#pureironking

[devoutpriest]

pureironking:

" Then I ask you, how can you believe if silence is the reply to your answers and prayers? It looks like a waste of time. " Gods, every god, no matter how foreign, were stories invented by men — the need to believe in something guided somehow their life. He missed Bob, even though wishing he did not send him to Dragonstone, so cold and far away from him. It was more distant than Storm's End, where he could travel and spend day in Westeros. Some may have said that he had found religion since the priestess aappearedin his life. The truth was different, " I have an alliance with your King, his men are going to fight for me, in exchange he wanted only lands. " They had spoken at length, when Ragnar diffused the tension that thrived like a beast. "They can keep whatever religion they want. As for the people here, there are different gods as well. Some follow the red god of the priestess Melisandre, other the new or the old gods. In the Iron Islands they believe in the drowned god — I’m sure everyone you’ll ask will tell you theirs is the only true religion. "

“There was a time when my prayers were not met with silence, sire. I cannot believe all these years I prayed were a complete waste of time.“

Anger poured into the orifices of his soul, at the wasting of the body the king alluded to, sudden yet beautiful. He had been feeling rather far away and distant. The purpose that rushed into him to fulfil his soul, was one that he HAD come to a freeing peace with. His God was not greedy nor selfish, to have him and his brothers pray for so, SO long, and NEVER receive answer, no shining light of divine absolution in the silent yet deafening darkness. They heard his presence in their own prayers, singing in the echoes of the church. He had seen the light in the cracks of darkness in the village, he heaving his pink torso with wonder and rapture. 'under thy wings, i will find refuge.'

He nods at the king’s next words. He was not surprised that Ragnar had made an alliance with him, was able to see reason and advantage; was not completely consumed with undiluted rage.

“Is it for his farm, that he wants the lands? I have not heard of these gods, and I did not know there were so many in your Westeros. What do your people say they’re like?”

Stannis says, "the drowned god lives under the sea, the Greyjoys of Iron Island believe." they wanting storm's end as it was at sea, of course, and they were an enemy, he understood, as was everyone. "the old gods, the first people, they lived in the forest before men. the new gods, the gods of the seven, most believe in this, a bit similar to your god, with its churches and preaching beliefs."

[embrightme-blog]

@pureironking​ ♥’d for a thing

             “ your mother’s been talking of MARRIAGES for you, don’t tell              her i said anything though,           but I just want to warn you. ”

[sansajonquil]

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[strmfury]

STRMFURY.

indie, private & selective sideblog for ST.ANNIS BA.RATHEON from a song of ice and fire, strictly book based with headcanon influences.   est. apr 2014, revamped sep 2022.   LOW ACTIVITY, follows back from PRAELUDIO.    previously found on pureironking and kingwhocared.

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last updated: 02/09/2022.

[handofhonor]

ROLEPLAYING HISTORY

The rules are simple! Post ten characters you’d like to role play as, have role played as, and might bring back. Then tag ten people to do the same (if you can’t think of ten characters, just write down however many you can and tag the same amount of people). Aside from that,please repost instead of reblogging!

CURRENTLY PLAYING:

Ned Stark

Robb Stark

Multi: Arthur Weasley, Peter Pettigrew, Edmure Tully, and a few others

WANT TO/WILL BE PLAYING:

Eh, depends on my mood and time of day tbh we’ll just have to see who else i want to add to the list

HAVE PLAYED

i’m only listing tumblr muses bc most of them off tumblr are oc’s

abel teller - sons of anarchy

oliver queen - arrow

ronnie raymond - flash

joe west - flash

stephen ross - fandomless oc

peter pettigrew - harry potter

WILL/WOULD PLAY AGAIN:

oliver queen

ronnie raymond

stephen ross

TAGGED BY: @wildmoored

TAGGING: @starkmatriarch @wearesurvivxrs @yngwolfrobb @cerseilionesslannister @raidstombs @rhaegxr @pureironking & anyone else who wants to do it

[devoutpriest]

pureironking:

" He USUALLY listens? How can you believe in a God that doesn’t always pay attention to his priests and worshippers? " Looking at him with blue attentive eyes. He looks sad, his eyebrows softening in his face, lips pursed. To his knowledge no god ever listened, a lesson he had learned many years ago. That foreign god Athelstan believed in was no different, apparently — deaf to prayers, like his father’s gods were deaf to Stannis the day his parents drowned, he and Bob watching the ship, the Windproud, sink to the bottom of the sea, people desperately scrabbling to get out. They were so close to the castle, they were at the castle. Only the fool Patchface survived ; it is always dark below the sea, he sang, the shadows come to dance, my lord. He dancing with himself. Why did he let Mel come to him, before the Blackwater? Maester Cressen was a faithful elder servant, a close friend who didn't take folly such as he. They experienced too much together, to think of such. He thought she would be a good ally, she emanating a dark shine and knowledge of what was happening, yet he was aware to conduct and run his own reign. " I still know almost nothing of your God, yet I’ve known King Ragnar and some of his men. " They had met before, when sailing their ships in the south sea. It could have gone ugly fast, he noticing the ship looked a pirate's, like the Greyjoys. Yet Ragnar was a clever man and negotiator, speaking to Stannis, as he holds the white crystal to determine where the light hit it to know where they were going. " They believe in multiple Gods, except their King believes in your God. I fear you will find resistance from the people of the Seven Kingdoms, they all believe FIERCELY in their Gods. "

So, the king had caught on to that specification. Athelstan hadn’t meant to draw attention to such; forcibly wrench open a can of worms he wasn’t sure he was ready to deal with, but he supposed it was too late now.

“Yes, he does…DID. The Lord has always paid attention to me, before he suddenly just stopped answering my prayers.”

Athelstan felt anger and confusion directed towards God, mixed in with a still desperately grasping HOPE that He may yet still answer, ONE day. He draws back slightly in surprise upon hearing the King's’ next words.

“You have been acquainted with Ragnar before? He has started to BELIEVE, that is true. And what gods do your people believe in, sire?”

[notjustpainandangcr-blog]

you can tell a lot about a person by the music they listen to. put your mp3 player, itunes, spotify, etc. on shuffle & list the first 10 songs & then tag 10 people, no skipping // REPOST & DO NOT REBLOG !

Tagged by: @quietresistence

Tagging:  @theboatbuilderswife, @telepathicillusion, @inhumcnity, @mshpkhh, @anditsxsorrows, @pureironking, @warriorrhaenys, @queenmakcr and whoever else wants to

Life on Mars -David Bowie 

Landfill -Daughter

Pieces - Sum 41

42 -Coldplay

Exit Music -Radiohead

All Hope is Gone -Slipknot

Lover’s Eyes -Mumford and Sons

When you fall in love -Andrew Ripp

Pieces -Red

You will become -Glen Hansard

[captainofthestormcrows]

Rule: Answer six questions & tag eight people

ʟᴀsᴛ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ɪ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ: the forest (i think?) ʟᴀsᴛ sᴏɴɢ ɪ ʟɪsᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ: l'heure du thé - vincent delerm ʟᴀsᴛ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ɪ ʀᴇᴀᴅ: the cuckoo’s calling - robert galbraith ʟᴀsᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪ ᴀᴛᴇ: satsumas ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇ: cornwall or dublin ғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴅᴀʏ: jesse pinkman or paris geller

Tagged by: @pureironking

Tagging: @revvupyourharley / @innocentdelirium / @queenmakcr / @rosareginam / @valyrianflame 

[sunsfyre-archive-blog]

The rules are simple! Post ten characters you’d like to role play as, have role played as, and might bring back. Then tag ten people to do the same (if you can’t think of ten characters, just write down however many you can and tag the same amount of people). Aside from that,please repost instead of reblogging!

CURRENTLY PLAYING:

rhaenys targaryen --- asoiaf

cassana baratheon --- asoiaf

WANT TO/WILL BE PLAYING:

halime sultan --- muhtesem yüzyil: kösem & history influenced

wolfgang bogdanow --- sense8

andrew estermont --- asoiaf

pippa cross --- a great & terrible beauty

genna lannister --- asoiaf

HAVE PLAYED

elinor tyrell --- asoiaf

margaery tyrell --- asoiaf

lexa --- the 100

several ocs

WILL/WOULD PLAY AGAIN:

elinor tyrell --- asoiaf

TAGGED BY: @pureironking

TAGGING: whoever wants to do this, just say i tagged you c:

[devoutpriest]

pureironking:

« And? » The King invites the man to keep talking, showing an interest that doesn’t belong to him, not when religion is the matter. I am simply not interested in religious fallacies, only cold hard steel. He had been interested in the Red God, the Lord of Light, only really as a last thought. Melisandre has said for him to look in the flames, he hurting from what happened in the Blackwater. Where is your God? He whispers to Mel. « What has your Gof that makes him different from the others? »

Athelstan wasn’t sure if the king would want to hear of his leaving Kattegat, even though he had prompted him to speak further. After a moment, he decided to divulge some of the truth, it would NOT do to keep the king waiting.

he seeing the king look at him with his dark ocean eyes.

“ Well, I had decided to come here too, to find a place for myself.”

well, it was westeros in general he wanted to see if he could find refuge, he rowing the boat for a long time, seeing a light of a castle. he braving the cold winds as he rowed, light rain shivering his bones. He did not feel safe in the hostile village of kattegat, where yet...it seemed strangely, ragnar was the only one who could understand him to any measure ; them with their battle-born ways and guttural tongue, hailing the brutality as of nature itself. gyda had seemed sad, asking her father why they couldn't keep him any more, and went to pat farewell on the monk's head. it still had his bald tonsure, with some light hair growing there, and cuts and bruises where he tries to shave with a knife. to feel the air that christ breathed, to symbolise giving of the hair to jerusalem.

“My God, he USUALLY listens, has gone through unimaginable pain to save us from sure damnation.”

He had sacrificed himself for our sins, he feeling he was a disciple of God, as he read the bible and attended Mass, as well as painting stories. He had thought that Judgement Day had finally come, of God finally passing his wrath onto sinners that fateful day in the monastery, however RAGNAR had dismissed such notions.

[handofhonor]

{ @pureironking liked for a starter

      the winds chilled the lord to the bones not being in the appropriate clothing. it was difficult to find said clothing as he was always moving. some days he would take from clothes that were drying, other days he would take from the bodies they killed in order to keep their secret. now, as he watched the garden from afar, ned pulled the cloak tighter around him, trying to block off the wind. he could se the leaves beginning to change and he muttered his words underneath his breath. winter is coming. 

      however, he soon saw the king walking into the courtyard, the gardens of the red keep. it hadn’t been easy to sneak into the castle but it had been done, ned taking the very route that arya had described to him so long ago when she went missing for a day. there was a moment of hesitation, ned uncertain if he wanted to show himself to stannis. he had survived this long on his own but this could be his way back to his family, back to winterfell. 

      “your grace,” ned stepped out, the cloaks hood still concealing his face for the shadows casted to hide his features. “it seems the north’s words are holding true. the leaves are turning and the birds are heralding the call of autumn.”

[ofironandbeauty-archive-blog]

¦ ♛ @pureironking (x)

                    It was by some miracle that she had managed to carry a child to term at last, after so many times her womb had been emptied far too early, before the child even got a chance at life. Each day, week, and even month that passed was precious. She was cautious, and entirely bedridden. Even as the day arrived that she was to bring the babe into the world, she was still afraid. She wanted to provide her husband with an heir, and at this point, she wasn’t even hoping for a son. ( Any child was better than none. ) And when that babe’s cry pierced the air, when she finally heard that sign of life, she allowed herself to smile. 

                     “What will you name the little doe, my husband?” She inquired, though her eyes scarcely left the precious little face of their daughter. She squeaked and gurgled as she got comfortable in her mother’s arms. Perhaps one day they’ll be blessed with a son, but she was entirely content for now. They were safe, and her husband was by her side.

[notjustpainandangcr-blog]

NAME OF YOUR MUSE: Max Eisenhardt/Erik Lehnsherr

ONE PICTURE YOU LIKE:  (favourite picks from each fav verses cause I can)

TWO HEADCANONS YOU HAVE FOR YOUR MUSE YOU NEVER TOLD ANYONE:

 I have so many headcanons, I am not sure if I have mentioned them all. 

1. One headcanon is that in the “Logan” timeline, Erik gets killed in 2014-2016, aka around 10 years before the movie starts. But before that, he spends his time with Charles and his son Peter, whilst he tries to follow Charles’ way, killing only when it is absolutely necessary. In the end though, he regrets that, because the world became exactly like he was afraid it would be and it happened because he let his guard down.

2. I was about to go with a dark/angsty one, but I am gonna just say how smart Erik is okay, and all the lost potential we have there. It’s not really a headcanon to be honest, it’s canon, but it’s not really mentioned in the movies much?  Erik is one of these people that once he reads something, he understands it and he can remember it (open a book he has read, start a sentence and he can finish it for you), so he has studied plenty of subjects including philosophy, biology, genetics. His linguistic skills are almost perfect, he can learn a language easily without even having to study it much. And given that he can create a pocket warmhole, he is very good with science as well. But the thing is, he doesn’t really get how smart he is (especially at first), cause he never went to school after elementary and he just dismisses it (like “why are you so surprised? It read it, it was in the book.”

THREE THINGS THAT YOUR MUSE LIKES DOING IN THEIR FREE TIME:

1. Reading/Learning/Studying. He loves having access to books, he loves reading everything he can get his hands on really, fiction (anything but romance and perhaps some fantasy books) and non-fiction books. Bonus: He loves arguing about/discussing books with Charles

2. Spending time with Charles. Chess, talking, arguing, anything. (For someone that likes alone time and is rather reserved the “we spent 72 hours straight talking about the world” says it all).

3. Creating things, building things. Either it is with his power or with his hand, like his father taught him when he was little.

SEVEN PEOPLE THAT YOUR MUSE LOVES:

(as in main verse/timeline up to xma, not in that order necessarily)

1. Nina, his daughter

2. Edie, his mother

3. Charles

4. Magda, his wife

5. Ruther, sister

6. Jakob, his father

7. His uncle

(hahaha isn’t it funny. Only Charles is alive from that list.)

TWO THINGS YOUR MUSE REGRETS:

1. Not moving the damn coin and saving his mother. And of course, not being strong enough to destroy Auschwitz/defeat the Nazis and save his people, kill Shaw earlier.

2. Not saving his family. His family as his wife and daughter. 

TWO PHOBIAS/FEARS YOUR MUSE HAS:

1. Not having control. Do I need to explain why? 2. History repeating itself, finding himself in the camps again, his kind getting killed

TAGGING TWELVE PEOPLE: @jullscrain, @wehrmxcht, @tclcpathy,  @anditsxsorrows, @pureironking, @warriorrhaenys, @theboatbuilderswife, @mshpkhh, @kleineerde , @vestiica , @ofreich, @batteredoptimist, @reputatiions, @wernerstahl,

TAGGED BY: @quietresistence

[madeofwildfire]

{ Iron Stag }

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     « Surely higher than how you would rate yours. »

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               ❝ Careful there. You are not                    setting the bar very high at all. ❞

[devoutpriest]

pureironking:

« It seems like everyday a new religion is born. What’s your name, priest? What brings you here? » the priest is at storm's end, where he and melisandre were. he was at dragonstone for a fair while, dragon statues where he saw the red comet sailing through the sky, he deciding to travel to his home after a bit. there was a small crack in the ceiling, where the storm rattled the chandelier. he gets straight to the point, pointing his sword at the newcomer's chainmailed heart. the red priest, r'hllor was what they believed in, mel giving him hope to reclaim his rightful throne as king of westeros. his brother, robert had died from a boar hunt, he hardly believing it. bob was strong and could kill one with his bare hands, even when drunk. it was the lannisters, he thought, that were responsible.

“It is Athelstan, Your Grace. I have come, to spread the Word of God, and…” His voice trails off, recalling how he decided to leave Kattegat, but could no longer return to his monastery. He travels the lands of westeros, deciding to leave when ragnar freed him from the rope.

[theladycassana-blog]

( @pureironking​ | X )

    Home — the word almost foreign to him. Where was his home? The gloomy and dark island that once belonged to the dragons, the place his brother gave him after the rebellion or the castle he defended through a year of siege, suffering and almost dying of hunger, the place his brother denied him even if it was his birthright ( a punishment, no doubts about that )?     « My place is here, my duties are here. »

One look upon son’s face and Cassana could almost hear his thoughts as if he had spoken them aloud — though the words leaving his lips revealed nothing of it. It was a mother’s sixth sense to know her child better than most and she was no exception to that. They were all safe now, thanks to her oldest taking a CROWN; the first act she did not approve of entirely, one of many to come she was sure. Yet when he had sent Stannis to become Lord of DRAGONSTONE her heart had clenched with sorrow. While of course proud to have him become a lord, proud of how he had held his ancestor’s castle in the war and now was HEIR to his brother’s throne she did wish him to be by her side at his rightful place of Storm’s End. “I do not care what your BROTHER has said or ordered. You are your father’s son and should come to the home you belong to — let some castellan rule the castle if need be. This is no place for YOU.”