#plus gendry is NOTHING

[ceescedasticity]

I started trying to clean up my Song of Ice and Fire SBURB/classpects thing for AO3 only to discover that, in fact, I may not have touched it for a year or more but that doesn't mean I'm actually satisfied with the most recent player roster or classpect sorting. Does not help that I haven't even been reading fic in this fandom lately but

What I do have is a beginning I like—

They were peddled as curiosities and toys -- trinkets after the style of Old Valyria! They were like large bronze eggs, about the size of an apple, which opened like lockets to reveal tiny mirrors on one side and some sort of intricate interlocking metal wheels on the other. Somehow it never occurred to anyone to take them apart for their valuable components. The people they were given to were very attached to them, and fascinated by them, and tended to keep them on their persons at all times. After a few weeks they mostly didn't even really notice they were wearing an oddly large pendant. No one else seemed to notice the eggs at all. Even under circumstances where they really should have. Even if they were pointed out, no one else ever tried to take them — they might take everything else, but never the bronze egg — and they forgot quickly. Certainly no one ever thought anything strange was going on. They were just toys, baubles, funny things to amuse children or girls or boys not grown up yet. Nothing of real interest. Any thoughts of how unnatural the lack of attention was just.… slipped away. (Later on the [Samwell classpect] would wonder if maybe they were Valyrian. In a bad way. But no one described the Doom of Valyria as flaming rocks falling out of the sky.) And then the [Daenerys classpect] in a house of Undying tripped a trigger she didn't know was there, and far away in a crypt, the [Bran classpect] awoke to a pendant gone suddenly warm.

—and then thoughts.

Daenerys is pretty solidly Witch of Rage.

Sansa is pretty solidly Maid of Hope.

Arya is the Time player, for associations with death (even though I'm sending her into the Medium before she can leave for Braavos). Class is probably Rogue, though I thought about Thief.

Bran is the Space player. Class might be Seer (for Seeing, plus "relates to other people in the abstract" and "try telling them they're wrong. I dare you.") or Bard (for the lack of boundaries and general WTFery of body-borrowing), or maybe Mage (active understanding).

Jon is probably Prince of Void, though Heir could do.

Robb is the/a Heart player, probably Heir, though I thought about Knight. He'd be Knight if the Game had grabbed him early enough in the plot.

Samwell is the/a Light player, and probably Mage. I've also considered noncanon class Gnome [passive accumulation class, tilts male, with a ''mythological role" similar to Sylph?] Or he could be Sylph, actually…

Theon is either Thief or Bard. (He has the selfishness for Thief but I don't know about the flair. Being kind of a creeper at times fits for Bard, and he can be embarrassing, and there's the general WTFery.) Aspect is either Blood or Breath, because he's desperate for both connections and freedom.

And I think that exhausts the list of 'people I would definitely include'. However, the gender ratio is unbalanced, and Danaerys is definitely the odd one out, and there are lot of other young-ish characters in the books with miserable fates that getting yoinked into a Game session never to return might actually improve…

Jeyne Poole would probably be Page or something noncanon, and maybe Life? Or maybe noncanon Aspect Bone [caution, indecision, taking a supporting role].

Gendry could be Rage or Doom, and maybe Knight? Or I have him as noncanon 'Clerk' in one of my drafts but I'm not sure what that's meant to signify…

Shireen I have down as Sylph, but Page might be better. For aspect I have Doom or noncanon Grief [conflict (vs. peace), struggle (vs. acceptance), chaos (vs. order)]… actually maybe she'd be better with Peace [peace (vs. conflict), order (vs. chaos), acceptance (vs. struggle)]?

Margaery would be the/a Mind player. She could be Sylph. She could also be Bard, or noncanon class Dame [mythological role "the dame walked into my office and I knew she was trouble"].

Jeyne Westerling would probably be Breath player, and either Page or something noncanon.

Quentyn I've considered for Mage, Seer, Knight, and Heir. I'm leaning Knight? I shouldn't be considering him for anything I did not read that book carefully enough. For Aspect, Doom? Or noncanon Stone [permanence, stability, not reactivity or responsiveness]?

Myrcella would probably be a Blood player, or I also have Life down apparently? Class either Maid or something noncanon.

Loras could be Heir or Prince? Or Knight, I suppose, or something noncanon. If we're repeating classes/aspects he's probably Heir of Mind. If not, something of noncanon Aspect Charm.

Arianne would probably be Breath or noncanon Fire [transitoriness, reactivity] or Nerve [Recklessness. Impulse. Decisiveness. Taking control.] Maid works well, but she could carry Thief.

Podrick is another candidate for Life. And another candidate for Page, for that matter. Or some noncanon possibilities.

And I don't even have that much of an idea for Tommen or Gilly but I'm not sure I don't want them included…

ahahaha this is ridiculous.

#crossover classpect #crossover classpects #things i'm not writing #apparently #writing babble

[kendalroys]

why is there so many damn meta’s about how Arya and Gendry are just “the new Robert and Lyanna” like that ain’t it chief not at all don’t bring that bs near me

#stop!!!! #sarah.txt #just cause robert is gendry’s dad #and lyanna is arya’s aunt & a lot like her #like it makes no sense? #plus gendry is NOTHING #like robert #so

[dykealloy]

You'd think that gendry would be the one guy that understands that arya doesnt give a shit about titles

#like she already asked him to be her family when he was nothing and he turned her down #plus shouldnt he realise by now that shes not suited to being a lady #never has been never will be #anyway heres hoping they both survive and get their shit together #the love is still there #gendry waters #got spoilers #got #game of thrones #arya stark #gendrya

[plus-size-reader]

Perfect World

Gendry Waters x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2094 words

Warnings: Literally just fluff. I love this man so much, he’s like a teddy bear.

Summary: Having to keep your relationship with Gendry a secret because you're highborn and he isn't. 

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Your mother would lose her mind if she could see you right now.

This was hardly the place for a lady.

The air was thick with smoke from the large fire of the forge and you knew that you would surely stink of it when you got home. Still, there was nothing in the world that could have kept you away.

The allure of this place, of him, was simply too strong.

You had met Gendry by chance one day, walking through the square but since that moment, you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it. The entire situation was far too comical to slip your mind so easily.

He worked for a blacksmith, and by all accounts, shouldn’t have interested you in any way. Though, it was sort of hard to remain blind to his existence when he rescued you in the way he had.

You were walking the streets of Kings Landing as you had a million times, practically dancing about as you took in all the sights this place had to offer, all in ways that your mother would also find deplorable.

It wasn’t a place for a Lady.

...And while you would have usually assured her differently, telling her it was plenty ladylike, she seemed to have a point on that particular day.

You had gotten so caught up in the excitement of sneaking out and all the things the streets had to offer you that you hadn’t even noticed a block placed outside, directly in your path.

Right outside of Master Tobho Mott’s blacksmithing shop.

Your foot caught the block, and by all accounts, that should have been more than enough to send you tumbling to the ground.

Though, just as you should have hit the dirt, you found yourself stopped, held tightly by a man you’d never seen before. He had a rather tight grip on your arm, something he noticed as soon as you stood back up.

There was a black soot handprint left on your skin, further proof of what he’d done.

They could have taken his head for that alone, laying his grimy hands on a highborn lady like you, but you hardly seemed scandalised at his action. In fact, when you stood up, you had a smile on your face.

Like you were having the grandest time in the world.

It made quite the impression on both of you.

You sat there, somehow more intrigued by this place and this man than you had been by anything outside, for hours. You talked and laughed, and when he finally relaxed about the whole thing, Gendry found himself having fun too.

It was hard not to be with you around.

All his life, he’d had this idea about what high borns were supposed to be like, based on how they treated him. As a poor bastard, no one had a better idea of how people really were than he did, but you were different.  

For a high born, you weren’t as stuffy and vile as he assumed you’d be.

You had a clever wit, and didn’t seem to care much at all for the expected formalities that were expected of you. That was because you didn’t, of course, but you couldn’t rightfully admit that to him.

After all, just because you were having all the fun in the world out in the open, you weren’t dull.

If anyone else found out about what you were doing outside the castle walls, under the watchful eye of your mother and father, there would be hell to pay. Not to mention how they would react if they found out who you’d taken to spending time with.

Though, that was what gave what you were doing now such appeal.

In the weeks that followed that initial chance encounter you’d have with the bastard, Gendry Waters, you’d been sneaking out just to see him again.

It was hardly something you had any business doing, but that was part of the fun. All your life, everyone made it their personal responsibility to tell you who to be and what to do, down to who you could talk to or how you could act.

Gendry didn’t.

He wouldn’t have known where to start if he wanted to command you. Besides, getting to spend time in the dark, dingy backroom of the smithy had given you the perfect place to hide from your family.

No one would ever assume a classy young woman like yourself with royal blood would ever take to spending time in such a place.

“Are you out of your mind? The Master has only just left” Gendry tutted, his head snapping in the direction of the storefront, where Master Mott had just taken his leave not even a moment prior.

It was by far the closest you two had ever been to being found out here, but you didn't care about that.

All you cared about was seeing Gendry again today.

“The old man didn’t see me, relax” you hummed, a small smile on your face as you took in the way his brow furrowed as he looked at you. He was always so serious about things, something you didn’t understand.

Though, you never had.

In your life, you never had to worry about things falling on your shoulders, or having to take care of yourself. You didn’t understand life in the way he did, and frankly, you had no reason to want to.

Life was much more fun your way.

“Though, perhaps I should go say hello to him before he gets too far away-” you teased, making your way past him slowly, as if you were actually going to go blow the biggest secret you two had.

It wasn’t funny.

Gendry didn’t think it was funny at all.

Not that you would have known based on the way he grabbed hold of you as you neared him, his hands coming to rest on your waist in a desperate attempt to keep you still. You wouldn’t have done it, you both knew that, but the point was still there.

You didn’t understand how serious this was.

“That’s not funny” he mumbled, ignoring the fact that his hands, covered in ash and dust, were surely dirtying your dress. How you managed to keep this all a secret from your family, he wasn’t sure.

There was more than enough evidence of what you did when you snuck out left behind.

“It would be if you laughed” you countered, tilting your chin up enough to close the bit of space between your faces.

The shop was small as it was, full to the brim with dense air, heated by the forge, which had you close together to begin with but that wasn’t the real reason for the close contact. You both knew it, but didn’t bother to amend it.

It was going to get you into trouble if someone saw you, but there was no one around.

No one even knew you were here.

Which was what you’d been ensuring Gendry of every chance you got since you two had started growing closer, romantically.

Not that he was all together convinced, even now.

Unlike you, Gendry lived in the real world. He understood the consequences of what you were doing and that no matter how fond he was of you, there was no future in which the two of you could be together.

He was of no title, and had no castle for you to rule by his side. There was no way around the unfortunate truth, that a lady had no place in the arms of a blacksmithing bastard.

After all, you saw what he did to your dresses each time you came here. He wasn't designed to be around pristine, perfect things, of which you were.

It was for the best you stayed apart, but you just kept coming back.

It was almost as if every time he told you that you needed to go home and stay there, or that you had to stay away from this place because it was dangerous, because you would get hurt, you came around that much more.

You just didn’t like to be told what to do.

How you’d managed to live in that stuffy castle all these years, he wasn’t sure.

“You understand that you can’t keep coming here? Someone is going to find out, and who knows what they’ll think we’ve been up to” he muttered, repeating himself once more, his hand falling gingerly on your cheek. You knew perfectly well how he felt about you coming here, but it wasn’t like he was showing you the door.

He just wanted you to know that he knew what a risk this was.

“What have we been up to, blacksmith?” you grinned, separating the two of you just enough to show off the blacken imprint on your clothes and now, your skin.

The people were bound to draw their own conclusions when they saw you, in the state you were in, but that was why you were so cautious about this entire thing. You hadn’t gotten caught yet, and you weren’t planning on ever letting that happen.

The threat to him was too great, but that didn’t mean it was worth you never seeing him again.

Your moving away from him instantly made Gendry panic, because as much as he didn’t want your reputation tarnished, he was more concerned about your physical safety.

This place wasn’t designed for this, after all.

“Would you stay away from that? You’re going to get yourself hurt” he sighed, understanding exactly what you were doing after he reached for you again. Each step you took, each move you made, was designed to antagonize him.

You were playing a game.

Of course you were.

You knew perfectly well that Gendry wasn’t going to let you get hurt, and seeing as this entire place was quite dangerous for a lady like yourself, he had to keep you close to him to make sure that didn’t happen.

It was all part of your devious little place.

“You sneaky thing” he tutted, a small smile creeping onto his own lips as he found you once again pressed against his frame, both hands holding your forearms just tightly enough to keep you from stepping back.

This was bound to cause you both trouble in the long run, could even get him killed if it went too far along, but right now, you were here. You were right in front of him, as beautiful as ever in the fires glow, and he couldn’t rightfully shoo you out.

He was a man after all.

He would have had to have been mad to do something like that.

You started to say something, likely snide or teasing as you always did, but before you could even get a word out, Gendry put an end to it. You would have to go before too long, before anyone noticed you weren’t locked away in your study.

Gendry smelled of sulfur and metal, his breathing hard against you as you tried to focus on anything with his lips against your own.

The kiss you shared even took you by surprise, even if you had been practically begging him to do it since you arrived, and you jumped a bit. Thankfully, you couldn’t go anywhere due to his still keeping a hold on you.

It was nice, as far as first kisses went, not that you had anything to compare it to.

You weren’t exactly in a position to go about kissing and galavanting with every man in King's Landing, but in that moment, you were sure that didn't matter. It was surely a kiss to end all others, and you knew that was because of him.

Technically, he was little more than a bastard but in the weeks you’d been showing up here, content to just bother him as you had, that couldn't have been further from your mind.

“Now get out of here before you get burned or something” he ordered, though that would have been pretty difficult to manage, considering he still hadn’t let go of you, his hands now held to your waist.

In a perfect world, he never would have let go.

He never would have caught you in the street, or let his lips touch yours in what only could be described as the most beautiful torture.

He never would have done any of it, but Gendry knew better than anyone that this world you lived in was anything but perfect.

#gendry baratheon #gendry waters #game of thrones #got #gendry baratheon x reader #gendry baratheon x ps reader #gendry baratheon x plus size reader #gendry baratheon imagine #gendry waters x reader #gendry waters x ps reader #gendry waters x plus size reader #gendry waters imagine #got x reader #got x ps reader #got x plus size reader #got imagine #game of thrones x reader #game of thrones x ps reader #game of thrones x plus size reader #game of thrones imagine

[jackoshadows]

Arya’s betrothal to Elmar Frey in the books annoys me. I don’t know if GRRM put that in there to showcase Catelyn’s bad negotiating skills, their desperation for that bridge or for Arya’s future interactions with Elmar Frey.

Or if it’s supposed to be some kind of foreshadowing considering all the connections Arya has with bastards -  a romance with Gendry, a betrothal to Elmar and Jon waiting at the wall.

Either way, that betrothal makes no sense to me.

Arya went from this:

"You," Ned said, kissing her lightly on the brow, "will marry a king and  rule his castle, and your sons will be knights and princes and lords  and, yes, perhaps even a High Septon." - Ned, AGoT

to being betrothed to a guy who has about a 100 people ahead of him to inherit The Twins and who would have most probably got thrown out after Walder’s death.

Even Tywin Lannister was pissed off at his sister marrying Walder Frey’s second son.

Genna was betrothed to Emmon Frey, Lord Walder's second son. Their betrothal was announced at a feast, with half the westerlands in attendance. Genna's eldest brother, Tywin, spoke out against the match. While Lord Tytos went white as mare's milk, the betrothal remained standing. Although Genna did not approve of all Tywin did, nor enjoyed the company of the man Tywin later became, Genna loved Tywin for having been the only person to speak out against her betrothal.

And Arya was given away to Walder’s 22nd son! And very likely a bastard considering all the rumors about Elmar being Black Walder’s son. 

Plus, Walder Frey had grandsons Arya’s age - Catelyn could have engaged Arya to the grandson set to inherit The Twins instead of Walder’s 22nd son. That way, the North would have a strong alliance with The Twins instead of just the other way around with Robb and Roslin Frey.

And why even offer a daughter when Catelyn already pledged the future Warden of the North/KITN to Walder’s daughter? That’s a big enough prize right there. It’s almost like Arya was thrown in as something extra to sweeten the deal. Sorry, but Cat’s negotiation sucks.

Also, why is there is such a huge gap between Sansa and Arya anyway? At the end of the day both Arya and Sansa are daughters that would tie houses to the North by marriage. They were both not going to inherit anything.

So Sansa can be betrothed to the future king, but Arya is only worth a 22nd son who has no inheritance, nothing? Robb considers a betrothal between Sansa and Loras Tyrell, but Arya gets the 22nd possible bastard non-son of Walder Fucking Frey?  Arya would have had to depend on Robb’s generosity for a good living, getting land in the North.

And I am not giving Robb any credit here either. Tywin Lannister stood up more for his sister than Robb did for Arya. Robb just shrugged it off as ‘lol, Arya is not going to like it, moving on...’.  Even Cersei protested Myrcella’s betrothal more and that was to the prince of Dorne!

Arya deserved better.

Meanwhile, Jon planning on sending off Arya to Braavos to prevent her from being used as a political/marriage pawn for the North is why he continues to be the best relationship Arya has in the books.

#Arya Stark #Catelyn Stark #Robb Stark #Elmar Frey #Walder Frey #Jon Snow

[magalidragon]

killing time | a Jonerys drabble

This is for the Anon who suggested we revisit the racing beans from that one fic I wrote where they were racecar drivers and it ended up far angstier than intended 🤣 Also uses prompt from @youwerenevermine “you’re an idiot”/“yes but I’m your idiot.” Ooooh and it is smutty 🤭

"I can't believe you think this is going to work."

"It will work. Because I'm a genius."

That was a little much, Dany thought, hoisting herself onto the tool bench in the garage, swinging her feet back and forth, watching the handsome specimen of her husband bent in half in the engine of the Direwolf, his fine, tight ass wiggling in his grease-stained coveralls, which should have made him look like he was wearing a potato sack, but were pulling in all the right places. He'd tied the arms around his hips, his white t-shirt underneath stained with grease, sweat, motor oil, and if she was not mistaken-- a large swipe of chocolate from the cake their daughter had been eating before he put her to bed for her naptime.

He moved some more, shifting on his feet and she bit her lower lip, checking the clock hanging askew on the wall. They had a meeting in about two hours, and were killing time just lounging around the garage. It made her think of when they were teenagers, spending all their time in and around the garage, making messes and letting someone else clean it up.

Now they cleaned things up themselves. He also cleaned up nicely himself. He wiggled again and she wondered if he was doing this on purpose. She shifted uncomfortably on the bench, sitting on her hands instead of doing anything that might get her in trouble. He was <i>working</i>, as he liked to stress. He didn’t want distractions when he was working.

Although working wasn’t an apt enough word for what he was doing. Fucking up a perfectly good vehicle. That’s what he was doing.

Now he was adding some sort of extra filter which he claimed would give the Direwolf extra air flow, boosting its acceleration. It made no sense to her. Plus, he'd screwed with the fins on the back, which was <i>not</i> his job, that was Gendry's as their aerodynamics expert, but Jon knew better, always, he said.

Except for her.

She wrinkled her nose, when he pulled out from the engine and then spun around, dropping down onto the other side to scoot underneath the vehicle. Exasperated, she groaned. "What are you doing now?"

"Checking the fuel pump, I think it’s jacked."

"You're making shit up." He hummed underneath and kicked his feet around. After a few minutes of clanking around, she couldn't stand it any longer and climbed down, peering into the engine, disgusted at the wires he had crisscrossing everywhere. It made no sense. It was like the inside of his head. She scowled at him, when he emerged, swatting her ass lightly with the dirty rag in his hands. She rolled her eyes. "You're an idiot."

"Ah, but I'm your idiot."

Be that as it may, he was screwing up a perfectly good working engine because he couldn't just leave things alone. "That's not getting you anywhere, give me that." She swiped the wrench from him and crawled up onto the Direwolf's fender, small and spry enough to really get into the engine cavity. She made sure to wiggle her butt, in her tight jeans, just enough to tease him, while also kicking up her foot.

The mess he’d created was atrocious. She could not believe this chaos of an engine. Disgusted, she made a derisive snort. “I take it back, you aren’t an idiot.”

“Aye?”

“Aye.” She climbed out and threw one of the fuel injectors she had just removed at him, as he scowled. She tilted her face up to his, smirking. “You’re a moron.”

“Is that not the same?”

“Moron is worse to me. Idiot implies you have some sense of awareness of what you did, you just did it stupidly.”

He wagged the fuel injector at her. “This is perfectly fine!”

“It’s corroded!”

The fuel injector flew over his shoulder, after he tossed it and he grabbed her hips, hoisting her up onto the car’s side, tilting her back over the fiberglass to the roof, growling. “You’re impossible.”

She snapped her teeth on his bottom lip, groaning. “You are.”

“No you.”

“You!”

The next thing she knew they were over each other, his mouth hot on her sweaty neck, pulse racing against his tongue. She moaned for more, needy, grinding her hips up into his and scratched her nails down his shoulders, pushing them under his t-shirt sleeves to get to his bare skin.

“Jon,” she groaned, his palms under her arse to lift her higher against the car, while she furiously pulled at his coveralls. He kissed her, silencing her protests, tongue spearing into her mouth and she nipped at him, her fingers easing into his briefs to free him and thumb at his cock, fondling the thick, velvet length, hardening to steel in her hands.

He pulled away, whining impatiently. “What time is it?” he panted, flicking the tab at her jeans, leaning sideways to keep her upright against the envie with his body while he worked the denim and her lace bikinis over her hip.

Doesn’t matter, she thought, busying herself with kissing him again. She loved him, loved him so much, it was hard to wrap her mind around how they had been willing to go their separate ways for so long before coming together again.

She gasped when he pulled away and latched his mouth over her nipple through her tank’s thin cotton, the competing sensations blinding her. She lifted higher and he thrust into her hand. She was drenched, cunt pulsing, and she lined him up, sliding her cunt along his cock, the head bumping her clit. She moaned softly and knocked her head against the car hood behind her.

He pushed into her easily, filling and stretching, smothering her with his body and mouth. She canted her hips, encouraging him to move, and clutched his arms. He found her hand with his and squeezed, joining them at her thigh, which was hiked up over his hip, the coveralls slapping against their thighs, zipper clanking and her jeans awkwardly bunched near her knees, the stretch denim stretching to its limits.

They had done this more times than she could count, fucking in garages and in and on cars and gods she loved it. She moaned his name and tore her nails at his arm while squeezing his hand. He grunted into her shoulder, name a breath on his lips and then she was coming, encouraging him with her until they were shattering, her cry strangled and her name a shout on his lips.

“Jon,” she sighed, feet falling to the floor, loose and limber. She hummed into his neck, kissing his pulse.

He tilted his face down and kissed her, slowly, reverently. She smiled lazily. It was so nice and comfortable afterward. She met his gaze, loving and sleepy, gray eyes blown out to black. “You’re still an idiot,” she murmured.

Jon laughed and arched his brow, about to reply when they froze, hearing a door banging from somewhere near. “Uh…”

“Jon! Dany! Where are you? We have that sponsorship meeting today and I don’t want to go can I stay with Laena?” It was Arya, bellowing through the house.

They cursed, hurriedly righting themselves as best as they could. Dany winced, squeezing her legs together uncomfortably. “Arya? What are you doing here?”

“We have that thing!” She pushed open the door and stepped in, scowling immediately. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” they said at the same time.

Arya made a face. “Ew you both are gross. Were you fucking?” She didn’t wait and gagged. “Nevermind don’t tell me…” she trailed off distracted at the engine. She bowled, leaping for it. “Jon! What did you do!?”

At the same time, from the monitor on the table beside her, Laena began babbling, awake from her nap. Dany sighed, patting Jon’s cheek. “My idiot,” she murmured and kissed him, before skirting away to leave him to argue with Arya over what he’d done to the car.

All she knew was when it was ready to drive, it would be ready and she’d trust whatever he did. Even if it made zero sense. She winked at him when he caught her gaze across the garage and he made a face.

She laughed, skipping off to get their daughter and clean up. They had a race to go prep for.

#jonerys #jonerys au #my fics #my moodboards #jonerys fanfic #jonerys drabbles #racecar driver dany #mechanic Jon

[raya-rhaenyra-ahsoka]

Why Daenerys Should've Stayed Longer in the North Than Attack Cersei Too Soon (Which is a dick move, really) PART 2

This is a continuation from my other post, as promised. Here’s the link to Part 1 here.

ALLIES FROM THE SOUTH

The Stormlands. With Dany recently legitimizing Robert Baratheon’s last living bastard, Gendry (Yay!), and appointed him as the new Lord of Storm’s End, I think he had pledged his loyalty and full support to her.

Now since the Baratheons are the overlords of the Stormlands, it ultimately makes the Stormlands part of Dany’s new rule in Westeros. And if the Stormmen questioned Gendry’s legitimacy, there are two people who can back him up: Ser Davos Seaworth, a landed knight, and Ser Brienne of Tarth, literally the heiress to Evenfall in Tarth Island. Both of whom are from the Stormlands and have served the late Baratheon lords, Stannis,

and Renly, respectively.

TV show-wise, Gendry had taken over Edric Storm’s plotline. Edric Storm was another one of Robert’s many bastards and it was him who Ser Davos saved from being killed by Mellisandre in the books, not Gendry. Gendry himself was grateful to Davos for saving his life and he sort of stepped up as his own parental figure. I also think Gendry reminded Davos of the son he lost during the Battle of Blackwater Bay.

As for Brienne, she and Gendry never shared a conversation in the show, but in the books, he even saved her life. Brienne came from Tarth, an island in the Stormlands, where her father Selwyn Tarth is lord and one of the many bannermen of the Baratheons of Storm’s End. Brienne came across Gendry in the Inn at the Crossroads while she was searching for the Stark girls. When she saw him, she literally thought he was Renly because of his striking resemblance to his uncle. Their exchange went something like this:

Brienne: Oh my god, Lord Renly?!

Gendry: Uh, what? Lord? Lol no, I’m just a smith.

I wished it happened in the show, it would’ve been funny.

Dorne. There isn’t much plot regarding Dorne in the show. (Again, f*ck D&D for ruining a great sub-plot of the story!) But in the books, the Martell heiress, Arianne was the ultimate feminist icon. She supported and fought for Myrcella Baratheon’s claim to the Iron throne over her younger brother, Tommen, and she hoped that the rest of Westeros would follow after Dorne’s right of inheritance regardless of gender and order of birth. But no! They disregarded that seemingly important plot that even George R.R. Martin was disappointed about the changes. (We hear you, George!) Nevertheless, Arianne would’ve supported a queen, yes. But between Daenerys and Cersei, she’d probably go with Dany mainly because of their family ties. In case you forgot, Rhaegar’s late first wife, Elia Martell, was Arianne’s aunt. Also, because of what happened to Elia and Oberyn Martell in King’s Landing, the Martells practically loathed the Lannisters. In the show, Oberyn Martell’s paramour Ellaria Sand, and his bastard daughters, the Sand Snakes, hated the Lannisters, that’s why they sided with Dany. But with all of them dead and House Martell now extinct, I think the new prince of Dorne would’ve allied himself with a tamer ruler, not one who plays with wildfire. (Note: this is when Dany stayed in the North and did not march south yet.)

Spies. In the Art of War, the use of spies implies gaining knowledge of the enemy, knowing their motive and their next move. With Lord Varys the Spider in Winterfell, who’s still serving under Daenerys, has its advantages. Vary’s networks of spies or as what he called them, his “little birds” are literally scattered across the seven kingdoms.

His little birds are actually children, and appearance-wise, cannot be easily identified as spies. With his intel, they could easily formulate a plan to defeat Cersei.

DEFENSE AT SEA

 If Cersei couldn’t do it by land, she’ll go by sea. Which, Daenerys of course, have the appropriate fleets to defend, covering both the Narrow and Sunset Seas. Here's a map:

(Source: pinterest.com)

Enemies to the East. If Cersei will be stupid enough to attack through the Narrow Sea by sea, Daenerys has the fleets to defend. The Northern fleet, a.k.a the Manderly Fleet of White Harbor and the Arryn Fleet in Gulltown in the Vale will join forces.

Enemies to the West. And if they invade through the Sunset Sea, they’d have to pass the Iron Islands, where Yara Greyjoy’s Fleet will intercept them, with the help of the Mallister Fleet in Seagard.

Who would win depends. The only other person that’s probably as good as Euron at sea is his niece, Yara. The rest of Dany’s fleet would have to get lucky or outnumber the number of ships in a fleet.

At this point, you’ll probably be like, oh, what if they steer clear from the fleets and enter the North’s weakly defended areas? Okay, that job falls to the castles nearest to their borders. The northernmost castle is the Last Hearth, the seat of House Umber, which is practically already deserted. On the south is Greywater Watch, which has the strongest defense out of all four cardinal directions. On both east and west hold the seat of two branches of House Flint, with Widow’s Watch on the east, and Flint’s Finger on the west (Again, refer to the map above). Once they see Cersei’s fleet, they’ll inform the people in Winterfell.

People tend to forget that Daenerys has the only air support with her dragons. So when she hears about this, she’ll easily burn the enemy fleet with one dracarys away.

That is, if Qyburn hadn’t installed that big-ass crossbow in one of the ships, then she’ll have to be better at dodging them. It gets better if Jon’s willing to help her with Rhaegal, but we’ll never know.

OUTNUMBERED AND SURROUNDED

The map shows the Crownlands and its neighboring kingdoms of the Vale, the Riverlands, the Reach, and the Stormlands. (Source: pinterest.com)

Territories. With Cersei sacrificing Casterly Rock to tighten her grip on the Iron Throne, she technically had also sacrificed the Westerlands, which meant everything north of King’s Landing is Dany’s territory now. With Dany’s army and territories secured, the Crownlands, where King’s Landing is, is technically surrounded by the Vale, the Riverlands, the Reach, and Stormlands. I included the Reach because, well, she roasted the Tarlys and took the remaining men to her cause with a choice, bend the knee or die in a blaze of glory.

Armies. Dany has the combined armies of North, Vale, Riverlands, Westerlands, Reach, Stormlands, and maybe Dorne, plus, the Unsullied; fleets of the North, Vale, Riverlands, and Yara’s fleet from the Iron Islands; and the only air support, her two remaining dragons. Cersei on the other hand, just had the army of the Crownlands, King’s Landing’s City Watch, the queensguard, plus, the Golden Company without elephants; and Euron Greyjoy’s fleet.

I think it’s obvious that Dany outnumbers Cersei’s army, by a lot. And at this point, Dany has enough allies to lay a siege on King’s Landing.

DAENERYS VS. CERSEI

Let’s discuss the difference in the personalities and motives of Daenerys Targaryen and Cersei Lannister.

They both have blond hair, are the only girl among three siblings, and are queens in their own right. But that’s where their similarities end.

Cersei currently sits on the iron throne, and she is loving the perks that came with it. Endless Power, which meant she can do whatever she wants and not care about what people think, like sleeping with her brother. With the news of Dany coming back to Westeros, she sees her as a threat and wanted nothing more than for Dany to disappear so she could stay in power.

Daenerys, however, claims that being the queen of the seven kingdoms is her birthright, as it was the Targaryens that reunited the whole continent of Westeros. Of course, it’s still power, but at the same time, she sees it as a responsibility as well. (With great power, comes great responsibility. Wow, I’m quoting Spiderman now.) She believes that as a queen, it’s her job to take care and provide for the needs of her subjects and even makes an effort to hold court as she listened to their demands. She also thinks that slavery is a big no-no, so she freed them.

The key to becoming a great leader is finding the balance between being loved and feared by your subjects. Cersei is more likely feared than loved. She also doesn’t care about her people, a fact that she admitted to her brother, Tyrion once. Daenerys most likely had the scale tips on balance, with her being equally loved and feared by her subjects. She’s loved because she actually takes time to listen to the people’s needs, and feared because she could take you out using her dragons with one word.

If Dany did lay siege on King’s Landing (again, we aren’t counting her major mad queen moment), the only thing Cersei can use against Dany is the people living within the city walls. Cersei might have heard that Dany’s been freeing slaves in the cities surrounding Slaver’s Bay, and figured out that she has a soft spot for the common folk.

In conclusion, if Daenerys had simply waited out and took her time planning and gathering allies and supplies against Cersei, she would’ve been successful in her campaign to retake Westeros. But then again, we aren’t the writers for this show. In the end, they had Jon battling through himself while he chooses to reply with either of his two favorite lines, She’s my queen or I don’t want it. Or that Sansa and Arya doesn’t like Dany at all and think that she’s a power-hungry, dragon-riding bitch. Or that Bran doesn’t give a f*ck about anything. So, yeah. What do you guys think?

#game of thrones #asoiaf #daenerys targaryen #cersei lannister #house stark #house targaryen #house lannister #house baratheon #house martell #the north remembers #jon snow #sansa stark #arya stark #bran stark #gendry baratheon #davos seaworth #brienne of tarth #king's landing #casterly rock #tarth island #euron greyjoy #yara greyjoy #drogon #rhaegal #westeros

[fedonciadale]

Maybe it's me, I don't think there is gendry@ going to happen in books. Reading stumpy's re-reads I never found a single moment that implies they are going to be lovers in future. Unlike show, I don't think Ary@ is even attracted to him. D&D romanticised their relationship just like they did with others. Plus she is still a child.

Hi there!

I think it might happen in an epilogue? I wouldn't say that there is nothing there, but it's difficult to say what is Jonsa foreshadowing: (like the whole brother-sister dynamic, Gendry almost getting involved with a whore who definitely is another or Robert's bastards, Gendry defending Ary@ etc.)

I agree that Ary@ is not attracted. She is a child after all. We can safely say, that she likes Gendry though. So, I wouldn't say there is no chance it will happen. If it happens though it should happen when Ary@ comes back from her travels and settles down and I would actually like that for her.

Thanks!

#anon ask #Gendry@ #Ary@ #gendry waters #Jonsa foreshadowing #It could easily be both

[servantofthefates]

Why I Hate the Game of Thrones Tarot Deck

Because the show is known for its countless interesting characters. Yet somehow, the author of this abomination decided to use Jon, Dany and Sansa a million times, while pretending that a Son of the Harpy is more important than Robb, Catelyn, Stannis, Gendry, Davos, Bronn or Tywin.

THIS IS HOW IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN

The Fool: Bran Stark

Not Tyrion. At the beginning of the story, after his fall, Bran went on an exciting but dangerous journey of both body and soul to become the Three-Eyed Raven. It even culminated in him being King. That is The Fool’s Journey completed.

The Magician: Tyrion Lannister

Not Littlefinger. Only when reversed is The Magician a trickster. Upright, he uses the power of his mind to manifest good things not only for himself but for others. That is exactly what Tyrion tried and sometimes succeeded to do.

The High Priestess: Melisandre

The author got that one right, thank Gandalf. Mel made wrong interpretations of her visions, but redeemed herself at the last minute. We watched her grow from a flawed oracle to The High Priestess.

The Empress: Dany?

Fine. But Dany only tried to embody The Empress energy. Not only did she become the ultimate villain by Season 8, she also could not have kids, and The Empress is all about virtue and fertility. But since there is really no one else… fine.

The Emperor: Jon?

Okay. There is just no other candidate. The Emperor, though, is the strongest, most stable figure in tarot, and yet Jon’s fans always feared for his life throughout the show. One time our fears were even realized when his “friends” stabbed him to death.

The Hierophant: Maester Aemon

Not Varys. The Hierophant is a wise and benevolent keeper of traditions. I would have accepted The High Septon, even though he embodied The Hierophant reversed, not upright. But Varys? Really? He is neither spiritual nor traditional. Unless not having balls is really in these days.

The Lovers: Jon and Ygritte

The obvious choice. They were each other’s first and true love. Sorry, Jonerys shippers, but even before your boi killed your mama, Jon cared more about his siblings than about her.

The Chariot: Loras Tyrell

Not Drogon. Tarot’s Chariot refers to the driver, not the vehicle. This archetype is about youthful success… victory you tasted before the Wheel of Fortune turned everything upside down. It is Loras Tyrell being pretty and winning at tournaments before life forced him to grow up.

Strength: Jaime Lannister

Not Brienne. The Strength card is all about taming the lion inside you. Which is exactly what Jaime did. He rose above his baser instincts (of pushing children out of windows) and became a true knight in shining armor. Brienne had issues and insecurities, sure, but she never had to fight such darkness.

The Hermit: Jaqen H’ghar

Not Bran. Being a virgin does not make you The Hermit. This guy is someone wise and calm. Someone who has mastered the mysterious arts (like how to change faces). Plus, Bran has always had villainous tendencies, yet The Hermit has pure intentions. Sure, Jaqen kills people. But he views death as a gift.

Wheel of Fortune: A wheel?

Alright. I mean, what are you gonna do? It’s a wheel.

Justice: Stannis Baratheon

Not Ned Stark. Ned was powerless in the face of injustice, so how can he possibly embody this card? Stannis’ motivations, on the other hand, have always been based on justice. He killed his brother and his daughter, yes, but in his heart of hearts, he believed it was for the greater good. Also, the story of Davos’ fingers literally reeks of justice.

The Hanged Man: Ned Stark

Not the flayed man of House Bolton. Any man the Boltons flayed must have died screaming. The Hanged Man, though, is someone who makes a sacrifice very willingly, like Ned.

Death: Arya Stark

Well, she does make people dead.

Temperance: Samwell Tarly?

Okay, sure. Sam was a coward, but then he tempered his fear with courage and intelligence, so it works.

The Devil: Daenerys Targaryen

Not Ramsay Bolton. The Devil in tarot is not evil. Not really. The Devil is someone who lets his obsessions and addictions take over, which is what Dany did when she decided she was going to break the wheel by letting it run over a gazillion innocent people, children included.

The Tower: Bran falling from the tower

Not a puppy looking up at a tower. The Tower is sudden destruction. A farewell to everything one holds dear. Bran was a great climber and a potentially great knight who, after his Tower moment, could not even walk anymore.

The Star: Sansa Stark

Good choice. In the earlier seasons, Sansa embodied passive Star energy, when she did nothing but hope for someone to save her. Later on, she showcased active Star energy, when she began to save herself.

The Moon: Littlefinger by the Moon Door

Not just the Moon Door. The Moon is about secrets, deception and illusions; and what was Petyr Baelish the whole time if not all those things?

The Sun: Bran and Arya in Episode 1

Not another dragon. The main meaning of The Sun is pure, untainted joy. The kind that only children, yet untouched by cruelty and suffering, plus the truly resilient of us, are capable of feeling. 

Judgement: The Night King

Before Arya kicked his butt, his arrival really did feel like Judgement Day, so okay.

The World: Margaery/Olenna Tyrell

Not the map of Westeros. The World in tarot is about accomplishment and the celebration of it. It is literally having the world at your feet. Margaery had many such moments, and Olenna must have had an infinite number. I am certain she even felt The World energy at the time of her epic death.

When designing a tarot deck, one has to be an expert in both tarot and the chosen theme. These cards were drawn beautifully, and the guidebook was written eloquently. But to a true fan of Game of Thrones like myself, it is obvious that the character selection is Grade A shit.

#Tarot #Tarot decks #Tarot tips #Witch tips #Witchblr #Divination #servantofthefates #Game of Thrones #All About Tarot

[gayleonofcuy]

Arya as historian

Samwell: "I like Ulmer’s stories, though. Someone needs to write them down and put them in a book.”

Jon: “You do it."

-ADwD

Arya spends a lot of time with the Brotherhood without Banners in Book 3, trekking all over the Riverlands, and gaining a good understanding of their motivations, their most prominent members, their hideouts, victories, etc. What she didn't experience firsthand, she heard about from Harwin and Anguy, and she will likely hear about their end from her surviving friends (Hotpie, Gendry, Ned Dayne, to name a few).

It would be lovely if, post war, she ends up as a chronicler in the vein of Colloquo Votar, especially if the brother who expanded her world by giving her a sword also encourages her to write down the things she has heard about or experienced, as he does with Samwell.

Plus, she is a good listener, which is important in storytelling and writing.

Arya had loved nothing better than to sit at her father’s table and listen to them talk. She had loved listening to the men on the benches too; to freeriders tough as leather, courtly knights and bold young squires, grizzled old men-at-arms.

-AGoT

#arya stark #jon snow #asoiaf #jonxarya #jonrya

[fandomficsnstuff]

Princess

Gendry x Lannister!Reader

Prompt 55 - “Shut up and kiss me already”

(Gets a tiny bit smutty at the end, plus this is kinda long, so buckle up darlings!)

You watched him work in silence, occasionally looking away, pretending to be interested in something else, before looking back at him again, not being able to keep your gaze off of him for much longer. It was no wonder, with how deep in thought you were, that you yelped and jumped half a mile when you felt a gloved hand on your shoulder, turning to see a King’s Guard, your heart pounding against your chest “yes?” your tone held a slight annoyance, an annoyance for ruining your day with whatever was needed of you now, “Princess (Y/N), the Queen sent me for you, she wishes to speak with you” you nodded, looking down before briefly back to him, seeing him already looking at you, making your cheeks turn as red as the colors of your mother’s house. You quickly moved towards the Red Keep, the King’s Guard following closely behind, barely able to escort you as he was told due to the speed you held.

You entered your mother’s chambers, seeing her stand by her balcony with a glass of wine in her hand. You knew who your mother was, and you knew who your real father was. Your mother used to say you got your wits from your grandfather, and your beauty from her. You were born barely a year after Joffrey, your mother fell pregnant soon after giving birth to him, but you were nothing like Joffrey, he was cruel, childish and enjoyed tormenting Tommen, something you despised. You were the exact opposite, you were beautiful, kind, curious and intelligent. On one hand, Joffrey was impulsive, you, on the other, was cautious. But despite what you knew, despite your mother’s flaws, how you were disobedient more than her other children, she adored you. You were her first born daughter, and you couldn’t deny the love your mother held for you, you had been offered a lot of suitors already, but your mother shooed them off one way or another, either they disappeared, or she simply cut off your contact with them, which was why you didn’t want her to know of where you went in the city, something you felt was about to be discussed. 

“You’ve been spending a lot of time in the city… with the peasants” she didn’t even look at you as she spoke, and you knew she was scared, for all her flaws, she loved her children, and you knew how she despised being sold off to the King Robert, you knew that she felt like a horse being sold to whoever paid the most, and you also knew, that she was scared that would happen to you, and Myrcella. “Yes” you answered courtly, seeing her turn around, studying you, spotting the mud, or at least what she hoped was mud, on the bottom of your dress. “Why?” she asked sharply, walking towards you “why do you bother with the peasants? You’re a princess, they mean nothing compared to you” she was never afraid of stating her opinion of the common folk, something that you tried your hardest to ignore “because I like to see how they’re doing under my father’s reign” she glanced at you out of the corner of her eye at your words, you both knew that you knew, but none of you had ever spoken about it, so you were not surprised when she looked down, gliding over the topic “I like to see how they live, if they are well” you continued, ignoring her sharp glare, shrugging your shoulders lightly. “You won’t do it again” she stated after a long silence, making your jaw drop, and you wanted to spew a long list of very unlady like words at her “but-”

“No, this is final” she interrupted, and you just stared at her “I will not have you mingle with the common folk” she added, sipping her wine, and you couldn’t hold back your scoff, glaring at her “one of these days, you’re going to lose me, not because I want to leave you, but because you make me” you spat at her, walking past the King’s Guard and to your room, not noticing the way your mother’s eyes softened at your words, before hardening again as she remembered the King’s Guard “you’re dismissed” you said to him, and he bowed and left.

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You wrapped a shawl around your Lannister golden hair, it was early, way earlier than you had ever woken up, but you wanted nothing more than to go back out into the city, you didn’t lie when you said that you wanted to see how the people were doing, you were just more focused on one person instead of the entire population of King’s Landing. This wasn’t as much about the handsome Blacksmith apprentice anymore, as it was not being a prisoner, being locked up in the Red Keep for the rest of your life.

You were almost out of the Red Keep, almost, until you heard some armor clanking behind you and you froze, closing your eyes briefly before turning around, ready to make a scene to go out. You were met by a Lannister Guard, narrowing your eyes at him “yes?” you were ready, you prepared yourself for the inevitable fight that would come, but it shocked you to hear what he said “I’m here to escort you through the city, Princess (Y/N)” your eyes were as wide as dinner plates at his words “on whose orders?” you barely registered your own words before they left your mouth “on the Queen’s orders, Princess”, you narrowed your eyes at him in suspicion, thinking it over before nodding “just… stay back, please?” the guard nodded at your statement, though barely kept any distance as you had requested, but you couldn’t help but smirk at the idea that popped into your head.

You leaned against a wall as you panted, trying to regain your breath. You had lost the guard your mother sent with you, making you smirk in victory, the Blacksmith right around the corner, you just needed to catch your breath first, that is.

“What’s got you panting?” you snapped your head towards the sound of the voice, turning to see the one person you had been looking at for months now. Your mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, trying to come up with a response as he approached you “I-... I was, uh… I was-”

“Watching me” he interrupted you, and all the color drained from your face at his statement, he knew. He stalked closer to you, with every step forward he took, you took a step back, your back eventually hitting the wall “for weeks now, actually. Why?” he narrowed his eyes at you as he studied you, and you quickly looked down, avoiding his gaze “I-... I don’t know…” you mumbled, making him scoff, looking at you confused “so you’ve been watching me for weeks now, for no reason?” he asked in a low tone, watching you nod, then quickly shake your head, then shrug.

A smile tugged at his lips when you finally looked up at you, and he noticed your beautiful green eyes that held small flecks of gold in them, and you felt his calloused fingers as he placed a stray hair of gold behind your ear, it must’ve been tugged loose when you ran from your mother’s guard, you thought. You unintentionally leaned into his touch, making the smile on his lips grow just a tiny bit, “what’s your name?” he asked quietly, his hand still cupping your cheek, making sure your beautiful eyes stayed on him “(Y/N)” you whispered, leaving out the ‘Baratheon’ part. He nodded, you were both so close now, your noses almost touching, and you had barely noticed that he had moved closer, too caught up in his hand on your cheek, “I’m Gendry” he whispered back before letting his lips touch yours, what started as a soft kiss turned into a more heated one, the hand that cupped your cheek went to the back of your head, his other went to your hips, holding you against him as your hands rested on his chest. You didn’t mind that he was covered in soil and dirt, in fact, you liked it. He was nothing like the high lords who all approached with their pitiful gifts, hoping to win your heart through something that wasn’t them, but Gendry, Gendry was everything they were not, you had seen him be kind to strangers, you had seen him work his metal, and seen how he wasn’t afraid to get dirty, and you liked it, you more than liked it, you loved it.

As you were kissing he pulled back, at first you thought something was wrong, but then you noticed how he just looked at you with adoration “you’re so beautiful...” he mumbled, studying your face as you blushed at his words “you’re like an angel or something” he mumbled, making you giggle slightly “shut up and kiss me already” you pulled him back to your lips, resuming the kiss he had broken before.

You were so wrapped up in feeling his lips on yours, feeling the way his hand gripped your hip, how his thumb gently rubbed small circles on your waist. You felt at home, safe, and you couldn’t help but feel the muscles under his tunic, making you moan into the kiss, making him do everything he could to hear that sound again. His hand left your hip, going much higher, but still holding back, so that if you wanted you could always back off, you could always leave. ut you didn’t, you let him feel his way to your chest, you let him cup your breast in one hand, making you moan as he squeezed it lightly, and he took the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth, exploring as much of it as he could before you both had to part, needing air. You panted as you looked up at him, and he adored the sight of you, your lips slightly parted, your cheeks red and your lips bruised from kissing, your chest rising up and down in time with your breath, showing just how out of breath you were.

You were about to lean up for another kiss when you heard the clanking of familiar armor, making you groan, Gendry looking at you confused “what is it? Are you in some trouble?” you glanced at him, your brows furrowing “I saw you, the other day, with that King’s Guard” he admitted, his cheeks slightly red from the fact that he just admitted to watching you as well. You gently shook your head “no, no I’m not” your hands left his chest, and he took that as his sign to let go of you, though he was not exactly happy about it. You were about to say something else when the guard turned the corner “Princess (Y/N)! Is this scum bothering you?” he had a hand on the hilt of his sword, and your eyes widened “no! No he’s not” you quickly said, stepping in between the guard and Gendry, who stared at you with wide eyes, not believing his ears “well… you should get back to the Red Keep, Princess” you mentally cursed him, ‘stop calling me that!’, you thought, damn near exploding when he did it again “come along Princess, we wouldn’t want to worry your mother” there was almost a slight tone of fear at his last statement, making you sigh and nod, walking towards him before turning to Gendry “see you tomorrow” you whispered, smirking at him as he just stood there in the alley, watching you walk away with a guard from the Lannister army. Gendry couldn’t help but scoff, a smirk on his lips as he shook his head at you. Princess, you were a princess, and one interested in him at that.

#Gendry x Lannister!Reader #GoT #game of thrones #Gendry #GameOfThronesFanFic #I'mProudOFMyThirstForThisDude #GendryFic

[agentrouka-blog]

Arya and Sansa had different image of flowers in their chapters. While romantic, Sansa arc had been filled with roses images. Tyrells, her marriage bed with rose petals, Marillion 'rose' song have negative image. Plus her flowering was trauma associated. With Arya it's nature, but her giving father flower(purple poison) caused her rashes and later she called flower smell stinking when she was bathed in it. She also remember Loras giving rose to Sansa. Do you think flower are negative in both arc

Hi anon!

I would say that flowers generally are a signal of romantic or sexual danger, perhaps.

Just think of poor Pate and his obsession with Rosey, or Chett picking flowers for Bessa, or Daario picking wildflowers for Dany. Catelyn wore flowers in her hair and played at being Jenny of Oldstones and Petyr tagged along. Bael the Bard traded a rose for a maiden. Craster named his daughter after the gillyflower. Sansa's "flowering" opens up the danger of impending marriage to Joffrey. Jon has a fantasy of handing a flower fo Ygritte, and she rejects the concept not long after.

"Then I'd push him in a stream or throw a bucket o' water on him. Anyhow, men shouldn't smell sweet like flowers." "What's wrong with flowers?" "Nothing, for a bee. For bed I want one o' these." Ygritte made to grab the front of his breeches. (ASOS, Jon V)

None of these relationships equal love. Quite the opposite. Rape, murder, violence, obsession and force.And that’s not even counting all the times flowers and blooms are used as metaphors for wounds, fire, decay or other destructive forces.

For our Stark sisters, it's similar, as you describe.

Arya picks the poison kisses unwittingly, just as Sansa unwittingly carries the poison for Joffrey, and Arya is bathed in flowery scent just before her odd wrestling match with Gendry, just like Sansa is scrubbed and perfumed before her surprise wedding with Tyrion. Both their dresses are damaged by what follows. There is an air of deception or coercion in these scenarios, or of ignorance. There is always something off.

When flowers enter the picture, it pays to be wary.

And yet I cannot help but think that there will be a subversion to this, a true flower among all the false flowers, as described in this lovely post by @cappymightwrite.

#flowers #flower imagery #abusive relationships #arya stark #sansa stark #jonsa

[jjofalltrades]

For the fan fic asks, 3, 5 (for Wolf Hunt and/or Hello), 7 (again for Wolf Hunt and/or Hello) and 9. Please and thank you.

@thatsaysalotalotalot sending you all my virtual love! Thank you so much!

3: Do you have any upcoming WIPs? How far along are you with them? WOLF HUNT: The next chapter is pretty much finished except that first scene. I've re-written and added more details than the original fight between Arry and Gendry. I just have to tell myself to stop editing it, tbh lol.

HELLO: I have an outline for the next chapter. One scene is basically written. I think I've been procrastinating because of the smut? I don't want it to be cringey. BUT I've also been working on my GBB since I need to haul ass on that project. If I can just get out of my head and write, I'll be firing on all cylinders again!

5: Share a snippet that you're proud of from an upcoming fic/chapter.

WOLF HUNT: When a tentative hand found her shoulder, Arry shuddered. He squeezed as if to let her know that she wasn't alone. But she was alone—had been alone for a long time. Whirling around, the brunette meant to push him away, only to freeze when her palm landed on his bare chest. Clad in nothing but a white towel around his waist, Gendry stood like a stag caught in headlights. His skin was warm and damp from the shower. Her grey eyes studied each droplet that clung to him, begging herself not to lower her gaze further.

HELLO: I haven't written it yet beyond scrap notes. It's a scene where present-day Gendry and Aegon are at the sheriff's house having a very important discussion. They have some issues to work out. Ya know, centuries of killing each other does that to a guy. Anyway, it's going to be one of my favorite scenes because of how raw it gets.

7: Were there any ideas you had for [WOLF HUNT/HELLO] that you couldn't make work? What were they? WOLF HUNT: Tons, which is why I'm adding them in this version lol. We'll be getting more scenes in the year between that 15 year jump into the future. I'm bound and determined to have more Gendry and Jon scenes. Still debating on that one Ramsay scene when he's in Arry's apartment. Do you remember that one? That one is getting edited because I didn't quite like how it felt. Don't worry, Ramsay is still going to be a fucking creepy, though. He'll have more scenes, too....unfortunately. There was one originally, where I wanted Arry to know more than she does & gets Gendry out of some situations. But that scene didn't work for her development and I have something much more sinister for her future self. HELLO: The 1980's storyline is getting a facelift. I know we never got to it in the original version; however, it was far too similar to the 1940's version. So I'm scrapping that to tie in some other loose ends. Plus, it'll make for a great adventure between Gendry and Steffon. Let me think, uhhh originally I had a scene between Arya and Aegon that would've painted him quite the villain, but I wanted his character arc to go a little deeper than the lustful Targaryen dickhead. 9: Are there any fics you'd love to see but don't want to write yourself? What are they? Hmm, I don't know. The Gendrya writers are pretty good about giving us a little bit of everything. I might like to see more time periods than just canonverse. @babyitsbeautiful is giving us some major action-packed fics that I can't wait to dive into. I'm a sucker for mysteries and action. I'm so sorry that my answer posts keep ending up being super long lmao! This is just what I needed to get some gears rolling now that I've gotten a chance to actually sit and think about them. Thank you again for this ask! Much love!

#ask game #fic ask #writer asks #gendrya #wolf hunt #hello #I promise I'm writing little by little #summer is a drag with kids

[captainelliecomb]

WIP Wishlist Round Three

It’s that time of month again. Since the J/B fandom broke me, and I now read WIPs, often to frustration that is entirely my own fault, here are some WIPs I wish would update right now.

Not listed in each Things I Love section: Jaime and Brienne. That’s a given for these.

Round One and Round Two and WIPs From Those Lists That Were Updated

WIPs I Subscribe To

We Built it Slowly, Stone by Accidental Stone by Durincorporated (75,000 words, last updated January 2021)

Summary: In the wake of the Battle for Winterfell, the survivors begin to plan the future that had seemed so unlikely when the dead were marching south. A new King in the North is named, weddings are had, marriage proposals are made, and the Dragon Queen names another Hand. (Jaime/Brienne, Tyrion/Sansa, Arya/Gendry, Jon/Daenerys)

Things I love: Sansa and Daenerys finding common ground, trust, and friendship; Arya and Daenerys doing the same; Arya and Jaime arguing their way through conversations about honour and love and survival; Sandor protecting the shit out of the Stark girls; some people being alive who weren’t otherwise alive as of the start of season 8; more practical ways to go to war.

An Old Lion Amongst Young Wolves by Angelic_Temptress (50,000 words, last updated December 2020)

Summary: “The raven your brother sent from Dragonstone promised a Lannister army, yet here you are with no garrison, no cavalry.” He took a deep breath and a step forward. “My sister had no intention of aiding the North in this war with the dead. I came to warn your brother and his Dragon Queen.” (Jaime/Brienne, Tyrion/Sansa, some background Jon/Daenerys and Arya/Gendry)

Things I love: Arya and Sansa friendship; Sansa’s clever playing of the game; complicated, difficult incursions of the dead more than just one hard-to-see long night; dialog that is smart, and witty, and sarcastic; more practical ways to go to war.

possess the power by jellyb34n (35,000 words, last updated August 2020)

Summary: “Mjolnir,” Brienne breathes. She can feel Jaime’s eyes sharpen on her, the discomfiting intensity with which he has begun watching her of late. She can never properly meet his gaze when he looks at her that way, so she just flicks her eyes to the edge of his face. “May I —”“By all means,” he interrupts. She can hear the smirk in his voice. She sets her jaw. His jeering will not deter her. She is unworthy, she knows. All she wants is to touch: to know, just for a moment, the feel of something so powerful it can judge one’s heart, one’s very core. With only the pads of her fingers, she touches the handle. The supple leather gives way to cool silver. Some tightness loosens in her chest, and she grows more bold, traces her fingers along the bifurcations tenderly. She imagines that Mjolnir seems to waken under her touch. It’s impossible, she is unworthy, nothing she has done or ever will do could ever make her worthy, but just for a moment —“Lift it, wench,” Jaime says, breaking through her thoughts as he moves to stand beside her. (Jaime/Brienne, Sansa/Margaery, Arya/Gendry)

Things I love: It’s a Thor AU! How could I not be excited about this. Plus good mix of lore; wonderful character interactions; stressful, engaging adventures; fun look at Westerosi politics.

The Jewels that Bind by WackyGoofball (16,000 words, last updated October 2017)

Summary: Jaime Lannister rushes to save his brother from execution at the hands of Lysa Arryn, only to stumble into a much bigger trouble than he ever anticipated when he set out from King’s Landing in a desperate quest to rescue Tyrion. A mystery knight comes to their aid, but the knight's identity is likely even more mysterious than the nature of his entrance into the lives of the Lannister brothers. As Jaime tries to unravel just what happened that led to his brother's imprisonment, he starts to realize that there is a problem in the Seven Kingdoms reaching far beyond a bad rule at the hands of Robert Baratheon as people continue to be sacrificed to the White Walkers, a secret well kept from those in power, or rather, an issue that keeps getting ignored so long it does not concern them. And while Jaime wants nothing but return home, he finds himself bound to undertake a journey to battle back the Others, who continue to creep their way across the Wall, along with the mystery knight whose past may hold the answers to unlock the secrets of a song long since forgotten: The Song of Ice and Fire. (Jaime/Brienne, Jaime & Tyrion)

Things I love: To hurt myself because this hasn’t been updated since 2017 and only has one chapter but I still read it and I still want more. Curious worldbuilding, snark, interesting adventures, secret stories.

And a new section, inspired by Round Two: WIPs I Subscribed To That Are Now Complete But Remained On My Subscription List Until Today

A Ghost Here Amongst the Living by extra__credit and winterkill @kurikaesu-haru​ (85,000 words)

Summary: Tywin Lannister's death forces his three estranged children to return to Casterly Rock and confront the ghosts of their shared past. They're joined by skeptical City Watch constable Brienne of Tarth, and her assistant Sansa Stark, who just wants to see a real ghost. (Jaime/Brienne, Tyrion/Sansa)

#game of thrones #jaime x brienne #tyrion x sansa #arya x gendry #jon x daenerys #durincorporated #extra__credit #winterkill #angelic_temptress #asoiaf #jellyb34n #thor ragnarok au #wackygoofball #WIP wishlist

[lostinmirkwood]

Gendrya Kinktober Day 19- Formalwear

Find it on AO3 here.

The first time Arya sees Gendry in a suit is as he’s opening the door to his flat when she arrives to pick him up for Robb and Talisa’s wedding. They haven’t been dating for long but Gendry’s familiar enough with the Starks that Arya feels comfortable enough to bring him as her plus-one to such a formal event. He’s wearing well fitted navy trousers and jacket, under which is a crisp white shirt. His cognac loafers sit near the door while he fiddles with his tie as he opens the door to let her in. They both pause and stare at each other for a moment.

Arya’s hair is swept up into a formal knot for the occasion with a few loose tendrils curling near her neck and Sansa had done her makeup just before she’d left to get Gendry. They’re unintentionally matching Arya realizes as she drops the hem of her dark blue gown she’d been holding so she didn’t trip on her way up the stairs in her heels. Eventually she snaps out of it enough to step forward into his flat. “I just need to tie this and we can go,” he says, gesturing to the silk around his neck, hands making no move to return to their task as his eyes continue to drink her in.

Arya rolls her eyes at him and steps in close, batting his hands out of her way as she takes hold of the ends of his tie. Gendry’s breath stutters for a moment as her nimble fingers make short work of the knot before smoothing down his chest. They settle at his hips for a moment as she looks up at him, still small next to him even in her heels. She gently tugs him even closer before pecking him on the lips and stepping back towards the door with a smile. “Hurry up you silly bull, I can’t be late for my brother’s wedding!”

Gendry shakes his head, trying to clear the light smell of her perfume that had further muddled his thoughts at the sight of her done up. Checking his pockets he gives her a quick pat on the bum as he guides her out the door down to the waiting car. She’s going to be the death of him one day, he swears.

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Arya gets called away by her mother moments after they arrive and when she returns she finds him surrounded by a few of Talisa’s cousins. She leaves him to fend for himself when she’s called away for pictures before finding him again, her ancient Great Aunt Branda clinging to his arm as she nattered on about gods knew what. Appearing by his side with a plate of canapés snagged from a passing waiter she traded him the food for her aunt, gently guiding the old woman to her table. Branda pats her hand as Arya sits her down, commenting that Arya had found herself “quite the strapping young lad, were I 70 years younger young lady…”. She steps away to get them drinks and returns to find a law school friend of Robb’s with her hand on his arm as he subtly tries to lean away. Handing him his glass of whiskey she coolly smiles at the woman before taking his arm and dragging him to their table.

“It’s the suit,” she says, with mock condemnation, “they can’t help themselves.”

Gendry looks adorably confused as they weave through the tables, unaware of the appreciative glances from both male and female guests alike in his wake. “What do you mean?” He asks as they find their seats.

“Have you seen yourself today? I knew I’d need to keep a close eye on you or one of these slags might think you’re available to take home!”

Gendry smiles down at her, pulling her chair out and whispering in her ear, “No way, m’lady. You’re the only one I’m taking home tonight.” She gives him a kiss on the cheek as he sits next to her, Bran and Rickon groaning as they see and Gendry’s ears turn a bit pink.

Dinner is delicious. The Starks had clearly spared no expense for the wedding of their eldest child. Everything looked as though it came out of a magazine spread, including the beautiful woman seated next to him, laughing with her younger siblings through the multiple courses. Rickon joked that if all Stark weddings were to be like this he’d run off and live in the woods to escape their mother and a six course dinner menu. Bran declared that he’d just live in sin. Arya snorted into her glass of wine at her brothers’ antics, saying, “If I get married I’m doing it on a beach in Dorne. You all can find out afterwards and help stop Mum from going ballistic.”

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After another extraction, this time from a particularly enthusiastic bridesmaid who had cornered him near the dance floor, Arya takes Gendry’s hand and pulls him down a hallway. Opening a door seemingly at random she shoves him into an empty lavatory. He sputters an apology as she locks the door behind her. She’s not sure why, she knows he’s not trying for the attention, he’s done nothing but look damn good in that suit. She grabs him by the lapels and pulls him down to her, slamming her mouth into his for an aggressive kiss that shuts him up. Gendry immediately stops talking, kissing her back with enthusiasm.

Arya breaks away enough to say, “I know you aren’t trying, but like I said, you look fucking hot. I’m just claiming what’s mine. Now.”

Gendry grins and pulls her to him again, walking her back until she bumps into the counter. With a small jump he has her set on the edge of the marble so he doesn’t have to bend as much to reach her lips. His tongue slides into her mouth and his hands traverse her back to settle on her thighs as he begins to ruck the fabric of her dress up to her hips so he can step between her legs. Arya lets out a soft moan when he grinds himself against her. Her head tips back against the mirror and Gendry’s lips leave hers to move down her exposed throat.

“Can’t… can’t leave any marks,” Arya gasps out when he nips softly at her neck.

Gendry growls slightly and his hands dip under her skirts to feather up the smooth skin of her thighs. He lifts his head slightly, making eye contact with her as his fingers catch the lace edge of her thong. With a frantic nod Arya lifts her hips enough for him to slide the scrap of fabric off, raising an eyebrow as he tucks it into his jacket pocket.

“You can’t keep that. I’m not walking out of here without my underwear, my entire family is out there.”

Gendry merely smirks before dropping to his knees in front of her. He kisses his way up her thighs before licking her wide open. Arya’s head thuds against the mirror again and she tucks a leg over his broad shoulder, still in his navy jacket. She can’t see what he’s doing with the fabric piled in her lap but Gendry makes short work of her, licking and sucking her clit until she’s gasping and muffling her noises with her hand. Her hand grips his hair as she comes, needing to ground herself. He rises from below her skirts with a satisfied smile on his face. Arya grabs his tie and yanks him down to her, desperately kissing him, tasting herself on his tongue. His hands return to her hips as they make out on the vanity, Arya’s hands now running over his chest and shoulders.

“Look at you,” she coos when they part for breath, “Still all done up and looking like a gentleman.”

A quick glance towards the mirror shows his hair is a disaster from her hands and his pupils are blown but his suit is hardly rumpled despite her wandering hands. At his momentary distraction one of Arya’s hands drops to palm his erection through his slacks and he tears his eyes from the mirror to see her wicked smirk.

“Oh? What do we have here? Maybe not such a gentleman after all. Have you been thinking naughty thoughts, Mr. Baratheon? How long have you been wanting to get under my skirts today?”

Gendry groans quietly, “Since you walked in my door smelling like heaven and looking like this. Gods, Arry. You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Arya’s hand continues to squeeze him through his trousers. His cock is straining towards her, begging for more attention. She happily gives it, undoing his belt and pulling him free of his boxers. She gives him a few full strokes before reaching for her clutch he didn’t even realize she’d brought with her. With a grin she pulls out a condom, opens it, and rolls it on. Just as he’s about to thrust into her she stops him with a hand on his chest. Gendry freezes, looking up at her in askance. She moves him a step back and slides off the counter, skirts falling back to the floor as she stands. With a wink she turns to face the mirror and leans over, hauling her skirts back up and baring her pretty pale arse to him before bending over and grabbing the marble edge.

“Well? Come on then, I just wanted to watch.”

Death. Of. Him. Meeting her eyes in the mirror Gendry grabs her hips and slides into her with a smooth thrust. A few gentle rocks and he bottoms out. Arya gasps as he does, eyes glued to them both in the mirror. They’re both fully dressed, clothes pulled aside just enough for access and that makes the image even hotter. Gendry pulls back and thrusts again, Arya rocking on her toes with his motion, her grip tightening on the edge of the counter. They maintain eye contact as Gendry begins to thrust into her faster. He’s already close after getting under her skirts to eat her out and he’s not going to last long with the warm clutch of her around him. He takes one of his hands from her waist to find her clit. Brushing the swollen bud makes her cry out before she claps a hand over her mouth. He begins to circle it in time with his thrusts, driving her higher and higher until she tightens around him and shouts into her palm. The feel of her coming undone beneath him sends him over the edge and he drops his forehead to her bare shoulder as he tries to calm his breathing.

After a moment Arya begins to wriggle under him, “You’re squishing me you big bull. We need to get back out there before someone notices we’re gone and I have to answer awkward questions.”

Gendry smacks a kiss to her shoulder before standing to dispose of the condom. He tucks himself back into his pants and washes his hands as Arya straightens her dress and reapplies her lipstick in the mirror. When she holds her hand out to him he grabs it and begins to move towards the door.

Arya digs her heels in, “I need my underwear, Gendry. I’m not going out there bare-arsed.”

Gendry smirks and drops a kiss on her lips, “Your arse is plenty covered by that lovely dress of yours. These are mine for now.”

He unlocks the door and steps into the hall before she can respond and nearly runs smack dab into Sansa. He pulls the door shut behind him and leans on the frame. “Oh, hey Sansa,” he says, aiming for casual and praying Arya hears him and stays quiet for just a moment.

“Gendry!” Sansa grins at him and he can’t tell if she knows what he and her sister were just up to or she’s a little drunk and actually happy to see him, “have you seen Arya? I needed her help with something and I can’t find her anywhere!”

“Uh… Nope! Haven’t seen her for a minute. Stepped out to, uh, get some air and was about to head back to the ballroom…” he trails off, Sansa’s smile growing wider. “Well, when you see my sister, let her know I’m looking for her and in the meantime you might want to fix your hair before you return. You look like you got attacked by a… wolf,” with that Sansa turns and heads back the way she’d come.

Gendry sighs and steps out of the way as the lavatory door swings open. Arya looks like she was trying to hold in her laughter and was failing. “So Sansa knows,” he mutters, leaning his head on the wall.

“Yeah, I’ll say. Nice try though. That’s okay, I saw her and Theon necking behind the restaurant during the rehearsal dinner so she won’t say anything.”

He holds out his hand to her and Arya laces her fingers with his as they make their way back towards the ballroom. Gendry can’t refuse her when she pulls him onto the floor, spinning her around and swaying with her as the music changes. The lights are low and a slow song begins playing as they dance together, his arms wrapped around her waist as hers curled around his neck. His forehead rests against hers as they stare into each other's eyes other lost in their own world. Dorne, he thinks, I could do a beach in Dorne with her one day.

#gendrya kinktober #day 19 formalwear #gendrya #arya stark #gendry waters #gendrya fanfic #2200 words of wedding shenanigans #and unknowingly rocking the hell out of a suit #my writing

[ramblings-of-a-mad-cat]

Who you should fight: Game of Thrones Edition

Your wish is my command, Anon.

JON: Damn, you really do aim high. If you want to fight Jon Snow, there's nothing really stopping you. He wouldn't want to fight you, but he would accept your challenge honorably. Perhaps you would win, perhaps you wouldn't. Jon doesn't really like violence. He was victorious in the battle of the bastards, but only with the Knights of the Vale showing up at the eleventh hour. And he would have given his life to the Army of the Dead if Benjen hadn't shown up to save him. So you might win, it's possible. Just be prepared for the Starks to send their regards if you do. With Bran's visions, there would be nowhere you could hide. With Arya's faces, you'd never know she was coming.

SANSA: Look, it's not exactly wise to fight a Queen. Something to keep in mind going forward. You would almost certainly defeat Sansa, since she has almost no experience in actual fighting, but that doesn't mean your troubles would be over. Expect the Starks, the Northerners, the Knights of the Vale, and Brienne to rise up and hunt you down. So if you want to fight her, be prepared to run for the rest of your life. But really, why would you ever want to fight her in the first place? Between Cersei, Joffrey, Ramsay, and Littlefinger, hasn't the poor woman been through enough? If you go through with this, you'll be fighting a sexual assault survivor. Think about that for a second. And then don't fight Sansa. 

BRAN: Okay, okay, how about you just don't? This isn't about whether or not you should fight Bran, because to be honest - you can't. Bran is gone. Everybody forgets this but Bran is effectively dead by Season 7. So no, you couldn't fight Bran if you tried. All you could do is fight the Three Eyed Raven, and seven hells, why would you ever want to do that? Could you kill him? Maybe. He can always see you coming, but he doesn't carry weapons and he's paralyzed from the waist down. But who are you, the Night King? If you kill Bran, the world ends and the long night begins. Don't be The Night King. Don't fight Bran. 

ARYA: Ahahaha...sure, go ahead. If you've got some sort of death wish, feel free to try and fight Arya Stark. I'd give some line about how the Starks would come after you but frankly, it wouldn't come to that. Arya wouldn't be in any danger and they'd be well aware. You do know this is the girl who slayed the Night King, right? The one who single-handedly wiped out House Frey? Realistically, the fight isn't even going to happen unless she's in the mood. If she is, expect her to toy with you for about ten minutes before running you through with Needle. If she isn't, then you won't ever even see her. You'll just get a knife in the back from whatever face she's wearing.

DAVOS: Seriously? You're going to fight an innocent old man who doesn't even have all his fingers? What are you hoping to gain from doing so? Does beating up old men give you satisfaction? Well, it shouldn't - unless we're talking about Pycelle. But we're not, so put those weapons away! Look, if you choose to fight Davos, you're very likely to win the fight. And in doing so, I suppose you could reunite him with his son and his surrogate daughter in the afterlife. But just do not fight Davos under any circumstances. For goodness' sake, what did he ever do to you? 

THEON: In terms of physical combat, you could probably win this fight. Theon isn't shown to be nearly as strong as his sister, and he's also suffering from PTSD. So there's a very good chance that you could defeat him. But Yara is going to literally cut you into pieces if you do. With everything Theon has been through, don't you think he's suffered enough for his actions? Ramsay tortured him so much that he forgot who he was for a while. He castrated and flayed Theon. Kept him as a slave for three years. And even now, Theon is still recovering from what he went through. He still hates himself for betraying Robb. Just let the poor man heal in peace, won't you? 

YARA: Go ahead, fight Yara. She's not exactly the nicest person, so she could use a good wake-up call or two. Her only real redeeming quality is that she loves her brother. On the other hand, she's Ironborn so she might just enjoy the fight. There's also the question of whether or not you would win, or even escape with your life. To which I say - don't expect anything. Yara is ruthless, and she doesn't play fair. She commands the Iron Fleet and they're loyal to her. This woman was her Uncle's prisoner. I think it goes without saying that she's tough. I doubt you could win the fight, but feel free to try.

SANDOR: This is the only character that would probably enjoy the fight, so go ahead and spar a little with Sandor Clegane. Don't actually hurt him, because he's obviously been through enough. But enjoy a nice, friendly bout with the guy and let him get off some steam. Of course, I say that under the assumption that you COULD harm Sandor. The guy came close to beating Brienne, and his final Clegane Bowl with Gregor ended in a draw. Plus he's like...huge. So not a good chance at winning. Even if you use his weakness, fire...well, he's won a trial by combat where fire was involved. Don't be a jerk, don't kill Sandor. You'll wind up on Arya's list for sure. 

BRIENNE: To be honest, you aren't going to defeat Brienne unless you have exceptional skill and training in combat, and even then. The odds aren't in your favor. She's packing Valyrian Steel, and some heavy armor as well. Has Brienne ever lost a fight onscreen? I don't believe she has. Her weaknesses are emotional, not physical. In a fight, you don't stand much of a chance. Especially if she's trying to protect someone she cares about or honor a vow. That's her berserk button, so don't mention oaths. Or Jaime. Or Sansa. Really, Brienne is one of the most wonderful people in this entire series so why would you want to? Hang out with her instead. 

GENDRY: This one is just a bad idea overall. The dude has all the skills of Sandor, without any of the discipline that Brienne has. Remember how the Rebellion was what Robert referred to as his glory days? How he ousted an entire dynasty because they had offended him? The Baratheons are known for their uncontrollable tempers, and we haven't seen much of this in Gendry, but it's there. Put a war-hammer in his hands, and you will never be safe. Just look at the guy. Have you seen how buff he is? Besides, Arya would definitely kill you, even if Gendry doesn't. He's such a sweet, upstanding guy to begin with. I don't understand why you would even want to. Don't fight Gendry.

JAIME: I suppose you could. The guy only has one hand now, so in terms of combat prowess, you would probably win the fight itself. Assuming Brienne doesn't get to you first. Either way, expect to deal with Brienne, and that's not someone you want coming after you with a vengeance. Even if you defeat Brienne, you still aren't in the clear. Tyrion may not be one for physical fights, but rest assured the man will make you pay for harming his brother. Someday, when you least expect it, you will pay. To be fair, Jaime does have some crimes he needs to answer for, but he also saved King's Landing. Really, just don't fight him. He already feels badly enough about his past.

CERSEI: Always fight Cersei. Always fight Cersei.  This shouldn't need to be explained. Think about everything that she's done. All the people whose lives she ruined. Whatever terrible fate you can inflict is one that she deserves. Yes, she's pregnant, but don't forget - the witch in Season 5 warned her that she would only ever have three children. That baby isn't going to live no matter what happens. I suppose you'd have to get rid of Gregor Clegane first, so bring Sandor with you for a double knock-out. Other than that, I don't see anyone coming to Cersei's defense. That's just how awful she is. Jaime might try, but I think Brienne and Tyrion would be able to restrain him. Yeah, just. Just fight Cersei. 

TYRION: Damn, why would you want to fight Tyrion? So he made a few judgment calls that turned out poorly. He was always trying to do the right thing, and all of his decisions were well-reasoned. His entire life has been constant suffering. Do you really want to add onto that? Well, if you insist, you'll almost certainly win the fight. Being half the size of the average man and consuming alcohol on a daily basis would render Tyrion one of the physically weakest characters on the show. You could probably get away with it as well. I mean, Jaime would come after you, and hell hath no fury like a Lannister scorned. But like I said, he's not the strongest either. Just watch out for that golden hand.

DAENERYS: Should you fight Dany? I suppose it depends on your point of view. She's definitely committed monumental crimes, but she's also saved countless people. You have to ask yourself if such a divisive person deserves to live or not. Really, we could argue that point until the cows come home. The real question is - could you fight her? Ultimately, the answer is yes...if you get close enough. You'd have to get past her armies first, but once you do, she has no experience in direct combat whatsoever. An easy kill. That you could celebrate for ten seconds before Grey Worm or Drogon rip you apart. You can only ever tie with Daenerys, there's no winning.

MISSANDEI: Stop, stop right there. What are you thinking? You know this is how we got S8E5, right? This is what pushed Dany over the edge, so, just consider that for a moment. What would possess you to ever wish pain on such an innocent soul? Missandei deserves the world. She deserves to be free and happy. And you want to fight her? Go ahead. If you could actually land a blow or two, you might win rather quickly. But Grey Worm will rip you limb from limb before that happens, if Dany doesn't issue an angry "Dracarys" first. Actually, if they don't get there, then I will personally climb through the screen myself and fight you for threatening her. She is the purest of cinnamon rolls.

EURON: I will literally pay you to fight him. The man is begging for a punch in the face.

#Game of Thrones #Jon Snow #Arya Stark #Sansa Stark #Tyrion Lannister #Daenerys Targaryen #Jaime Lannister #Cersei Lannister #Brandon Stark #Ser Davos Seaworth #Yara Greyjoy #Theon Greyjoy #Brienne of Tarth #Sandor Clegane #Gendry Baratheon #Missandei of Naath