#sheb rereads asoiaf

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"False is all you were. How is it you still breathe?"

"The gods are not done with me," Theon answered.

#theon greyjoy #the hooded man #a dance with dragons #asoiaf #A Song of Ice and Fire #my art #fanart #sheb rereads asoiaf #book #theon and weirwood leaves #grrm #this is an old one i did for an abandoned october horror project lol

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25, 41, 44 for the ask meme :]

Thank you, Sheb!

25) Have you ever cried whilst writing a story?

Not while writing it but while rereading, yes.

41) What’s your favorite minor character you’ve written?

Hmm, I really enjoyed writing about Gigi from Gilmore Girls. Asoiaf-wise, I really liked writing about Bella and I had some ideas for some of the other women at the Peach that I couldn’t quite get to work in there that I like and might try to rework. I also have a wip about Joyeuse Erenford that I really want to finish.

44) What is the last line you wrote?

Excluding Stoned Peaches:

‘Irene and Evy are talking about something he can’t quite figure out again but they turn around at the sound of him shifting around to look at him.’

#asks #answers #cilveloy

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“... There's a brazier in the cabin if you and your son want to get warm." 

"I'm not his stupid son!" said Arya furiously. That was even worse than being taken for a boy.

and bonus arya dürüm

#arya stark #sandor clegane #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #valyrianscrolls #sheb rereads asoiaf #a storm of swords #fanart #my art #book #grrm #LET THIS CHILD REST FOR A MOMENT GRRM #poor baby

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"Do you sing?" Gilly rearranged her furs, and she moved the babe from one breast to the other. 

Sam blushed. "I . . . I know some songs. When I was little I liked to sing. I danced too, but my lord father never liked me to. He said if I wanted to prance around I should do it in the yard with a sword in my hand."

"Could you sing some southron song? For the babe?"

"If you like." Sam thought for a moment. "There's a song our septon used to sing to me and my sisters, when we were little and it was time for us to go to sleep. 'The Song of the Seven,' it's called." He cleared his throat and softly sang

#asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #samwell tarly #gilly #valyrianscrolls #a storm of swords #sheb rereads asoiaf #book #fanart #my art #grrm #i love moments like this so much #i want to personally kill radyll tarly #sam is so sweet ;_;

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this quote by Jaime Lannister

#lovely #jaime lannister #asoiaf #shitpost #sheb rereads asoiaf #quote

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the great elk....

“The elk was huge, a great elk, ten feet tall at the shoulder, with a rack of antlers near as wide. The creature sank to his knees to let them mount. ”

Ok but the elk that Coldhands rides is 10 feet tall.

Its shoulder lenght is as tall as your average apartment wall!!!

(the heights in this pic are SHOULDER HEIGHTS for the animals)

IT’S HUGEEEE

#asoiaf #coldhands #not art #this was in my drafts i needed to add the pic #ive been thinking about this ever since i read sam's chapter in asos #omfg #I LOVE ITTTTTT #i wanna draw them more elaborately at some point #sorry i didnt know a better site than this it looks funny with all the figures as humans but you get the point #sheb rereads asoiaf #text

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...Joffrey lifted his crossbow and pointed it at her face. "You Starks are as unnatural as those wolves of yours. I've not forgotten how your monster savaged me."

"That was Arya's wolf," she said. "Lady never hurt you, but you killed her anyway."

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I love when sometimes Sansa can’t control herself and just...snaps  

#asoiaf #A Song of Ice and Fire #sansa stark #joffrey baratheon #valyrianscrolls #my art #fanart #grrm #book #a clash of kings #sheb rereads asoiaf #comic

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“One day on a ranging we brought down a fine big elk. We were skinning it when the smell of blood drew a shadow-cat out of its lair. I drove it off, but not before it shredded my cloak to ribbons. Do you see? Here, here, and here?" 

He chuckled. "It shredded my arm and back as well, and I bled worse than the elk. My brothers feared I might die before they got me back to Maester Mullin at the Shadow Tower, so they carried me to a wildling village where we knew an old wisewoman did some healing. She was dead, as it happened, but her daughter saw to me. Cleaned my wounds, sewed me up, and fed me porridge and potions until I was strong enough to ride again. And she sewed up the rents in my cloak as well, with some scarlet silk from Asshai that her grandmother had pulled from the wreck of a cog washed up on the Frozen Shore. It was the greatest treasure she had, and her gift to me.” He swept the cloak back over his shoulders.

   "But at the Shadow Tower, I was given a new wool cloak from stores, black and black, and trimmed with black, to go with my black breeches and black boots, my black doublet and black mail. The new cloak had no frays nor rips nor tears … and most of all, no red. The men of the Night’s Watch dressed in black, Ser Denys Mallister reminded me sternly, as if I had forgotten. My old cloak was fit for burning now, he said.“I left the next morning … for a place where a kiss was not a crime, and a man could wear any cloak he chose.” He closed the clasp and sat back down again.

#mance rayder #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #valyrianscrolls #a storm of swords #sheb rereads asoiaf #i had something different in mind for this scene but this happened hmmm #i didnt remember he wasnt the one who sewed the red clothing #my art #fanart #book #grrm #edit: guys shes not dalla #:D #at least if we choose to believe mance

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‘’ She stood on the end of the dock, pale and goosefleshed and shivering in the fog. In her hand, Needle seemed to whisper to her. Stick them with the pointy end, it said, and, don’t tell Sansa! Mikken’s mark was on the blade. 

It’s just a sword. If she needed a sword, there were a hundred under the temple. Needle was too small to be a proper sword, it was hardly more than a toy. She’d been a stupid little girl when Jon had it made for her. “It’s just a sword,” she said, aloud this time …

… but it wasn’t.

 Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell’s grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan’s stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow’s smile. 

He used to mess my hair and call me “little sister,” she remembered, and suddenly there were tears in her eyes.’‘

#asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #arya stark #jon snow #robb stark #sansa stark #bran stark #rickon stark #catelyn stark #ned stark #house stark #book #my art #fanart #grrm #sheb rereads asoiaf #comic #i've been working on this for two days #this passage is one of my all time favorites and it makes me cry

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“...The Starks knew my worth. I was one of Brynden Blackfish’s picked scouts, and I charged with the first wave in the Whispering Wood. I was that close to crossing swords with the Kingslayer himself.” Theon held his hands two feet apart. “Daryn Hornwood came between us, and died for it.”

  “Why do you tell me this?” Dagmer asked. “It was me who put your first sword in your hand. I know you are no craven.”

  “Does my father?”

#theon greyjoy #dagmer cleftjaw #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #valyrianscrolls #grrm #book #fanart #my art #comic #kinda #sheb rereads asoiaf #i love their relationship #theon needs a proper parental figure

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The tall girl knelt awkwardly, unsheathed Renly’s longsword, and laid it at her feet. 

“Then I am yours, my lady. Your liegeman, or . . . whatever you would have me be. I will shield your back and keep your counsel and give my life for yours, if need be. I swear it by the old gods and the new.”

“And I vow that you shall always have a place by my hearth and meat and mead at my table, and pledge to ask no service of you that might bring you into dishonor. I swear it by the old gods and the new. Arise.” 

As she clasped the other woman’s hands between her own, Catelyn could not help but smile. How many times did I watch Ned accept a man’s oath of service? She wondered what he would think if he could see her now.

#asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #brienne #brienne of tarth #catelyn stark #valyrianscrolls #a clash of kings #grrm #book #fanart #my art #sheb rereads asoiaf #I LOVE THIS SCENE SO MUCH

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“Mercy was for this morning,” said Theon. 

It is better to be feared than laughed at. “Before they made me angry.”

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 Roots grabbed at Theon's feet as he ran, and bare branches lashed his face, leaving thin stripes of blood across his cheeks. He crashed through heedless, breathless, icicles flying to pieces before him. 

Mercy, he sobbed. From behind came a shuddering howl that curdled his blood. Mercy, mercy.

#asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #a clash of kings #theon greyjoy #theon and weirwood leaves #ned stark #lyanna stark #brandon stark #rickard stark #miller's wife #miller's cihldren #shaggydog #rickon stark #summer #bran stark #sheb rereads asoiaf #my art #fanart #book #sinnerman wheeeere you gonna run to #there are winterfell folk but they are too backgroung lol #i combined his nightmares and added changed a few things because #you know #symbolism tm

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Renly’s hand slid inside his cloak. Stannis saw, and reached at once for the hilt of his sword, but before he could draw steel his brother produced . . . a peach. “Would you like one, brother?” Renly asked, smiling. 

“From Highgarden. You’ve never tasted anything so sweet, I promise you.” He took a bite. Juice ran from the corner of his mouth.

“I did not come here to eat fruit.” Stannis was fuming.

“A man should never refuse to taste a peach,” Renly said as he tossed the stone away. “He may never get the chance again. Life is short, Stannis. Remember what the Starks say. Winter is coming.” He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

#stannis baratheon #renly baratheon #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #valyrianscrolls #a clash of kings #grrm #book #fanart #my art #comic #sheb rereads asoiaf #they are ridiculous #i can never do justice to this iconic scene but here it is anyway

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...Then she realized that the blood had soaked through the sheet into the featherbed, so she bundled that up as well, but it was big and cumbersome, hard to move. Sansa could get only half of it into the fire. She was on her knees, struggling to shove the mattress into the flames as thick grey smoke eddied around her and filled the room, when the door burst open and she heard her maid gasp. 

In the end it took three of them to pull her away. And it was all for nothing. The bedclothes were burnt, but by the time they carried her off her thighs were bloody again. It was as if her own body had betrayed her to Joffrey, unfurling a banner of Lannister crimson for all the world to see.

#blood tw #menstrual blood cw #sansa stark #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #valyrianscrolls #a clash of kings #sheb rereads asoiaf #grrm #book #fanart #my art #baby.....

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He thought Ygritte might try to run, but she only stood there, waiting, looking at him. “You never killed a woman before, did you?” When he shook his head, she said, “We die the same as men. But you don’t need to do it. Mance would take you, I know he would. There’s secret ways. Them crows would never catch us.” “I’m as much a crow as they are,” Jon said. She nodded, resigned. “Will you burn me, after?” “I can’t. The smoke might be seen.” “That’s so.” She shrugged. “Well, there’s worse places to end up than the belly of a shadowcat.” He pulled Longclaw over a shoulder. “Aren’t you afraid?” “Last night I was,” she admitted. “But now the sun’s up.” She pushed her hair aside to  bare her neck, and knelt before him. “Strike hard and true, crow, or I’ll come back and haunt you.” Longclaw was not so long or heavy a sword as his father’s Ice, but it was Valyrian steel all the same. He touched the edge of the blade to mark where the blow must fall, and Ygritte shivered. “That’s cold,” she said. “Go on, be quick about it.” He raised Longclaw over his head, both hands tight around the grip. One cut, with all my weight behind it. He could give her a quick clean death, at least. He was his father’s son. Wasn’t he? Wasn’t he? “Do it,” she urged him after a moment. “Bastard. Do it. I can’t stay brave forever.” When the blow did not fall she turned her head to look at him. Jon lowered his sword. 

“Go,” he muttered. Ygritte stared. “Now,” he said, “before my wits return. Go.” She went.

#asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #ygritte #jon snow #a clash of kings #sheb rereads asoiaf #grrm #book #fanart #my art #i love this sceneeee #actually i love most of ygritte's scenes #there probably wasnt a rock involved but thats show's impact on me i guess #sigh... #i just remembered longclaw is supposed to be black steel skdjfsm shoot

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‘’"I don’t even know your name.“

“Gilly, he called me. For the gillyflower.”

“That’s pretty.” He remembered Sansa telling him once that he should say that whenever a lady told him her name. He could not help the girl, but perhaps the courtesy would please her. ‘’ 

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ok this might be a little ooc for jon since he usually knows how to talk to whom but there are moments where he just doesn’t… care…lol

 Also Sansa giving him courtesy 101 is the cutest thing.

#asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #valyrianscrolls #jon snow #gilly #a clash of kings #grrm #book #my art #fanart #comic #sheb rereads asoiaf #perhaps the courtesy would please her #jon...she is concerned about her baby's life...pls #sansa stark