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im-his-druidess · 17 days

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The Deal

No one asked for this, but I needed something dark and gross 🤷‍♀️

TW: Dub-Con turned Non-Con; Infidelity; Cheating; Rough sex; Forced sex; Slight fuck-or-die but not really; Dead Dove Do Not Eat; Unnecessary amount of commas

Just when you think you couldn’t feel even more worthless, here you were spreading your legs for a man that wasn’t your husband, all for the chance to get food on your table. Your husband acted just as worthless as you currently felt and invited his parents to move into your already cramped house without discussing anything with you. Four grown adults living in a one-bedroom shack of a house, with your husband barely making enough money to feed you both let alone two more mouths, was enough to want to pull your hair out. Of course, it didn’t help that your mother-in-law found fault in every single thing you did which your husband agreed with to stay on his mother’s good side. Coupled with your in-laws living beyond their means, including gorging themselves on food that you managed to scrap together, which often left you going to bed hungry and riddled with anxiety. So, when you overheard the local gossip hounds whispering how the Hewitt family would give meat from their job at the slaughterhouse in exchange for favors, it didn’t take long for you to come to a steely resolve. It might have been the numerous days without a steady meal, or how you were belittled everyday at your home, that made you snap and jump at the chance.

Setting up the arrangement with Charlie Hewitt left a sour taste in your mouth at the way he openly leered at you the entire time, but you just kept thinking about finally going to bed with a full belly to get you through his poorly concealed innuendos and crass language. It wasn’t until you arrived at the Hewitt’s home, telling your husband you were walking to the next town for groceries as an excuse, that your plan began to crumble. The memory of Charlie’s words making fear squeeze your lungs and bile rising in your throat.

‘As much as I want a piece of that pussy…I made a promise to my kin. Tommy’s birthday is coming up and it is far past time for him to become a man despite what mama says. So that’s who you’ll be fucking today. If you got a problem with that then you can fuck off.’

He was so matter-of-fact about the whole thing that it made your head spin.

Relief that you wouldn’t have to sleep with that disgusting excuse of a man making you giddy, before realization at his words struck you like white-hot lightening. You’ve only seen Tommy Hewitt once and the memory was seared into your brain.

You had come across him as he lumbered down the main road on his way home from the slaughterhouse and you were frozen in your tracks as his hulking form stalked past you. He was a large burly man, with broad shoulders, huge biceps, and thick thighs, and his dark shaggy hair didn’t hide the fact that he wore some type of leather mask on the lower part of his face.

He still wore his bloodstained apron.

You had reluctantly agreed once Charlie “sweetened” the deal by promising double the amount of food he would give. Now, here you were, propped up on a bench in the shed while listening to Charlie whisper harshly outside the door. From his tone it sounded like he was scolding someone, Tommy to be exact when you heard his slow heavy footsteps nearing the door, and you swore your heart was going to beat out of your chest the longer you had to wait. From the snippets you could hear it sounded like he was giving instructions and you grimaced when you heard him give vivid instructions on what to put in where.

Finally, after what felt like hours, Tommy came stumbling through the door looking exactly like you remember minus the apron. You realized his blunt appearance was because he was being pushed into the room. Charlie gave you a dirty lingering look, shaking his head with a wistful sigh, before slapping Tommy on a broad shoulder before ducking back out.

The door shut with a firm thud and then you were left alone with the behemoth.

Fear and anxiety once more rushed through you fast enough to make you lightheaded, your heart pounding rapidly in your chest, and the man lingered almost awkwardly by the door. You dimly noticed that he kept his head down, stealing glances at you and your body through his curtain of hair, and you took a deep breath to gather your courage. The bench underneath you was hard and uncomfortable and you knew the sooner you got this over with the sooner you can go home and forget this entire thing.

With shaky hands you hiked up your skirt, removing your panties so they won’t get lost or ruined, and spread your legs. Your face burned in mortification at your actions, even more so when Tommy’s entire body jerked as if sucker-punched, and he didn’t even bother trying to hide the way he openly stared between your legs with wide blue eyes. You fumbled with the small bottle of oil you brought with you, knowing you weren’t going to get properly wet enough to make things less painful, and you quickly waved Tommy over. He approached slowly as if you were going to bite before settling between your spread legs. With him so close you suddenly realized just how big he was, your thighs straining to accommodate the width of his hips, and you nearly jumped out of your skin when a large heavy hand landed on your thigh. His skin was rough and overly warm, thick fingers digging into the meat of your thigh curiously, and you spotted his eyes darting over the rest of your body before settling back between your legs. Your nerves were starting to crumble at his slow pace so you reached down and began unbuckling his pants with trembling fingers.

His entire body tensed up and you mumbled a quiet apology, but your hands continued their work. You knew this was supposedly his first time, but you were anxious to get this over with. Tommy made a low grunting noise as he shuffled on his feet before you got his pants open and his entire body seemed to spasm when you reached into his pants to grab his dick.

You immediately paled at the sheer girth you encountered as you fingers weren’t even close to touching.

He was clearly proportionate to the rest of his body, but that also meant that he was hung like a fucking horse. You let go and fumbled with the vial of oil with a quick prayer for things to be over quickly. You ignored how he jerked his hips closer to you as if willing your hand back as he restlessly pushed his pants down with a grunt to offer you more room to touch him.

His cock stuck out just below his button-down shirt, almost drooping from the heavy weight, and the thick tip was an angry shade of red. You couldn’t help but compare him to your husband. He was larger in every single way, almost laughably so, and you had the brief thought of if you could even get that inside you. It twitched under your gaze. You looked away suddenly embarrassed and saw out of the corner of your eye his hips jerk once more towards you. You felt sweat pool at your lower back, the hot summer air doing nothing to cool you off despite being in shade, and you nervously wiped the sweat beading at your brow the back of your hand. You chided yourself and focused once more at the task at hand.

You poured a generous amount into your palm, nearly half the bottle, and steeled yourself before reaching down to coat him thoroughly. The sound he made didn’t seem human, the punched out garbled growl making the hair on the back of your neck stand on end, and you held back your whimper of fright as he thickened even more in your grasp. You tried to not think of how you were going to struggle to take him into your body. You dropped him once he was completely coated and dumped more oil into your hand, steadfastly ignoring the way Tommy panted through his mask. You leaned back while taking a deep breath before reaching down and slathering yourself, working the oil into your cunt while simultaneously trying to stretch yourself with two fingers in preparation. It wasn’t long until you felt calloused fingers brushing against the back of your hand making you nearly shriek in surprise. You whipped your head down to see Tommy had moved closer, eyes completely transfixed between your legs, and you realized he was gripping himself with his other hand.

He was stroking himself at the same pace you were working yourself open.

Unexpectedly, heat simmered low in your pelvis at the sight and you couldn’t help but squirm in place. It was only about a minute later that you could tell he was getting restless, his hand squeezing his cock tight enough to make you wince, and you pretended to not notice him rubbing the weeping tip against your thighs. Tommy suddenly gripped your leg and spread you even further and you did whimper at the pain shooting through your hip at the unnatural position. He began grinding against your hand still buried in yourself, huffing in annoyance when he was denied entry, and you took a shuddering deep breath before moving your hand away to grip the edge of the bench.

“Go…slow, okay? Slow,” you muttered in a raspy voice and the only answer you received was the sensation of something blunt and sticky nudging at you.

He suddenly surged forward in an attempt to ram himself in, making you shriek and kick your pinned leg uselessly, but thankfully he just slid through your wet folds and brushed against your clit. He did that a few more times and was clearly growing agitated.

Even as you tried to weakly soothe him by weakly petting the hand holding you open, but that just seemed to work him up even more. Eventually the head of his cock notched at your entrance and he began to slowly push forward, seemingly learning from his mistakes, and you felt your eyes widen at the stretch. He was impossibly wide, nearly making you scream as your body attempted to reject the intrusion, but he was determined and those dark blue eyes never strayed from your straining cunt. You tried to help by shifting your hips, bracing one foot on the bench to widen your pelvis, and even stretching your other leg out to help ease the tension.

Nothing worked and you couldn’t escape the mounting pressure.

“It’s not going to work…Tommy, you have to stop. It hurts,” you pleaded, beginning to push on his thick chest while wiggling your hips away from him, and your vision blurred with unshed tears. Tommy didn’t like you pushing him away.

With a growl he pulled back, but your relief was short lived as he easily grabbed your hips and flipped you over and resumed his position. One broad palm was flat on your back between your shoulder blades, pinning you in place even as you squirmed and kicked, and you felt him trying to push in again with renewed vigor.

“Tommy, stop! I changed my mind! Get off of me!” you shrieked with growing panic only to have your shouts silenced by the feel of that fat head popping inside you.

Your eyes widened, body freezing and clenching down on reflex, and you barely had time to draw in a breath before Tommy drew back and slammed himself halfway inside you. The scream you let out was ear-piercing and your throat immediately felt shredded from the sound, but was cut off by him rearing back and slamming his hip back into you until he was eventually buried to the hilt.

His croaky moan of pleasure was covered by another scream from you.

Tears were now flowing freely down your face as you howled in pain, feeling as if you were being ripped in half, and you barely noticed Tommy’s other hand reaching down to paw at your wet cheeks as if to soothe you.

He only stayed still for a few seconds before leaning back and beginning a downright brutal pace. His hips were slamming into you with enough force to have the bench beneath you creaking ominously, your pelvis felt like it was going to shatter, and you had the stray thought that no amount of preparation would have ever prepared for you for him. Your gasping cries were short and choppy, from both his frantic pace and the hand pushing you down effectively squishing your lungs, but you still shrieked and yelped for him to stop or at least slow down to let your body adjust.

He didn’t listen.

He seemed possessed, grunting and snarling as he pounded into you mercilessly, and eventually your body went limp. You clawed helplessly against the wood beneath your cheek, blubbering incoherently, and prayed that Tommy would finish quickly. As if punishment for accepting this deal, you were granted no such reprieve.

He continued to rut into you like a mindless beast for what felt like hours, your insides swollen and throbbing as they were pummeled by his thick cock, and sweat was dripping off of him and mingling with your tears as he leaned over you to reach impossibly deeper. It wasn’t until his hips started stuttering and his thrusts turned deep and hard instead of fast and frantic that had you crying in relief at the telltale signs that he was nearing his finish. Then a horrifying realization dawned on you. Tommy wasn’t stopping. Instead it seemed he was spending longer and longer buried completely to the hilt, pressed flush against you as close as he could, and a new wave of terror-induced adrenaline washed over you.

“Not inside…Tommy don’t you fucking dare finish inside me,” you shrieked, renewing your struggles to escape him, and you grew increasingly wild as he only grunted at you.

You began writhing and attempting to twist away from him, kicking your legs and reaching back behind you to claw at his face, anything to get him away from you.

It only resulted in the hand on your back to slide up and fist painfully in your hair, nearly slamming you back onto the table hard enough for you to see black spots swimming in your vision, and his other hand grabbed your hip to further hold you in place. You continued to beg and plead for him to not come inside you, literally anywhere else but inside, but you were steadfastly ignored. His pace suddenly quickened, a low rattling whine escaping his broad chest, and you wailed as he stilled completely buried inside you. You felt his cock jerk and throb followed by a wave of scorching heat soothing your ravaged channel and you screamed in outrage and in despair. Tommy continued to grind into you, riding out his orgasm with small hurt noises escaping his throat, and by the time he was finished you were limp and shivering with shock. Realization of what all just happened rolling through your mind as fast as nausea rolled in your stomach at the feeling of wetness slipping down your thighs. Bile threatened to rise in your throat, silent tears spilling anew down your damp face, and your entire body felt both boiling hot and icy cold.

You wept quietly as he stayed buried inside you. He petted through your hair as if you were a frightened animal, his ragged breathing filling the stuffy air of the shed, and you swore you heard him cooing at you. You felt him lean down and nuzzle the back of your head as his hand moved from your hip to shyly pet over the back of your hand in some twisted form of affection after what just happened. The door suddenly swung open and you didn’t even have the energy to even twitch.

“Atta boy, Tommy! Heard that bitch caterwauling clear down the road!” Charlie shouted with clear glee and humiliation burned in your veins.

You heard the man move closer, no doubt wanting to leer at your crumpled body, but Tommy growled and moved his body more firmly on top of you. As if shielding you from view.

“Aw, what’s this, boy? You finally get your dick wet and now feel like you’re somebody special?” Charlie sneered and you felt the large body on top of you press even tighter to you.

You heard movement around you before a large item wrapped in brown paper tied with twine plopped on the table by your head.

“A deal’s a deal. Don’t be shy now. I’m sure Tommy would love to see you again,” he continued with a wheezing laugh, clearly finding the whole ordeal hilarious, and he walked back out of the shed laughing to himself.

Regret and disgust swirled in your gut at the sight of the paper bag, knowledge of what all transpired making you want to cry all over again, and you let out a small hiccupping sob. Tommy nuzzled into your hair once more, his body relaxing now that Charlie had left, and he resumed his petting. He was letting out a happy garbled sound, clearly not realizing how he had just brutalized you, and you squeezed your eyes shut.

You felt Tommy begin to harden inside you once more.

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nibeul · 5 months

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铁息炀

[id: It is a drawing of an oc, Xiyang, looking at themself in the bathroom mirror. They have tan skin, multiple piercings, and shaggy black hair which covers their eyes. They wear a grey shirt that has colored floral parterns on it. One hand is raised to the side of their head and a cigarette hangs from their mouth. The bathroom is cast in a sickly green-yellow color, illuminated by a singular light on the ceiling, and soap, a pack of cigarettes, a hair tie, and a lighter are scattered on the sink. There are two post it notes on the mirror, the yellow one reading “groceries” and “laundry” in kanji and the pink one being covered in doodles along with the beginning of what reads “Kin was here”. /end id]

based on this photo from @/einiliron on tiktok 🫶🏽

[id: It is a photograph of a person standing in side profile in a red-lit bathroom. They wear a black jacket and their hair is shaggy and dyed red, matching the room. One hand is lifted to the side of their head. /end id]

#cannot think of any creative captions so it is their name again…#铁息炀(在厕所💀)#jjk #jjk oc #nibeul art

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acapelladitty · 9 months

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Sandman Bloodborne AU 🩸🔪

Also posted over on AO3

The stench of smoke and cooking flesh ran rampant through the air as local hunters celebrated a victory over a beast a few streets away, their celebratory roast of the monstrous flesh ridding the corpse of its scourge. The night of the hunt was long and men took solace in the small victories. A kill here. An immolation there. Enough for the blood lust to be satiated and pride to bloom in their chests.

Hidden amongst the shadows, far away from the flames, two beings were careful to keep their shared presence to a minimum but no less messy.

Hob Gadling tilted his head away as the Corinthian claimed his bloodied prize from the fallen Vileblood. The fingers of the great nightmare moved with grim precision, plucking the eyes and slipping them to plump lips which lay just beneath the metal veneer which covered his upper features.

Blood. Fear. Desire. Insight.

This had proven to be a particularly delicious kill as the fresh corpse possessed a history of vile cruelties which they enacted upon many unfortunate humans, many of them from the damned Hemwick village.

Stood to attention once more, the Corinthian watched with mild fascination as Hob inhaled the scent of fresh blood like a familiar bouquet. He could see it, the way the blood called to the young hunter like an old friend and he smirked as Hob visibly inhaled deeply through his mouth to minimise the temptation.

"As the champion hunters of Lord Morpheus," the Corinthian stood to his impressive height as he wiped the residual drops of blood from his twin Blades of Mercy - named in jest from a flippant comment by his Lord - on the edge of his robe, "you truly do not appreciate the gifts our Lord has to offer." He continued with a slight goading tilt of his head.

Clearly still rattled by the unexpected appearance of the nightmare - even if it could do him no harm - Hob's bloodstained fingers were quick to palm the hilt of his moonlit sword with a shake of his shaggy head.

"I imbibe the blood, but the eyes don't interest me. I've seen enough, and Morpheus has not asked that I develop my insight. The danger is too great."

"Human weakness. A shame, then. The ones who succumb to the madness of the vileblood have wonderful sights to share. Delicious in their blasphemies. I know our Lord has tasked you with eradicating the escaped menace of Hemwick witches but they also know how to have a good time if you dare to indulge sweet Delirium and her frenzied daughters."

The Corinthian flashed a brilliant red-stained smile, his ocular teeth as obscured as ever by the steel crow-shaped mask.

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As the familiar looming doors of the throne room swam into view, a shudder rolled through the Corinthian's spine as freely as his lace-edged cape flowed across his shoulders. His Lord's voice rolled through the air, carrying through the very molecules like it belonged there.

"Fear the blood, Desire. Your influence will push them beyond the ability to dream and further into the arms of our dear sister, Delirium. And there, neither you nor I will be able to reach them. Fear the blood which you spread so freely, sibling of mine."

Ah.

The Dream Lord appeared to be entertaining one of his kin; Desire, Child of Appetite and Twin of Despair. The inner machinations of his Lord's relationships with the other great children remained a mystery to him, but Desire often sparked a true irritation within his Lord which often led to further delightful bloodshed on his part.

"Your delicious little pet awaits you, brother." Desire's warm tones, so unlike Dream's, swept through the air in a similar fashion regardless. "We may yet save our hunger for another night."

The Corinthian's heart jerked as he became an unwilling participant in their conversation, his mind fluttering with memories of each Vileblood he had consumed. Desire acted as their unofficial patron and their wrath was not to be scoffed at. One who scoffed at a Great Child would not be laughing for long; and that included one with as much power as he.

Regardless, the doors opened with the slightest of creaks and he did not hesitate to walk through. Weakness was not sewn into his being and it served him no benefit. His mask sitting heavily atop his face, he was thankful regardless for what little protection it offered.

Dropping to his knees as he approached the raised pedestal of the throne room, the constant presence of his eldritch Dream Lord enveloped the Corinthian like an ocean, lapping at his clothed skin and filling his lungs with every shaky breath as invisible eyes took stock of his bloodied state.

"May I witness you, Dream Lord Morpheus?"

"You may." The disembodied voice rang out, each syllable taut and measured as the grave as Dream acquised to indulging his most deadly nightmare with a physical form.

In a blink, the blackened throne was filled by a familiar but no less imposing presence. The inky hair of Lord Morpheus stood in all directions and the deep void of the robes which wrapped around his thin frame swirled and twinkled like the evening sky.

"To what do I owe this visit, my Corinthian, Blade of the Nightmare."

"I request permission to move against the School of Mensis." The Corinthian purred, standing from position to move towards his Lord with a serpentine gait, the allure of his physical form proving too difficult to resist. "The people of the Unseen Village speak of a monster he has crafted to challenge your rule. An abomination known as the One Reborn. I will bring you its many eyes for the disrespect while your shaggy-haired Hunter continues his pursuit of the Hemwick harridans."

The laugh of the Dream Lord is low and the Corinthian basks in it with pure delight for only a moment before schooling his features back to a familiar neutrality.

"You would move to kill that fool Micolash for such a lowly and petty show of disrespect? We both know his abomination could never hope to hold the true power of an Old One."

"I would kill him for less." The Corinthian smirked back before remembering himself and offering a slight bow. "With your permission of course, my Lord."

"Indeed." Dream hummed. His marble fingers rose from the arm of the chair to beckon sweetly. "Regardless, remove your helm and join me by my throne, my nightmare. It will please me to hold these discussions of your intentions with your true face and not this crow-like veneer you adopt as part of your games."

The Corinthian snatched his helm from his head with an undignified speed as his feet carried him swiftly to his Lord, his hardened heart fluttering at the close proximity.

#the sandman #bloodborne #dream of the Endless #the Corinthian #hob gadling #desire of the endless #sandman #corintheus #morpheus #sandman dream #sandman corinthian #sandman desire

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istumpysk · 10 months

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Operation Stumpy Re-Read

TWOW: Theon I

Wouldn't be a Theon chapter if I didn't have to craft a meta-analysis.

His shoulders were on fire and he could not move his hands. For half a heartbeat he feared he was back in his old cell under the Dreadfort, that the jumble of memories inside his head was no more than the residue of some fever dream. I was asleep, he realized. That, or passed out from the pain. When he tried to move, he swung from side to side, his back scraping against stone. He was hanging from a wall inside a tower, his wrists chained to a pair of rusted iron rings.

Admit it, for a second you thought you had mistakenly stumbled back into the Forsaken.

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The king's voice was choked with anger. "You are a worse pirate than Salladhor Saan." [...] "My brother's debts," the king was muttering. "Joffrey's too, though that baseborn abomination was no kin to me." Theon twisted in his chains. He knew that voice. Stannis. [...] "I know a quicker way." Stannis drew his dagger. For an instant Theon thought that he meant to stab the banker. You will never get a drop of blood from that one, my lord, he might have told him. The king laid the blade of the knife against the ball of his left thumb, and slashed. "There. I will sign in mine own blood. That ought to make your masters happy." [...] The Braavosi slipped the roll of parchment inside a wooden tube. "I hope to have the honor of calling on Your Grace again when you are seated on your Iron Throne."

In case you're not up to date, Tycho Nestoris, a representative of the Iron Bank, has successfully located Stannis in the middle of nowhere. The two parties have entered into an agreement, where Stannis pledges to pay off the Iron Throne's outstanding debts to the Iron Bank in return for financial assistance to win the war. Way to go, Cersei.

Speaking of Salladhor Saan, I would have advised Tycho Nestoris to find out from him how good Stannis is at paying back his debts.

"Salladhor the Smashed. Where are my ships? And my gold, where is all the gold that I was promised?" When Davos had tried to assure him that he would have his payment, Salla had erupted. "When, when? On the morrow, on the new moon, when the red comet comes again? He is promising me gold and gems, always promising, but this gold I have not seen. I have his word, he is saying, oh yes, his royal word, he writes it down. Can Salladhor Saan eat the king's word? Can he quench his thirst with parchments and waxy seals? Can he tumble promises into a feather bed and fuck them till they squeal?" - Davos I, ADWD

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"And the grandsons. Lord Wull seeks audience as well. He wants—" "I know what he wants." The king indicated Theon. "Him. Wull wants him dead. Flint, Norrey… all of them will want him dead. For the boys he slew. Vengeance for their precious Ned."

Ned Stark continues to live rent free in Stannis' head.

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Crowfood. Theon remembered. An old man, huge and powerful, with a ruddy face and a shaggy white beard. He had been seated on a garron, clad in the pelt of a gigantic snow bear, its head his hood. Under it he wore a stained white leather eye patch that reminded Theon of his uncle Euron. He'd wanted to rip it off Umber's face, to make certain that underneath was only an empty socket, not a black eye shining with malice. Instead he had whimpered through his broken teeth and said, "I am—" "—a turncloak and a kinslayer," Crowfood had finished. "You will hold that lying tongue, or lose it."

Asha didn't recognize Theon, but somehow Mors Umber could.

We've already covered Mors calling Theon a kinslayer in previous chapters (here, here, and here). I believe the northerners view Theon as an adopted brother to Bran and Rickon. I don't think it has any deeper significance.

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Crowfood had fingered his beard. "Dead now, I suppose. That smith of yours as well. A man who knew his steel. What was his name?" Jeyne had hesitated. Mikken, Theon thought. His name was Mikken. The castle blacksmith had never made any lemoncakes for Sansa, which made him far less important than the castle cook in the sweet little world she had shared with her friend Jeyne Poole. Remember, damn you. Your father was the steward, he had charge of the whole household. The smith's name was Mikken, Mikken, Mikken. I had him put to death before me! "Mikken," Jeyne said.

I call that having the right priorities. If there were more cake and fewer weapons, the world would be a better place.

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Theon twisted in his chains, and blinked down at the king. "Crowfood found us, yes, he sent us here to you, but it was me who saved her. Ask her yourself." She would tell him. "You saved me," Jeyne had whispered, as he was carrying her through the snow.

First Small Paul, and now this. Does George not grasp how difficult it is to walk through snow that's up to your waist?

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"Unchain me, and I will serve you." "As you served Roose Bolton and Robb Stark?" Stannis snorted. "I think not. We have a warmer end in mind for you, turncloak. But not until we're done with you." He means to kill me. The thought was queerly comforting. Death did not frighten Theon Greyjoy. Death would mean an end to pain. "Be done with me, then," he urged the king. "Take off my head off and stick it on a spear. I slew Lord Eddard's sons, I ought to die. But do it quick. He is coming."

Very on brand for a Greyjoy to be wishing for his own death.

This is how I know Victarion murder-suicides.

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"Maester Tybald," announced the knight of the moths. The maester sank to his knees. He was red-haired and round-shouldered, with close-set eyes that kept flicking toward Theon hanging on the wall. "Your Grace. How may I be of service?" [...] "A maester's raven flies to one place, and one place only. Is that correct?" The maester mopped sweat from his brow with his sleeve. "N-not entirely, Your Grace. Most, yes. Some few can be taught to fly between two castles. Such birds are greatly prized. And once in a very great while, we find a raven who can learn the names of three or four or five castles, and fly to each upon command. Birds as clever as that come along only once in a hundred years."

Maester Tybald is Arnolf Karstark's maester. Arnolf and his men have recently joined Stannis Baratheon's forces in the village.

In case you're not up to date, it turns out that Arnolf Karstark remains loyal to Roose Bolton instead of Stannis. Jon Snow, after learning this from Alys Karstark, sent a letter to Stannis, warning him about Arnolf Karstark's intended betrayal.

Clydas had dispatched a raven to Deepwood Motte to warn the king of Arnolf Karstark's treachery, but whether the bird had reached His Grace in time Jon did not know. - Jon X, ADWD

The bird reached its destination in time.

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[...] Birds as clever as that come along only once in a hundred years." Stannis gestured at the black birds in the cages. "These two are not so clever, I presume."

Oh, I think those ravens are more clever than you realize, Stannis.

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"Tell me, then. Where are these two trained to fly?" Maester Tybald did not answer. Theon Greyjoy kicked his feet feebly, and laughed under his breath. Caught! "Answer me. If we were to loose these birds, would they return to the Dreadfort?" The king leaned forward. "Or might they fly for Winterfell instead?" Maester Tybald pissed his robes. Theon could not see the dark stain spreading from where he hung, but the smell of piss was sharp and strong. [...] "The rules of my order forbid me to divulge the contents of Lord Arnolf's letters." "Your vows are stronger than your bladder, it would seem." "Your Grace must understand—" "Must I?" The king shrugged. "If you say so. You are a man of learning, after all. I had a maester on Dragonstone who was almost a father to me. I have great respect for your order and its vows. Ser Clayton does not share my feelings, though. He learned all he knows in the wynds of Flea Bottom. Were I to put you in his charge, he might strangle you with your own chain or scoop your eye out with a spoon."

Feel free to journey back in time and witness how Stannis treated this father figure.

Reluctantly, I must credit Stannis for recognizing the value of maesters. Blech!

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"How many eyes does a maester need to read a letter?" asked Stannis. "One should suffice, I'd think. I would not wish to leave you unable to fulfill your duties to your lord. Roose Bolton's men may well be on their way to attack us even now, however, so you must understand if I skimp on certain courtesies. I will ask you once again. What was in the message you sent to Winterfell?" The maester quivered. "A m-map, Your Grace."

That bird also reached its destination.

Lord Bolton unrolled the parchment. "His host lies not three days' ride from here, snowbound and starving, and I for one am tired of waiting on his pleasure. [...]" - Theon I, ADWD

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Stannis nodded. "You [Justin Massey] will escort the Braavosi banker back to the Wall. Choose six good men and take twelve horses." "To ride or eat?" The king was not amused.

Lmao.

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"Your place is where I say it is. I have five hundred swords as good as you, or better, but you have a pleasing manner and a glib tongue, and those will be of more use to me at Braavos then here. The Iron Bank has opened its coffers to me. You will collect their coin and hire ships and sellswords. A company of good repute, if you can find one. The Golden Company would be my first choice, if they are not already under contract. Seek for them in the Disputed Lands, if need be. But first hire as many swords as you can find in Braavos, and send them to me by way of Eastwatch. Archers as well, we need more bows." Ser Justin's hair had fallen down across one eye. He pushed it back and said, "The captains of the free companies will join a lord more readily than a mere knight, Your Grace. I hold neither lands nor title, why should they sell their swords to me?" "Go to them with both fists full of golden dragons," the king said, in an acid tone. "That should prove persuasive. Twenty thousand men should suffice. Do not return with fewer."

In case you're not up to date, Cersei Lannister has sent Harys Swyft to Braavos to secure gold for the crown and potentially buy swords. I'm not sure if it's worth noting that unlike Justin Massey, Harys Swyft does possess titles and land.

It's not immediately apparent why the Iron Bank would help Cersei after she ceased making payments towards the Iron Throne's debt, but it is possible Arya killing one of her envoys while they're doing business with the Iron Bank could favour Cersei.

This would make trouble for the Sealord and the envoy with the chicken on his chest, she did not doubt. - Mercy, TWOW

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"Your Grace should go to Braavos with the banker." "Is that your counsel? That I should flee?" The king's face darkened. "That was your counsel on the Blackwater as well, as I recall. When the battle turned against us, I let you and Horpe chivvy me back to Dragonstone like a whipped cur."

That was the right call, doofus.

I love when there's a designated Voice of Reason! Justin Massey, Gerris Drinkwater, Daemon Sand - they make my life so easy.

What did we learn? We learned that the small victory Stannis will achieve in this village will inevitably be followed by failure, and he should have went to Braavos.

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"… to raise an army, aye. As Bittersteel did after the Battle of the Redgrass Field, where Daemon Blackfyre fell." "Do not prate at me of history, ser. Daemon Blackfyre was a rebel and usurper, Bittersteel a bastard. When he fled, he swore he would return to place a son of Daemon's upon the Iron Throne. He never did. Words are wind, and the wind that blows exiles across the narrow sea seldom blows them back. That boy Viserys Targaryen spoke of return as well. He slipped through my fingers at Dragonstone, only to spend his life wheedling after sellswords. 'The Beggar King,' they called him in the Free Cities. Well, I do not beg, nor will I flee again. I am Robert's heir, the rightful king of Westeros. My place is with my men. Yours is in Braavos. Go with the banker, and do as I have bid."

You've got to admire a guy who's willing to go down with the ship!

(I'm sure you get the point by now, but Blackfyre history always has the potential of being fAegon evidence.)

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"It may be that we shall lose this battle," the king said grimly. "In Braavos you may hear that I am dead. It may even be true. You shall find my sellswords nonetheless." The knight hesitated. "Your Grace, if you are dead—" "—you will avenge my death, and seat my daughter on the Iron Throne. Or die in the attempt."

Is there a backup plan?

I must admit, I have no idea where the Massey side plot goes once Shireen and Stannis are dead.

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"Oh, and take the Stark girl with you. Deliver her to Lord Commander Snow on your way to Eastwatch." Stannis tapped the parchment that lay before him. "A true king pays his debts." [...] "The ironmen are to remain here, supposedly to fight for us. Another gift from Tycho Nestoris. Just as well, they would only slow you down. Ironmen were made for ships, not horses. Lady Arya should have a female companion as well. Take Alysane Mormont."

Have you ever noticed that people who claim to pay their debts often fail to pay their debts?

I've already explained why Jeyne Poole is not the girl in grey, but what I forgot to mention in that post is that it's unlikely Justin Massey, Tycho Nestoris, and Alysane Mormont die during their journey to the Wall.

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"One day Your Grace will need to take the Iron Islands. That will go much easier with Balon Greyjoy's daughter as a catspaw, with one of your own leal men as her lord husband." "You?" The king scowled. "The woman is wed, Justin." "A proxy marriage, never consummated. Easily set aside. The groom is old besides. Like to die soon." From a sword through his belly if you have your way, ser worm. Theon knew how these knights thought. Stannis pressed his lips together. "Serve me well in this matter of the sellswords, and you may have what you desire. Until such time, the woman must needs remain my captive."

There they go setting aside marriages again. And look, Theon's being an overly-protective brother! How sweet.

I question whether Stannis truly intends to spare Asha, so I'm not sure why he's making this promise.

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Stannis Baratheon paced the floor. The tower was a small one, dank and cramped. A few steps brought the king around to Theon. "How many men does Bolton have at Winterfell?" "Five thousand. Six. More." He gave the king a ghastly grin, all shattered teeth and splinters. "More than you." "How many of those is he like to send against us?" "No more than half."

The Stark loyalists, and the Knights of the Vale will molly whop three thousand Bolton men, but only if Roose lets them leave the protection of the castle.

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That was a guess, admittedly, but it felt right to him. Roose Bolton was not a man to blunder blindly out into the snow, map or no. He would hold his main strength in reserve, keep his best men with him, trust in Winterfell's massive double wall.

Looks like we're going to need someone to kill Roose!

Perhaps then, someone will be stupid enough to abandon the walls of Winterfell.

"Now is the time to smash him. Let me [Ramsay Bolton] march on Deepwood."

[...]

We would be fools to march on Stannis. Let Stannis march on us. - Reek III, ADWD

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"Wyman Manderly." The king's mouth twisted in contempt. "Lord Too-Fat-to-Sit-a-Horse. Too fat to come to me, yet he comes to Winterfell. Too fat to bend the knee and swear me his sword, yet now he wields that sword for Bolton. I sent my Onion Lord to treat with him, and Lord Too-Fat butchered him and mounted his head and hands on the walls of White Harbor for the Freys to gloat over. And the Freys… has the Red Wedding been forgotten?" "The north remembers. The Red Wedding, Lady Hornwood's fingers, the sack of Winterfell, Deepwood Motte and Torrhen's Square, they remember all of it." Bran and Rickon. They were only miller's boys. "Frey and Manderly will never combine their strengths. They will come for you, but separately. Lord Ramsay will not be far behind them. He wants his bride back. He wants his Reek." Theon's laugh was half a titter, half a whimper. "Lord Ramsay is the one Your Grace should fear."

Does Theon know what's going on with Wyman Manderly?

Lord Ramsay will not be far behind them. He wants his bride back. He wants his Reek.

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I want my bride back. I want the false king's queen. I want his daughter and his red witch. I want his wildling princess. I want his little prince, the wildling babe. And I want my Reek. - Jon XIII, ADWD

Good call, Theon. Still amusing people think anyone other than Ramsay wrote the Pink Letter.

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Theon Greyjoy chortled.

I know what that says, he thought, giggling.

Theon Greyjoy kicked his feet feebly, and laughed under his breath.

Theon's laugh was half a titter, half a whimper.

He grinned at his own wit.

Theon tittered.

Smiler's feeling like himself again.

Theon would have laughed aloud if he'd remembered how. - A Ghost in Winterfell, ADWD

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Stannis bristled at that. "I defeated your uncle Victarion and his Iron Fleet off Fair Isle, the first time your father crowned himself. I held Storm's End against the power of the Reach for a year, and took Dragonstone from the Targaryens. I smashed Mance Rayder at the Wall, though he had twenty times my numbers. Tell me, turncloak, what battles has the Bastard of Bolton ever won that I should fear him?" You must not call him that! A wave of pain washed over Theon Greyjoy. He closed his eyes and grimaced. When he opened them again, he said, “You do not know him.”

"No more than he knows me."

Woah, is that Stannis and Theon, or Jon and Sansa? Smells like merging storylines, and characters!

And here I thought Jon and Sansa's nonsensical, contrived drama came straight from the author.

Theon and Stannis are both correct: Stannis doesn't know Ramsay, and Ramsay doesn't know Stannis.

Below, you'll discover how Stannis will successfully deceive the forces of House Frey. However, I fully anticipate Ramsay Bolton will return the favour. How else do we get to a point where he's burning his daughter alive?

You think he's going to fall into your trap. He won't. He's the one who lays traps. - Sansa Stark (Theon??)

I never considered this before, but Sansa and Jon might need Theon's knowledge to beat Ramsay. Good thing he cancelled his trip to Meereen!

(Suddenly, the thing I need most in life is Theon being forced to watch Sansa and Jon fall in love.)

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Lord Arnolf's cloak was fine grey wool, bordered in black sable and clasped with a silver starburst. A rich garment, Theon thought, on a poor excuse for a man. He had seen that cloak before, he knew, just as he had seen the man who wore it. At the Dreadfort. I remember. He sat and supped with Lord Ramsay and Whoresbane Umber, the night they brought Reek up from his cell. The man beside him could only be his son. Fifty, Theon judged, with a round soft face like his father's, if Lord Arnolf went to fat. Behind him walked three younger men. The grandsons, he surmised. One wore a chainmail byrnie. The rest were dressed for breakfast, not for battle. Fools. [...] A dozen men had filed through the tower door, led by the knight of the moths and the big man in the silvered breastplate. "You are dead men, understand that," the king went on.

It looks bad for Arnolf Karstark now, but there's foreshadowing that suggests the Arnolf Karstark faction will fight the Alys Karstark faction in the battle for Winterfell.

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"That Braavosi banker claimed Ser Aenys Frey is dead. Did some boy do that?" "Twenty green boys, with spades," Theon told him. "The snow fell heavily for days. So heavily that you could not see the castle walls ten yards away, no more than the men up on the battlements could see what was happening beyond those walls. So Crowfood set his boys to digging pits outside the castle gates, then blew his horn to lure Lord Bolton out. Instead he got the Freys. The snow had covered up the pits, so they rode right into them. Aenys broke his neck, I heard, but Ser Hosteen only lost a horse, more's the pity. He will be angry now." Strangely, Stannis smiled. "Angry foes do not concern me. Anger makes men stupid, and Hosteen Frey was stupid to begin with, if half of what I have heard of him is true. Let him come." "He will." "Bolton has blundered," the king declared. "All he had to do was sit inside his castle whilst we starved. Instead he has sent some portion of his strength forth to give us battle. His knights will be horsed, ours must fight afoot. His men will be well nourished, ours go into battle with empty bellies. It makes no matter. Ser Stupid, Lord Too-Fat, the Bastard, let them come. We hold the ground, and that I mean to turn to our advantage."

"The ground?" said Theon. "What ground? Here? This misbegotten tower? This wretched little village? You have no high ground here, no walls to hide beyond, no natural defenses." "Yet."

Lol, picture digging a pit into the frozen, unyielding ground during a storm like this. Oh, George.

Welcome to the Night Lamp theory*!

*Otherwise known as the one time the ASoIaF community pooled their combined three brain cells, and managed to correctly predict the future.

If you wish to read the original theory (which features fancy images depicting battle formations!), you can do so here.

True to form, the theory is unnecessarily long-winded, overflowing with wishful conjecture, and packed with Stannis Baratheon dick sucking.

Let's simplify this.

What is the Night Lamp theory?

In a nutshell, Stannis Baratheon, stuck in an abandoned village, will use a false beacon to lure an oncoming army onto a frozen lake that's weakened, and ready to crack.

I'm having a difficult time visualizing this.

No problem, allow me to borrow an image from a meta I just talked shit about.

See the weirwood island surrounded by a lake?

The crofter's village stood between two lakes, the larger dotted with small wooded islands that punched up through the ice like the frozen fists of some drowned giant. From one such island rose a weirwood gnarled and ancient, its bole and branches white as the surrounding snows. - The Sacrifice, ADWD

If you extinguish the light in the watchtower, and create a new false light on that island, you've got yourself a pretty neat little trap.

Isn't Stannis in the middle of nowhere, how could any army hope to find him?

I see you've decided to scroll past the rest of the summary. I understand.

Above, we learned double agent Arnolf Karstark had his maester send a map to Roose Bolton, alerting him of Stannis' whereabouts.

"[...] I will ask you once again. What was in the message you sent to Winterfell?"

The maester quivered. "A m-map, Your Grace." - Theon I, TWOW

They're coming.

Who is coming?

That would be the men serving House Frey, and House Manderly.

Lord Bolton unrolled the parchment. "His host lies not three days' ride from here, snowbound and starving, and I for one am tired of waiting on his pleasure. Ser Hosteen, assemble your knights and men-at-arms by the main gates. As you are so eager for battle, you shall strike our first blow. Lord Wyman, gather your White Harbor men by the east gate. They shall go forth as well." - Theon I, ADWD

Though, our main focus is House Frey.

Manderly's forces are separated from House Frey's.

Lord Wyman Manderly slapped his massive belly. "White Harbor does not fear to ride with you, Ser Hosteen. Lead us out, and my knights will ride behind you."

Ser Hosteen turned on the fat man. "Close enough to drive a lance through my back, aye. Where are my kin, Manderly? Tell me that. Your guests, who brought your son back to you." - A Ghost in Winterfell, ADWD

"Frey and Manderly will never combine their strengths. They will come for you, but separately. Lord Ramsay will not be far behind them. He wants his bride back. He wants his Reek." - Theon I, TWOW

And Manderly is no ally to House Bolton or House Frey.

The Frey men wore the badge of the two towers, those from White Harbor displayed merman and trident. They shouldered through the storm in opposite directions and eyed each other warily as they passed, but no swords were drawn. Not here. It may be different out there in the woods. - Theon I, ADWD

How do we know Frey men will be the victims?

Because the author keeps telling us these riverlanders are way out of their element.

Theon Greyjoy did not join the uproar. Neither did the men of House Frey, he did not fail to note. They are strangers here as well, he thought, watching Ser Aenys Frey and his half-brother Ser Hosteen. Born and bred in the riverlands, the Freys had never seen a snow like this. The north has already claimed three of their blood, Theon thought, recalling the men that Ramsay had searched for fruitlessly, lost between White Harbor and Barrowton. - The Turncloak, ADWD

A few of the older men spoke of other snowstorms and insisted this was no more than a light dusting compared to what they'd seen in the winters of their youth. The riverlanders were aghast. They have no love of snow and cold, these southron swords. - The Turncloak, ADWD

No less a man than Hosteen Frey, who had been heard growling that he did not fear a little snow, lost an ear to frostbite. - A Ghost in Winterfell, ADWD

And their new commander, Hosteen Frey, is known for being a tad slow.

Hosteen was a bull, slow to anger but implacable once roused, and by repute the fiercest fighter of Lord Walder's get. Aenys was older, crueler, and more clever—a commander, not a swordsman. Both were seasoned soldiers. - Reek II, ADWD

Aenys broke his neck, I heard, but Ser Hosteen only lost a horse, more's the pity. He will be angry now."

Strangely, Stannis smiled. "Angry foes do not concern me. Anger makes men stupid, and Hosteen Frey was stupid to begin with, if half of what I have heard of him is true. Let him come." - Theon I, TWOW

So what proof do we have?

Well, we know beacons are often used for navigation.

They reached Oldtown on a cold damp morning, when the fog was so thick that the beacon of the Hightower was the only part of the city to be seen. - Samwell V, AFFC

However, sometimes false beacons are employed for nefarious purposes.

The beacons that burned along the shores of the Three Sisters were supposed to warn of shoals and reefs and rocks and lead the way to safety, but on stormy nights and foggy ones, some Sistermen would use false lights to draw unwary captains to their doom. - Davos I, ADWD

Something the former master of ships is well aware of.

As for your King Stannis, when he was Robert's master of ships he sent a fleet into my port without my leave and made me hang a dozen fine friends. Men like you. He went so far as to threaten to hang me if it should happen that some ship went aground because the Night Lamp had gone black. - Davos I, ADWD

This is a similar tactic to the one Mors Umber uses outside the gates of Winterfell, which was just communicated to Stannis in the passage above.

So Crowfood set his boys to digging pits outside the castle gates, then blew his horn to lure Lord Bolton out. Instead he got the Freys. The snow had covered up the pits, so they rode right into them. - Theon I, TWOW

And believe it or not, a similar incident occurred with Stannis' own baggage train before arriving at the village.

On the fifth day of the storm, the baggage train crossed a rippling expanse of waist-high snowdrifts that concealed a frozen pond. When the hidden ice cracked beneath the weight of the wagons, three teamsters and four horses were swallowed up by the freezing water, along with two of the men who tried to rescue them. - The King's Prize, ADWD

Starting to feel a bit excessive, isn't it?

But they have a map!

Silly goose.

The map is not the land, my father often said. - Jon IV, ADWD

Doesn't this rely on extremely heavy snowfall to work?

As luck would have it, an overwhelming amount of snowfall is taking place right now.

In this storm, the only visible landmark is the watchtower's beacon.

The lakes had vanished, and the woods as well. She could see the shapes of other tents and lean-tos and the fuzzy orange glow of the beacon fire burning atop the watchtower, but not the tower itself. The storm had swallowed the rest. - The King's Prize, ADWD

She was lost before she had gone ten yards. Asha could see the beacon fire burning atop the watchtower, a faint orange glow floating in the air. Elsewise the village was gone. She was alone in a white world of snow and silence, plowing through snowdrifts as high as her thighs. - The Sacrifice, ADWD

If the storm is this bad, why would the lake's ice break?

Because Stannis Baratheon's men don't believe in sustainable fishing practices.

They had spent most of it out on the ice, shivering beside a pair of holes they'd cut in the smaller of the frozen lakes, with fishing lines clutched in mitten-clumsy hands. - The Sacrifice, ADWD

"I know them lakes. You been on them like maggots on a corpse, hundreds o' you. Cut so many holes in the ice it's a bloody wonder more haven't fallen through. Out by the island, there's places look like a cheese the rats been at." - The Sacrifice, ADWD

Stannis knows the ice is weak.

Ser Stupid, Lord Too-Fat, the Bastard, let them come. We hold the ground, and that I mean to turn to our advantage."

"The ground?" said Theon. - Theon I, TWOW

And we all know what happens on thin ice!

Guest right or no, Jon Snow knew he walked on rotten ice here. One false step and he might plunge through, into water cold enough to stop his heart. - Jon I, ASOS

True death came suddenly; he felt a shock of cold, as if he had been plunged into the icy waters of a frozen lake. - Prologue, ADWD

We are dancing on rotten ice here, them and us. One crack, and we all drown. - Jon XII, ADWD

How do we know a false beacon is involved?

Here's the thing, Stannis has a brand new fixation, and 2 + 2 equals 4.

Afterward the king had retreated to his watchtower. He had not emerged since … though from time to time His Grace was glimpsed upon the tower roof, outlined against the beacon fire that burned there night and day. - The Sacrifice, ADWD

Wordless, King Stannis walked away, back to the solitude of his watchtower. Back to his beacon fire, Asha knew, to search the flames for answers. - The Sacrifice, ADWD

How does he have enough time to build a new watchtower with a false light?

This is where I differ in opinion from the rest. Many in the fandom have speculated he'll burn the sacred weirwood tree, or a person (Theon). A hallmark of heroism, wouldn't you agree?

I personally believe there's a far better alternative that's smacking people right in the face.

"It glows," said Sam, in a hushed voice. "As if it were on fire. There are no flames, but the steel is yellow and red and orange, all flashing and glimmering, like sunshine on water, but prettier. I wish you could see it, Maester." - Samwell V, ADWD

The sword glowed red and yellow and orange, alive with light. Jon had seen the show before … but not like this, never before like this. Lightbringer was the sun made steel. When Stannis raised the blade above his head, men had to turn their heads or cover their eyes. Horses shied, and one threw his rider. The blaze in the fire pit seemed to shrink before this storm of light, like a small dog cowering before a larger one. The Wall itself turned red and pink and orange, as waves of color danced across the ice. - Jon III, ADWD

That wouldn't be the first time we connected towers, beacons, and swords.

And beyond, where the Honeywine widened into Whispering Sound, rose the Hightower, its beacon fires bright against the dawn. From where it stood atop the bluffs of Battle Island, its shadow cut the city like a sword. - Prologue, AFFC

Is there any part of the theory you're unsure about?

Always!

What will happen to House Manderly's men? Who knows! What action will Ramsay take when he approaches the village? Beats me!

But set that aside for a moment, because there's something even more significant to consider.

I'm getting a bit ahead of myself, but later in this chapter, you'll witness Bran attempting to communicate a message to Theon concerning the weirwood tree.

"The tree," one squawked, "the tree, the tree," whilst the second screamed only, "Theon, Theon, Theon." - Theon I, TWOW

You may recall that Bran once found himself in a situation similar to the one in which Theon currently finds himself.

The water was frozen, and the snow had been falling for so long that Bran had lost count of the days, turning the lake into a vast white wilderness. Where the ice was flat and the ground was bumpy, the going was easy, but where the wind had pushed the snow up into ridges, sometimes it was hard to tell where the lake ended and the shore began. Even the trees were not as infallible a guide as they might have hoped, for there were wooded islands in the lake, and wide areas ashore where no trees grew. - Bran I, ADWD

As the first sliver of a crescent moon came peeking through the clouds, they finally stumbled into the village by the lake. They had almost walked straight through it. From the ice, the village looked no different than a dozen other spots along the lakeshore. Buried under drifts of snow, the round stone houses could just as easily have been boulders or hillocks or fallen logs [...]. - Bran I, ADWD

And on several occasions, there are hints of someone (Bran, always Bran) watching the events unfold.

"Aye," said Big Bucket Wull. "Red Rahloo means nothing here. You will only make the old gods angry. They are watching from their island." - The Sacrifice, ADWD

Sword in hand, he strode through the snow, putting himself between the riders and the king's tower, its beacon glimmering behind him like the orange eye of some strange god. - The Sacrifice, ADWD

What role will Bran, Theon, and Asha play in all of this? I couldn't tell you.

What I can tell you is that the ASoIaF community has overlooked this question entirely, because they wholeheartedly believe Stannis Baratheon is the main character of the story.

Okay, got it. But what happens after, does Stannis win?

Ha ha ha! God, no.

Following his brief moment of success, Stannis will quickly resume his losing streak in this war. He will resort to the horrific act of sacrificing his own daughter by fire, will fail to win back Winterfell, and then finally meet a gruesome demise, because he's one of the bad guys.

Jon and Sansa Stark will then successfully reclaim Winterfell, because duh.

The end.

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You have no high ground here, no walls to hide beyond, no natural defenses."

"Yet."

"Yet," both ravens screamed in unison. Then one quorked, and the other muttered, "Tree, tree, tree."

That's strange, who said anything about a tree?

Huh??

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My sister, Theon thought, my sweet sister. Though he had lost all feeling in his arms, he felt the twisting in his gut, the same as when that bloodless Braavosi banker presented him to Asha as a 'gift.' The memory still rankled. The burly, balding knight who'd been with her had wasted no time shouting for help, so they'd had no more than a few moments before Theon was dragged away to face the king. That was long enough. He had hated the look on Asha's face when she realized who he was; the shock in her eyes, the pity in her voice, the way her mouth twisted in disgust. Instead of rushing forward to embrace him, she had taken half a step backwards. "Did the Bastard do this to you?" she had asked.

Aw, too bad. It would have been lovely to see a sister embrace her brother in such a way.

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Then the words came spilling out of Theon in a rush. He tried to tell her all of it, about Reek and the Dreadfort and Kyra and the keys, how Lord Ramsay never took anything but skin unless you begged for it.

[...]

She has to understand. She is my sister. He never wanted to do any harm to Bran or Rickon. Reek made him kill those boys, not him Reek but the other one. "I am no kinslayer," he insisted.

I'm not sure if it's important, but it's implied Asha now knows Bran and Rickon are alive.

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The memory left Theon writhing in his chains. "Let me down," he pleaded. "Just for a little while, then you can hang me up again." Stannis Baratheon looked up at him, but did not answer. "Tree," a raven cried. "Tree, tree, tree."

Then other bird said, "Theon," clear as day, as Asha came striding through the door.

That's strange, how do Arnolf Karstark's ravens know Theon's name?

What??

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She stood. "The Braavosi ransomed my seven of my men from Lady Glover. I would gladly pay a ransom for my brother." "There is not enough gold on all your Iron Islands. Your brother's hands are soaked with blood. Farring is urging me to give him to R'hllor."

Quick reminder for anyone who forgot: this is the same guy who used blood magic to kill his brother, wanted to kill his nephew, and will eventually kill his daughter.

There's only one kinslayer in the room, and it's not Theon Greyjoy.

Anyway, no chance Stannis kills Asha or Theon. Maybe they escape during all the commotion?

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"Wise. I am sorry for your mother, but I do not spare the lives of turncloaks. This one, especially. He slew two sons of Eddard Stark. Every northman in my service would abandon me if I showed him any clemency. Your brother must die." "Then do the deed yourself, Your Grace." The chill in Asha's voice made Theon shiver in his chains. "Take him out across the lake to the islet where the weirwood grows, and strike his head off with that sorcerous sword you bear. That is how Eddard Stark would have done it. Theon slew Lord Eddard's sons. Give him to Lord Eddard's gods. The old gods of the north. Give him to the tree."

I don't think Asha has a plan, I think she's trying to save him from a gruesome death.

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And suddenly there came a wild thumping, as the maester's ravens hopped and flapped inside their cages, their black feathers flying as they beat against the bars with loud and raucous caws. "The tree," one squawked, "the tree, the tree," whilst the second screamed only, "Theon, Theon, Theon." Theon Greyjoy smiled. They know my name, he thought.

Again with this tree. I don't understand.

BRAN?!

Final thoughts:

The tried and true method of George R.R. Martin: foreshadowing one singular event with 10,000 words of text.

Your Lovecraftian Curtain of Light bullshit theory is bad.

ps. Despite all the work, I really enjoyed Theon's POV after his first three chapters. He still sucks.

Next chapter: Asha I (fragment) - shut up, we're doing it.

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🐐🌿🪕The Satyr by C. S. Lewis🍷🌿🐐

When the flowery hands of spring

Forth their woodland riches fling,

Through the meadows, through the valleys

Goes the satyr caroling.

From the mountain and the moor,

Forest green and ocean shore

All the faerie kin he rallies

Making music evermore.

See! the shaggy pelt doth grow

On his twisted shanks below,

And his dreadful feet are cloven

Though his brow be white as snow—

Though his brow be clear and white

And beneath it fancies bright,

Wisdom and high thoughts are woven

And the musics of delight,

Though his temples too be fair

Yet two horns are growing there

Bursting forth to part asunder

All the riches of his hair.

Faerie maidens he may meet

Fly the horns and cloven feet,

But, his sad brown eyes with wonder

Seeing-stay from their retreat.

Guess I'm late for Beltane but oh well.Here's some silly goatmen hanging around with a forest sprite. They're preparing and composing for the annual Beltane feast. During the spring equinox the veil between the human and fairy folk thins. Which gives them free reign to greet the season in a procession of revelry.

Lots of offerings are given to them by the human folk who hope to be blessed with good harvest in exchange. Lots of wrestling matches (among satyrs/centaurs), singing, dancing around the bonfire and drinking are to be expected there.

Edit: Enjoyed drawing the satyrs And coloring their fur, but the plants were tiresome to do. I never seem to get a hang of making detailed plants. I usually just settle for squiggles and hope for the best🤣

#the beatles #beatles #beatles fanart #the beatles fanart #beatles art #the beatles art #beatles au #greek mythology #roman mythology #fairycore #fairies #satyr #george harrison #john lennon #ringo starr #dryad #fairy tale au

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robininthelabyrinth · 2 years

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Mini-fill prompt: Lan Qiren has a good relationship with his brother

The Lan sect had an unwritten rule – yes, unwritten, they still had those – that seclusion didn’t count during a moon run.

Presumably this was because the purpose of seclusion was to permit one to focus the mind, to cultivate the virtues of self-control, self-discipline, and self-reflection, which were traits that, as werewolves, the Lan sect valued extremely highly. There was a reason that ‘restraint’ was written into so many of their rules, and turning into a wild beast once a month was a pretty good one, as reasons went.

(It was also why the rules specifically relating to their familial condition were unwritten: embarrassing family secrets ought to stay within the family, after all.)

Before his brother’s permanent seclusion, Lan Qiren hadn’t thought much of the rule, which had no impact on his life other than the occasional chance to see some long-secluded kin that he didn’t know very well and a permanent association in his head of Auntie Wenjun and a particularly shaggy brown wolf. But afterwards, when it was the only time he could actually see his brother…

Lan Qiren had a routine in place for the full moon, because he had a routine for everything. He would finish his paperwork early, do an extra round of patrol, then retire to his room and go to sleep on time, just as the rules prescribed. He would wake up exactly a shichen later, after moonrise. He would remove his forehead ribbon, the symbol of his self-restraint. He would step outside, allowing the moonlight to turn him from man to beast. He would make his way over to where his nephews lived, greeting each of them with his teeth in the ruff of their neck and a little shake to remind them to behave – they were always well-behaved, of course, but he’d gotten into the habit long ago, and by now they would get anxious if he didn’t greet them with a little bit of a scolding – and then he would lead them over to the secluded back portion of the Cloud Recesses, where their father, his brother, would be waiting.

He would, invariably, forget all of his decorum upon first sight of Qingheng-jun and rush forward, yipping happily, to rub his head all over the familiar sight and sound of his beloved elder brother.

His brother huffed in amusement and ran his muzzle over Lan Qiren’s head briefly before turning to look at his nephews, giving them a faint nod, which they returned. It wasn’t exactly close family bonding – Lan Qiren had the distinct feeling that no matter how much he encouraged them, his nephews only put up with his brother purely because of how much Lan Qiren liked him, and that his brother, a father who’d never met his children in the human flesh, was similarly indifferent to them – but it was something, anyway. Better than nothing.

After the greetings were done, they arranged themselves appropriately and headed out to the back area of the Cloud Recesses, that great wilderness the Lan sect deliberately cultivated and protected for their own personal use, in order to meet the rest of their family and lead the moon run, as was their duty as the Lan sect’s main clan line.

After, once the run had begun, Lan Qiren usually stuck with his brother instead of doing his own hunting. This was seen as a little embarrassing – Lan Qiren had a reputation within the sect of being rather sticky – but he didn’t really care. It was the only time they had together, the rest of it separated by walls and family rules and his brother’s self-destructive oath. One day, he was sure, his nephews would find themselves someone else they wanted to spend all their time, someone whose company they valued more than anyone else – they’d see who was sticky then!

#mdzs #lan qiren #qingheng jun #lan xichen #lan wangji #my fic #my fics #alt headcanons #werewolves #listen so many people asked for the same thing #I'm going further and further out #and someone who shall not be named asked for 'something with werewolves'

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Comfort Characters Waves

(Wave 1)

Oggy (Oggy & The Cockroaches)

Olivia (Oggy & The Cockroaches)

Kirby

Meta Knight (Kirby)

ENA (Season 1)

Orbulon (Warioware)

Little Miss Shy (Little Miss)

Little Miss Sunshine (Little Miss)

Hello Kitty (Sanrio)

My Melody (Sanrio/Onegai My Melody)

Cinnamoroll (Sanrio)

Mr Quiet (Mr Men Show)

Chao (Sonic)

Cream (Sonic)

Orbot (Sonic)

Cubot (Sonic)

Zavok (Sonic)

Jaune (Spooky Month)

Skid (Spooky Month)

Robert (Spooky Month)

Rayman

Electracey (DHMIS)

Bread Mother (DHMIS)

Sketchbook (DHMIS)

Scarecrow (Arkham Knight/TNBA/Injustice 2)

Snatcher (Hat In Time)

MX (Mario.EXE)

Luigi (Mario)

Rosalina (Mario)

Boo (Mario)

Count Bleck (Mario)

Tippi (Mario)

SCP-049 (SCP)

SCP-999 (SCP)

Chudd Chudders (Skatoony)

Hex (FNF)

QT (FNF)

Nikusa (FNF)

Rascal (FNF)

Cofi (Chikn Nuggit)

Bezel (Chikn Nuggit)

Hypno (Pokèmon)

Jigglypuff (Pokémon)

Darkrai (Pokémon)

Soft BF (FNF: Soft)

Father (KND)

Monty Uno (KND)

Mario.EXE (Mario's Madness)

Slender Man (Creepypasta)

Splendor Man (Creepypasta)

Lulu (Creepypasta)

Question (Justice League Unlimited)

Ragdoll (The Batman Series)

Lost Silver (Poképasta)

Grim Reaper (Grim Adventures Of Billy & Mandy)

SpongeBob SquarePants

(Wave 2)

DangerGrid Of Doom (Skatoony)

Eri (MHA)

Moxxie (Helluva Boss)

N (Murder Drones)

Charlie Morningstar (Hazbin Hotel)

Sammy Lawrence (BATIM)

Bendy (BATDR)

X (BFB)

Mad Hatter (BTAS)

Flaky (Happy Tree Friends)

Toriel (Undertale)

Papyrus (Undertale)

Majin Sonic

Baroness Von Bon Bon (Cuphead Show)

Neo Cortex (Crash Bandicoot)

Bubble (BFDI)

(Wave 3)

Mushi Sanban (Kids Next Door)

Maurice (Kids Next Door)

Wall-E

EVE (Wall-E)

Miraitowa (Tokyo 2020 Mascot)

Grogu (Mandalorian)

Someity (Tokyo 2020 Mascot)

Sam (Trick R Treat)

Alastor (Hazbin Hotel)

Dingodile (Crash Bandicoot)

Aku Aku (Crash Bandicoot)

Right Hand Man (Henry Stickmin)

Scarecrow (Happy Halloween Scooby Doo)

Mr Shark (The Bad Guys)

Sarvente (FNF)

Scar (Alien Vs Predator)

Hanazuki

Dr Nefarious (Ratchet & Clank)

Zardy (Zardy's Maze)

Robert Englund (Celebrity)

Charles Martinet (Celebrity)

(Wave 4)

Hank Anderson (Detroit: Become Human)

Dr Strangeglove (Moshi Monsters)

Needlem0use

Luther (Needlem0use)

Blitzø (Helluva Boss)

Kapuna-Wa (Crash Bandicoot)

Tsuyu Asui (MHA)

Ms Joke (MHA)

Curse (Sonic.EXE)

Zazz (Sonic)

Meggy (SMG4)

Meilin Lee (Turning Red)

Abby Park (Turning Red)

Scarecrow (BTAS/Arkham Asylum)

Shuey Rhon Rhon (Beijing 2022 Mascot)

Red Guy (DHMIS)

Duck Guy (DHMIS)

Pusheen The Cat

Sun (FNAF)

Spot The Dog

Pump (Spooky Month)

Shirousa (Sugarbunnies)

Kurousa (Sugarbunnies)

Strawberryusa (Sugarbunnies)

Blueberryusa (Sugarbunnies)

Pandausa (Sugarbunnies)

Momousa (Sugarbunnies)

Balletusa (Sugarbunnies)

Primausa (Sugarbunnies)

Vanilla (Sugarbunnies)

Aousa (Sugarbunnies)

Dmitri Petrov (Henry Stickmin)

EteleD (Wii Deleted You)

Taki (Friday Night Fever)

Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel)

Hog (Sonic.EXE)

Lord X (Sonic.EXE)

Hypno (Poképasta)

Charles Calvin (Henry Stickmin)

Lani-Loli (Crash Bandicoot)

Pinkie Pie (My Little Pony)

Snorky (Banana Splits)

Perrito (Puss In Boots)

King Shark (Harley Quinn Series)

Reginald Copperbottom (Henry Stickmin)

Jevil (Deltarune)

Collin (Helluva Boss)

Jaiden Animations (YouTuber)

Harry Hill (Celebrity)

(Wave 5)

Poppet (Moshi Monsters)

Baby Rox (Moshi Monsters)

Capt Squirk (Moshi Monsters)

Eevee (Pokémon)

Iris (Pokémon)

Alice (Pokémon)

Alicia (Pokémon)

Secret History Tails (Mashed)

Pipsqueak (The Lorax)

Gary (SpongeBob SquarePants)

Sandy Cheeks (SpongeBob SquarePants)

White Hat (Villainous)

505 (Villainous)

Moon Knight

PukeyHurlC (Grossery Gang)

Tari (SMG4)

XR (Buzz Lightyear Of Star Command)

Dawko (YouTuber)

CookieSwirlC (YouTuber)

(Wave 6)

Candy Cat (Poppy Playtime)

Humf

Napstablook (Undertale)

Bow/Bot (Inanimate Insanity)

MePad (Inanimate Insanity)

Della Duck (Ducktales)

Monika (DDLC)

Shaggy (Scooby Doo)

Numbuh 5 (KND)

Tabi (FNF)

Girlfriend (FNF)

Lightbulb (Inanimate Insanity)

Y (Alphabet Lore)

Slinky (Toy Story)

Jessie (Toy Story)

Cake (BFB)

Sylveon (Pokémon)

Mario

Holly (Ben & Holly's Little Kingdom)

Nanny Plum (Ben & Holly's Little Kingdom)

Scarecrow (Brave and The Bold)

King Candy (Wreck It Ralph)

Tails Doll (Sonic)

Sonic (Sonic Movie)

Komasan (Yo-Kai Watch)

Trixie (Toy Story)

Amethyst (Steven Universe)

Shinto (FNF: Lullaby)

Gingy (Shrek)

F (Alphabet Lore)

Mr Scatterbrain (Mr Men Show)

Tuffy (Tom & Jerry)

Flurry Heart (My Little Pony)

Hatsune Miku (Vocaloid)

Kasane Teto (Vocaloid)

Kagamine Rin (Vocaloid)

Boris (BATIM)

Tails (Sonic)

Kissy (Moshi Monsters)

atsuover (YouTuber)

Rageminer (YouTuber)

Tom Kenny (Celebrity)

(Wave 7)

Lilo (Lilo & Stitch)

Stitch (Lilo & Stitch)

Angel (Lilo & Stitch)

Vector (Sonic The Hedgehog)

Jeepers (Moshi Monsters)

Garnet (Steven Universe)

Sonic The Hedgehog

Korekiyo Shinguji (Danganronpa)

Pichu (Pokémon)

Roy (ROY Series)

Garcello (FNF)

Annie (FNF)

Manaphy (Pokémon)

Jirachi (Pokémon)

Felix (Wreck It Ralph)

Bunzo Bunny (Poppy Playtime)

Puss In Boots

Three Diablos (Puss In Boots)

Giulia (Luca)

Pearl (Steven Universe)

Lesley (DHMIS)

Bonnie (Toy Story)

Nicky Tate (YouTuber)

WolfyChu (YouTuber)

(Wave 8)

Boyfriend (FNF)

Tord (Eddsworld)

Matt (Eddsworld)

Matilda (Eddsworld)

Shishi (Moshi Monsters)

Slushi (Chikn Nuggit)

Chris (FNF)

Timmy & Tommy (Animal Crossing)

Isabelle (Animal Crossing)

P (Alphabet Lore)

Inky (Pac-Man)

Winner (BFB/TPOT)

Mio Mao

Rover (Animal Crossing)

Woolly & Tig

Sleepypaws (Moshi Monsters)

Streber (Spooky Month)

Sunday (FNF)

Moomintroll (Moomin)

Yoshi (Mario)

Moominmamma (Moomin)

Po (Teletubbies)

Jack Skellington (Nightmare Before Christmas)

Anya (Spy X Family)

Paintbrush (Inanimate Insanity)

Toothless (HTTYD)

Tyke (Tom & Jerry)

Katie Ryan (YouTuber)

Rosanna Pansino (YouTuber)

Odie (Garfield)

(Wave 9)

Bill Cipher (Gravity Falls)

Torchic (Pokémon)

Dwebble (Pokémon)

Slappy (Goosebumps)

Pepa Madrigal (Encanto)

Mirabel Madrigal (Encanto)

Funtime Freddy (FNAF)

Foxy (FNAF)

Suki (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Sunflower (Plants Vs Zombies)

Oswald The Lucky Rabbit

Unikitty (Unikitty Series)

Snorkmaiden (Moomin)

Numbuh 3 (KND)

Wednesday (Wednesday Series)

Dum Mee Mee (Shopkins)

Wanda (Fairly Oddparents)

Bender (Futurama)

Apple Bloom (My Little Pony)

Patrick (SpongeBob SquarePants)

Zoe Kusama (Criminal Case)

(Wave 10)

Enid Sinclair (Wednesday)

Pocoyo

King (Owl House)

Mickey Mouse (Mickey & Friends)

Minnie Mouse (Mickey & Friends)

Sulley (Monsters Inc)

Timmy (Timmy Time)

Mittens (Timmy Time)

Otus (Timmy Time)

Hades (Hercules)

Jafar (Aladdin)

Iago (Aladdin)

Chowder (Chowder Series)

Mung Daal (Chowder Series)

Toga Himiko (MHA)

Mirio Togata (MHA)

Pink Hemka (Hanazuki)

Yellow Hemka (Hanazuki)

Captain N (Captain N The Game Master)

Luigi (Mario DIC Cartoons)

Mario (Mario DIC Cartoons)

Solazar (FNF)

Emily Elephant (Peppa Pig)

Zuzu & Zaza Zebra (Peppa Pig)

NormalCD (Sonic.EXE)

Fleegle (Banana Splits)

Bob Velseb (Spooky Month)

Jack Sparrow (POTC)

Hector Barbossa (POTC)

Lammy (Happy Tree Friends)

Garfield

Sam & Max

Milk Bud (Shopkins)

Donatina (Shopkins)

Jessicake (Shopkins)

Apple Blossom (Shopkins)

Jeff The Killer (Creepypasta)

Laughing Jack (Creepypasta)

Jack O Lantern (Grim Adventures Of Billy & Mandy)

Asriel (Undertale)

Simon Belmont (Captain N The Game Master)

SMG4 (YouTuber)

Greg Eagles (Celebrity)

Joey D'Auria (Celebrity)

Mark Hamill (Celebrity)

(Wave 11)

Mike (Monsters Inc)

Moony (ENA)

Freddy Krueger (Nightmare On Elm Street)

Starfire (Teen Titans)

Red Hood (Injustice 2)

Nezuko (Demon Slayer)

Davy Jones (POTC)

Tails (AOSTH)

Dr Krankcase (Skylanders)

Tessa (Skylanders)

Mags (Skylanders)

Bubbles (Powerpuff Girls)

Adorabat (Mao Mao: Heroes Of Pure Heart)

Nerris (Camp Camp)

Nikki (Camp Camp)

Mr Stitchy (PIGGY)

Orange (RAINBOW FRIENDS)

Screech (DOORS)

Seek (DOORS)

Tricky (Madness Combat)

Hank J Wimbleton (Madness Combat)

Sanford (Madness Combat)

Deimos (Madness Combat)

Zoey (Total Drama)

Mike (+ Svetlana, Manitoba Smith, Mal) (Total Drama)

Fizzarolli (Helluva Boss)

Abbey Bominable (Monster High)

Catty Noir (Monster High)

Discord (My Little Pony)

Rainbow Dash (My Little Pony)

Princess Celestia (My Little Pony)

Fluttershy (My Little Pony)

Evil Queen (Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs)

Onion Cookie (Cookie Run: Kingdom)

Frost Queen Cookie (Cookie Run: Kingdom)

Clover Cookie (Cookie Run: Kingdom)

Granny Smith (My Little Pony)

Dracalaura (Monster High)

Frankie Stein (Monster High)

Madeline Hatter (Ever After High)

Kitty Cheshire (Ever After High)

Mao Mao (Mao Mao: Heroes Of Pure Heart)

Marvin The Martian (Looney Tunes)

Leonard Mudbeard (Angry Birds)

Courtney (Angry Birds)

Tankman (Tankmen Series)

Pixie (Pixie & Brutus Series)

Victor Creel (Stranger Things)

Melody (Little Mermaid)

Maggie Simpson (Simpsons)

Bart Simpson (Simpsons)

Krusty The Clown (Simpsons)

June Bellamy (Simpsons)

Joe Swanson (Family Guy)

Charles Dupont (Criminal Case)

Agatha (Dark Deception)

Penny (Amazing World Of Gumball)

Kedamono (Popee The Performer)

Richard Horvitz (Celebrity)

(Wave 12)

Wallace (Wallace & Gromit)

Skeletor (He-Man)

Margaret The Mole (Andy's Apple Farm)

Alya Cesaire (Miraculous Ladybug)

Marinette Dupain-Cheng (Miraculous Ladybug)

Iroh (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Ered (Camp Camp)

Buncho Bananas (Shopkins)

Chiaki Nanami (Danganronpa)

Colin The Computer (DHMIS)

Rainbow Quartz (Steven Universe)

Peridot (Steven Universe)

Greg (Steven Universe)

Ashley Nichols Art (YouTuber)

(Wave 13)

Zim (Invader Zim)

Komi (Komi Can't Communicate)

Momo Yaoyorozu (MHA)

Eijirou Kirishima (MHA)

Peni Parker (Into The Spider Verse)

Crystal Winter (Ever After High)

Emily (Thomas The Tank Engine(Model)

Hermione (Harry Potter)

Riddler (The Batman Series)

Joker (The Batman Series)

Bunny Blanc (Ever After High)

Lizzie Hearts (Ever After High)

Inko Midoriya (MHA)

Green Arrow (Injustice 2)

Faline (Bambi)

Emolga (Pokémon)

Axew (Pokémon)

John (Spooky Month)

Claire (Prof Layton)

Sr Pelo (YouTuber)

(Wave 14)

Maleficent (Sleeping Beauty)

Karen (SpongeBob SquarePants)

Nigel (Wild Thornberrys)

Ralsei (Deltarune)

Tails (Sonic Movie)

Tweety (Looney Tunes)

Bjorn (Peggle Deluxe)

Splork (Peggle Deluxe)

Kat Tut (Peggle Deluxe)

Demencia (Villainous)

Paimon (Helluva Boss)

Claude Frollo (Hunchback Of Notre Dame(Disney)

Bugs Bunny (Looney Tunes)

Mettaton (Undertale)

(Wave 15)

Hugo, Victor & Laverne (Hunchback Of Notre Dame)

Lumiere (Beauty & The Beast)

Captain Hook (Peter Pan)

Klaus (American Dad)

Panda (We Bare Bears/We Baby Bears)

Chloe (We Bare Bears)

Peach (Mario)

Daisy (Mario)

Pinocchio (Pinocchio(1940s)

Gideon (Pinocchio(1940s)

Tigger (Winnie The Pooh)

Dr Eggman (Sonic)

NOS-4-A2 (Buzz Lightyear Of Star Command)

(Wave 16)

Mog (Meg & Mog)

Owl (Meg & Mog)

Eda Clawthorne (Owl House)

Kronk (Emperor's New Groove)

Doofenshmirtz (Phineas & Ferb)

Goofy (Mickey Mouse)

Charlie (Smiling Friends)

Timmy (Shaun The Sheep)

Trixie & Captain Cuddlepuss (Creature Comforts)

Peep (Peep and The Big Wide World)

Piplup (Pokémon)

Rayman (Captain Laserhawk)

Willow (Owl House)

Collector (Owl House)

Lilith Clawthorne (Owl House)

(Wave 17)

Peppino Spaghetti (Pizza Tower)

Wally Darling (Welcome Home)

Rocky (Chicken Run)

Shaun The Sheep

Betina (Rayman The Animated Series)

Flips (Rayman The Animated Series)

Figaro (Pinocchio(1940s)

Melony (SMG4)

REU Music Channel (YouTuber)

Ochaco Uraraka (MHA)

Vigilante (Pizza Tower)

(Wave 18)

Cheezborger (Chikn Nuggit)

Little Miss Giggles (Mr Men Show)

Cream Puff Cookie (Cookie Run: Kingdom)

Lucy Loud (Loud House)

Konata Izumi (Lucky Star)

Esmeralda (Hunchback Of Notre Dame(Disney)

Stolas (Helluva Boss)

Rita (Flushed Away)

Julie Joyful (Welcome Home)

Light Blue Hemka (Hanazuki)

Diane Foxington (The Bad Guys)

Master Crane (Kung Fu Panda)

Grizzly (We Baby Bears)

King of creepypasta (YouTuber)

(Wave 19)

Polterpup (Luigi's Mansion)

Luz Noceda (Owl House)

Quasimodo (Hunchback Of Notre Dame(Disney)

Eric Duckman (Duckman)

Toad (Mario)

Ochaco Uraraka (MHA)

Shota Aizawa (MHA)

Fake Peppino (Pizza Tower)

Snufkin (Moomin)

Lila (Spooky Month)

Ordinary Woman (MHA)

Chichi (Dragon Ball Z)

Kota Izumi (MHA)

(Wave 20)

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