#thenns

[ladyhallen]

Question, why exactly are the Thenns cannibals?

Just...was it a need? A religion? Did they have nutrient deficiencies, needed meat and couldn't find any? Is it a Burial Practice? I'm just so freaking curious...

[beyondmistland]

Would the Thenns practice thraldom?

They might though I doubt their valley can sustain the additional numbers.

Thanks for the question, anon

[wpmorse]

Jon hobbled across to Satin and grabbed him by the shoulder. "With me," he shouted. Together they moved to the north parapet, where the King's Tower looked down on the gate and Donal Noye's makeshift wall of logs and barrels and sacks of corn. The Thenns were there before them. They wore halfhelms, and had thin bronze disks sewn to their long leather shirts. Many wielded bronze axes, though a few were chipped stone. More had short stabbing spears with leaf-shaped heads that gleamed redly in the light from the burning stables. They were screaming in the Old Tongue as they stormed the barricade, jabbing with their spears, swinging their bronze axes, spilling corn and blood with equal abandon while crossbow quarrels and arrows rained down on them from the archers that Donal Noye had posted on the stair. Jon - pg 749

The Thenns finally attack Castle Black!

The hardest part about doing this challenge is being aware of who else has illustrated A Storm of Swords, especially when you're aware of their takes on the scene you're drawing. I can claim my style is different or I have different goals, but deep down I know I'll never be as good as Charles Vess! (Though I like to think I'm a slightly better researcher.)

I'm pretty sure I haven't shown the Thenns yet. I haven't even shown Styr because I got him mixed up with Tormund!

Since I've been listening to Otyken recently, I've been having a renewed interest in Siberian costumes. The Thenn are the closest thing to civilization there is beyond the Wall. I figured I should make them look the part.

(I just realized they should be wearing half-helms. Just assume these are ornate and well-decorated half-helms.)

[cosmiart]

but when he fastened her bride’s cloak about her he was almost tender

[lucky-teo-dreamer]

ah whatever sure🪨💜

[clarissaweasley-10]

LibbyxNash in a nutshell;

Avery: Soo what's going on between you and Nash? Libby: w-what do you mean? ofc there isnt ANYTHING Nash: *in the background already picking out their kids' names ...there isnt?

[avnasace]

i do find it incredibly funny that in season 4 ben noticeably eyes the marigold bottle, takes the marigold bottle, disappears with said marigold bottle and then reappears with a round of glowing(!!!) drinks, yet the writers still decided that it wasnt obvious enough to us as the audience, and then made sure to verbally tell us that ben spiked the drinks with marigold. then they turn to klaus wondering why he is still normal, and then feel like they have to again verbally explain to us "ohhh you're sober!! thats why!!" when it was so clearly obvious.

but then they rushed everything else and left fifty thousand plotholes behind...

[sugurusladyknightt]

my dearest beloved,

dig my heart out of my chest with your nails and feel the beating of it speed up and stutter in your grasp. make it messy. bloody and painful and perfect. i can love you better that way—without the binding of my body. i can love you from within. without restraint or limit. i can love you without bounds. i can love you in whole.

tare me limb from limb and savour the flavour of me on your tongue. drink me in and stroke my face softly.

take me.

take me.

take me.

take the whole of me and do with it as you please.

i am yours for taking if you'll have me. you do know this, yes?

chew me softly. chew me slowly. taste me. savour me. devour me, and i'll only think that of you as endlessly kind. have your fill of me and then some more. leave nothing of me for the scavenging birds to scavenge. leave nothing of me to the crows and vultures and mice and insects.

peel me back layer by layer, unravel me and take a peak inside. see me, understand and experience for yourself the depth of my eternal soul and its longing for you and all the wars it's gone through. rip my fresh from my bones, and suck me dry of blood. relish in all it is that i am worth.

moan and cry and whimper and groan and enjoy. claws and teeth and all. take pleasure in this the way i know i will. let me know you want to me as desperately as i need you. leave cuts a bruises in your wake, cover those old, painful scars of mine with fresh ones. beautiful ones. i'll sing you to sleep after, lulling you to a dreamscape.

pry my lips open with your fingers. delve into my mouth and seek out my tongue. let me share your breath. to breathe you. and hold my face gently closer to yours as i do. feel my body go lax in you arms.

i want nothing to do with my fighting spirit.

feast upon me, my love. have your fill, take all that you want of me and leave nothing behind, i can only say it is the greatest gift to service you. i'll read to you softly when it's all done.

grind my bones bones into powder and carry me in the necklace that hangs close to your chest. keep me close to you.

i wish only to be yours.

if you'll grant me that privilege.

i'll wait for it forever.

you have ruined me for anyone else. you have ravaged my heart and pillaged my soul and you run rampant in my mind. don't tease, let me be yours.

allow me to be selfish. and forgive it. allow me ruin you for anyone else. for everyone else. allow me to be with you always. allow me to heal your hurt and you guilt from within. allow me to see you in full, in raw, in vulnerable, in the morning.

my only wish to know you, be close to you,

to love you

let the taste of i linger in your mouth, let me linger in your breath. you have so much a head of you dearest, let me fuel you and ready you for your day.

let us become one.

take me in my entirety. make me your own.

bestow upon me the greatest honour i can witlessly dream of; being yours.

truly and wholly yours,

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pen smudges against the paper a little with the abrupt pause of his hand. this feels raw. raw like he hadn't expected it to be; going into this without a plan, only with a oath of honesty to himself. it's delicate and personal, the yolk of an uncooked egg.

he signs of with his name, fingers curling around the pen with practiced ease as its ink glides across the paper with grace. taking a deep breathe as he lets down the pen. his hand cramping a little but paying it no mind. shaking a little but all is well.

he folds the paper gently in thirds, handling it with the rivalling that of care a mother to her new born child. and he just stares.

stares at the now folded paper that sits at his desk. it's as close as he's gotten to expressing his emotions, his feelings that feel so much bigger than him, and this room, and the whole of the universe.

what he feels so deeply in his bones his marrow is familiar with this sentiment he's long struggled to put into words. evident from the crumpled papers filled with candied words and shallow ideas thrown thoughtlessly aside.

but still, he's unsure if this is the right thing to do. if it's wrong, he'll pray to whoever- whatever will listen that he's wrong in every lifetime.

the letter is still politely sat on his desk and he still rudely stares.

taking the neatly folded piece of his heart, finger tips of smudged ink holding it up to a small flame, and watching it turn to ash and burn away.

this a lot for a confession letter right?

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im thinking.... suguru geto (ofc), ryomen sukuna (but he wants to be the one receiving the letter from you), toji fushiguro (because he knows only how to express himself in this.... erm... very expressive way), jason todd (same as toji me thinks), dazai osamu (?), itoshi sae(?), bachira meguru (?), gojo satoru, . . . ....

[breadandblankets]

read Wayne family adventures and want a more accessible path into comics than a billion issues reading lists?

scared of what you heard about Bruce in comics?

curious as to what duke fans get all huffy about when a new wfa issue comes out?

introducing:

[lee-hakhyun]

@auuwmk

orv chapter 690 han sooyoung gave the 41st jung heewon some memories from the 3rd turn. this is an excerpt on her thoughts about those memories

The Jung Heewon from that world called for a certain name very often. — Dokja-ssi! A name she herself didn't recognize. — Kim Dokja! Was he family? Or a lover? She wasn't sure, but when Jung Heewon thought of that name, her heart throbbed and felt it would rip apart.

[whiteraven0001]

Let him be scared of me

[astraskylark]

Whiterose brainrot taking over but when Ruby does reunite with the team and they're all unsure of how to approach her, Weiss just shakily goes "do you still like coffee with blasphemous amounts of sugar?"

And Ruby smiles. "Only if you're the one making it" and Weiss finally bawls and tackle hugs her.

[fazclub]

TOYOTAA‼️✨

What is Toyota all of a sudden? Who knows...

(Drawing by @suprrstaar🦊)

[wpmorse]

The real battle was on the steps. Noye had put spearmen on the two lowest landings, but the headlong flight of the villagers had panicked them and they had joined the flight, racing up toward the third landing with the Thenns killing anyone who fell behind. The archers and crossbowmen on the higher landings were trying to drop shafts over their heads. Jon nocked an arrow, drew, and loosed, and was pleased when one of the wildlings went rolling down the steps. The heat of the fires was making the Wall weep, and the flames danced and shimmered against the ice. The steps shook to the footsteps of men running for their lives. Jon - Pg 751

The Thenns attack the steps by the Wall where they get caught in Donal Noye's fire trap.

This one was a bit of a mess. I don't think I ever thought out the steps even before I set them on fire. On top of that, it's a battle where too much is going on. I think It came out... okay, but in the end but I'm glad this scene is over.

[cyberscratch]

at last i'm posting the halloween themed adopt designs! if interested they're on my TH atm.

took long, so 75 usd each - comes with concept art and a description !! i am very proud of these fellas :]

[novaursa]

This is a really vauge and obscure kind of ask but could you write anything for Styr? The wildling thenn that only was in a few episodes, but he was always interesting to me..

A Wild Heart

Requests are closed!

- Summary: You always followed your twin. You even went with him into the heart of the Free Folk territory without a question. And in the process of following Jon, you catch someone’s attention.

- Note: The reader is Jon's twin sister.

- Pairing: snow!reader/Styr the Thenn

- Rating: Mild 13+

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @alyssa-dayne @oxymakestheworldgoround

- A/N: Nothing is too obscure for me, dear anon. I got you. ❤️

The wind bites as you ride through the snow-covered hills, the cold seeping through every layer of fur and cloth you wear. Jon is beside you, his face hard beneath the shadow of his hood, eyes ever watchful as he scans the land ahead. You've always been the more reckless of the two, your spirit untamed as wild as the lands you now find yourself in. Jon, for all his brooding, has always been the one to pull you back, to keep you grounded when your instincts urge you to run free. But even he can't fully hide the unease in his expression as you venture deeper into the world of the Free Folk.

The air is thick with tension as you arrive at the camp. The smell of smoke and meat drifts toward you, but the eyes that follow your every move are not kind. You feel them sizing you up, wondering what a woman from the south is doing here, with your dark hair that mirrors Jon’s and a face they've learned to distrust.

As you dismount, Jon stays close, a silent reminder of the bond you share, the only constant in this unfamiliar world. But even your brother can’t protect you from the attention of him. You feel it before you even see him—Styr, the Magnar of Thenn. His gaze burns like a brand as it settles on you, piercing through the layers of snow and distance. There's something unsettling about the way he watches you, something raw and primal.

You’ve heard the stories, of course. The Thenns are not like the other Free Folk. They have a culture of their own, strict and unyielding, and Styr is their leader, their Magnar. His name carries weight, whispered with both fear and respect among the people of the North. But none of that truly prepares you for his presence in the flesh.

When you finally lock eyes with him, it's as if the world stills. He’s tall, impossibly so, his body draped in furs, his head bald and his face marked with deep, harsh lines that speak of a life of constant struggle. His eyes, though—those cold, sharp eyes—are what pin you in place. There’s no warmth in them, but there’s something else. Interest.

Jon stiffens beside you, his hand falling casually to the hilt of his sword, but you know better than to show fear. You meet Styr’s gaze, refusing to look away even though every part of you screams to do so. You will not be cowed, not by anyone, least of all by this Magnar who seems to think he can read you like a map.

"Your sister," Styr says, his voice rough and low, directed at Jon. "She has fire in her."

Jon’s eyes narrow, but he doesn’t speak, waiting for you to answer for yourself. You straighten, squaring your shoulders, your breath coming out in visible puffs of air as you take a step forward, closer to Styr.

"I have more than fire," you reply, your voice steady, though your heart hammers in your chest. "I have steel too."

A small smile, more a curl of the lips than anything else, tugs at the corner of Styr’s mouth. "A bold one. We’ll see how long that fire lasts beyond the Wall."

It’s a challenge, and you know it. You feel Jon's concern in the air between you, but you press forward, unwilling to shrink in the face of this man’s provocation. "It'll last as long as it needs to."

There’s a flicker of something in Styr’s expression—amusement, maybe—but it passes as quickly as it came. His eyes sweep over you once more, a slow, deliberate appraisal, before he turns and gestures for the others to follow him.

Jon moves to walk beside you, his steps heavy with warning. "You don’t want to get too close to him," he mutters under his breath. "The Thenns... they’re different."

You glance at your brother, seeing the worry etched in his brow. "I can handle myself, Jon."

He doesn’t reply, but the tension between you remains. Jon is your twin, the one who’s always tried to protect you, even when you didn’t ask for it. But you’ve never needed saving, not from men like Styr, or from anyone else.

Later, when the camp settles and the fires burn low, you feel Styr’s eyes on you again. This time, he doesn’t try to hide it. He approaches you with the slow, deliberate movements of a predator sizing up its prey.

"You think you’re strong," he says quietly, his voice barely more than a growl. "But strength in these lands is not the same as in the South."

You lift your chin, defiant. "Then I'll learn."

He steps closer, so close that you can feel the heat of his body despite the cold, and your heart skips a beat. There’s something dangerous in his proximity, something that stirs beneath your skin, a tension you can't name.

"You will," Styr murmurs, his gaze never leaving yours. "Because if you don’t, you won’t survive."

His words linger in the air between you, a promise as much as a threat. You don’t flinch, don’t look away. Instead, you hold his gaze, the fire inside you burning all the brighter for the challenge he represents.

In the silence that follows, you realize something that both excites and unnerves you: Styr, the Magnar of Thenn, doesn’t want to break your fire. He wants to feed it.