#c meera

[ariadnewhitlock]

A Cup of Stars || Meera & Ariadne

TIMING: Current-ish, early this week LOCATION: Best Exotic Herbal Tea PARTIES: Meera @the-haunteang and Ariadne @ariadnewhitlock SUMMARY: Ariadne goes to explore the tea shop, and she and Meera talk. Ariadne tells Meera that she wants to take friends to the tea shop. It's soft. CONTENT WARNING: None

“Good morning!” Meera cheerfully greeted the woman that just entered her family shop, with a warm smile and an excited wave. The Best Exotic Herbal Tea Shop was supposedly one of the oldest businesses in the town of Wicked’s Rest, though its current owner, Meera, hadn’t really bothered to verify that information. To her, it was good enough that her grandmother had always spoken about it, included it in their age-old catalogs, and no one else has disputed the fact.

The Ghazi siblings, who usually manned the counter, were currently busy with other customers, so it was up to the usually reserved Meera to try and do her best not to get distracted by the ghost of a random relative just staring at her from the door, slightly behind the other woman. Years ago, it would have been quite the most jarring of sights. These days, however, she was getting used to it. “How can I help you?” 

Having more than one place to go and get tea wasn’t a bad thing, by any means. Supporting local shops was important - a belief that Ariadne had all on her own, but one that was certainly aided by the fact that her family had a business of their own that relied on support from the town in order for it to be successful.

“I - what is your favorite tea to get?” Ariadne glanced up at the listing. “I’m big on tea - not like, an expert, I just like how it tastes, and I also like to listen to what others have to say.” She gave a small huff. “So. Yeah. Are you able to give me recommendations? If that’s asking too much, just tell me. I don’t want to be a bother.”

“Me, personally?” Meera was caught offguard by the question. She had been asked the same thing, of course, countless of times before, but it always catches her offguard. It was the same kind of question as when someone asks a mother who their favorite child was. Meera couldn’t choose. All her life, she had known tea, a lot of them, perhaps more than any one person should, but in her defense, her family was in the business. “I guess it depends on the time of day and the mood I’m in, but nothing can beat Assam or Darjeeling for me.”

Of course, she’d choose those two. They were from home, a part of her life she had barely known, she could no longer go back to for fear of the thousands and hundreds of dead relatives that would swarm her as soon as she stepped foot in that continent. There were already too many for her to handle in this part of the world. Meera shook her head, mustering enough strength to retain her smile, before continuing. “It’s not a bother, not at all, but I suppose we can start with what tea have you had recently and if you’d like to try something new?” 

“Yes - you’re the expert.” Ariadne sighed, “I didn’t - it’s also okay if you don’t want to tell me, but both of those teas sound wonderful.” There was something enchanting about getting to talk to someone who was such an expert at something so beautiful, and she regretted not having been to the shop many times before.

“I had rooibos last night, and also a chamomile. This morning I had Irish Breakfast, I think?” Ariadne thought for a moment, and then nodded. “Yes, that. I will admit I am fond of making teas quite sweet - but I do genuinely like the flavor too. But yes, I think I might like to try something new - or at least - well, yeah, actually - up for trying basically anything.”

Meera found the sigh a little discomforting. Although she tried her best not to show it, she was taken aback by the response. Was it something she said? Before she could ask that very question, she found a different ghostly relative staring at the customer, appearing right behind her. He didn’t make any sound, didn’t move their graying lips, only stared with those large empty eyes. Feigning a cough, Meera did her best not to focus on the ghost. They were neither buying nor selling anything. “O-oh, I wouldn’t call myself an expert,” she went on. “We do actually have one but they’re out at the moment.”

Wherever those two were, Meera didn’t want to know. The pair of so-called experts had been working for her mother before she passed and maybe even for her grandmother and her grandmother’s mother. She wasn’t quite sure about that part. But they were full of knowledge about teas, far more than Meera herself could ever hope to have. She knew her chamomiles and lavenders, Assams and Ceylons, but those guys were on another level. 

“Oh, well, in that case,” Meera turned her back to the customer to browse the shelf on the wall, which contained a selection of different teas. When she turned to Ariadne again, she held in her hands two different boxes. “Some teas ARE sweeter than others, so maybe you’d like to try some pandan leaf tea or star anise tea?”

She could see, for only a moment, an expression of unease wash over the woman’s face. Even though she hadn’t done anything to scare her, Ariadne couldn’t help but feel at fault. “I - sorry, I’ve just never met someone so wonderfully dedicated to tea before, and I think that surprised me.” She plastered a smile on her face, doing her best to force herself to relax, as much as was possible. “That’s totally fine, I’d probably be like, super unimpressive to them, anyhow.” She offered the other woman a small smile.

“I’d love either of those.” Her smile grew, “could - yeah, I’d even take both, if you wanted?” Ariadne nodded, “though not at the same time, I don’t know if that would work out so well.” She tapped her fingers on the countertop for a moment, before stopping, worrying that it would only draw that same expression of unease that her sigh had, earlier.

“Oh,” came Meera’s meek reply. She wasn’t quite sure what to make of the apology. Although she took the compliment as a, well, compliment, Meera has never been good at actually stating the obvious when it came down to it. Like, what was she even supposed to say? Thank you? She felt that was not enough to express how much she appreciated the customer’s sentiment, but at the same time, just saying it out loud, as is, felt like too much, too. “I don’t know… You’re…pretty…impressive to me.” What.

Meera feigned a cough, trying her best to move past that weird reply from herself, though she stumbled a few more times, unsure how to actually do that and whether she could even do that. “Tell you what, since it’s your first time here,” she did look too young to be an old customer, and if she’d been around, Meera would have remembered her…right? “Why don’t I give you 50% off on both? That way, it wouldn’t be too much of a waste if you end up not liking them!” Maybe this was why Meera wasn’t doing better business than usual, though to be fair, she was never a good businesswoman to begin with anyway.

“I’m really not too impressive but, uh, thank you?” Ariadne squeezed her eyes shut. This whole encounter was something she wanted to apologize for. She’d invaded the woman’s space (even if it was a shop, technically) and hadn’t done anything to make her feel more at ease. If anything, she just seemed to keep making it worse.

“I - really? I’d love that, but that’s really a lot of you to offer, to a stranger. So how about, if I do like them, I pay you what I’d owe you?” Ariadne suggested. “It feels like theft or something, otherwise, but if you want to give me the discount, you can.”

Meera gave her a fervent nod with a warm smile to boot not unlike that of a child that just got patted on the head for acing a test that was more important to their parent. It wasn’t a familiar state of being for the tea shop owner, as it had been her childhood. To be fair, however, her mother just wanted to ensure her survival, all things considered. It was hard enough to raise a child on her own in an unfamiliar place, but to raise a child who could see their dead relatives while their dead relatives kept stalking them? It was too much, something that was now akin to a nightmare for Meera herself.

“That’s okay with me, too,” Meera tried her best to make the young woman more comfortable than she seemed. “Whatever feels right for you.” 

She wanted to argue about that statement regarding the theft but felt unprepared to do so. What did Meera even know about theft? She’s been hauntingly sheltered all her life, trapped in the walls of her family’s overbearing tradition. The tea shop’s walls even felt like they were designed to keep her in. She did not have any cause to resort to thievery, not even a hint of desperation or curiosity. That and a dead relative was always watching. That was more stressful to her than getting thrown in jail for stealing a piece of gum. “Would you like anything else?”

“I just like to be honest and kind whenever possible, and I wouldn’t want to cheat you out of anything is all.” Ariadne sighed. She wanted the woman to like her, except she got the feeling that perhaps she was trying too hard. That perhaps all the effort that went into reassuring the woman was actually making her more hesitant about Ariadne. She did her best not to focus on that too much, and to instead focus herself on the tea. Which was, after all, the original point of her outing. Not totally embarrassing herself around someone cool would have just been a nice bonus.

“Do you have any cookies or cakes? I’ll pay for those too, I promise!” Ariadne squeaked, “but the tea all on its own is also perfect. Better than perfect, even.” Okay, now even she could tell that she was trying too hard. She took a deep breath. “I like it here. I might bring a friend of mine sometime. I think they’d like it too.”

“That’s fair,” Meera gave the young woman a warm smile. She was pleased at that response. Although she did like handing out discounts like there was no tomorrow, which most likely meant that she wasn’t that great of a businesswoman compared to her late mother and late grandmother, Ariadne’s words felt genuine. Or at least genuine enough to make her feel better even if her most generous offer was denied. “You’re a nice person.”

Usually, when someone declined Meera’s offer, it was because they wanted something else. Or they felt like too proud to accept what they felt was a ‘handout.’ That wasn’t always the case, though. She was sure of that. But it did feel like that most of the time. It wasn’t like she was a mind reader to know what people really thought. She was something else. A ghost watcher. Something like that. 

“Hmm, well, we do have something back there,” Meera moved toward the part of the counter to the side that had some pastries left on display. There used to be more over there, at least more earlier, but other customers have purchased them. What were left weren’t the usual kinds of pastries one would find at a bakery, most of all a tea shop. They were Indian pastries. From her father’s side of the family. Things she didn’t even have on a daily basis while she was growing up. “Oh, we still have a few Dharwad peda and Mysore pak! The peda is made with sugar and buffalo milk while the pak a buttery and dense cookie prepared in ghee. Dharwad and Mysore are places in India.” After the brief summary, she offered her a piece each to taste.

The woman was actually smiling now, which did a wonder for Ariadne’s nerves. Of course, she was practically positive that nothing could make them go away entirely, but any sort of lessening was more than welcome. “You’re a nice person too.” She offered her a small smile. “I just figure there’s not really ever a point to not being nice, really.”

She’d been raised to not take too much for granted - to be grateful - and Ariadne was, easily so, perhaps absurdly easily so sometimes - but she also knew that along with that came necessary respect, and it seemed overdue here, especially if the woman was out and about offering discounts to nearly everyone who entered the store. Not that she was rich - she never had been, but she believed very much in giving what was deserved.

“Those both sound amazing,” Ariadne took a small piece of each, taking care to chew each slowly, “and they both are amazing. This time I think I’ll go with the Dharward peda - which I hope I didn’t completely mess up the pronunciation of, but something advertised as having sugar is pretty much always gonna win me over.”

No point in not being nice… Those words reverberated in Meera’s head as her smile never left her lips. Truly the same words she has tried to live by, all things considered. To be fair, Meera had never encountered any reason, or point, to not be nice to someone, anyone at all, but that was mostly because she usually spent her days within the walls of her family’s tea shop. 

Maybe if she had time to go out, mix and mingle, Meera could find a reason, a point, to not be nice to someone, maybe one of those Internet goblins in person. “Why, thank you! That’s so…nice of you to say!” She beamed, thinking she was so witty for that play on words.

“Oh, don’t worry about it! New words in new languages of new cultures can take some learning,” Meera gracefully rang the additional purchase after leaving the two samples with the young woman, having gestured for her to finish them or just leave them there if she couldn’t. Forcing someone to do either was a bad habit everyone tends to mistake as a good one. People should have the freedom to decline offers and kind gestures and what-not. “Here you go! Enjoy them together!”

“Thank you.” Ariadne offered her another small smile. “It’s - I appreciate the pun. Joke? Whatever you just did.” Again, there wasn’t anything but complete and total honesty, even if she wasn’t totally sure she was making anything other than a fool of herself, but right now she wasn’t going to focus on that.

“I just wouldn’t want to sound ignorant or anything,” Ariadne bit her lip, “but thanks.” She took another bite of the sample, the taste something incredibly satisfying. “Oh - really? Together? I promise I don’t always repeat things quite this much, but uh…” her voice trailed off. “Anyhow, these are both wonderful. Is - I have a friend, who I might want to bring here, sometime. Would that be okay?”

Meera didn’t know what it was either. Was it a pun? She wouldn’t necessarily chuck it in the same company as ‘dad jokes.’ Those were mostly puns, weren’t they? Was it a joke? Sort of? She wanted it to come off as at least humorous but there was no set-up, at least nothing that wasn’t just recycled into it, and no hilarious punchline. Basically, she just repeated what Ariadne had said for the most part. Either way, though, she was just glad it was appreciated, so to speak, and she acknowledged that a polite smile and a brief nod. 

“Together,” Meera nodded again, gesturing toward the purchase. “They do taste great together, but of course, feel free to take them separately or with others that may be more suitable to your taste and preference. Dharward peda should go well with any tea.” At least she hoped. Truth be told, Meera hadn’t tried it with all the teas. There were far too many possible combinations out there, and she hadn’t even tried all the teas that existed. “Yes! That would be lovely! Bring everyone! All your friends. We’d love to meet them and share our love of teas with your friends and family!”

“You know so much.” Ariadne said, eyes wide, truly in awe. “I’m for sure gonna come back.” There was no reason not to, with the drinks and good being as good as they were, and with the women being so endlessly kind and accommodating. “I don’t - well, I don’t have a lot of friends, but I can bring the ones I do have, promise!” 

She took another bite of her dessert and a sip of the tea. “These are perfect.” Another nod. “You know, I’m really glad I came here.”

#wickedswriting #a cup of stars #chatzy #writing #c meera #// meera and dee are both perfect!! #i loved this thread so much :') it's really soft and i can't wait to write more with these two

[florbelles]

MEERA GOSWAMI. call of duty.

i’m not threatening you, but i have a really strong urge to physically assault you.

— for @echo3-1 xx

#TY FOR TRUSTING ME BELOVED #c: meera goswami #other ocs #*

[wintervsuns]

DURING THE TIME SKIP; Following the return of the northern fighting forces from the iron war. // @northernseer

Lord Brandon Karstark, the Sun of Winter and the Hand of the King was wed to Lady Meera Reed within the Godswood at Winterfell. It was a private, intimate event; if not interrupted by the Sea Wolf entering and standing at the back of the gathering in the Godswood, a strange phantom. It was followed by a night of feasting and revelery, where the Northern court and their guests took the chance to bask in winter’s sun once - for they had made it out of the other side, again.

#c: meera #Plot development.

[tv-moments]

Ms. Marvel

“Destined”

Director: Meera Menon

DoP: Carmen Cabana

#Ms. Marvel #Destined #Ms. Marvel S01E03 #miniseries #Meera Menon #Carmen Cabana #Iman Vellani #Kamala Khan #Zenobia Shroff #Muneeba Khan #Freddy Syborn #A. C. Bradley #Matthew Chauncey #Bisha K. Ali #Disney+ #Disney Platform Distribution #Marvel Studios #TV Moments #TV Series #TV Show #television #TV #TV Frames #cinematography #June 22 #2022

[songbirdsmelodies]

A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE MUSES.

— Tyene Sand.

born: 276/277AC

zodiac sign: scorpio

nationality: dornish

ethnicity: mixed; reach & dornish (rhoynar ancestry)

appearance: innocent, otherworldly demeanor, blonde hair, blue eyes, fair skin

fc: canon: anastasia tsilimpiou, modern: rose bertram

— Margaery Tyrell

born: 283 AC in highgarden

zodiac sign: gemini

nationality: reach

ethnicity: reach (andal)

appearance: soft brown curls, brown doe eyes, fair skin, praised for beauty, and is said to have a resemblance to lyanna stark (arguable)

fc: canon: natalie dormer; modern: marilyn lima

— Arya Stark

born 289 AC in winterfell

zodiac sign: aries

nationality: northern

ethnicity: northern (first men)

appearance: straight brown hair, elongated face shape, grey eyes, fair skin, resembling her aunt lyanna a lot in appearance; the Stark look.

fc: canon & modern: maisie williams

— Doreah

born: 278/279 AC in lys

zodiac sign: cancer

nationality & ethnicity: lysene & mixed

appearance: blonde hair, blue eyes, fair skin, valyrian features, resembling Daenerys somewhat

fc: canon: ece cesmioglu, modern: bryana holly

— Rhaenys Targaryen

born: 280 AC in dragonstone

zodiac sign: libra

nationality: crownlands & dornish

ethnicity: dornish (rhoynar) & valyrian

appearance: is said to resemble her mother strikingly, martell looks; soft curly dark brown hair, either hazel-brown (or alternatively purple) eyes, olive skin

fc: canon: anya chalotra; modern: mina el hammani

— Jeyne Poole

born 286/287 AC in winterfell

zodiac sign: virgo

nationality: northern

ethnicity: northern (first men)

appearance: large brown eyes, brown hair, fair skin, a resemblance to arya stark, is said to be pretty

fc; canon & modern: meganne young

— Melisandre of Asshai

born: unknown time; physically aged roughly mid twenties

zodiac sign: sagittarius

nationality: essosi

ethnicity: unknown, essosi/mixed

appearance: red hair, ruby colored eyes, fair skin, attractive features, tall, curvy, ample bosom

fc: canon: meryem uzerli; modern: elena satine, sepideh delavar

— Lynesse Hightower

born: 272/273 AC in oldtown

zodiac sign: pisces

nationality: reach

ethnicity: reach (andal)

appearance: silver-gold hair, light skin, blue-violet eyes, delicate appearance; compared to look like the Maiden, and look similar to Daenerys Targaryen.

fc: canon: holliday grainger, modern: camille razat

— Valena Toland

born: ca. 277 AC

zodiac sign: Gemini

nationality: dornish

ethnicity: dornish, rhoynar ancestry

appearance: blaze of red hair, tall, tanned/olive skin, brown eyes, softly freckled

fc: canon & modern: mecia simson

— Laena Velaryon

• born: late 92AC or 93AC

• zodiac sign: Scorpio

• ethnicity: valyrian, black (mixed)

• nationality: valyrian, westerosi

• appearance: valyrian features, her mother’s beauty, silver hair & purple eyes; dark skin, tall

• fc: canon: savannah steyn & nanna blondell; modern: kylie bunbury

— Daenerys Targaryen: on @maizhavvorsi

• born: 284 AC

• zodiac sign: Aries

• ethnicity: Valyrian

• nationality: Crownlands, Valyrian

• appearance: silver-gold hair, purple eyes, fair skin, short stature

• FC: Emilia Clarke

— Allyria Dayne on @ladyallydayne

born: between 276-283AC

zodiac sign: Pisces

ethnicity: stony Dornish

nationality: Dornish

appearance: brown hair, purple eyes, tanned skin, medium tall height

FC: canon: Bruna Marquezine; modern: China Suarez

— Rosamund Lannister

born: ca. 290AC

zodiac sign: libra

ethnicity: andal

nationality: westerlander

appearance: straight golden blonde hair, emerald eyes, petite, said to have resemblance to her cousin Myrcella Baratheon

FC: emily alyn lind

— Meera Reed

born: 283AC

zodiac sign: Leo

ethnicity: crannogman, first man

nationality: northerner, crannog

appearance: curly brown hair, green eyes, short stature, subtle graceful walk

FC: canon: ellie kendrick; modern: lydia graham

Sylva Santagar:

born 276/277AC

ethnicity: Dornish, salty Dornish, rhoynar mixed

nationality: Dornish

appearance: dark hair, brown freckled skin(spotted skin, just like her sigil with spotted leopard, and being heir to spottswood)

FC: Anna shaffer (canon & modern)

Arianne Martell:

born 276 AC

ethnicity: dornish (salty dornish, rhoynar mixed)

nationality: dornish

appearance; dark curly hair, brown skin, brown eyes, curvy figure, short

FC: Medalion Rahimi, Sofia Wylie, Deepika Padukone, Shirine Boutella

#muses #bio #c: tyene #c: Jeyne #c: Doreah #c: arya #c: Margaery #c: Rhaenys #c: melisandre #c: lynesse #c: valena #c: laena #c: allyria #c: daenerys #c: rosamund #c: meera #c: sylva #c: arianne

[alysanaironsmith]

Who: @northernseer​ Where: Dorne

“Meera!” The Ruling Lady of Ironhall called out to her elder cousin, smiling when she caught sight of her. Her cousin had always been the closest that she had to a sister, even more so in recent years after the death of her parents, brother, and husband. While Alysana was a strong woman in her own right, she always felt more confident and at ease when in Meera’s presence. “I’m so glad to finally see you. It’s been too long.” She was glad that the meetings in Dorne had brought old friends and new together. Hopefully it would be more prosperous than what happened at the last gathering in the North. 

Alysana embraced her in a hug. “How are you? Well I hope.” For someone who had lost so much the young woman was surprisingly resilient and able to put a smile on her face. Otherwise she risked the grief consuming her and those moments were reserved behind a locked door in her personal chambers. 

#{{c; the cousins reed | meera}}

[honeysmokedham]

@the-haunteang

A bear? With your bare hands? That can't be right. That sounds more like a joke or a pun or something. Well, I mean, tea has many positive properties like [...] it increases my alertness and makes me feel good about my body inside and out. Is tea causing all this haunting

Yes, I fought a bear with my bare hands. Ham allowed me to do it. Ham gives me triple the alertness you have, and I have never felt bad about my body inside or out. I'm built differently. Stronger. Better.

#c #c: meera

[ohsymphony]

🖤 🧡🧛🏽‍♀️for being a badass with a good heart, have a pair of fangs to bite your favorite mutuals! 🧛🏽‍♀️🧡🖤 (Pass it on to your favs)

thank you so much bby!! kisses and bites for you!!

#c loves love #meera <3

[commanderthalys]

I was tagged by the lovely @i-mybrunettelady for this ^^

-- B A S I C S

name: Thalyssera

nicknames: Choya, Thalys

birthday: May 28th

race: pale tree sylvari

gender: nonbinary (she/her)

orientation: bisexual

profession: pact commander, post EoD is semi retired and does various pact jobs after several months of vacation

-- P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

hair: patina, short length

eyes: sun

skin: green olive, succulent texture

tattoos/scars: missing her right leg below the knee, the remaining stump is covered in scorch marks. Also has several tattoos! The largest is a raptor skull decorated with flowers on her back. She has a small pact symbol tattoo on the right base of her neck. Her left arm is tattooed with vines, and on her left calf she has two cogs, I talked about them a little more here!

-- F A M I L Y

parents: The Pale Tree

siblings: Trahearne

grandparents: Does Mordremoth even count

in laws and others: Amelarius (romantic partner), Aurene (like her niece), Neil (friend), Caithe (romantic partner), Callum + Meera (friends), Tonn (friend), Tybalt Leftpaw (friend), Carys and Tegwen (friends), Taimi (friend), Braham (friend), The rest of DW (coworkers who she likes but isn't incredibly close to), Clementine (former pet turned friend, it's a long story)

pets: formerly Clementine, Streamline (old raptor, died during PoF)

-- S K I L L S

abilities: after the Clementine incident she inherited some iboga features and can spit acid from openings in her face. Good at close combat both unarmed and with daggers. Decent with guns as well, and can be stealthy when needed thanks to her whisper's training. Can soulbind with her pet if she has one.

hobbies: Training and generally working with raptors, sparring and working out, hiking, fishing with Neil. Overall any activity outdoors, she loves games as well as relaxing nature walks!

-- T R A I T S

most positive trait: Her optimism and determination! She works hard and plays hard, and refuses to give up fighting for what she believes in. She's incredibly devoted to her work and genuinely believes that the world is worth saving.

most negative trait: her ruthlessness. If she believes her goal is the right one she'll stop at nothing to get it, no matter who may ultimately stand in her way, and she's incredibly brutal when she feels that it's necessary.

-- L I K E S

colors: copper, turquoise, earth tones overall

smells: cooked meats, fresh grass, wood burning, ocean air

textures: rough, dry, bumpy, coarse

drinks: lemonade and fruit juices!

-- O T H E R D E T A I L S

smokes: no

drinks: not anymore, used to heavily at one point

drugs: no

been arrested: yes

taggin but no pressure!!! @baronvonscrufflebutt @manasurge @mystery-salad @brightwingedbat @wilsons-journey @ratasum @pyppyn @twilightdomain @commanderjuni @ancientkarka @the-desert-beast @sunsrefuge @s0urfangs @dotmander @aetherblooms @the-elven-star

and anyone else who sees this, feel free to hop on! that's right! You there!

#thalys #tag game

[ashleyfanfic]

WIP Title Game

Thank you@pearlypairings for tagging me!

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

YOU GUYS ASKED FOR IT - this is just the list until I got tired of scrolling

The Real World

Arranged marriage 7

hellcheer zombie au

Three men and a baby

Scarecrow

Untitled document

fuck you fuck you fuck you you're cool i'm out

legends novel

7deadly sins

dany twins 2

Bran 106

Chrissy Lives outline

survived the upside down

Jon 105

103 Meera

c&c 5

Dragons 26

Three times Eddie drives and one time Chrissy does

Rewrite 4

Chapter 15

When Eddie Met Chrissy

Alpha Omega Hellcheer Nonsense

Moonlighting 1

Dragons 28

MHWFS 6

Polin Chapter 5

Hellcheer 3

Eddissy Christmas 3

Eddissy Christmas 2

Eddissy Christmas 1

Laura Cunningham

Thank you

Chrissy Dance

Pay Eddie

YMF Wedding

108 Jaime

MOF 14

Oral 6

Catch 12

When He Was Wicked 1

smut ff

pen pals

public sex

colin pen

wandering

oral 5

dragons 24 smut

angst

kinkfest 11

season 2

angsty polin

dramione bd 36

Feel free to send me an ask about any of them...

Tagging if you’re feeling it : @muttpeeta @combatfaerie @xxthewolvenstormxx @chrissy-n-eddie @chrissyfied @rizzlewrites @adecila @frostbitepandaaaaa

#my fan fic

[wintervsuns]

who: @northernseer​ where: the apartments of the hand of the king, the castle of winterfell when: over the time skip

it had been a day following the conversation that indicated towards a genuine glimmer of hope for the north; a chance to look forward at what could be instead of focusing on the ways of old and the age-old threat of the winter that no doubt would always come for them, time and time again. since the dawn of time itself, the lands of the north had found themselves desperately trying to merely survive; survive the winter, survive the cold, and merely make it out of the other side alive. though it had served them well enough up until now, it had served them well enough whilst they wore crowns and whilst they did not, brandon understood the vision some of the other lords had developed - the want for the north to do more than just survive.

it was rash to break an alliance with the blacks of dragonstone, now the blacks of kings landing; considering for a decade it was them the north had bent the knee and bled for time and time again, proclaiming the rightful heir to the throne as the princess rhaenyra and her sired line. they had a shared history, had a firm respect for one another; or at least, that was what brandon of house karstark would need to ensure was understood. respect for one another did no longer consist of bending the knee, but to look within the eyes.

the man had already made the order for the servants within the karstark household to begin to pack his belongings for a trip to kings landing, a journey that would no doubt take him through the length of westeros; his nature and his history with the targaryen queen was being counted on to bring forth the most useful of terms. he would not believe it manipulative, nor attempting to hoodwink the woman out of something - but rather the stance the sun of winter took when it came to the northern pride, and what it meant to be northern.

upon walking into the main gathering hall of his apartments, almost expecting to see his brother laying strewn gnawing at some piece of meat, he had instead found the lady meera of house reed. his expression softened slightly as he looked upon her silhouette stood there, the winter sun shaping her from glass windows behind her - the woman had returned from greywater watch in good time, as had been promised in her letters. when he stepped forward, he saw a slight expression of irritation upon her features, and a look of hurt etched into her orbs.

"what's happened?" the man asked, oblivious to the fact it may be his presence needing to leave that could cause such a look upon her face - they had spoken of his duties, and how he could find himself travelling for short periods of time. the man crossed the room toward his betrothed, slipping his sword belt from his waist and setting it down upon the wooden oak surface, flickering warm grey orbs back over to her. in some steps, he had closed the distance between them, towering over her as a hand movement to gently cup her porcelain cheek; though she tried not to look at him.

"look at me lass. what reason is there to have such a frown on a face like yours, eh?"

#c: meera #meera 005 #[ everything i hold dear resides in those eyes ] #[ call me your shadow; where you go i follow ]

[15-lizards]

ASOIAF American highschool AU bc I want them to suffer

-Jon is that guy you see in the hall all the time and he’s super cute but then you talk to him and he’s just. The most pretentious asshole you’ve ever met. He’s better than you bc he takes AP classes btw. And he’s on the basketball team but he’s brooding so he barely has any friends

-Dany is a little FREAK ugh I love her. She’s a GSA officer and wears weird clothes and cat ears to school and everyone makes fun of her but she’s the nicest person ever. Very passionate ab her special interests. super smart too like no one can say that she isn’t top of class

-Sansa is the nice popular religious girl who likes to make cookies for people. She’s like condescending nice though and is sweet to the losers mostly out of pity. Obsessed with Loras in a comphet way to cover her real crush on Margaery. She is on the swim team and loves to run the student council like the navy

-Arya is on the soccer and basketball team. Slightly to weird to be popular but too cool to be a loser. Kind of disruptive in class but it’s okay bc she’s funny. Definition of a low maintenance girl. Cuts her hair short and likes the way she looks in a sports bra and baggy clothes but has yet to find out what non-binary is

-Robb Homecoming King football captain you get the gist. Sincerely nice and is the one jock who’s on good terms with literally everyone in his classes. Tries his best to defend Jon (it is so hard) Has dated around but his most intense relationship is with his drug dealer burnout bestie Theon. They get jealous when the other starts dating a girl (both of them have yet to find out what bisexualism is)

-Joffrey is a grade A bitchass. He’s on the soccer or lacrosse team only because Cersei bribed the coach. No one really likes him but they hang around him anyway because he has a sick ass house and his moms hot. Thinks he’s smarter than he actually is, maintains a C- average

-Bran is that freshman you only see in khaki shorts and graphic t-shirts about bugs or some shit. Completely lives in his own world (autism slay!) and has trouble interacting with other kids. Besties with Meera and Jojen tho who just get him. Reads big ass philosophy books in his spare time

-Aegon is Dany’s cooler cousin. He’s way more popular than Jon and the two have a one sided rivalry that Jon made up in his head. Pretty nice to other people but he thinks he is such hot shit. His superiority complex is kinda crazy

-Theon graduated last year but still hangs around campus. Goes to Robb’s football games and sells drugs under the stands. “Where’s my hug at” guy. Drives a beat up Honda civic that’s on its last legs. Has multiple misdemeanors on his record. Robb thinks he can fix him

-Loras is Robb’s teammate who’s also mister popular. Already has a scholarship to a D1 school and is every teachers favorite (he takes advantage of this to skip class). Smart but doesn’t really try that hard in class. A classic DL gay guy who is in a situationship with grad student Renly after lying about his age on grindr

-Davos is everyone’s favorite History or English teacher. Gets invested in the students wellbeing. Gay kids LOVE him, he never can have a lunch period to himself those kids who are looking for a father figure are always eating lunch in his classroom. Has a loving wife and kids but is down bad for the eternally suffering Vice Principal Stannis

-Robert is the football coach and in most American schools you have to be a teacher to be a coach so he probably teaches health or sex Ed or some shit. Half asses his classes so he can go over film with his football players instead. You can hear him yelling from across campus. He is so loud

-Stannis is the vice principal who absolutely no one likes except Davos. Even the teachers don’t respect him. Has wanted to be principal for years but keeps getting fucked over by administration. Wants to move to a different school district so he can get a pay raise but the sexy Spanish teacher Mel is trying to convince him to blackmail the school board instead

-Tywin the principal. Used to be a AP US history or AP economics teacher but then discovered that he hated kids so he bullied and bribed his way into the principal position. Kids run when they hear him in the hallway with his walkie talkie crackling and his keys jangling. Lets Joffrey get away with everything bc he’s the principals grandson

-Cersei as the head of the school board. Always shoveling funds to her kids school instead of any of the other ones in the school district. Probably is in some sort of tax evasion or bribery scandal that Tywin is trying to cover up. Number one passive aggressive hater on Facebook

#ASOIAF shitposting #based on my experiences in an American public highschool #real dark days ages 14-17 were #time to project

[loveislandthegame-confessions]

Sent by anonymous:

“Really is a shame that they made Meera act like such a c*** after she was brought back from casa coz I really would have liked to be friends with her.”

POST/CONFESSIONS DO NOT REFLECT THE MOD PERSONAL OPINIONS!

#LITG #LITG season 5 #LITG Meera #love island the game #love island the game season 5 #loveislandthegame #loveislandthegameS5 #fusebox games #confession #mod-queen

[browser5]

Meet the Browns

On a sunny day, Adam Cambridge and Bridget Brown, the soon to be newlyweds, are visiting Bridget parents to have their first meeting. As they greet each other and sit down in the living room the mother blurts out an unexpected question.

Meera (Mom):

So Adam, have you ever knocked anyone up?

Adam:

Umm, sorry?

Bridget:

MOM ?!

Meera:

What?? We want a lot of grand kids and we need to see if he can breed you properly.

Adam:

Well- If you want I can just go get tested-

Meera:

That's alright, we'll just do it now!

Now lets see here, he must have one of these flying around- Ahh, there!

The Mother gets up and picks a magazine and a fleshlight from a drawer, giving it to Adam, as Bridget looks devastated.

Adam:

Uhh, It might take a while...this is a bit weird

Meera:

Don't be embarrassed, take all the time you need, we'll be waiting here. Just leave the sample on the counter.

Isaac (Dad):

Don't disappoint us Adam. Bathrooms down the hall.

Meera:

...by the way, where is Thomas?

Their voices slowly lower as Adam walks anxiously to the bathroom as he hears a loud noise. He opens the door to the bathroom as a *wet strained fart* and an awful smell hits him.

Tad (Thomas):

Uhh...who are you?

Adam:

Oh...sorry. I'm Adam. I'll go-

Tad:

No no no, please, come in and *strained drop* Smell the flowers.

*Water plops as the man pushes out fat turds with sweat starting to build on his forehead*, scrunching up Adams face. He looks back as the Dad says

Isaac:

Tad, meet your new brother in law, Adam.

Adam, startled, looks back to Tad as he lets out the loudest fart he's ever heard, followed by more straining to push out his big shits.

Tad:

Yup...that's..me, Oh fuck it's like giving birth...Well, welcome to the family sigh Adam

His ass is crackling as he struggles to push out the next turd

Tad:

No don't break off.

Adam, still standing there both disgusted and impressed, looks back at the dad with a confused gaze, but he answers proudly.

Isaac:

Taught him how to do that. Heh, the men in this family shit big son.

Tad:

Yeah *diarrhea chunks* thanks *strain* dad.

Tad concentrates as his shit softens and now, he was letting out a slop of shit, which echoes trough the hallway.

Tad:

Groan fuck yeah, that had to come out...Hey dude, is that the new Playboy porn mag? Can I see it?

Tad snatches the magazine out of his hands and ogles at the pages

Tad:

Damn, she's got nice nips...ohh and you brought me one of my cum cups, sweet.

Tad starts getting excited, as he admires his porn, until he lets out a nice shart.

Tad:

Oup, here comes round two *hard Grunts*

The stud poops out more shit slop, filling the bowl up higher and higher.

Adam:

I'm sorry, but what did you eat, cough how can someone shit this much ?!?

Tad:

Um let's see, I had my protein shake today *Flattering fart* , then yesterday those beers Stomach *growl* , a Milkshake ummm *Grunting* Right, and that must be the KF- *Grunting and shit avalanche* ,C.

Adam starts coughing more, as the horrid smell from Tads hole is getting unbearable.

Tad:

Come on man, its not that bad *Inhale* ,if we're gonna be family, you'll soon get used to the smell. This is only my morning shit.

Adam:

Wait, there's more ?! I go to the bathroom maybe 3 times a week!

Tad:

Man, that's crazy, I hit the can at least 3 times a day. *Dark Fart*

Adam is starting to look annoyed, as Tad apparently cant stop feeding the toilet. But with a final *drop*, he answers.

Tad:

Ahhh that should be it...Ok man, phew ok that does smell, just give me a second to catch my breath...

Adam looks relieved that its over, but then, Tads stomach starts *growling* like an earthquake and they both look into each others shocked faces.

Tad:

Fuck, never mind. Those enchiladas are next. *Wet Fart*

Back in the living room, the girls are looking at each other, rolling their eyes, looking at the dad, who seems proud of his son, looking back at them and shrugging. In his mind, a toilet is there to be used, no need to be embarrassed or shameful. The sounds of Tads moans, farts and watery diarrhea exiting his ass fills the house.

Adam looks pained himself, as he can only imagine how it must feel to poop as much and hard as his new brother.

Tad, with a happy euphoric expression and closed eyes, breathes out as he now is completely empty.

Adam:

You ok? All done now?

Tad:

Haaa, yes all done. Could you uh *Fart*, give me some toilet paper over there

He looks over to the cupboard and gives Tad a roll for his ass

Tad:

*Deep Fart* Thanks.

Tad leans over and uses wipes

Tad:

Yup, that'll do, *Trembling fart*, oof...Alright, I fucking needed that.

Tad gets up and pulls up his jockstrap which barely conceals his boner, and tries to flush the toilet, which to Adams horror, is almost overflowing with all consistencies of shit.

Tad:

Hmm looks like I clogged it, heh, Hey Dad! I clogged it again, fifth time this week!

Isaac:

You did good son, that my boy!

Adam:

Five times? But today is only Tuesday.

Tad:

Great, now to top everything off I need to jerk off. Hey man, you can have your playboy back, that dump was so good I don't need it.

He winks at Adam, as he pats his shoulder with his unwashed hands.

Tad:

Sorry dude, I'll text the plumber to come over, luckily they are next door. Uhh, You can use my moms bathroom, my dads is still broke from yesterday.

Walking towards the door, until the Mom shouts from the living room:

Meera:

No honey, he doesn't need to go, he's supposed to do a sperm test!

Tad:

Ohhhh, why didn't you say so, go ahead man, have fun! But I'd wait a bit until the smell dies down a litt-

Adam:

I don't need it anymore

Tad:

What?...Ouhh

A small stain and a bulge in Adams pants shows that he already has completed the deed. Tad chuckles heartily.

Tad:

come on you perv, I'll lend you one of my grey sweatpants.

Adams takes his pants off and holds his hands in front of his private bits, following Tad up to his room. As he passes by the living room, he says:

Adam:

Umm, I left the underpants on the counter, like you wanted.

The mother and Father nod and Bridget sits on the other side, flushed at the whole situation.

Seems that Adams in laws aren't stuffy at all, but rather open and laid back.

END.

#coprophilia #eproctophilia #relief #poopstories #fanfic #shit

[waitingforwinterwinds]

ASOS; Steel and Snow: 24 BRAN II (pages 331-343)

Bran's northern roadtrip team walks and walks and walks, shares a cave with a kindly stranger to get out of the rain, and Meera retells the story of how their dads met.

The Reader has a brain fail and experiences an entirely new level of Crack.

-

Bran made a face at her. "But you just said you hated them." "Why can't it be both?" Meera reached up to pinch his nose. "Because they're different," he insisted. "Like night and day, or ice and fire." "If ice can burn," said Jojen in his solemn voice, "then love and hate can mate. Mountain or marsh, it makes no matter. The land is one." "One," his sister agreed, "but over wrinkled."

Meera understands how tectonics > mountains.

Oh my gosh they sound tired-drunk. You know, when you go hiking and or on long roadtrips, or you just stay up all night for sleep overs, and you hit that point where you're just so tired you might as well be drunk? yeah, that.

"-or ice and fire." "If ice can burn," oh hey sentences that sound strangely like foreshadowing.

Some days it rained, some days were windy, and once they were caught in a sleet storm so fierce that even Hodor bellowed in dismay. On the clear days, it often seemed as if they were the only living things in all the world.

The north is Australia confirmed. There were mentions in the early GoT chapters, the north is as big as the other six kingdoms combined, but with a much smaller populace. All the talk of isolation, but it's never really enough to prepare the mind for the sheer emptiness of it all.

You go on a roadtrip here, and five minutes out of a city you might not see another car for hours, between the cities and the blink-and-miss-it-towns and the farmlands it's just. The apocalypse could have happened and you wouldn't know the difference.

His father's mother's mother had been a Flint of the mountains. Old Nan once said that it was her blood in him that made Bran such a fool for climbing before his fall. She had died years and years and years before he was born, though, even before his father had been born.

I misread that, and skipped the doubling at 'mother's mother' so I thought she was Bran's grandmother for a second and... "Ned's mother died before he was born? that's a feat. ...!!! the Prophecy!!!!"

(The prophecy in this train of thought was the fun old "no man born of woman" that gets easily circumvented by C-sections and gender shenanigans and such.)

"Some nights I dream of me mother that I buried nine years past," the man said, "but when I wake, she's not come back to us." "There are dreams and dreams, my lord." "Hodor," said Hodor.

... why in the hells did I read that Hodor narration in the voice of the guy who narrated Noddy? ...omg. OMG!!! An audio book, with the full voice cast, not just one person reading the book, but a full audio drama BUT all the narration is read by someone who thinks they're narrating for a kids show. the tonal whiplash alone could kill a man. Oh no. Oh no. I can hear it in my head. 😂🤣 the crack is over nine-thousand. it's so beautiful.

...

...

...

okay, I think I'm okay now. Sorry for that.

"You could tell one," said Bran. "While we walked. Hodor likes stories about knights. I do, too." "There are no knights in the Neck," said Jojen. "Above the water," his sister corrected. "The bogs are full of dead ones, thought."

Ha. hmmm... I think I might be in a bit of a tired-drunk silly state myself actually. (it was still funny though.)

"- Sometimes Old Nan would tell the same story she'd told before, but we never minded if it was good story. Old stories are like old friends, she used to say. You have to visit them from time to time."

That's a good philosophy.

...that's also what I'm kinda doing now, revisiting the ASOIAF universe, but from a new angle. It's good to reread stuff, I think, even if it's from the same source and not book versus show, because knowing where it ends can change the context of the journey.

and you get to play 'spot the foreshadowing.'

"Did he have green dreams like Jojen?" "No, (...) but he could breath mud and run on leaves, and change earth to water and water to earth with no more than a whispered word.He could talk to trees and weave words and make castles appear and disappear."

Holy crap! there's a Hidden Ninja Village in the Neck!!!

"- But then he heard a roar. 'That's my father 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 the youngest of the four."

Ahhh, so this is the story of how Meera's dad met Lyanna and Ned?

Also I love how they just had to clarify "two legs or four" but it was done so quickly like that's a common enough thing to need clarification.

"-The crannogman saw a maid with laughing purple eyes dance with a white sword, a red snake, and the lord of griffins, and lastly with the quiet wolf... -"

Ashara Dayne!?

Honestly this entire section feels like the kind of repeating variations of a theme vibes that mark visions. Li eyes this is a retelling of their dads meeting, but it could also be a reflection of things to come.

"That was a good story. But it should have been the three nights who hurt him, not their squires. Then the little crannogman could have killed them all. The part about the ransom was stupid. And the mystery knight should win the tourney, defeating every challenger, and name the wolf maid queen of love and beauty."

Bran. No. That's not the object lesson you were supposed to take away from this.

The object lesson is that your aunt is a baddass. (I'm aware of the theory that Lyanna is the knight of the Laughing Tree. Although depending on how old Benjen was, could have been him also. with his little 'pup' height.)

To be fair, it hasn't clicked for Bran that this is a real event and not just a story Meera's heard or made up, and in stories we want maximum catharsis, but irl, ransoming the horses and armour for the knights to publicly chastise their squires for wrong doing was a master stroke, because it gets the job done in a way that's basically a win for everyone but the squires.

... Jojen and Meera can't believe Ned never told his kids how he met Howland Reed. SMH Ned.

-

while thinking of an oversimplified summary of the chapter and my brain suggested: 🎶Hodor will walk five hundred miles🎶 🎶and Hodor will walk five hundred more🎶 🎶just to be the man who walked a thousand miles🎶 🎶to Hold The goddamned DooOOoor🎶 which was honestly pretty rude of it.

#a storm of swords #steel and snow #a song of ice and fire #bran stark #a chapter a day reading #asos #asoiaf

[greenhikingboots]

Shadrich = Howland DAMMIT!

Introduction Alright, team, today’s the day! I’m going to finally explain why I like the Ser Shadrich = Howland Reed theory. I’ve done a version of this once or twice before, but only buried in a mess of other theories or in tags that were quickly overlooked. So here’s a renewed, concentrated effort to do it again. I’m saving my favorite part of the theory for the very end, so if you lose interest between here and there, maybe skip ahead instead of abandoning the post completely. A few more notes before I dive in: People who do not like this theory tend to say “not every new or minor character has a secret identity!” While I totally get that notion, let’s keep a few others in mind: 1. Martin certainly isn’t shying away from using secret identities. 2. It makes a whole lot of sense for Howland Reed to enter the story sometime soon. 3. After keeping his whereabouts unknown for so long, it would make sense for his entrance to involve some finesse. 4. If you like the Northern Conspiracy theory, it also makes sense to have a Stark loyalist (Howland Reed) trying to help Sansa the way another Stark loyalist (Wyman Manderly) is trying to help Rickon. More on the Northern Conspiracy theory later. Comparison Evidence Okay, with that out of the way, let me go over the evidence. I’m going to compare what we know about Ser Shadrich against what we know about Howland Reed. I’ll organize this section (and later ones) with subheadings. 1. Appearance - Height and Hair: A. Ser Shadrich is short and has orange hair. Howland Reed is also short, like all crannogmen. We do not know his hair color. B. A lot of people who don’t like this theory say Howland’s hair is probably brown because both his children have brown hair. But as one person pointed out somewhere on the world wide web (I’ve forgotten where but will include other links where I can throughout this post), Meera’s hair color is brown but Jojen’s hair color is never mentioned. Could this be an intentional omission on Martin’s part? C. As Meera’s telling Bran the Knight of the Laughing Tree story, Bran pictures the unnamed crannogmen looking like Jojen, just older. This could be another hint that, yep, they both have orange hair, Martin just hasn’t said so yet. D. Generally speaking, the crannogmen of ASOIAF might be inspired by a combination of cultures including the Irish and Scottish (see crannogs on Wiki). And Ireland and Scotland have more redheads than the rest of the world. So there’s that. 2. Appearance - Face and Nose (And Hair Again): A. Ser Sharich is fox-faced with a sharp nose. We don’t know much about Howland’s face or nose. B. But! According to The World of Ice and Fire, crannogmen are sly, a word that seems fitting given what we know about their guerilla tactics, their reputation for being difficult to conquer, and - oh yeah - how Greywater Watch moves. Sly characteristics and fox-like features often go hand in hand. C. Again, pointing to something I read while researching this theory, the Neck and the Twins are fairly close to one another which means the Neck is also fairly close to another swampy area, Sevenstreams. A character from Sevenstreams, Tom, is described as having fox-like features and orange hair like Ser Shadrich. Therefore, they could be from similar places geographically. 3. Backstory - Blackwater Bay and Varys: A. Ser Shadrich’s backstory is that he fought for Stannis at Blackwater Bay. After losing, he had to pay a ransom which left him in financial ruin. He took Vary’s money and, upon meeting Brienne, implies he plans to return Sansa to Varys. B. Supporters of the Ser Shadrich = Howland Reed theory often say this is a cover story and not true at all. But one Reddit commenter pointed out that it could, in fact, be true. I’ve edited the comment below to make it a bit clearer. *** “Ned supported Stannis's claim, so it's probable that some of his bannermen fought on Stannis's side at the Blackwater. Let's say Howland sent his kids off to safety at Winterfell before he joined up, not predicting that Winterfell would become unsafe. Then, after managing to ransom himself, he's completely broke, he can't get home because his home is in a warzone, and he doesn't have a hope in hell of finding his own kids. So he takes Varys's money and goes off to look out for one of Ned's kids, intending to take her somewhere safe. It all kind of fits and even explains why Howland Reed hasn't appeared in the story before.” (link) *** 4. Backstory - A Familiar Horse, Perhaps: A. Ser Shadrich’s horse is a chestnut courser. B. The last horse Sansa rode in King’s Landing was a chestnut courser. (ACOK Tyrion IX). It could be the same horse, which Varys passed along, which would further support the idea that Ser Shadrich’s backstory has truth to it, even if it’s not the whole truth. 5. Tourneys of Old and New: A. Ser Sharich tells Brienne that he is no tourney knight. Then, in TWOW Alayne chapter that’s been released, he says he will not joust during the upcoming tourney in the Vale. B. This might be an attempt by Martin to make us think of Howland Reed, how he was present but not participating during the Tourney at Harrenhal. It could even be a little nod, like Lyanna was the Knight of the Laughing Tree, not Howland. 6. Martin-esque Writing: A. So Brienne is searching for Sansa and, while describing her appearance, is overheard by Ser Shadrich. He then approaches her and mentions Sansa by name. And then this happens: *** Brienne kept her face a mask, to hide her dismay. "Who is this Sansa Stark, and why do you seek her?"  / "For love, why else?" / She furrowed her brow. "Love?" *** Ser Shadrich then talks about love of money and gives his backstory about Blackwater Bay and Varys. B. But I mean, c’mon, everybody!! If he is Howland Reed, wouldn’t that be such a Martin thing to say!? To say he seeks Sansa for love - and mean it sincerely - and then quickly misdirect? More Speculative Evidence Okay, I don’t think I have any more side by side comparisons, but let me clear up some related thoughts before I move to new ones. Again, I’ll organize using categories. 1. More about Varys: I tend to believe Young Griff is Fake Aegon and Real Aegon is lurking somewhere else in the story. I won’t get into all that in this post, though, because it’s a super unpopular theory and I don’t want to distract from the one I’m already focusing. But! I should clarify that, regardless of Fake or Real, Varys probably wanted to find Sansa to marry her to Griff/Aegon and had no idea Shadrich/Howland had his own plans. 2. Ser Shadrich’s Sigil: It’s a large white mouse with red eyes on bendy brown and blue. Supporters of the Ser Shadrich is Howland Reed theory will often say it’s meant to make us think of weirwood trees (which makes sense for a character with a connection to the North) and it has been repainted to support his secret identity). But I’d like to go a step further and say that his shield that has this sigil is *the* shield Lyanna used as the Knight of the Laughing Tree. Howland kept it as a momento. It seems so obvious to me, so forgive me if others have said that before and I’m not giving due credit, but I don’t think I’ve seen it written anywhere else online. 3. Back to the Northern Conspiracy: Near the top of the post I said it makes narrative sense for Howland to enter the story soon. Let me expand on that. But let me make things easier on myself and just and quote people on Quora and the Forum of Ice and Fire. When Kelsey Hayes talked about the Northern Conspiracy (link), she said: *** And finally there's the Howland Reed angle. Maege Mormont and Galbart Glover supposedly rendezvoused with Reed with news of Robb's will. Howland is also privy to that other factoid about Jon, and it's possible that Robb's will is the catalyst for the information finally coming out. Howland was perfectly happy to give the ironborn hell in the Neck, but left the Bolton forces unmolested when they came back north and also when they retook Moat Cailin. This might suggest that Howland is also biding his time, allowing the Boltons to get into place before a move is made against them. *** And some bloke (I think) on the forum said: *** The Mad Mouse is now in The Vale with the open intention of kidnap Sansa Stark. If the Mad Mouse was Howland Reed, why is he hunting for Sansa? The easiest answer is that Galbart Glover and Maege Mormont reached Howland Reed and told him about the last of Robb Stark's decrees. Being one of the very few who knows an important secret, he should have realized the trouble that decree might cause in the future, so he decided to hunt for the last of Robb's heirs.But before the end, the Mad Mouse might tell Sansa an important secret. So, when the “Stark Succession Crisis” unfolds and Robb's wish is revealed making Jon his heir, Sansa will blurt out: ‘But you are not a Stark.’ *** This resulted in some Sansa Stark Defense Squad action, but I think it’s possible Sansa could say something like that but not in a being-mean-to-Jon kind of way. By this point in the books, she’s eager to see Jon again, remember (it would be so sweet). So,  rather, she’d be saying it with similar concerns as Howland. Kinda sorta makes me think of the line from the show where she’s like, “Jon’s not a Stark, but I am.” And cue the weird look from Jon. But I digress. 4. Why Does It take Martin Ten Trillion Years To Circle Back to Some Things: Oh! Both of these posts also talked about part of the Northern Conspiracy being that they wanted to keep Robb’s will and Jon’s parentage a secret until after Stannis and/or the Boltons were out of the picture. As in, let Jon keep being a bastard at the Wall and not a threat to anyone else’s claim and therefore avoiding putting a target on his back. That makes a lot of sense to me. But, again, I digress. Back to the main theory of this post! Time for new thoughts!!! Other Characters That Might Be Involved So late in AFFC, Ser Shadrich is in the Vale as Littlefinger’s hired hedge knight. His fellow hired hedge knights are Morgarth the Merry and Byron the Beautiful. And, oh boy, do I have thoughts about them!! They aren’t as detailed or as important to me as anything mentioned previously in this post, but still worth addressing, I think. 1. Morgath: A. Morgarth is burly with a thick salt-and-pepper beard. He has a red, bulbous nose with broken veins and large, gnarled hands. B. The Elder Brother of the Quiet Isles is a tall man, with a large, square head, shrewd eyes, a veined, red nose, and a heavy jaw. He shaves his head. C. The nose is the important part here. Morgarth the Merry could be the Elder Brother now growing out his hair. 2. Byron the Beautiful: A. Bryon is young and elegant with thick blond hair. B. Gulp. I know people will think it’s hogwash but here goes. Brienne of Tarth, also called Brienne the Beauty (!), has blonde hair and is often mistaken or compared to a man. Martin also wrote Arya and Sarella Sand passing as boys, and how great would it be if, when appearing as a man, the beautiful thing is sincere instead of a cruel joke? Bryon’s also a bit more flirty with Sansa in the scene when they first meet and it’s like, “Dear God, she doesn’t need another creep in her life.” So I like the ideas of Byron, the flirty one, actually being Brienne who we know to not be a creep at all. C. The biggest argument against this is that the last time we see Brienne, she’s meeting up with Jaime, apparently on orders from Lady Stoneheart, and has that injury on her cheek from their run in too. Like, how can that work with this Bryon/Vale theory? Hear me out! D. Think back to Brienne leaving some dudes whose names I can’t remember right now at the Old Stone Bridge. As she’s leaving, she worries that Ser Shadrich might be following her. But it is actually Podrick Payne who appears in that scene. But!!!! What if Shadrich really was following her and the readers just don’t know it yet? 3. So tying this section together now… A. Shadrich might have intervened when Brienne was in danger with Stoneheart. And either the Elder Brother was already with him or they went to him next and he helped heal her because - don’t forget! - can do that. B. I’m not sure what that means for the timeline for the scene with Jaime, but I think there’s a scenario where it could all make sense. C. Also, in the Vale chapters Ser Lyn Cobray has a new, loutish squire. Rumor has it that Lyn took him on for coin. I think Stumpy’s re-read project altered me to this tiny, tiny character. There was a comment like, “Who is this person that seems completely unimportant but also why mention him at all if he isn’t going to play a part in the story?” D. Well, I have no idea who he is! If he were Pod, Sansa would recognize him. And I can’t figure out who else, if anyone, the books describe as loutish. But I think he could be working with the trio of hedge knights. Does Gendry or Edric Dayne coming back into the story here make any sense at all??? Bleh. I hate those ideas but maybe? Now that you know the above theories, any ideas for me? E. Okay, for real to wrap up this section now. There's less evidence to support anything here than with the Ser Shadrich = Howland Reed evidence above. But I just really like the idea of Brienne meeting both Shadrich and the Elder Brother in AFFC and then the three of them showing up in Sansa’s last POV chapter of the same book, working together and pretending to be people they aren’t. I think that would be some beautiful, clever writing.  Saved the Best Evidence for Last I’m almost done now. Back to just the Ser Shadrich = Howland Reed theory. Forget those other characters. Here’s some evidence I really, really, really love, but I haven’t seen anyone else talk about it online. (I think I’m a genius!) To explain, I first need to talk about Lyn Cobray some more. Recall that in AFFC there’s a moment where he threatens Littlefinger, but Littlefinger later tells Sansa that he’s paying Lyn (notoriously in need of coin) to fein hatred, join every conspiracy against Littlefinger, and report back. Okay. So. In TWOW Sansa chapter that’s already been released, she and Myranda talk with Lyn. Basically, the reader finds out that Lyn is unhappy because he’s been his older brother’s heir for a long time but will not be for much longer. And it all thanks to Littlefinger who helped the older brother find a second, fertile wife after his first wife died. And then there’s this insane line: *** The venom in his voice was so thick that for a moment she almost forgot that Lyn Corbray was actually her father’s catspaw, bought and paid for. Or was he? Perhaps, instead of being Petyr’s man pretending to be Petyr’s foe, he was actually his foe pretending to be his man pretending to be his foe. *** AND THEN WHAT HAPPENS!?!?! *** Just thinking about it was enough to make her head spin. Alayne turned abruptly from the yard… and bumped into a short, sharp-faced man with a brush of orange hair who had come up behind her. His hand shot out and caught her arm before she could fall. *** That’s right, team, right after Sansa thinks this insane, head spinning thing about Lyn, who should appear but Ser Shadrich - who is definitely Howland Reed!! Let me break it down: *** Perhaps, instead of being Petyr’s man (a hedge knight Petyr is paying for) pretending to be is foe (saying he’s working for Varys when he meets Brienne), he was actually his foe (a Stark loyalist trying to save Sansa) pretending to be his man (again, a hedge knight) pretending to be his foe (again, lying to Brienne). *** I mean, Martin included his infamous ellipses and everything!! Alyane turned abruptly from the yard… AND THE PART RIGHT BEFORE IS NOT A COINCIDENCE. And that, at last, is all I have to say about that.

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