#the wall game of thrones

[eddieheart]

On the Wall

(Part one)

Fandom: Game of Thrones

Pairings: none yet

Description: A woman on the wall, it was hard to imagine. Yet here she was, pretending to be her dead brother.

Warning: it’s a little violent and it’ll only get worse from here

The stench of death followed the group as they marched into the black castle. Well, the castle it's self wasn't black obviously, (how would you even make a castle black?) Not the outside of the building, but the people inside and their black souls.

Alessa's feet ached, they'd been walking for days, her empty stomach cried out for attention. She was fine though, she'd gone a lot longer with a lot less many a time before.

All she carried was stuffed into a small leather satchel, a small bag of dark bitter tea that seemingly only she and her siblings liked, a drawing Sarisa had made of their family on a piece of parchment and the little doll she'd given her elder sister before leaving. ‘For luck, to keep you safe’, she'd said in her small, gentle voice.

Alessa griped her necklace tightly. A wooden carving on a string the real Arell had made before he died, before he was killed. That's why she was here, risking her life at the wall.

The rowdy group walked up to menacing hold, their escort giving them a final salute before heading back to town. The gates opened, welcoming them inside.

"C'mon men, welcome to castle black. We'll take you down to the bunks first, you can leave any belongings there. You'll head down for a morning meal." A cranky old man called out to the lot.

Alessa, Arell now, gulped down the lump in her throat. She followed the crowd of men towards the barracks gently placing the last of her belonging on a straw mattress then heading off to the mess hall.

Sneaking into the hall quietly, she slipped through the crowds, grabbing a bowl of whatever they'd thrown together.

To everyone else it must have tasted absolutely rancid, but to Alessa it was liquid gold. The grey mush filled her stomach, satiated her hunger like it'd hadn't been in years, not since her mother was still around.

She could feel the eyes of the other men around her searing into her back. Alessa knew what she must look like, an absolute pig to be able to enjoy such slop. But she payed them no mind, finishing off her meal completely, her bowl was practically cleaned by the time she was done. Whomever got assigned wash duty would surely be pleased with her dish.

A hand on her shoulder startled her so badly she nearly jumped out of her seat. She'd been so engrossed in her meal that she hadn't noticed the others slowly streaming out of the hall and an elderly man walking up behind her.

"When was the last time you ate boy?" The man, she recognized as the Lord Commander, asked.

"Oh! I'm so sorry, m'Lord. I-I'll be off to the training grounds now." She tried to stand but was pushed back into her seat by the arm on her shoulder.

"I asked you, when the last time you ate was." He repeated in a steady voice.

Alessa swallowed thickly, slightly embarrassed to be asked such a question. Surely he was making fun of her appreciation of the food.

"Oh, I-I'm sorry. Beside today... maybe, three-four days ago." The elder man nodded solemnly.

"And your parents, they weren't very fortunate, you didn't get food often?"

"No ser."

"You eat too fast you'll lose your guts, 'specially if you haven't been eating much usual. But if after everyone is done there's still food left, you can always help yourself to another plate."

Alessa sat there in shock, no stranger had ever given her such a kindness before. Not in all her life had someone offered her more food than she got at home.

"Now, go an' get another bowl before Lloyd cleans us out, then hurry off to training. Y'need s'more meat on your bones. And if you're much longer Allister will have your arse." The man gave her one last hard pat on the back before walking off.

She smiled to softly to herself before running up for another bowl.

She was about to follow the others when a voice called out to her.

"You, twig boy," she almost kept walking before he yelled out again. "Father killer." That stopped her dead in her tracks.

"Follow me."

He thrust a sword into her arms and practically dragged her after him.

They walked into the courtyard, a small group of men stopped sparring and turned to faced the domineering man.

"Well someone took their sweet time didn't they? Grab your damn sword and get over here." The first man gave the second a knowing look before leaving her.

"New recruit boys, tell 'em your name lad." The older man commanded.

Alessa swallowed the thick lump in her throat, hoping to calm the raging sea in her stomach. She glanced nervously at the other boys, willing herself to speak.

"Arell. Name's Arell Fisher." The five men stared at her, stone expressions save for one, who looked ready to kill her.

"And?" Allister asked, clearly searching for a specific answer.

"I'm from the north, between winter town and the dreadfort." The older man's eyes narrower at her.

That hadn't been the answer he was looking for, stepping forward he gave her a seething glare. Then turned to the other boys with a sick smirk.

"And." He let out a snarky grunt before shouting out again. "Well boy, tell them why your here!"

"I killed my father." Allister slapped her hard on the back, nearly sending her falling forward.

"That's right, slaughtered him in broad daylight. Right in front of your little sister wasn't it? How old again? Five? Ten?"

"She's seven."

"Well isn't that right. Go on then lad, can't be worse than you look. Your balls even drop yet?" The older man mocked.

Thorn grabbed her roughly by the shoulders, pushing her into the group of strangers. She stumbled over her own feet, grabbing onto her sword as tightly as she could.

"Rast." He called forward the man with the murderous look.

He smirked at her flipping the sword around in his hand then charging forward. She quickly sidestepped, throwing her arm forward on instinct, slamming her hand and the butt of her sword into the man's back.

"Not as useless as you look then 'eh? Rest 'oh you lot, go on."

A tall spindly boy walked forward. He had a similar body type to her and to the real Arell, she supposed. She swung her sword forward to block his blow, though his was hard enough to send her partially to her knees. One knee now still and covered with mud, she threw herself back up.

The man brought his sword down onto her shoulder, thank the gods it was blunt or it might have just ripped through her arm. Alessa swung her sword with the last of her strength, straight into the side of his leg, knocking him to the ground with a loud thump.

She was panting now, couldn't expect the next blow. Straight to her back, throwing her into the ground. He hits her a few more times, she holds back her screams. She won't give them the satisfaction of hearing her cry.

"Pathetic." Allister sneered, walking off, leaving them all alone.

Part 2: TBD

Thanks again to @buggylad for editing! :)

[soncee]

Arya and Sansa's trip to the wall in the winter. This is what they should be doing instead of going to the south.

[thewatcher0nthewall]

"Dance with me then"

[15-lizards]

Fun hair stuff bc I’m sad ab what ASOIAF could have given us:

(All these fun posts can be found under #asoiaf hair and clothing) (go from the tag on this post instead of searching it on my page bc not all of them will show up :/)

(Also here’s the sequel with clothing)

(More hair styles) here’s some free cities ones

(All of this was found on Pinterest! I usually search traditional clothings from diff cultures!)

Is this not a fancy Baratheon woman who can’t wear her hair down bc the wind at storms end won’t allow it

Give the Dothraki cool beads and headwear to denote status!! Give them little additions to their culture!!

Let the northern women cover their heads their ears are COLD George

The Braavosi should wear shells and pearls bc they live by the sea god damnit

Targ girl coded and Lannister maiden pilled

[cheryroseart]

Fanart of my love, Jon Snow❄️

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Please don’t repost without credits

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[ldy-lilith]

A small sketch of my boy, Jon Snow.

I'm loving the first book and I really would like to have more time to sketch them properly, on digital. But until then, this is what you can have: Small doodles on the bus

[fuckyeahdindjarin]

Pre-TLOU Writers Archive

A resource for finding pre-TLOU Pedro Pascal characters fics

Hey everyone, this is just an idea that randomly struck me. I joined the fandom fairly recently in 2022, but as we all know, our numbers have well and truly exploded since TLOU aired.

We are incredibly lucky that our fandom has a massive treasure trove of fics written by so many amazing writers in the last few years, especially for pre-Joel Pedro boys that new fans are now discovering. However, new readers will probably have hard time finding these fics because nothing about Tumblr is set up to efficiently find any fic, let alone 'older' fics published months and years ago.

Since there's been such a huge influx of new readers in the fandom who may be looking for new-to-them 'old' fics to read, I thought it would useful to start a list of writers who have been writing for Pedro boys since before TLOU aired to connect newcomers to ‘older’ fics. I'm starting with writers that I have personally read or know of, but please do drop me an ask or a DM if you would like to add or be added to the list (or removed from it)!

We have more than 100 writers listed in alphabetical order in the lists below. Please show them and their fics some love - follow, reblog, send asks and DMs! ❤️

A to H

I to O

P to Z (Part 1)

P to Z (Part 2)

Some admin:

*I am only including writers who have written for Pedro Pascal characters before TLOU aired. If I can't find a masterlist, then I can't add them to the list.

*If I missed anyone or accidentally left someone out in my screening process, please let me know! I'm only human.

*In case anyone twists this into something it's not, it goes without saying that there's always room for new fics and new writers! But the recency bias has been so strong these few months, I want to give some love to 'older' fics, especially pre-Joel Pedro boys ❤️

[justmymindandstuff]

Promise - Jon Snow x Y/N (Reader)

Summary: You are a Lady from House Tully and Catelyn Starks ward. But you love her husband bastard son Jon and he loves you. Your relationship is a secret, but you don't care. But then Jon makes the decision to go to the Wall.

Warnings: implied first time, fluff, forbidden love

Words: 2.876

Gif not mine

English is not my frist language, so forgive me for my mistakes; not proof read. 

You sit in the warm room and work on a handcraft. Sansa sits next to you and you both listen to the Septa's words. She explains something about housekeeping and numbers to you and Sansa, but you get bored and Sansa also prefers to concentrate on her stitches. Lady lies at your feet, her eyes are closed and she makes a quiet hum every now and then. Arya, fortunately for her, had hidden before the lesson with the Septa began. She's probably wandering around Winterfell or watching her brothers training with their swords. You are jealous of her.

"Septa, can you please tell us something about the Prince?" asks Sansa. Since Lord and Lady Stark shared with you that the royal party are one their way to visit Winterfell Sansa can only think about the golden Prince Joffrey.

"No, you have more important topics to learn my dear child." the Septa answers.

There's a knock on the door and Jon pokes his head in. Sansa rolls her eyes at the sight of her „Bastard-Brother“.

“Excuse me, Lady Stark sent me to get Lady Y/N.” You put your work aside and stand up.

"We will make up for the lesson." says the Septa.

"Of course." You say, but know you won't mind hearing such boring facts again. "Shall we go for a walk with Lady later?" Sansa asks. The Direwolf opens her eyes when she hears her name, but doesn´t move.

"Yes, I'll come straight to you after I've been to your mother." you answer. You are Catelyn Stark's ward, the daughter of a distant cousin of the Tullys. After your mother died giving birth to your brother and your father was called to Kingslanding by King Robert, Catelyn and her family let you in their house and raise you like you are one of them.

Jon closes the door behind you and smiles at you. You both walk through the corridors.

"Do you know what Catelyn wants?"

"Nothing. It was a lie. Do you really thought Catelyn will send me to get you?"

You laugh. "You can´t do things like that." you say but you smile. "It´s dangerous."

"Is it?" he asks, grabs your hips and press you gently against the next wall.

"Jon no." you giggle but then you grab his hand and kiss him, his grip at your hip tightens. Suddenly you hear steps, you and Jon jump apart and he takes two steps back.

"Because of you we will get caught." You say, Jon holds his arm to you, and you rake under it.

"You kissed me My Lady."

"I am sorry my Lord." Jons gaze is a bit sad now and he opens his mouth but you already know what he wants to say.

"I´m not a Lord.” You are faster than him and he smiles. “I know but I don´t care."

"Do you want to go for a ride?" he changes the topic. 

"Of course."

"Good, meet me at the gates." Jon presses a light kiss at your lips and walks down the floor. You take a deep breath to calm down your heartbeat. Everytime you see him you have the feeling that your heart jumps out of your chest and in your stomach fly butterflies. You are madly in love with this man and you have the luck that he loves you too. You know it´s dangerous. He is a bastard and you are a Lady. Your Love is forbidden but you don´t care.

You walk through Winterfell, your home, to the gates. Ghost comes to you and nudges his snout into your hand. Behind the gates waits Jon with two horses. You take the reins from him and get on the horse. Jon also gets on his horse and together you ride off into the forest. It´s a bit cold, but you don´t care. You just enjoy the time you spend with Jon.

Jon stops in a clearing. "Let's take a break." You look at him a little confused, you two usually ride for hours through the forests around Winterfell. And it's usually you who ends up barely getting off the horse because your legs are stiff and hurt. Jon gets of his horse and comes to you to help you, but you don´t need his help. You jump from the horseback and land bevor your Lover.

"Not really Ladylike."

"Shut up Snow." you laugh, and he takes your hand in his.

"Usually, your word is my command." he kisses your hand. "But today I have to talk to you."

You look at him worried. "Something happened?" you ask. Jon sighs, taking your hand in one hand and the reins in the other. Then he starts walking, Ghost runs next to you. You're still waiting for an answer. "I spoke to father today. After the king came to visit, he allowed me to go to the wall."

You stop, forcing Jon to stop too.

"What?"

"It has always been my dream to go to the wall."

"You want to put on the black? You want to leave me?" you can´t believe what you´re hearing.

"No! No Y/N of course I don't want to leave you. But father says the king wants him as his hand. There is no other reason why he should travel north otherwise. And then I can't stay here."

"Robb wouldn't send you away."

"Of course not. But you know what Catelyn thinks of me, when father is gone it will only get worse and besides, what else do I have other than the wall?"

Tears come to your eyes. "You have me. But that doesn't seem to be that important to you." you pull your hand away.

"No! Y/N please. Listen to me okay. Please let me explain."

"What do you want to explain? Why you are leaving me? I don´t want to hear it." You say angrily, you don't want him to leave you. "You said you loved me!"

"I love you."

"You don't leave the person you love."

Now tears come to Jon's eyes too. "What choice do I have?"

"You can stay here with me."

"And then? Continue to hide? Continue to meet in secret? Secret kisses and always being afraid of being caught? In the worst-case Catelyn catches us and she will demand my head."

"No she won't! I'll explain to her that we love each other."

"You know her, she will not listen to you."

"Is that what you care about? Is it fear? Do you not want to see me anymore? But please, don´t leave our home."

"I love you! I can't even spend a day away from you without it tearing me up inside." He pulls you towards him and presses his lips against yours. The kiss is full of passion and love and you cling to him like you'll never see him again. You break apart breathless. Jon rests his forehead against yours and looks deep into your eyes.

“Please believe me that I love you and that I don't want to leave you. But I'm a bastard Y/N, there's hardly a place for me in this world. But I will have a place and a task at the Wall."

"I believe you. But I don't understand why you want to leave. You have a place in Winterfell. Your place is at my side. Isn't that enough for you? Am I not enough for you?"

"Of course." Tears run down your cheeks. Jon carefully wipes them away with his thumbs. “But we both know, someday you will leave Winterfell to marry some old Lord. And then I have nothing left. The Wall is my only way out, even if I have to leave you for it. It is better like this, for both of us.“ It feels like he's leaving you already “Please Y/N please don’t be mad at me and try to understand why I have to leave.”

"I'll try it."

"Let's ride back. You have a meeting with Sansa."

"Now I don't feel like walking anymore."

"I'm sorry. But I just wanted to explain my decision to you."

You nod and you head back to Winterfell. You stay silent the whole way back, you have a lot to think about. Shortly before you arrive, you part ways and you are the first to ride into the courtyard of Winterfell. Jon will follow you after a while.

Sansa comes towards you. "There you are." she calls. "We wanted to go for a walk."

"I'm not feeling so well, Sansa." you say, getting off the horse and walking past her. Sansa looks at you a little confused, but she doesn't say anything else.

Your thoughts revolve around Jon and his decision to go to the Wall.

You try to understand why he wants to leave. And even if you don't really want to admit it to yourself, you can understand his reasons.

You walk towards your room when Arya approaches you.

"Hello Y/N." Arya says happily when she sees you.

"Hello little wolf." You say, forcing a smile on your lips for her. "You weren't at the class with the Speta this morning."

"Yes, I managed to escape." laughs Arya.

"You shouldn't neglect your classes."

"I know."

"I won't tell your mother under one condition."

"What do you want?"

"Come with me and read something to me. You read so well, please Arya."

She rolls her eyes. She hates these things, actually she hates everything that has nothing to do with swords and bows. "Fine." she then agrees. The two of you make your way to your room, you take the book you are currently reading and give it to Arya. It's a silly fairy tale about love, but when Arya starts reading you close your eyes and imagine it's your story. Your love story with Jon.

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And then the day comes. The worst day of your life! Today the royal Party will leave Winterfell and with them Lord Stark, Sansa, Arya and Jon. Originally you should travel with Lord Stark and his daughters to Kings Landing, but after Bran fell from a tower, you stay behind with Catelyn and Robb. 

You are awake long before the sun will rise, but you couldn´t stay in bed. You get dressed and leave your room. You walk through the corridors up to Jons room. You are not often here, the danger of being caught is far too great, but today nothing matters anymore. You knock at his door, it takes a moment and then he opens the door. He stands in front of you and looks at you in surprise.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?”

You try to ignore his bare chest and step inside his room.

“I couldn´t sleep and I wanted to say goodbye to you. Before we doesn´t have time for us anymore.” Tears well up in your eyes. You had prayed to the gods that this day will never come, but now there is nothing you can do anymore than watch the love of your life leave.

Jon smiles at you. “I am glade, that you are here, but what if someone sees you?”

“I don´t care.”

“You should.”

“No. Everything I care about is that we only have hours left together.” You reach up to him and kiss his lips.

Jon kisses you back for a second, but than he pulls away. “Y/N.” he sighs and looks at you with sad eyes.

“No. I don´t want to be sad now. Please. We only have a few hours left together. I don´t want to waste them.”

Jon strokes your cheek and smiles. “I love you so much.”

“And I love you. Forever.”

Jon kisses you again, you wrap your arms around his neck. Jon wraps his arms around your body and pulls you closer to him. The kiss is full of love and affection. You know he loves you and he know you love him. Even if your love is forbidden, even if everything speaks against your love. Nobody can take this away form you. Not a King, not a Lord or the Wall.

Your hands run over his bare chest.

His lips move to your neck, and you have to suppress a moan. His touch sets a fire inside you. You know this feeling, Jon has triggered this feeling in you again and again.

His hands roam over your back and then in front and over your arms. Jon pulls away from you, breathing heavily. His eyes sparkle and his lips meet yours again. Just for a second and then he pulls away.

"You have to go."

"Why."

"If you stay any longer, I can't promise anything anymore."

"I don't want you to promise me anything." you kiss him again, this time demanding and passionate. Your hands bury themselves in his hair and Jon groans.

"We can´t." He whispers against your lips and then kisses you again. His hands roam over your body and you get goosebumps all over your body.

"I know what you're afraid of, Jon. But don't worry."

Jon looks at you for a moment. You can see in his face that he is thinking.

And then he kisses you passionately. His hands are all over your body. You snuggle up against him and moan under his touch. "Are you sure?" he asks breathless.

"Yes. I've never been so sure."

You turn around, Jon kisses your neck as he undoes the laces of your dress. It falls to the floor and you shiver.

You've never experienced anything like what you had with Jon that morning. It was loving, tender and beautiful.

You lie together on his bed. The sun rises and you hear the first servants walking across the hallways. Jon’s hand gently strokes your bare shoulder.

"We have to get up." you say.

"I don't want this moment to be over."

"I don't want it either." You turn to him and press a soft kiss to his lips.

“I love you Y/N.”

“I love you Jon.” It's just a whisper in the room, but to you it means everything. No one can take your time with Jon away from you, even if he leaves you today.

“Y/N.” Jon's voice is suddenly serious. "I will travel to the Wall today and I will put on the black. But I want to promise you something. I promise you that we will see each other again." He kisses your forehead and now you can't hold back the tears. "Don't cry my lady."

"I'm trying My." you interrupt yourself. “My Jon.”

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You stand next to Catelyn in the courtyard to say goodbye to the king and his entourage. And to say goodbye to Lord Stark, Sansa, Arya and Jon. You hardly dare to look Jon in the eyes. You try to hold back the tears, but you can't quite manage it. A few tears roll down your cheeks, but you can blame it on the fact that you're going to miss Sansa and Arya so much.

The royal party starts moving and Jon also turns his horse towards the gate. But before he leaves Winterfell he turns around again, and your eyes meet. You look into his eyes one last time. He nods slightly at you and smiles. It's a sad smile, but you know what it means. I love you and this farewell isn´t forever. You will see each other again.

The gates close and you stand alone in the courtyard, and for the first time since you have been in Winterfell, you are actually cold. For the first time in your live you feel lonely. Caytlin says something to you, but you don´t hear what she said. You turn around and run into your room. You lock the door behind you and fall weakly onto your bed. Tears immediately stream down your cheeks, and you feel like your heart is tearing apart in your chest. He is gone. He is really gone.

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The cold wind blows around your ears and you pull the fur collar of your cloak further up. You take a deep breath and ride towards the gate of Castle Black. You stop just before the gate and get off your horse. Your steps slowly carry you forward.

“Who are you?” a strange voice came from behind the gate.

“Lady Y/N, from Winterfell. I want to see Jon Snow.” Your voice trembles, but you´re almost there. You´re almost with him.

It takes a short moment and then the gate open and you can step into the courtyard of Castle Black. A lot of strange man look at you. You look around nervously. Your hair is messy, and your dress is covered in dirt and the hem is soaked in blood. Robbs blood.

“Y/N.” his voice flows through you, you turn around and looks at him. Jon comes down the stairs and runs across the yard to you. Before he even reaches you, tears are running down your cheeks. Finally, he wraps you in his arms again. You take a deep breath. His scent, so familiar and yet so strange, envelops you. For the first time since you left the Twins you feel safe.

“Please never leave me again.” You whisper in his ear.

“Never. I promise.”

[tronodiferro]

The Wall is mine

By Elenya.

Sound the horns!

[pascalisfrenchpunk]

What a fuc*ing journey 🙌🏻

These ones are good too

[soncee]

Aegons fits ( he is such a dilf in my mind)

Aegon had long beatiful hair, argue with a wall

Tell why HOTD is so ducking unoriginal when it comes to costumes/world design. Like why are targs at the HEIGHT OF THEIR POWER dressed like some midd lords or merchants. Like I'm sorry but the costumes this season were so ugly I can't. I hated every single of Rhaenyra's dresses ecxept the red one and the dragon riding one. But everyone else? Unoriginal or poorly made, basic or straight up ugly. Men had better fits then women. The targs are souposed to be the descendas of the most technologicaly advanced empire in the history of planetos. Where the fuck is their coulture? Cultural clothes, dances, traditional armor, practices... Why aren't any baby dragons with the targ children in the red keep / dragonstone? Where is some ancient martial art? And the season is so underwelming. Oh and abaut Alicent : everyone is yapping abaut the shift in her character, but inconsistency was already there in the 1. season. In ep 6 and 7 she is a bitch, but then Nyra and her in some way made peace with each other ep 8 at the dinner scene and in ep 9 she is the inconsisten alicent everyone hates in s2. And wtf is Daemon even doing. And half of the actors can't act on this show. And my dilf's crown is the ugliest crown I have ever seen in a TV show. Why doesn't Baela have short hair? WHERE IS MY BLOODTHRSTY ELITEST BITCH QUEEN RHAENYRA AND HER EVIL RESENTFUL EX BESTIE?

W H E R E D I D G O O D W R I T I N G GO !!!!!!!!!

Anyway, I'll try posting oce a week/two weeks becuse school started

[thewatcher0nthewall]

"Who are You? "

The Black Gate at Nightfort

[medievalandfantasymelee]

THE HOT MEDIEVAL & FANTASY MEN MELEE

FIRST ROUND: 29th Tilt

Pero Tovar, The Great Wall (2016) VS. Prince Oberyn Martell, Game of Thrones (2011-2019)

Propaganda

Pero Tovar, The Great Wall (2016) Portrayed by: Pedro Pascal Defeated Opponents: - Sir Thomas Grey [Nigel Terry], Covington Cross (1992)

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Prince Oberyn Martell, Game of Thrones (2011-2019) Portrayed by: Pedro Pascal Defeated Opponents: - Amarendra Baahubali [Prabhas], Baahubali (2017)

“I mean it's Pedro Pascal. But also, we stan a respectful king (of our hearts). The ONLY GoT man with rights. Has only daughters but made sure they got an education! Hot, bi and ready to kill people, fiercely loyal, passionate and REALLY HOT. Would live in Dorne eating fruit with him 10/10 no notes.”

Additional Propaganda Under the Cut

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For Pero Tovar:

For Prince Oberyn:

[starsnectars]

a woman was his downfall; a woman glimpsed from atop the wall, with skin as white as the moon and eyes like blue stars. fearing nothing, he chased her and caught her and loved her, though her skin was cold as ice, and when he gave his seed to her he gave his soul as well.

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i finally finished this piece so heres the nights king and the corpse queen ahh this took way longer than it should've for which im sorry

[artist-ellen]

Benjen Stark

The fun Uncle who left for the Wall. Also the first ‘Crow’ design I’ve drawn. I had this brainwave about this stylistic choice of high collar with feather tooling, and here we are. You’ll also just have to imagine the hood attachments, he’s visiting the “South” after all, it’s practically balmy. His clothing is designed to be super thick and bulky, not having enough layers would be death when it’s that cold. And none of the detail is visible because it is all dyed, and re-dyed some kind of dark black as best they can with low supplies despite his high birth status.

I am the artist! Do not post without permission & credit! Thank you! Come visit me over on: instagram.com/ellenartistic or tiktok: @ellenartistic

[rise-my-angel]

How people hear the logo "fire and blood" and not think of fascism baffles me. Like it literally sounds like something the nazi's said. I know it might not be fair comparing real life history to fiction, especially in a medieval setting that doesn't match ...BUT THEY HAVE FLYING NUKES GUYS

Bear with me, but I think a lot of it stems from the dragons. In normal, or at least traditional fantasy, dragons are usually used differently in other stories. They can both be antagonists and companions to the hero. They are normally written to be while large and dangerous, also sort of majestic and awe inspiring.

So people see the dragons here, they see people riding them, and they think automatically it's cool. So if you're already someone more inclined to enjoy creatures like dragons, there's a perfect basis. A people whose culture revolves around dragons. It's an easy buy in to the Targaryean propaganda. You will automatically start seeing them in better lights because you like the dragons, whether you realize that or not.

But the problem is, grrm does not use dragons in the traditional sense. Grrm has been very clear that he has written the dragons as essentially, one for one metaphors to weapons of mass destruction. Grrm is also very anti war, a sentiment felt throughout all of his work, how no matter what justification one side or the other feels, it is the people, the lands, the smallfolk who suffer from war the most. So, the use of nuclear weapons in war, is essentially, the worst case scenario in terms of war. Which is what the Targaryeans use dragons for. Thats what Valyria has always used them for.

Fire and Blood sounds cool beacuse it is menacing, but it is more then that. It is the statement that they will burn the country to the ground so they can be kings of the ashes. Valyria used dragons to burn cities to the ground and were incredibly cruel to the slaves they took as a result that places like Bravvos are still massively anti dragon/anti valyrian. Two seperate people of Essos fled across to Westeros to escape them (The Andals and the Rhoynar), then the Targaryeans come to the same place and do THE EXACT SAME THING TO THE SAME PEOPLE WHO FLED THEM ORIGINALLY.

I am certain grrm is not writing dragons as "Its actually okay to use nukes if you're nice to them when you're building them." He's probably more likely to say "no matter what justification you tell yourself, access to such catastrophic destruction at your will and fingertips is a power no one should ever wield."

Yes the dragons are sentient creatures, but these are not like a creature such as a direwolf. One was sent to their human companion by a fate beyond them, and acts more like an extension of their identity and a friend as human and direwolf protect each other. Such as Nymeria biting Joffery to protect Arya, and Arya chasing Nymeria off to save her life for saving hers.

Dany murdered her own slave in order to use blood magic to force dragons back into a world after a peaceful number of centuries without them. Dany then uses them to burn her enemies alive, threaten those who stand against or disobey her and doesn't even consider taking steps to control them until after Drogon burned alive an innocent three year old girl, and even then all she does is lock them away in a manner that will no doubt only make them more angry and resentful of humans.

Not all sentient creatures are the same, and dragons specifically within the world of asoiaf are symbols of the dangerous balance of the world tipping too far. The Doom of Valyria was the result of using blood magic and dragons to tip the worlds balance too far and there is nothing left but a cursed, blighted hellscape left behind to remind man not to toy with nature in ways they will never be able to control. I don't think it's a coincidence that some stories say they found the first dragons in the Fourteen Flames, and it was the eventual eruption of the Fourteen Flames that destroyed Valyria and its dragons.

The Targaryeans didn't need to die with them, it's probably good that at least one family managed to safely leave so at least some aspects of a long, forgotten culture can be remembered in the history books from somewhere. But they do not act like just people. The Targaryeans still see themselves as something like gods.

In their eyes, they are better then the people of Westeros, those people taint their bloodline. They used dragons to force them to be subservient to them when all of those Kingdoms ruled independently for thousands of years before. Then they used those same dragons to tear the country apart.

No one is looking forward to or likes talking about the storming of the Dragonpit beacuse we want to see animal death. We want to see it for what it stands for. An uprising of people pushed too far by a monarchy that uses weapons of mass destruction recklessly beacuse they see themselves as gods. They refused to be subjected to that anymore, and they knew doing it would kill more men then it would dragons but they did it anyways. They looked at the free use of nuclear weapons and decided they will not live in that fear anymore.

Fire and Blood is literally their dragons. It is why they call themselves dragons. They are the destruction of the world, and they see nothing wrong with that.

Dragons plant no trees, and neither do the Targaryeans.