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aneiria-writes · 4 years

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possible prompt ?? dramionaise - everyone thinks they're already dating but the three of them are just like ??? we are what ??????? bonus points if they're secretly fwb or something

Oooooh nonny, what a great prompt this was! Thank you so much for sending it in! I hope you like it (also it’s about 1600 words, I’m terrible at actual drabbles 😂) Warning - mildly NSFW references

‘Hermione?’

Hermione Granger was daydreaming when the familiar voice broke her reverie. As she drifted back to reality, she realised with a horrified start she’d been staring at both Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini. They were propping up the bar, in their exquisitely cut dress robes, laughing and joking with Pansy Parkinson who looked stunning as usual in a full-length ball gown in glittering gold.

From Hermione’s side, Harry Potter followed her gaze, and she snapped her attention back to him.

‘It’s okay, you know,’ Harry said now, rather cryptically, as he took a sip of his champagne. ‘None of us mind. You don’t have to hide it anymore.’

Hermione shook her head in confusion, looking back over to Draco and Blaise, who were now gripping their own champagne glasses and - rather alarmingly - heading in Harry and Hermione’s direction. As they approached, Draco’s silver eyes shifted and met Hermione’s, and he gave her a lazy, sexy smirk. She gulped and tore her eyes away, not missing the fact that Blaise was also staring at her as if he could devour her on the spot.

‘What are you on about, Harry?’ Hermione asked with a voice that was rather higher-pitched than normal. She took an overlarge gulp of her champagne to compensate, nearly spluttering as it went down the wrong way. Harry didn’t seem to notice, nodding subtly in the direction of the approaching Slytherins instead. Well, if you could count classmates you’d graduated with five years ago now to still be defined by the house they were in.

‘Don’t make me say it, Hermione,’ Harry pleaded with a groan, his green eyes shifting from them to Hermione. ‘You know…’ he gave another, less subtle nod now, as Draco, Blaise and Pansy had joined them.

‘Potter,’ Draco greeted him shortly, before turning to Hermione. ‘Granger,’ he added in a distinctively softer voice, handing her a glass of champagne. Blaise shook Harry’s hand and leaned in to give Hermione a polite kiss on either cheek, engulfing her in the delicious scent of sandalwood as he did. Only Blaise and she could know that he lingered over the second kiss, his hand brushing against her waist at the same time.

‘What are we talking about?’ Pansy asked brightly, slipping an arm around Harry’s waist and leaning into his side. They’d been dating for just over a year now, the unlikely power couple, and Harry gave her a meaningful look.

‘Ooooh,’ Pansy said in understanding. ‘Has she finally admitted it then? I can’t get these two to open up in the slightest,’ she added, jerking her head towards Draco and Blaise, who were looking mildly bemused by the whole thing.

‘What are you on about, Parks?’ Draco asked, arching his eyebrow at her as he took a sip of champagne.

He leaned back against the table beside them, and Hermione tried really hard not to let her gaze drop down to his perfectly-fitted trousers, or linger over where she knew his divinely proportioned and epically talented cock was currently hidden away.

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts - honestly, this champagne was making her less careful than usual - she made the mistake of looking at Blaise instead. He fixed her with a wicked grin, and licked his lips lasciviously in her direction. She felt heat rising in her cheeks as she was flooded with the sudden image of his beautiful body exposed and eager, laid out on a bed in front of her.

‘Oh, for Merlin’s sake,’ Pansy said impatiently, watching Hermione. ‘Granger, you’re about as subtle as a hippogriff in a potions shop.’

Hermione gave Pansy a frown, wondering what she meant.

‘You three,’ Harry said now, a touch slowly, as if addressing children. ‘We all know the three of you are dating.’

Dating?

Hermione looked at Harry incredulously as Blaise sputtered.

‘Wait, what?’ Blaise asked in bemusement, his gaze flitting from Hermione to Draco. ‘Dating?’

‘We’re not dating,’ Draco added, a frown appearing on his forehead.

‘Whatever gave you that idea?’ Hermione asked with a laugh.

As if she and the Slytherin sex gods would be dating.

Sure, Hermione thought to herself, maybe the three of them… dabbled in some physical experimentation now and then. She felt the heat in her cheeks rise even further at the flashback to their last rendezvous, when both of their dicks had been buried deep inside her and she’d practically been in tears from the intensity of the orgasms they had plied her with.

But dating? No.

Draco and Blaise were two of the most eligible Pureblood bachelors on the market. No way would they want to date an annoying Muggleborn know-it-all, no matter how great the sex might be.

Harry sighed now and rolled his eyes to the ceiling as if asking for strength. ‘Hermione, please, don’t deny it anymore,’ he said with a touch of exasperation, and before she could protest Pansy had interrupted.

‘Come on, Granger, you’re constantly undressing the pair of them with your eyes every time we’re together.’ Blaise sniggered at that, until Pansy turned on him with the ferocity of a blast-ended skrewt. ‘And as for you, Zabini, don’t think I haven’t noticed how you always wear that sandalwood cologne now, and I know it’s Hermione’s favourite one, she mentioned it at my birthday party.’ Pansy was on a roll, turning now to Draco, who watched her with the wary wide eyes of a man who had been on the receiving end of a Pansy rant before. ‘And you, Draco Malfoy,’ she hissed, and he held up his free hand in mock surrender. ‘I’ve seen you. You’re a gentleman but you also have very little respect for most people. Except these two,’ she nodded from Blaise to Hermione. ‘Any excuse to touch Blaise and you’re there. Any time we’re with Hermione, she never has to open a door or pull out a chair or refill a drink.’ Hermione guiltily clutched the stem of the champagne glass Draco had handed her only minutes before, sure that the blush must have reached even the tip of her ears by now. ‘We’ve known for months you’re all dating, and we’re all fine with it, so please can we end this charade once and for all.’

With that Pansy came to a halt, and Harry smiled at her and nuzzled her neck, whispering ‘brava’ to her just loud enough for the others to hear.

‘Pansy,’ Blaise tried again. ‘Honestly, we’re not dating!’

Hermione stared resolutely into her champagne, trying her best to stop tears welling in her eyes. Even if she knew why they could only ever be friends - well, friends with benefits - she didn’t know if she could take the hurt that would come with them explaining why she would never be good enough for them.

‘Blaise is right,’ Draco said, but there was a strange catch in his voice that Hermione couldn’t place at first. ‘As much as we might like to date Granger, she’s far too brilliant for two disgraced wizards who once found themselves on the wrong side of the war.’

Hermione looked up in shock, recognising the pain in his voice with the words he said. Blaise had moved closer to Draco, and now reached out to take his hand.

‘What?’ Hermione said, only managing a whisper. Blaise was watching her sadly, and finally Draco lifted his own gaze and gave her a small, resigned smile.

‘We knew what we were letting ourselves into, Granger,’ Blaise said now. ‘We decided even if we risked falling in love and having our hearts broken, we’d take whatever you were willing to give us.’

Hermione could hear a strange rushing noise in her ears, like a dam had broken.

‘You don’t - I mean, you want to date?’ She asked incredulously. ‘But I’m - I’m just - I’m a mug-’

‘You’re everything, Hermione,’ Draco said firmly, and she fell silent in surprise at the use of her given name.

‘You’re everything to us,’ Blaise added quietly.

Hermione looked at them both, trying to untangle the thoughts in her head.

‘You mean we could have been dating all this time…’ she said slowly. ‘But I thought I wasn’t the right kind of witch and you two thought you were the wrong kind of wizards?’

Draco and Blaise shared a slightly panicked look.

‘Erm,’ Blaise said, looking sheepish. ‘It appears that is a possibility.’

Pansy broke the moment by laughing, and Harry shook his head in exasperation. ‘You know, for three of the cleverest students in our year, you three are something else,’ he muttered.

Pansy was nodding in agreement, and she gave Harry a loud kiss on the cheek.

‘Come on, Potter,’ she said. ‘You can dance with me while these three idiots realise it was themselves they needed to admit the dating thing to.’

Pansy and Harry head off to the dance floor, and Hermione, Draco and Blaise stood together awkwardly.

‘So,’ Blaise said with false brightness. ‘Does this mean… are we dating now?’

Hermione shrugged, her mind still reeling from the revelations of the evening.

‘I suppose so,’ she said, and Draco tutted and waved his hand to wandlessly levitate all three of their champagne glasses. He took Hermione’s hand as well as Blaise’s in his own.

‘We can’t be dating until we’ve been on a date,’ Draco said sharply. Then his lips curled into a sweet, hopeful smile. ‘Are you both free tomorrow evening?’

Blaise gave Hermione a smile, reaching out to take Hermione’s other hand.

‘I am,’ he said easily, and Draco waited patiently for Hermione to answer.

She took a moment, wanting to remember it all. Finally holding their hands in public, not having to hide from their friends, realising she was enough - more than enough - for the two men she had accidentally fallen in love with.

Hermione took a deep breath and smiled.

‘Yes.’

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leka-1998 · 4 years

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Maybe a stupid ask, but who is AS? And what was the context. I love hearing about D's kindness, because that's the person he is, no matter what his team tries to sell to GA, he's a caring and loving person, not some frat douche so thank you for sharing, and I think that is why he will win, because people that matter know him and like him.

Hi nonnie. Not stupid, it’s A/dam S/hankman. Since I don’t know if you know this, he worked on a few g/lee episodes. He was talking about the time he checked himself into rehab, which was in 2013, and how that all came about. If you do a quick google search, you’ll see it was (he said it after the snippet) “e v e r y w h e r e”, because even though he said he wanted to do it discretely, the info got leaked. Anyway, that’s what the “before” is referring to.

And if D were who they make him out to be, or if you see the BS but believe this is what he wants, people wouldn’t talk so fondly about him.

“[T]he loveliest, cleverest and most importantly kindest man”, “an angel”, “a man of great vision and great integrity and an incredible human being”.

Members of the LGBTQ community, they understand the general struggle, but what team shit continues to do is a slap in their faces. Who would tolerate that. Just yesterday I thought if I had a nickel for every time the no more queer roles announcement is mentioned somewhere, it wouldn’t take much longer until I could buy myself something nice. Oh Hwood. I. want. to. know.

Being part of A/merican B/uffalo, that’s beyond amazing. Who’s the reason why it’s possible? The jumping jackass whose contribution was proving he has access to D’s SM by posting a screenshot of a tweet? For some reason I doubt it.

If there are people who want to work with him despite the circus that surrounds him, he must be doing something right.

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fedonciadale · 5 years

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How similar & different do u think Dany & Cersei are in the books & show?

Dear nonny,

I think that Da€nerys is indeed the closest to her book counterpart. They really did a very good job of translating her POV to the screen, the triumphant music that reflects her moments of confidence and victory, the nice things people say about her, the devoted followers that hide that her aims are not selfless, the propaganda sayings that sound good but mean nothing (break the wheel), her hypocrisy (Don’t judge me by my father, but I’m going to hold you to the oath your ancestor swore) etc. etc. Some of her questionable decisions in the books they did not have on the show (rejecting Quentyn’s offer of an alliance, torturing the wineseller’s daughter), but they had some additions, like the scene in season 5, where Da€nerys randomly lets one of the masters she suspects of being a harpy being eaten by her dragons. It is not the same, but close enough: Punishing someone who she only suspects of being guilty.

As for Cersei: I far prefer the show version. Not just, because of Lena, but that comes into it of course. Cersei on the show is a bit smarter, and while BookCersei is obsessed with continuing Tywin’s legacy, Show Cersei is more of her own person. Also she does own her villainy, more so than in the books. In the books Cersei just wants to destroy her enemies, become the cleverest person ever to rule the 7 kingdoms and gets a high when someone compares her to her father. I think Book Cersei would be in heaven if someone told her. You are Tywin’s child indeed, but even more clever, more ruthless, Tywin with tits and I stand in awe. Book Cersei knows she is ruthless but she finds excuses for herself, like when she gives Falyse to Qyburn - She was annoying anyway. Book Cersei is also paranoid, and thinks everybody is up to get her, which is not entirely wrong. Book Cersei thinks she is realistic, that she knows she can only have power if people fear her, but she does not think of herself as a bad person, just as someone who deserves it all. BookCersei is closer to BookDa€nerys than ShowCersei.

ShowCersei on the other hand knows she is evil. She enjoys doing what she wants, as we saw in her scene with Septa Unella at the end of season 6 (top notch acting there, Lena deserves an emmy for that scene alone). She knows that there are better people than her. Her honest misery and grief when Myrcella died (who was a genuinely good person), is really heartbreaking. So, you could not insult ShowCersei by telling her that she is evil. She knows that. She has no scruples, but not because of ‘realism’ but because the world has taught her that she does not get what she wants if she is not ruthless.

I must admit that I prefer Show Cersei, Cersei for me is the one character who actually got better, more fleshed out, more interesting from books to show. I might be biased because I adore Lena’s acting skills, and I think she is by far the most interesting female face on the show (not the most beautiful), but her face is really something I like to study.

I know, she is going to die, but I will enjoy every minute Cersei is on screen, while I wouldn’t mind at all if Da€nerys drops dead in the first minutes of episode 1 (I know this is not going to happen, she has an arc to fulfill).

Thanks for the ask!

#anon ask #Anti-Daenerys #DarkDany #Not really just to be safe #Cersei Lannister #ASOIAF vs GOT #ShowDany and BookDany #ShowCersei and BookCersei

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thundersnowstorm · 5 years

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Anonymous asked: I loved your RobbxRhaenys fic! How do you think the pairing would work if Rhaegar had won? Is he a ward like Theon, is she a bastard? Do they hate each other?

(posted as a regular text post bc tumblr fucked up and i lost the original ask)

ahh nonny thank you so much!!

i actually have a whole rhaegar wins au planned out in my head (maybe i’ll write some of it at some point, first i gotta finish the crownless fic follow-up oneshot). but here’s a general run down of how robb x rhaenys might play out in this world.

under the cut since this turned out wayy longer than expected

basic premise: rhaegar kills robert at the trident and wins the war. meanwhile in king’s landing, jaime still kills aerys when his madness gets too much, or when he reveals the caches of wildfire. tywin stays carefully neutral throughout the war. upon returning to the city, rhaegar is crowned king. lyanna still dies in childbirth.

rhaenys and aegon are legitimate. show canon and i do not get along lmao. jon, the semi-acknowledged bastard of the king, is taken to winterfell to be raised because elia is not risking another blackfyre rebellion, and ned wants lyanna’s kid to be raised in her home. rhaegar is just guilt-striken enough over lyanna’s death to allow it.

jon visits king’s landing on occasion as he gets older. he and rhaegar have a weird relationship (there’s a lot of angst there, a lot of unresolved issues). jon and aegon do get along though, which everyone is secretly relieved about. it takes rhaenys longer to warm up to jon. she remembers the rebellion, she remembers how hurt her mother was when rhaegar dropped everything for lyanna. rhaenys has never quite forgiven rhaegar. eventually, with encouragement from aegon, she strikes up a tentative friendship with jon.

with lyanna, brandon and rickard dead, house stark has suffered enough and rhaegar lets them go without asking them for much more. however, robb is asked (ordered) to visit king’s landing when he gets older. everyone has suddenly realized that house stark is a much bigger power than previously thought, and it’s a good idea for the iron throne to stay on good terms with the future warden of the north.

(by contrast, jon arryn is sent to the wall at the end of the rebellion. he didn’t have the advantage of being related to the new king’s dead lover to save him. the vale is passed down to harry hardying with one of the lords acting as regent. in the stormlands, stannis bends the knee and becomes lord. he marries cersei and it is the single most entertaining marriage in westeros.)

still, despite all the work queen elia and jon connington and the rest of the small council put into repairing relations with the north, they remain very frosty. ned certainly never forgives rhaegar. he’s not about to go to war again, but he’s also never going to step foot in king’s landing again. robb grows up with a distinctly antagonistic view of the iron throne, and the belief that it’s better for the north to keep to itself and stay out of politics of the realm. still, his childhood is more or less the same as it was in canon.

rhaenys is a force to be reckoned with at court. she grew up at her mother’s elbow, learning the nuts and bolts of ruling, how everything happens behind the scenes. oberyn taught her how to fight with a dagger (same as in crownless), as well as a few tricks to suss out people’s secrets. when she visits dorne, she watches doran, compares his style of ruling to her mother’s, to her father’s. if westeros had absolute primogeniture, rhaenys would make a formidable queen. as it is, she is aegon’s number one pick for hand for when he eventually takes the throne, scandal be damned.

her circle of friends is certainly an interesting mix. myrcella baratheon (a bit older and an actual baratheon this time) and margaery tyrell are conventional ladies in waiting, but they’re also both vying for aegon’s hand. meanwhile the sand snakes are the terror of the court and oberyn thinks it’s hilarious. rhaenys thinks tyene should stop pretending to poison mace tyrell. when arianne visits - well, things can get interesting. no one can quite tell if tyrion lannister and princess rhaenys hate each other or not, but their debates are certainly fun to watch.

(hmm, maybe theon also ends up in king’s landing. robert trusted ned to watch over him in winterfell but rhaegar and ned have a very different relationship. idk where i’m going with this train of thought, but it would certainly add a new dynamic to rhaenys’s little court.)

rhaenys is not betrothed. it’s unusual, and people have started to comment on it. she is one and twenty and the most eligible woman in the land. there’s quite a bit of interest for her hand, but elia has decided that rhaenys will have a say in her marriage, and rhaegar oscillates between not caring much about the matter and toying with the idea of marrying her to aegon, in the old tradition. rhaenys has told him that if he even tries to marry them, she will elope with the first man she can find and wouldn’t that be quite the scandal? so rhaenys remains unmarried.

(the biggest difference in rhaenys here from rhaenys in the crownless fic is that here, rhaenys knows power. not only was she born into power but she has grown into it as well. she will do her duty to her family and the realm, but she will not sacrifice her own happiness unless there is no other choice. as practical as she is, marriage alliances are off the table.)

this is a lot of setup to get to robb and rhaenys making out but bear with me lol.

robb goes to king’s landing shortly after turning eighteen upon request (summons) from the throne, accompanied by catelyn, sansa, and arya. it’s skirting on rude for ned not to come, but rhaegar lets it slide. he’s lyanna’s brother, and there’s a lot that rhaegar feels guilty about concerning lyanna. anyway, it’s robb’s second time in king’s landing, but the first time he’d been fourteen and rhaenys had hardly noticed him. now though, there’s a bit of “oh shit he’s hot now” before robb makes it clear he’s only here out of obligation. then rhaenys decides that there’s no reason for the two of them to interact and that is that.

(or is it, asks the author in a leading tone.)

so really, there’s no reason for robb and rhaenys to speak to each other. rhaenys is busy with a discrepancy in taxes coming from the vale, and robb is busy trying to avoid southroners at all costs. but circumstances bring them together somehow. maybe there’s a conspiracy afoot, and they have to work together to stop it. maybe rhaenys is forced to show robb around the keep. or maybe rhaenys finds the quiet of the godswood peaceful and robb keeps coming across her there.

“this isn’t a real godswood. not without a proper weirwood heart tree, like the ones in the north.” “mayhaps you can show me a proper godswood someday, my lord.”

really, they have nothing in common, there’s nothing they should have to talk about, but rhaenys finds robb’s frank honesty refreshing after all the double talk at court, and robb thinks she’s probably the cleverest woman he knows. somewhere along the line they become each other’s refuge from all the politics and mistrust of king’s landing.

there’s a feast one day, celebrating some important occasion or whatnot. and there’s dancing and mead, and rhaenys can’t remember the last time she had this much fun. she and robb slip away into the gardens to cool off in the night air and well. rhaenys will blame it on a few too many cups of dornish red but robb’s lips fit perfectly against hers and he tastes like cinammon.

robb panics. this is the princess he is kissing, daughter of the king who brought so much pain upon his family. gods this is jon’s sister, and robb’s father always told him to behave honorably towards women and the thoughts he’s having are certainly not honorable. so robb runs.

rhaenys is furious. well, really she’s embarrassed but anger is easier. for the next week or so she is a nightmare to be around. not that she’d admit to anyone that she’s in a bad mood. meanwhile, robb is moping and hiding from everyone and probably spending most of his time sparring.

jon, who isn’t blind and is absolutely done with them, practically forces robb to talk to rhaenys. he doesn��t care what happened, he just wants the two of them to get over themselves and stop being so insufferable. also rhaenys made one of the goldcloaks cry and no one quite knows how that happened.

so they talk. and robb apologizes for kissing her, which rhaenys is quick to tell him is absolutely ridiculous, she’s the one who initiated it and besides, it was just a kiss.

well, that one kiss turns into quite a few more.

there aren’t really words for what they are to each other. if she were anyone else, robb would probably ask for her hand, but she’s the princess of the realm, not some petty lord’s daughter. and rhaenys doesn’t want to think about putting a label on them, because that would mean thinking about how the two of them fit in the future. and since they aren’t betrothed and king’s landing isn’t dorne, no one can know about their…. whatever.

then rhaegar starts bringing up the subject of rhaenys’s betrothal again. aegon isn’t on the table, since he and margaery tyrell are all but promised to each other at last, but perhaps willas tyrell would do, or maybe harry hardyng in the vale. lady paramount is a perfectly acceptable role for the sister to the future king.

(robb isn’t mentioned as an option. he might be of the right status, but relations between ned and rhaegar are still quite frosty, and the realm still doesn’t quite see the north as equal to the southern kingdoms.)

rhaenys knows, intellectually, that she must marry someday. and really, willas tyrell and harry hardyng are just suggestions. she could always look for a second son for a husband, so she could stay in king’s landing. but she doesn’t want to marry a stranger, and she doesn’t want to leave the city, and the only person she can think of is her cousin quentyn, and arianne would kill her if she married quent.

robb learns about the discussions for rhaenys’s hand from rumors floating around the court. and really, he shouldn’t care who rhaenys marries, it’s not like they’re anything more than good friends who kiss sometimes. or at least, that’s what he tries to tell himself.

he’s not very good at convincing himself.

“marry me,” robb blurts out. rhaenys stops dead in her tracks. “what?”

rhaenys says no. winterfell is about as far as it gets from king’s landing, and she does not wish to be sent away to a frozen wasteland where she knows close to nobody. there is so much she can do at court, so much change she could help affect, and she cannot do that in the north.

she explains this all to robb and he shrugs. “we could stay in the south.”

rhaenys is not often surprised. this makes it twice today that she has been struck speechless.

robb does not like court, as she is quick to remind him.

“no, but i like you.”

they talk late into the night. the sun is starting to peek out behind the treeline when rhaenys says yes.

(the issue was not that she did not wish to marry robb. quite the opposite. but if she is to be a part of the politics of realm, she cannot do so effectively in winterfell all the time. so they talk, and debate, and eventually a plan is drawn up for where they will reside.)

of course, this is all dependent on rhaegar and ned accepting. robb’s time in king’s landing is drawing to a close, and so he returns to winterfell to ask for his father’s permission. rhaenys goes to talk to rhaegar and elia.

rhaegar is surprised, to say the least. elia, who has been quietly watching her daughter’s flirtation-turned-courtship for the past months, is not. in the end, the discussion is rather short. robb stark is heir to one of the great houses, and the iron throne desperately needs better relations with the north. there’s little to oppose.

ned, on the other hand, is more reluctant to bind the starks to the royal family so officially. he loves his nephew dearly, but he cannot forget the circumstances under which jon was born. but robb seems to care for this southron princess, and catelyn is right, they cannot try to stay out of southron politics forever.

robb and rhaenys are married in the godswood at riverrun, halfway between their families’ castles. for the wedding of a royal princess and the heir to the north, it’s a surprisingly lowkey affair. but robb hardly notices much other than rhaenys, resplendent in dornish silks, and rhaenys for once lets herself forget about the politics and the future, and just lets robb lead her around in a sloppy rendition of the bear and the maiden fair.

(robb is not a great dancer, but he is definitely an enthusiastic one. rhaenys thinks it’s charming.)

it isn’t easy all the time. splitting time between winterfell and king’s landing means endless amounts of travelling, and they aren’t always in the same kingdom together. there are fights, and long nights working, and sometimes the politics at court get to be too much for both of them, but for all their differences, robb and rhaenys love each other. and maybe that’s all that’s needed.

god this got long, and this is really only a sketch of what that scenario would look like. maybe i’ll write a proper fic for this universe sometime, we’ll see.

thanks again anon!

#rhaenys targaryen #robb stark #asoiaf au #asks #anonymous #asoiaf #sara writes stuff #asoiafrare #robb x rhaenys #my headcanons

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cairis-in-the-field · 5 years

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🌻 galrannoodle :3c

Sunflower-power || Accepting || Nonnie

*DEEP BREATH*

*........*

Okay. So.

Myth is a marvel of a person.

@galrannoodle is an excellent blog full of the antics of a rabid space ferret of a Galra. He is the King Trash Pile; the Baron of Garbagebeings. He's complex and complicated and all those twisty-turny bendy-straws of psychiatric whoopsies.

An OC-version of Commander Throk: he's thoroughly competent, despite being five different flavors of space guano; wildly entertaining; and utterly terrifying when he flips his murder bitch switch.

You can see it in the threads, you can see it in the fantastic artwork!

Myth, themself... I am so very proud of them. I can't explain why without revealing details, so I leave it simply as this:

I am very proud of them and proud to know them.

Myth is one of the smartest, cleverest, kindest people I've ever met. A fantastic conversationalist, logical, friendly, and inventive! Never a dull moment whenever we get the chance to talk.

I count them as a dear friend and am very grateful that I am allowed to be friends with them. (Postcards!) I'm also grateful that, through them, I have met some also thoroughly fantastic people!

Friend-migo... thank you for being a friend. Let's travel down the road and back again. You're a pal!

#dash games #positivity post #galrannoodle #Noodle the Murder Ferret #let me adopt him #Anonymous

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fortunatelylori · 5 years

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hi there! i have read many of your metas and love them and with them more show than book i thought you might enjoy this idea? i was reflecting on how often we hear 'conquer' with dany in show so i crossreference it in the scripts and it (or conqueror/conquered) is spoken 26 times with her the first to say it. 14 are by, about or in presence of dany. 5 of the remaining 12 are with mention of aegon's title/deeds. overwhelming conquer is related to the targs but specifically dany ---

(2) — and overwhelmingly it is with a negative context (emphasis on forceful nature and bloodshed and power control over freedom) in 24/26 usages. but dany and targ arguments aside, i crosschecked for context of the rest. robb uses the conqueror title to rile up his troops and is accused to be that by the lannisters despite his primary goal independence. the iron throne was admired for its dangerous imagery worthy of a conqueror. tyrion jests this title to pod but it is thrown back in his face —

(3) – because he didnt conquer any women for he earned their affections. mance insists they’re not conquerors. yara riles up her people by saying the rest of the 7k only conquer and neglect. and jaime mocks lord frey (as he did robb) for not being a great conqueror. so food for thought. most ironic is dany saying in last instance so far “i’ve not come to conquer the north” yet first word usage is her asking (1x04) “if my brother was given an army of dothraki, could you conquer the seven kingdoms?”

Wow, nonny! That’s quite the bit of research you’ve done there! I can’t even imagine the amount of time that took you but it’s fantastic and really illuminating!

I have to say that the usage of “conqueror” in D*ny’s storyline is one of the cleverest tactics that the show has employed in both making the viewer aware of the problematic aspects of her quest to become the ruler of the 7 kingdoms as well as continue the glorification of D*ny as a character.

That’s, I think, testimony to our own real life problematic relationship with conquerors. On the one hand we glorify them, as is the case with someone like Alexander the Great. On the other hand we villainize them (Genghis Khan comes to mind).

In many ways I feel like GRRM is playing with those perceptions a lot. Take a culture like the Valyrians, who are very reminiscent of the Roman Empire. As he unfolds their story and the amount of horror and pain they brought to the world, I, for one, do end up questioning my own fascination with the Roman Empire as well as with traditional antiquity characters like Alexander the Great.

The truth is that the major difference between Alexander the Great and Genghis Khan is that Genghis Khan was far more successful than Alexander. However one was white and part of a civilization that we praise and hail to this day while Genghis was Asian and a Mongol, a culture we know next to nothing about. So while someone like Alexander gets hailed as the enlightened student of Aristotle, Genghis becomes the hated Other bringing destruction and horror to the civilized world. In reality, both these men were brutal conquerors that went to places that didn’t belong to them and killed people to get them.

That’s why D*ny is such a clever character. She’s pretty, white, blond, the decedent of the greatest civilization to exist in her world. How could she be an evil, brutal war monger?!? As if it matters if you’re killed by a “barbarian” or a lovely Aryan insert …

The most important usage of the term “conqueror” in D*ny’s story so far, I feel, is this:

Daario: You weren’t meant to sit on a chair. You are a conqueror, Daenerys Stormborn

This is then reinforced by her ignoring the throne at Dragonstone and going straight for the map room to plan her invasion. D*ny isn’t interested in ruling. But then again, most conquerors aren’t. Alexander the Great essentially threw his own empire into turmoil because he was unable to name his successor on his death bed. I guess he imagined he was going to live forever and no one was ever going to match up to his greatness … Reminds you of anyone? *cough D*ny cough*

And if in earlier seasons the conqueror imagery was subtle and we were also afforded a bit of breathing room as to the problematic aspects behind conquests, as D*ny was making her way through Slaver’s Bay, a place we weren’t really truly invested in emotionally and also she was seemingly doing it for a good cause (ending slavery), the brutality of conquest is really thrown in our faces come season 7 (and I suspect season 8 as well) since D*ny has now come to Westeros, a place we know and love, and is starting to get into conflicts with characters we actually care about. I wonder what our view of conquerors and their quests will be at the end of season 8 if D*ny reduces King’s Landing to a pile of ashes?

The other interesting thing is just how much the show is pushing the D*ny/Aegon the Conqueror parallel. I think this is very much inspired by GRRM’s text because if you look at what we know of Aegon you can really see D*ny mirroring his journey in many ways:

- Forced to abandon his country? Check. D*ny is forced on the run from Westeros, Aegon and his family leave Valyria before the doom

- Interested in the affairs of the East before abandoning them to focus on the west? Check. Aegon was involved in squabbles on the old continent before turning his back on them to focus on his conquest of Westors. D*ny conquers Slaver’s Bay before turning her back on the region leaving Meereen in the capable sellsword hands of Daario Naharis so she can sail to Westeros and claim her “birth right”.

- 3 dragons? Check. Incidentally, D*ny, in the books, often dreams of finding 2 riders for her remaining dragons so she won’t be alone, just like Aegon had his sisters/wives

- once conquering a place, no interest in ruling? Check. Aegon leaves the actual governance of the 7 kingdoms in the hands of his sisters. D*ny finds that ruling Meereen isn’t really all it’s cracked up to be and becomes increasingly annoyed by it until she’s saved by Drogon and she’s able to embrace the fire and blood policy of her illustrious ancestor.

I find it all rather poetic to be honest. Since GRRM is so found of drawing parallels between historical and present characters in his universe as well as of cyclical arcs, I can see the beauty in D*ny (being the mirror of Aegon) desperately trying to hold on to what the father of the dynasty started only to end up completely destroying it (by dying and losing her dragons).

Thank you for the ask!

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Jonrya Prompt: Post reunion, Jon being hit over the head with the fact that he's not the only man who sees that Arya is beautiful. Maybe wildlings are flirting or making dirty jokes idk. (Bonus points for oblivious Arya.)

I hope this is close to what you wanted to see, Nonny. Or at least a satisfying substitute

They’re all going to die.

It’d been a realization that crept in like cold to thebone and had lingered for a sennight—a heavy, foreboding, silencing fogstopping up the lungs, but offering the mind a certain clarity. They were allgoing to die. This winter would be an eternal one. The White Walkers would win,and if they were lucky they might be put to fire before the dead called them torise again.

Jon doesn’t know how it had happened, or when, only thatit had. The heaviness that had spread through the camp had eased only a little,but enough for this to start. Drunkenrevelry, laughter, easy smiles—things that had no place in camps during war.But, Jon reminds himself, this is no war.This is not Aegon’s Conquest, not the War of the Five Penny Kings. Not Robert’sRebellion, nor the Greyjoy. A certain death makes men to queer things, likecelebrate and feast on what little was left of their stores, and Jon hadn’t theheart to deny them when he was leading them into doom.

It’s troubled Jon. It troubleshim now. He was not designed forlordship, let alone a crown. Yet here he is—King in the North, Crown Prince ofthe South—around a campfire, staring longingly at the flame like it was a lover’sface while his men told bawdy jokes, slapping one another on the back andremembering times that were warmer and kinder.

One laugh—loud and feminine—pulls him from his ownthoughts. It’s a balm to his pained heart, her laugh. And familiar—beautifully,wonderfully, impossibly familiar. He lifts his head to search for her, findingher at the next fire over with a group of wildlings and Northerners alike. She’stelling a tale, her arms gesticulating wildly, and it has them in tears it isso amusing.

He can’t help but smile, though it has nothing to do withwhat she is saying and everything to do with her. Arya has returned to him, his little sister, safe and soundand grown. The years do not troublehim as much as what they’ve done to her. He fears the truth of what hadhappened to her, of course. But what makes him even more afraid is the womanshe has become.

She is a beauty.

Oh, Arya has always been beautiful to him. He can’trecall how many boys he had hit in his youth who had called Arya ugly in hispresence. He had seen it when she wasbarely walking. When she had fallen in mud puddles near the stables. When shehad stood next to Sansa, whose beauty eclipsed even those great ladies in thesongs.

But Arya.

The woman she is now is someone even he could never have dreamed of. And it both makes him proud thatfinally people see her for what he has always known her to be, yet hurts hisheart to think that this newly found admiration for her is because she is sovery sweet to look upon. People can now see what has always been there.

And it makes Jon angry.With protectiveness. With fear. With jealousy.Because Arya is his, and he is hers. It’s been that way since they werechildren, and it is not fair that things between them have become socomplicated when they finally have one another back. Briefly, Jon wonders if it’she who has made it complicated with these feelings he knows, but does not wantto name. A smile, a touch on the arm, any little form of acknowledgment and hestirs for her.

Jon tries to ignore it. Instead, he focuses on the facesin the firelight that look up at her. She has no shortage of male admirers,some more forward than others. With a few, he has considered sending them awayto Tormund’s command, but so far Jon has not made the order. Perhaps it’sbetter that there’s someone—or plenty men, he supposes—that stand between themso that he does not act on his urges. And she deserves to be admired, to belooked upon as they look upon her now—like she is the cleverest, fiercest, mostbeautiful woman in all of Westeros. Like she is loved. Even if she cannot see it for herself—and she can’t, notwith the way she dismisses his concerns—she deserves all of it and more,especially now.

When she lifts herself up on her toes and stretches herneck to make eye contact with him from across the fires, Jon realizes he musthave been staring at her a little too long. The joy alight on her face makeshis heart skip a beat and soon he feels his shame acutely. He offers her a patheticlittle wave in return, and Arya seems like she might move to join him.

Stay, Jonthinks. Stay and enjoy how they worshipyou, little sister. I have nothingbut dishonor to gift you now.

Hope y’all enjoyed!

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