#tom o sevenstreams

[wpmorse]

Fallen leaves lay thick upon the ground, like soldiers after some great slaughter. A man in patched, faded greens was sitting crosslegged atop a weathered stone sepulcher, fingering the strings of a woodharp. The music was soft and sad. Merrett knew the song. High in the halls of the kings who are gone, Jenny would dance with her ghosts…

Merrett arrives in Oldstones and sees Tom of Sevenstreams sitting on the same sepulcher that Cat and Petyr used to play at.

I find that Jenny of Oldstones is one of the nicest song fragments in the series. And I think Florence + The Machine's version of it is one of the few good things from the 8th season. My only problem with it, is I believe that all we hear of it is the last verse. Merritt page 1123

#asoiaf #a storm of swords #illustration #pen and ink #Tom O sevenstreams #jenny of oldstones #oldstones

[grey-joys]

Not Tom playing The Day They Hanged Black Robin when they hanged Merret Frey

#kind of iconic ngl #stupid squid thoughts #game of thrones #asoiaf #valyrianscrolls #tom of sevenstreams #tom o sevens #tom sevenstrings #a storm of swords #asos #a storm of swords epilogue #asos epilogue

[oathkeeperoathbreaker]

Tom o’ Sevens

She knew the singer by the woodharp he cradled against his jerkin, as a mother might cradle a babe. A small man, fifty from the look of him, he had a big mouth, a sharp nose, and thinning brown hair. His faded greens were mended here and there with old leather patches, and he wore a brace of throwing knives on his hip and a woodman’s axe slung across his back.

Arya II, A STORM OF SWORDS

He was a small fellow, garbed in ragged green breeches and a frayed tunic of a lighter shade of green, with brown leather patches covering the holes. His nose was long and sharp, his smile big and loose. Thin brown hair fell to his collar, snaggled and unwashed. Fifty if he’s a day, thought Jaime, a hedge harp, and hard used by life.

Jaime VII, A FEAST FOR CROWS

#a song of ice and fire #asoiaf #tom of sevenstreams #tom o' sevens #tom sevenstrings

[asongofstarkandtargaryen]

Arya - Lyanna : both having the imagery of flowers serving their love life

Lyanna is often linked to blue roses. Even people who never met her (like Theon for example) can recognize her in visions by her crown of blue roses. The said crown was given to her by Rhaegar Targaryen:

Ned remembered the moment when all the smiles died, when Prince Rhaegar Targaryen urged his horse past his own wife, the Dornish princess Elia Martell, to lay the queen of beauty's laurel in Lyanna's lap. He could see it still: a crown of winter roses, blue as frost.

When Jon is living with Wildings he hears the tale of Bael the Bard who stole a Stark Lady and left a blue flower in her place. The story resembles Jon’s parents story, as Rhaegar also “stole” Lyanna and all that’s left of them is a blue rose (aka Jon)

'All I ask is a flower,' Bael answered, 'the fairest flower that blooms in the gardens o' Winterfell.'”

"Now as it happened the winter roses had only then come into bloom, and no flower is so rare nor precious. So the Stark sent to his glass gardens and commanded that the most beautiful o' the winter roses be plucked for the singer's payment. And so it was done. But when morning come, the singer had vanished . . . and so had Lord Brandon's maiden daughter. Her bed they found empty, but for the pale blue rose that Bael had left on the pillow where her head had lain."

Lyanna died giving birth to hers and Rhaegar’s child, while still having her blue roses surrounding her, thus immortalizing the image of hers being associated with these flowers:

As they came together in a rush of steel and shadow, he could hear Lyanna screaming. "Eddard!" she called. A storm of rose petals blew across a blood-streaked sky, as blue as the eyes of death.

While Arya is staying at Acorn Hall, Tom of Sevenstreams plays the song “My featherbed” which is linked to her relationship with Gendry. Arya and Gendry have their own private moment while the song plays on the background.

The lyrics of the song talk about a free spirited lady (like Arya) who prefers to wear a crown of golden leaves than  a crown of jewels bc that allows her to be true to herself.

And how she smiled and how she laughed, the maiden of the tree. She spun away and said to him, no featherbed for me. I'll wear a gown of golden leaves, and bind my hair with grass, But you can be my forest love, and me your forest lass.

She’s not against having a romance with the man of the song, who it seems respects her choices (like Gendry support Arya on her quest). Perhaps that means that Arya also isn’t against having a romance with Gendry once they are both older.

#lyanna stark #arya stark #rhaelya #gendrya #asoiaf #lyanna and arya

[alpacaidentitycrisis]

I totally fancast Robert Carlyle as Tom o’ Sevens

#asoiaf #fancast #asoiaf fancast #robert carlyle #a song of ice and fire #a song of ice and fire series #tom of sevens #tom of sevenstreams #tom o' sevens #tom of sevenstrings #a storm of swords #a feast for crows #asos #affc #brotherhood without banners

[holyscream]

I did the ASoIaF Favorite Character Sorter! The top 20 are definitely accurate, after that we enter "I don't really know who this is"-territory.

And RIP to my favorite projection screen Theon coming in at 49, lmao.

Full list + text form under the cut if you're interested.

There are so many characters, I feel like a good quarter of them I coudn't tell you a single thing about. I also realized I can't tell the Sand Snakes apart outside of what weapons they use.

Alt-Text can only be 200 characters long, so here's the entire list in case you're interested:

1. Fat Walda Frey / Ramsay Snow 3. Dolorous Edd 4. Samwell Tarly (POV) 5. Maester Aemon Targaryen 6. Kevan Lannister (POV) 7. Jon Snow (POV) 8. Old Nan 9. Yoren 10. Brienne of Tarth (POV) / Meera Reed 12. Ned Stark (POV) 13. Robb Stark / Domeric Bolton 15. Coldhands 16. The Kindly Man 17. Lord Commander Jeor Mormont 18. Penny 19. Tyrion Lannister (POV) 20. Salladhor Saan

21. Olenna Redwyne / Willas Tyrell (idk who this is) 23. Sansa Stark (POV) 24. Maester Luwin 25. Jaqen H'ghar 26. Patchface 27. Mirri Maz Durr 28. Missandei / Wylla Manderly (idk who this is) / Cleos Frey (idk who this is) 31. Dontos Hollard 32. Jojen Reed 33. Shireen Baratheon 34. Catelyn Tully (POV) 35. Alannys Harlaw / Rodrik Harlaw 37. Daenerys Targaryen (POV) 38. Lollys Stokeworth 39. Varys / Qyburn

41. Theon Greyjoy (POV) / Davos Seaworth (POV) 43. Moon Boy / Roose Bolton / Stannis Baratheon 46. Mya Stone 47. Thoros of Myr / Barristan Selmy (POV) / Jon Arryn / Myrcella Baratheon / Jeyne Poole 52. Hodor / Tysha / Maege Mormont 55. Satin 56. Vargo Hoat 57. Alayaya 58. Chella of the Black Ears 59. Shagga, son of Dolf 60. Donella Hornwood / Barbrey Dustin / Jeyne Westerling / Irri / Syrio Forel 65. Hoster Tully

66. Podrick Payne / Brynden Tully / Garin (idk who this is) / Ygritte / Jhiqui / Tommen Baratheon 72. Lady Stoneheart / Marillion 74. Strong Belwas 75. Shae 76. Mance Rayder / Cotter Pyke / Bowen Marsh (idk who this is) / Hyle Hunt (idk who this is) / Hot Pie / Pyp / Grenn / Chataya / Gendry / Septa Mordane / Osha / Val / Edric Dayne (idk who this is) / Sigorn of Thenn / Grand Maester Pycelle / Benjen Stark

92. Wyman Manderly / Euron Greyjoy 94. Bran Stark (POV) 95. Margaery Tyrell / Rodrik Cassel / Asha Greyjoy (POV) 98. Biter / Tom of Sevenstreams / Arys Oakheart (POV) / Balon Swann (idk who this is) / Taena Merryweather (idk who this is) / Meryn Trant / Mandon Moore (idk who this is) / Septa Lemore (idk who this is) / Mellario of Norvos (idk who this is) / Joanna Lannister / Howland Reed / Dalla / Arya Stark (POV) / Tywin Lannister 112. Beth Cassel / Jory Cassel / Oberyn Martell 115. Dagmer Cleftjaw 116. Bronn / Dacey Mormont / Arthur Dayne / Ashara Dayne / Orell (idk who this is) / Andrey Dalt (idk who this is) / Quaithe / Lyanna Stark / Vayon Poole / Edmure Tully

126. Jaime Lannister (POV) 127. Alliser Thorne / Lord of Bones / Gyles Rosby (idk who this is) / Jon Connington (POV) / Tormund Giantsbane / The Tickler / Walder Frey / Edric Storm / Roslin Frey / Lysa Tully / Tristifer Botley / Greatjon Umber / Alys Karstark / Genna Lannister (idk who this is) / Robert Arryn / Shagwell (idk who this is) / Gilly / Jyana Reed (idk who this is) / Styr, Magnar of Thenn / Hizdahr zo Loraq / Xaro Xhoan Daxos / Lyanna Mormont / Petyr Baelish / Garlan Tyrell (idk who this is) / Beric Dondarrion / Mace Tyrell (idk who this is) / Alerie Hightower (idk who this is) / Robert Baratheon / Renly Baratheon / Brandon Stark

157. The Waif 158. Cersei Lannister (POV) 159. Lem Lemoncloak / Pyat Pree / Polliver / Rorge / Gerris Drinkwater (idk who this is) / Ilyn Payne / Tygett Lannister (idk who this is) / Daemon Sand (idk who this is) / Gerold Dayne / Daario Naharis / Alysane Mormont / Illyrio Mopatis / Grey Worm / Aurane Waters (idk who this is) / Loras Tyrell / Rickon Stark / Victarion Greyjoy (POV) / Doran Martell / Ellaria Sand

178. Arianne Martell (POV) / Nymeria Sand / Tyene Sand / Gregor Clegane 182. Sarella Sand / Obara Sand (idk which Sand Snake ist which) / Trystane Martell (idk who this is) / Jorah Mormont / Janos Slynt / Reznak mo Reznak (idk who this is) / Donal Noye (idk who this is) / Qhorin Halfhand (idk who this is) / Yohn Royce (idk who this is) / Cortnay Penrose (idk who this is) / Devan Seaworth / Boros Blount (idk who this is) / Varamyr Sixskins / Brown Ben Plumm (idk who this is) / Kraznys mo Nakloz (idk who this is) / Young Griff / Elia Martell / Skahaz mo Kandaq (idk who this is) / Craster / Joffrey Baratheon / Viserys Targaryen / Melisandre (POV) / Selyse Florent

205. Lancel Lannister / Areo Hotah (POV) 207. Quentyn Martell (POV) / Bonifer Hasty (idk who this is) / Aerys II Targaryen / Amory Lorch (idk who this is) / Khal Drogo / Moqorro (idk who this is) / Forley Prester (idk who this is) / Lothar Brune (idk who this is) / Addam Marbrand (idk who this is) / Black Walder / Big Walder / Myranda Royce (idk who this is) / Doreah 220. Randyll Tarly / Rickard Karstark / Kojja Mo (idk who this is) / Little Walder / Sandor Clegane / Rhaegar Targaryen / Balon Greyjoy 227. Osmund Kettleblack / Gerion Lannister (idk who this is) / Rhaella Targaryen (idk who this is) / Aeron Greyjoy (POV)

#asoiaf character sorter #meme #asoiaf tag #can't wait for one of my number ones to kill the other 😭 #please leave her alone ramsay #the great whine shark

[gotcasting]

Tom Sevenstrings

Robert Carlyle - 56 years old, English.

#tom sevenstrings #tom of sevenstreams #tom o' sevens #brotherhood without banners #riverlands

[ohkraken-a]

muse list update!

adding lemoncloak, tom o’ sevenstreams, anguy, harwin, edric dayne, shekh drivo ( oc ), aurane waters, ashara dayne, arthur dayne, howland reed, meera reed, and jojen reed under asoiaf

#S I G H S for the next million years #; misc ( updates )

[abadmoon-blog1]

anyways i love tom o sevenstreams with all my heart

#; out of the sky ( ooc ) #what a fucking ledge

[wpmorse]

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.

Merrett Page 1125

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. )

#asoiaf #a storm of swords #pen and ink #illustration #petyr frey #merrett frey #lem lemoncloak #jack be lucky #tom o sevenstreams #the brotherhood without banners #oldstones #hanging tw

[hveliz07]

All things Gendrya - ASOS part II

Water filled her boots, but she pressed in her heels all the same and climbed out on the far bank. From behind she heard splashing, and a mare’s nervous whinny. They followed, then. Good. She turned to watch as the boys struggled across and emerged dripping beside her. “It wasn’t the Trident,” she told them. “It wasn’t.” The next river was shallower and easier to ford. That one wasn’t the Trident either, and no one argued with her when she told them they would cross it. Dusk was settling as they stopped to rest the horses once more and share another meal of bread and cheese. “I’m cold and wet,” Hot Pie complained. “We’re a long way from Harrenhal now, for sure. We could have us a fire -” “NO!” Arya and Gendry both said, at the exact same instant. Hot Pie quailed a little. Arya gave Gendry a sideways look. He said it with me, like Jon used to do, back in Winterfell. She missed Jon Snow the most of all her brothers. “Could we sleep at least?” Hot Pie asked. “I’m so tired, Arry, and my arse is sore. I think I’ve got blisters.” “You’ll have more than that if you’re caught,” she said. “We’ve got to keep going. We’ve got to.” “But it’s almost dark, and you can’t even see the moon.” “Get back on your horse.” Plodding along at a slow walking pace as the light faded around them, Arya found her own exhaustion weighing heavy on her. She needed sleep as much as Hot Pie, but they dare not. Yet after a while the motion of her horse became as soothing as the rocking of a cradle, and Arya found her eyes growing heavy. But neither she nor the horse could sustain the pace, and it was only a few moments before they fell back to a walk again, and a few more until her eyes closed a second time. This time they did not open quite so quickly. When they did, she found that her horse had come to a stop and was nibbling at a tuft of grass, while Gendry was shaking her arm. “You fell asleep,” he told her. “I was just resting my eyes.” “You were resting them a long while, then. Your horse was wandering in a circle, but it wasn’t till she stopped that I realized you were sleeping. Hot Pie’s just as bad, he rode into a tree limb and got knocked off, you should have heard him yell. Even that didn’t wake you up. You need to stop and sleep.” “I can keep going as long as you can.” She yawned. “Liar,” he said. “You keep going if you want to be stupid, but I’m stopping. I’ll take the first watch. You sleep.” “What about Hot Pie?” Gendry pointed. Hot Pie was already on the ground, curled up beneath his cloak on a bed of damp leaves and snoring softly. He had a big wedge of cheese in one fist, but it looked as though he had fallen asleep between bites. It was no good arguing, Arya realized; Gendry had the right of it. The Mummers will need to sleep too, she told herself, hoping it was true.

She was grubbing for vegetables in a dead man’s garden when she heard the singing.Hot Pie had heard it too, to judge by the look on his face. Gendry had gone to sleep in the shade of the burned cottage, and was past hearing anything.“Do you hear?” Hot Pie asked in a hoarse whisper, as he hugged an armful of cabbages. “Someone’s coming.” “Go wake Gendry,” Arya told him. “Just shake him by the shoulder, don’t make a lot of noise.” Gendry was easy to wake, unlike Hot Pie, who needed to be kicked and shouted at.“Take Gendry and the horses behind the cottage,” she decided. There was part of one wall still standing, big enough, maybe, to conceal two boys and three horses. If the horses don’t whinny, and that singer doesn’t come poking around the garden. “What about you?” “I’ll hide by the tree. He’s probably alone. If he bothers me, I’ll kill him. Go!” Hot Pie went, and Arya dropped her carrots and drew the stolen sword from over her shoulder.

***Arya is seen by the BWB The three men looked at her, standing there in the road with her blade in hand. Then the singer idly plucked a string. “Boy,” he said, “put up that sword now, unless you’re wanting to be hurt.“ Arya sprang to her feet. “Don’t!” She showed them her sword. There were three, she saw. Only three. Syrio could fight more than three, and she had Hot Pie and Gendry to stand with her, maybe. But they’re boys, and these are men. “It’s too big for you, lad, and besides, Anguy here could put three shafts through you before you could hope to reach us.” “He could not,” Arya said, “and I’m a girl.” “So you are.” The singer bowed. “My pardons.” “You go on down the road. just walk right past here, and you keep on singing, so we’ll know where you are. Go away and leave us be and I won’t kill you.” The freckle-faced archer laughed. “Lem, she won’t kill us, did you hear?” “Child,” said the singer, “put up that sword, and we’ll take you to a safe place and get some food in that belly. There are wolves in these parts, and lions, and worse things. No place for a little girl to be wandering alone.” “She’s not alone.” Gendry rode out from behind the cottage wall, and behind him Hot Pie, leading her horse. In his chainmail shirt with a sword in his hand, Gendry looked almost a man grown, and dangerous. Hot Pie looked like Hot Pie. “Do like she says, and leave us be,” warned Gendry. “Two and three,” the singer counted, “and is that all of you? And horses too, lovely horses. Where did you steal them?” “They’re ours.” Arya watched them carefully. The singer kept distracting her with his talk, but it was the archer who was the danger. If he should pull an arrow from the ground… “Will you give us your names like honest men?” the singer asked the boys. “I’m Hot Pie,” Hot Pie said at once. “Aye, and good for you.” The man smiled. “It’s not every day I meet a lad with such a tasty name. And what would your friends be called, Mutton Chop and Squab?” Gendry scowled down from his saddle. “Why should I tell you my name? I haven’t heard yours.” “Well, as to that, I’m Tom of Sevenstreams, but Tom Sevenstrings is what they call me, or Tom o’ Sevens. This great lout with the brown teeth is Lem, short for Lemoncloak. It’s yellow, you see, and Lem’s a sour sort. And young fellow me lad over there is Anguy, or Archer as we like to call him.” “Now who are you?” demanded Lem, in the deep voice that Arya had heard through the branches of the willow. She was not about to give up her true name as easy as that. “Squab, if you want,” she said. “I don’t care.” The big man laughed. “A squab with a sword,” he said. “Now there’s something you don’t often see.” “I’m the Bull,” said Gendry, taking his lead from Arya. She could not blame him for preferring Bull to Mutton Chop. Tom Sevenstrings strummed his harp. “Hot Pie, Squab, and the Bull. Escaped from Lord Bolton’s kitchen, did you?” “How did you know?” Arya demanded, uneasy. The three men looked at her, standing there in the road with her blade in hand. Then the singer idly plucked a string. “You bear his sigil on your chest, little one.” She had forgotten that for an instant. Beneath her cloak, she still wore her fine page’s doublet, with the flayed man of the Dreadfort sewn on her breast. “Don’t call me little one!” “I can see that, Squab. You’re none of you children, not if you were Bolton’s.” “We never were.” Hot Pie never knew when to keep quiet. “We were at Harrenhal before he came, that’s all.” “So you’re lion cubs, is that the way of it?” said Tom. “Not that either. We’re nobody’s men. Whose men are you?” Anguy the Archer said, “We’re king’s men.” Arya frowned. “Which king?” “King Robert,” said Lem, in his yellow cloak. “That old drunk?” said Gendry scornfully. “He’s dead, some boar killed him, everyone knows that.” “Aye, lad,” said Tom Sevenstrings, “and more’s the pity.” He plucked a sad chord from his harp. Arya didn’t think they were king’s men at all. They looked more like outlaws, all tattered and ragged. “If there were wolves hereabouts, we’d know it,” groused Lem. “Or lions. These are our woods.” “You never knew we were there,” said Gendry. “Now, lad, you shouldn’t be so certain of that,” said Tom. “Sometimes a man knows more than he says.” It was not very long at all until the inn appeared before them, rising from the riverbank where the Trident made a great bend to the north.

#gendrya #arya x gendry #arya stark #gendry #allthingsgendrya #fuckyeahgendrya

[makerkenzie]

“You should get on famously with my aunt,” said Jaime. “If you hope to winter here, see that your playing pleases Lady Genna. She’s the one that matters.” “Not you?” “My place is with the king. I shall not stay here long.” “I’m sorry to hear that, my lord. I know better songs than ‘The Rains of Castamere.’ I could have played you … oh, all sorts o’ things.” “Some other time,” said Jaime. “Do you have a name?” “Tom of Sevenstreams, if it please my lord.” The singer doffed his hat. “Most call me Tom o’ Sevens, though.” “Sing sweetly, Tom o’ Sevens.”

Martin, George R.R.. A Feast for Crows (A Song of Ice and Fire, Book 4) (pp. 758-759). Random House Publishing Group. Kindle Edition. 

I know Tom o’Sevens is a spy for the Brotherhood, but I like to think Jaime’s made a good impression on him.

#asoiaf quote #a feast for crows #riverrun #jaime lannister #the lion leaves the pride

[wpmorse]

"And who are you?" The proud Lord said "That I must bow so low" Only a cat of a different coat That's all the truth I know And so he spoke, and so he spoke That Lord of Castamere But now the rains weep o'er his hall And not a soul to hear Arya VII Pg 538

Entertaining himself in the middle of a rainy night, Tom O Sevenstreams sings all the songs about rain he can think of, most notably "The Rains of Castamere".

I wasn't sure how to do this one. I certainly didn't want to do a repeat of Hands of Gold. I finally decided to show Tywin watching his army attack the castle.

#asoaif #a storm of swords #illlustration #pen and ink #tywin lannister #the rains of castamere