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direwolfrules · 5 months

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The Weirwood Queen Memes Part 7: I’m running out of quippy titles, much like how the Eyrie ran out of food

Spoilers for The Weirwood Queen series by @redwolf17. Go check it out, if I’ve made seven meme posts about a fanfic then it’s probably good. Unless you like show-based bashing fics. This is a book-based fic with no bashing (the Cersei stuff isn’t bashing, it’s just in character).

Part 6

Part 5 - has links to all previous parts, I’m too lazy to link all of them again.

Master Post

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porplemuffin · 10 months

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TWQ memes.... Because nothing else cleanses the soul. (Part 1/?)

Spoilers!

@redwolf17

#the weirwood queen #asoiaf #memes image #sansa stark

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julio-claudian-saberface · 9 months

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Dany: Go to Volantis, kill Euron, and also save Rhaegal.

Irri and Olyvar: We recognize that the queen has an expectation, but given that it's a stupid-ass expectation, we've elected to ignore it.

#asoiaf #fictalk #the weirwood queen #incorrect quotes #memes

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redwolf17 · 1 year

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The Weirwood Queen: meme edition 😂

#the weirwood queen #asoiaf fic

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imaginarianisms · 4 months

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thinking about the Starks and the northmen doing sacred ceremonies, songs and dances with their dancers in their regalia representing their houses to drive the Others away & using these gatherings to socialize, arrange marriages at times, eat, dance, sing & honor their culture before the andals, rhoynar & valyrians. it can be either private or public, inside or outside ( & usually when it is outside, it's in the presence of the weirwoods ) & their dancers can compete for prizes & this usually takes months if not a year to prepare & this can last for a day until an entire week. i can definitely see this happening with important events like the king of westeros arriving to winterfell, for example, or in Daenerys Targaryen's case, the queen of westeros, or the birth of a prince or princess, like in the case of the Stark children, too.

Sansa sticks out with her beautiful red hair and blue eyes all dressed in regalia and dancing to represent her culture. Arya envies her, being able to dance effortless in both the Northern style and the Southern style. Robb and Jon vibe and Theon is there like that one standing man meme not knowing what tf he's supposed to do. Before he became disabled, Bran would eagerly dance and follow the older male dancers and Rickon joined him. The direwolves keep close watch over their companions, Ghost standing out. Old Nan tells stories of the Others and any stories people would like to hear as the word of an elder is highly sacred. The Old Gods watch onward. Sansa misses those days.

#out of the galaxy. || ooc.#listen let my n.ative ass be At Peace™

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firesign23 · 1 year

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First Lines!

@kiraziwrites and @floating-in-the-blue both tagged me "recently" (I am very bad at finishing posts in a timely manner) in the first lines meme!

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway

The Code of the Lannisters - Game of Thrones, Jaime/Brienne, 5.7K

It began, as far too many disasters did, with the arrival of An Aunt. In this case with the indomitable termagant that was Aunt Genna Frey, née Lannister, who arrived at Jaime’s King’s Landing townhouse for their luncheon in a tizzy and an enormous fur coat.

(Technically the next is a set of drabbles from the MFMM Flashfic challenge, but there's no 'first lines' in those really)

Outback - Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries, Mac/Rosie, 500 words

Nobody in Melbourne is quite indelicate enough to ask why Rosie Sanderson has moved into the small house near the university, or why she shares it with a doctor who lectures there.

the road back home again - Game of Thrones, Jaime/Brienne, 27K

The Longclaw Tavern hadn’t changed. The same sawdust floors, the same shitty beer and the shelf of high quality whiskey thick with dust. Beside the bar mirror was a faded sign advertising the sourtoe cocktail, ‘the first and only in Westeros’. Jaime swilled his beer around his mouth, studied the weirwood bar heavy with water stains and pockmarks from decades of visitors to the tavern where the wilderness began.

Undisclosed Desires - Game of Thrones, Jaime/Addam/Brienne, 3.7K

She meets Addam over a sickbed. King's Landing is halfway to rubble when she arrives, and Jaime is halfway to death, and there's a man she's never met standing guard over them both.

These Foolish Things - Game of Thrones, Jaime/Brienne, 5.5K

Gravel crunches under the wheels of the phaeton as Jaime turns up the long driveway that leads to Baratheon Hall. Thick trees and red sunset skies give the journey the sense of another world, far removed from the bustle of King’s Landing, the march of progress. Old gas lamps spot the long length of the drive—to use electric would be crude, Cersei insists, but Jaime suspects she enjoys the power of sending them to be lit and extinguished at her will, the power to make Robert’s late night returns as difficult as possible in his drunken state.

come in, she said (i'll give you shelter from the storm) - Game of Thrones, Jaime/Brienne, 1.7K

There is much to do in the rebuilding of Winterfell, the buildings and its people both, and the war to the south still lingers; the Dragon Queen wishes to mobilise her forces and Lady Sansa does not, and it feels hours are wasted every day by their barbed insults and verbal clashes, a subtler warfare than swords and maces but just as deadly. It is that and only that which makes the people look warily out the windows as dusk falls far too early, as the wind begin to blow, bringing with it a driving snow that makes every moving shadow beyond Winterfell’s walls too reminiscent of— It is only the unease of the unknown, that is all. Still, when Brienne returns late to her quarters to find a supper of soup and fresh bread warming over the fire and Jaime in her bed…. Sometimes she is not certain that she did not die after all, and this is her reward.

we shall go into the land (so our children can always hold us) - Wheel of Time, Lan/Nynaeve, 1.3K

Fal Dara is nothing like the Two Rivers. Even now, late into the night with the moon high, there are torches hung on every wall, leaving fewer shadows to hide in; no one in Emond’s Field would think of such a thing, but here… Here, what were children’s tales to her are a way of life, monstrous and magical and mundane all at once.

what strange lullaby is this (that sings from its wound) - Game of Thrones, Brienne-centric, 16.3K

Six moons after the North is granted its independence, its Queen marries a young man from a House of no real repute. But he is young and his family loyal, and on the night of their wedding feast he does not object to the Queen’s silent shadow cloaked in blue armour. The North will not hold with southern wedding customs—there is no disrobing of the bride, no vicious hands or cheering spectators. Only a husband, a Queen, and the woman sworn to protect her.

the fixed foot - Game of Thrones, Jaime/Brienne, 500 words

Though it is summer, there is a chill in the night air that drives Brienne to sit before the fire in the Evenstar’s rooms. Her rooms. It still feels half a dream, the title; a life she had imagined abandoned when she had sailed from the island and had fallen upon her when she had not expected it. She is grateful that she need not bear it alone, for Jaime had followed her south and then into a sept, declaring what she had long known: she was his and he was hers, and together they would face the challenges to come.

and if tomorrow it's all over, at least we had it for a moment - Game of Thrones, Jaime/Brienne, 12.8K

Fuck loyalty. She stands there, glorious in her fury, stalwart in her declaration. Fuck loyalty. Like it is a simple request, like his loyalty is not the only virtue he has left. He might fuck his sister and try to kill a boy, he might kill a king to stop him from using wildfire and stand by when a queen does. He might be callous and sharp and rude, but he is loyal. And it means nothing to her, angry and righteous as she is, and worse still it reminds him that it is only a virtue if he is loyal to those who deserve it.

I have absolutely zero idea who has done this, so tagging @aurora-australis-tumbles @glamorouspixels @serhumfreysbrokencollarbone @samirant @scoundrels-in-love @luthienebonyx @it-may-be-dull-but-im-determined @catherineflowers29 @ladym-rules @deadhuntress

#ask meme #kinda #my fanfic

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istaricelebelasse · 4 years

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@nocheiraia asked:

For your Winter's Queen WIP

4) What came first, the title or the plot?

The plot, absolutely. I usually come up with a title maybe ten seconds before I post it? Especially with the Winter’s Queen fics as well though, plot came first.

11) How do you structure your plot?

So I do sort of a bullet point list to start off with, to decide the bare bones of the plot; and then when it comes to writing I do a couple of bullet points under each chapter title for what I want it to contain.

And sometimes certain characters muck this up like Willas Tyrell wanting to go to Winterfell

19) Do you know how your story ends before you start writing?

Most of the time yes. With the Winter’s Queen I knew exactly how A Crown of Iron and A Circlet of Weirwood would end, A Wreath of Fire though? That one is a little more open ended (although I have a vague idea of where I want the characters to be)

And in general:

23) What’s more important: characters or plot?

Characters. Absolutely characters, it’s one of the reasons why I have so many one shots were not a lot actually happens plot wise.

Thank you for asking 💕

#ask meme #the winters queen #a crown of iron #a circlet of weirwood #a wreath of fire

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hoaryoldbitch · 4 years

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First Line Meme

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (or however many you have altogether. WIPs count.) See if there are any patterns. Then, tag your favourite authors.

tune as old as song

Sansa desperately needs a bath, but for now, she can't let Jon out of the room and out of her sight, and she doesn't wish to leave him alone there for too long either.

Wulvanferske

Jon had known something was off the moment he set foot in the village.

certain as the sun

Sansa hates Castle Black.

just a little change

Jon was agitated, slightly panicked even as Sansa tried to leave his room, so she decided to stay with him.

ooh I need you like a heart needs a beat, but it's nothing new

Sansa looked like a true queen as she sat down on her weirwood throne and accepted her crown.

tale as old as time, song as old as rhyme

Sansa is exhausted, the endless snow surrounding them and drifting down from the skies making her numb, and even Brienne is nodding off in the saddle, but when white flashes against white, she jerks upright, immediately alert again.

your innocence is mine

Sansa is so soft and pliant in his arms, sighing his name and running her fingers through his curls as she presses her body closer to his, her lips searching hungrily for more kisses.

spicy & sweet

Harrold Hardyng was a prick, an asswipe, possibly the poorest excuse for a human being Jon had ever seen, and to top it all off, he was the son of a bitch who had cheated on the most amazing and beautiful girl in the world.

a warm welcome

Petyr has heard rumours about what happened in Winterfell, whispers that the Boltons are dead and that the North has a Queen now.

with the end of the world glaring at us

"They're here," Bran said flatly, and Sansa's eyes snapped open.

dark nights, hidden corners, stolen kisses

The first time she'd kissed him was when she'd gone to his chambers to comfort him after Bran had told him who he truly was.

and my heart is a hollow plain

Sansa had known what he was the moment he had first smiled at her.

she took my heart, i think she took my soul

The first time Jon had entered this club, it had been by accident.

the queen of winter and her cursed lover

They say the first Queen of Winter was a formidable woman, forged in pain and tempered in grief.

a true knight, to steal me, to sweep me off my feet

Alayne apologized when the Lord Commander caught her crying in the barren Godswood.

sizzle

They're set to arrive in King's Landing on the morrow, and the plan is to break up camp at first light.

want me to love you in moderation? well don't you know, i wish i could

Val had learned that some things died softly, they bled out slowly, leaving you numb and vaguely dissatisfied, but it barely hurt at all.

Two to Devour, One to be Queen

Relief. That's the feeling that courses through her body when she hears the news.

Can’t Sleep

"I'm sorry, Sansa." Arya shrugged. "I was sure the website said there were two rooms with one double bed and two with two single beds." She tapped her chin, frowning. "Or wait, was it three with-

Z Stands for Zokla, or alternatively titled, Jon's Wolf Bits

Sansa stared at herself in the mirror.

tagging @fedonciadale, @jonskory, @vivilove-jonsa, @charmtion, @amymel86, and anyone else who wants to do this!

#first sentence meme #jonsa #my writing

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harrenhollaback · 4 years

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arya-centric asks i actually wanna know about you 🗡✨

what are your favorite parts of arya’s story?

what about arya resonates with you/inspires you the most?

which great house would you be in? no judgement, we can’t all be hardass starks

which twist in the show/books hit you the hardest?

rank the starks and explain yourself, you monster

rank arya’s dads: syrio, yoren, the hound, ned, whoever else

what’s an arya quote that you like and why?

favorite arya costume?

ideal endings for the starklings in the books? .

tattoo flash sheet: wolf, fish, sword, flowers, acorn, weirwood tree, snowflake, mask. what are you getting where and why?

how would you have spent arya’s 3 names in harrenhal?

if you didn’t read the books, how’d you learn about lady stoneheart?

if you didn’t read the books, how’d you learn about what happened to ned’s dad and brother in the rebellion?

while arya’s on the run with gendry and hot pie in the books, she plucks an apple from a tree of hanging bodies and eats it “worms and all.” do you have it in you to eat a worms apple?

your ideal king and/or queen in the north. bonus: cast their council

you’re a legendary westerosi hero, what’s your signature weapon?

here are your options: communicating with spirits via weirwoods, warging into animals, expert combat skills, shapeshifting, lie detection. which one power would you have and why?

from royalty to council seat to tradesperson, bard, mummer, fighter, you get what i mean. what station in westeros would you occupy?

you get to blow the mind of a wandering medieval person. what from our world would you show them? .

favorite arya x gendry moment?

favorite/underrated friendships for arya? for gendry?

top wlw ships for arya?

top mlm ships for gendry?

name three songs that you think fit arya, gendry, and/or the two of them together

ideal ending for arya / gendry / hot pie in the books? .

who did you watch the show with, if anybody? any good watch party memories?

before we got what we got, how did you want the show to end?

what book things do you wish we would’ve gotten in the show?

make out with the red god. what character would you resurrect?

how did you want cersei to go down?

pass out these emmys: best actor+actress, best supporting actor+actress, best uncategorized mvp. bonus: name a performance moment that earned it. .

unpopular asoiaf/got opinion(s)?

recommend an underrated fanfic!

recommend a fanartist!

recommend any fan work that you like! (fic, vid, gifset, art, meme, meta, playlist, edit, shitpost, whatever!)

#sending asks is my love language rb so i can send u lav #arya stark #gendrya #i esp need to know 12 and 13 for ppl #👁 👁

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jonryaweek · 4 years

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There’s 10 weeks until Jonrya Week!

Again here are the themes and more about what they could entail...

Saturday 25th January - Creatures

Have you imagined Jon as a dragon rider? Arya getting the chance to ride a dragon? Or both of them as ancient legendary figures in Valyria who could skinchange into dragons? Arya as the queen of a great wolf army? Jon and Arya reuniting while they warg into their direwolves Ghost and Nymeria? What about the two of them fighting the Others or the White Walkers side by side? In modern times, could they be proud parents to a pack of fluffy wolves somewhere in the wild where they work from their cosy cabin, using their laptops? Could they be on the run in a post-apocalyptic world infested with zombies? How about them being Hogwarts students who have to hide not only their baby dragons but their pack of wolves in the Forbidden Forest? Or a coffee shop AU with them as baristas in a dog or cat cafe? How about a Pokemon AU? Or them being the only ones in their family who are wolf-blooded with wolf ears and heat and rutting cycles?

Sunday 26th January - Dark

How do you think death will affect Jon after he gets resurrected, especially since his last obsessive thought was Arya and his protective desire to save her from Ramsay Bolton? Will death affect him like it did Lady Stoneheart and Lord Beric Dondarrion? How has war affected them? Does Arya have nightmares from witnessing the death of her father, seeing Robb’s desecrated body, and saving her mother’s mangled body from the river? Not to mention experiencing what constitutes as being a child soldier and witnessing murder, rape and torture in Harrenhal? How will they deal with their bond after their tragic experiences have changed them so much? Will they be even more skin-hungry and cross the line of their unconditional love? In modern times, what if they both return from deployment and are the only ones who could understand each other enough that it blurs their previous innocent relationship? What about a High School AU where they actually deal with a creepy Ramsay Bolton who is obsessed with Arya?

Monday 27th January - Touch

They have always been close. Before they even parted, Arya‘s face would flush because of Jon. They were always hugging and Arya had a tendency to shower Jon with a rain of kisses. She was the only one who could always make him smile, enough that the memory of her laughter warmed him on the long road north towards the Wall. But after they reunite after missing each other so much, how will they act? Will they still hug and kiss each other so much? Will Arya creep into Jon’s room to share his bed to find comfort? Would lying next to each other be the only way for them to get a full night of sleep void of nightmares? Are they openly affectionate in public just like when they were children? How would the others react to their closeness? They seem a bit too close for a brother and a sister. In modern times, how will they suppress their affections for each other in front of their family and friends? Or will they not even notice when they’re cuddling on the couch long after they should probably have outgrown it? Or being in the military, especially as commanding officer and new recruit, will they forever just rely on social media DMs and lingering touches in the hallway?

More prompt posts to follow! Please reblog this post so we could get as many contributors for Jonrya Week!

Again, here are some details:

What is Jonrya Week?

It will take place on the 25th to 31st January (25/01/20 - 31/01/20). Everyone is welcome to participate, no sign up required! This is just a fun week to spread love for our ship! All content will be welcomed with open arms, whether that be fanfics, art, comics, edits, gifsets, videos, headcanons, meta, playlists, memes, social media parodies, song compilations, or excited inchoherent shipper screeches! If you can please share this so we can let as many shippers as possible know!

Themes for the week!

Each day has a different theme that can be interpreted however you want.

Saturday 25th January - Creatures

Sunday 26th January - Dark

Monday 27th January - Touch

Tuesday 28th January - Mythology

Wednesday 29th January - Wounds

Thursday 30th January - Soulmates

Friday 31st January - Seasons

How to Participate?

When Jonrya week arrives, post whatever content you’ve made and put #jonryaweek2020 in the tags, that way everyone can find your work a little easier! :)

Questions?

If you have any questions please don’t hesitate to drop us a message/ask, via this blog or via the jonrya chat called Stick them with the pointy end! We’re more than happy to answer any questions! For more updates, follow @jonryaweek.

Credits

A big shout out to @blndraws for inspiring our small but passionate fandom with her lovely art and @weirwood for providing the excellent gifs for our announcements.

10 weeks until Jonrya Week! Get drawing, writing, meta-ing, videographing, memeing or whatever else. Let’s make Jonrya Week January 2020 a big celebration!

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direwolfrules · 3 months

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The Weirwood Queen Memes Part 9: Because My ADHD Meds Are Out of Stock and Life is Meaningless

Memes for The Weirwood Queen Series by @redwolf17. It's a great series, really well-written, and just an epic saga. I recommend it, as evidenced by my 9 meme posts about it. Spoilers below (obviously). Proceed at your own risk.

Link to Master Post (Yes, we have a Master Post now)

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khalpascal · 5 years

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Hello Jonsas!

It’s my first time sharing any content to the jonsa fandom although I’ve been a jonsa for quite some time now, it started during the period between s6 and s7, and that was the time I wrote down some stuff because I really felt intense about it, about them (and also because I had time back then haha!) I remember being so inspired by the multitude of fics that came out after that season. Y’all know it, the post-battle angst and all the pining!! UGH I think that was what made me fall deeper into the jonsa rabbit hole (which I don’t regret one bit because those fics made me feel so damn much! all of them good things!) I never intended to post any of my writings online because I know I am not a writer in any way. I just had all these emotions post-s6 and I didn’t know what to do with them. But fck it, I’m feeling brave tonight and before the last 3 episodes ever of GoT air I just wanted to contribute a lil’ something to the fandom!

Whatever happens (*cough* jonsaiscoming *cough*) I just want to let you all know that I really enjoy this fandom! We have so many amazing and wonderful writers, artists, meme-makers, those who write really thoughtful and insightful metas and theories and just, in general, I think the fandom rocks!

(PS. English is not my first language so pardon any punctuation or grammatical errors!)

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He could fall in love with the fire in her eyes.

He could fall in love still. Fall in love and be happy. That’s what Sansa told him one night many moons ago. The night they regained their home, when they could still feel the ice seeping into their bones, when the cold comes before them bearing an army of monsters that no one has thought to be true, only products of fishwives’ tales, when their nightmares from past lives, in the South and in the farther North, left them empty, cold shells.

“You are the only thing left that is good.”

He found Sansa beneath the weirwood tree their father—no uncle—spent most of his time praying.

She wasn't praying though, he knew. He remembers her telling him. She didn’t have it in herself anymore, not when it seemed like no one was listening. He sat with her, wanting to feel the chill upon his skin but only for it to be silenced by the warmth Sansa seems to emit. Always, she is always so warm. She surprised him by saying she was thinking about him. “You are the only good left, Jon.” She looked at him, gaunt eyes, hollow cheeks, not a picture of someone who just gained their home back. “Earlier, you wanted to save Rickon. I wanted you to, so badly, but I know we wouldn’t be able to…” A whirlwind of emotions flooding her eyes but pain was the most evident, like she was born with it. He remembers with agonizing relief how he surrendered to what his mind and body told him, he wrapped his arms around her slender frame so he wouldn't have to look at those haunting eyes anymore. He couldn't stand to. He thought himself weak then, he could not even do that, look at her and tell her everything will be fine, how he had come to realize that she is the strongest person he has ever known. She distanced herself from him, gripped his hands tightly and looked him in his eyes. There's a kind of fire in them, not strong but enough to stir in him something familiar yet foreign all at the same time. “Listen to me, you can still live after all this. You have to live. Find someone and fall in love. Jon, promise me, you'll live and you’ll be happy.

That was many moons ago, now Sansa was sitting by the hearth in her Lord Father's former solar. She is sewing her old clothes into gloves the workers in Winterfell could use. Winter is still hitting them hard. Resources are scarcer each day and no one can come out long enough to replenish the stock. Across from her, he is sitting by the desk, looking over proposals from lords all over Westeros. Her aunt proclaimed him her kin before she died in battle against the dead. And it fell to him to rule over the realm, a great responsibility he did not, he still does not want. The only thing that has made him happy over the course of a year that he was proclaimed King of Westeros was giving the North its independence and naming Sansa its rightful Queen. This was his first visit to his home ever since.

"Your grace," Sansa says taking him away from his thoughts. He looks over at her still busy with sewing.

"Sansa," a bit of exasperation coating his voice, "it's Jon, always, to you." He wishes she would look at him so she would know how much he wants her to see him as just Jon. Someone who knows her pain and suffering, who she shared her nightmares with all those nights at Castle Black. Someone she is familiar with, someone she grew up with, someone raised as her half-brother, a voice inside his head tells him. The voice that always seem to sneak into his head in the most inconvenient of times, often when he wishes he could be more with Sansa, do more with her and every time, he forces another thought into his mind. Fire and blood. He is of the dragon and he best remember it. A forbidden love between a Targaryen and a Stark ignited a war, he will not be as careless, he thinks.

"Jon, you're brooding again." A shadow of a grin lights up her face and right then he forgets all his worries, all the months spent in that viper’s nest of a city only to see her smile at him, the one he swears she only does when it’s just the two of them.

"Aye, it seems Lord Varys' little birds are always on time given any circumstance. Letters of proposals have followed me here,” he sighs tiredly, “I have rejected each and every one down at the capital and I will continue to do so here.”

Sansa stops sewing then and looks him in the eye, an emotion akin to weariness and something else, something he refuses to look into, etched across her face. "You mustn’t” she paused clearly reminiscing something, “that night we took our home back… do you remember what I said Jon?”

Of course he remembers. I’m afraid I remember everything about you Sansa, even with all this time and all this distance between us, I always remember you.

“I want you to be happy. You of all people deserve that. Choose among those proposals, marry a Lord's daughter, have a family of your own and just be happy.” She looks at him determinedly, as if by looks alone he could be.

He could be happy, he thinks, if it’s coming from Sansa. Her looks, her smiles, everything about her. He can’t remember a time when everything wasn’t about her.

He wants to tell her he doesn’t want to marry, that he isn't ready. He still has a myriad of things do as the protector and ruler of the realm. Responses Davos or Varys, both his advisors, would have heard from him. But looking into Sansa's eyes, there were now fire in them. And once again like moth to a flame he found himself unable to look away. And he realizes with no short amount of trepidation that it is not because of his role as king that’s stopping him. All this time he refused to acknowledge the depth of his feelings for his sister-turned-cousin because he’s afraid of her reaction, her rejection. But he finds the courage now. He recognizes the look in her eyes, it’s mirroring his own.

Pain, longing, desire.

And he wants to feel the cold against his cheeks every day of his life and burn in Sansa's warmth every night. He looks at her and finds himself inescapably in love, first with the fire in her eyes. And he knows, gods, how he’s certain he’s falling in love deeper with the fire in her soul.

The red woman can see visions in the fire, he can see his future in her eyes.

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Umm so yeah... I hope you guys like it!

#i really like that last bit #hah #jonsa #actuallyjonsa #jon x sansa #jonsa fic #jonsa drabble #jon snow #sansa stark #game of thrones

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julio-claudian-saberface · 10 months

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TWQ Cersei and Qyburn planting ritual murder victims around King’s Landing:

#asoiaf #fictalk #the weirwood queen #memes #source:#i think you should leave

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redwolf17 · 8 months

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lol reading cersei's last pov (and honestly probably the entirety of her arc so far for weirwood queen) makes me of that tiktok meme "a single mom of who works 2 jobs who loves her kids and never stops" LOL if you don't have tiktok you won't know what i mean but if you do LOL

LOL okay so I knew that it was a Reba song, just looked it up on TikTok and 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

#the weirwood queen #always enjoy a good ask

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diadumene · 6 years

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First lines meme

rules: share the first sentence of each of your last ten posted works (or whatever you want), see if you see any patterns or if the collection makes you think anything particular about your own writing

I was tagged by the wonderful @politicalmamaduck ; I feel honoured, my lady. Unfortunately, I don’t have ten works, but I will see what I can gather.

He heard the scratching for the first time when he was deep in meditation.

Weirwood Dreams (Reylo NSFW)

Spring’s thaw trickled slowly off Winterfell’s walls.

The Dragon Queen’s Moon (Reylo, Sansa/Daenerys)

“Don’t fly too high, Icarus.”

Some unpublished unfinished comic

By day and night the wind softly whispers to me

Some poem

I seem to like vague beginnings? There is not enough empirical data for me to be able to answer this xD

In case you have not been tagged yet; I am tagging @klainehappysodes and @nancylovesreylo. If you want to!

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it’s been a month, and I still haven’t done my Ice and Fire Con 2018 wrapup post. soooo... here goes!

This year’s Ice and Fire Con was the best year yet. It was also my busiest year, since I went from a Volunteer in 2017 to a member of the Small Council (the Master of Whispers, to be exact) for 2018.

Seriously, I was everywhere. Consistently. I don’t think I got to sit through a whole panel even!

Despite running around like a chicken with my head cut off, I made some fantastic memories that I’ll throw out under the cut:

Thursday Thursday was Day Zero of the Con this year. I started my day by having lunch with @charliechasessnitches, @poorquentyn, @kavalden and two more friends at my favorite place in Columbus before we headed to the lodge - TENSUKE!

we grabbed some groceries from the marketplace and then we all separated to make our trek down to Deer Creek Lodge, which, by the way, is stunning? Seriously. Just stunning.

While Thursday was technically day zero, we decided to throw in some programming anyway - just because. and, not to get too excited, but Drunk ASOIAF and Drinking GoT BK were the first ASOIAF/GOT programming of IAF!

It was sooo cool! AAAH. Haley Bowery (of Manimals and DGBK fame) and I did a panel called “GoTs7: The Good, the Bad, and Rhaegar’s Wig”. We basically went over our top 5 and bottom five moments of Game of Thrones season seven, while staying true to the nature of our podcasts and drinkin’. We also dressed up like skeletons, because the big Thurs party joke is always the “thirst of the first men” and everyone...... wears Skelly costumes, like the skelly tequila.

the panel was a blast, and super well received. it was just really silly fun, including a montage of Rhaegar’s wig at the end that ... had people laughing pretty hard.

Post that, there was a ~~~super secret Ice and Fire Con Musical Rehearsal~~~, albeit brief, and then lots of partying with good friends.

Friday

Friday was busy from start to end.

I woke up, I ran registration for a bit, and then got to run my favorite event of all (after watching my boyfriend get his face licked by a wolf, actually, may I add): THE SNARKS AND GRUMPKIN HUNT.

This was my second year of running Snarks, which is a photo scavenger hunt built with sabotages, bribes, and mostly just silly stuff. I heard from a weeee little bird that it’s going to evolve next year (I’m the bird) into a bigger event, and I can’t wait.

after Snarks, I had to change and get into my musical getup - but first I snagged a few minutes of the Salty Dornish panel with @ageeksaga, @poorquentyn and Moe. It was fabulous, and I was so bummed to have to sneak out to go get ready, but the musical called!

THE MUSICAL. For those that haven’t been following, @iceandfirecon did a PARODY MUSICAL of Hamilton this year, and I got to be Sansa Stark. I had two big songs, and a minor role in one - I got to sing Wait for it and That Would Be Enough.

All of those songs can be found at https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCN9QlVpUoJYeWHy-mhngc7g

Right after the musical, I ran karaoke for an hour with @charliechasessnitches and that was a god damn silly blast. I sang a rendition of hit me with your best shot that shooketh the room, and me, @charliechasessnitches and our friend Lydia did a reallllllly buzzed version of Schuyler sisters that had us in stitches

Post that, we all retired to the cabin parties and spent time with friends and caught up how we could, until giving in for the night.

Saturday

Saturday was, once more, a rise up, registration for a bit, and then get to work day. It was the big cosplay day for me, as I kinda kept it calm the other days - my best buddy Queued Up Cosplay and me and her partner worked on our costumes the month before super hard, and they did it as a *friendship gift* to me. they let me finally have a full house Reed cosplay.

Literally. Even my boyfriend did it.

We got a bunch of wonderful photos at the lake side, and then we went on to watch the tourney until it was so cold I had to retire indoors (the downside of Lake effect in the spring of course). Our friend Zack had me cracking up the entire time though - he entered the tourney saying he was Lommy of Ib, and would battle cry FOR IIIIIBBBBBBBB when he was in the joust. It was too good.

I got to watch Emmett do his thing with Lovecraft for a bit before running back to my room to prepare for the Performance Contest, and theeeeeeeeen came the performance contest.

I wrote a filk song, a parody of Tom Petty’s Free Fallin’ about Lyanna Stark and the Rebellion. You can find it here:

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My voice was shot, I forgot half the words, but god damn, everyone gave me such a nice reaction that I almost cried! it was very good and very sweet of them.

After that, I had to go... prepare for the mock trial and get into my evening getup for the dance.

There are barely any photos of me in that outfit, but I wore a blinged out QUEEN necklace and had a corset and leggings and boots and an axe and went as ASHA QUEEN for the night, which was a blast. I even got this meme of me “droppin’ the axe” in the panel (which, may I add, I got to portray a criminal defense lawyer, and had to defend HBO/D&D/GOT........... oh god, that sucked)

After that, I kind of realized all of the exhaustion and stress of the weekend was getting to me, and I ended up being the worst and staying in for most of the night. I just couldn’t do more, I had pushed myself to the limit unfortunately, but it was still the best weekend, even with missing out on that Saturday.

Shouts to @buskerlenny - getting to spend quality time with her was amazing. And shouts to @sanrixian, who wouldn’t let me spend the money I wanted to spend at her vendor booth, but got the coolest con swag out of in general! To @wendynerdwrites, of course, getting to see her was lovely, and of course a shout to the majestic, lovely @nobodysuspectsthebutterfly, because we actually got to chat a bit here and there this year, and her WEIRWOOD COSTUME WAS SO AMAZING!!!!

AND A SPECIAL SPECIAL SHOUT to my girls in advertising that helped me all year - Bekah, Meghan, Kat, the best <3

another amazing year, and I can’t possibly wait until next year.

#asoiaf #ice and fire con #asoiaf cosplay #ice and fire con 2018 #game of thrones #i'm sure i missed people i'm sorry i didn't mean to it was such a crazy weekend i love you all

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