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rarepears · 5 months
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Wait. Just had a thought. How do the citizens of Westeros understand and explain away when hens suddenly start turning into roosters? Or other such transformations between genders?
Is the answer going to be… blame it on Sung Jinwoo?
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petrareads · 1 month
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eerieechos · 1 month
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Haters will see a traumatized young girl and b like: why isn’t she acting in a logical and reasonable manner???? n then praise male characters for the exact same behavior
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Brienne and Jaime as various tumblr quotes cause I love them
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pixelshiftexe · 4 months
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Sigil of House Tarth
Hand Embroidery
(Field; Bayeux stitch
Emblems; Split Stitch
Outline; Trailing Couch Stitch)
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gramnel · 10 months
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A Song of Ice and Fire × Merlin
Merlin, the last Targaryen, had been rescued by his father's dragon before his entire family was vanished. He has to hide his identity and he constantly changes his hair color. Not only he is a Targaryen, he is also a warg. And one day Merlin found out about a prophecy. . . The Prince That Was Promised will save them all from long night.
Arthur from house Lannister is a young prince and heir to the throne. It is house Lannister that took the rulership over the Seven Kingdoms. He doesn't know about his great destiny. But the price for the brighter future will be almost unbearable. . .
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synesealedelivered · 2 months
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i feel a desperate need to write a game of thrones modern AU where jon snow is the coach of Arya’s 8th grade soccer team (he knows nothing about soccer) and together they takes the team to nationals or whatever (i don’t know shit about soccer either) and the girls help him solve his personal problems and find his place in the world. Bran is his assistant coach (he is the only person keeping up with all the responsibilities of the team, scheduling buses for trips, making sure everyone has uniforms, etc and the only one who knows anything about soccer he is also 9 years old) Robb is there the whole time yelling words of affirmation to his siblings in the bleachers and ignoring emails from his family failing business so theon and him can run around the field pushing bran in his wheelchair at top speed, while jon frantically googles “soccer rules for dummies” and “how to help a 12 year old choose which parent she wants to live with after the divorce”. Sansa is babysitting Rickon as a way to prove to her parents that she is the best and most responsible child so mom and dad should let her spend the summer in her friend’s margeary’s super fancy house in the city living her best “ it girl coming of age indie soundtrack life” but rickon is insane and she is slowly losing her mind controlling what is technically a worse version of kevin macallister in a giant house with 6 dogs while also trying to be her class valedictorian to prove to fucking joffrey (they are in the same school and hate each other and compete in everything) that she isn’t “a stupid little girl” and she will get into harvard AND be the class valedictorian (they are years away of graduating)
theon and robb get jon to smoke weed behind the bleachers so he can “relax a little” before one of the practices and he gets insanely paranoid and the girls in the team (they all think he is a loser, but love him in a “ugly teddy bear at goodwill i have to buy so he won’t feel rejected kinda way” ) think his red eyes are from crying and his weird behavior is him trying to cover it up and constantly stop their training to try and comfort him by saying insane stuff to try to convince him not that he is not a loser, but that is ok to be a loser and arya laughs so much she throws up.
Myrcella being on the team and Cersei being an insane soccer mom and doing everything she can to make jons life a living hell by being the chaperone parent during away games. Joffrey being forced to attend his sister’s games and arya creating new and inventive ways of fucking with him by slowing convincing everyone that he is going insane because she knows he is shitty to sansa.
shireen being on the soccer team and baking cookie for jon because she heard him in one of his 5 minutes screaming breaks in the janitor’s closet and thinks he is hanging by a thread (he is) she gives bran the cookies and he uses them as training treats for jon and summer.
i’m going insane
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leupagus · 2 months
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Am I writing this largely because I enjoy the idea of Sansa and Stannis constantly hissing at each other like two belligerent cats? Listen,
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By the first week of the siege, Sansa was forced to admit — if only to herself —that warfare was far less exciting than she'd imagined. When she had been told of Robb's victories in the Riverlands she had always pictured him triumphant upon a fearsome destrier, sword held high as he cut down his enemies before him. Then he'd been killed and she had lived through the Battle of the Blackwater, waiting either rescue or slaughter by the very man who was now her ally. That had not been exciting, precisely, but it had not been this dull and plodding affair. A far cry from the valiant knights and noble battles she'd read when she was a girl; but she'd had precious little turn out the way she'd been taught.
She slept at the camps near the front lines, in the same soldier's tent she and Brienne and Podrick had shared for the past four months. Stannis had made all sorts of ridiculous protests about "ladies" and "danger" until she'd had to remind him, once again, that her eight thousand men gave her the freedom to dictate her own movements.
"All very well while we're waiting out here, my lady," he'd growled in response, after his requisite glare at her flawless logic, "But when battle joins, you'll be nothing more than a nuisance."
"In which case, I'll be quickly killed and you can have Rickon installed as Lord of Winterfell instead," she'd replied, "as you were hoping to do in the first place." That had shut him up, at least, and he'd gone back to scowling at Winterfell's walls.
Every night when she returned to the camp, she stopped at Stannis's tent and joined the conference with their commanders and lieutenants. It was then that she learned about the waging of war: how men were best deployed, how training was maintained even in the midst of a siege, how sickness was kept at bay so that it did not kill more soldiers than did the battles. Stannis disliked her presence there, too, but she was rapidly coming to understand that he would only be truly happy when she was out of his life for good. Possibly not even then. He did not seem a man much given to smiles.
The men did not share Stannis's view, at least; as she walked through the lines each morning and night they stood to bow to her, and press the back of her hand to their foreheads as she remembered they had done to Mother so long ago.
"They say that the old gods have brought you back to us," Lord Reed told her one day, as he accompanied her on her daily walk to the winter town. "That they were angered when the Starks were driven from Winterfell, and that they're drawing you all back here one by one. They say that Robb Stark may come back from the dead, such is the rage of the gods, and avenge all who wronged your house."
Joffrey had been diligent in recounting every detail of what had happened to Robb's body after Roose Bolton had killed him. She repressed a shudder to think of it and held more tightly to Reed's arm, grateful for the warmth of him at her side. "I hope they are not disappointed if all they get is me and Rickon."
Reed chuckled. "They're well-satisfied, my lady," he said. They walked into the winter town just as the sun broke over the mountains. "You're a sight prettier than the Young Wolf ever was, that's certain."
The winter town was where her real work was done each day. It was the custom every winter for the smallfolk of the North to leave their hides holdfasts and journey here, bringing what they could cart or carry. The winter town would eventually house nearly one in three of every soul living in the North, seeking shelter together to endure the cold.
The Boltons had not bothered to do their duty, laying in no provisions and building no new housing. Up until now it had mattered little; even as the winds had begun to blow, few smallfolk had dared to come take shelter under the banners of the flayed man. The town itself had been all but abandoned, until word of the Starks' return had begun to spread throughout the North.
Now the winter town seemed to double in size with each passing day despite the ongoing siege of the Keep. Sansa had her hands full in directing builders, organizing kitchens, allocating what resources they had to feed and shelter everyone. In this she was aided by any number of friends and allies: those servants and household members who had first escaped during Winterfell's seizure by the Ironborn, or who had endured that but had fled the Boltons' brutal takeover; the households of her lords who had come to support the siege; even Lady Umber and her formidable staff lent a hand before she returned to Last Hearth. Her most steadfast assistants were Rickon and Shireen, who at first had joined her out of boredom but were now her little lieutenants, breathlessly updating her on all events of the previous night as she joined them for breakfast each morning. She received aid also from her men in the armies, assigning their builders to fortify the town in much the same way they were fortifying the siege camp.
Her lords approved of this; Stannis, of course, did not.
"You seek another threescore soldiers?" he demanded one evening.
The siege had now dragged on near a month. Bolton's men showed signs of distress, Lord Flint reported with no small satisfaction; they would not last much longer. But this had brought a fresh concern, and Sansa had broached it during their evening conference.
"We need to build up the palisades along the eastern side of the winter town," Sansa insisted, pointing at the map spread out along the table, with the various pieces representing the various companies all arrayed neatly atop. Stannis's wooden flaming hearts were outnumbered by Sansa's wolf heads two to one, though many of hers appeared hastily-carved from whatever spare wood was at hand. She reached for a flaming heart on the far side of the Keep, well away from the siege. "It need only be for—"
"Give me that," Stannis snapped, snatching it back. "Those men are covering the huntsman's gate, should any of Bolton's forces be cowardly enough to attempt escape rather than stand and fight."
"And you anticipate that happening in the next day?" she demanded, resisting the urge to lunge for the piece the way she used to with Robb when he had teasingly stolen her embroidery, holding it just out of reach. "There must be fifty or sixty men out of twelve thousand that can be spared."
"Why are the palisades in need of building up in the first place?" Stannis demanded, as Lord Glover opened and then shut his mouth to reply to her. "This winter town of yours is folly — you cannot grant entry to every farmer and tinker who pleads for shelter."
Sansa gaped at him in outrage, though even as she did so she was heartened to hear the murmur of her lords at such a comment. "That is precisely what is done, and has been for every winter since before Bran the Builder set stones to build Winterfell!" She glared at him. "This is a refuge, Your Grace."
"This is a siege, my lady," he retorted, looming over her. She thought longingly of the beautiful heeled shoes Margaery wore; she needed only a few inches to match Stannis's height, and see what good his looming did him then. "The smallfolk congregate here at their own risk!"
"My people congregate here because they believe I will keep them safe, and I will do so. With or without Your Grace's help!"
"Without, if it pleases my lady!"
Half-ready to club him over the head with the nearest chair, Sansa grabbed the flaming heart out of his hands and waved it in his face. "What are these men supposed to do, if Bolton and his soldiers escape out this way?"
Stannis looked too near a fit of apoplexy to reply, so it was Lord Cerwyn who cleared his throat and answered, "They are charged to report back, my lady, with some following at a safe distance to see where they go."
"It's perfectly obvious where they'll go," Sansa snapped. "Lord Bolton will make for the Dreadfort."
"Of course he will," said Stannis, finding his voice at last, though he did not try for the wolf's-head piece again. "That doesn't mean—"
"I know three dozen local boys who could hide along the route from the huntsman's gate to the eastern road and bring back reports, without clomping about the forests in full armor," Sansa said, slamming the piece down at the winter town. "And they might be able to bring back some food, while they're at it. Unlike your soldiers, they know how to hunt in the Wolfswood without frightening off half the game."
A few days later, she had her men.
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scudden · 8 months
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Jon Snow :) Wanted to make a portrait with him with a medieval manuscript style border!!
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frimoussette88 · 2 years
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“You were made to be kissed, often and well.”
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rarepears · 4 months
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Oh look at my first SVSSS X Game of Thrones crossover plotbunny...
And I just found it among my hundred-something drafts. Looking back, wow it's such a basic idea.
Game of Thrones doesn't ever really flesh out Yi Ti other than the whole it's some Generic Asian Culture. But there's magic! So why not make Yi Ti a Chinese cultivation setting.
Imagine Daenerys Targaryen getting ready to board her ship with her dragons and in comes Liu Qingge who sees a cool monster to slay and bring back to show to Shen Qingqiu!
Sorry Daenerys, Liu Qingge's courtship is more important. Shen Yuan needs those dragons! (Does wife-beam count on dragons?)
(And a grumpy hangry Mobei Jun gets mistaken as the Night King come alive again by the North. Mobei Jun is particularly annoyed by this because he just left his very comfortable cold castle to go to the warmer parts of his icy empire to deal with his wanna be ice king.)
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mercymaker · 2 years
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❝ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ ʜᴀs ɴᴏ ʀᴀɢᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴛʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ❞
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afusionoffandoms · 5 months
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Still waiting for any sort of transmasculine representation to show up in popular media.
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gromlyn · 3 months
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Queen Aerea I Targaryen, the dragon empress.
Aerea is one of my favorite Targaryens; out of everything in Fire and Blood her story is the one I think about the most often. So in my au she successfully claims Balerion, explores Valyria, and becomes the progenitor of a Targaryen dynasty. Just girlboss thingz.
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forwitchesandwolves · 4 months
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Arya Stark is the love of my life, so I hope I've captured her nicely in this.
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gameofthronedd · 1 year
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In love with the way the Green actors talk about their characters and give so much depth to them. Honestly get them in the writer's room fr the canon they have in their heads deserves to be heard.
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