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kckt88 · 5 months

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New Beginnings.

Summary:

In the midst of yet another tedious council meeting, a new heir to the Iron Throne is named and another Targaryen makes their entrance into the world.

Warning(s): Childbirth, Swearing, Allusion to Child Loss.

Word Count: 2200.

Author Note: A companion piece to Wedding & Consummation/Arrival(s)/Mother & Father/Petitions & Final Tributes/The Hand, The King & The Dragon/Dragonstone/Blood & Cheese/A Time for Grief/The Gullet/Harrenhal and the Rivers/The Gods Eye & The Fallen Queen.

But can be read as a one-shot.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated.

“I know this might be tough for you to think about Your Grace. But you should consider marrying again”.

“-And why would I do that?” asked Aegon.

“Y-You need a male heir Your Grace” uttered Roland Westerling nervously as he noticed Aemond narrowing his singular amethyst eye at the Lord of the Crag.

“Who do you consider worthy of becoming the wife to a King?” questioned Aegon.

“Borros Baratheon has other daughters that can be taken to wife,” said Roland.

“Is my brother Daeron not enough of a boon to Lord Baratheon that he would seek to have another one of his daughters married to a dragon” snapped Aemond.

“It was merely a suggestion Your Grace” muttered Roland.

“What of the ladies Baela and Rhaena?” asked Royce Caron.

“Are you mad?” exclaimed Vaera running her hands over her rounded stomach.

“Your sister’s have Targaryen and Velaryon blood, it would be a fine match and having his blood upon the Iron Throne might assuage Lord Corlys’ ire,” said Tyland.

“Legitimizing his bastard son and granting his petition to have him named as heir to Driftmark will also do that, besides Rhaena is betrothed to Garmund Hightower” said Vaera.

“Another bastard in line to Driftmark, does Lord Corlys have no shame” muttered Torrhen Manderly.

“Lord Corlys is also requesting the blessing of the King for a marriage between his granddaughter Lady Baela and his son Alyn upon the agreement of his legitimization” said Grand Maester Munkun.

“I think the King should consider it” said Vaera.

“It is of little consequence what you think Princess” said Manfryd Mooton.

“-And what is that supposed to mean?” demanded Jayne Arryn.

“Women have no place on this council” argued Manfryd.

“How dare you?” snarled Aemond slamming his fist into the table.

“M-My prince” gasped Manfryd.

“You dare sit in front me and insult my wife” snapped Aemond.

“I meant no offence Prince Aemond but-“

“I am Hand to the King and my wife is the Mistress of Laws and you will show some respect, My wife sists on this council by the command of your King” shouted Aemond.

“Apologise Lord Hand, but perhaps on the matter of Lord Corlys your wife is swayed by her personal feelings”.

“I merely wish for the King to make his own choice and not be forced into a union that he does not wish for” said Vaera.

“I-I will grant Lord Corlys’ request. Alyn will be legitimized, and my blessing will be given for his granddaughter Baela to marry” said Aegon.

“But your grace who-“

“I shall take no wife. Discussions for another marriage will never be spoken of again” exclaimed Aegon as he pushed his half-filled cup of wine away.

“You need to secure the succession Your Grace,” said Tyland.

“It has already been secured Lord Lannister. I may have no son, but I already have an heir”.

“Your not making sense Your Grace,” said Roland.

“My nephew Rhaegar” replied Aegon.

“You can’t be serious?”

“Why not? My daughter cannot be named heir, lest we start another war and I do not wish to have more children. So, we will have an official ceremony where Rhaegar is named heir to the Iron Throne, and I will also announce his betrothal to Jaehaera” said Aegon firmly.

“I think that’s a splendid idea your grace” said Munkun.

“Do you not agree with the King’s decision, Lord Westerling?” asked Aemond.

“I was merely suggesting that-“

“-That you wish for another to be named heir instead. Mayhaps, you desire to see Aegon the younger or Viserys on the Iron Throne” said Vaera, taking a deep breath as a dull pain rippled across her stomach.

“No. I was-“

“Enough Lord Westerling. My decision is final. Through my brother, my nephew is naturally next in line to inherit the Iron Throne and I would see him married to my daughter, to see that my own blood ascends after me” said Aegon.

“As you wish, Your Grace” replied Roland.

“Now with that out of the way, I wish to discuss the situation with Dalton Greyjoy”.

“The red kraken’s support of Rhaenyra during the war is known, as were his raids on the western coast,” said Tyland.

“-And they still continue?” asked Aegon.

“Yes. Greyjoy conducts his raids from the Iron Islands,” said Tyland.

“Mayhaps we can support-“ gasped Vaera as her hand flew to her stomach.

“Is everything ok?” asked Aemond worriedly.

“I-I don’t-“ stammered Vaera as she felt something wet and slimy slid between her legs.

“P-Princess your wet,” whispered Jayne, noticing the puddle on the floor.

“The-The babe is coming” exclaimed Vaera as another sharp pain tore across her stomach.

“That’s it Princess, keep pushing” encouraged Maester Munkun.

“AEMOND!” screamed Vaera.

“I’m here my sweet” replied Aemond.

“I-I can’t do this,” cried Vaera.

“Yes, you can” exclaimed Aemond as he climbed onto the bed at sat behind Vaera.

“W-What are you doing?” muttered Vaera.

“Lean against me and take my hands” urged Aemond as he sat Vaera between his open legs.

“A-Aemond” gasped Vaera.

“Now, you squeeze my hands as hard as you like” said Aemond.

Vaera was sweaty and exhausted, but she took a deep breath and as the next contraction ripped across her stomach, she pushed.

“FUCK!”

"Keep going my sweet you’re doing great" said Aemond.

"I'M GOING TO CUT YOUR COCK OFF!" screamed Vaera.

"Oh, my love, surely you don't mean that".

"I do. This is ALL your fault,” cried Vaera.

"I seem to recall that you were a willing participant in our love making, if not the instigator on several occasions my love" replied Aemond.

"Not even remotely funny" yelled Vaera.

"Another push Princess"

“I swear if you say push one more time. I'll feed you too my Cannibal” snarled Vaera.

“The head is out Princess, but I need you to stop pushing. The cord is wrapped around the babe’s neck” exclaimed Maester Munkun.

“W-What” cried Vaera in alarm.

“It’s ok. Issa dōna ābrazȳrys. Just breathe” said Aemond (My sweet wife).

After a few moments, the maester had managed to cut the cord from the babe’s neck and with a wet squelch the babe arrived.

But the room was silent.

“M-My babe?” asked Vaera her hands raised in expectation of receiving her babe.

“Just a moment” replied Maester Munkun as the babe was lifted off the bed.

“What’s happening?” yelled Vaera, her hands still grasping endlessly for her babe.

“Why is the babe not crying? What’s happening?” exclaimed Aemond.

“Aemond” sobbed Vaera, her entire body shaking in fear.

Aemond could only sit in silence as he watched the Maester try to save his newly born babe.

Vaera began wailing loudly in anguish, as the seconds passed.

She couldn’t think of anything except her babe. Not even the pain of the afterbirth swayed her mind away from the quite bundle in Maester Munkun’s arms.

Her heart was in her throat as the Maester did everything he could to stimulate the silent babe.

“No. Please. Don’t take my babe. Not again. I can’t lose another babe. Please I pray to the mother. I pray to the god’s of old Valyria. Save my babe” sobbed Vaera.

Then the sweetest sound in the world echoed around the room.

A loud shrieking cry.

“A daughter, Princess” declared the Maester.

Vaera all but snatched the crying babe away from Maester Munkun and sobbed.

“T-Thank you Maester” breathed Vaera, the tears streaming down her face.

“Your welcome Princess” replied maester Munkun.

“S-She’s ok. Aemond, look” gasped Vaera.

Aemond who’s face had been buried in Vaera’s shoulder, let out a sob of relief as he gazed at his crying daughter.

“My daughter. She’s ok. She’s alive. Thank the gods” gasped Aemond.

“She’s beautiful” sobbed Vaera as she stroked her daughter’s head.

“What shall we call her?” asked Aemond.

“Vharla” whispered Vaera.

“A-After my dragon?”

“I know how much Vhagar means too you and I wish to honour your old girl” replied Vaera.

“A perfect name. For a perfect little girl”

“So perfect” whispered Vaera.

“I’m so proud of you Issa prūmia” (my heart).

“I love you” muttered Vaera.

“-And I love you. My sweet perfect wife.” praised Aemond as he nuzzled Vaera’s neck.

“Would you like you hold your daughter?”

“Please” whispered Aemond as he manoeuvred himself away from Vaera and climbed off the bed.

Their daughter. They’d almost lost her. But she’s here. She’s safe.

Aemond cried openly when his wife placed their tiny babe in his arms.

“A-Are you ok?” asked Vaera her voice laced with concern.

Aemond nodded meekly as his gaze never leaving his precious daughter.

Nestled in her father’s arms, Vharla had opened her eyes for the first time and Aemond’s heart stopped.

Those eyes. The colour of dark amethyst.

Exactly like her big brother’s.

She had Aemon’s eyes.

"Daddy. Up" urged Rhaegar eagerly.

“Be careful sweet boy” said Aemond as he helped his son climb onto the bed.

"Come. Meet your sister" said Vaera quietly.

Rhaegar plopped onto the bed next to his mother and stared silently at the babe nestled in her arms.

"Her name is Vharla".

“Gevie" replied Rhaegar smiling as he leaned towards his sister and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead (Beautiful).

"Just like your mūna" whispered Aemond (Mother).

Vaera blushed ever so slightly at Aemond's compliment.

"What shall we do about an egg, Dreamfyre hasn't delivered another clutch yet-"

"-No egg" said Rhaegar sternly.

"What?" asked Vaera.

"Your sister deserves an egg" said Aemond

"Vharla will fly with Brightfyre" replied Rhaegar in a sing song voice.

"That's very nice of you to say but-"

"No daddy. Sister will fly with Brightfyre. I saw it" said Rhaegar.

"Y-You saw it?"

"When I was asleep. I saw her fly" cooed Rhaegar.

"Oh, you had a dream" said Vaera.

"I was flying with her. She was laughing" muttered Rhaegar.

"That sounds lovely"

"It was mama. My brothers and sisters were flying too" exclaimed Rhaegar smiling.

"B-Brothers and sisters?" gasped Aemond.

"Yes" said Rhaegar as he snuggled into his mother and silently observed Vharla as she slept.

"How many-" asked Vaera curiously.

"I'm not going to tell you that mama" whispered Rhaegar.

Vaera exchanged a look of shock with Aemond who simply shrugged.

Rhaegar however smiled ever so slightly.

Vaera entered the chambers she shared with Aemond, and she was stopped in her tracks at the sight that greeted her.

Her husband sat by the fire, with their six-week-old babe fast asleep on his bare chest.

“Issa dōna hāedar” whispered Aemond. (My sweet little girl).

Vaera smiled and simply observed her husband and their daughter.

“Issa byka zaldrīzes” (My tiny dragon).

Despite his initial fears over what type of father he would be, Vaera could say with absolute certainty that Aemond was an amazing father.

The love he had for their children was unparalleled.

Most husband’s left the upbringing of the babes to their mothers or the nannys. But Aemond had insisted from day one that he be included, whether it was changing their soiled cloths, helping to bathe them or simply rocking them to sleep.

He was there.

“Valzȳrys” whispered Vaera. (Husband).

Aemond turned towards his wife and smiled. His sapphire eye glistening in the dim light of the fire.

“Is everything ok? Issa prūmia” asked Aemond. (My heart).

“Rhaegar is fast asleep, and I’ve had my check up with Maester Munkun”

Aemond raised a curious eyebrow at Vaera’s mention of the Maester.

“He’s declared me healthy and ready to engage in matters of the marriage bed” replied Vaera.

“But…” said Aemond.

“I-I would like to wait just a little bit longer if that’s ok?” muttered Vaera.

“Of course, it is. I will wait for as long as required. The Maester can declare you sufficiently healed, but it’s your body Vaera and you’ll know when you’re ready”.

Could he be any more perfect?

“Besides there are other forms of intimacy besides sex” whispered Aemond as he carefully placed Vharla in her crib.

“Such as?” asked Vaera smiling.

“I could hold you in my arms as you sleep, or mayhaps we could simply take a walk together” suggested Aemond.

“A walk sounds nice” muttered Vaera shyly.

“I know how much you like the moon my precious pearl” replied Aemond as he pulled on a loose tunic and slipped his eyepatch over his head.

“I will call Myla to watch Vharla and Rhaegar” said Vaera as she quickly left the room and then reappeared a few moments later with the nanny.

“We shouldn’t be gone long” muttered Aemond.

“Of course, my Prince. I will watch over the little one's whilst you're gone” replied Mayla.

“Come my sweet” said Aemond as he held out his hand.

Vaera took one last look at their sleeping daughter before she took her husband’s outstretched hand and the two of them left the room.

Aemond could help but smile to himself as he walked around the gardens of the Red Keep hand in hand with Vaera, the chill of the wind washing over them.

“Thank you for this” exclaimed Vaera happily.

“I live to make you happy my sweet. Mayhaps on the morrow we can go flying on Vhagar and Cannibal, my old girl has been feeling quite restless lately” replied Aemond.

“Has it been a while since you flew together?” asked Vaera.

“I haven’t taken her out since we returned to Kings Landing”.

That was surprising, Aemond never usually went more than a few days without flying Vhagar.

“I-Is that because of me?” asked Vaera nervously.

“No, in truth I’ve been feeling a bit strange lately”.

“S-Strange?” mused Vaera curiously.

“Yes, the thought of being separated from you or our children has me on edge. It’s difficult to explain but the moment we thought we’d lost Vharla…”

“Aemond” whispered Vaera.

“I feel like I’ve failed in my duty as a husband and father” muttered Aemond.

“What! No how could you say such a thing?”

“Aemon is dead, and I should have been there. I should have-“

“You are not to blame. What happened was not your fault. The man responsible is gone from this world, you avenged our son” replied Vaera.

“What did I ever do to deserve you?”

“I love you more than anything. You are a fantastic father, promise me that you will never doubt yourself again” urged Vaera.

“I promise” replied Aemond quietly as Vaera wrapped her arms around him, her head resting on his chest.

#house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #aemond fanfiction #aemond x oc #hotd fanfic #hotd aemond #aemond x original female character #aemond fic

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steve0discusses · 1 year

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S5 Ep 40 Pt 1: Kaiba Has Arrived and He’s Pissed

Woof I was gone a HOT MINUTE. Overall it was a lot of long covid fatigue problems, a lot of “wow I wrote this thing and it makes no sense because words don’t work right in my brain fog brain.” So I looked at my bro who also has long covid thinking “well maybe he’s well enough to write something” and he was like “I just put dry ramen in cold water and then set it on the stove I think I’m losing my mind.” so ehhhh not much I could really do about it other than wait it out.

So thanks for your patience, I always appreciate how low key and casual this blog is compared to literally anywhere else I post on the internet.

Last we left off, Seto had some time reflecting over a haunted eyeball, and came to the decision that he wants to kick Bakura’s ass properly and in person. So, Kaiba took a red eye flight in his Wifejet straight towards Egypt.

So he lands this thing directly in front of a museum. Not just any museum, too, THE museum from like S3 where Ishizu spooked Marik in a vault and he went “ughhh! Sis you’re so rude!!!” and then Marik leapt through one of those massive windows and into an itty bitty motorcycle side car. Seems like just yesterday that Ishizu was seething at him from that broken stained glass window while Odion slowly vroom vroomed that ridiculous Indiana Jones motorcycle into the sunset.

Bro brings up “hey, do you think they fixed that window” and I agreed that she probably just duct taped some plastic bags on it like a busted Sedan. Because if this family has like zero experience in anything, it’s any invention that lets in sunlight.

(read more under the cut)

Seriously, I thought they were dead because Bakura could so easily sneak into the vault to end the world. Figured “Wow I can’t believe the last remaining members of the Pharaoh cult freakin died offscreen while protecting their King. What a poetic way for Marik to go.” and nah, man, all three of them immediately ditched their Pharaoh the moment Yami turned around, lmaooo.

I freaking love how bad these assholes are at their one job.

And yes in the actual line of the show Seto was like “who are you?” and he very quickly played it off like a joke but we know better. The BRAIN DAMAGE on this child. Who, as you can guess is here because he want’s more Brain Damage, yes please.

So he gets right to the point, holding the Worst Orb waaaaay too close to his face.

Again, my postcovid senses are just screaming at this nasty ass germ ridden eyeball. Also I had Odion as the same font as Roland, which was an error I made before Roland became one of the most important characters on Yugioh (to me). So no, Roland is not here, although I wish he was. I just don’t have a font for Odion and I’m too tired to make one at this point.

God bless the storyboarder, that 👀 on Marik is sending me.

And so...I don’t exactly know what Ishizu’s plan is to somehow get Seto to join his friends in the Egypt hallucination. Or how Ishizu knows that things went South in the crypt when they thought he’d be fine. But, I look forward to Seto’s reaction to being in his distant past and treating that incredible display of magic with a single wet fart.

Hard to tell because Mana blends into the rock, but at some point she and the genie decided to play a game where she treats him like a trampoline and the rest of them have decided to just watch from afar. I mean I guess what else would you do at that point? Like nothing right? Like the only game they have at this point is Mancala or shoving your soul into a stone tablet and playing cards with it.

But if anything, the weird tableau gives Yami and the crew time to catch up.

(has too much long covid to check if I made basketball joke before, does not care, because it still is crazy to me that if Yugi had just played basketball none of this would have happened.)

Using her powers, Ishizu manages to spot Pharaoh talking to himself by the Nile, and so Shimon and the rest of the palace can breathe a sigh of relief.

So, Shada gathers an army of like 12 people (which I’m sure the animators mandated because of the crazy amount of crowd scenes in this season) so they can retrieve the pharaoh, brush the remnants of the Nile off of his hat, and then drive him over to Kul Elna to take back the puzzle from the rude town wizard.

Wouldn’t be Pharaoh unless he kicked his friends out of dangers way, even at the threat of losing the entire universe. off they go, on horseback even.

Part 2 you’d probably expect that we find out what Yugi and Co even decided to after they were stranded in the desert by their best friend. But we don’t. Instead, We’re gonna go to Kul Elna, and Yugi will just uh...take a nap I guess.

Anyway, I’m just gonna post this now, bro read through it, both of were like “yeah that’s a post.” At one point he had something to add, and I completely forgot what it was. I think it’s good enough! Hope you enjoyed the first post I made in like what feels like is 2 months.

As always, here’s the link to read these in chrono order

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

And I’ll see you soon for part 2!

#Yugioh #yu gi oh #YGO #S5 #Ep40 #Yugi Muto #Yami muto #Pharaoh #Seto Kaiba #Joey Wheeler #Tea Gardner #Ishizu Ishtar #Marik Ishtar #Mana #A horse was also there #odion

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alynnl · 2 years

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The Knights of Hornburg

There were other knights who served Hornburg besides Olberic and Erhardt, back before the fall.

This is my head canon on who they were, as well as their personalities.

They are similar to the Travelers in terms of bravery and determination. The rest of the group remind Olberic of them, but he acknowledges the other seven as their own people he’s come to trust and value in his own way.

But every once in a while he remembers his old comrades-in-arms from eight years ago.

Hector: 57 years old - an old retainer who served alongside King Alfred when he was then Crown Prince Alfred, and about to come of age. Most of the time he is serious and does not tolerate nonsense. Can be rather direct and come off as harsh, but he does have a softer side, especially for younger members of the knightly order. Married, and a grandfather to two grandsons, whom he wishes he spent more time with.

Roland: 44 years old - former sellsword, who went on to pledge his sword and life to Hornburg. His experience as a mercenary shows in his fighting style, and he’s sometimes willing to fight “dirty” in order to survive. Pulls no punches when he’s in a duel or joust. He has only ever been bested by Hector, Erhardt and Olberic. He often worked with Hector in training squires and the newest members of the order, keeping their skills sharp. Married with three children, two sons and one daughter.

Elias: 35 years old - his brother is one of Hornburg’s tacticians, so he incorporates his strategies into his fighting style. Considered one of the brightest and wisest members of the Order. Is quick to predict his opponents’ moves, but his physical might could never match that of Roland. Encourages the younger and older members of the Order alike to think on their feet, and take their rivals by surprise. Married with only one child: a son who greatly resembles him and he dotes on every moment he gets the chance.

David: 31 years old - religious, pious knight who pays tribute to both the warrior God brand, and Aelfric the Flamebringer. Before any duel, joust or true battle, he prays to both deities for victory. Often extends his blessings to his allies in the form of words, as he has no true magic of the Flamebringer. Although a bit zealous, he stays true to both Aelfric’s creed of helping those in need and Brand’s ways of chivalry, to fight honorably and defend the helpless. Single, and dedicated to both his religions and knighthood.

Aaron: 29 years old - quiet, loner type who no one knows much about. No one even knows his last name. Said to have been from a fallen noble house, but refuses to elaborate. Has a way with horses, because the animals in the stables ask very little questions of him and he understands their nonverbal language more than others. Is steadfast in battle and quick to aid his comrades, but steps out as soon as he’s not needed. Single, but has a brotherhood type bond with the rest of the Order.

Conrad: 26 years old - A warrior from a distinguished noble house. Values hard work, since he is a second son and all the inheritance goes to his older brother. When he is not training, fighting or knocking back a few pints in the pub, he assists the Hornburg shopkeepers, with anything from running deliveries to hammering out blades at the forge. Engaged to be married, and cannot stop talking about how wonderful his betrothed is.

Gilbert: 22 years old - The youngest and newest member of King Alfred’s personal guard. He is loud, boisterous and optimistic. Can be cocky at his worst. Is quick to boast about any new technique he might have learned from the other knights, or picked up on his own. Is a bit too eager to engage in duels and this often lands him flat on his back, but he gets back up every time, ready for more. Single, with no plans to even begin courting any time soon.

#Octopath Traveler head canon #Lynn's head canons #The Knights of Hornburg #Hornburg lore #I gave them names in A Reason to Fight #Might as well imagine their personalities too #Olberic has a whole scene with Hector I need to share with y'all sometime #it's great #it's the foundation of Olberic becoming the Team Dad we all know and love

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hotfuss · 1 year

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hii dany 18, 30, 40, 56, and 57 (blue) <33

hi castaigne 👋

18 - A song or album from the 90s:

the first spice girls album lol

30 - Songs you love to sing along to:

i sing along to everything tbh, currently i love to sing along to planetary go and sing (man, those bridges are chef kiss) and choke on one another (putting all of my acting in that "bright eyes, heard you wanna try some death i have a knife with your motherfucking name on it" line

40 - Which was the best concert you’ve ever been to?

why are you asking me to pick my favorite child???

my fave concert is tk in rome in 2009: my first concert ever with 2 uni friends and the full line up was white lies, franz ferdinand and tk!

my fave concert is tk in villa franca di verona in 2012: my first concert alone, plagued by a fussy gps (no phone with internet lol) and rain but i heard their cover of romeo and juliet and heard miss atomic bomb before the album was out

my fave concert is tk in rome in 2013 with my concert bestie: we met on this anime/manga website and bonded over our similar taste in manga and the fact we were in the same place twice before knowing each other, at a comic event in lucca a couple of years prior and that tk concert in 2009. when a dustland fairytale played at some point we just looked at each other and hugged tightly

my fave concert is tk in rome in 2018 with my concert bestie: brandon was so smiley the whole time it was contagious and he was on fire and i made history with my sign telling bb was good enough

my fave concert is tk in milan in 2018: i befriended a stranger who tweeted about me the day before just not to be alone lol and we had a great time and i was in second row for the first time of my life (and brandon's hip swivel in front of my face just changed me as a person), and we sang him happy birthday multiple times and when i popped out my sign to play river live he must have remembered me from the day before and actually took it into consideration for half a minute, chatting with the bassist about it

my fave concert is tk in helsinki in 2018: we were in the nosebleeds but damn it was still amazing and i managed to witness them play i can't stay were everyone sang a line at one point, epic!

my fave concert is tk in belfast in 2019: after one of the worst days of my life with the mess with my flight i was blessed to see brandon in a brand new blue jacket and he fucking played this river is wild (also the first time of the cowboy hat shenanigans but we don't talk about that lol)

my fave concert is tk in dublin in 2022 (double date): experiencing the stunning visuals for this tour for the first time and hearing running towards a place and cody live

my fave concert is tk in milan in 2022 with my concert bestie: brandon ignored my sign to play my god live but they played this river is wild, the song we both died to hear together, we screamed like crazy and held hands the whole time

my fave concert is tears for fears in newcastle in 2022: absolutely amazing concert, roland's voice only got better with time it was incredible and i felt my soul ascend listening to everybody wants to rule the world live

my fave concert is tk in vienna in 2022: with lots of sleep deprivation i managed to squeeze a 4th tk date bc i physically NEEDED to see them again live and while they didn't exactly play my fave songs i was stoked to see they included a couple of deep cuts that spiced up the setlist!! (also either tff or tk got me covid but it was worth it lol)

my fave concert is placebo in milan in 2022: absolutely blown away by how good brian sounds live and i almost cried at hearing beautiful james and happy birthday in the sky live and hearing my faves sad white raggae and try better next time back to back and all their hits (especially the bitter end <3) and i can brag i heard shout live twice both from them and tff in the same year eheheh

you get all of my children, sorry not sorry

56 - A song/album/artist you wish you could forget so you could have the experience of hearing it for the first time again:

i'd love to listen to day and age and fall in love at first sight again

57 - [Send me a color and I’ll tell you the first song it reminded me of.] with blue

read my mind is the color of the iconic blue tie brandon had during st era

tyson vs douglas is a very similar shade

out of my mind is a darker blue

english summer rain is another light blue song

the ultimate music asks

#i almost said californication for the first question but the spice girls won bc i wanted something from the 90s that i had an impact on me #during that decade and rhcp came later in my life in the early 00s #this ask game is so fun!#you are subjected to this wall of text bc i can't pick a decision to save my life tho #elektroblues #dany answers #ask games

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jayisabells · 2 years

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Bro, so with the conclusion of the Zhiqiong quests (MAJOR SPOILERS for this by the way, if you don't know about her letter don't read) brings many many questions about visions, mostly vision holders...

Or more importantly those "unfavored" by the gods

Zhiqiong's motivation, ambition dare I say, was to be remembered. She wished to be a great adventurer remembered by all, such as Roland or Stanley. An adventure known, despite being "unfavored" by the gods.

Her story gives real insight into how non-vision holders view those with them. In general we already know a lot of vision holders are admired for various attributes, children want to be them when they grow up, etc. But after you show the letter to Jinwu, and you reply that all Zhiqiong wanted to be was remembered, she says something interesting.

"Well, don't we all, as people who aren't favored by the gods..."

Then she went on to say that she never knew that Zhiqiong was that "obsessed" with that idea. So Zhiqiong is an outlier in her motivation; however, as Jinwu said, most people who don't have visions want to be remembered.

Remembrance, and memories, is such an interesting theme within Genahin. While this is most obviously implying that most powerful, known, legends in the seven nations' histories are consisted of of vision holders are immortal beings. Zhiqiong herself implies that, at least she, vision holders are viewed as above human. That those without visions are only "mere mortals."

Zhiqiong believed the traveler was a vision holder as well, someone blessed by the gods. The traveler is a special case of a non-vision holder, who can weild elemental abilities, most likely not mortal, but possibly even unblessed by the gods. The outlander who caught the wind, caught it, it was not given to them. So Zhiqiong's dynamic with them is very interesting. A mix of admiration and frustration.

Zhiqiong finds it unfair that people like her, adventurers risking their lives, the miners in th Chasm working hard everyday for their families despite the risk, and the other everyday people of Liyue and Teyvat are unfavored by their gods. That visions are clearly a blessing of remembrance. I can't help but continue to say how interesting this is.

It brings me back to when Dainsleif as the traveler who they thought were of more importance to the gods, the three answers you could have given: Those with visions, Those without visions, Perhaps...none of them do. (I really hated answering because I felt like I made the wrong choice, I don't remember (ha) now, but probably, knowing myself the third one, if not the second one). And I feel from here on out it will be a point that will be come back to. Are those with visions really blassed, and those without? In the end none of them?

This is gonna get a bit more into more personal opinion, but I feel that the gods view those without visions as more important. Just a bit, but this has to do with what I think visions are. What we already know, visions are items that grant the holder the ability to weild one of the elements of the world. They are granted these because of a great ambition they have. Those with visions are considered allogenes, and have ths potential to ascend to Celestia* or, more importantly in this post, an Archon. But lets take a closer look into the name, "vision." I think I read a character or something, refer to it was an "eye of god," which really brings into light what thess really are. The gods can "see" the people through these visions. I personally think its a way of monitoring them. These people pose a threat to the gods of Teyvat, but are not possibly inclined to go against them. They can see the moment in which vision holders have turned against them, and determine what to do**. Not to say everyday people can't pose a threat to the gods, Zhiqiong's philosophy poses a threat to them, a possible reason why she doesn't have one, being a threat is a reason why they don't have one.

Lets go back to ambitions really quick. As seen by Zhiqiong, not only do vision holders have ambitions. However, I believe visions are granted to those who have a lifelong ambition***, that will only be completed by the person's death. I won't go into any of the known vision holders ambitions here, but give some of the examples fron the npcs in the Inazuma archon quest. A sword master wanting to continue his art and a guard who wants to help his people. Both of these are open-ended, something that can be filled lifelong. You could say, well the miners work hard in order to live and provide for their families, is that not lifelong? It is, but is that not simply a necessecity everyone wants?

Zhiqiong wanted to be remembered. She wanted to be remebered as the adventurer who mapped the Chasm. Even then just being remebered is too vague, of course she will be remembered, by friends and the travler. Till their deaths anyway. And as mentioned before she is a threat. If not because of ger mindset, then the human condition. At the end of any adventurer's journey, even if well spent, is it not the human condition to want more? More pwoer in this case, if someone's ambitionncould possibly be finished before their lifeline, then what is there to do, but more power. Their visions are a method of power, whether it is the Archons or Celestia, some higher power does not want to risk being overthrown. Those who want more to their life pose a threat because those people are truly the ones that can attain great power.

What are visions? I still don't know lol

* Or anyone, I'm not sure. One of the only examples we know of is Vanessa, she had a vision.

** Kahzuha's friend, who had an electro vision, turned against the electro Archon and faced death. He directly confronted her though. He vision is now dead.

*** Cryo vision holders are very interesting and seem to deviate a bite from the standard vision granting. The Tsarita's really something huh.

#genshin impact #genshin lore #genshin impact lore #genshin theory #genshin impact theory #long post

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believingispowerfulmagic · 2 years

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“The Nanny” Chapter 38: L’accouchement

"Someone didn't make it to midnight," David said, carrying over a sleeping Roland. "Do you want me to put him to bed for you?"

"Well, he made it longer than he did last year," Robin replied with a sigh. He then held out his arms. "I can take him."

Regina waddled over to him and gently lowered one of his arms, worried he was still trying to do too much too soon. "I think it's best if someone else carried him. Dr. Whale advised you not to pick up or carry Roland just yet."

He made a face and she knew she wasn't happy about the fact he wasn't given a better bill of health at his last visit. But he then sighed, nodding before turning back to David. "Right, right. Can you just carry him for me and I can still put him to bed?"

"Of course," David replied. "Why don't you lead the way?"

Robin reached out and squeezed Regina's hand. "Will you be okay?"

She smiled, touched by his concern, and nodded. "Yes. I am in our house surrounded by our family and friends. I feel safe."

"Alright," he said, kissing her cheek. "I'll be right back."

She watched him leave the room with David before waddling back to where Will had set up the food. It seemed she was now a bottomless pit, always hungry. Regina blamed the Beans and hoped things would go back to normal once she gave birth.

"Looking for anything in particular?" Will asked, sidling up next to her.

"Actually, are there any more dumplings?" she asked, giving him her best puppy dog eyes in hopes that he would have another batch somewhere.

He chuckled, nodding. "Yes, I have some in the kitchen. Would you like me to warm them up for you?"

"If you wouldn't mind," she said, kissing his cheek. "You're the best."

"Eh, I was going to go get the champagne anyway, so I'm happy to keep you happy," he told her, grinning as he walked away.

Giddy, Regina returned to her seat next to her father on the couch. "How are you doing, Daddy?" she asked.

"I think I can make it to midnight but not much after," he replied. "So I hope you don't mind if I bow out as soon as the ball drops."

"Of course not," she said, patting her father's knee. "And it's okay if you decide to leave before the ball drops. Just take care of yourself, okay?"

He nodded with a smile. "I will, don't worry. And you need to take care of yourself and those babies of yours."

She rubbed her stomach. "I am. They don't like to sleep at night anyway. So I think they will be fine. As soon as Will returns with some more dumplings, that is."

"So that's where he went," Anastasia said, passing by them. "I've been looking everywhere for him."

"I'm sure he'll be right back," Regina assured her. "Are you having fun?"

Anastasia nodded. "Thank you so much for inviting me. I'm sure it has to still be a little awkward."

"Not at all," Regina replied, hoping to reassure the woman who was slowly becoming another friend. "You helped me get some much needed closure and I appreciate that. Besides, when you're here, you're just Will's girlfriend."

The other woman beamed at that last word as she said: "I like the sound of that."

"I think he does too," Regina told her, winking as best as she could.

Robin walked up to them with a plate of dumplings, smiling widely. "Ran into Will in the kitchen. He asked me to bring these to you while he gets the champagne ready."

"God bless him," she replied, taking the plate from him. She picked up a dumpling and bit into it, moaning at the taste as she leaned back in her chair. It was just what she – and the Beans – wanted.

Chuckling, Robin sat down next to her and patted her knee. "Good?"

"So good," she said after swallowing. "I think I might need these dumplings every day until I give birth."

"I'll let Will know," Robin said, kissing the side of her head. "Any other requests?"

She shrugged as she bit into another dumpling. Once she swallowed, she said: "I'll let you know when it hits me."

"You're in the home stretch," Jane said, coming over to join them. "Enjoy these last few weeks of peace."

"Oh, we will," Robin replied, rubbing Regina's back as she continued eating the dumplings.

Anastasia tilted her head. "When are you due?"

"February but my doctor believes I'm likely to give birth before then," Regina replied. "Twins don't really go to forty weeks."

"Are you two ready?" Mary Margaret asked, coming over to join the growing group gathering around them as well.

Robin nodded. "We have our go bags packed and by the door. Everyone knows where they are. Both Will and Marco are on standby to take us to the hospital when it's time. Emma will be in the room with us so Will and my parents are ready to watch Roland for us."

"Robin loves to plan," Regina replied, pausing her consumption of the dumplings. "So do I, which means we're very ready."

"Are you nervous, Regina?" Anastasia asked. "I think I would be scared to give birth as the time approached."

Regina swallowed another bite of her dumplings as she contemplated her answer. On one hand, she was scared to go through labor. She knew it was painful and long as well as dangerous. There were times she laid awake as worst-case scenarios played out in her mind. Anything could happen and that terrified her.

But when she was lying awake because the twins were moving and kicking her, she couldn't wait to give birth to them and get them' out of her.

"I'm nervous," she finally answered. "But I'm also ready."

Jane chuckled. "I remember that feeling. I thought Robin was just spinning in my womb and I wanted him out."

"Knowing me, I probably already hated to be cooped up in such a confined space," Robin joked. "I wanted more room."

"And now you have it," Killian said, motioning to the house. "You have enough room for a football team in here – American or real football."

Robin shrugged. "I love to spread out and to make sure I have enough room for everyone I love to be under one roof."

"He's really a herding dog in human form," Will joked, joining the rest of the group. He wrapped his arm around Anastasia and she cuddled against him.

"You know what? I'm going to view that as a compliment even if you didn't mean it as one," Robin said, glaring at his friend. "Because, yes, I do like having everyone all together where I can keep them all safe."

Regina set her plate aside and took his hand. "And we love that about you, even if we tease you about it."

"Hey, everyone, it's almost time to drop the ball!" David announced, breaking up their little group. "Shall we get ready?"

Robin stood and clapped Will on the shoulder. "Is the champagne ready?"

"It is," Will replied. "And there's sparkling grape juice for you and Regina."

She smiled, impressed that he was so prepared for this impromptu party. "Thank you, Will."

They all gathered around the TV, noting that there was about five minutes until the New Year. A buzz filled the room as everyone watched the clock tick down the final seconds of 2016. Robin locked his fingers with Regina's as the famous ball started its descent over Times Square.

"Ten…nine…eight…seven…six…five…four…three…two…ONE!"

The ball lit up 2017 as confetti rained down over Times Square. Robin pulled Regina closer to him and cupped her cheek before he kissed her, welcoming in their first New Year as a couple. She smiled against his lips, certain there would be many more New Years to come together.

Robin pulled away, smiling at her. "Happy New Year, Regina."

"Happy New Year, Robin," she replied, more than happy to see 2016 go and ready to experience what 2017 brought them.

A pop echoed around the room and they turned, finding Will standing with the champagne bottle as Anastasia held out the plastic little flutes. He filled them and Jane helped hand them out. Emma approached Robin and Regina with their flutes, handing them over. "These are for you," she said.

"Thank you," Robin replied, taking his flute as Regina took hers. He cleared his throat before saying: "I'd like to make a toast!"

Everyone gathered around him and Mary Margaret turned down the TV so they could all hear him. Robin lifted his flute. "I know this has been a trying year for almost everyone in this room. We certainly had some great ups we will always treasures but we also had some terrible downs that we would love to forget. We definitely are not the same people who rang in 2016 and I believe the people who are ringing in 2017 are stronger because of everything we faced this year. So, first, a toast to the year that was in gratitude for everything it taught us."

They all took sips of their drinks. Once Robin had swallowed, he held up his glass again. "And now we toast the year that will be. Hopefully it will be calmer than the year that was and will bring us more happiness than sadness. I look forward to toasting it with you next year and seeing what who we will be coming in the next twelve months. So, let's drink to 2017."

"To 2017!" They clinked cups together before they all took sips. Regina gave Robin's hand a squeeze, telling him his toasts were lovely.

Daddy was the first person to leave the room. Emma went with him to help him into bed and said she was going to turn in as well. Killian looked a bit sheepish as he said his goodnights, following her out of the room. Jane and Andrew turned in next while Mary Margaret, David, Anastasia and Will cleaned. Regina waddled over to them, feeling like she should be more useful. "Is there anything I can do?"

"No," Will said. "You and Robin should go get some rest."

"We're almost done here and will be right behind you," Mary Margaret assured her. "Good night, Regina, Robin."

They said goodnight to their friends before heading out of the room. It took awhile but they finally reached their bedroom. Regina eased herself onto the bed and let out a soft groan. "Oh, I can't wait until I'm not so slow anymore," she said.

"I know," he replied, kissing the top of her head. "You want me to help you change?"

"If you wouldn't mind," she said, feeling a bit guilty. He was still healing and he had to take care of her rather than the other way around. It wasn't fair to him.

He tilted his head and frowned. "What's wrong?"

"I just feel bad that you have to take care of me," she confessed. "I should be taking care of you."

"We both have our limitations," he told her. "I wish I could do more to help you but I have to accept my limitations or else you would worry more. We both care for each other to the best of our capabilities and that is enough."

She smiled, feeling a bit soothed. "How do you always seem to know the right words to say?"

"I wouldn't say always," he replied, grinning. "But I have some moments where the right words just seem to pop into my mind."

He gave her a quick kiss before straightening up to grab their pajamas. It took some time but they soon changed. Robin helped her into the bathroom so she could brush her teeth. They returned to the bed and climbed under the covers. With a click, Robin plunged the room into darkness before lying next to her. "Goodnight, Regina," he said.

"Goodnight, Robin," she replied, letting out a soft sigh as her body started to relax. Last year, she had fallen asleep by herself in her father's apartment. This year, she now was falling asleep in Robin's arms in the house they shared, a house which would soon be home to their twin children.

2017 was already shaping up to be her best year yet.

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genshin impact. general stuff.

roland was born in mondstadt, and never received a vision. however, his talents in emulating even the most skilled swordsman's strategies helped him to earn a place in the knights of favonius. it was here when he met his wife, angelica, one of the ten captains of the knights of favonius, also known as the black silence.

the two were a partnership that seemed fated. blessed, even, by barbatos. angelica stepped down from her position as captain and knight in order to marry roland, although roland would decline the role of captain himself. helping the people of mondstadt was a priority, although even he had to admit that angelica was the first on his mind.

but this is angelsflatline dot tumblr dot corn, so unfortunately, this wasn't meant to last.

during a final favor to a close friend, a man known as the pianist would be stricken with a madness, one caused from the gods, and the pianist struck down those in his way. one of these would be angelica, leaving her dead.

the knights tried to stop the pianist, but it was roland whose return dealt the final blow.

needless to say, his grief and rage and agony peaked. the rampage he left behind in trying to avenge his wife would have him lowered in rank before finally being discharged from the knights.

taking his wife's weapons, roland disappeared from mondstadt days afterward. sightings of him still occasionally appeared, and all of them mentioned the same thing: he lacked a vision, wore all black, and was practically a beast in and of himself.

naturally, i wouldn't picture roland to be a playable character, more like an npc you kind of have to deal with. like jeht, he'd be the type of npc to fight alongside you; with his skills, however, he's more than capable of holding his own without help.

i didn't know where i'd place the library in genshin, simply because then it gets into lobotomy corporation and all of that, but it'd be very interesting to plot that out w someone.

for now, though, roland's in his black silence stage and not having a very good time with coping. at least he doesn't have all of the city's angst and trauma to deal with!

#╰ –––– ☰ ♩ ⧽ 𝖗𝖎❜𝖆𝖍 › ooc post ❨ ˢᶜʰᵒᵒˡ ᵍᶦʳˡ ˡᶦᵖˢᵗᶦᶜᵏ ᵛᶦʳᵍᶦⁿ ʷʰᵒʳᵉ ᶦⁿⁿᵒᶜᵉⁿᵗ ˀ ❩#╰ –––– ☰ ♫ ⧽ 𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖆��𝖉 › hcs ❨ ˡᵒⁿᵍᶦⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗ ❩#╰ –––– ☰ ♫ ⧽ 𝖛. › cold as the ice queen ❨ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗˢᵗʳᶦⁿᵍˢ ᵒᶠ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ˢᶦᵈᵉ ᵇʸ ˢᶦᵈᵉ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵐᵉ ˀ ❩

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Storyline Swap again!! (I’m having too much fun with this) If your OC’s from the Villain’s Intern and the Frog Prince were in the Death’s Eyes universe, what deity would they be? What would they be the god/goddess of?

I know Acheflow’s already in the Death’s Eyes universe, but if she were a goddess, who would she be? I can’t decide if Acheflow would be the Goddess of Death (because of her spooky death vision) or the Goddess of Knowledge and Prophecies (like Imrasil) because she loves libraries and can technically see death-related futures.

Scarlet I’m thinking would be the Goddess of the Hunt and the Wild, like Kadalon. With like,,,a sick-ass entourage of wolves that she rides into war. Rad.

And maybe Aria would the Goddess of Land and Skies, because of her gravity-control? Ooh, and since Rosita has super speed, she could be the Goddess of Trade and Travels, since she travels super fast. Can’t think of anything else rn lol.

You have the greatest questions and these are so much fun! Okay, I'll throw this under a Read More to keep things small!

Acheflow would likely be a Goddess of Forewarning and Inevitability; you may not be able to prevent what she sees, but at least she warns you it's coming? (Although she would likely be more closely connected to Imrasil, like she considers herself in the story). I feel more details on Tobias would lead to *SPOILERS* so... haha, Lou is also harder to decide, because they are actually (unknowingly) a champion for one of the gods themselves. Lou just thinks they've been extraordinarily lucky, not that they've been blessed.

Scarlet would probably end up as the Goddess of Freedom and... something else. I feel Scarlet and Lou could share the classification for "of Exploration" with each other though, so that's a possibility! Gwendolyn would be the Goddess of Connection and Transformation (in more ways than one), while Theodore would be the God of Growth and Change, but unlike Malrix, his powers would be focused on personal change rather than plants! Rhianwyn would be the Goddess of Protections and Familial Blessings, but family blessings can so easily become twisted and venomous, can't they? Roland is an enigma that isn't a god, but somehow, he's friends with lots and is immortal, so no one knows what's up with him.

Alba and Aoife likely would become minor goddesses through a different way, so they would get classifications much later, once they became an established part of the world. (Lou would also fit here, age-wise).

Aria would likely be the Goddess of Duplicity and Passions; she's never the type to hold back from what she loves after all, and her nature as a villain leads her to a double-life already! Rosita would be the Goddess of Momness; joking, but she is the mom friend of the villains, and also just a mom, so... Hmm, very likely, she would become a Goddess of Lock and Key (or something much less terrible-sounding). Rosita is the one who creates the most for their covers, and nobody learns anything or gets in without her knowing it... and accepting it.

Violet would be a Goddess of Justice and Victory; Reasoning: she is kicked out of her internship for standing up against bullies (although they team up to make her story seem like lies, so... no justice for her there, is there?) and from that point on, Violet is much more determined to get victory for herself at all costs.

#starlightdoesthings #thanks for asking!#the writer speaks #my OCs #Aria Bronte #Violet #OC: Lou #Alba #Aoife #Scarlet #Gwendolyn #Theodore #Roland #Rhianwyn

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agdistis-sanctified · 4 years

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“I’m used to pain, but this is something else entirely.” The Case Study of Vanitas, Mémoire 44: Mal d'Amour — The Incurable Illness (Part 1)

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was watching this vid for Wrol Mouth Profile Refs and these screenshots aren’t even ones i drew from, i was just like getting real into it like, i showed up just like “let me find a good ref of His Default Profile” and by the end was like “wow!! look at how he said that vowel! fantastic!!!”

#it's all fantastic im really like. this is great lol #not the easiest most high-def vid to be trying to draw someone's mouth from but yknow. got those Profile Views basically always #here we go it's the We're Talking About Will Roland's Mouth Hour (5am apparently....) just @ing erika basically lol...u know what i mean...#i almost wanna say that like w/ that said Default Profile that like. his overbite almost makes it so that his bottom lip is further forward #than his top lip....cuz ykno the bottom lip also sits in front of the upper teeth & in his case he's just got an overbite at an angle so #that like yea his bottom lip kinda is pushed more forward than his top lip & he's got that signature wroland pout as we all call it #i Love the upsidedownish smile.....#it's fun too coz when his jaw is more Back like talking or w/e his chin is like more triangular but when his jaw is forward (like; closed or #also while talking lol) his chin's more rounded #it's just all so much abt having to Maneuver around his teeth. god fucking bless like really all fantastic too. if i was on mobile rn:#[string of heart emojis]#will roland

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raccoonings · 2 years

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of sky and sun - notes

`just some notes for this au, if I don’t document it, it’s going to fly right out of my head.

also i’m having way more fun creating this world than actually writing it so... idk what to do about that. the more i write about it, the more i’m like - why don’t you just turn this into original work idk

mother night: concept of a being that connects the heavens to the earth; this being has seen into the past, and will know glimpses of the future. herald of cosmos; stars, moons and celestial bodies; the sun is their eyes in the day, the moon is her blessings to cast away the darkness // cortana / she “herself”

father shadow: fallen hero of heaven that allowed darkness to consume the land, forcing the Gods to sacrifice themselves and create “protectors”. father shadow exists beyond time, beyond light. considered the other half of mother night, for where her stars shine, there is a hidden side to all. // medicant bias

father sun: see: roland // protect the humans in the day; grows their crops and brings them life. lets them see, lets them live, gives them warmth when they are cold, gives their crops fuel, lets the plants grow // roland / he “himself”

the forger: halsey tbh idk what to write about her yet

the “Gods”: not really gods, but they fucked up good. forerunners will need to expand

the forged: initially fallen children from the Gods, chose to protect life and fell in love with mortals. // spartans

spartan iis: fallen from the gods because they love this world spartan iiis: children forgotten by the Gods spartan ivs: warriors trained by the forged // the defenders

oracles: those with “the sight” // can see into the past, and have vast intelligence to make choices for the future. assigned to leaders across the world as diplomats and head of scholars to keep the peace. they have witnessed stars being born and stars dying. this determines their role.

there are three fallen stars are stars that have been brought to the mortal realm:

cortana, the luminescent: fallen star, plucked from the heavens by the forger. known for her radiance, her intelligence and will ascend to mother night. when she was plucked, she “died” - hence her ascendence.

roland, the brave: fallen star, protects the oracles, and upon cortana’s ascendence, she appoints him father sun to protect during the day. need to come up with why he is fallen (falls on lasky’s head tbh).

black box, the mysterious: idk i feel like i can’t have roland without bb. but i need to find a role for him.

the hidden: those in the world with gifts because they witnessed the forged fall from the heavens

there are leaders of the forged:

skyward (eagle/john): connects the sky to the earth, protector of the sky and whose body connects the heavens to the earth, like atlas. protects those who fall to shadow, leader of the hidden isles, and protector of this world. fell in love with this world because of things like loyalty, kindness, family and perseverance -- sword and shield // chief

deathless (bear/sam): the birth of new landmasses, ever changing and ever moving. the highest mountains keep growing, the volcanoes bringing abundance and taking life; such is creation. ensures the earth is bountiful and is strong for skyward (sam). fell in love with this world because of love, strength, creation, and imagination -- claymores and heavy artillery // the armada

huntress (wolf/linda): there is a cycle of life: the hunted and the hunters; protects them in the dark, feeds them when they are hungry, may their aim be true against their enemies and protect their young. fell in love with this world for exploration, familial bonds, and honor -- bows and arrows // the guard

swift (rabbit/kelly): named so for time, and how we wish to outrun it; named for the cunning ones and rogues; scholars and hidden; protecting within the shadow to bring to light; may your recovery be swift, may you learn swiftly, may your crops grow quickly. fell in love with this world for scholars, farmers, mothers, families, cunning and the rogues -- bostaff and magics // the spies

the deep (orca/fred): named for the unstoppable force of water, and the life it gives. it is the keystone between sky and the woods (rain/cover for hunters), the storm that facilitates creation (storms), the depths at which secrets lie (deep sea). it allows itself to be controlled for farms (irrigation), it rages when needs be, deadly when near. fell in love with this world for its capacity for change, for reflection, growth and nurturing. -- daggers and close-quarter combat weapons // the diplomat

factions:

the defenders -- lead by palmer, trained by sam

the curators -- lead by glassman, student of cortana

the oracles - lead by the assembly

#halo au: of sky and sun #my notes

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steve0discusses · 3 years

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Yugioh Ep33 S4 pt 2: The Best Storyboarder Came Back Just so They Could Draw Tristan Getting Hit in the Nuts

OK lets just get to the good stuff.

God bless you, storyboarder.

(read more under the cut)

The team has entered the Atlantis lair of Dartz, which is also accessible through Paradius in San Fransisco, but youknow...we don’t have magic so it’s not like we could’ve skipped like 10 minutes and just done that instead of the helicopter escape, the Military moment, and the ride through a hurricane.

Oh wait, we do have magic, that’s right...well...for now, pretend we don’t.

Enjoy the snakes.

Strangely, Kaiba does not feel comfortable with the snakes, when snakes really just a smaller and cuter dragon. I love snakes. Never owned one...but I trust em.

Dartz has the Yugioh “old guy” aesthetic of “We just really like yellowed sandstone”

I get that they want this place (and also Yami’s house) to look like a tomb so there won’t be any paint on the wall but this is just a pet peeve of mine that Ancient times freakin loved garish colors on the wall in layers and layers of patterns and yet in fiction we never show that.

But...it doesn’t go with the vibe. I’ll let it go because it would absolutely ruin the vibe to have a bunch of swirly stuff in neon orange and green.

Before we have a chance to grab a step stool and just kinda yoink Yugi Muto, Dartz shows up, and this shot happens.

I couldn’t not grab a cap of that. I mean...look at it. It is SO HARD to foreshorten hands so it looks right and then bam they just did that. It’s just...

...I’ve been breaking down foreshortening in Yugioh shots for a while now trying to figure out why when I do it, it looks like a busted huge hand, but when they do it, it looks really good, and I’m starting to realize that maybe it’s more than just stacking but also...the composition?

You can’t really look at this picture as a whole. The hand is such a strong focal point that you must start there, and then follow down the arm to the face. I think when I do these foreshortening shots I make the hand the same weight as the face, and that’s my downfall. You gotta let the composition force the viewer to slow down and take time in order for the optical illusion to happen...maybe? I’m like over 30 now, you’d think I’d figure this out by now.

Whatever, that’s another post.

So like...what happened to those two people who used to be there????

And now prepare thyself for my lazy math. I know this math is bad. For people out there who feel like working out the geometric growth and calculate just how many souls Dartz slurps up--feel free to tell me. If I like the explanation, I will adjust the Death Count to match it. It’s just too 2020 for me to do more than multiplication at the moment.

Did I count how many people would have existed 10,000 years ago? no. Did I account for plagues? No. Like this math of 4 a day is bad...but eh it’s all I got right now in my mental ammunition.

Something that we did think about was...

Why not slurp up the Pharaoh soul when Yami was still alive? Like we assume the puzzle existed in the past but like...did Yami not get superpowered until Yugi woke him up? Was he in fact useless until he got a little bit of a battery charge during Season Zero when he was dumping people off of bell towers?

And like I get not knowing about the underground Ishtars, and not being able to get a hold of Shadi because Shadi is a lazy ghost, but Bakura was RIGHT THERE. You can’t munch up Pegasus off screen and then say “eh but Bakura’s kinda low tier” we know for a fact that Bakura is not...so like...there must have been some copyright situation where they couldn’t use certain characters. This is a filler arc--but it would have been nice to have at least some explanation as to why it took Dartz so long to finally murder the hell out of Pharaoh.

Which is me expecting way too much out of this show. Just something I was really hoping would get addressed but leave it for the headcanon.

It’s at this point that Mokuba realized he’s standing on top of people.

A crypt made out of human souls! Crazy, usually we’re in a crypt made out of one single human soul....and both of these crypts have Yugi in it.

In Raphael’s storyline, he’s been busy just cleaning up after everyone else. It’s supposed to come off as very serious but I was totally busting up when he’s just dropping bodies into the back of this jeep.

And in the Kaiba Corp plotline, Roland is anxiously wondering if he should be a Dad and save the kids or if he should be a dog and stay in the plane.

He stays in the plane.

Strangely this was the right call. (And this is why Roland has never died)

So they start throwing around cards, as you do, and Dartz puts down his Orichalcos, has he does, when suddenly...they started seeing stuff again. Can’t have a single card game without it.

So the Orichalcos is just a backstory device? For reals?

Something I alluded to quite a few episodes back with Valon was just...wondering why the hell the Orichalcos crew had so much freakin magic as to make all these visions during duels. Turns out...it’s just a thing to occasionally trip on Oricalchos juice. I’m not sure why we never had a vision with Mai, Weevil, Rex, or Gurimo, but at least we now know that Raphael and Valon weren’t as magical as I thought they were.

So we’re in like...outer space. Kind of the last place you’d expect out of ancient Atlantis and Dartz isn’t having ANY OF IT.

And honestly that makes sense. Imagine giving someone 10,000 years ago the run down on outer space. They’d freak. They’d definitely think you’re talking about demons.

If space is an elaborate analogy, we don’t know that yet. For how this is presented, it’s just an old man hootin and hollerin about how much space sucks, and I love that.

PS how anime is this shot of the earth behind the orichalcos symbol and the dude in the middle with the ass length blue hair--really damn anime, right?

Like at least one of you has this wall hanging, right?

For those that are too tired to look it up, Pangea was 280-230 million years ago.

THAT REALLY CHANGES MY MATH.

AND I’M TOO TIRED.

So my thoughts are...either the math is wrong and I’ll fix it eventually in post, depending on my mood come next Wednesday, OR...humanity was deleted and then came back later??? (because the dawn of mankind was 7 million years ago)

OR...

They just felt like drawing Pangea 10 million years ago. Maybe that’s all. Maybe I don’t have to fix anything. I dunno.

Maybe this isn’t Earth.

Maybe Yugioh Earth never had Loma Preita because it isn’t actually Earth. And, like a Final Fantasy situation, is a second planet on a parallel plane of our own?

Either way, I’m not redoing the math because I actually don’t know how to change it anymore. I’m v undecided of the timeline now......maybe the next episode will tell us more? (I doubt this very much)

RIP deathcount.

Yo Atlantis!

I have a lot of questions!

About Atlantis!

And the purpose of the aqueduct going the wrong direction.

Is that in fact the poop shoot?

But wtv it looks neat.

So anyway, that’s all for now, I hope you enjoyed my bad math, and I hope you enjoy your Halloween. Ours is a whole lot of nothing. I’ll be watching lots of Phasmaphobia streams while eating Butterfingers that I legally can’t give to children because it’s an epidemic (butterfingers is like the last candy that my old 30 yo ass can handle without passing out or gagging. Weird how getting older makes me hate all the good things I couldn’t eat when I was younger because I was too young to be allowed to eat them.) and that’s about it.

WHY did Halloween finally fall on a Saturday DURING an epidemic? I only get so many Saturday Halloweens in my youth...just why.

(and here’s a link to read these in chrono order)

#ygo #yugioh #recap #photo recap #humor #atlantis #yami #seto kaiba #mokuba #dartz #tristan taylor #getting hit in the nuts #roland #hallucinating while playing cards who knew?#S4 #Ep33

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camillejeaneshphm · 2 years

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I heard you requested family bonding asks? Well well you’ve called for the right person

Camille bonding with her new fam would include:

Sora actually teaching her Danish instead of pushing it on to Dimitri

Camille learning Italian to better communicate with her grandparents (or Japanese if she already knows Italian)

Chrome (grandmother) would teach her how to bake with Roland

Tsuna (grandfather) trying to access her family power (I’ll send you a link if you want her to have the trait)

Xanxus and Squalo (great uncles) teaching her some Japanese and Italian customs

Camille meeting her other “cousins”

And last but certainly not least birthday celebrations which would include Dino (another great uncle) being his usual hardheaded self and taking her on trips around Japan before they take her away from him so they can spend time with her also

NICO U CAME THROUGH GOD BLESS U ❤️

- awwww yeah !! maybe millie could teach her dad french :0c

- yoooo with italian and danish under her belt she’d have 4 languages that’s badass

- oooo camille loves to bake !!

- oooo yes pls do that might be interesting,,,,

- hell yeah culture !!

- COUSINS FUCK YEAH

- oooooo vacations are fuckin sick

#skylar answers #nico <3 #camille jeanes #hphm

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rebelbyrdie · 3 years

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I wish you would write a fic where ... Regina and Marian are bridge partners, and there's some cutthroat playing in Storybrooke!

Snow and Emma have joined the new Storybrooke Bridge Club and things get a little out of hand.

Building Bridges

“I don’t get it.” Emma mumbled for the fourth time.

Snow sighed. David would have been a better partner than Emma. She thought they could join the new Storybrooke Bridge Club to bond while David, Henry and Neal did “man stuff”. Whatever that meant.

“Its an easy game to learn but impossible to master, Sweetheart.” She patted Emma’s arm. “You’ll get it.”

She would if she actually paid attention to her cards or their game. Emma was watching a game three tables away. She was specifically watching two of the players. Regia and Marion were quite the pair. They were at the top of the leader board. They were playing against Granny and Marco. It was a heated match, as Granny and Marco were sitting at a very close number two on the board.

“Emma.” Snow needed her daughter to focus on the game. Not only were they losing, but Marge and Bea were getting annoyed.

“Oh!” Emma jerked her head and laid her hand down on the table face up. Snow dropped her face into her palm. “You weren’t the dummy hand this game.” They were already past that phase.

Emma picked back up her cards sheepishly. “I mean yeah. Uh.” She glanced over the cards on the table and half-heartedly laid down a six of spades. It wasn’t the suite they were playing or even the trump suite. They lost the trick to Bea. They were being slaughtered because Emma was too busy staring at Regina to even try to play.

“Why are they partners? I thought they would uh not like each other.” Emma was staring again. “She’s mad at me, but best buddies with her? How is that fair?”

Marge rolled her eyes. Bea snickered. Snow wished that she were anywhere else.

Bea twisted around in her wheelchair to look at them. “I think they make a good couple. They bonded over what an asshole Robin is.”

Marge chuckled. “Madame Mayor’s been hell on wheels lately but Marion can calm her down with a few words. Her PA keeps her on speed dial.”

Snow felt her eye twitch. This was not helping!

“Okay, yeah, sure. I get that. Do they have to be so buddy-buddy though? I heard they both walked Roland to school. Like suddenly they’re co-parenting! Like divorced Mommies instead of girlfriend in-laws. I had to fight tooth and nail to even see Henry for a year and I gave birth to him!”

Marge penciled in the scores onto their team cards. She had a calm and unreadable face. More suited to poker then bridge. Snow knew that she was on Regina’s side. She had been one of her biggest supporters in the Enchanted Forest. Not that Snow held that against her or anything. Bea was far more expressive. She had been one of Regina’s advisors and made no qualms about it. She looked like she was genuinely enjoying what was happening. Like she was watching her favorite soap opera in real time.

Snow shook their hands and stood up to walk around a bit. They had lost the match badly, again. They were going to be at the bottom of the club. Maybe not last since Grumpy was half-drunk and his partner, Anton, was too busy chatting with everyone to keep up with the game.

Snow sighed and checked the board to see who their next match was with. She almost screamed and wondered if she could just forfeit now. Emma would be useless sitting that close to Regina and Marion.

It took a few minutes for Marion and Regina to finish, and win, their match. Granny looked sour and Marco disappointed. Marion and Regina were arm in arm, laughing about something.

Emma scowled as they walked closer. Snow sighed. This was going to be a long match.

For the first time since they’d arrived, Emma paid attention to the cards. More specifically, she watched Regina’s hands shuffle then deal the cards. Her fingernails and lipstick were the same shade of red as the back of the cards. She was wearing black and red, like she had planned to match the cards. Snow wasn’t blind, Regina was dressed to impress (more like torture and tease) today. Several eyes, both male and female, had wandered her way.

Snow suspected that Regina had let Marion dress out of her closet too. She was wearing a vibrant violet wrap dress and heels. She looked very modern but comfortable, almost smug. Regina was rubbing off on her. They had been inseparable since they had both broken up with Robin.

“So you’ve adapted to Strorybrooke pretty quickly, Marion.” Snow looked over her cards and hoped Emma was at least looking over hers. “I’m so glad you’re doing well.”

As well as any out-of-time, out-of-realm, recently-resurected, almost divorcee could be doing.

“It is my second chance. I am so happy to be here.” Marion flashed a brilliant smile at Regina. “There are so many miracles here. I can’t imagine going back.”

Regina chuckled. “Going back for a year was awful. I’d forgotten how much I hated chimera and corsets.”

Marion giggled and reached across the table to touch Regina’s arm and spoke in a different language. Regina’s eyes lit up with a mischievous spark and she replied in the same language.

Emma scowled, “Did you guys invent a special BFF language?”

Marion blinked and Regina cocked a brow. “Have you never heard of Spanish, Miss Swan?”

“8 Hearts.” Snow started off the bidding since no one else had bothered.

“So you both just happen to speak Spanish?” Emma squinted at them. “Seriously?” She shifted in her seat, “I didn’t even know you spoke Spanish.”

Snow did, though she had rarely heard her do so. She also spoke French, Elvish, Latin and was passable at Agrahbani and Skailling (the language of the Northern kingdom that her mother had come from).

Snow had begged her stepmother for Skailling lessons, but had ultimately found them difficult and boring so she had quit less than two months later. She had never been a good student and often wondered if Regina had cursed her to be a teacher just for that reason.

She shook her head and focused on the game. Someone on their team should at least try to play.

The bidding went fast and ended with Regina being the dummy hand.

“Well, Miss Swan. I have all my cards-” She spoke slowly and rubbed her fingers across the top of her hand as she laid it down. “-on the table.”

Oh My God. Regina was flirting. With her daughter. Right in front of her! How was she supposed to focus on the tricks when Regina was trying to seduce her baby girl in front of the entire club?!

Snow looked over at Marion and the woman smirked and gave a quick nod. Like she was in on Regina’s grand plan. Like she thought it was a grand idea. They were doing this on purpose!

The rounds went quickly, but Emma was so focused on Regina that she rarely put down a card that helped. Regina and Marion won the game easily. Emma got the next deal and she shuffled the cards roughly, bending them and mixing them with some faces up and others down. She corrected them with a grumble and finally dealt them out, counting to thirteen under her breath. She slapped each card down hard and refused to make eye contact with anyone.

Regina and Marion upped their ante. Not at Bridge, though. They were playing an entirely different game. Marion was intentionally trying to make Emma jealous. Regina was putting on her best I’m not trying to be sexy I just am naturally irresistible act. Snow could not believe Emma was falling for it. The whole thing was middle-school drama club melodrama. It wasn’t subtle. For a master manipulator, Regina was certainly being blunt.

Snow wondered if she should stop them. After a few calming breaths and a few sips of grape soda, she had calmed down a little.

On the one hand, Regina had been the Evil Queen. Her mortal enemy, the caster of the darkest curse in the land, etcetera etcetera. On the other hand, Emma’s other suitor was a morally dubious pirate who drank five times more than he bathed.

At least Regina was trying to redeem herself. All Hook did was hang out on the docks, drink and make sexually charged passes at Emma (or any other female he happened to see).

Furthermore, Snow wasn’t deaf, dumb or blind. Emma and Regina had been dancing around each other from day one. She wished she didn’t know that, but she did. In fact, she was starting to wonder if they had already crossed a line or two. When she really thought about it, the signs were all there.

There had been the time that Emma had all but carried Regina out of the fire. The way Emma had fought to save Regina from the wraith. Then there was the way that Regina had been amazed at Emma’s magic. How she had looked so devastated when Emma had accused her of murder. They’d disappeared in Neverland a time or two with little to no explanation. Then there had been the long and longing stars and stilted conversations when they were fighting Zelena. Not to mention the fact that Regina had tried to remove her heart the second she was separated from Henry and Emma. How she had spent a year ignoring her “soulmate” and staring off into the distance, like she was thinking about Emma had been more excited to see Regina than her and David.

She rolled her eyes, laid down her card, and gave Regina a small nod. She wasn’t going to object, but it was not a full blessing either. It was more of a we’ll see. She’d leave the threats of bodily harm to David.

During the bids this time, Regina and Marion were far more tactile, leaning into each other’s touches and whispering back and forth in Spanish. When Regina laughed, she threw her head back and her dark hair swished across her face.

Emma was gripping the edge of the table so hard that her knuckles had blanched white.

Snow looked around and realized that they were the center of attention. Everyone was watching Regina and Marion torture Emma. They were all obviously enjoying the show.

“Nine Spades.” Marion smiled and leaned over to take Regina’s glass of ginger ale. She drank deeply. “Thanks, Sweetie.”

Emma’s face twisted and she stiffened in her seat. Three lightbulbs at the far end of the community center went bright and then blew out. It could be a coincidence or Emma’s magic. Snow bit her lip, but didn’t say anything. Emma only became more agitated when people pointed out her magic being “temperamental”.

The game went fast but much differently than Snow expected. They were winning. Not because she was a particularly great player or because Emma had suddenly started trying. No, it was plain to see that Regina and Marion were intentionally throwing the game. So there would be a third tie breaker game for the match. They were dragging this out as long as they could. It was diabolical and just a little bit cruel.

Snow was pretty sure that no one else was playing. They were all watching Regina and Emma. There were the cards on the table and the entirely different game being played out with little smirks and furrowed brows. The tension was so thick that Snow would need a battle ax to cut through it.

“Pardon me.” Regina jotted down her team’s intentionally abysmal score on their card. “I need to visit the powder room before our final game. May I?” She stood, not waiting for their answer.

Emma stood up too, faster and way less graceful then Regina had. Her chair screeched back and almost tipped. “Yeah. Me too.”

Snow watched Regina sashay towards the ladies room and Emma stomp after her. Since Emma hadn’t taken a drink of her now warm soda all morning, Snow doubted that she needed to use the facilities.

“Whatever happens in there.” Snow glared at Marion. “I blame you.”

Marion laughed, which was not the reaction Snow had expected.

“I don’t understand.” She sounded like Emma now. “What is going on with you and Regina anyway?”

Marion had been caught up in the war she and Regina had waged. She would have been executed if not for Emma. Not to mention there was the whole Robin situation. Marion should hate Regina, or at the very least not be best friends with her.

“I know what you’re thinking.” Marion took a handful of the snack mix that sat on every table. “I should hate the Evil Queen.”

Snow nodded and grabbed a couple of chocolate covered nuts for herself. “But you don’t?”

Marion smiled. “We both know that Regina is not The Evil Queen. She’s a completely different person. Did you know that she came to me a few days after I arrived?”

During the two weeks that she had refused to speak to anyone but Henry? During those same two weeks that Emma had been beside herself with worry and guilt?

“Robin tried to rush her off, like Regina was the dirty little secret I wasn’t supposed to know about.” Marion shook her head. Her voice was quiet and low, far less cheerful than it had been. “Robin had taken mistresses before. His code of honor is very flexible when he wants it to be.”

Snow almost choked on her snack. What?

“None of them had dared to come talk to me. To look me in the eyes. She wasn’t there to talk to Robin, to convince him to leave me. She came to talk to me. I thought she was going to apologize. I think if she had I might have hit her.”

Marion looked over at the closed bathroom door.

“She asked if I was okay. If I needed anything.”

Snow blinked. Again, she hadn’t really expected that.

“Everyone was so excited about my sudden resurrection. Robin had his wife back. Rolland had his mother back. Not a single person had asked me how I felt. I-it-I cried. I broke down sobbing and she comforted me.”

Marion picked up the deck of cards and started to shuffle it. She was moving her hands and fingers, playing with the cards.

“She explained things to me that no one had thought to mention. Offered to help me find a home. She explained that here I could divorce Robin without losing Rolland to him. She asked what I wanted. She didn’t have any expectations or demands. She really wanted me to have choices about my new life. I don’t know what your life was like, Princess, but I’ve never been given a lot of choices.”

Marion paused and looked around the room briefly. “I get to be what I want here, and I want what she has. A home, a job, a safe place for my son to live, learn and grow. Love with no judgement.”

Did Marion harbor love for someone? If it wasn’t Robin or Regina, then who? Snow was dying to know.

“So yes. Regina and I are friends and-” Marion chuckled. “-she is a mess. She is hopelessly in love with Emma. She doesn’t even like Bridge. She hates it. She’s only here to see Emma. I couldn’t take it anymore. Even Henry is ready to lock them in a room together and throw away the key. So we-”

A burst of bright light flooded the building. There was a small earthquake and hundreds of butterflies suddenly appeared in the room. They fluttered around and filled the room with a rainbow of colors.

“Well!” Marion grinned. “I suppose its mission accomplished, then.” She looked over at the score cards. “I wonder if they’ll let us team up since Regina and Emma aren’t going to be spending their Saturday mornings playing Bridge anymore.”

#cpark1899 #asks and answers #ficlet #swan queen #Bonus Marion and Regina #1st time I've written Marion

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butterflies-dragons · 4 years

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Hi. You said in your Jon and women meta that Lyanna is a combination of both Sansa and Arya. Can you give her parallels with both girls?

Hello Anon,

Yes this past week I’ve said that Lyanna Stark was a mixture of the Stark Sisters.

I also said that I always thought that the Sansa from the original outline was very similar to Lyanna Stark:

Now ¿How marrying the heir of the Iron Throne/King of the 7K is supposed to be an act of dubious loyalty? Because GRRM has stated that in high nobility there is no marriage without the Lord Father of the bride’s blessing. Furthermore, from the wedding the bride belongs to her husband’s house, that’s all the fuzz with the cloaking ceremony, going from the maiden’s cloak to your husband’s cloak. You left your paternal house to belong with your husbands house. Sansa’s loyalty was with her husband, and more important, Sansa’s love and loyalty was with her baby boy. So, how choosing his baby over her paternal house could be seem as an act of dubious loyalty then? And even if she wanted to come back to her paternal family, does she really get a chance without the risk of being captured, separated from her baby, accused of treason and executed, leaving her baby boy motherless?

Oh I get it, there was an enmity between Starks and Lannisters. So, Or Joffrey abducted Sansa? Or Sansa eloped to marry Joffrey? How very Shakespearean of you George! This is Romeo and Juliet all over again. Or even better, this is Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark oll over again.

Original Outline Sansa was Queen of the Seven Kingdoms and mother of the heir to the Iron Throne.

It is implied by the fandom that this Sansa dies because the outline says that Jaime dethrones and kills Joffrey and “everyone ahead of him in the line of succession” (Sansa’s baby). Well, Sansa was not in the line of succession, but it’s probable that Jaime had to kill her to get to her baby boy, which reminds me of Elia Martell & her babies’ tragic and devastating deaths.

And landing more on the subject, I said that: Arya and Sansa play different roles in Jon’s life: Sansa is the distant half sister, the archetype of the princess in the tower, that he thinks he would never get. While Arya is the closest sister, the comfortable presence of a girl with less feminine inclinations. And both of them resemblance different aspects of Lyanna Stark. While Arya got Lyanna’s spirit and physical features, Sansa Stark got the less known romantic nature of Lyanna, after all, Lyanna cried while listening Rhaegar playing the harp, eloped with him, bore him a son, found herself trapped in a tower, and unwillingly caused the death of her father and older brother. Like a Lady in a sad and beautiful song.

We can draw parallels between Lyanna and her two nieces, but there are also parallels shared by the three of these She-wolves of Winterfell. Let’s see:

LYANNA & ARYA

Appearance:

“You remind me of her sometimes. You even look like her." "Lyanna was beautiful," Arya said, startled. Everybody said so. It was not a thing that was ever said of Arya. "She was," Eddard Stark agreed, "beautiful, and willful, and dead before her time." —AGOT - Arya II

Carrying a sword:

"Lyanna might have carried a sword, if my lord father had allowed it. You remind me of her sometimes. —AGOT - Arya II

The wolf-blood:

“Arya, you have a wildness in you, child. The wolf blood, my father would call it. Lyanna had a touch of it."—AGOT - Arya II

"She was," Eddard Stark agreed, "beautiful, and willful, and dead before her time." —AGOT - Arya II

This willfulness of yours, the running off, the angry words, the disobedience … at home, these were only the summer games of a child. Here and now, with winter soon upon us, that is a different matter. It is time to begin growing up." —AGOT - Arya II

Punching annoying brothers & friends:

Now two children danced across the godswood, hooting at one another as they dueled with broken branches. The girl was the older and taller of the two. Arya! Bran thought eagerly, as he watched her leap up onto a rock and cut at the boy. But that couldn't be right. If the girl was Arya, the boy was Bran himself, and he had never worn his hair so long. And Arya never beat me playing swords, the way that girl is beating him. She slashed the boy across his thigh, so hard that his leg went out from under him and he fell into the pool and began to splash and shout. "You be quiet, stupid," the girl said, tossing her own branch aside. "It's just water. Do you want Old Nan to hear and run tell Father?" She knelt and pulled her brother from the pool, but before she got him out again, the two of them were gone. — ADWD - Bran III

When the spirit stepped out of the open tomb, pale white and moaning for blood, Sansa ran shrieking for the stairs, and Bran wrapped himself around Robb's leg, sobbing. Arya stood her ground and gave the spirit a punch. It was only Jon, covered with flour. "You stupid," she told him, "you scared the baby," but Jon and Robb just laughed and laughed, and pretty soon Bran and Arya were laughing too. —AGOT - Arya IV

The dragon prince sang a song so sad it made the wolf maid sniffle, but when her pup brother teased her for crying she poured wine over his head. —ASOS - Bran II

"My lady?" Ned looked embarrassed. "I'm Edric Dayne, the . . . the Lord of Starfall." Behind them, Gendry groaned. "Lords and ladies," he proclaimed in a disgusted tone. Arya plucked a withered crabapple off a passing branch and whipped it at him, bouncing it off his thick bull head. "Ow," he said. "That hurt." He felt the skin above his eye. "What kind of lady throws crabapples at people?" "The bad kind," said Arya, suddenly contrite. She turned back to Ned. "I'm sorry I didn't know who you were. My lord." —ASOS - Arya VIII

Half-horses:

"You ride like a northman, milady," Harwin said when he'd drawn them to a halt. "Your aunt was the same. Lady Lyanna. But my father was master of horse, remember." —ASOS - Arya III

Horses … the boy was mad for horses, Lady Dustin will tell you. Not even Lord Rickard's daughter could outrace him, and that one was half a horse herself. —ADWD - Reek III

"Brandon was fostered at Barrowton with old Lord Dustin, the father of the one I'd later wed, but he spent most of his time riding the Rills. He loved to ride. His little sister took after him in that. A pair of centaurs, those two. —ADWD - The Turncloak

This is a contrast with Sansa: "I hate riding," Sansa said fervently. "All it does is get you soiled and dusty and sore." —AGOT - Sansa I

LYANNA & SANSA

Beauty:

Both Lyanna and Sansa are considered beautiful:

Lyanna:

"She [Lyanna] was," Eddard Stark agreed, "beautiful, and willful, and dead before her time." —AGOT - Arya II

Lyanna had only been sixteen, a child-woman of surpassing loveliness. Ned had loved her with all his heart. Robert had loved her even more. She was to have been his bride. —AGOT - Eddard I

"The maid's a fair one," Osha said. —AGOT - Bran VII

The northern girl had a wild beauty, as he recalled. —ADWD - Epilogue

Sansa:

Sansa’s needlework was exquisite. Everyone said so. “Sansa’s work is as pretty as she is.”

Sansa had the grace to blush. She blushed prettily. She did everything prettily.

Worse, she was beautiful. Sansa had gotten their mother’s fine high cheekbones and the thick auburn hair of the Tullys.

“I saw Sansa at the court, the day Tyrion told me his terms. She looked most beautiful, my lady. Perhaps a, a bit wan. Drawn, as it were.”

Men would say she had my look, but she will grow into a woman far more beautiful than I ever was.

“You are very beautiful, my lady,” the seamstress said when she was dressed.

Ser Kevan told her she was beautiful, Jalabhar Xho said something she did not understand in the Summer Tongue, and Lord Redwyne wished her many fat children and long years of joy.

"Ser Ossifer speaks truly, you are the most beautiful maid in all the Seven Kingdoms.”

“Had we known such beauty awaited us at the Gates, we would have flown,” Ser Roland said. Though his words were addressed to Myranda Royce, he smiled at Alayne as he said them.

Inner Strength:

"You never knew Lyanna as I did, Robert," Ned told him. "You saw her beauty, but not the iron underneath”. —AGOT - Eddard VII

My skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel. —ASOS - Sansa V

Pleading Ned to protect part of themselves:

He could still hear Sansa pleading, as Lyanna had pleaded once. —AGOT - Eddard IV

Lyanna was pleading to her brother Ned to protect her son, while Sansa was pleading to her father Ned to protect her direwolf, Lady, part of Sansa’s soul. Later, Ned regretted failing Sansa...

Knights & Queens of Love and Beauty:

Lyanna was a Mystery Knight AND was crowned Queen of Love and Beauty at the Tourney of Harrenhal.

Lyanna as the Knight of the Laughing Tree:

But late on the afternoon of that second day, as the shadows grew long, a mystery knight appeared in the lists. Bran nodded sagely. [...] “It was the little crannogman, I bet.” “No one knew,” said Meera, “but the mystery knight was short of stature, and clad in ill-fitting armor made up of bits and pieces. The device upon his shield was a heart tree of the old gods, a white weirwood with a laughing red face.” [...] “Whoever he was, the old gods gave strength to his arm. The porcupine knight fell first, then the pitchfork knight, and lastly the knight of the two towers. None were well loved, so the common folk cheered lustily for the Knight of the Laughing Tree, as the new champion soon was called.” —ASOS - Bran II

Lyanna as the Queen of love and beauty. Rhaegar wearing rubies (red) gave her a crown of winter roses (blue):

The Targaryen prince armored all in black. On his breastplate was the three-headed dragon of his House, wrought all in rubies that flashed like fire in the sunlight. —AGOT - Eddard I

Ned remembered the moment when all the smiles died, when Prince Rhaegar Targaryen urged his horse past his own wife, the Dornish princess Elia Martell, to lay the queen of beauty's laurel in Lyanna's lap. He could see it still: a crown of winter roses, blue as frost. —AGOT - Eddard XV

Sansa attended the Tourney of the Hand at Kings Landing, met Petyr Baelish who told her that Catelyn was his Queen of Love and Beauty, and received a (red) rose from Ser Loras Tyrell, the Knight of Flowers, who was wearing an armor adorned with sapphires (blue). During the second day of the tourney, Sansa wore the red rose in her hair:

"Your mother was my queen of beauty once," the man said quietly. His breath smelled of mint. "You have her hair." His fingers brushed against her cheek as he stroked one auburn lock. Quite abruptly he turned and walked away. —AGOT - Sansa II

When the Knight of Flowers made his entrance, a murmur ran through the crowd, and he heard Sansa's fervent whisper, "Oh, he's so beautiful." Ser Loras Tyrell was slender as a reed, dressed in a suit of fabulous silver armor polished to a blinding sheen and filigreed with twining black vines and tiny blue forget-me-nots. The commons realized in the same instant as Ned that the blue of the flowers came from sapphires; a gasp went up from a thousand throats. Across the boy's shoulders his cloak hung heavy. It was woven of forget-me-nots, real ones, hundreds of fresh blooms sewn to a heavy woolen cape. —AGOT - Eddard VII

Her eyes were only for Ser Loras. When the white horse stopped in front of her, she thought her heart would burst. To the other maidens he had given white roses, but the one he plucked for her was red. "Sweet lady," he said, "no victory is half so beautiful as you." Sansa took the flower timidly, struck dumb by his gallantry. His hair was a mass of lazy brown curls, his eyes like liquid gold. She inhaled the sweet fragrance of the rose and sat clutching it long after Ser Loras had ridden off. —AGOT - Sansa II

The boy from Highgarden did something with his legs, and his horse pranced sideways, nimble as a dancer. Sansa clutched at his arm. "Father, don't let Ser Gregor hurt him," she said. Ned saw she was wearing the rose that Ser Loras had given her yesterday. Jory had told him about that as well. —AGOT - Eddard VII

At this point in the Books, Sansa, as Alayne Stone, is organizing a Tourney to elect the members of Robert Arryn personal guard, named the Brotherhood of the Winged Knights. As the daughter of Petyr Baelish, Lord Protector of the Vale, Alayne Stone could be crowned as the Queen of Love and Beauty.

This is a contrast with Arya who thinks tourneys are stupid: "I don't care about their stupid tourney." —AGOT - Arya II

Failed betrothal to a Baratheon:

Both Lyanna and Sansa were betrothed with a Baratheon, Lyanna with Robert and Sansa with Joffrey:

If Lyanna had lived, we should have been brothers, bound by blood as well as affection. Well, it is not too late. I have a son. You have a daughter. My Joff and your Sansa shall join our houses, as Lyanna and I might once have done. —AGOT - Eddard I

There is also this parallel between Jenny of Oldstones, Lyanna & Sansa [I wrote about it here]:

Note the parallels between Duncan Targaryen, his betrothed Baratheon and Jenny of Oldstones & Rhaegar Targaryen, Lyanna Stark and her betrothed Robert Baratheon: A Targaryen prince breaking an engagement with a member of House Baratheon that then originates a rebellion.

And this: Sansa was betrothed with Joffrey “Baratheon” and the engagement was broken in the middle of a war with Robb Stark leading an army against King Joffrey, and Jon almost breaking his vows to join Robb’s army to avenge Ned’s death and rescue their sisters. All of which makes me think about these parallels: Sansa being a hostage in King’s Landing & Lyanna’s “abduction”, Ned’s death & Rickard’s death, Robb’s death & Brandon’s death. And that leaves Jon to possibly play the role of Ned Stark in the future.

Basically if Jon and Sansa happens, they will parallel two stories: Rhaegar and Lyanna, a Targaryen/Stark couple; and Ned and Cat, a Stark/Tully couple.

And right now in the Books, Sansa Stark, under the disguise of Alayne Stone, is betrothed with a Robert-like young man: Harry Hardyn.

The Rose of Winterfell:

This is the tale:

According to free folk legend, Lord Brandon Stark, the liege of the north, once called Bael a coward. To take revenge for this affront and prove his courage, Bael climbed the Wall, took the kingsroad, and entered Winterfell under the guise of a singer named Sygerrik of Skagos. ("Sygerrik" means "deceiver" in the Old Tongue.) There, he sang until midnight for the lord.

Impressed by his skills as a singer, Lord Stark asked Bael what he wanted as a reward, but he requested only the most beautiful flower blooming in Winterfell's gardens. As the blue winter roses were just blooming, Brandon Stark presented him with one. The following morning, the maiden daughter of Lord Stark had disappeared, his only child, and in her bed was the blue winter rose.

Lord Brandon sent the members of the Night's Watch looking for them beyond the Wall, but they never found Bael or the girl. The Stark line was on the verge of extinction, when one day the girl was back in her room, holding in her arms an infant: they had actually never left Winterfell, staying hidden in the crypts. Bael's bastard with Brandon's daughter became the new Lord Stark.

Thirty years later, Bael was King-Beyond-the-Wall and led the wildlings' army south, and he had to fight his own son at the Frozen Ford. There, incapable of killing his own blood, he let himself be killed by Lord Stark. His son brought back Bael's head to Winterfell, and his mother who had loved the bard, seeing the trophy, killed herself by leaping from the top of a tower. The son was eventually slain by the Boltons.

[Source]

Ygritte told this story to Jon in ACOK - Jon VI, and it resembles Jon’s own story: Bael/Rhaegar (both harp players/bards) abducting/eloping Brandon's daughter/Lyanna, ‘the fairest flower that blooms in the gardens o' Winterfell’. Immediately after this chapter, comes ACOK - Sansa IV, where she flowered for the first time, next chapter is Jon again. (Jon-Sansa-Jon).

Also take note that Sansa was “abducted” by Petyr Baelish, a known deceiver, whose surname has a resemblance with the name Bael.

Ladies of Winterfell

Lyanna’s and Lady’s bones are buried at Winterfell, what makes them literally Ladies of Winterfell:

"She was more beautiful than that," the king said after a silence. His eyes lingered on Lyanna's face, as if he could will her back to life. Finally he rose, made awkward by his weight. "Ah, damn it, Ned, did you have to bury her in a place like this?" His voice was hoarse with remembered grief. "She deserved more than darkness …" "She was a Stark of Winterfell," Ned said quietly. "This is her place." —AGOT - Eddard I

Shortly, Jory brought him Ice. When it was over, he said, “Choose four men and have them take the body north. Bury her at Winterfell.” “All that way?” Jory said, astonished. “All that way,” Ned affirmed. “The Lannister woman shall never have this skin.” —AGOT - Eddard III

Bran felt all cold inside. "She lost her wolf," he said, weakly, remembering the day when four of his father's guardsmen had returned from the south with Lady's bones. Summer and Grey Wind and Shaggydog had begun to howl before they crossed the drawbridge, in voices drawn and desolate. Beneath the shadow of the First Keep was an ancient lichyard, its headstones spotted with pale lichen, where the old Kings of Winter had laid their faithful servants. It was there they buried Lady, while her brothers stalked between the graves like restless shadows. She had gone south, and only her bones had returned. —AGOT - Bran VI

I wrote about this before:

Now, back to Lady’s death. We know that this event is a turning point in Sansa’s arc, but other than that, the paragraphs leading to the direwolf’s execution are laden with symbolism and foreshadowing, not only for Sansa, but for Ned as well.

During the “trial”, Ned decides that he will take Lady’s life himself, in order to avoid having a butcher like Ilyn Payne do the execution. Then, before he struck, he pronounced her name in the same fashion Robb and Jon called the name of their direwolves before they both died. This for me foreshadows Ned’s own death. Also, before Lady’s death, Ned pleads King Robert to change his decision on putting down the direwolf, appealing to the memory of Lyanna, the woman Robert loved. Similarly, before Ned’s execution at the steps of the Sept of Baelor, Sansa pleads King Joffrey to spare her father’s life, appealing to the love he has for her. As we know, both pleas fell on deaf ears and both Lady and Ned lost their lives; bringing the story full circle, as Ilyn Payne himself cut off Ned’s head.

Another interesting thing is that before Lady’s death we have direct and indirect references to Lyanna Stark. We have the direct reference when Ned appealed to the love Robert Baratheon bore Lyanna, in order to save Lady’s life, and the indirect one when he ordered Jory to choose four men to return Lady’s body to the north, to bury her in Winterfell. This order Ned gave to his men alludes to his own decision to take Lyanna’s body to Winterfell to be buried in the crypts, after her demise, brought on by her doomed love affair with Rhaegar Targaryen.

Dubious Loyalty?

Both Lyanna and Sansa got infatuated by Golden Princes: Rhaegar Targaryen and Joffrey Baratheon, and because of that they both unintentionally played a part in the deaths of their fathers and older brothers, Rickard and Brandon & Ned and Robb. They both also ended trapped in towers regretting their doomed romances.

As I mentioned before, I always thought that the Sansa from the original outline was very similar to Lyanna Stark. That Sansa was described as member of dubious loyalty for her family; but while Lyanna is glorified by the fandom, both Outline Sansa and Asoiaf Sansa are unfairly vilified for committing the same actions that Lyanna did.

Also, as it was pointed out before, Rickard Stark and Catelyn Stark both saw their firstborn sons murdered in front of them, while convinced that their daughters were far away being raped and abused by cruel princes, and then were brutally murdered themselves.

Dead before their time:

"She [Lyanna] was," Eddard Stark agreed, "beautiful, and willful, and dead before her time." —AGOT - Arya II

And so many others were missing. Where had the rest of them gone? Sansa wondered. Vainly, she searched for friendly faces. Not one of them would meet her eyes. It was as if she had become a ghost, dead before her time. —A Game Of Thrones, Sansa V

Lyanna and Lady (part of Sansa’s soul) both died in the south, before their time.

Lyanna’s ghost has haunted Cersei: Cersei wanted to marry Rhaegar but ended married with Robert. Both Rhaegar and Robert loved Lyanna.

Lady is mentioned in the Books as a “shade”, a synonym for ghost. And after Ned’s death, Sansa became a ghost at the Red Keep’s court.

And to finish this section, here some gifsets that illustrate some of the Lyanna & Sansa parallels that were mentioned:

Sansa Stark and Lyanna Stark + parallels

Pleading

She-wolves of Winterfell

Beautiful, Captivating Child-Women

Hidden Metal ft. hair parallels

Broken ‘Baratheon’ Engagements ft. more hair parallels

Fair Maidens

LYANNA & ARYA & SANSA

The wolf-blood:

I have already mentioned this aspect of Lyanna and Arya above, but Sansa has the wolf-blood too. It’s subtle, but it’s there:

"I've never seen an aurochs," Sansa said, feeding a piece of bacon to Lady under the table. The direwolf took it from her hand, as delicate as a queen. Septa Mordane sniffed in disapproval. "A noble lady does not feed dogs at her table," she said, breaking off another piece of comb and letting the honey drip down onto her bread. "She's not a dog, she's a direwolf," Sansa pointed out as Lady licked her fingers with a rough tongue. "Anyway, Father said we could keep them with us if we want." The septa was not appeased. "You're a good girl, Sansa, but I do vow, when it comes to that creature you're as willful as your sister Arya." She scowled. "And where is Arya this morning?" —AGOT - Sansa I

"It won't be so bad, Sansa," Arya said. "We're going to sail on a galley. It will be an adventure, and then we'll be with Bran and Robb again, and Old Nan and Hodor and the rest." She touched her on the arm. "Hodor!" Sansa yelled. "You ought to marry Hodor, you're just like him, stupid and hairy and ugly!" She wrenched away from her sister's hand, stormed into her bedchamber, and barred the door behind her. —AGOT - Sansa III

Jeyne yawned. "Are there any lemon cakes?" Sansa did not like being interrupted, but she had to admit, lemon cakes sounded more interesting than most of what had gone on in the throne room. "Let's see," she said. The kitchen yielded no lemon cakes, but they did find half of a cold strawberry pie, and that was almost as good. They ate it on the tower steps, giggling and gossiping and sharing secrets, and Sansa went to bed that night feeling almost as wicked as Arya. —AGOT - Sansa III

After my name day feast, I'm going to raise a host and kill your brother myself. That's what I'll give you, Lady Sansa. Your brother's head." A kind of madness took over her then, and she heard herself say, "Maybe my brother will give me your head." —AGOT - Sansa VI

Knights protect the innocent:

Lyanna, as herself and as the Knight of the Laughing Tree, defended Howland Reed, a bannerman of House Stark:

"None offered a name, but he marked their faces well so he could revenge himself upon them later. They shoved him down every time he tried to rise, and kicked him when he curled up on the ground. But then they heard a roar. 'That's my father's man you're kicking,' howled the she-wolf." "A wolf on four legs, or two?" "Two," said Meera. "The she-wolf laid into the squires with a tourney sword, scattering them all. The crannogman was bruised and bloodied, so she took him back to her lair to clean his cuts and bind them up with linen. There he met her pack brothers: the wild wolf who led them, the quiet wolf beside him, and the pup who was youngest of the four.

(...)

“Whoever he was, the old gods gave strength to his arm. The porcupine knight fell first, then the pitchfork knight, and lastly the knight of the two towers. None were well loved, so the common folk cheered lustily for the Knight of the Laughing Tree, as the new champion soon was called.” —ASOS - Bran II

Arya defended Mycah, the butcher’s boy:

Mycah shook his head. "It's only a stick, m'lord. It's not no sword, it's only a stick." "And you're only a butcher's boy, and no knight." Joffrey lifted Lion's Tooth and laid its point on Mycah's cheek below the eye, as the butcher's boy stood trembling. "That was my lady's sister you were hitting, do you know that?" A bright bud of blood blossomed where his sword pressed into Mycah's flesh, and a slow red line trickled down the boy's cheek. "Stop it!" Arya screamed. She grabbed up her fallen stick. Sansa was afraid. "Arya, you stay out of this." "I won't hurt him … much," Prince Joffrey told Arya, never taking his eyes off the butcher's boy. Arya went for him. Sansa slid off her mare, but she was too slow. Arya swung with both hands. There was a loud crack as the wood split against the back of the prince's head, and then everything happened at once before Sansa's horrified eyes. — AGOT - Sansa I

Sansa, as a lady armored with her courtesy and wits, defended a defenestrated knight turned fool:

The king stood. "A cask from the cellars! I'll see him drowned in it." Sansa heard herself gasp. "No, you can't." Joffrey turned his head. "What did you say?" Sansa could not believe she had spoken. Was she mad? To tell him no in front of half the court? She hadn't meant to say anything, only . . . Ser Dontos was drunk and silly and useless, but he meant no harm. "Did you say I can't? Did you?" "Please," Sansa said, "I only meant . . . it would be ill luck, Your Grace . . . to, to kill a man on your name day." "You're lying," Joffrey said. "I ought to drown you with him, if you care for him so much." "I don't care for him, Your Grace." The words tumbled out desperately. "Drown him or have his head off, only . . . kill him on the morrow, if you like, but please . . . not today, not on your name day. I couldn't bear for you to have ill luck . . . terrible luck, even for kings, the singers all say so . . ." Joffrey scowled. He knew she was lying, she could see it. He would make her bleed for this. "The girl speaks truly," the Hound rasped. "What a man sows on his name day, he reaps throughout the year." His voice was flat, as if he did not care a whit whether the king believed him or no. Could it be true? Sansa had not known. It was just something she'd said, desperate to avoid punishment. Unhappy, Joffrey shifted in his seat and flicked his fingers at Ser Dontos. "Take him away. I'll have him killed on the morrow, the fool." "He is," Sansa said. "A fool. You're so clever, to see it. He's better fitted to be a fool than a knight, isn't he? You ought to dress him in motley and make him clown for you. He doesn't deserve the mercy of a quick death." The king studied her a moment. "Perhaps you're not so stupid as Mother says." He raised his voice. "Did you hear my lady, Dontos? From this day on, you're my new fool. You can sleep with Moon Boy and dress in motley." —ACOK - Sansa I

She-Wolves of Winterfell:

Lyanna and Arya are often referred as She-Wolves in the Books, but in a very subtle and poetical way, Sansa is referred as a She-Wolf too:

He smiled at her. "Now, wolf girl, if you can put a name to me as well, then I must concede that you are truly our Hand's daughter." —AGOT - Sansa I

"I forgot, you've been hiding under a rock. The northern girl. Winterfell's daughter. We heard she killed the king with a spell, and afterward changed into a wolf with big leather wings like a bat, and flew out a tower window. But she left the dwarf behind and Cersei means to have his head." —ASOS - Arya XIII

"May the Father judge him justly," murmured a septon. "The dwarf's wife did the murder with him," swore an archer in Lord Rowan's livery. "Afterward, she vanished from the hall in a puff of brimstone, and a ghostly direwolf was seen prowling the Red Keep, blood dripping from his jaws." —ASOS - Jaime VII

"Your Grace has forgotten the Lady Sansa," said Pycelle. The queen bristled. "I most certainly have not forgotten that little she-wolf." She refused to say the girl's name. "I ought to have shown her to the black cells as the daughter of a traitor, but instead I made her part of mine own household. She shared my hearth and hall, played with my own children. I fed her, dressed her, tried to make her a little less ignorant about the world, and how did she repay me for my kindness? She helped murder my son. —AFFC - Cersei IV

What a kick-ass reputation: Sansa, the wolf that killed King Joffrey!

Fond of Flowers:

Lyanna, Arya and Sansa are linked with flowers:

Ned could recall none of it. "I bring her flowers when I can," he said. "Lyanna was … fond of flowers." —A Game Of Thrones - Eddard I

None of which stopped Arya, of course. One day she came back grinning her horsey grin, her hair all tangled and her clothes covered in mud, clutching a raggedy bunch of purple and green flowers for Father. Sansa kept hoping he would tell Arya to behave herself and act like the highborn lady she was supposed to be, but he never did, he only hugged her and thanked her for the flowers. That just made her worse. Then it turned out the purple flowers were called poison kisses, and Arya got a rash on her arms. —AGOT - Sansa I

It was enough that she could walk in the yard, pick flowers in Myrcella's garden, and visit the sept to pray for her father. Sometimes she prayed in the godswood as well, since the Starks kept the old gods. —AGOT - Sansa V

"Do you require guarding?" Marillion said lightly. "I am composing a new song, you should know. A song so sweet and sad it will melt even your frozen heart. 'The Roadside Rose,' I mean to call it. About a baseborn girl so beautiful she bewitched every man who laid eyes upon her." — ASOS - Sansa VII

Songs:

While Arya likes songs about heroes and adventures:

Arya named hers after some old witch queen in the songs. —Bran II - AGOT

She could stay with Hot Pie, or maybe Lord Beric would find her there. Anguy would teach her to use a bow, and she could ride with Gendry and be an outlaw, like Wenda the White Fawn in the songs. —ASOS - Arya XII

Lyanna and Sansa are linked with singers and romantic songs and stories that move them to cry.

As I said before, the story about Bael the Bard and the Rose of Winterfell resembles Jon’s own story: Bael/Rhaegar (both harp players/bards) abducting/eloping Brandon's daughter/Lyanna, ‘the fairest flower that blooms in the gardens o' Winterfell’. Sansa is also linked with this story, as was explained above.

The dragon prince sang a song so sad it made the wolf maid sniffle. —ASOS - Bran II

Later, while Sansa was off listening to a troupe of singers perform the complex round of interwoven ballads called the “Dance of the Dragons,” [sung in High Valyrian] Ned inspected the bruise himself. “I hope Forel is not being too hard on you,” he said. —AGOT - Eddard VII

She pulled a chair close to the hearth, took down one of her favorite books, and lost herself in the stories of Florian and Jonquil, of Lady Shella and the Rainbow Knight, of valiant Prince Aemon and his doomed love for his brother’s queen. —AGOT - Sansa IV

After the meal had been cleared away, many of the guests asked leave to go to the sept. Cersei graciously granted their request. Lady Tanda and her daughters were among those who fled. For those who remained, a singer was brought forth to fill the hall with the sweet music of the high harp. He sang of Jonquil and Florian, of Prince Aemon the Dragonknight and his love for his brother's queen, of Nymeria's ten thousand ships. They were beautiful songs, but terribly sad. Several of the women began to weep, and Sansa felt her own eyes growing moist. —ACOK - Sansa VI

So the singer played for her, so soft and sad that Arya only heard snatches of the words, though the tune was half-familiar. Sansa would know it, I bet. Her sister had known all the songs, and she could even play a little, and sing so sweetly. All I could ever do was shout the words.—A Storm of Swords - Arya IV

Once, when she was just a little girl, a wandering singer had stayed with them at Winterfell for half a year. An old man he was, with white hair and windburnt cheeks, but he sang of knights and quests and ladies fair, and Sansa had cried bitter tears when he left them, and begged her father not to let him go. “The man has played us every song he knows thrice over,” Lord Eddard told her gently. “I cannot keep him here against his will. You need not weep, though. I promise you, other singers will come.” They hadn’t, though, not for a year or more. Sansa had prayed to the Seven in their sept and old gods of the heart tree, asking them to bring the old man back, or better still to send another singer, young and handsome. But the gods never answered, and the halls of Winterfell stayed silent. But that was when she was a little girl, and foolish. She was a maiden now, three-and-ten and flowered. All her nights were full of song, and by day she prayed for silence. —A Feast for Crows - Sansa I

This is a contrast with Arya who thinks love songs are stupid: Another stupid love song. Lanna was always begging the singer to play her stupid love songs. —AFFC - Cat Of The Canals

So there you have it. There is more to say, but I think I covered the basics.

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