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Here's an ask: Do you think Doran and Mellario could reconcile at some point? And if so, what do you think would have caused it to happen?
Ooooh, I love this. Thanks for asking!
The issue of trust was always a huge barrier to Doran and Mellario, just as between Doran and Arianne. Quentyn was representative of this barrier in both relationships - Mellario and Doran fought over sending Quentyn to foster at Yronwood; the idea that Doran favoured Quentyn damaged Arianne’s relationship with him for a significant part of her life. Arianne and Doran could repair their relationship once Doran confided in her. Mellario and Doran...well, that would be a lot harder, especially at this point in canon.
Fostering is a perfectly ordinary practice in Westeros. Yes, the circumstances behind Quentyn’s were not ordinary, and he left very young, but Quentyn was in no danger from the Yronwoods. That alone would be possible to come back from. But after that, Doran sent Quentyn on a dangerous quest, and Quentyn, desperate for his father’s approval, died in the process. This was not Doran’s fault, but it’s easy to imagine Mellario seeing it that way - their children would have been safer with her, but she could not bring them to Norvos with her. One of them died carrying out Doran’s orders. There would be so much bitterness and anger there now, years of it, every event adding to the tension between them. They are estranged in defiance of social norms because the conflict from years ago was still too much for their love to overcome. After the events since then - a daughter ready to go to war with a son, the son dead for the sake of justice for a dead woman, another son betrothed to the granddaughter of a murderer and product of incest for the sake of the same goal - the chasm could only widen.
Arianne remembers Mellario screaming at Doran, demanding to know what sort of father would use his son to pay his debts. And that’s a question we see Doran wondering of himself - is that my shame or my glory? Did he do the right thing? What ought he to have done? Where is Quentyn? What choice does a man make when there are no good choices to be made? Doran Martell is no longer the man that fell in love with Mellario of Norvos. He is no longer the man with whom Mellario of Norvos fell in love. And news of Quentyn’s death completely rock the both of them. Even if Mellario doesn’t blame Doran for their son’s death, it’s easy to imagine the two of them realizing that their relationship really is best left in the past after that, if not descending into another bitter fight. Doran’s are actions Mellario will probably never understand, and Doran himself is not happy with what he’s done. He isn’t looking for absolution.
All that being said, I am a massive sap with a major soft spot for characters reconciling and coming back together after a stretch of time. I think that it’s possible that they’d come back together over their grief. For all that Mellario hates his choices, for all that he struggles with his relationship with them, Doran loves his children. I can imagine them hashing it all out over Quentyn, or in the event that something happened to Arianne or Trystane, and reconciling over that shared loss - it would not be easy, and it would not be the same, but it would be the opening for a more clear eyed relationship, built on a more honest understanding of who they are as people, rather than the rose coloured vision of two people that were young and recklessly in love.
It’s also possible that they could reconcile for happier reasons. Their marriage fell apart for many reasons, one of which was culture clash and Melllario’s homesickness. The Prince of Dorne was needed in Dorne, and Mellario wanted Norvos. During their marriage, Doran chose Dorne, over and over again, over his family and happiness both, because of his strong sense of duty and responsibility to his people. The love they shared was not enough to overcome that. But now, Doran has taken a step back from actively ruling. He’s been living at the Water Gardens full time. He left Oberyn in charge at Sunspear. Post war, Arianne would be in charge at Sunspear. When she was considering her coup, she envisioned her father in a peaceful retirement, living out his remaining days in his beloved Water Gardens, surrounded by the scent of oranges and the laughter of children in his favourite place in the world. If he took advantage of his retirement to go to Mellario in Norvos instead - leaving his favourite place, just as she did when they wed - I can see that as an opening for them to remember why they fell in love, what they valued about each other, better understand each other’s perspectives. Their relationship would certainly never be the same as when they met, but they could start fresh with clearer vision - meeting each other halfway, seeing each other for who they are and not the idealized images from a party with ringing bells and dancing bears.
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How about something with Rhaenys/Garlan?
Setting: Regency Era!AU, “I have nothing to give but my heart so full and these empty hands.” “They're not empty now.”
Note: Marei of Oldstones is the Westerosi version of Marie de France, a 12th century poet whose work influenced the Arthurian Cycle. And yes, it was a common pastime for learned ladies to discuss the phallic imagery ever present in medieval romances lolol the tumblr instinct has been around for centuries
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It begins as simple admiration. He is Margaery’s favorite chaperone, as Willas can’t keep up with her merry chases and Loras enables her chases to become proper misadventures. So he is the one that Mama sends to court when Margaery becomes lady companion to Crown Princess Rhaenys. And what a court it is—Queen Regent Elia rules with grace and glitter, and all the courtiers gossip enough to make dear Grandmama herself lean in. Here Garlan can train with the finest of knights, read from the royal libraries, discuss with like-minded lords and ladies about the progressive new laws that the Queen Regent is putting forward...
And then there is the Princess herself.
Tall, with rich olive skin and black ringlets cascading down her back. Her face is soft and round, balanced by full lips and large eyes—oh, her eyes! Garlan has never seen such eyes outside of paintings, an impossible shade of black-violet. And when he first sees those eyes, she is smiling at him. He cannot help but smile back.
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It’s not just that she is beautiful, of course. Her mind is a treasure beyond words. One day she and Grand Maester Tyrion have a three hour long debate about the origins of dragons in the courtyard. Garlan nearly swoons like a green maid to hear the strength of her arguments, the logic she wove like silk in a loom. And even Tyrion concedes defeat to her, as most people end up doing to the Crown Princess. When Rhaenys takes her leave to give her mother company, Garlan bows. “An excellent battle, Your Highness. I’ve never seen a Field of Fire through words alone before and yet we all are blown away.”
“Thank you, Ser Garlan.” She smiles and there’s faint dimples in her cheeks; the sight nearly makes Garlan swoon again! “Care to escort me to the Queen’s apartments?”
Of course. Her hand is a warm weight in the crook of his arm and truly, Garlan is surprised she is not betrothed yet. She is eighteen, of age to take the throne in her own right were it not for her father in the sanitarium on Dragonstone, and easily the loveliest creature on the gods’ green earth. Perhaps she will marry Lord Robb Stark for his bloodline, or Ser Joffrey Baratheon for his riches. Had Willas not eloped with Leonette Fossoway to Braavos he too would’ve been a contender. Grandmama will probably throw the Tarly girls at Garlan, or perhaps a girl from the Riverlands...
“Your eyes seem far away, Ser. Does anything trouble you?”
Garlan shakes himself. “It’s nothing, Your Highness. I’m simply wondering when I shall become an uncle.”
“Yes, I hope my wedding present to your brother Lord Willas and his wife Lady Leonette survived the ship to Essos.” Her gaze flickers away for a moment, then she squeezes his arm. “Join my lady mother and I for tea? Perhaps you can give your perspective on elopement, as my dear brother Aegon intended to run off with Shireen Baratheon in their “doomed romance” when we’d much rather just give them Summerhall.”
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“Ser Garlan! Do join us!” Rhaenys sits on a large picnic blanket with Marg, a gaggle of other ladies and Rhaenys’s fearsome cat Balerion. Prince Oberyn, Rhaenys’s uncle and practical second father, keeps watch over them and nods at Garlan. They are in the shade of a gigantic plum blossom tree given as a gift from the Emperor of Yi-Ti, and there’s a few petals fallen into her hair. Unthinkingly, Garlan sits by her side and brushes them loose, and he shivers from the feel of her hair between his fingers. Rhaenys asks, “Tell us, have you read the words of Marei of Oldstones?”
“Yes, her poetry influenced the Arthurian Epic did she not?” Epic tales set in the Dawn Age of heroes and fair maidens and wretched monsters. Garlan remembers being still in leading strings, listening to Papa read him and his siblings a passage before bed each night.
“We were discussing some of the themes in in the Epic and other tales of its kind.” Marg gives him a grin that sends a shiver down his spine. Gods, what is she up to now? “About the imagery of a knight rescuing a princess from a tower. What do you make of it?”
“I...”
Sansa Stark hides a giggle behind her folding fan. “It’s always a giant tower, so very large and impressive.” Then she and little Allyria Dayne dissolve into giggles.
Garlan tugs on his collar. Rhaenys is looking at him expectantly and he can’t ignore his future queen. But really! Marg is still grinning and Garlan narrows his eyes at her. Oh, he’ll get her for this. “It is quite a juxtaposition of imagery. As Lady Sansa said, the tower the knight must handle is always a tall and imposing one. Yet...”
“Yet?”
Garlan prays to the gods for guidance. “Yet the knight must enter the tower. So truly, what function is the imagery in this context?”
Walda Frey—Loras once called her Fat Walda at a feast and she gave him a split lip and a black eye, so now Garlan defers to her as the very best of Waldas—whispers to Marg, “Better than just scaling up and down its walls in its lonesome.”
The ladies giggle and Garlan wants to sink into the floor. Then Rhaenys laughs. “Well put! Thank you for indulging us.” She pauses, then cocks her head and Garlan wonders when the mild spring day got so warmer so quickly. “Indulge us again: do you prefer the sword, or the joust?”
“I prefer handling two swords at once, although I am no green boy when it comes to the joust.” Marg might just choke to death on her stifled giggles and Garlan hopes that she does! But there’s a hint of red to Rhaenys’s ears, and what mild flirtation ever hurt anyone? “At the next tourney, I’ll do my best to impress you.”
“Perhaps I’ll give you my favor as a good luck charm. We can’t have me being unimpressed, can we?”
Indeed, they can not. Garlan would love nothing more for her to admire him, as he admires her.
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“Your Highness,” Garlan licks his lips, as they are as dry as a Dornish desert. His words catch in his throat. Then Marg in the stands motions at him to continue, Prince Oberyn himself sends him a wink...and he says, “I crown you, Princess Rhaenys, as my Queen of Love and Beauty.”
The crowd erupts into cheers. It was a very hard joust won, as Ser Jaime of the Kingsguard nearly dislocated Garlan’s shoulder and Lord Robb was no one to be trifled with. But at the end he threw even his brother Loras down to the dirt—as if his trick of using a mare would work on Garlan! Not after the tourney at Longtable where Garlan broke his nose!—and won the crown of jonquils and morning glories. They look so beautiful in Rhaenys’s hair, almost as beautiful as Rhaenys herself.
Rhaenys’s reply is nearly lost beneath the deafening roar, but Garlan hears it all too well. “I am honored and delighted to be crowned by such a noble and true knight as you.” And her favor, tied neatly around his arm beneath his armor, seems to catch alight.
He has nothing to offer her, other than this crown of flowers and his hand in the dances to come. He is a second son of a family with many mouths to feed, with no kingly descent or heirloom sword. She shall marry someone worthy to take his place at her side as Prince Consort, and he...he shall content himself with the feeling of her hand in his.
He bows over that lovely hand and kisses her knuckles.
Later that night, after hours of dancing and feasting and laughing and chasing, he kisses her knuckles again. And again, and again, and again. Until Rhaenys pulls him up from his knees and kisses him with lips as soft as spring and rich as wine. Beneath that plum blossom tree with no one to witness them other than the moon and stars reflecting in her impossibly beautiful eyes, no other sound than their shared breath against each other’s lips and Garlan whispering “I think I’m in love with you.”
He kisses her before she can tell him they cannot be. He cannot bear it.
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“Do you love my daughter, Ser Garlan?”
Garlan can hardly breathe before the presence of the Queen Regent Elia Martell. So much of Rhaenys’s bold beauty is from her mother, and the Queen Regent has decades of power behind her piercing gaze. But he is no liar. He jerks a nod. “With all my life, Your Majesty.”
She nods, as if it were a foregone conclusion. She is not wrong in that, as the entirety of Kings Landing must know that Garlan would gladly die for Rhaenys, and live for her as well. Even Papa knows, and Papa hardly knows anything! After an eternity of being sized up and raked over the coals of the Queen Regent’s eyes, she sighs. “You are not my first choice, but you are not my last. If my daughter consents to it, I give my blessing to officially court her.”
Truly? Truly?! Garlan gapes like an idiot, or perhaps some ill-bred fish. And the Queen Regent laughs; she sounds so much like Rhaenys. “I encourage you not to make that same face when you ask for her permission.”
Garlan, after bowing and scraping as much as he can without fainting, eventually leaves the royal solar. Marg immediately tackles him and cackles that her hopes have gone swimmingly, and her best friend shall be her sister. Then she pulls him along to gods know where while Garlan’s head reels.
He? To court Rhaenys? To hold her hand in his and not let it go? Garlan’s knees nearly give out, especially when Willas and Loras both clap their hands on his shoulders. “Grandmama will finally be proud of us, I think,” Loras boasts.
“Her Highness has not even consented yet!”
Marg rolls her eyes “Garlan, I love you, but you are as thick as molasses. Now go confess your love to her!” She practically shoves him towards Rhaenys’s plum blossom tree. “And kiss her! With tongue!”
He stumbles into the tree and nearly into Balerion. The cat blinks up at him to say he is a fool, then slinks away to a laughing Aegon’s arms. “Ser Garlan! Are you alright?”
“Y-Your Highness, I...” Garlan peeks around the tree to see Rhaenys on the other side, standing with something hiding behind her back. She catches his questioning gaze, and flushes a pretty red before revealing a knitted scarf. “For your brother, my princess?”
“For you, actually.” She bites her bottom lip before puffing herself up. “I intend to ask my lady mother the Queen Regent if we would be allowed to court. With your consent of course! I would never presume that you would wish to—”
“I was just given permission by Her Majesty to ask for your permission.”
They stare at each other for a moment, before Rhaenys giggles into her palm. Garlan melts, and finally asks, “Would you like me to court you, Your Highness?”
“Yes.” She presses the scarf into his hands, and leans up to murmur in his ear, “And please, call me Rhaenys.”
He shivers. “Rhaenys.” All is right with the world it seems, just from the sound of her name on his lips.
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Garlan smiles despite the tears in his eyes. “Rhaenys, are you sure? I have nothing to give but my heart so full and these empty hands.”
“They're not empty now.” Rhaenys squeezes their hands together.
Then she cloaks him in her house colors, and Garlan is hers, hers forever and always, just as he was always meant to be.
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What if instead of Rhaella getting separated from her son, she instead just packs up her and Daenerys' things and goes with her son to the Vale? I mean what is Rhaegar going to do, tell her no, she can't do that? She wouldn't listen, she's already Done with her son, and someone needs to help poor Lysa!
in a realistic political situation i think theyd probably keep them seperate but fuck that shit this is our comfort fanfic headcanon so hell yeah Rhaella goes with Viserys and they eventually become found family
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Unpopular opinion: Daeron II should have gone to Dorne to be Myriah's consort, not the other way around.
strongly agree | agree | neutral | disagree | strongly disagree
I think it just could have been a much better show of trust and willingness to grow with Dorne, as opposed to adding Dorne to the fold which feels like it's actually what happened. I would have loved if this happened. 😊
I'm also neutral, because I understand the political pressures that were happening and I think Aegon would have been a terror to Nerys and I don't like that idea. 😞
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What makes you decide what ideas you end up writing?
I don’t know if I have any one deciding factor that makes me decide on writing ideas. For me, it depends on the size of the idea and how badly I want to see it played out. So for the most part, I try to write for myself.
With something as large as a whole story concept, I place my idea down and try to have a very loose framework in regards to the direction it’ll go, and if I like it then it’s being committed to ink and paper. If I don’t see it going anywhere, I’ll save it and might use it in the future, either as another series or maybe just a one-shot.
With something relatively smaller, like a plot point or a character arc, I tend to improvise more. I’ll try to identify a matching theme and I’ll see what I can do to add on the narrative progression or character development. Basically, a lot of what motivates my commitment to an idea is if it leads me to asking myself “what happens next?” But sometimes, I have a pre-ordained ending for my characters and it’s a matter of trying to fill their beginning and ending with an interesting progression.
Honestly, I’ll write down any stupid idea I have. And if I can find a home for it, all the better.
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Hi! I've been going through some of your asoiaf posts and fic and it made me wonder, why do you think Oberyn never married Ellaria in canon? I've seen someone speculate it was because she was too lowborn, but I'm not sure if Oberyn is someone who would be held back by that considering how much of his life was unconventional. I would love to hear your take. Thank you!
Hi! Thank you so much for your question — I’m glad my work could inspire that kind of thought for you!
Before I get into what my take on Oberyn and Ellaria’s relationship is, I’d like to issue a disclaimer: I know very little about the Martells as it relates to the ASOIAF books. My exposure to them is almost exclusively through the Games of Thrones show and what I’ve read in summaries and articles about them, so I’m well aware that my understanding of their position within Dorne, Westeros, and their own families as a whole is most likely missing key information. This take is most likely going to lack the appropriate amount of nuance, and be mostly based in feeling rather than fact, so I highly recommend checking out @sunontherhoyne for a more in-depth examination of the Martells’ lives and legacies!
That being said: if we’re talking my own personal take on why Oberyn didn’t marry Ellaria….it’s complicated. It’s not out of any lack of love for her, nor is it someone else forcing outside pressure onto him. Personally, I think it’s genuinely just a casualty of the rampant misogyny present in ASOIAF as a whole — the same reason Elia was a victim of rape and murder, the same reason the Sand Snakes are brutally eliminated. GRRM does not care for his female characters, particularly women of color. They have little value to him — yes, even characters like Sansa or Aria. My guess is that he didn’t think it really mattered whether Ellaria was anything more than Oberyn’s lover, and it reads as more salacious if they had daughters out of wedlock, so he just left it.
But if we’re talking specifically in canon, typical fantasy misogyny aside? I think part of it, ultimately, is the fact that, no matter what way you spin it, Ellaria is illegitimate. While her father is head of House Uller, that doesn’t mean anything, and to marry her would be to cause uproar in Dorne, and spark rumors everywhere else. (And the man already has enough of those floating around him as it is, with his lifestyle.) Oberyn doesn’t care for his convention, but he also doesn’t care so little for his family and for Dorne that he’d be willing to send the entire monarchy into chaos. While Oberyn is not Dorne’s ruler, he cares for Doran, who is. He clearly has respect for convention and order, even though he may not respect those who make the orders. And while Dorne is suggested to be a lot more liberal in its culture than the other regions of Westeros — and that’s a whole other can of worms I’m not going to get into — this is still a medieval-inspired fantasy world. Illegitimacy is a running theme through the ASOIAF books, from what little I’ve gathered. (See: Jon Snow.)
And I think, to some extent, everyone in ASOIAF is ruled by those kinds of conventions and constructs, because it’s what they know. To them, the idea of not being able to marry because of a difference in status is just how things are. That does not stop Oberyn from loving Ellaria with everything in him, nor does it stop him giving her privileges usually given to a wife, but it is the law of the land, and a law that Oberyn doesn’t have the power to change. It’s not dissimilar to England’s King George VIII abdicating to be with Wallace Simpson — to marry a non-royal, particularly an illegitimate child, would mean stepping away from all his royal duties and leaving himself, Ellaria, and his daughters all defenseless. And with Doran as frail as he is — which is why Oberyn ends up in Cersei’s court in the first place, as a Royal ambassador — forsaking his royal status when he can just as easily be Ellaria’s husband in all but name feels a foolish choice, even for him.
Oberyn Martell is not as reckless and swashbuckling as people make him out to be. He is noble, and has a flair for the dramatic, and at his end was blinded by rage and emotion, but he is not a stupid man. Not to say that any of that is what you implied with your question at all, but I get the distinct impression that most fans of Oberyn specifically — not ASOIAF in general — think he’s some kind of sex-crazed, Byronic hero who openly gives the finger to everyone and everything that displeases him. He is cunning, and in every step of the way uses the systems placed before him to his advantage. With the complex web of the monarchy presented to him, and the already complex lineage of his daughters, whatever advantages being married to Ellaria might offer clearly do not outweigh the disadvantages for him.
And who’s to say Oberyn really even needs a wife? Dorne is a matriarchy. His brother is on the throne, Arianne is next in line, not him. So, I think, in a way, you’re right — Oberyn and Ellaria live enough of an unconventional life that they see no reason to bother. With all the red tape surrounding it, a wedding is just a formality Oberyn most likely has no desire to bother with, when he can provide all the love and support Ellaria could ever need or want just the way he is now. They know that they love each other, and that’s good enough for them.
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Username change:
Books-laughter-love to JeyneArrynOfTheVale
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Please reblog if you can, sorry if I didn’t tag anyone, I tried to do a lot and I want to make sure everyone knows.
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I know that the book fanon use valyrianscrolls as their tag in order to filter out posts and items from the show canon and I think the same should be done for the Dorne fandom.
The #eliadeservesbetter tag is filled with stories that don’t give her, it stills gives her her canon fate, or make her complicit in her own humiliation and the bastardization of her children.
I’m not the only one who agrees a new tag should be put in place in order to filter through the tags not just on here but also on ao3. Obviously I think the EMDB tag should still be used (as this post won’t be universal) but those of us who are active on tumblr and ao3 will know what the new tag means.
I know where is an Elia-Centric tag but there are some amazing works such as those from @sunontherhoyne that doesn’t center on Elia so I don’t want the tag just to be exclusive to Elia but inclusive to Dorne as a whole. This way we know when we see this tag, we know the Dornish characters centered in it won’t be killed off or used as stepping stools for others.
Any ideas for a new tag name?
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She was the daughter of the Storm, and not dragon or bastard would touch her or her kingdom. Argella Durrandon had the storm in her soul and she wanted revenge.
To @sunontherhoyne
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tagged by @blackfvre thank you 💕💕
last song: delilah by florence and the machine
last film: the death of stalin... i think, it’s been a while
currently reading: rereading both agot and asos lol, and also reading wolf hall
currently watching: rewatching shadow and bone with my mother!
currently craving: tiramisu
tagging: @daensarights @weirwoodking @rhaemartell @sunontherhoyne @lynesse-hightower and anyone who wants to do it <3
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@sunontherhoyne It’s a sequel to a fic I wrote a while ago where Rhaenys grew up as a hostage in King’s Landing. She wound up becoming queen more or less by default after the Lannisters were overthrown/Renly and Stannis ruined each other’s causes by being too busy fighting each other/the Starks and the Martells found common ground in really hating the Lannisters, given that everyone was tired of war and there wasn’t really a better candidate.
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Omera for the ask meme 😇
How I feel about this character
Omera is a wonderful kind and strong lady and I wish Din had brought her along on his adventures instead of C*ra D*ne
All the people I ship romantically with this character
Din/Omera for sure! I also adore the crack pairing Cobb/Omera cuz I feel like they’d do well together
My non-romantic OTP for this character
Let Fennec and Omera go on a fun girls’ night adventure!
My unpopular opinion about this character
People would’ve liked her more if she was white I’m just saying
One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.
LET DIN RETURN TO OMERA, RAISE THEIR KIDDOS TOGETHER AND SIP SPOTCHKA ON HER PORCH
Thank you for asking!
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Thanks to that one post you made, I now kind of want to see a Summerhall 2.0 where Rhaenys just goes apeshit on her glorified sperm donor for trying to sacrifice her or her siblings or aunt or uncle.
I am actually so close to giving in and writing it as a oneshot but I need to rewatch the original movie first.
Also yeah rhaenys aren't you tired of being nice? Don't you just wanna go apeshit
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1, 8, and 12 for the asks!
1.If you could hit any character without repercussions, who would it be
Answered on a previous one and will double down - Tywin
8. Do you prefer happy, bittersweet or sad endings?
Bittersweet womp womp
12. If you could change one ending to a book/show/game/etc, what would you change about it?
Maybe The Sound of Music - instead of escaping into the mountains, they take out the Nazis via song and dance with a dazzling Sister-Act style show
(So maybe I do like happy endings)
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Tagged by @nanso
WIP Game
Rules: post a line from your WIP and tag as many people as words in the line.
The Dornish conduct themselves differently than Stormlanders.
Tagging: @starboundheartao3 @sunontherhoyne @tweedstoat @angryhausfrau-writes @jeckiewindzzor and anyone else who wants to, I... think most people I’d tag have been tagged
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