#Bran Willowing

[mrsthunderkin]

Its my favorite FAVORITE thing to draw Sam next to taller characters

He's just so LITTLE

Hare and Bran being fangirls is also my favorite

[campanula-istme]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65879992

When I wake up this morning, it’s just a few minutes before Bran’s alarm goes off, calling us to our duty in the bakery beneath our room. For a moment, I panic, it’s not usual for me to wake up alone in the bed I share with my brothers. But then I remember: it’s the 4th of July.

I’m surprised by the lack of nightmares. Last year, I woke up drenched in sweat, and Rye had to calm me down.

———————— what if Peeta Mellark is reaped when he is just 13? What if he has to go to arena with someone close?

Hi this is my second fanfic, English is not my first language so if there is anything wrong tell me but I won’t apologise. I learned it just year and half ago ;))

I got inspired by fanfic called forest fire by folkfrog and it’s really awesome, also its bit inspired by fact called the victorious so check that to ;)

[littlemarianah]

Katniss is canonically an doting mother.

She has no problem carrying them as many times as they ask. Never ignore them when they are crying and never get angry when they're acting like children. She doesn't care about wet beds or glasses of juice spilled on the table.

Peeta finds it a little strange at the beginning. He was raise with punishment for the smallest accidents. His parents were never very affectionate with any of their children.

One day Katniss is tying Willow's shoes and he says something like "It's time to do it yourself, young lady"

"Take your time, Willow" Katniss say.

Which makes Peeta reflect. It reminds him of all the times he walked to school with his shoes untied because no adult wanted to tie them for him. It reminds him of how he used to be punished for his dirt-stained shoelaces when he came home from school.

When Rye wets the bed at almost five years old, Peeta's first instinct is to warn him, but Katniss says it first:

"Maybe we should drink less water before going to sleep"

Which reminds Peeta of how angry his mother would get when he wet the bed. The first time he remember being physically punished was after an incident like this . Remember how after that he tried to hide the wet bed with blankets and pillows and never spoke to anyone again.

And how Rye, in contrast, would wake him up in the middle of the night saying, "Daddy, I did it again." And Peeta let him sleep between him and Katniss instead of him lying in the wet bed like Peeta did when he was a child.

He shares some of these feelings with Katniss and she makes and he realizes how dysfunctional his family was. And how difficult it is not to repeat the same mistakes.

Peeta felt triggered when one of his children cried... He remembered how much worse it was for him if he cried. But Willow was only six years old and it was normal to cry like that, Peeta learned to wipe away her tears and teach her to regulate her emotions.

One day he caught her stealing some coins from the bakery's cash register. He stopped in complete shock looking at her. He felt fear spread through his body. He remember that it was for this reason that his mother beat his older brother. She took a wooden spoon from the kitchen and hit his hands fourteen times. The number of letters that are in the phrase "I shouldn't steal".

She made Peeta and his middle brother watch. Remember Bran's face turning red as he held back tears and spelled "s-t-e-a-l". When his father came home and saw Bran's hands red at dinner time he didn't ask what happened. Remember hearing Bran cry at bedtime that night.

He felt afraid for Willow.

"What are you doing?"

"I just want to buy some gum on the way to school" she said innocently, not seeming to realize the problem.

"You shouldn't take the coins from there. These money are from the bakery. If you want money to buy something you should ask me or your mother"

She returned the coins to the cash register and nodded.

One day Peeta realized that his children saw no other purpose for a wooden spoon other than stirring the food in the pan.

[celiastjamesoscar]

Clean

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: when Natasha comes back hurt from a mission, she lets you clean her wounds.

Warnings: fluff, light cussing, mentions of sex, jokes about kidnapping, reader being a menace

My Masterlist

Word Count: 3.6K

AN: this is probably the softest fic I have ever written 💀

The sound of soft footsteps echoed throughout the compound as Natasha made her way into the kitchen. She quietly opened a cabinet and grabbed a bowl along with the box of Raisin Bran. She set the bowl down on the island before moving to the fridge and grabbing some milk, and then she made herself a bowl of cereal.

Today had been one of the rougher missions she's been on; it was supposed to be a simple bag and grab, but Hydra agents had gotten the drop on them, and she came back battered and bruised. Along with the bruises, Natasha had minor cuts littering her body, and a small jolt of pain ran through her body every time she moved.

You had warned Natasha not to go on the mission; it sounded too easy. And now, as she sat on the couch and rewatched her comfort episodes of New Girl, she wished that she had listened to you. You were always the wiser one in the relationship, and Natasha sometimes hated that about you. You would always try and talk her out of doing risky missions and she rarely listened to you. She was scared to face your wrath, so she wasted as much time as possible before entering your shared bedroom.

You had joined the Avengers as a surgeon; you were one of the country's best and met Natasha during one of her missions. She was undercover at a bar in Italy when she saw you.

It was a rowdy Friday night, and Natasha’s target was at the same bar. You had accidentally bumped into her, causing her to ruin her dress, and naturally, she was bitchy with you for it. You ushered out a plethora of apologies; you told her that you were only here because your friend had dragged you here but then left once she found someone to hook up with, causing you to be stressed, and that’s why you accidentally ran into her.

You bought her a drink as an apology, and she gladly accepted it. You wanted to talk to her, but she told you she had some business to take care of once she saw her target leave the building.

“See you in a minute, yeah?” She asked once she finished her drink and placed her hand on your arm, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Of course,” you replied, smiling as you watched the redhead leave the bar. Natasha was a willow, and she bent right to your wind, begging you to take her hand and meet her after dark.

Naturally, you didn’t see the woman again, and you felt ashamed for getting your hopes up. Eventually, you saw Natasha again in the same bar, and this time, she bought you a drink. The two of you conversed back and forth about your lives, even though you suspected she wasn’t telling you the whole truth about her job.

“I do background checks at the Smithsonian Museum in Washington,” Natasha said as she sipped her drink. You lightly laughed at her words but didn’t pry; you knew she was lying because her forest-green eyes refused to meet yours for over three seconds. You told her that you were a surgeon at one of the hospitals in New York City, and when she asked what specialty you are, you told her trauma.

The pair talked into the hours of the night, and when it came time to leave, Natasha asked you for your number, and you happily gave it to her. You spent one more week with Natasha before you returned to New York, and it was the best week of your life. You went on lunch dates with her every day she was free, and you quickly bonded with the woman.

When it came time for you to leave, you kissed Natasha’s cheek as you stood outside her apartment with a bouquet of lavender and violets. “I’m heading back to New York at 3 today, and I just wanted to say goodbye before I left,” you said with a smile, but your eyes had pain in them as you handed Natasha her flowers. She smiled at them and welcomed you into her apartment while she put them in flowers. The apartment was bare of any photos except a few that you could tell were of a fake family near the fireplace in the living room.

Take-out containers were in the trash can, while the fridge had a scarce amount of food in it. You weren’t naïve; all the signs you had picked up on that Natasha was a spy. You had dipped your toes in this line of work before; you had worked with Interpol for a year and a half before switching to medicine, so you knew all the signs.

When Natasha returned after putting the flowers in a vase, she invited you to watch a movie with her until your flight, and you gladly accepted it. When the clock hit one, you pulled your head up from Natasha’s lap and grabbed your things. “See you in a minute, Natasha,” you said as you kissed her cheek again and disappeared down the hallway.

Naturally, when Natasha returned to the States, she ran your name across all kinds of databases, and eventually, she found you. She read your file a dozen times: graduated high school as the valedictorian with enough college credit to be an incoming sophomore, finished a year early in criminal Justice, and soon worked with Interpol as a spy. You spent 18 months with Interpol before an injury threw you out, and that’s when you switched to medicine.

Just like high school, you graduated at the top of your class and got an internship at one of the best prestigious hospitals in the country. You’ve been there for roughly a year now, but you were one of the best residents there.

You weren’t even back home for three weeks when an agent from SHIELD asked you if you would like a job offer at Stark Tower. At first, you were a bit shocked at the offer, but when you entered the first floor of the Stark Building, and you saw your redhead, you knew it was her doing.

“It’s nice to see you again,” Natasha said with a sly grin as she led you through the luxurious building and toward a room with ‘T. Stark’ on the name mantle beside the door. You give her a questioning look before entering the room. “Good luck,” Natasha said gently before leaving you alone with the genius, billionaire, playboy, and philanthropist.

The interview went well, aside from the fact that Tony kept hitting on you, and you were offered the job of a head surgeon. The salary was definitely an increase, and it had much better benefits than your old job, plus, you would get to see Natasha a lot more, so of course you took the offer.

One week into your new job and Natasha asked you on a date. It was nothing fancy; a picnic date on the top of Stark Tower, but you would be lying if it weren’t the best date you’d ever been on. You two talked and drank a bottle of Dom Perignon deep into the night, and when it was time to go your separate ways, Natasha pulled you into a soft and gentle kiss. It’s been eight months since Natasha started calling you hers, and she’s never been happier.

However, as she recalls all the happy memories since the start of your beautiful and gentle relationship, she gets called back into reality when she hears soft footsteps echo off the walls. She held her breath and prepared for the scolding that she would inevitably receive, but to her surprise, it was Wanda up looking for a light night snack. “Trouble in paradise?” Wanda asked as she grabbed her own stash of pop-tarts; no one dared to mess with Thor’s.

Natasha sighed at Wanda’s words; the poor girl was on the same mission as her, and Wanda knew how badly Natasha was banged up. “No, I just know that Y/N is going to have my head when she sees how bad it is,” Natasha said with a defeated sigh as Wanda walked over to her.

The Sokovian placed her hand on Natasha’s shoulder and gently squeezed it, “I wish you the best of luck with your lady; may your survival be long,” Wanda joked as she walked off.

“May your death be quick,” Natasha mumbled under her breath once Wanda left the room. She finished up her cereal and cleaned the bowl and spoon before she tipped-toed to your shared bedroom. The Russian quietly opened the door and gently climbed into bed, wrapping her arms around your waist and pulling you into her. You sighed at the contact before subconsciously nudging your head into your girlfriend’s neck.

“Where were you?” You mumbled into the crook of Natasha’s neck before kissing her clothed collarbone. “I had an amazing day, love. I’m so glad you asked,” Natasha joked as she pulled you closer and kissed the top of your head.

You groaned at Natasha’s words before nudging your head against the redhead’s chest. “Life360 said you got home an hour ago, Nat. So where were you?” You asked as sleep left your body. Natasha knew that this conversation could go one of two ways: she could be honest with you and have you scold her, or she could lie and have you not find out until training in the morning and then have you scold her. “I'm cheating on you,” Natasha lied.

“Seriously, Natasha? I'm not going to fall for that,” you stated. The last time she had pulled that was when she snuck out at midnight to watch Barbie with Clint. When she told you she was cheating on you, you went ballistic; you were on the verge of throwing her off a cliff until you saw a pink box in her purse backpack.

“Natasha, what’s this?” You had asked as you made your way over toward her bag. She tried to stop you, but you were too quick, and you pulled out a Barbie doll from its box. “Did you go watch Barbie without me?”

“Y/N, I love you so much, but this was the only time Clint could go with me. You are so beautiful,” Natasha said while making her way over to you. “I bought you the Barbie and car the theater was selling.”

You scoffed at Natasha’s words before setting the Barbie down on your dresser along with the car. “I want to wrap my hands around your neck and not let go, but I’m going to let it slide: on one condition,” you stated as you walked back to Natasha and stopped before her.

“Yes, anything.”

“I get to be on bottom for a week, no questions asked.”

“Deal.”

See, Natasha was one of those people who will lie only when the truth sounds like a lie, and you quickly found that out after that incident.

Pulling back from the memory, Natasha wrapped her arms around you tighter and whispered, “Promise me you won’t get mad?”

“Depends on what it is,” you replied. Natasha took a deep breath and kissed your head once and then twice before speaking, “The mission went a little south today, but I’m okay.”

At the mention of the mission going wrong, you pushed yourself up and the bed and turned on the lamp next to the bed. “What happened, Natasha? Are you alright? I swear to god if someone hurt you,” you trailed off at the end at the thought of losing your lover. “I’m fine, detka. Don’t worry,” Natasha replied as she gently grabbed your hands at the hems of her shirt.

“Natasha,” you warned as your eyes pierced the other soul; she knew you could be intense, especially regarding her safety and well-being. The Russian groaned at your words before allowing you to take her shirt off, and her heart broke at the small gasp that left your lips.

“I told you it’s not bad,” Natasha joked as you pulled her into the bathroom and flipped on the lights. You motioned for her to sit on the sink while you looked through the cabinets for a first aid kit. Now that you were in better lighting, you could see all the cuts and bruises that littered your other half’s body. There was hardly enough skin that wasn't either turning a dark purple or that didn’t have a cut on it; you didn’t know whether to scold her for being so reckless or to cherish her for still being here with you.

Deciding to go with both, you gently cupped Natasha’s cheeks and pulled her into a loving kiss expressing all your love for her. She kissed you back as she wrapped her arms around your waist and slid off the sink. “I love you,” Natasha murmured against your lips as her breath fanned your lips. You kissed the words and pulled back, “I love you too, but I cannot believe you got this hurt and didn’t tell me about it! Now, get back on the sink so I can take care of you,” you said as you opened the first aid kit.

You grabbed some peroxide and put it on a cotton ball before gently pressing it against a cut on Natasha’s lower abdomen. Natasha hissed at the sting and gripped the sink’s edge as she groaned. “I told you to be careful,” you remarked as you set the cotton ball down and put some Neosporin on a bandit. “Yeah, yeah,” Natasha mumbled.

“Tell you what, for every cut I clean up, you get a kiss?” You proposed as you gently placed the bandit on Natasha’s cut. The redhead smiled at this proposition and tried to pull you into another kiss, but you put a finger to her lips, stopping her advances, “Nuh-uh, you’ve already gotten yours for this cut.”

The woman threw her hand back and groaned at your words, “Why do you hate me?” She exclaimed. You scoffed at her words as you grabbed another cotton ball and put peroxide on it, “I don’t hate you; I’m just not letting you bend the rules,” you said with a playful smile as you ignored how Natasha mumbled something under her breath.

When you placed the cotton ball on a cut near Natasha’s collarbone, applying more pressure than needed, she hissed and pushed you away from her, “Ow! What the fuck was that?!”

You rolled your eyes at Natasha’s comment before grabbing her shoulder with your left hand to keep her in place as you pressed the ball back onto her skin. “Stop being a baby, Nat, and let me clean your wounds,” you replied with a slight chuckle, causing Natasha to smack your arm. “Hey! Do not hit me, you little shit!”

“Don’t call me a baby, then!” Natasha retorted, refusing to let you clean her wounds again. You scoffed at her words and put the first aid kit back in the cabinet, and walked off to bed, “Fine, then. If you aren’t going to let me take care of you, I guess you just have to have Doctor Lee take care of you.”

Natasha froze at the mention of Doctor Lee. She’s only been to him once since you started working here, and she hated every second of it. You had the day off and were having dinner with a friend when you got a call from Natasha.

“Excuse me for a second,” you said to your friend while exiting the dining table. “What’s up, my love?” You asked when you stepped outside the restaurant and answered the phone. You had expected Natasha to ask if you would pick her up some food or maybe even ask if she could top tonight, but you didn’t expect her to scream in Russian about Doctor Lee. You had picked up a little Russian just from being around Natasha, so you knew the basic of what had happened: she had gotten a small cut on a mission that required stitches, and Lee made the cut worse, so Natasha had to get more stitches than needed and Lee complained about how rude Natasha was to her face.

Doctor Lee was a grumpy older man but was the best doctor you had ever worked with, so everyone put up with his attitude. You listened to Natasha rant about him for another five minutes before you interrupted her, “Natasha, I love you so much, but I’m going to need to get back to Kate before she thinks I left her,” you said with a small laugh when you heard Natasha groan. “Fine, let’s just hope I don’t bleed out all over our floor, and you have to clean it up,” she replied in an upset tone.

You rolled your eyes at her comment as you walked back into the restaurant, “you will be fine until I get back. If it’s that bad, I’m sure Lee can help you again.”

“He’s the one who got me into this mess!” Natasha yelled into the phone.

“Ah, so it must have been him who stabbed you then?”

The phone was silent for a few seconds before Natasha replied, “Yes.”

“Oh my god, you leave that poor man alone! He’s brilliant,” you said as you sat down at your table and across from Kate, who sent you a knowing smile. She was friends with Natasha’s sister, and she knew that the sisters shared a similar trait of exaggerating things.

“Just because he’s smart doesn’t mean he’s a good person,” Natasha retorted.

“I guess you’re right. I’ll talk to you when I get home, okay? I love you.”

“That’s if I don’t bleed out and die,” Natasha mumbled into the phone before adding with excitement, “I love you too,” before hanging up.

Natasha shook off the painful memory when she heard you get into bed and shut off the lamp. “Hey, Y/N. Wait,” Natasha said as she walked into the bedroom and sat beside you, touching your hip. “Please don’t make me go to Lee.”

You rolled over and faced Natasha, your face heating up as her hand was now on your lower abdomen, and you had to fight back your thoughts. “Are you going to complain?” You questioned. Natasha shook her head and prayed that you would finish cleaning her wounds; she would rather die than return to Lee. “Okay,” you said as you moved from the bed and walked back into the bathroom with Natasha on your heels.

“Do I still get kisses for every cut cleaned?” Natasha asked as she sat on the sink. “Maybe, if you behave,” you replied with a playful smirk as you got out the first aid kit again.

You repeated the same actions with the cotton ball as you did moments earlier and lightly pressed it onto a small cut on Natasha’s shoulder. “Do you remember when we first met?” Natasha asked randomly as you placed a bandaid on her cut. “Mhm,” you replied as you quickly kissed the Russian’s lips, holding up to your end of the deal, “the bar in Italy.”

“Yeah, but do you remember when we met again in the bar?”

You weren’t quite sure where Natasha was going with this, but you wanted to play along. “Of course. Why do you ask?”

The redhead hissed when she felt the sting of peroxide seep into her cut as you pressed the cotton against her skin. You noticed how her eyes looked everywhere but you and how she played with her fingers in her lap; she was nervous about something, and you had no idea why. “I went to that bar every single night after I first saw you,” Natasha admitted after you placed another bandaid on her.

You laughed at her words and her nervousness. “Natasha, you literally stalked me and basically kidnapped me after knowing me for a week! Why are you so nervous to admit you also stalked the bar looking for me?”

“I did not stalk you!” Natasha defended, “I just missed you so much; I searched everywhere for you and didn’t stop until I found you. And I didn’t kidnap you. You were 24 years old!”

“Mhm, if you say so, you can still kidnap an adult,” you replied as you threw away the ball and kissed Natasha again, “that looks like all the serious ones.”

Natasha frowned at your comment; she didn’t enjoy you cleaning the cuts, but she wanted the reward of your kisses. “No, I think I have some more on my back,” your girlfriend replied.

You pulled her off the sink by her hands and turned her around; there were tiny cuts over her back and some light bruises, but nothing that needed cleaning. You pressed your pointer finger into a bruise that was turning purple, “nope, looks good.”

The pain that shot through Natasha’s back when you dug your finger into her bruise was something she would never forget; she would be on her deathbed and still remember that feeling. She ducked away from your finger and turned around, “What the fuck is wrong with you?! That hurt!”

“That’s what you get for ‘adultnapping’ me,” you replied as you put up the first aid kit and left the bathroom. The older woman was right on your heels after turning off the lights, “Don’t act like it wasn’t the best crime ever.”

The sound of laughter bounced around the room as you climbed into bed and opened your arms for Natasha, and she quickly crawled into your grasp, laying her head on your chest. “We were jet-set; Bonnie and Clyde, huh?” You replied and placed a kiss on Natasha's head. “Mhm. I’m just glad you didn’t turn me in for the crime,” Natasha mumbled against your collarbone as sleep slowly took her.

“Of course not, my love,” you replied as you kissed Natasha’s head and rubbed her back as sleep consumed you; slowly drifting off with the love of your life in your arms.

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AN: I rushed this and I kinda hate it but oh well 💀

[belladonnafeli]

The Romanticism of ASOIAF

The idea that ASOIAF is "nihilistic" and that the message should be that nothing matters and the world is terrible, therefore caring and being kind is pointless is a fundamental misunderstanding of the story. George himself says that his favorite characters are the heroes “My own heroes are the dreamers, those men and women who tried to make the world a better place than when they found it, whether in small ways or great ones. Some succeeded, some failed, most had mixed results… but it is the effort that’s heroic, as I see it. ” The romance of the story. Chivalry, courtesy, courage, being good in spite of evil. Being good because of evil. These are the fundamentals of A Song of Ice and Fire. “We’re here for a short time and we should be conscious of our own mortality, but the important thing is that love, compassion and empathy with other human beings is still possible! Even laughter in the face of death…The struggle to make the world a better place…We have things like war, murder, rape…Horrible things that still exist, but we dont have to accept them, we can fight the good fight.”GRRM, Ideas At The House

Some examples of this are exemplified by characters such as Brienne. Briennes’ belief in doing good regardless of whether or not she benefits from it is inspiring. No chance, No choice is obviously extremely heroic. “Willow stepped out into the rain, a crossbow in her hands. The girl was shouting at the riders, but a clap of thunder rolled across the yard, drowning out her words. As it faded, Brienne heard the man in the Hound's helm say, "Loose a quarrel at me and I'll shove that crossbow up your cunt and fuck you with it. Then I'll pop your fucking eyes out and make you eat them." The fury in the man's voice drove Willow back a step, trembling. Seven, Brienne thought again, despairing. She had no chance against seven, she knew. No chance, and no choice. She stepped out into the rain, Oathkeeper in hand. "Leave her be. If you want to rape someone, try me." AFFC Chapter 37 This is exactly the kind of chivalry George is in love with. Her chivalry, courtesy and courage inspire someone like Jaime, a man who has lost his way due to his family, his own carelessness and his mental health. Now this isn't to make it seem like Jaime is a man with zero faults. As evidenced by him pushing Bran out of a window. But focusing only on Jamies worst moment does a disservice to his greatest act, the one act he is reviled for. Killing mad king Aerys. He is the one who hears Rhaellas cries. The cries that continue to haunt him, well past her death.

Now personally I want to talk about the moments that provide Compassion, Empathy, and Courage. Courage- Theon, specifically Theon in regards to Jeyne Poole. Theon has done terrible things and I am not trying to absolve him of any of those things. If I did he would be a significantly less interesting character and his next act which I'm about to bring up wouldn't be as powerful. There is something to be said about the Theon/Jeyne plotline that really touches me. Everyone in the North wants to save “Ned’s girl”. Everyone wants to save Arya Stark. But part of why they want to save her is because of who she is attached to in terms of her father and what Arya's status is in society as a highborn lady. Theon is the only person who knows that “Arya” isn’t actually Arya, but Jeyne Poole. And I feel as though there's something to be said here. There are probably hundreds if not thousands of women and girls who go through what Jeyne is going through, but how many of them are going to actually be saved? How many of them will be remembered? How many of them will be forgotten? To me there is something very heartwarming that the one person who knows who Jeyne really is, is the person saving her.

He’s not saving her because she’s Ned Stark's daughter, or because she’s some high lord's daughter. He’s saving her because even though he's been traumatized beyond belief and he’s terrified, he knows that it is the right thing to do. And with what he’s been through, when it comes to Ramsey, what he does is so very courageous. And it inspires that hope and heroism that George RR Martin is writing about.

Next a moment that is extremely popular and also iconic is when Daenerys decides to free the slaves of Astapor. Something that isn't brought up very often I feel is that when Daenerys does this she’s nervous. Her heart is pounding. And it takes me back to the beginning of the story with Ned and Bran. When Bran asks if someone who is afraid can be brave? And Ned says the iconic response that we all know. “That is the only time a man can be brave” There are a plethora of moments of chivalry, honor and courage. When Brienne follows Lady Catelyn because she has “woman's kind of courage” it hit me because a lot of stories, especially ones where a mother is a character in a medieval setting, tend to fall into one of two categories. Pure, saintly, and all good or evil, terrible nasty stepmother trope. Essentially the madonna/whore complex, but Brienne recognizes the courage and strength in a woman like Catelyn in this society which doesn't value the strength of women. In a story where Brienne says “Women die in childbirth and no one sings songs about them.” She sees Catelyns strength and I think that’s beautiful.

sorry for the ranting 😭

[inkandarsenic]

☆INK'S ASOIAF OCS☆

☆pt. 2☆

Arwyn

fc: Ruby Cruz as Kit Tanthalos in Willow

Arwyn is a wildling who managed to get past the Wall and has been hiding living in a village in Umber lands for a few months. When the call for the banners goes out, Arwyn cuts her hair short and pretends to be a boy named Andren and goes with the soldiers, thinking that no one is going to question where a random lowborn soldier came from. She's good with daggers but frankly abysmal with a sword. While trying to escape the weight of his crown, Robb takes it upon himself to teach Andren how to be less terrible at sword work, and they become friends. Robb eventually realizes he's a little bit in love with his friend and has a bit of a panic because he thinks Arwyn is a man. Sort of a Mulan au I guess.

Elyse Cerwyn

fc: Vittoria Puccini as Elisa Scalzi

Elyse is Robb's wife he married a few months before calling his banners and going to war. They'd been betrothed since they were children, but Robb had always been reluctant to marry her -- he sort of saw it as just another thing his station demanded of him, and resented that he'd never get to marry someone he chose, and therefore never really took the time to get to know her? Robb is kinda... not great for a lot of this one ngl -- and was fine leaving her behind when he left for war. Elyse becomes really close friends with Osha since the two of them and Luwin are basically raising Bran and Rickon while everyone else is gone, and the people of Winterfell love their Lady Stark. When Theon takes Winterfell, Elyse goes south to Riverrun and Robb while the boys and Osha go North to Jon. When she gets there, she learns that Robb has taken a lover (Talisa) and everyone with him defers to her as his queen, which Robb does nothing to stop. Elyse is pretty much left to her own devices and has no guard, and spends almost all of her time outside the grounds of Riverrun, on multiple occasions not coming back for days at a time. She's my artist oc, who loses track of time drawing in the woods a lot. Her hands are almost perpetually stained with ink, and she's close with Jon, he was her first kiss and she sends most of her drawings to him except the ones of Robb.

Rhaelle Targaryen

fc: Alicia Agneson as Princess Katia in Vikings

Rhaelle is Dany's half sister. Rhaella lived through Dany's birth, and she, Viserys and Dany managed to escape Dragonstone and ended up on Driftmark. Lord Velaryon got Rhaella pregnant almost immediately -- he made her sleep with him as "payment" for harboring them -- and when Rhaella died in childbirth, he tried to hand all three kids over to Robert. Before that could happen, they were smuggled off to Essos. Viserys, having been crowned king, refuses to declare Rhaelle a bastard he never really lets her forget it though and names Rhaelle for his mother, despite Rhaelle not having the traditional Targaryen looks -- she is almost never called Rhaelle though, since Viserys decides after a few years that it's too close to their mother's name and so calls her Rhae. Since Viserys hates Daenerys for looking like Rhaella and hates Rhaelle for being what killed Rhaella, the girls grow up very close. When they goes to Westeros and Dany takes the Iron Throne, she agrees to let the North remain an independent kingdom, so long as the alliance is sealed with the marriage of her sister to the King, Robb Stark -- everything Dany has heard and seen of him points to Robb being a good man, and she wants her sister safe from the other lords in Westeros demanding her hand. Rhae is somewhat reluctant to be in the cold North so far from Dany, but she loves her sister and she has Rhaegal with her, so she agrees. Unfortunately for Rhae, Robb is only unwed because he's never moved on from his first wife, Talisa. Robb doesn't want this marriage, and the North hates the idea of a Targaryen queen, and Rhae is shut out and shunned despite her attempts to connect with Robb and his people. Rhae is warm and kind, but has a spine of cold steel in her when she feels she needs to -- hardly ever in defense of herself. She loves her sister and her dragon more than anything, and will endure just about anything for Dany. She's fairly good at being a queen because she's learned from and helped Dany in Essos. I talked about her storyline in a couple asks to Snow: here here and here, though at that point it was still an xreader idea lol

Aletheia Rivers

born to a Riverlands mother and a Dornish father. Raised by her mother who is a brothel worker and refuses to move to Dorne, with frequent visits from her father who does love her and want the best for her. Her father is the one who encourages her singing and dancing, and gifts her a lyre. Ally runs away after her father dies and joins a traveling minstrel troupe. She's flirty and has slept with multiple people at various places the troupe has performed, but has never really felt like she's ever fallen in love. She also has a habit of her mouth running ahead of her brain and coming off disrespectful. She meets KitN Jon when her troupe comes to Winterfell for Sansa's nameday, and Jon becomes infatuated with the pretty girl who sings and doesn't treat him like he’s so far above her.

part one

[atopvisenyashill]

do you have any specific fancasts for ndn!starks?

step into my office

Brandon Stark -> Dakota Beavers. Stark look, long face, very handsome. purposefully chose a younger fc since he dies young.

Ned Stark -> Eric Schweig. This is my GOAT everyone pls go watch Big Eden

Benjen Stark -> Tokala Black Elk. Bran briefly gets himself mixed up with Benjen (and it’s funny to me that he focuses on Benjen having longer hair and not that ya know his own hair is RED) when he’s weirwood watching so I have decided this means Benjen & Bran resemble each other in the face.

Lyanna Stark -> Isabella Star LaBlanc. I like when Arya & Lyanna both have just Slightly chubby cheeks to set them apart from the fam. Lil rascals gang.

Robb Stark -> Benjamin Wadsworth. I have never once in my life found a Robb FC that matches the Robb in my mind.

Sansa Stark -> Willow Allen. she’s too old but i love her for being very Whentish with her sharp cheekbones

Arya Stark -> kiawentiio tarbell. she’s baby!!!!!!

Bran Stark -> Paul-Dylan Ivalu. this is my new bran face i’m obsessed with this kid he was in a handful of canadian movies in the mid to late 2000s

Rickon Stark -> Random Child On Pinterest. the important thing is that he has the brightest reddest cheeks you have ever seen on a child. his cheeks are tully red constantly.

Jon Snow -> Asivak Koostachin. he’s too old but that’s jon!!!!! asivak pls do more movies with long hair!!!!!!!!!!

[jackoshadows]

"No," she said, "that's Sansa." - Eddard, AGoT

It's skillful the way GRRM sets up a situation with Sansa and then subverts with Arya in the books.

First, Robert Baratheon wants a redo of his relationship with Lyanna Stark by fixing a marriage between Sansa and Joffrey. Except Joffrey is not really his son and the marriage ends up not happening.

Meanwhile Ned (and several other characters including Bran with his visions) compares Arya to Lyanna in terms of looks and personalities in the text of the story. And it's Arya who has the love of both Robert and Rhaegar's sons Gendry and Jon Snow.

Secondly, it's the way the Southerners see Sansa as the key to the North. From the Lannisters to the Tyrells and even Littlefinger in the Vale, all plotting to marry Sansa off for her claim.

Meanwhile, it's Arya Stark for whom the North is rising up and waging war. Arya Stark for whom the LC of the NW has broken his oaths. Arya Stark whom the King Beyond the Wall/Abel the Bard was trying to steal out of Winterfell. Arya Stark whom Stannis Baratheon has promised Jon Snow that he will save.

While unbeknownst to the south and even LF, Robb Stark has written a decree that disinherits Sansa and Jon Snow supports Stannis as King even as he vows to never let Sansa Lannister get Winterfell while he lives.

And thirdly, even with Jaime sending off Brienne to find Sansa (because he and everyone else assumes that Arya is dead), we see Brienne following in Arya's footsteps through the Riverlands, meeting the same side characters. She meets Gendry and Willow Heddle who is a stand in for Arya with similar characteristics and Hyle Hunt even ships them together! And the constant references to the great big wolf pack hunting in the Riverlands - we know who that is!

All this is subtle and yet build up steadily over five books. And Arya has not returned to Westeros yet and still GRRM has several plots revolving around the character. Can't wait to read what happens when she actually gets back as Arya Stark in TWoW.

[queenbeyondthewall]

Winter comes for all of us, Catelyn thought. For me, it came when Ned died.

Spirit of my silence, I can hear you But I'm afraid to be near you

She gazed down at the bones that were all that remained of her lord and love. "Now leave me, all of you. I would be alone with Ned tonight."

And I don't know where to begin

She could see her reflection in the breastplate, gazing back at her as if from the bottom of a deep green pond. The face of a drowned woman, Catelyn thought. Can you drown in grief?

I lost my strength completely

"Mad," someone said, "she's lost her wits," and someone else said, "Make an end," and a hand grabbed her scalp just as she'd done with Jinglebell, and she thought, No, don't, don't cut my hair, Ned loves my hair. 

Oh, be near me, tired old mare With the wind in your hair

"I loved a maid as red as autumn," Rymund sang, "with sunset in her hair." Catelyn never noticed when the singing ended.

Amethyst and flowers on the table Is it real or a fable?

"There's a song," he remembered. "'Jenny of Oldstones, with the flowers in her hair.'" "We're all just songs in the end. If we are lucky." She had played at being Jenny that day, had even wound flowers in her hair. 

We all know how this will end

"It will not last," Catelyn answered, sadly. "Because they are the knights of summer, and winter is coming."

What is that song you sing for the dead?

Blood ran hot over her fingers. His little bells were ringing, ringing, ringing, and the drum went boom doom boom.

I see the signal searchlight strike me In the window of my room

"I keep remembering the Stark words. Winter has come, Father. For me. For me." 

Well, I've got nothing to prove

"Hang them," she croaked.

I forgive you, mother, I can hear you

She was always looking for her mother, stumbling through a wasted land of mud and blood and fire. It was always raining in that dream, and she could hear her mother screaming.

And I long to be near you But every road leads to an end

"I want my girls back, I want Robb to lay down his sword and pick some homely daughter of Walder Frey to make him happy and give him sons. I want Bran and Rickon back, I want ..."  Catelyn hung her head. "I want," she said once more, and then her words were gone.

Your apparition passes through me in the willows

"I dreamt of a roaring river and a woman that was a fish. Dead she drifted, with red tears on her cheeks, but when her eyes did open, oh, I woke from terror."

Five red hens You'll never see us again

"I had five children. Now I have three."

You'll never see us again

I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.

Death with Dignity, Sufjan Stevens // A Clash Of Kings, George R. R. Martin // A Storm Of Swords, George R. R. Martin // A Feast For Crows, George R. R. Martin

[orange-cheetah]

Yanagida Jien (柳田慈円) Character Profile

Bofurin | Tamon Unit Secondary | 3rd Year

School: Furin High 3-1

Height: 182cm | Weight: 72kg | Birthday: 18 June | Constellation: Gemini | Blood type: A

Image colour: Willow [#ADCA80 - see below]

Likes: Smell of incense | Dislikes: Vehicles in general (gets dizzy easily)

Favourite food: Nukazuke [1] | Disliked food: Kimchi

Fashion style: Dresses like Jason Statham [2]

Hobby: Sutra copying

Favourite season: Spring | Favourite music genre: Psychedelic

Best subject: Classical literature | Worst subject: English

Special skill: Sutra chanting

Dream: Funny monk [「面白いお坊さん」 - if anyone knows what this means please let me know! ><]

Recent W (or L): Went to a test of courage at the graveyard even though he comes from a temple family; his father found out and got mad at him

Favourite place in Makochi: School

What they always do in the morning: Cleaning

[1] Nukazuke (糠漬け) is a type of Japanese preserved food, made by fermenting vegetables in rice bran (nuka), developed in the 17th century.

Almost any vegetable may be preserved using this technique, although some common varieties include eggplants, daikon, cabbage, carrots, and cucumbers. The taste of nukazuke can vary from pleasantly tangy to very sour, salty and pungent, depending on the methods and recipe used or region, usually with a crispy, crunchy texture. Less common are fish nukazuke, found in the north part of Japan, using sardine, mackerel, puffer fish roe, or Japanese horse mackerel. (wikipedia)

[2] Jason Statham is an English actor and martial artist. He is known for portraying characters in various action-thriller films who are typically tough, gritty, or violent. Statham has been credited for leading the resurgence of action films during the 2000s and 2010s. (wikipedia)

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[masterlist]

[cityandking]

oc name meanings

tagged by: nobody but I wanted to do this tagging: everyone!

Anticlea Willoweep

Anticlea — the Latinized feminine form of Antikles, which comes from Greek ἀντί (anti) meaning "against, compared to, like" and κλέος (kleos) meaning "glory." this was the name of Odysseus’ mother Willoweep — as in a weeping willow

Branwen ar Calagri

Branwen — “beautiful raven” from the Old Welsh bran (raven) and gwen (fair/white/blessed). named for her hair ar Calagri — invented. ar is a nobiliary particle; at some point back in the day there was a noble house of Calagri. there are no true nobles under the Empress's rule, but the echoes remain

Caesonius Verna

Caesonius — derived from Latin caesius meaning "blue-grey" in reference to the color of his eyes Verna — from Latin verna in reference to a house slave. a name he chose himself as he rose in power and position so that the mages of the magisterium would not forget where he came from

Enikö Csonka

Enikö — an invented name by a 19th century Hungarian poet, but the root is in Enéh, a Turkic term for a young deer Csonka — “maimed” or “mutilated” in Hungarian

Daichi Amelkiir

Daichi — from Japanese 大 (dai) meaning “great” and 地 (chi) meaning “earth” or “land.” pretty straightforward for an earth genasi. there’s also the 智 (chi) alternative, which means “wisdom” or “intellect” which likewise fitting for a cleric Amelkiir — invented

Ghilana'len Lavellan

Ghilana'len — "fated child" or "fated one" from ghilanas meaning "fate" or "destiny" and len meaning "person" Lavellan — invented

Narayani Lavellan

Narayani — alternative form of Na'alhani, from nas meaning "soul" and alhan meaning "nature" or "wilderness" Lavellan — invented

Vesper Trevelyan

Vesper — from the Greek hesperos, meaning “evening.” named for the time of her birth (during vespers) and being the last child Trevelyan — derived from a Cornish place name meaning "homestead on the hill." fitting for a noble house from the foothills of the Vimarks

[daenystheedreamer]

Dream blunt rotation?

not a fan of smoking so i would be within the circle but merely observing. for actual fun i want arya dany sansa wylla meera willow heddle and bran jojen and missandei are invited but they just have apple juice cos they're like 11. for crazy times i want rhaenyra aerion cersei stannis bloodraven qyburn marwyn and janos slynt. janos slynt is there to die and i suspect aerion will be cooked by the end of it

[littlemarianah]

POV. Peeta

A story about Rye Mellark.

I never expected a second child...

Willow had just stopped wearing diapers. She was a happy and laughing girl. She ran around the house with loud footsteps and jumped into my lap when I came home from work.

She was a miracle. Katniss got pregnant after almost a year of trying, after more than a decade of planning. The pregnancy was slow and difficult. Katniss looked completely destroyed every time I looked at her. I thought she would be the only one.

One day Katniss looked at me and said:

"I'm ready for one more."

And I asked "one more what?"

"Kid!" She answered me in the most obvious way possible. She spoke as if I had asked for one more. She always thought I wanted to have a big family. But I never said that. I think she was the one who wanted it, but didn't have the courage to admit it.

She started having dreams about a girl with blonde hair. She told me that this time she would be just like me, since Willow was so much like her. She was sure she was going to be a girl and we were going to name her Pearl.

In her first pregnancy, she craved wild berries, game meat, and forest roots; all the food she got in the forest, but she couldn't go and get it because of her huge belly and the harsh winter before Willow was born.

This time, even before she got pregnant, she wanted sweet and soft things. Like orange cakes, cinnamon rolls and gingerbread. She made me happy when she asked me for something that she was capable of doing. I cooked everything she wanted.

It didn't take long to finally become pregnant. Pregnancy was very different than the first time.

She was constantly smiling.

Her sexual desire was uncontrollable. She would drag me into the bakery storage room or onto the living room couch when Willow was taking a nap. She vocalized like she never did. She called me names or said things I never imagined would come out of her mouth.

She hunted almost every day and always made new dishes for us. She had much more strength than before. Once she dragged an entire deer from the forest to our house. I worried about how much effort she was putting in when she was nine months pregnant.

Rye was born at almost 42 weeks, her birth took a whole day and night. He was born on one of the hottest days in August. He was so fat and chubby that Willow's newborn clothes didn't even fit him.

Katniss thought he was a lot like me. Everyone talked about how Rye was my copy. Especially when he turned into a tall, burly, blonde teenager. But I always thought he looked like his mother. Even more so than Willow, who had Katniss's long, black hair.

Rye had Katniss's brave, silver eyes. They both had eagle eyes. Suspicious and attentive to everything. He had her sharp ears. And he had his talent for hunting. His hands were definitely like mine though. Thick fingers and large palms. Great for kneading bread.

At 14, he was already taller than his sister and mother. At 16, he looked 20. I didn't want him to help me at the bakery so soon, but I was old. Carrying those bags of flour all day with just one leg was too much for me at almost 50 years old. I was too weak for that. Rye started helping me when he was 15 and was much stronger than I was at his age. He had a talent in the kitchen. His breads were always perfect.

He was handsome but shy. He looked like my brother Bran, without the heartthrob charm. The girls seemed to like him. They always showed up at the bakery and bought a single cookie just to talk to him. Even though Rye looked older, he was still just a teenager. He would shrug his shoulders, get red in the face and flee to the kitchen as soon as he could.

He never had many friends. He spoke little. He would run away from school to go to the forest like Katniss used to do. She couldn't stay mad at him for that.

"He'll learn much more in the forest than at school." she said

I always warned him, but he said it was just this time. And he ended up coming home with a basket of berries and a fox again.

Rye was growing up and different from Willow, who went to study nursing far from District 12. He didn't want to leave our side. He kept carrying the heavy bags of flour for me and going into the forest to hunt with his mother.

He was always very kind, even too much.

He always let his sister have the biggest piece of pie for dessert.

He always helped me up the stairs, my legs becoming weaker as I got older.

One day I saw him talking at the back of the bakery. He whispered and a voice whispered back. They were giggling. She was a short girl with short brown hair. She started coming almost every day. Then they talked, giggled, and she left.

Until one day, they decided to get married. They were never engaged, and no one even knew that they were seeing each other. If Katniss liked to be secretive from the world, Rye was even more so. He didn't have a wedding and only invited me, Katniss, and Willow.

He just asked me to make a small cake with white icing and raspberry jam inside.

Rye's wife, Piper, was quieter than him. She had big brown eyes and got along very well with Katniss. The two used to sing. Piper knew how to please Katniss in a way I've never seen anyone else do.

The two moved to a cabin in the middle of the forest. 20 minutes walking from our house.

Then came the first granddaughter. A girl with black hair and honey eyes. Willow delivered her niece, there wouldn't be anyone better than her to do it. Since she had been a midwife for over five years at that time.

I remember the day Piper arrived at the door of our house with her belly too big for her. Rye hammered the door with his heavy hands, almost knocking it down. She moaned and cried until Katniss held her in her arms and carried her upstairs. Willow ran out with washcloths and basins of water. We never talk much about it, but Rye said she didn't have any family besides us.

Piper was so scared. She didn't seem to scream in pain, with each contraction she screamed in fear.

"Don't worry, Piper. All births are the same." I heard Willow say.

The girl asked me and Rye to wait outside. She didn't want us in there. Me and Rye sat outside and he put his head in his knees and didn't move until the baby cried. When she screamed from there, he moaned from here.

"Daddy, do you think she's going to die?" He asked me.

"She's much stronger than you imagine." I said.

And it was true.

They were parents at such a young age. Rye was 23 and she was 22. Such a hairy and chubby girl was born.

I later discovered that Katniss's black hair was the dominant gene in the family. They had four children. All with black hair.

Katniss lived more in the cabin they had in the forest than in our own house.

She taught our grandchildren songs and songs. She told about sewing and coal mines. She talked about her father. She talked about Prim. She talked about her late Great-Grandmother Ruth, who Rye's children never got to meet. She talked about her goat Lady Di.

"Where's your leg, grandpa?" the youngest boy asked me.

"I lost it in the Games."

"What games?" He responded.

They didn't know about them. That was something I could never get used to.

When my oldest granddaughter turned 12, we cut a cake and celebrated. That year marked the 50th anniversary of the end of the war.

[denouementrpg]

What's New on Denouement? 5.27.25

Denouement is an 18+ pan/multifandom roleplay set in a unique world comprised of four distinct regions with their own quirks, charms, and troubles. We accept fandom canons, fandom originals, fandomless OCs, and even Denouement-born characters. Roleplay takes place across our forum, Discord channels, and Cboxes, allowing our writers total flexibility when it comes to how they want to tell their stories.

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may's latest characters:

wren hoyes (original character) ruby knight (original character) korra (avatar: legend of korra) vi (arcane) sissel (ghost trick) flynn (shin megami tensei iv) kenny stowton (killing eve) aatrox (league of legends) jon snow (game of thrones) fay (afk journey) the barsen'thor (star wars) karlach cliffgate (baldur's gate 3) oukawa kohaku (ensemble stars) jetpool (original character) yugi mutou (yu-gi-oh!) sadie adler (red dead redemption 2) gaku maruko (the hundred line) kako tsukumo (the hundred line) peril (wings of fire) bob reynolds (mcu) spike spiegel (cowboy bebop) natasha romanova (marvel comics) dimentio (super paper mario) nastasia (super paper mario) emma frost (marvel comics) noh-varr (marvel comics) winter (wings of fire) fives (star wars) fray myste (final fantasy xiv) bucky barnes (mcu) john walker (mcu) kuro (restaurant to another world) qibli (wings of fire)

may's wanted characters:

icicle (wings of fire) hailstorm (wings of fire) umber (wings of fire) ienzo/zexion (kingdom hearts) even/vexen (kingdom hearts) aqua (kingdom hearts) buffy summers (buffy the vampire slayer) willow rosenberg (buffy the vampire slayer) anya jenkins (buffy the vampire slayer) rupert giles (buffy the vampire slayer) dawn summers (buffy the vampire slayer) angel (buffy the vampire slayer) inej ghafa (shadow and bone) wylan hendricks (shadow and bone) alina starkov (shadow and bone) saki tenma (project sekai) nene kusanagi (project sekai) malenia (elden ring) seto kaiba (yu-gi-oh!) jonouchi katsuya (yu-gi-oh!) anzu mazaki (yu-gi-oh!) honda hiroto (yu-gi-oh!) ryou bakura (yu-gi-oh!) mimi (super paper mario) o'chunks (super paper mario) blumiere (super paper mario) timpani (super paper mario) any mario characters alisaie leveilleur (final fantasy xiv) alphinaud leveilleur (final fantasy xiv) echo (star wars) felix iresso (star wars) qyzen fess (star wars) nadia grell (star wars) tharan cedrax (star wars) zenith (star wars) satele shan (star wars) theron shan (star wars) lana beniko (star wars) koth vortena (star wars) arcann tiral (star wars) senya tirall (star wars) vaylin tirall (star wars) marth (fire emblem) ned stark (game of thrones) catelyn stark (game of thrones) sansa stark (game of thrones) robb stark (game of thrones) bran stark (game of thrones) lyanna stark (game of thrones) samwell tarly (game of thrones) daenerys targaryen (game of thrones) rhaegar targaryen (game of thrones) JOFFREY?! (game of thrones) emerald sustrai (rwby) mercury black (rwby) neopolitan (rwby) ruby rose (rwby) blake belladonna (rwby) yang xiao long (rwby) weiss schnee (rwby) nora valkyrie (rwby) jaune arc (rwby) lie ren (rwby) pyrrha nikos (rwby) penny polendina (rwby) james ironwood (rwby) any red dead redemption characters eigong (nine sols)

more about denouement:

A NEW WORLD. FORGED FROM THE HOPES, DREAMS, AND FEARS OF THE PEOPLE OF OLD DENOUEMENT. You enter our story at a time of change. Once, this world was ruled by Gods: gods who formed factions, and chose which rifters to favor based on their desires, their ambitions, their ideals. Then came The Hanged Man, a world-eating entity responsible for the destruction of countless universes in the multiverse. The people of Denouement managed to destroy him: but not before the damage he'd done was irreversible.

[starchants]

WELCOME TO THE CLUSTER

MY READERS WILL BE WRITTEN AS FEMALE OR GENDER NEUTRAL AS I AM MORE COMFORTABLE THAT WAY !!

all names are in alphabetical order per their fandom order in the character section <3

FANDOMS I LOVING WRITING FOR — buffyverse. fast and the furious. horrorverse. marvel universe. supernatural.

CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR IN SAID FANDOMS — angel / angelus, buffy summers, cordelia chase, darla, drusilla, faith lehane, rupert giles (occasional), spike, the master, wesley wyndam-pryce, willow rosenburg, xander harris (occasional). brian o’conner, dominic toretto, han lue, letty ortiz, mia torretto, roman pearce, tej parker. ash williams, beetlejuice, billy butcherson, charles lee ray, danny johnson, jason dean, lydia deetz, otis driftwood, sarah sanderson, the lost boys, thomas hewitt, tiffany valentine. billy russo, bucky barnes, eddie brock / venom, frank castle, miguel o’hara. charlie bradbury, claire novak, dean winchester, rowena macleod, sam winchester.

MY ORIGINAL CHARACTERS — dorothea pinegrove, hope mason, caspian james, violet ashby, amber hollow, terrance bran.

p.s. i love y’all and these characters but some of these names are the same for different characters so please specify who you are talking about in requests! just please specify in your requests so i can write them properly <3

[iceywolf24]

TWOW ARIANNE II SPOILERS

Parallels between the cave in the rainwood and Bran's cave

The cave proved much deeper than any of them had suspected. Beyond the stony mouth where her company had made their camp and hobbled their horses, a series of twisty passageways led down and down, with black holes snaking off to either side. Further in, the walls opened up again, and the searchers found themselves in a vast limestone cavern, larger than the great hall of a castle. Their shouts disturbed a nest of bats, who flapped about them noisily, but only distant echoes shouted back. A slow circuit of the hall revealed three further passages, one so small that it would have required them to proceed on hands and knees. “We will try the others first,” the princess said. “Daemon, come with me. Garibald, Joss, you try the other one.” The passageway Arianne had chosen for herself turned steep and wet within a hundred feet. The footing grew uncertain. Once she slipped, and had to catch herself to keep from sliding. More than once she considered turning back, but she could see Ser Daemon’s torch ahead and hear him calling for Elia, so she pressed on. And all at once she found herself in another cavern, five times as big as the last one, surrounded by a forest of stone columns. Daemon Sand moved to her side and raised his torch. “Look how the stone’s been shaped,” he said. “Those columns, and the wall there. See them?” “Faces,” said Arianne. So many sad eyes, staring. “This place belonged to the children of the forest.” “A thousand years ago.”

Compare this to Bran in the three eyed crow's cave

There were more side passages after that, more chambers, and Bran heard dripping water somewhere to his right. When he looked off that way, he saw eyes looking back at them, slitted eyes that glowed bright, reflecting back the torchlight. More children, he told himself, the girl is not the only one, but Old Nan's tale of Gendel's children came back to him as well. The roots were everywhere, twisting through earth and stone, closing off some passages and holding up the roofs of others. All the color is gone, Bran realized suddenly. The world was black soil and white wood. The heart tree at Winterfell had roots as thick around as a giant's legs, but these were even thicker. And Bran had never seen so many of them. There must be a whole grove of weirwoods growing up above us.

We know from Tytos Blackwood dead weirwood turns to stone and the old gods are the gods of stone as well as well as what bloodraven says about being able to beyond just weirwoods.

"The Brackens poisoned it," said his host. "For a thousand years it has not shown a leaf. In another thousand it will have turned to stone, the maesters say. Weirwoods never rot." - Jaime I ADWD

"Truths the First Men knew, forgotten now in Winterfell … but not in the wet wild. We live closer to the green in our bogs and crannogs, and we remember. Earth and water, soil and stone, oaks and elms and willows, they were here before us all and will still remain when we are gone." - Bran III ADWD

The singers carved eyes into their heart trees to awaken them, and those are the first eyes a new greenseer learns to use … but in time you will see well beyond the trees themselves." - Bran III ADWD

We've seen that dead weirwood still has some magical influence but is it possible that Bran can see through dead weirwood/stone, although probably not speak like a weirwood can, could he still have been watching Arianne through the stone, I know there's a wild weirwood in the actual forest that Bran could've seen her through but it's just fun to speculate.