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atopvisenyashill · 2 months
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Harwin being sent by his liege lord on what was always meant to be a quick if difficult task, just stop the Mountain from reaving on the King's justice, that turns into this nightmare of a life where he spends years away from home, away from civilization, away from safety and stability and sanity, to watch everyone die around him, to watch magic he barely understands bring the man he's sworn to serve back to life again and again, because there's nothing else to do but keep fighting and hope you're making a difference and not fucking everything up and making it worse-
and then Arya shows up and she's just as precocious and wild and underfoot as she's always been, and she's alive and mostly safe and traumatized sure but she's in one piece, she's fared not that badly compared to some of the little girls he's seen, and I imagine it felt like a small miracle to have her there, just for a moment, proof that he can do what he was tasked with and keep people safe BUT
then Arya escapes and barely any time later, he's coming across Catelyn's naked, water logged body on the Trident and there's a direwolf guarding the body so it's not nibbled on that leaves the moment it hears them coming, and he's begging Thoros to bring her back, bring his liege's lady back, bring Arya's poor mother back, but all he can do is cry and watch as Beric kneels besides her, kisses her awake like something out of a fairy tale, then falls to the side, dead at last, as something much worse that wears Catelyn's face rises in his place. What can Harwin do?
He continues to serve.
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Hi !! Could you maybe draw how you imagine Arya's reunion with Nymeria in the books ?
I love your art so much !
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Lady Stoneheart, Lem Lemoncloak, Thoros of Myr, Tom of Sevenstreams, Harwin, Gendry, Arya, Nymeria and her pack!
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This question is very old lol. When I started drawing this I had a quieter and fun scene in mind, then I started adding characters and I got lost. And I've spent way too long arguing with the color palette of this thing. I give up. I hope you like it as it is.
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vrshxw · 3 months
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Vengeance.
Sandor Clegane x fem!Martell!OC
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Fucking a stranger while being held prisoner by the Brotherhood Without Banners wasn't Adora Martell's brightest idea.
warnings: sexual content (piv), slight!irrelevant!bondage
word count: 1.2k
A/N:!this is only the first chapter of my ongoing fanfic on wattpad (vrshxw), so for additional content check it there!
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The small ray of sun that glistened through the cracks of the wooden caravan was the only thing that kept her sane. It was a hope, a reminder of the freedom she had and could reclaim.
The time spent locked away was measured by the strained, drunk voices of the Brotherhood, mainly Thoros'. As long as the sun was still shining he was chirping and groaning and humming. A not so foreign want to smash her head against the filthy wood of the caravan crept in again and again until he went to sleep. But even then, the bastard will start moaning and bluffing.
Adora could only wait patiently and enjoy some of the only moments of silence she'll get until the thieves finished their meal. She only ate during supper, enough to survive and be able to sleep without having a growling stomach and the Brotherhood quickly realised that after some failed attempts to shove food up her throat, thinking she'd starve herself.
The small door suddenly opened, pulling her out of thought. A couple of hysterical laughs were loudly audible, as she heard them throwing some other cursed soul in. "We have found you a friend, princess!" The archer's comment brought an even scowl to her figures.
And then, it was dark a quiet again. The new companion was silent as fuck, not even moving from the place in which the thieves put him. Adora cleared her throat, trying to get some reaction out of him. A man it seemed he was, a voluminous man, by the struggle of the Brotherhood to get him in. What kind of man his size let some cunts like them to capture him? She was dying to get the bag off her head and see him. The tight ropes around her and the smelly bag on her head that caused more grease to appear in her hair were the aftermath of a failed attempt of escaping. Damn the archer! If it wasn't for him she'd be far already. But no, he had to fire his arrow right into her already too weakened calf. The wound was long forgotten, one of their pathetic excuse of a healer made sure to add some salve on and bind it with rags. That was several weeks ago, months maybe, she was sure it was healed, however she couldn't test it due to the bindings around her.
She cleared her throat again, louder this time, bored by the man's quiet nature. After some minutes of listening to his even breath that reeked of cheap ale, Adora finally realised that he was unconscious. She huffed loudly, the first sound she let out for some good days.
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Was it a couple of hours? Or just mare minutes? The dornish princess couldn't say. The man finally moved, letting out a hoarse groan.
He attempted to move, and only after he tried he realised that there were ropes that bound his whole body tightly.
A bitter voice laughed at him.
His eyes travelled in the dark of the caravan to catch the glimpse of the figure of a woman. Her binds were matching his, however she had a bag over her head, that prevented her from seeing his face.
The man's gaze continued to scan his surroundings, only finding unknown, the small ray of sun on the roof that allowed the smallest amount of light in showing him just that.
"Lost?" The woman's mocking voice stopped his gazing around. It was almost like her stare could burn through the bag on her head, allowing her to see every one of his chaotic moves, that ideed signaled that he was confused.
"Who the fuck are you?" He asked, thankful she couldn't see the look on his face, because if she did she would've seen a perplexed idiot.
He could feel the woman's smirk under her bag. "Someone not very differed from yourself"
The man let out a sound that could be classified as a laugh, even though it was more like a sneer. "I doubt that"
Her nostrils flared "You might be right actually, I could never stink the way you do"
He scoffed at her response, yet finding it quite appealing. He was need of a bath indeed. He could tell the woman also haven't got the chance to bathe in a while, but it was clearly not as bad as in his case.
"You don't know what I'd give for a bath" He grumbled, now paying a precise attention to the smell of his sweat.
"And perhaps a maiden or two to massage your shoulders as you do so, I take it?" She rose a brow inside the dullnes of her bag, her tone obvious, familiar to the nature of men.
"I might make you to do so, you seem quite content with it" He straightened his posture, stretching his tired bones.
She let out a 'hmph', tilting her head. "Well, I am quite entertaining"
The corner of his lip twitched. "Bet you are." For the first time he took his time to check her out and analyse every inch of her.
Feeling his deep stare, she crawled closer to him as fast as she could due to the ropes. She stopped next to him, bringing her chest forward. He somehow twisted is hand in the bindings and made a move to grip her arse.
She let out a faint chuckle, understating he had the same desires-no, desperations as her.
It was plain that neither of them had the chance to fulfil their needs. He took advantage of the fact that she wasn't able to see his face. She might be the only woman who fucked him wiggly, except the older whores that would fuck any man without remorse, but still they were paid whores and she was a willing woman for all he knew.
She ended up in his lap, undoing her breeches as his hands were tied behid his back unable to move, leaving all the word to be done by her.
Both of them groaned feeling her grind against him before succeeding to slip inside her with an even guttural moan. Her shoulders were pressed against his armoured chest, leaning on it to help herself ride him with the lack of balance the ropes around her legs gave her.
Adora found herself letting sounds loud enough for the members of the Brotherhood outside to hear them, the rough slapping of her bottom on him, along with his groans there and there. A faint headache would root at the level of her head from all the noise she was doing, as she felt herself tightening around him, but it was good, not only because she was close to her peak, but because it felt like revenge, like those thieves outside were paying for it with their ears falling off and unsuccessful curses.
And she continued to do so, until she, herself was tired of the vengeful sounds she was making.
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wpmorse · 2 months
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Petyr Pimple was hanging from the limb of an oak, a noose tight around his long thin neck. His eyes bulged from a black face, staring down at Merrett accusingly. You came too late, they seemed to say. But he hadn't. He hadn't! He had come when they told him. "You killed him," he croaked.
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Merrett discovers, to his horror, that the Brotherhood has hanged Petyr Pimple.
I had a few false starts on the composition here before I finally chose to have Merrett looking up at Petyr Pimple. My only problem with it is that, despite the fact he's hanging from a tree, I'm not sure it looks like Petyr is dead. (Not to mention, I was so focused on the hanging part I left Petyr Pimple's face remarkably unblemished. )
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pixiecactus · 2 months
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pretty much a self indulgent post for my fic but i'm going to have to take something like a little summer vacation and i don't think that the place where i'm going has internet connection or wifi available so maybe i will spend my time writing so this is me trying my best to put my ideas down in a place that's pseudo tangible, any grammatical errors are due to the fact that english is not my first language and i read the books in my mothertongue back in 2014 so details are a little fuzzy
pretty much obvious but there's not lady stoneheart, mother merciless, the hangwomen, etc. whatever name she was known.
i can pretty much picture that harwin tried to beg to beric for her life, like in the books but i think that arya even in the catatonic and traumatic state that she is put her foot down saying something "let her reunite with my father please" and "can we give her a tully funeral (?)" not really sure if that type of funeral is tully tradition only or if this is something that the riverlands noble houses all do ((i have to look that up))" of course that the bwb complies with arya's wishes
that leads me to: okay the details are really fuzzy in this part i will have to pick my copy of asos up, but yeah the hound kidnaps arya exactly like the book i'm not sure if i will have her recover needle, i want her to have jon's smile back but at the same time i want her to try to heal in a less violent way
i remember that back in agot after the joffrey-arya debacle, arya escaped and survived in the riverlands wilderness for four days i think so i want to recreate this again since we had been show that arya is capable of surviving so my plan is for arya try to work the red wedding chaos in her favor and there escape the hound
we know that in canon the bwb got to the twins a few days later then the hound and arya so there's when i want to arya to reunite with them, and there comes point two
i know that is more reasonable for arya to be send to acorn hall, but this just a idea for a fanfic so for my own plot reasons the bwb decides to leave arya in the inn at the crossroads with the heddle sisters
i will have to research this too, since i know that the inn wasn't in good state when arya and the hound killed polliver, so i will have to work the pipeline: from the inn that we saw polliver and the tickler at to an orphan refugee housing
correct me if i'm wrong but i remember reading in one of arya's chapters with the hound after the rw about how she could sleep for days if the hound didn't abuse her and make her wake up to continue their trip so i will take the liberty of having arya behaving in like a comatose state after they leave her at the inn, girl had a breaking point about dealing with grief and she does not how to pick the pieces
that leads me to: gendry, gendry, gendry. he's officially part of the bwb and i don't think that he regrets the decision, to be honest i don't even think he regrets the decision in canon either, sure he's angsty and pretty much heartbroken but he lost his best friend, pretty much the only person that showed that she cared for him. i think that losing arya is that breaking point in which he realizes that maybe he feels something more strong that friendship for arya, of course, gendry is class conscious and knows that that a lowborn bastard loving a highborn lady could only end badly. but here almost losing arya really did a number on him
so when the bwb discusses leaving arya at the crossroads to recover (meanwhile they try to come with a plan to what to do with her) gendry insists that he's left there too. he tells himself that he will go back to the brotherhood after arya stops being catatonic and starts to resamble the arya he once knew ((can you tell that boy is pretty much lying to himself))
since lady stoneheart never came to be, anguy and edric dayne are still a part of the brotherhood
in a majority of the arya stays with the bwb aus i have read, they make jeyne or even willow as a romantic rival, and it's my personal opinion and personal opinion only but i hate that. so here we will have jeyne-anguy in a casual relationship that willow absolutely hates because in her own words: "he's pretty much stupid if he doesn't want to marry you, jeyne"
the heddles adopt arya as a third sister, they love her as much as arya loves them. jeyne loves to have a little sister that let her comb her hair (willow does not like having her hair touched, thank you very much) and willow loves having a sister that is lot like her and someone who she can talk about how stupid boys are, anguy most of all, and arya finally gets sisterly love!!!
arya tries her hardest to avoid gendry, she thinks that he's only in the inn to keep an eye on her and report back to the brotherhood besides she still thinks that gendry never wanted to be her friend. nonetheless everytime that arya offers herself to go hunting food, gendry does it best to follow her even if they don't talk much anymore
since anguy and lord edric are the youngest in the bwb, they are the ones send to the crossroads the most to help protect the inn or to send rations, much to gendry's chagrin, he certainly does not care about anguy trying his best to romance jeyne but he has a big problem with that highborn coming here to talk to the only other highborn at the inn. it doesn't help that edric dayne avoids him as much as arya likes to do herself.
when the news of fake!arya marrying the bastard of bolton reach the brotherhood, lord beric personally visits arya, at first arya thinks that the bwb is going to sell her to ramsay bolton and she wants to fight it instead what she gets is lord beric dondarrion telling her that is more safe for her to ever forget that she was a highborn in the first place, and that if she wants she can live as a lowborn as freely as she wants
the heddles run the inn during the day, arya a little afraid to be recognized still, decides that's better for her to work cleaning the inn at night hours
anguy always invites gendry to come back with them, at least to visit the peach again, gendry gets red as a crabapple and wants to kill him everytime he opens his mouth
demisexual! gendry, as an aspec myself i can pretty much say that gendry is really demi-coded
ages: anguy 26 - jeyne 23 - gendry 18 - edric 17 - arya 16 - willow 15
that's pretty much all i currently have
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amuelia · 2 years
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Greenbeard said, "Here's the wizard, skinny squirrel. You'll get your answers now." He pointed toward the fire, where Tom Sevenstrings stood talking to a tall thin man with oddments of old armor buckled on over his ratty pink robes. That can't be Thoros of Myr. Arya remembered the red priest as fat, with a smooth face and a shiny bald head. This man had a droopy face and a full head of shaggy grey hair. - Arya VI, aSoS
Dondarrion? Beric Dondarrion had been handsome; Sansa's friend Jeyne had fallen in love with him. Even Jeyne Poole was not so blind as to think this man was fair. Yet when Arya looked at him again, she saw it; the remains of a forked purple lightning bolt on the cracked enamel of his breastplate. - Arya VI, aSoS
Beric Dondarrion and Thoros of Myr, before and after
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befooremoonrisee · 1 year
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a new dynamic i would love seeing in twow is thoros of myr and mel. thoros never had faith, but he performs miracles greater than those of mel. his magic is much more powerful and bloodless. he doesn't sacrifice people and yet he can resurrect them. the self-doubt of mel, her angst. that would be amazing.
how would stannis react to his brother's drunken red priest being more powerful than mel? how would he react to gendry? how would the starklings and noble lords to harwin, the only not villian northman we know of who changed his alliance (not anymore since now his leader is cat, but how would they react to him trying to get a ransom for arya, ned's girl?)
and the most inportant one, how would lsh react to jon? he is ned's last son, the image of his "father". he is the only thing that she believes is left of her family. would she hate him? would she show him love for the first time? would she gave him his brother's crown? would she gave her life to resurrect him?
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fandomfreakout · 4 months
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"Like watching a feral cat." Anguy remarked, his face stretching into a wide grin. Arya nearly launched herself at the archer, but Gendry was still behind her, and he tightened his grip ever so slightly on her elbow. Not enough to hurt (Arya knew Gendry would never hurt her), but enough to remind her he was still there, holding onto her. Holding her back.
"What exactly did you hope to do?" Gendry's sharp tone reverberated in her ear, as close as he was standing, but her attention remained fixed on the Hound's ugly face.
"Kill him." Arya spat, her glare unwavering. Gendry sighed loudly, a puff of air tickling the hairs at her nape.
One of Thoros's men dragged the Hound back to his feet with a chuckle.
"Hear that, Clegane? We might not have a trial after all, if the little girl gets to you first."
Arya's eyes darted to the man, her face scrunched in disbelief.
"Trial?"
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allovesthings · 1 year
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I know a lot of the fandom get annoyed by Arya's first travelling chapters in a storm of swords but her chapters with the brotherhood really are one of my favorite.
She is finally somewhat safe with adults who don't want to hurt her and who, while they are trying to ransom her, are actually treating her like a kid whose need are taken care of (as much as they can in the burning Riverlands) and who are sympathetic to her trauma in a way that no one else are (because no one else really knows). Also Harwin calling her Arya Underfoot again makes me emotional (and we were robbed of that scene).
I will forever be bitter about the way they portrayed that part of the story in got.
Arya hasn't has that since a game of throne, clash of kings (which has my favorite Arya chapter to be fair) is harrowing to read. It's horrifying.
On the other hand, because her time with Hound was longer in the show, everyone seems to love theirs duo, but after reading it, The Hound treats her terribly before the red wedding and then, after they are both just there with each other.
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gendrie · 1 year
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“As m’lady commands.”
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fortunate-hal · 2 years
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At once Lord Beric closed, his downcut screaming through the air trailing pennons of fire. Panting from exertion, Clegane jerked his shield up over his head just in time, and the cave rang with the loud crack of splintering oak.
Beric Dondarrion dueling Sandor Clegane as illustrated by Charles Vess in the Subterranean Press edition of A Storm of Swords      
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rosaluxembae · 1 year
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I think people interpret any criticism or questioning of Daenerys in Slaver's Bay, either in terms of reader interpretation or authorial narrative, as a kind of lack of revolutionary commitment but it's worth noting that what she's doing isn't revolution; it's Liberal Interventionism. Sure she's genuinely idealistic and acting in good faith unlike real world Liberal Interventionists but at the end of the day she's a foreigner (the Westerosi, Valyrian and Dothraki aspects all give it a slightly different character but regardless) coming in to change things from above. Plus she's ultimately using it to build her own power to take back the Iron Throne. I think the criticism of Daenerys (and especially the "mother" scene) as a white saviour is overblown but not entirely unjustified and to a certain extent even a textual theme.
On the other hand, The Brotherhood Without Banners descending into common banditry (according to Thoros) within months of Dondarrion giving his life to resurrect Catelyn is genuinely a cynical and anti-revolutionary thematic arc.
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laurellerual · 3 months
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Sometimes I find comments out there that go like "Arya would never let herself be kidnapped"...
Have we read the same books? Arya is kidnapped! More than once!
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Beric Dondarrion by Gianluca Maconi
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wpmorse · 1 year
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A mummer tree, Arya thought as she watched them dangle, their pale skins painted a sullen red by the flames of the burning septry.
Arya VII -pg 533
Arya watches the Brotherhood hang the Brave Companions in a mummer tree. Looking back on this, I find this very reminiscent of what Jamie and Brienne see on their trip down the trident.
Despite the subject matter, I'm pleased with how this came out. The only problem with it is my recurring inability to do convincing smoke in this format.
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