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chiaracognigniart · 3 months
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Garlan and Leonette for #Sixcharacters ship challenge commissionated by@highgardenart
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stylender · 2 years
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The Sims 4 Lookbook featuring The Tyrells (from Game of Thrones):
'The Tyrell's Light Academia Apotechary'
Full video on youtube
• Premieres Saturday, October 8th 2022 •
top picture (l-r): Willas, Garlan, Leonette, Margaery
bottom picture (l-r): Garlan, Leonette, Margaery, Willas
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istumpysk · 2 years
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Garlan tried to cheer up Sansa and told her that she will find happiness in Tyrion. In same book, Jon wish Tormund's daughter find happiness in Longspear who stole her. Tyrion also tried to stole Sansa claim.
Ha, nice catch anon! Very similar scenes.
"You bloody crows." Tormund's tone was gruff, yet strangely gentle. "That Longspear stole me daughter. Munda, me little autumn apple. Took her right out o' my tent with all four o' her brothers about. Toregg slept through it, the great lout, and Torwynd . . . well, Torwynd the Tame, that says all that needs saying, don't it? The young ones gave the lad a fight, though."
"And Munda?" asked Jon.
"She's my own blood," said Tormund proudly. "She broke his lip for him and bit one ear half off, and I hear he's got so many scratches on his back he can't wear a cloak. She likes him well enough, though. And why not? He don't fight with no spear, you know. Never has. So where do you think he got that name? Har!"
Jon had to laugh. Even now, even here. Ygritte had been fond of Longspear Ryk. He hoped he found some joy with Tormund's Munda. Someone needed to find some joy somewhere. - Jon X, ASOS
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It was so sweet and silly that Sansa had to laugh, despite everything. Afterward she was absurdly grateful. Somehow the laughter made her hopeful again, if only for a little while. Smiling, she let the music take her, losing herself in the steps, in the sound of flute and pipes and harp, in the rhythm of the drum . . . and from time to time in Ser Garlan's arms, when the dance brought them together. "My lady wife is most concerned for you," he said quietly, one such time.
"Lady Leonette is too sweet. Tell her I am well."
"A bride at her wedding should be more than well." His voice was not unkind. "You seemed close to tears."
"Tears of joy, ser."
"Your eyes give the lie to your tongue." Ser Garlan turned her, drew her close to his side. "My lady, I have seen how you look at my brother. Loras is valiant and handsome, and we all love him dearly . . . but your Imp will make a better husband. He is a bigger man than he seems, I think."
Personally I'd prefer the Longspear.
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ladymarys-blog · 4 years
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Lord Garlan Tyrell and Lady Leonette Fossoway, at their wedding.
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asoiafrarepairs · 4 years
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Garlan Tyrell/Leonette Fossoway. From the moment he saw her, he knew, she was the one he’d crown his queen of love and beauty.
Added to our prompt page!
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wickedjaime · 5 years
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Garlan Tyrell/Leonette Fossoway “He looked at her, and she felt like she was enough.”
Nearly nine moons had passed; the petal was a meadow now, all abloom within her. An ethereal haven on the inside — a green, gladed oasis, jade vines and sunlit blossoms shaped into flesh, her sweet growing flower, theirs — but swollen and stretched on the out. Leonette was not the slender maiden she once was, but somehow, whenever the worry creeped in, Garlan’s lips would find her round belly, soft chestnut eyes holding her gaze. There was never any disgust in those deep shades, only warmth, and pride, and love. He sees me, she’d think every time that earthen gaze drew closer so that they may hold one another, caress and inhale each other’s breath. And it makes me feel enough.
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samwpmarleau · 6 years
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Written for @delusionalyousay in the @asoiafrarepairsanta exchange. Happy holidays!
Her wedding day has come upon her at last, and she wants to feel what all the songs tell her she should, to feel joyous and giddy and demure and proud. She wants to feel that, but she doesn’t. All she feels is fear. Fear and uncertainty, fear and dread. The songs say one thing, but she knows the songs lie more than they tell the truth.
All her life, she’s been warned that love is not the way of the world. She will marry a man she does not love, a man who may well be old enough to be her father. She will be sold off like chattel, her home, her family, her very name ripped from her as though she never existed. She is a Fossoway only because she has not yet wed, she will be a Fossoway only until she is wed.
Her mother isn’t a particularly warm woman, but no one can say she minces words. Leonette had learned that long ago, too.
Her betrothed flashes into her mind as he so often has over the last year. His laughing brown eyes, the soft curl of his hair that somehow always falls just-so, the way his hand felt on her back when they dance, the displeasure she endures when he talks to other maidens.
He is a marvel, Garlan Tyrell, in form, shape, and cadence, and he is to be hers before the sun sets.
Yet, in spite of all his charms, her mother’s warnings are ingrained in her like gnarled thorns. His handsomeness will expire as he ages, his generosity will fade the first time he goes to war, his gallantry is nothing more than a show, his interest in her goes only so far as her cunt, that as soon as she’s with child, he’d go off and find someone younger, prettier.
She wants to be a blushing bride, but it’s those warnings that stop her short. After all, she is but eight-and-ten, what does she know of love? Her parents have never had such a thing, she’s known that for as long as she can remember. In fact, precious few women that she’s ever met seem to feel any affection for their husbands. Garlan certainly does not lack for attention from women, and there is nothing to stop him from accepting their propositions. Certainly not her. It is not her right to keep him to her bed.
The worries do not abate; nor does time, and before Leonette knows it, her maiden’s cloak is clasped at her breastbone and she is being ushered into Highgarden’s magnificent sept. Gilded roses climb the walls and the sunshine through the cut glass windows send a thousand rainbows skittering across the hall.
And, perhaps most magnificent of all, Garlan stands at the end of the aisle, dressed so impeccably that Leonette has to wonder quite how many dragons were spent on him alone. Gods know her own dress had been of exorbitant cost--she would be marrying a Tyrell, her mother said, and there would be no gossip this day of how a Fossoway had looked inadequate.
On Garlan’s face she expects to see...well, she doesn’t quite know, but anxiety is certainly not it. Oh, he is in fine form, as ever, yet he’s jittery in a way she’s not glimpsed before.
As the septon requests silence from the guests, Leonette takes the moment to whisper, “Are you all right?”
“Shall you think less of me if I confess to nerves?” he whispers back.
“You’re nervous?” she giggles. “Whatever for?”
He tries to answer, but the septon starts the proceedings. She says her part, miraculously not stumbling upon her words once, and then they kiss, and though it’s ever so brief, she finds herself wanting more. Much, much more.
And I can, she reminds herself. In but a few hours’ time, I will.
It isn’t until halfway through the feast that she finally seizes the opportunity to ask him again what he’d meant earlier. His cheeks are flushed with wine and warmth, and he gives a rather ungainly shrug.
“Well, you make me nervous. I feel like half a boy around you, never sure what to say. I always have.” He takes her hand and places it on his chest; his heartbeat is quick as a rabbit’s. “See?”
“I make you nervous?” she asks, stunned. “You’re the victor of a hundred tourneys, a knight the Warrior would admire, and handsome besides. I’m only Nettie Fossoway, how could I make you nervous?”
He smiles at her, and she realizes with a start that out of all the maidens and serving girls he’d spoken with, he’d never given them this smile. “How indeed?”
She flushes from the roots of her hair to the tips of her toes, and in an instant she feels all her fears snap apart like rusted chains. Her mother is wrong, she’s wrong, and Leonette only wishes she’d refused to listen to her in the first place.
She links her fingers with his and never lets go.
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hchollym · 2 years
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Got fandom: 💚💙🌹
💚 Ship that you secretly like:
Hmm, I'm pretty open about most ships, but I guess I'd say I have a strange soft spot for Garlan x Sansa x Leonette (when Sansa is older). Oooh, or my crack crossover ship of Sansa x Uhtred. 🤣
💙 Ship that you used to have as an OTP:
You know what? I don't think I had an OTP before Jonsa. I liked a lot of pairings, but none of them were my absolute favorite. Huh... 🤔
🌹 Ship that you have as an OTP:
Jonsa! There is so much foreshadowing there that I never realized before, but now that I do, I can't unsee it. They also have so much potential to be happy together, which they both deserve. ❤️
Thanks for the ask! 😊
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thetudorslovers · 4 years
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Lady Leonette is Garlan's wife .She is among Margaery Tyrell's retinue when she comes to King's Landing. She teaches the high harp to Sansa Stark.
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Wildfire
The queen could feel the heat of those green flames. The pyromancers said that only three things burned hotter than their substance: dragonflame, the fires beneath the earth, and the summer sun. Some of the ladies gasped when the first flames appeared in the windows, licking up the outer walls like long green tongues. Others cheered, and made toasts.
Tommen stared wide-eyed at the fires, as fascinated as he was frightened, until Margaery whispered something in his ear that made him laugh. Some of the knights began to make wagers on how long it would be before the tower collapsed.
 “Shall I escort you to your pillows?”, Jaime asked later.
"No need." Cersei felt too alive for sleep. The wildfire was cleansing her, burning away all her rage and fear, filling her with resolve. "The flames are so pretty. I want to watch them for a while."
Jaime hesitated. "You should not stay alone."
"I will not be alone. Ser Osney can remain with me and keep me safe. Your Sworn Brother."
excerpts from A Feast for Crows Chapter 12 (Cersei III).
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briighteyed-blog1 · 7 years
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SOMEONE asked me to describe HOME and I started talking about your hair color, and the SOUND of your voice, and the TASTE of your lips, and how your skin feels like, until I            REALIZED they had expected to hear a place.
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dwellordream · 3 years
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I just finished your one shot and it was amazing. Brienne feels awkward but yet more thriving than her canon self. I am now shipping Leonette x Brienne. Sorry Garlan
Thank you!
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ladymarys-blog · 4 years
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Lord Garlan Tyrell and his wife, Lady Leonette Tyrell of House Fossoway. 
For @auroras3. 
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asoiafrarepairs · 4 years
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A Dream of Spring rarepairs week masterpost
Thank you to everyone who participated in our A Dream of Spring rarepairs week! We had some amazing submissions, and we really appreciate all the wonderful works everyone added to the asoiaf rarepairs fandom! 
Below the cut are all the great works that were submitted for the week:
DAY ONE - FALSE SPRING:
Ned x Robert edit by @x-winging-it
Jon x Renly fic by @afewreelthoughts
Ned x Cersei fic by @zoyaalinas
Stannis x Ned fic by @plaidslytherin
Arthur x Elia fic by @sincereouslywriting
Sansa x Domeric fic by losgar
DAY ONE - THAW: 
Cersei x Taena fan art by @hatsoff-forgandalf
Jon x Satin fic by @renlysrainbowguard
Sansa x Aegon fic by @glowingmechanicalheart
Daenerys x Arianne edit by @meereens
Ned x Cersei fic by @rickon-on-skagos
Alys x Meera fic by @the-sober-folly
Jaime x Lyanna gifset by @ladystarks
Arya x Tommen edit by @sweetaprilbutterfly
Jon x Renly fic by @afewreelthoughts
Sansa x Domeric fic by losgar
DAY TWO - DREAMS:
Sansa x Myrcella edit by @renlysrainbowguard
Jenny x Duncan edit by @x-winging-it
Catelyn x Cersei edit/ficlet by @anniebibananie
Rhaenys x Cerenna fic by @the-sober-folly
Cersei x Lyanna gifset by @ladystarks
Mya x Sansa fic by @zoyaalinas
Arya x Daenerys edit/ficlet by @newmidnightmayor
Daemon x Alyn fic by @sincereouslywriting
Sansa x Domeric fic by losgar
DAY TWO - CHILDREN:
Sansa x Myrcella edit by @renlysrainbowguard
Sansa x Myrcella fanart by @hatsoff-forgandalf
Robb x Jeyne gifset by @bythunder
Rhaenys x Cerenna fic by @the-sober-folly
Tommen x Russell Merryweather fic by @meereens
Ned x Cersei fic by @glowingmechanicalheart
Robb x Rhaenys fic by @thundersnowstorm
Mya x Sansa fic by @zoyaalinas
Cersei x Qyburn edit by @sweetaprilbutterfly
Sansa x Domeric fic by losgar
DAY THREE - HOPE:
Elia x Arthur edit by @x-winging-it
Allyria x Sarella fic by @the-sober-folly
Ned x Elia fic by @newmidnightmayor
Rickard x Rhaella fic by @glowingmechanicalheart
Arya x Night’s Queen edit by @meereens
Rickon x Shireen edit/ficlet by @anniebibananie
Sansa x Domeric fic by losgar
DAY THREE - SUN:
Elia x Ashara edit by @renlysrainbowguard
Elia x Lyanna edit by @hatsoff-forgandalf
Elia x Arthur edit by @x-winging-it
Allyria x Sarella fic by @the-sober-folly
Ned x Elia fic by @newmidnightmayor
Elia x Ashara edit by @thundersnowstorm
Ned x Elia edit by @newmidnightmayor
Sansa x Myrcella edit by @ladystarks
Sansa x Myrcella fic by @ladystarks
Daeron x Myriah fic by @sincereouslywriting
Elia x Lyanna edit by @mimiofthemalfoys
Joanna x Rhaella fic by @wickedjaime
Sansa x Domeric fic by losgar
DAY FOUR - WARMTH:
Selyse x Melisandre edit by @renlysrainbowguard
Trystane x Myrcella edit by @x-winging-it
Elia x Lyanna edit by @mimiofthemalfoys
Sansa x Brienne fic by @glowingmechanicalheart
Arya x Edric fanart by @amaati
Myrcella x Jon edit by @ladystarks
Elia x Lyanna edit/ficlet by @anniebibananie
Sansa x Domeric fic by losgar
DAY FOUR - TEARS:
Daenerys x Arianne fanart by @hatsoff-forgandalf
Arya x Edric fanart by @amaati
Cersei x Lysa fic by @meereens
Oberyn x Ellaria fic by @sincereouslywriting
Sansa x Domeric fic by losgar
DAY FIVE - FLOWERS:
Brienne x Margaery edit by @renlysrainbowguard
Aegon x Margaery edit by @x-winging-it
Elia x Lyanna fanart by @hatsoff-forgandalf
Ned x Rhaegar fic by @glowingmechanicalheart
Theon x Myrcella edit/ficlet by @anniebibananie
Asha x Lynesse fic by @the-sober-folly
Garlan x Leonette fic by @sincereouslywriting
Sansa x Domeric fic by losgar
DAY FIVE - EMBRACE:
Ned x Rhaegar fic by @glowingmechanicalheart
Ned x Cersei gifset by @ladystarks
Robb x Jeyne edit by @sweetaprilbutterfly
Asha x Shae edit/ficlet by @meereens
Sansa x Domeric fic by losgar
DAY SIX - REBIRTH: 
Beric x Thoros edit by @hatsoff-forgandalf
Roose x Catelyn edit/ficlet by @renlysrainbowguard
Jaime x Lyanna edit by @x-winging-it
Missandei x Jon edit/ficlet by @anniebibananie
Robb x Lyanna fic by @rileymatthhews
Sansa x Domeric fic by losgar
DAY SIX - SPRING:
Edric x Sansa fic by @glowingmechanicalheart
Arya x Meera edit by @meereens
Bran x Myrcella edit by @sweetaprilbutterfly
Sansa x Domeric fic by losgar
DAY SEVEN - FREE DAY:
Ser Pounce x Another Cat edit by @renlysrainbowguard
Melisandre x Quaithe fanart by @hatsoff-forgandalf
Arthur x Jaime fic by @wickedjaime
Alys x Sigorn fanart by @harritudur
Daenerys x Sansa gifset by @lesbianenfys
Ned x Cersei edit by @sweetaprilbutterfly
Cersei x Taena edit by @meereens
Arya x Podric edit by @sweetaprilbutterfly
Robb x Daenerys fic by @afewreelthoughts
Again, thank you to everyone who participated! If we forgot to add something to the list, don’t hesitate to let us know!
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ladystarks · 5 years
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Garlan/Leonette? Mace/Alerie?
Garlan x Leonette - yes they're so cute! I wish we had more supportive, in love characters in the books!
Mace x Alerie - I don't really think about them so I'm gonna have to say no, I don't ship them.
Send me a ship and I'll give you my (brutally) honest opinion on it
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mcssagcinabottlc · 5 years
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8, 10, 16 (for the multimuse questions)
ASKS FOR MUNS WITH A MULTIMUSE OR MORE THAN ONE MUSE // ACCEPTING
 8. what is each of your muses otps? notps? 
((I don’t rp that many ships so some of my muses don’t have any developed ship yet.))
Daryn Hornwood;      // Daryn x Alys Karstark, Daryn x Talia Forrester
Val;    // Val x Jarl, Val x Jon Snow. (If plotted maybe, she needs a friend.) //     NOTP; Val x  any of the knights at the wall tbh
Leonette Fossoway;        // Leonette x Garlan
Remy Lebeau;         //  Remy x Rogue.   // NOTP; Remy x Laura, Remy x any of the younger x-girls. 
Gideon;          //   Gideon x Tina. (I don’t have any other Gideon ships yet.)
John Brooke;     //    John x Meg.    NOTP;    John x anyone who’s not Meg? 
10. which muse is the most fun to write for?
It’s probably Remy, he gets himself into all the trouble.
16. which muse is most willing to fight another muse?
Probably Perses, due to the world he lives && his experiences in said world he’s more likely to resort to violence. 
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