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caracarnn-archive · 2 years

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@inspireswar asked: “ i never should’ve dragged you into this. “

“nonsense.” he answers with a shake of his head although he’s most certainly breathless at this point. someone had been asking for road worn newcomers. maybe the fact that they didn’t know their names would give them a better advantage now that they left that village behind. he glances at Lyanna as he leads his horse along by its reins. “it isn’t like...no one is after me.” he replies easily. honestly, he’s got this eagerness to know why it is they’re after her. why she seems just as worried as he was at the thought of people coming after him. who would be after him? Borderlanders? Aes Sedai? his friends? darkfriends? swallowing thickly he lets out a shaky breath as he watches his boots crunch on the gravelly road beneath him. “can I ask?” he begins, uncertainty laying low inside of him. “can I ask...why you think they’re after you?” and he hopes, on the Light, that he isn’t pressing too much where he might not be wanted. they were friends, of course, but friendship only went so far with things like this.

#;threads #verse ; no longer see the sun ; private au #inspireswar #ch: lyanna stark

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esther-dot · 7 months

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I’ve always found it odd that in s8 Sansa started wearing her hair more like d@ny. Like that bun braid she’s got going on in the promos & those two little braids that frame her face at the dragon pit. I can head-canon that she chose to wear her hair like that in king’s landing for the sake of the unsullied. Perception is everything & their leader wore her hair that way—a strong woman capable of commanding an army; an intimidating woman. Sansa likely felt she needed to project an intimidating level of strength if she had any hope of securing Jon’s release & the braids could’ve been a way to subtly influence their perception of her. Meant to recall images of their leader & paint her as someone to be feared.

As far as wearing her hair the way she did at the start of the season…the best I could come up with is that she was doing it for Jon. And while it’s an answer I can accept (be still my jonsa-heart!) it doesn’t feel quite satisfactory. I’m wondering if you’ve put down any thoughts on this & might have something more for us to consider? Or perhaps a head-canon you’d like to share?

I remember this debate and there’s even an article about it,

(link)

But the idea that Sansa was copying Dany never made much sense to me because Sansa starts wearing the hairstyle before she’s met Dany? I think that Sansa's hair was meant to be a Northern style, and worked with the association of Sansa & Lyanna the show created (link).

Here’s a pic and another post about it:

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And then in s8, looking at the hairstyles, even though there are braids in both, it looks to me as if they attempted to keep them distinct. Look how soft and loose Dany's is in contrast to Sansa's. Also, Sansa has a bun while Dany's braid is like a crown sliding off her head (ba-dum-ch!)

Even when I look at “Sansa’s war braids” at the dragonpit,

It doesn’t make me see Dany at all. She susually had two curls down by her face, but that was to soften her look, whereas Sansa's braids have the opposite intention. My main thought is that it’s weird the girl who wasn’t fighting got the armor-ish dresses while the two who were out there with the army of the dead did not! This may have been an effort to give her a totally unique hairstyle from the Northern cast, in prep for Queen Sansa?

I think the Jonsa implications would be in the Lyanna connection and the NedCat cosplay from s6-7. The fact that the finale rested on Jon’s (Targ) love for Sansa (Stark girl) makes me think there was some story-related reasoning back in s5-7 that carried through to the end even if they didn't really wanna follow-through on the implication. Making Jon appear as Ned and Sansa as Cat (the hairstyles are similar, not exactly the same but the script referenced the Cat thing at one point so it was intentional) also feels like something that was still present in s8 storywise. They were a unit, they did trust each other, but there was a lot of anxiety about that trust and pain about a perceived betrayal.

And in-world reasoning, I’d say that when in the South Sansa was trying to fit in at court so mimicking to greater or lesser extent the fashion made sense, and when she returned home, it made sense for her to start wearing styles she’d worn or seen as a girl.

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#jonsa #game of thrones #anti daenerys #(just to be safe)#dot chat #< for filtering

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rhiawriter · 2 months

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The Dragon's Cloak Ch. 4

Lyanna heard the sound of loud, drunken singing. It was late, but the castle grounds were not empty. Likely, it was a group of young nobles, leaving the grounds to sample the delights of the brothels of King’s Landing. Lyanna drew her hood in tighter around her face and made herself appear smaller. She kept her head to the ground, determined to reach the stables without her little rebellion gaining attention. The stables were in her sights, when she heard a sound that made her grimace.

“That’s right, tree-worshipper.” The shout was followed by a loud smack. “You’ll take what we give you.”

“What your tree-love isn’t protecting you?” Another voice shouted. “This stick hurts you just the same as the rest of us?”

Lyanna followed the sound of the voices until she found three young squires illuminated by torchlight with Lannister lions embroidered into their jackets, circling a slight man with dark hair and a leather vest. One of the squires held a stick in his hand, which he had clearly been using on the small man who was bruised and bleeding. She didn’t recognize him, but from his dark looks and their hateful taunts, she knew he must be northerner. A northerner who was being attacked by westerners for the simple reason that Lyanna Stark was marrying Rhaeger. A deadly combination of rage and guilt overtook her and all thoughts of her secret little rebellion that no one was to know about fled.

“Hey!” She shouted, marching over to them. “Get away from him!”

She came up behind one of the squires as he raised his stick for a blow. Moving on instinct and her years of training in the practice yards with her brothers, she kicked the man in the back of the knee. The man was stronger than her, and she had no doubt that he would win in a fair fight, but she had the element of surprise working in her favor. The man crumbled, and in his pain released the stick, which she took in her own hand.

“Who are you?” The squire grabbed his knee, wincing as he scrambled to his feet.

Lyanna moved into the center of the circle, her knees bent in a fighting stance, while she held the stick in her hand.

“Just another tree-worshiper,” she said, raising the stick over her head and landing a loud and satisfying whack on the squire’s shoulder. For a moment, she felt enormously pleased with herself until she realized the true vulnerability of her position. The three squires circled her. They were young. The oldest seemed to be about Lyanna’s age. They didn’t yet have the muscular grace of true warriors. They were still rather scrawny and awkward in their movements, like young colts. But they were all bigger than she was, and undoubtedly stronger. The man beside her was in no position to fight. What was she thinking? She was out alone in the dark with no one to protect her.

Read the full chapter on Ao3.

#the dragon's cloak #lyanna stark #rhaegar targaryen #howland reed #asoiaf fic #rhaegar x lyanna

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countrymusiclover · 1 year

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Ch 39 - The Future of Westeros

Part 40

Fire OF A Stark

@dragonixfrye

Oh my gosh ya’ll ONE more chapters and then I will be completing this story ❤️ ❤️ 😭 😭 😭 ❤️

Tyrion and Jaime both declared together making me get a little embarrassed. I valued their opinions but it wasn’t theirs that scared me the most. “Lynesse Targaryen-Lannister for queen.”

“Will you wear the crown, Lynesse. If we were to choose you…or even if we choose someone else, would you stand by their side and sit on your rightful place on the Iron Throne?” Tyrion slowly walked up to me making his handcuffs squeak. His green eyes shifting from his brother and over our two children.

Blinking my eyes a couple of times I was at a complete loss for words. Even though I was a mother of two growing children and a loving husband. I wasn’t even thinking about being a queen or really a ruler of anything. I have been so consumed with running all my life where I was too focused on keeping my true identity a secret. "Guys I am honored to think that you want me to be the queen of the Seven kingdoms. But I…I don't think I am meant for such a thing."

"You have done a great job with attending to the Rock household. Lynesse, you are so confident on dragon 's back. You risk your life for your people and you don't live by the sane Fire and Blood." Jaime declared placing his hand on my cheek making me turn my head looking at him directly in those bright green orbs. "I told you I would follow you wherever you go, you are my queen now and always."

Sansa shifts in her seat with her hands resting in her lap smiling at me. "You've always been looking out for me and Arya even after you learned who you really were. Lynesse, you have a good heart and you never wanted to use Joanna to get an advance in a battle. You would be a good queen."

"Lynesse, I have seen that you are different from most ladies in our realm the night we met at Winterfell so long ago. And if I recall you once told me that Rhaenyra Targaryen, daughter of Viscerys declared to you in a dream that she believed you were meant for the throne.” Tyrion slowly walked forward much to Grey Worms grumbling that he should stop moving but no one else stops him. “I understand that you might not want it but you are one of the best people that I know in my life..I would bend the knee to you, Lynesse Targaryen.”

All the other lords and ladies turned their heads in my direction. I felt uneasy. Rocking little Eddard in my arms I distracted myself as best I could looking at him. He opened his eyes real big staring up at me. Sucking in a sharp breath I swore that I was staring at my father or at least understanding what he had told me years ago.

"A Lord or Lady makes the hard decisions to protect their people…even when they are afraid." My father Ned told me and Robb as he was showing us where his sister Lyanna and his brother Brandon were buried in the crypt underneath the castle.

Robb glanced back at his father, confused pulling his fur cloak around himself more. “What are you trying to say, father?”

“Is this like anyone can be killed even if they are the greatest fighter in the world?” I questioned him, crossing my arms over my chest. Even though it was frowned upon by my mother Catelyn I had managed to slip away so I could learn lessons from my father. I had learned more from him than I would learning to sew a needle and thread.

Our father turned to face both of us. He had his right hand resting on his sword that he named Ice. “You are right, Cadence. That anyone can be killed but that is not what I am talking about. I am talking about that as the ruler of this house I wake every morning with fear and go to bed with fear in the night.”

“How can a man be brave if he is afraid?” Robb glanced between him and I.

He smiled simply, straightening his back shifting his gaze from each of us. “That is the only time a man or woman can be afraid my children. Now come we should go get ready for dinner.”

Robb headed up the stairs and he started to follow until I called his name, making our father pause in his steps. “Father, do you think someday when the world knows the truth about me…about my parents. Will they accept me or will I have to be afraid for the rest of my life?”

“Lynesse, my dragon. I have faith that one day you will find a group of people who will accept you.” He declares stepping forward kissing the crown of my head making me smile. “If you ever become queen you will do just fine so long as you follow the tips that I have taught you.”

“Lynesse, what do you say?” Jaime’s voice pulls me from my trance where I shake my head.

Brushing hair behind my ear he shifted Rhaenyra in her arm. “The realm won’t accept me as its queen…but I know someone they will, Bran.” Eyeing my brother in his wheelchair he just sent me a nod not saying a word.

“There's nothing in the world more powerful than a good story. Nothing can stop it. No enemy can defeat it. And who has a better story... than Bran the Broken? The boy who fell from a high tower and lived. He knew he'd never walk again, so he learned to fly. He crossed beyond the Wall, a crippled boy, and became the Three-Eyed Raven. He is our memory, the keeper of all our stories. The wars, weddings, births, massacres, famines. Our triumphs, mm, our defeats, our past. Who better to lead us into the future?” Tyrion caught onto my suggestion locking his eyes with the young living Stark child.

Sansa glanced between him then back at me and my husband. She absolutely loved that I had children even if they did share blood with the women who killed her father. “Bran has no interest in ruling and he can't father children.”

“Good.” Tyrion chuckled dryly at her glancing over his shoulder at Grey Worm. “Sons of kings can be cruel and stupid, as you well know. His will never torment us….That is the wheel our queen wanted to break.”

He faced our group of leaders once more slowly walking forward until he was so close to me and Bran. “From now on, rulers will not be born. They will be chosen on this spot by the lords and ladies of Westeros... to serve the realm. I know you don't want it. I know you don't care about power. But I ask you now, if we choose you...will you wear the crown? Will you lead the Seven Kingdoms to the best of your abilities from this day until your last day?”

“Why do you think I came all this way?” Bran replied simply.

Tyrion raised his head declaring a vote. “To Brandon of House Stark...I say aye.” Everyone around us declared yes in agreement.

“Lynesse, you shall rule by my side.” Bran turned in his chair so he could face me as best possible. “I know you have good judgment even if you don’t think you do. You have a good heart and a fighting spirit. And you are the last Taragaryn who never used her dragon except to stop the army of the dead.”

Blankly staring at him I still didn’t understand why they thought I would be a good queen. I mean yes did I have a dream about a dragon queen from 200 years before we ever existed. Yet it didn’t mean I would be a good leader. “Bran, I love you. And I appreciate that you all think I would make a good queen but why me, why?”

“Jaime, would you mind?” Bran gestured for him to push the wheelchair closer so my husband got up pushing the chair closer to me with his left hand. While he had his right arm secured on holding our daughter so he didn’t drop her. “I choose you to rule by my side as the realm’s queen because no one else was chosen to find this…The three eyed Raven predicted that you would one day become a queen and so today is now clearly that day. ” He drew out Rhaenyra’s crown hanging on the back of my chair.

Jaime rose to his feet, handing our daughter over to his brother for a moment so he could take the crown from my cousin’s hands. He drifted his gaze down to me, waiting for him to declare. “All hail Bran the Broken, First of His Name, King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Six Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm.”

Everyone in our circle of leaders responded back. “All hail Bran the Broken!”

“All hail Lynesse the Last Targaryen, First of her name, Queen of the Andals and the First Men, Lady of Casterly Rock, Stark raised true, Lady of the Six Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm.” Tyrion made up his own declaration for me nodding to his older brother smiling proudly.

Everyone once more responded. “All hail Lynesse the Last Targaryen!”

“Lynesse-Cadence Targaryen-Stark-Lannister you shall forever be my Queen from this day until your last day.” Jaime Lannister, the man that I never thought I would fall in love with through an arranged marriage grinned. He gently sat the golden crown on my head slowly dropping onto a knee as he did so never breaking eye contact with me.

Bran titled his head to the side watching as Tyrion handed my daughter over to Sansa. Grey Worm stepped forward to lead him away. “Lord Tyrion... you will be my Hand.”

“N-- No, Your Grace, I don't want it.” He stuttered, glancing in my direction. “I couldn’t possibly, my queen.”

Bran said back. “And I don't want to be king.”

“Nor I queen, especially not without you to guide us.” I added on when Jaime rises to his feet coming to stand behind me resting his real hand on my shoulder.

He shakes his head trying to still turn down the job. “I don't deserve it. I thought I was wise, but I wasn't. I thought I knew what was right, but I didn't. Choose Ser Davos. Choose anyone else.”

“I choose you.” Bran sniped.

Jaime smirked, pointing his index finger at his little brother smiling proudly. “She won’t take the job without you, little brother. You have to accept this.”

Grey Worm cut in. “You cannot.”

“Yes, I can. I'm king.” Bran pointed out sternly but still in a kind tone.

He didn’t agree. “This man is a criminal. He deserves justice.”

“Grey Worn, I don’t think I need to remind you of her presence…” I trailed off lifting my head up where everyone lifted their heads seeing that Joanna was watching from one of the high cliffs above our heads. “I aim to change what my blood relatives have done. But you will learn your place and accept that he will meet the punishment we set for him.”

“He just got it. He's made many terrible mistakes. He's going to spend the rest of his life fixing them.” Bran added on placing his hand over mine making Eddard clap his hands together. We were the future of Westeros and he would have to accept that things would be changing in the years to come.

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a-song-of-quill-and-feather · 3 years

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The Other Stark Girl - Character Posters

Jon Arryn & Robert Baratheon | Aerys Targaryen & Rhaella Targaryen

Eddard Stark | Catelyn Tully

Rhaegar Targaryen & Lyanna Stark | Elia Martell

Taglist: @tessasocs @perfectlystiles @wokenhardies @zeleniafic @eddysocs @foxesandmagic @raith-way @fyeahnevilleslongbottomsocs @kazinejghafa @jewelswrites-ish @akabluekat @anna-phora @booty-boggins @stilynskii @bitter-post-millennial @lokitrasho {wanna be added?}

Alys Stark Taglist: @golden-limbs

The Other Stark Girl Taglist: @within-thehollowcrown

#the other stark girl #got fic #asoiaf fic #roberts rebellion era #my edit #character posters #ch: jon arryn #ch: robert baratheon #ch: aerys targaryen #ch: rhaella targaryen #ch: eddard stark #ch: catelyn tully #ch: rhaegar targaryen #ch: lyanna stark #ch: elia martell #i call this the rebellion focused grouping #i have another post of character posters after this #again really like how these all look #simple but i dig em

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janiedean · 5 years

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Your opinion on Jaime/Lyanna Stark? I know she isn’t a character if we speaking honestly but I just find out that this ship exists and I curious what you think. Especially with possibility in au in this ship Jaime be Jon’s father (i know that his papa will always be Ned but it could be quite something - stark and Lannister)

oh I think there’s a lot of people into it, I’ve seen a lot of edits around - personally I’m meh on it mostly because I’m neutral on lyanna and when it comes to shipping j. with women that aren’t brienne my first choice is catelyn always and forever, but like... in itself it’s not bad because he’d be okay with her not wanting to be a **lady** and he’d find cool that she passed for a knight at some point (most likely) and if she was into rhaegar she certainly could be into him I mean hello fair-haired guys with light eyes who look hot ;), but I mean you won’t find me writing it or reading it anytime soon XD

#ch: jaime lannister #ch: lyanna stark #Anonymous #ask post

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caracynthia · 7 years

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"the knight of the laughing tree had vanished. the king was wroth, and even sent his son the dragon prince to seek the man, but all they ever found was his painted shield, hanging abandoned in a tree. it was the dragon prince who won that tourney in the end."

"oh." bran thought about the tale awhile. "that was a good story. but it should have been the three bad knights who hurt him, not their squires. then the little crannogman could have killed them all. the part about the ransoms was stupid. and the mystery knight should win the tourney, defeating every challenger, and name the wolf maid the queen of love and beauty."

"she was," said meera, "but that's a sadder story."

#asoiafedit #gotedit #gotlyannastark #gotrhaegartargaryen #rhaegar x lyanna #book: a song of ice and fire #ch: lyanna stark #ch: rhaegar targaryen #otp: but that's a sadder story #***#type: new

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alicenthiightower · 7 years

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the 'l' in lgbt stands for lyanna stark

#embrace the truth people #ch: lyanna stark #lit: a song of ice and fire #tv: game of thrones #got /

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caracarnn-archive · 2 years

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@inspireswar asked: ❝ will you sleep with me? i know how that sounds i just mean— i feel safe when you’re there. ❞

“of course.” he offers with a nod of his head as he shuffles a bit to grab his blanket and then moves to sit on the edge of the bed. he doesn’t lie down though, sleep hardly takes him these days, instead he rests back against the wall and looks down at her where she’s laying. they had met one another not too far from here, hiding out together for no other reason beside the fact that they seemed in need of someone to be there at their side. it was a hard road to be on alone. constantly Rand wondered if he was putting her at risk traveling beside her but she seemed to be road worn and being alone - with the things fluttering about in his head in the near distance - was something that was getting harder by the day. they had gotten this room, she had been the one to approach the innkeeper and he had snuck in afterward, so as to avoid trouble or talk. it was late. he didn’t much think sleep would find them. “are you okay?” he softly asks, drawing the blanket over him and even covering up one of her exposed arms with it.

#;threads #verse ; no longer see the sun ; private au #inspireswar #ch: lyanna stark

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mymothershumility · 3 years

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oftargaryenqueens asked: ❝ i will be a hero. ❞ [[ lyanna ]]

past transmissions || { always accepting }

{ @oftargaryenqueens }

“You needn’t go through such trouble,” Laira calls, watching as the wolf maiden stretches to take hold of a low hanging apple tree branch and swing herself up on to it. It is not the first time that the Crown Princess has seen the young girl do so. Since the girl had come to the capital with her brother some three years before, Laira believes that she has scaled nearly every tree within the gardens at some point.

Her past endeavors have been those of play, those meant for entertainment and for laughter. Now, Lyanna has her eyes set upon completing a task of decided heroism. She pulls herself higher into the branches of the tree, leaves quivering and limbs jarring as she moves. Halfway up the tree, a small kitten is holding to one of the branches, meowing practically every breath. It is the little animal that Lyanna is attempting to reach, slippered feet sliding along a thick branch as her hands hold firmly to another.

“I can send for one of the kitchen boys,” Laira reminds. “Or a guard.” Lyanna’s answering snort makes her smile, if only for a moment.

“The kitchen boys are lazy and the guards slow,” Lyanna calls. She needs only take two or three more steps. Then, she will be able to take hold of the kitten. “I will be a hero,” she says.

At her side, Laira feels a soft tug against her skirts. Her cousin, Lady Shireen, is looking up at her, bright blue eyes misty with tears.

“Is my kitty going to be okay?” the little girl asks. Her uncle, Renly, had frightened it up the tree that Lady Lyanna has now climbed. Shireen had been too small to climb after her kitten herself. She had run to her cousin and her ladies for help when she had realized such a thing.

“Your kitten will be fine,” Lyanna calls down. The little creature is now safely in her hold. She is beginning to make the slow trek back to the ground. “We shall go scold your uncle together for scaring it as he did once I am back with you on solid ground.”

#oftargaryenqueens #;transmissions #v; our flame burns on and on #ch; lyanna stark

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