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whitetree village from asoiaf.
i made a twitter, so far im only shitposting abt asoiaf
Sandor Clegane winning on the Serpentine
Sandor: “You look almost a woman… face, teats, and you’re taller too, almost…“
Sandor’s brain:
Sandor: ”… sing me a song, why don’t you? Go on. Sing to me. Some song about knights and fair maids.“
Sandor’s brain:
Sandor: “A flagon of sour red, dark as blood, all a man needs. Or a woman.”
Sandor’s brain:
“By the time they reached the bottom, he had lapsed back into a brooding silence, as if he had forgotten she was there.”
Sandor’s brain:
Nailed it.
I sometimes rewrite passages from the asoiaf books into my fics. Weird, but I like it. Feels like paying homage. This is one passage I adore in A Clash of King:
Arya scuffed at the ground with her foot, but she let the Bull lead her around to the front of the inn. Rorge's laughter and Biter's hissing followed them. "Want to fight?" she asked the Bull. She wanted to hit something.
He blinked at her, startled. Strands of thick black hair, still wet from the bathhouse, fell across his deep blue eyes. "I'd hurt you."
"You would not."
"You don't know how strong I am."
"You don't know how quick I am."
"You're asking for it, Arry." He drew Praed's longsword. "This is cheap steel, but it's a real sword."
Arya unsheathed Needle. "This is good steel, so it's realer than yours."
The Bull shook his head. "Promise not to cry if I cut you?"
"I'll promise if you will." She turned sideways, into her water dancer's stance, but the Bull did not move. He was looking at something behind her. "What's wrong?"
"Gold cloaks." His face closed up tight.
It couldn't be, Arya thought, but when she glanced back, they were riding up the kingsroad, six in the black ringmail and golden cloaks of the City Watch. One was an officer; he wore a black enamel breastplate ornamented with four golden disks. They drew up in front of the inn.
Soo I rewrote it in a different context. It’s Gendry’s POV. Check it out:
She was dipping her hand in the water, as if to test the temperature. Gendry stood where he was, waiting for the answer she'd have for him. The sound of the water rippling filled the room for a long moment.
"You want to fuck?" he heard her ask.
He blinked at her, startled. She was the one waiting for an answer now, leaning against the tub.
"I'd dishonor you," was what came out of his mouth.
"You would not."
"You don't know what you're talking."
"You don't know what I know or not."
"You are crazy, m'lady." Somehow she was close enough to grab. "You can't say that to a man."
Arya lifted her chin and her eyes darted to his. "I just said it to you." She was still leaning against the tub, had he crossed to room to be so near her? Gendry shook his head and took a step back.
"You're asking for it, Arya."
She widened wicked eyes at that. "I am."
That is not what I meant. "Promise you won't be talking shit like that again!" His voice sounded hoarser than it should.
"I'll promise if you fuck me."
She smiled with lips and eyes to crumble his resolve. He made to grab her by the waist, but Arya suddenly put her hands on his chest and stopped him. Her brows were furrowed. "What's wrong?" He croaked.
"Steps approaching." Her face was stone.
It couldn't be, he'd heard nothing, but when he glanced back over his shoulder the door was screeching open and Jeyne’s stern face appeared behind it.
By the way every time I do that I make note of it so readers know where I am borrowing/stealing from. This is an excerpt from the second chapter in About Oaths and Wolves. It’s on ao3!
here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25614373/chapters/62173423
This is one of my favorites lines in a piece of fiction. Ever. Grrm is intentionally vague when it comes to religion, but I think this line developed "the old gods" more than all of Jon's time with the free folk, more than all of Bran's time inside that cave. It feels so real... it captures precisely how I feel about mine own gods. The art is beautiful. Osha and Rickon deserve more art.
Who do you think send the winds, if not the gods?
Osha, Rickon and Shaggy
Theon in acok is just that one tiktok of a girl saying love bombing will always work on me because I genuinely believe everyone is in love with me
theon genuinely confused and hurt that these people he grew up around arent proud of him and cooperative when hes led a viking invasion and killed a lot of them. the one guy whos like well ii think its boss what youre doing here king but you know whatd be even cooler ? if you flayed people. kidding !! i was going to say what if you let me (a guy whos already encouraged you to kill two little peasant boys and then murdered everyone who knew. for youuu 🫶) out into the world to gather an army much bigger than yours and then let me back in and i will obviously still be on your side then this is all in service of you pal. MY prince of winterfell. and theons like that makes perfect sense. finally someone around here showing a little respect
Catelyn heard someone snigger behind her. She loves him, poor thing, she thought sadly. She'd play his squire just to touch him, and never care how great a fool they think her... (and some other things)
Action girl Catelyn strikes again
catelyn seeing arya in the warrior and then proving where arya gets that from in the same chapter.
Lord Tywin would soon march on Riverrun, she heard. [...] He'd bought a ton of silver to forge magic swords that would slay the Stark wargs. (Arya II, ACOK)
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“Warg,” said Jojen Reed.
Bran looked at him, his eyes wide. “What?”
“Warg. Shapechanger. Beastling. That is what they will call you, if they should ever hear of your wolf dreams.”
The names made him afraid again. “Who will call me?”
“Your own folk. In fear. Some will hate you if they know what you are. Some will even try to kill you.” (Bran V, ACOK)
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"Aye. All that, and more. You are a warg too, they say, a skinchanger who walks at night as a wolf." King Stannis had a hard smile. "How much of it is true?" (Jon XI, ASOS)
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Lord Janos was red-faced and quivering. "The beast," he gasped. "Look! The beast that tore the life from Halfhand. A warg walks among us, brothers. A WARG! This . . . this creature is not fit to lead us! This beastling is not fit to live!" (Jon XII, ASOS)
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"Then you had best be on your way, boy." Slynt laughed, dribbling porridge down his chest. "Greyguard's a good place for the likes of you, I'm thinking. Well away from decent godly folk. The mark of the beast is on you, bastard."
[...]
"No," Lord Janos protested, flecks of porridge spraying from his lips. "No, unhand me. He's just a boy, a bastard. His father was a traitor. The mark of the beast is on him, that wolf of his… Let go of me!” (Jon II, ADWD)
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“When Stark changed into a wolf, his northmen did the same. The mark of the beast was on them all. Wargs birth other wargs with a bite, it is well-known. It was all my brothers and I could do to put them down before they slew us all." (Davos III, ADWD)
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She was the night wolf. (The Blind Girl, ADWD)
Just some extra werewolf-y lines about the Stark kids.
“ “King,” croaked the raven. The bird flapped across the solar to land on Mormont’s shoulder. “King,” it said again, strutting back and forth.
“He likes that word,” Jon said, smiling.
“An easy word to say. An easy word to like.”
“King,” the bird said again.
“I think he means for you to have a crown, my lord.”
“The realm has three kings already, and that’s two too many for my liking.” Mormont stroked the raven under the beak with a finger, but all the while his eyes never left Jon Snow. “
‘’"I don’t even know your name.“
“Gilly, he called me. For the gillyflower.”
“That’s pretty.” He remembered Sansa telling him once that he should say that whenever a lady told him her name. He could not help the girl, but perhaps the courtesy would please her. ‘’
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ok this might be a little ooc for jon since he usually knows how to talk to whom but there are moments where he just doesn’t… care…lol
Also Sansa giving him courtesy 101 is the cutest thing.
- when deer antlers tangle, sometimes both animals lose; both animals’ antlers get wedged together during sparring. sometimes one of them will expire from exhaustion or injury, leaving the other to drag the carcass around until it too dies of exposure or becomes an easy kill for predators. a mutual, identical conflict, binding them to the other, both bringing about their own, and the others doom-
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A low rumbling growl rose from Summer's throat, and there was no play in it. He stalked forward, all teeth and hot eyes. Meera stepped between the wolf and her brother, spear in hand.
The Reed siblings as depicted in the Finnish special edition of A Clash of Kings illustrated by Petri Hiltunen.
Listening to the A Clash of Kings audiobook and drawing all my fav characters 🐸🍃🐢🐛🌳🍏🐊🪲
A Song of Ice and Fire (Books 1-4)
By Vonsiakira
“He always slept better with the great white wolf beside him; there was comfort in the smell of him, and welcome warmth in that shaggy pale fur,” - Jon VII, A Clash of Kings
People who say “Theon isn’t a Greyjoy he’s one of the Starks bc his family cast him aside and he grew up in the North” and people who say “Theon is a Greyjoy not a Stark he was just a hostage and his betrayal was justified” are both equally WRONG because both families treated him like shit and he was only part of their family’s to them when it was convenient and neither deserve him.
Nobody:
Davos in ACOK: me wife isa sagittarius
part 2 in my series of “why did you word it that way”
“Her father had hunted boar in the wolfswood with Robb and Jon. Once he even took Bran, but never Arya, even though she was older. Septa Mordane said boar hunting was not for ladies, and Mother only promised that when she was older she might have her own hawk. She was older now, but if she had a hawk she’d eat it.” -ACOK-Arya V