#the faceless men

[mirabritart]

Heeeyy!! If you are still doing the anti ai thing, could you draw the Alchemist from the AFFC prologue? someone literally just (!!) added ai art to his wiki page, how infuriating

The Alchemist! and, mayhaps, some other guys as well... but definitely the Alchemist!!

[jonsnowunemploymentera]

ASOIAF entities as main pop girlies

The Night's Watch = Katy Perry

Once upon a time, pop's most influential hit maker suddenly decided to dye her hair blonde and get a pixie cut, got political, and publicly spoke to a therapist who told her to get her shit together. Thus began her never-ending flop era.

In an unrelated sequence of events, Aegon I Targaryen (a weird blonde man) invaded Westeros, created a central political unit, told the different kingdoms to get their shit together, and cut off the NW's weekly supply of men since there were no more pointless wars going around. Thus began their never-ending flop era.

BTW Jon Snow is the NW's 'Harleys in Hawaii'....their first and only hit in a really long time :(

The Kingsguard = Taylor Swift

Very famous, very rich, very influential, actually has a history of producing incredible material. But every now and then, you get a pop album that's just so..... bleh :/ And is Jaime Lannister the Westeros version of Taylor's Reputation era? Idk, you tell me....

Also, remember how TS had a feud with KP but got more famous and successful as Katy faded into irrelevance? Yeah, me too. In the same vein, the KG continues to maintain its high reputation while its counterpart (the NW) becomes even more irrelevant than it already was, if that's even possible.

The Golden Company = Gaga

Exclusively for the gays and no one else. There's really no doubt about it. But Gaga hurt the fanbase when she decided to pivot into acting, which is currently giving her more success than the music stuff. The GC has a great reputation but comes from a history of flop rebellions. So they've pivoted to a "Targaryen" pretender in hopes that they can win big this time around.

The Rainbowguard = Charli XCX

Huh?? Shouldn't the Rainbow Guard be Gaga??!

Please 🙄 don't be ridiculous. They do not have the material, and that's the T. But they're both for the gals and the gays. And in the same way that Charli had like two hits then faded into the shadows, the Rainbow Guard really can only claim Loras and Brienne. The rest are inconsequential.

The Brotherhood Without Banners = Dula Peep (aka Dua Lipa)

Who doesn't know THE Albanian pop princess Dula Peep?? She new, she's hot, and she's from out of town! She's got good music, but critics say that she's been recycling the same sound for a while now which is getting stale. The BWB has fallen into the hands of a foreign red god, and critics say that they can't produce a hit anymore since they kept recycling the same Beric. They did it six times, which got a little stale...

The Faceless Men = Grimes

Grimes makes really good music, I think? Also, remember when she dated a douchebag billionaire, got dumped, then staged a PR stunt reading the communist manifesto? Me neither. Anyway, the FM are known for being very good assassins who sell their services for the highest price possible. They were also founded by slaves, but that's probably unrelated.

Maesters of the Citadel = SZA

The talent is there, the influence is there, and the reputation is there. But you cannot trust them because they like to lie a lot...unprovoked.

[BONUS] Robb Stark's Vanguard = Bebe Rexha

Bebe is responsible for some of the greatest pop hits of the 21st century; she's even written one of the greatest K-pop songs of all time, that's a whole other region!! She's the very face of talent, but she's unfortunately a blink and you'll miss it type of gal. The average Joe would most likely struggle to name more than two songs from her. Robb's Vanguard also has the talent. They have the material. But sadly, 90% of us would struggle to identify anyone not named Dacey Mormont. I mean, did you even remember that this group existed?

[BONUS] Tywin Lannister = Nicki Minaj

A very talented but messy bitch who likes to play around with extremely problematic people...do I need to elaborate any further?

[classicasongoficeandfire]

Jaqen by Holoi

[c-m-li]

It's insane how many people absolutely hated the Waif's guts and I completely blame the show runners.

And, yes, a part of it is bc she was mean to your fave Arya, but a huge part was bc the show runners have no respect for the deep lore of ASoIaF or magic at all. They didn't take the time necessary to explain properly what the House of Black and White was or the Faceless Men.

Arya wasn't in a training academy for assassins, that's not what the House of Black and White is.

The House of Black and White is a religious order and the Faceless Men are their priests.

The Waif was always beating Arya bc she knew that Arya wasn't taking it seriously. The Waif is basically a priest in a religious order and she has to watch Arya, who just viewed the entire thing like an opportunity to get new skills on how to kill her enemies.

[lqynxv]

reading aryas chapters with the faceless men when she does her disguises

[nymerias-heart]

Arya x Aegon

One of my favourite parts of an Aerya au, which is set after Aryas faceless men training, is when her disguise starts to fall apart the longer she is with people she cares about and you can start to see her real face.

Aegon (clueless): wowww ur eyes sometimes look grey! maybe it’s the change in lighting!!

Arya (panicking): 🎵He KNOWS, he KNOWS and I know he KNOWS🎵.

[thebeesareback]

I've been listening to the (always excellent) @radiowesteros series on Arya Stark and something occurred to me. Before Arya, Gendry and Hot Pie were taken to Harrenhal, they spent some time living in the wilderness. While there, they met a clearly traumatised woman and a little girl. The woman died after a few days, and the little girl ran off and is never seen/heard from again. It seems like an odd detail to mention, aside from showing more of the small folks' suffering.

So i was wondering if the little girl is Jaquen Hagaar in disguise. He needs to keep tabs on Arya, possibly because she owes the many-face god a life debt, possibly because he's come to Westeros to recruit her. Obviously, he's able to disguise himself pretty efficiently! Most of this argument comes down to that joke about Batman: weird how you never see Bruce Wayne and Batman in the same room, or, weird how you never see Jaquen Hagaar and this little girl together. Also, there's the traumatised woman. She certainly could be in a state of shock because her home burned down, she witnessed mass execution or, GRRM's favourite, SA. However, it's also possible that she saw an adult man turn into a little girl and doesn't know how to process that. The woman does die pretty quickly, possibly because of a conveniently-located assassin?

[aeriondripflame]

nobody cares but me but just know that the seven are the many faced god. the seven, despite misconception, is one god with seven (many) faces. one of these gods is the stranger, the god of death. the seven abhors slavery. the seven is made up of the major aspects of humanity, of mortality, of life before death. the seven preaches sacrifice and abstinence which compares to the faceless men practice of equal costs and exchange for their assassinations. the acolytes of both religions dress similarly and have nearly identical ritual cleansing post death. in affc, the kindly man states “in westeros [he of many faces is] the stranger” and we know that the stranger and the rest of the seven are one god, the god of many faces.

[montyluvsjasper]

Casual reminder, Dany couldn't hire a faceless man with all the gold that used to be in Casterly Rock.

BECAUSE, Valyrians were still in fact evil blood supremacist dark wizards who did god only knows what to their conquered slaves outside of volcano mining.

They aren't going to help someone with three dragons conquer a chamber pot.

[westeroswisdom]

A summary of what the Faceless Men are all about.

The Faceless Men are a guild of assassins who serve both one and many gods at the same time through their contracted killings. They started as slaves in the city of Valyria long ago. As slaves, they worked in the mines of the Fourteen Fires, which was the name of the many connected volcanic mountains located in Valyria. While working in the mines, the many slaves often prayed to their native gods asking for death to end their suffering. An unidentified slave saw this and came to the realization that within all religions is some god who holds dominion over death. And although this god may have many names -- or faces -- it was the same god across all religions: the god of death (or as he became to be reffered to by the Faceless Men, the Many-Faced God). So, this unkown slave took it upon himself to grant the desperate wishes of his fellow slaves and give them the "gift" of death. In other words, he would kill them to end their suffering. Soon, the slave recruited others and so the Faceless Men were born. As time passed, they eventually left Valyria (following the Doom of Valyria which left the city in ruins) and primarily settled in the free city Braavos, a city in Essos founded by slaves whose aim was to create a place that welcomes anyone and everyone and has a freedom of religion. This is where they built the House of Black and White -- the temple in which they worship the Many-Faced God.

The article goes into some of the ways the series differs from the books regarding the Faceless Men. This bit about Valyria was particularly interesting.

Legend says that Valyria was destroyed in a firey catastrophe, destroying nearly all its architecture and any records of the Valyrian Freehold empire. However, in the books, many suspect the Faceless Men were responsible for the Doom when their assasination victims moved from slaves to their slave masters, most of which were mages in charge of keeping the many volcanoes under control from eratic eruption. Thus, the volcanoes erupted and crumbled the city to ashes.

[lupiiny]

“Speak the names, and a man will do the rest.”

[lazerpunk]

[levithestripper]

frothing at the mouth hyperventilating passing out dying

yay here’s mr nobody (he’s just like me fr)

[yurlittleangle]

Masked!Stalker x Reader (sfw) pt.1

Note: character ai was down so I decided to write this. Don't judge me you kinky fuck.

The moonlight filtered through

the cracks in the blinds, casting silvery streaks across your bedroom. Soft breaths escaped your parted lips, steady and

Undisturbed. You were lost in the depths of sleep, oblivious to the shadow lingering at the edge of the room.

He had waited for this moment,

hidden in the dark, watching, memorizing the rise and fall of your chest. The creak of the window latch had been so quiet, a sound swallowed by the stillness of the night. Now, he stood mere feet from your bed, his gloved hands brushing over the windowsill before retreating to his sides.

It wasn't his first time doing this, he merely got bolder every time. He wouldn't lie if he said he touched himself constantly when he noticed that you were alone. Intransed at every detail with the hidden cameras he arranged in all the proper angles of your room.

You looked so peaceful- vulnerable in a way that made his pulse race. His mask, worn to obscure his identity, felt stifling now, his breath coming hot and heavy against the fabric. But he wouldn't remove it. Not yet.

The floorboards didn't betray

him as he moved closer, his steps measured and deliberate.

He stopped at the edge of the bed, drinking at the sight of you. Your lips slightly parted, the faintest flush to your cheeks. A pang of pity prickled in the back of his mind, but it was quickly swallowed by a darker, more insistent desire.

He crouched low, his gloved fingers ghosting over the edge of your blanket. Slowly, carefully, he peeled it back, revealing the soft curves of your body beneath. His breath hitched. He'd spent countless nights imagining this moment, and now, with you mere inches away, it felt almost surreal.

He reached out, fingertips grazing the bare skin of your arm, cold leather against warmth. You stirred faintly but didn't wake, a soft murmur escaping your lips. The sound sent a jolt of need coursing through him.

He leaned closer, the weight of his presence pressing against you like a dark tide. "I've waited so long for this," he whispered, his voice muffled by the mask but dripping with intent.

His gloved hand drifted down your arm with reverence, savoring the heat of your skin even through the barrier of leather. You shifted again, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you instinctively turned toward the touch, your subconscious seeking comfort in the unfamiliar.

It was intoxicating-how

vulnerable you were, how easily he could mold you to his will without even a word. He eyed as your chest rose and fell, the thin fabric of your sleepwear doing little to conceal the curves that haunted his dreams.

He tugged at the blanket more,

exposing the length of your legs, the smooth skin practically glowing under the faint moonlight. His gloved hand slid down, tracing the curve of your calf, up to the softness of your thigh. His fingers paused there, trembling slightly, as he drank in the sight of you, spread out and utterly unguarded.

Leaning closer, he let his mask graze your skin, his breath hot and uneven against your shoulder. You stirred again, your body's natural instincts sensing the invasion of your space. His gloved hand covered your mouth gently, silencing any noise before it could escape, even as his lips brushed the shell of your ear.

"Shh," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "Don't wake up. Not yet. There you go..."

The command was delicate, yet laced with an authority that made your body still under his touch. The warmth of his words, and his hands, seemed to seep into your subconscious, leaving you pliant beneath him.

His hands roamed more freely

now, exploring the curves and contours he'd dreamed of touching for so long. He drank in every reaction-the twitch of your fingers, the faint shiver that ran through you at his touch.

(you got blue balls yet? 🤨)

His gloved hands moved to pull

at the hem of your shirt, baring more of you to his hungry gaze. The cool air against your skin made you stir once more, but his firm grip kept you in place, his touch unyielding.

"You have no idea what you do to me," he murmured, the words barely audible beneath his mask. The hem of your shirt bunched at your ribs as his hands explored further, fingers tracing the underside of your curves.

He leaned Closer, his breath

now ghosting over your exposed skin. Through the barrier of the mask, he pressed what could only be described as a kiss against your naked stomach- his devotion tangible even in his restraint.

Your body reacted instinctively, a soft whine escaping your lips that made his breath hitch. He froze for a moment, waiting to see if you would wake. When you only shifted slightly, murmuring something incoherent, he let out a shaky exhale.

The mask was suffocating him now, the heat of his need pressing against the cool fabric like a brand. He wavered before lifting it just enough to free his mouth, allowing him the luxury of feeling your skin against his lips.

His tongue flicked out, tasting the salt of your skin as he pressed open-mouthed kisses to your stomach. His hands, now bare, replaced the gloves he'd discarded with an almost reverent urgency.

His fingers splayed over your thighs, thumbs tracing slow, teasing circles as he dipped lower, close enough to feel the heat radiating from your core.

His hands found the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down inch by agonizing inch. The cool air that kissed your thighs made you stir again, a quiet gasp escaping your lips. Your eyelids fluttered briefly, but before you could wake fully, his hand was back over your mouth, firm yet gentle.

"Shhh..."

[lalalalalalalelalila]

[sugarcarnation]

love love love how similar these two panels are. makes me insane