaw, plus those lesser Houses like Weaver/Humble/Codd etc. Then there’s got to be enough circumstantial evidence to indicate they’d follow the Old Way seriously rather than just showing up at the ACOK feast or voting Victarion or Euron at the Kingsmoot. That said:

Lord Gorold Goodbrother is definitely someone who takes the Drowned God seriously, sending his son Gormond (who was ritually drowned, meaning he’s religious) to tell Aeron about Balon’s death. He wanted the priest’s advice on whether he should rebel against Euron usurping the Seastone Chair, even if Aeron thinks less of him for living inland. He does switch over to Euron after supporting Victarion, but after the Shield Islands invasion he’s expressing doubt over longterm gain, so he’s clearly not a Euron supporter just in it for some quick loot.

I think Lord Sparr is a follower of the Old Way. He tells Aeron about how he was drowned along with his heir Steffarion on his nameday. He brings Aeron news of Balon’s death rather than joining up with Euron immediately like some other lords. While he doesn’t speak at the Kingsmoot, and he doesn’t join in the Shield Islands invasion, the Sparrs seem to be in Victarion’s camp, and one of them is part of his Iron Fleet, so Euron didn’t see them as reliable.

Lord Dunston Drumm probably takes the philosophy seriously. He has a proud house history that he goes on about, including taking a Valyrian sword with trickery, so reaving isn’t just for personal glory to him, but a way of life (even if the returns haven’t been that great). He supports himself over any Greyjoy and doesn’t switch sides. He, Gorold, and Rodrik all talk about how they’re worried about how little the Shields are worth compared to how the Reach will respond, so he’s not hyped up on the quick victory. His sons are likely loyal to him, since Euron names the captain Andrik over them as Lord of Southshield.

Possibly Lord Kenning of Harlaw, who doesn’t answer Rodrik’s summons to Ten Towers to support Asha. His relative Ralf was one of Victarion’s strongest supporters who urged him to press his claim

Possibly the Stonehouse of Old Wyk, even though he wasn’t seen voting at the moot. But his relative Red Ralf was one of Victarion’s champions, and Victarion was Aeron’s chosen candidate

Possibly Lord Maron Volmark, since it seems his House is traditionally friendly with the drowned priests, he’s a scion of the extinct House Hoare, plus he was one of Victarion’s supporters during the kingsmoot. However, he doesn’t have enough solid characterization to say for sure

[bloodiaed]

*  ♔  ◟     (   naomi   scott,   twenty   eight,   cis   woman,   she   or   her   )     the  capital  of  king's  landing  welcomes  ELINOR  of  HOUSE RYSWELL  née  SERRY,  the  dowager  ruling  lady  of  the  rills.  news  borne  by  raven  sends  word  that  they  are  reputed  to  be  nurturing,  but  with  the  eyes  of  court  watching  their  every  move,  they  might  prove  to  be  guarded.  when  songs  are  sung,  their  verses  speak  of  a  small  hand  clinging  to  her  skirts  +  a  wardrobe  of  mourning  blacks  that  have  just  begun  to  gather  dust  +  a  flower  blossomed  that  has  not  quite  adjusted  to  winter’s  bitter  sting.  whispers  throughout  the  seven  kingdoms  claim  that  their  allegiance  lies  with  house  stark  and  the  north,  where  they  conspire  to  procure  suitable  matches  for  her  good  sisters.  but  in  the  end,  fealty  means  little  when  you  play  the  game  of  thrones.

full name : elinor margaery ryswell nee serry . age : twenty eight . region : riverlands . title : dowager ruling lady of the rills , former lady of southshield . gender + pronouns : cis woman , she / her . orientation : pansexual . eye color : dark brown . hair color : black . height : five foot , six inches . inspirations : catelyn tully ( a song of ice and fire ) , jane seymour ( historical ) , persephone & hera ( greek mythology ) , morticia addams ( the addams family ) .

life in southshield was quiet , a peaceful upbringing that was away from the most watchful eye of westeros . their power at sea was strong and vast but they hardly had need for it these days . elinor didn't imagine much for her life , until one fateful day she met torrhen ryswell - a northern man who she met when he came to barter and trade goods on southshield . he was so handsome and elinor in all her beauty was like a magnet to him , and they fell instantly in love .

she was nineteen name days old when she married him , moving from idyllic island of the reach to the bitter cold of the north - but she could endure it for him . they were blessed with a child only a few years into their union , and their second a few years after . their life was perfect , until a fateful day two years ago when torrhen went on a hunting trip , returning home with injuries across his body . a few days after arriving back home he died , and her heart was shattered .

it was through the help of her good sisters that she was able to survive and heal , helping each other through their grief and pain . more coming , i swear . summary : sunflower turned winter rose , certified momfriend who is actually a mom , heart is currently healing .

[dvinitaes]

ysabela  redwyne   , lady   of   the   arbor

hear  ye  hear  ye  —  the  riverlands  welcomes LADY  YSABELA  REDWYNE of THE  ARBOR.  king  matthos  baratheon  is  glad  that  the THIRTY-FIVE year  old  appears  to  be INDEPENDENT and  he  shall  overlook  that  it’s  said  they  are  also CYNICAL,  as  long  as  they  are  glad  to  celebrate  peace  in  the  seven  kingdoms.  fortunately  for  them,  matthos  remains  oblivious  that  aren’t  happy  with  his  reign.

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂  𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀����𝐈𝐎𝐍

full  name  :  ysabela  grafton  (  baela  by  those  close  to  her  ) age  :  thirty-five  years  old date  of  birth:  the  18th  of  the  seventh  turn  (  july  )  hometown  :  the  arbor  ,  the  reach  ,  westeros gender  &  pronouns  :  cis  female  +  she  /  her orientation  :  heterosexual  +  heteroromantic religion  :  faith  of  the  seven marriage  status  :  widowed titles  &  occupation  :  ruling  lady  of  southshield  ,  lady  of  arbror

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋  𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

hair  colour  :  black eye  colour  :  brown height  :  1.68  m  /  5’6”  ft face  claim  :  janet montgomery  

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘  𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒 

moral  alignment  :  chaotic  good positive  traits  :  determined  ,  independent  ,  rational negative  traits  :  blunt  ,  cynical  ,  opinionated  hobbies  :  hawking  ,  playing  the  instrument 

𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄

264  ac  -  she  and  her  twin  brother  are  born  to  lord  edmure  and  lady  serra  redwyne 

276  ac  -  death  of  her  parents,  edmure  and  serra,  on  a  ship  wreck  on  their  way  back  from  the  mainland.  in  the  same  year  her  uncle  assumed  the  role  of  regent  as  her  brother  was  too  young  to  rule  the  arbor

284  ac  -  accompanied  her  aunt,  edwyna  redwyne,  to  oldtown  as  she  sorted  the  redwyne/port  affairs  there.  additionally,  she  was  secretly  getting  treated  for  an  illness.

288  ac  -  return  home  with  her  aunt  only  to  find  out  that  she  was  to  be  married  to  lord  theodore  serry,  heir  of  house  serry. 

289  ac  -  marriage  to  theodore  serry  and  moved  from  the  arbor  to  southshield 

294  ac  -  death  of  theodore  serry  due  to  illness.  after  mourning,  ysabela  returned  to  the  arbor.  there  she  helped  managed  the  affairs  of  house  redwyne,  secretly  harboring  ill  feelings  towards  her  uncle  who  has  stolen  her  brother’s  birthright.

299  ac  -  present  time.

[harrenhalyuri]

the angel on my shoulder telling me to make alicent's mother a member of House Serry from Southshield VS the devil on my shoulder telling me to make her a Hightower cousin that otto married because I am absolutely projecting tywin and joanna on them

[reignfms]

𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 ,  poppy !  highgarden awaits the arrival of roslyn serry within the next 24 hours or risk reopening. the following fc(s) are now taken: emily carey

⟨ emily carey. demi woman. she + they. 20. ⟩ we welcome roslyn serry to highgarden , the lady of southshield. keep an eye out for their perfidious nature, they tend to cover it up by acting amiable. rumor has it they are neutral to the peace treaty, and their loyalties lie with house serry. you’ll know it’s them when you get flashes of a dagger strapped to a pale leg ; hidden beneath elegant skirts & delicate fingers stroking the inky feathers of a crow — poppy.

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