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Daughter of Tarth (Brienne oneshot, h&c, fluff, SFW)

Synopsis: You and Brienne grew up together in Tarth. You accompany her back home to visit her sick father and spend quality time together to help her cope. But as events unfold you both realise your connection goes much deeper than just friends...

Trigger warnings: sick/ill relative, grief, references to potential loss and past bullying.

It was another cold and snowy day in The North, you were happily going about your daily duties at Castle Winterfell when you passed through the training yard. You saw (or rather heard) Ser Brienne practising her combat skills on one of the dummies, but something was off. She was grunting extra loudly and hitting the dummy with much more force than usual, clearly she was taking her aggression out on this thing and it lost an arm and a head in the process. You knew Brienne well and recognised that this was very out of character for her. You grew up together in Tarth and you were her most trusted friend. When you left home you wrote to her and she got you a job at the castle. You were thrilled to see your childhood friend again after years apart. It was then that you both realised how deeply you cared about each other and that your connection went beyond just friendship. But Brienne was inexperienced with these feelings and you were too shy to act on yours.

You carefully approached her, "Brienne?" She lowered her sword at the sound of your voice, "oh! Greetings Lady Y/L/N". "Lady? For God's sake Brienne you don't have to be so formal with me of all people!" you joked. The Knight chuckled to herself, "I'm sorry, force of habit". "Is everything ok? You seem..." "What?" "Angry". Brienne's cheeks flushed red and looked away, "it's my father. He's sick. Very sick". "Oh I'm sorry to hear that, what ails him?" you asked, stepping closer to her. "I don't know, some sort of strange fever. The maesters are trying to treat him but even they can't tell what it is exactly. I can't sleep because I'm so worried about him...I just...I don't..." Brienne trailed off, dropping her sword with a clang and sobbing into her gloved hands. You immediately pulled her in for a hug and she wept on your shoulder, clinging onto you tightly. Despite the constant pressure put on her to represent House Tarth, Brienne was close to her father especially after losing her mother and brother when she was younger. After a few minutes she pulled away, wiped her tears and composed herself but you saw right through her. "I'm sorry, I got a little carried away there" she said, her voice still shaking slightly. "Don't apologise" you told her, "why don't you visit him? It might put your mind at rest if you're there with him". "I have been considering it. But I'm worried it will bring up some...unpleasant memories. I'm not sure if I can bear it". You knew exactly what she was referring to, growing up Brienne was subject to a lot of bullying and ridicule because of her height and unusual looks. You could never understand why, to you she was beautiful, strong and courageous with the kindest heart. "What about if I come with you?" you offered. She blinked, stunned by your gesture. "You would do that? For me?" "Of course silly". "B-but what about your duties here?" she said. "Give me some time and I can sort that out. I don't like the thought of you being alone for this, I know it will be hard for you to go back there" you said and you could see she was touched. "Alright then" she said hesitantly, "I'll arrange for a ship to take us there tomorrow morning". "Great. I'll meet you by the harbour in the morning then". Just as you turned to leave she called you back, "Y/N! Thank you, your friendship means a great deal to me". You smiled, "yours means a lot to me too". She watched you leave, admiring the way your hair bounced as you jogged away.

-

You both arrived in Tarth the next day, stepping off the ship and onto familiar soil. Brienne looked very anxious as she stared at the lush green landscape with majestic stone structures poking through the tall trees. You put a reassuring hand on her shoulder to tell her everything was going to be ok. She nodded but didn't look entirely convinced.

You made your way to Brienne's former home, Evenfall Hall, where Lord Selwyn Tarth resided in his bed chambers. "Would you like me to come in with you or stay here?" you asked. "Come in. I-I don't think I can do this on my own". You nodded and she took a deep breath before opening the door. Lord Selwyn was lying in his bed with two maesters either side of him. They appeared to be treating him but you couldn't exactly tell what they were doing. Brienne asked for an update on his condition and they told her that he was stable now but still very dazed and weak. She breathed a heavy sigh of relief. The maesters then left us alone with him, Brienne sat by her father's bedside and placed her hand on top of his. "He looks so pale" she commented. His eyes started to flutter open. Bright blue orbs, just like his daughter's, and you were pleased to see there was still plenty of life in them. "Brie...Brienne?..." his voice sounded crackly and dry. "I'm here father" she said, smiling at him through her own watery eyes. His focus was entirely on her, like he didn't believe she was real. His mouth moved but he struggled to speak. "Does he need water?" you asked. "I think so". You poured out a cup of water and handed it to her, she carefully held it to his lips and tipped the liquid into his mouth. He drank the whole cup and lay back on his pillow. He looked over at Brienne and stroked her face, "my darling girl" he muttered with a weak smile "I'm so proud of you". She was now gripping his hand, letting him know she wasn't going anywhere. After some time Lord Selwyn started to fall into a deep sleep. His breathing slowed and his body relaxed, finally at peace. "I think we should leave him to rest now. I'll check on him again later tonight" Brienne said, finally letting go of his hand and getting to her feet. "Are you sure?" "Yes. Thank you for staying" she said gratefully. "It's no problem, I'm glad you got to see him". "I...I don't think I could have done this without you Y/N". "You're stronger than you think Brienne". She looked back at her father, "he made me strong". "Are you sure you want to leave?" She hesitated, "would you mind if I had just a few moments alone with him?" "Take your time. I'll wait outside". Fifteen minutes later Brienne emerged. She was a little out of breath with puffy red eyes. You knew she'd been crying but she looked relieved, like a weight had lifted from her shoulders. You didn't ask question, you just hugged her. "You did well".

-

You both planned to stay in Tarth for at least a week while Lord Selwyn recovered. The next morning you headed to Brienne's chambers but as you went to knock on the door you heard her snoring, you chuckled to yourself and decided to leave her be. She certainly needed the rest.

A few hours later someone knocked on your door, it was Brienne. "Good morning Y/N. Sleep well?" she asked, sounding a little more cheerful than the day before. "I did thanks. But you do know it's the afternoon" you said. "It is?! Oh fu-!" "Language Ser!" She blushed, embarrassed she had overslept. "I take it you finally got some sleep then?" you asked. "I did, I'm feeling...better". "How's your father doing?" "The maesters said he's recovering well, surprising really for a man of his age. I thought...I thought I was going to lose him" she said, her voice cracking on the last part. "He knows you're here now and that will be a great comfort to him whatever happens" you told her. She held back a few tears and nodded, "you're right. Um...do you have any plans for today?" "No I don't, why?" "I was wondering if you would like to go for a walk with me? There's a beautiful pond near here I would like to visit". "Oh that sounds great! Let me just pack a few things...". You ran around your chambers loading your satchel with some supplies along with your sketchbook and charcoal. "Ready! Let's go!"

After a quick visit to Lord Selwyn (who was talking more coherently now), you followed Brienne outside as she led the way through the nearby woodland to your destination. "The pond isn't too far from here. It's in a very pretty secluded area. We might see some animals if we're lucky" Brienne told you. "What's your favourite animal?" you asked, curious about her answer. "Hmm...I've always liked deer. They're so peaceful to watch" she replied, "what's yours?" "I like martens, I love their cute little ears and bushy tails! Their fur looks so soft too! I would love to have one as a pet and let it run all over me!" Brienne laughed, "wouldn't you be scared of it crawling into a place it shouldn't?" "What do you mean?" "You know...like...down your shirt or up your trouser leg?" she asked in her adorably shy way. "Well at least it would be nice and warm, especially down my shirt" you flirted with a wink. Brienne giggled and her cheeks went rosey. "It's good to see you smiling again" you said genuinely. "It's good to be smiling again. I've been stressed recently but knowing my father will recover is a huge relief" she said, "and any time spent with you always lifts my mood immensely." You were surprised to hear her say this, she didn't usually talk about feelings like that but you could tell she meant what she said. It melted your heart and you smiled sweetly at one another.

You eventually arrived at the pond and it was just as idyllic as Brienne had described. The small pool of water was clear and the surface shimmered in the afternoon sun, as water lilies and lily pads gently floated along the top. You spotted a few frogs leaping from pad to pad and ribberting. The surrounding grassy area was laden with all manner of colourful flowers, plus bees and butterflies getting their fill of pollen. Birdsong soothed your ears and two squirrels caught your eye scurrying up a tree. "Wow" you said, completely in awe "this place is like something from a storybook!" "I thought you'd like it" she said, slightly smugly. "It's...it's so beautiful" you said, taking everything in. "Yes...it is" Brienne said, looking at you.

You found a patch of grass to sit on, you sat cross-legged while Brienne bent her legs and rested her arms on her knees. "Why have I never seen this place before?" you said. "My father told me about it in a letter" she replied, "he came across it on one of his walks so I wanted to see it for myself". "Thank you for sharing it with me". "You're welcome, there's no else I would rather share it with" she said, her lips curled into a cute smile making your heart beat just that little bit faster.

After several minutes of contented silence listening to everything around you, you saw Brienne's eyes begin to close. "Are you ok?" you asked. "Hmm? Yes, it's just so quiet and relaxing here. It makes me a little sleepy" she confessed. "Take a nap then. It's not often you Knights get to experience peace like this so make the most of it". "That's true. Are you sure you don't mind?" "Of course not, just lie back and rest". Brienne laid in the grass and closed her eyes. In no time at all her breathing slowed and her muscles eased.

You took out your sketchbook and sat on the opposite side of the pond attempting to draw the scene before you, a handsome stoic knight sleeping soundly surrounded by nature. Brienne dreamed away with a little smirk on her face, she remained in the same position the whole time completely unaware of you sketching her. You studied every part of her form; the subtle waves in her hair, the shape of her mouth, the length of her limbs, the breadth of her chest, even the dinges in her armour.

A couple of hours later you finally finished your drawing, just as the sun started to set. You went over to the slumbering Knight and gently shook her awake. "Brienne..." She slowly opened her eyes and sat up, rubbing them as she regained her awareness of her surroundings. "Is it sunset already?!" she exclaimed. "Yes it is, sleepyhead". "Gods! How long was I napping for?!" "A good few hours". "And you stayed the whole time?" "Yes, I was working on this...". You handed her your sketchbook and she was taken aback by your drawing, "you...you drew this? Of me?" "Yes. I couldn't resist" you admitted. "I've seen your work before but the level of detail in this is incredible, you are truly talented" she praised. You ripped out the page out of the book and handed it to her, "here...keep it". "You don't have to give me this, I was just-" "Brienne, I want you to have it". Your fingers brushed hers as she took the page from you and she continued to stare at it in awe, "I-I don't know what to say. Thank you". "You're welcome". Your eyes were locked on each other for a few moments. Brienne still had some cuts and bruises from her most recent battle but to you they never obscured her natural beauty.

As you walked back to the castle Brienne looked over at the purple and orange horizon. "Forgive me for today, I didn't realise how late it was" she said apologetically. "It's alright, I couldn't disturb a sleeping beauty" you said cheekily. "You're such a flirt Y/N" she giggled. "How dare you! I was just paying you a compliment!" you said with false innocence. "Oh please, you're trying to flirt with me. I know what you're doing!" Brienne said playfully. "Well...so what if I was?" If you were going to flirt with her, you would make damn sure she knew about it. "So you admit it, you are trying to flirt with me" she said with a sly grin. "Maybe..." As you said that you ran ahead of her giggling. Brienne chased after you calling your name and telling you to come back. "Try and catch me!" you shouted over your shoulder and she accepted your challenge. Brienne couldn't help but laugh as she pursued you, knowing full well that this whole situation was ridiculous. But she didn't care, she was enjoying herself. "Let's see if I can outrun a Knight!" you mocked as you sped up. "You do realise how heavy this armour is?!" Despite her complaints Brienne gained speed, you saw her coming and purposely slowed down curious to see what she would do if she caught you. As she closed the gap between you she wrapped her arms around your waist pulling you in, both of you laughing like kids again. "Ha! Caught you!" she said breathlessly. You put on your best 'damsel in distress' act, "oh no! Alas! You caught me!" Her laughter was like music to your ears, such a sweet sound that you never got tired of hearing.

You turned around in her grasp and your hands landed on her muscular arms, the laughter subsided and your smiles faded. You felt something bubbling up inside you and from the look on Brienne's face she felt it too. You noticed she had some dry leaves in her hair and your hand instinctively moved up to brush them out. She closed her eyes in bliss as you did this, melting into your touch. Your fingers then trailed down her cheek and you felt goosebumps flare up on her skin. "You have such soft hair...and soft skin" you murmured. You continued to stroke her cheek, your delicate touch soothing her soul. “Brienne, I-” “I love you Y/N”. Her words shocked you but went straight to your heart, “you…you what?” “I love you. I can’t pretend anymore. I’ve loved you ever since we were young. You’re more than a friend and you mean so much to me”. You looked up at her with your mouth agape, she stared at you with desperate eyes waiting for a response. A few seconds passed as you processed what she said. “I’m sorry. I’ve probably said too much. I-” You couldn’t express how you felt in words so instead you cut her off with a long, deep kiss. The sun set right at that moment but neither of you noticed, you were solely focused on each other. A lifelong connection now blossoming into love. “You have no idea how long I have wanted to do that” you said, catching your breath. “Does that mean…?” “Yes, I feel the same way. I always have but I was too scared to tell you. I love you too Brienne”. Her declaration resonated with you and gave you the confidence to finally confess your true feelings you kept hidden for so long. Her face lit up with the brightest smile and you couldn’t resist kissing her again under the starry night sky.

-

You returned to Evenfall Hall some time later holding hands. As you entered the castle the smell of food filled your nostrils and your stomach rumbled loudly. "Was that your stomach?!" Brienne questioned. "Yeah, I'm starving!" "Oh thank the gods, I thought there was a dire wolf in the castle" she joked. You slapped her armoured arm playfully and she chuckled. "Let's get some food" she said. "Wait!" As she went to walk away you pulled her back and kissed her very passionately. "If you keep kissing me like this, we won't make it to the kitchens" she said teasingly. "Maybe you could be my dinner then?" you said cheekily and pecked her lips a couple more times. Brienne reciprocated and each time the kisses got deeper until she let out a small animalistic growl. "Go to my chambers, I'll meet you there" she told you in a slightly bossy tone. "Ok, but don't be too long" you said and skipped away.

About thirty minutes later Brienne returned. She'd swapped her armour for some black pants and a beige linen shirt. She was carrying a large silver tray filled with a variety of food; meat, bread, cheese, fruits, cakes and wine. "Dinner is served my lady!" she said proudly, laying the tray down on the table between the couch and the fireplace. "Wow! This is a veritable feast!" you exclaimed. "I wasn't sure what you felt like so I just grabbed what I could" she said. "I could get used to this!" "You better, because I promise to treat you like a queen every single day" she said and kissed your hand, "now let's tuck in".

After you had both filled your bellies, you snuggled up together on the couch. You tucked yourself into Brienne's side and she pulled a thick fur cover over you both. You felt so comfortable in her arms, listening to the calming rhythm of her heartbeat and watching the dancing flames in the fire. "It's been such a wonderful day. I don't think I've ever been this happy before" Brienne said but she was met with silence. "Y/N?" she looked down and saw you had fallen asleep, nuzzled cutely into her chest. She chuckled to herself, she had slept enough today so now it was your time to rest. She kissed the top of your head and whispered, "sleep well my love".

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We got some very amazing news!!!!

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gf brienne

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Probably gonna lay my head on her shoulder and take a nap.

i want to sit on her lap and never get off it

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Netflix finally releases some official Larissa Weems merch!

Thanks to this post I became aware of this cute little Larissa keychain! She's part of a blind bag series so I just went straight to EBay and bought her without the hassle hehe. Now time for Netflix to bring out the Sandman Lucifer stuff!

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Every Gwen character: I know I am not beautiful, but I'm okay with it... (it secretly makes me a little sad tho)

Gwen's simps army on Tumblr: Let me worship you, entirely, your body, your mind and your heart, for EVER, you ethereal goddess, you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.

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i need larissa to make the most amazing comeback, she’s just so AHEJRKKTRIEKSKFOPWLWWO

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SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP FUCK TIM BURTON🖕🏻 YOU WONT BE CATCHING ME WATCHING SECOND SEASON OF WEDNESDAY

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Storm Clouds

Young!Fem!Reader x Jane Murdstone (platonic)

Warnings: Bullying, mildly toxic workplace, mentions of childhood trauma & abusive parents, PTSD, panic attacks, mentions of yelling & harsh language (not directed at reader), ect… 

Summary:  When Jane Murdstone hired you as her personal maid she had no idea just how well you would fill the role. After several months under her employment Jane can't help but hold you in high regard, something that strikes a chord in the maids who'd come before you. Eventually this bitter jealousy leads a few of the maids to take matters in their owns hands... and do their best in an attempt to get rid of you.

A/n:  This story is the result of my first request. Thank you so much to @reddragon30000 for the promtp. I highly doubt this story does it justice but I've done the best I can. Hope you enjoy!!

A/n: Sorry there's almost no actual dialogue in here!! My dumbass brain didn't seem to think that the story needed it for some reason!!

When Jane had hired you as her personal maid her expectations were quite low as the rest of the staff under her employment was, in her opinion, completely incompetent. Yet, she quickly realised that you were nothing like the rest of the maids. Despite your young age you were rather attentive, respectful, and and an extremely hard worker. Unlike her maids in the past, you took no pleasure in gossip and did everything asked of you with a smile on your face. Though Jane would never admit it aloud, she had grown quite fond of you. Seeing your bright, cheerful face always seemed to make her day just a little bit better.

But, unbenounced to both Jane and yourself, the other maids despised you. They felt it was unfair for Jane to hold you in such high regard and to be fairly pleasant towards you after only a few months of employment when most of them had been their for years and had never recieved such treatment.

One day a few of the maids came up with a plan to get rid of you, hoping their antics would scare you enough to make you leave. They waited until Jane had left for the day before asking you to accom-pany them down to the pantry down in the cellar. You agreed, oblivious to what the girls had in store. They lead you down to the pantry, insisting you go in first. Seeing the small space made you hesitate, but at their persistence you entered, dread flooding you when the girls began to laugh cruelly. You turned, horrified as the girls closed the door and you heard the lock click into place.

You pounded on the door and began to scream, pleading with the girls to let you out, but they were already gone. Tears spilled down your face as you continued your assult on the door, memories of the hours you'd spent locked in the closet of your childhood home flooding your mind. You screamed until your throat felt as if it were being ripped apart before sinking to the ground, crying as you silently prayed for someone to find you.

When Jane returned home that evening she was surprised to find almost all of the tasks she'd assigned you incomplete and to learn that you'd been gone most of the day. Every employee she spoke with said that they had not seen you since that morning. When she entered your room your things were in the usual spot so she knew you had not run off. Worry slowly setting in, Jane began to search the house, anger filling her with every minute you remained missing.

When the rest of the house and grounds had been searched, Jane made her way down to the cellar. She thought it was unlikely for you to be down there but she was running out of places to search.

You heard someone coming down the cellar stairs and, praying that it was not one the maids who'd trapped you down there, you began to shout again, pounding on the door though your hands ached. When it opened you didn't bother to properly look at the figure on the other side, rushing forwards and throwing yourself into your savior.

Jane, who had not at all been expecting you to throw yourself at her, nearly toppled over when the two of you collided, managing to remain upright by keeping a firm grasp on the door handle. Her other arm wrapped around your waist in a sort of half-hug, relief washing over her. She stepped back to take a look at you, pure rage slowly transforming her features. Your fingertips were bloody from clawing at the door and the sides of your hands were swollen and beginning to bruise. Your body shook like a leaf in a storm and your eyes were bloodshot from the hours you'd spent crying.

The anger in Jane's eyes was something you'd never seen and when she went to speak you expected her to be harsh and angry with you, yet when she spoke to you it was in a kinder, much softer tone then you'd ever heard her use before.

"Let's go upstairs and get you cleaned up," she insisted, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, "Then I want you to tell me exactly what happened."

"Y-yes, m'lady." you choked out, allowing Jane to guide you upstairs.

You kept your head down as Jane guided you through the house, hoping no one would notice your current state. Beside you, Jane was fuming, though trying to keep her rage in check for your sake. She knew what being in small spaces did to you, you'd accidentally brou-ght up the topic of your abusive parents when she'd first hired you, something you'd thought hoped she'd forgotten about, though she never did.

It caught you off guard when you realized Jane wasn't taking you to your room, but to her personal quarters. You were never permitted to be in there unless you were helping Jane or she's told you to get something for her, yet here she was, guiding into her room with a gentle, yet firm arm around your shoulders, instructing you to sit on her bed.

"Give me your hands," she demanded, keeping her voice gentle as she moved to sit beside you on the mattress.

Reluctantly you did so, watching Jane's mask fall away to reveal a look of pure rage as she inspected your hands. Her blue eyes matched the color of the storm clouds gathering outside, her jaw was clenched and her brows were furrowed as she ghosted her hands over your bruised, swollen skin. She excused herself for a moment, retreating to the bathroom across the hall to take a moment to compose herself, grabbing some antiseptic and wraps for your hands before returning. You were surprised by how gentle Jane was with you as she bandaged your hands but you anticipated that it would not last long. Surely she would berate you for being stupid enough to allow yourself to get locked in the cellar, after all, your parents had punished you for less. When she was done you waited for your scolding, but it never came. Jane simply sat there for a moment, allowing silence to blanket the two of you.

"Thank-" you couldn't help but cringe how hoarse your voice sounded, clearing your throat before trying again, "Thank you, m'lady."

"You're welcome, darling." she returned, pausing for a moment before asking, "Who did this to you, y/n?"

You started to tremble again, tears filling your eyes as you remembered the looks on the girls faces as they closed the door on you. Between sobs, you managed to choke out the girl's names and once you had Jane excused herself again, anger radiating from every cell in her body as she marched down to the kitchen where the girls had been assigned for the evening.

The three were beyond terrified when Jane confronted them, cowering meekly as she screamed at them, going so far as to call them "narcissistic little bitches" before declaring that they had until morning to "pack their shit" and leave.

Having found an outlet for her anger, Jane returned to her room to find you lying, out cold, on the edge of her bed. Chuckling softly despite herself, Jane carefully rolled you away from the edge, watching you carefully until you woke, informing you that she had "removed the girls from her employment" and nearly smiling at the look of relief the news brought to your face.

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making an important announcement about some things i’ve noticed in the gwendoline christie fandom that really bug me.

disclaimer: read this at your own convenience and discretion. i am not responsible for any sort of hurt feelings and frankly… i don’t care. if you’re mad about this, you are probably the problem. /lh

to start with id like to begin on a positive note so that i’m not diving into negativity, i don’t want to be completely negative about my experiences because i’ve actually met some of the kindest people in the world through this fan base.

the gwen fandom, the gwandom, the gwendoline christie fandom , the lesbian cesspool, has been an incredible experience that i’m grateful i’ve had the pleasure of being apart of.

i went through a rough patch during november, and if i hadn’t found out about gwen, or met such wonderful people during my time here , i honestly wouldn’t be here right now. i owe my life to these people, gwen included. i will forever adore miss christie and what she stands for alongside the friends i’ve made along the way.

and while i know someday this hyperfix will end, it’s really disheartening to me when a fandom is what makes me grow distant from things i enjoy. it happened before, i feel as though it is happening all over again.

and no, i’m not taking issue with anything like the catrissa stuff or the brienne and larissa ship going around or anything like that. i like that we can all be weird together and enjoy aus like catrissa and crackships like bririssa (not sure the official name that was decided lol). my issue is the amount of content i’ve seen that either focuses on gwen herself, or the strange relationship with minors, or the odd artwork of gwen, and the absolute disgusting behaviour towards giles.

gwen would be absolutely appalled seeing fanfictions of herself that involve nsfw or just her in general, anyone would, it’s disgusting to make works of real people in that setting. it’s like you’re treating them as an original character you can mould and manipulate as you see fit and using someone who is real with thought and feeling and consciousness for smut fics is not okay, or any fic in general. i totally get the hype around her characters, i literally have “brienne’s princess” in my bio and i’ve had “jane murdstone’s bloodbag” (in reference to my vamp au) as a name in a discord server.

but i think the fandom has begun to blur the lines between fictional characters and reality settings when it comes to gwen and the personalities she portrays on the television screen. it’s not fair to her. it’s disgusting. i’ve seen a minor do it, i’ve seen a grown adult do it. it’s something i don’t see shamed and frowned upon often enough and it’s really not okay.

on that note i’d like to quickly mention the photos, we alllll know what photos i’m talking about. the bunny one, the nudes, the ones gwen has expressed regret towards and wishes to not have them spread. was there not a “fan” who brought her a book of her nudes and wanted her to sign it? that person who was blocked on instagram by gwen because they reposted her nudes on their story and tagged her???? how can you refer to yourself as a fan after behaving so abhorrently? absolutely disgusting behaviour. as a collective fandom we need to stop touching those photos (metaphorically speaking) and leave them in the past.

i’ve been told of numerous circumstances in which adults have shown their nsfw works to minors in this fandom and it has to fucking stop. it’s disgusting!! how can you do that knowingly? i constantly ponder terminating my account after a minor got ahold of my nsfw work, and upon realising they WERE a minor it was as simple as blocking and moving on. it’s truly not that hard, folks. and the minors on tiktok who fight with others saying silly things like “that’s my wife” or worse. i’ve seen it all, i feel like, and the more i see it the more sick i become. i cannot stand it.

i have seen and heard of fans who have fat shamed gwen for that one pink dress she wore to the met gala. she looked so happy in that dress, and the audacity one must have to fatshame that poor woman on twitter then turn around and continue to proclaim your ‘love for her’ as if you’d done no wrong? are you fucking serious? are you mental?

and the sexualisation over the porcelain doll look, gods some of you are sick. those were not real breasts, people. considering the fact she wholeheartedly regrets her nude photoshoots , what possesses you to believe she would actually flaunt her chest in that outfit?

the blatant mistreatment of poor giles is not fucking okay either. just because you’re jealous of someone who makes her immensely happy does not give you the right to post something so vile and cruel about him. shame on you. why do you believe this is okay to post:

????????

are you serious? have any of you stopped to consider how HAPPY giles makes her? or is her happiness the last thing you ponder when you look at her? have you even noticed how unhappy she looks lately? have you truly paused to consider how she would feel about seeing this on your page, random twitter user, or the rest of you who think this is okay? bless your hearts.

and some of the absolutely horrific things i’ve seen about her online and the hurtful behaviour towards giles makes me question the difference between a fan and just the general paparazzi. because if you truly loved her and you truly loved giles then i would not be ranting into the fucking void about it for no reason.

i avoid interacting with pages i find problematic on here to keep from stirring the pot but tonight i chose violence and got reeeeeal pissy about how i felt about this place. it’s not okay what i see on here and it’s getting exhausting seeing the same cycle of content on a daily.

that’s everything i have to say, i think. i probably missed a lot that should be discussed in the comments but i’m done for now because i know if i go on i’ll probably cry.

before you post things about real people with real feelings , stop to consider how they will feel those real feelings towards the content you put out. chances are you’ll become less problematic and obnoxious that way. 💘

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Just a thought…

Lady Dimitrescu x Brienne of Tarth

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「 Mean」

I like this, but I also don't. I really wanted to write something to go with the song 'I Don't Smoke', however, I don't have the will to make it better, so enjoy! Larissa Weems x Reader ~2.2k words

→ Song: I Don't Smoke - Mitski

Warnings: angst (but okay ending), mention of self harm, inadvertent injury, depressed Larissa

You had never before seen her so…well, you didn't have the vocabulary to describe it.

Or perhaps you just couldn't place exactly how she was feeling.

Angry. Mad. Exhausted. Scared. Confused.

You knew her well, you thought, due to consoling her and offering advice many times after recent trying events.

You had sat by her and learned the way that the crease between her eyebrows deepened as she thought, the way her upper lip twitched when she was angry, trying her absolute hardest not to spew her words like a volcano; the way her eyes widened as her brain registered shock, then narrowed as the cogs turned in her head.

You have been there for her willingly, gladly, happily. Happy to help, happy to make her feel at least a bit better about Nevermore, about herself.

And tonight was no different, except for one thing.

You were nervous.

You had never been nervous before.

But before, you knew what she was feeling through her telltale signs.

This was not like before; for her lip didn’t twitch, her eyes didn't widen, the crease between her eyebrows didn't deepen, she didn't holler.

In an unfamiliar way, she looked furious, enraged, but she was quiet.

She was quiet.

You stood outside of Nevermore's main doors lighting a smoke. You hoped it would calm your nerves before you made your way to find her, unsure of how you would, or wouldn't, be greeted.

'I don't smoke, except for when I'm missing you.'

You supposed it reminded you of her.

With a shaky hand you knocked lightly on her office doors, eyes darting around the hallway.

It was eerily silent.

You knocked again, perhaps you had been too quiet.

You knew she was in her office, everyone did. It was all that you noticed, when she had left without a word, heels loud against the cold floor and arms stiff by her sides, chin tucked instead of held high, lacking the usual sway of her hips.

You knocked for a third time, and of course, the door was locked. 

Rolling your eyes at her silence, you ventured outside and climbed up the side of the building. Pressing your forehead against the glass doors, you peered around, and found nothing. Confused and distraught, you tried the handle and it opened. You entered her office.

Standing with a hand on her hip, she stared at the doors on which you had just knocked. She was still, so she must have stopped pacing.

"Larissa."

She stiffened at your flat tone, hands falling into fists at her side.

"Leave."

It was a demand, but it entirely lacked her usual demanding tone.

Your eyes widened as you peered around the office nervously, in contemplation, finding a pack of cigarettes scattered on her desk and shattered glass on the floor.

You bit at your bottom lip, feeling an unsettling tension build in your chest.

You would not leave, you never had before, you had never stayed away, and you had never been sent away.

"No."

You slowly moved toward her, eyes grazing over her backside and up to her intricate hair.

The words came out of your mouth barely above a whisper.

"You're scaring me. You're being too quiet."

She didn't respond, she didn't move, she was waiting for you to give up, she was waiting for you to leave.

Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath, and opened them standing in front of her.

She was usually amused with your antics, you had surprised, and scared her multiple times with your teleportation; but not tonight.

She burnt a hole through your chest, staring blankly in place.

You looked over her face, unblinking, eyes red and mascara stained.

You looked over her body, stiff yet exhausted, her sleeves rolled up to her elbows and arms red.

Arms very red, almost as red as her nails; her nails were the reason for her red scratched up arms.

Your jaw dropped in terror; a moment, two, she turned and walked to the couch in front of the fireplace, light stockings meeting the shattered glass on the floor.

She sat and stared into the fireplace, which held no warmth, no fire; and so you lit one.

Carefully, nervously, you threw wood into the fireplace and lit a match.

You stood and backed away. The seat beside her looked so daunting, so unwelcoming, so unfamiliar.

Blue eyes were no longer blue, pale skin was no longer pale, and you were no longer you.

You didn't know what had happened to you, but you fell for her like…rope, shovel, hole.

Six feet under you were, grasping at roots and screaming in silence.

You knew what had happened to her, though. You knew her sadness, madness, joy and happiness. You knew her past, her present, who had betrayed her and why she ended up where she was.

Physically, and emotionally.

You knew her, but you didn't know how she felt. About Nevermore, about Vermont, about herself, about you.

You had told her to leave one night, after a very raw conversation on this very couch.

You had told her to go home to England, to meet new people, to just get the hell away from Nevermore while she still could.

You had told her your stories, your passions, your feelings, your dreams; but you had never told her the one thing that broke your heart the most.

"You should leave."

She took in a shallow breath, "You should leave."

Scrunching your brows, you shook your head. "No, I mean you should leave Vermont. Leave your stress, leave your burdens, leave your past, find a future, Larissa."

She blinked, "I told you, I can't."

She growled at you, it made you less nervous.

"Please Larissa, I can't stand to see you so…"

Dark eyes peered down, a form taller than ever before loomed over you, making you loose your breath. The fire behind her lit the room in a red glow, but all you saw was darkness.

"Get out."

You shook your head, your words abandoning you.

You choked, "I-"

"I, am tired of everyone's shit. I am tired of trying, I am tired of caring, I am tired of failing, and I, am tired, of you."

You swallowed, she was talking to you as she would a dumb and reckless student, but her words didn't match her tone.

It was breathy, lacking emotion.

You had never done a thing to the woman, other than be her friend and offer support; but you supposed when one was this tired, their words eluded them.

"Larissa, you're being-"

Her red arms flew into the air before landing on her hips.

"What?! What am I being? Hm? Demanding? Annoying? Docile? Disappointing?"

You blinked rapidly, unbelieving.

"Mean."

She didn't flinch, she didn't blink, she didn't narrow her eyes, she just stared you down. She has most likely, at one point, been called everything under the sun; but it didn't mean that she was any of those things.

With a swift turn of her head, her body followed, quickly reaching the door to her chambers on your left.

If she wanted to be alone, you'd understand. But, she was not being level headed, she was not being herself. The lack of emotion scared you, the glass scared you, her arms scared you, the absent fire scared you.

So you reached out at the last second, before she slammed the door on you, and grabbed her wrist.

"Where are you-"

"Get off of me!"

She growled, her anger was shown, it was thrown at you, and you were thrown with it.

The hand that you were grasping for dear life tore free from your grip, reached out, and made contact with your chest, throwing you onto the floor with a gasp.

You groaned, feeling a pain in your ass and back as you opened your eyes to see yourself on the floor.

The woman's eyes widened in horror, she hadn't meant to push you onto the floor, just away from her. It seemed she didn't know her own strength.

But you did, oh, did you ever.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you took an unsteady breath, so lost in your own head that you forgot about her.

You slowly lifted your gaze to the ceiling, finding the image of you on the floor in tears.

You both had looked into those mirrors many times, as a joke about your height difference, to take dorky photos; you had even imagined laying on the couch, looking up as she kissed you in those mirrors.

But, the reality was, you were on your ass, on the floor, your own sadness staring back at you with a vengeance; because she had put you there.

With wobbly legs you stood, brushing yourself off and fighting back tears as anger bubbled inside of you.

"You know what, Larissa. If you want to push everyone away, literally, then so fucking be it, but I hope you know that I…"

You looked to the door, she was no longer there.

Sobbing was heard from your right, you turned your head startled.

You were ready to tell her where to shove it, you were ready to tell her that you were stronger than she thought you were, you were ready to tell her the truth in hopes that it would hurt; but all anger left your body when you saw her.

You would've missed her, curled up on the couch with her head in her hands, looking so vulnerable, so small compared to her earlier looming form, if it wasn't for her crying.

You had half a mind to leave her there, but you were scared to leave her alone.

You had never left her before, but she had never pushed you before, either. She had never said that she was tired of you before, she had never before been mean.

But Larissa, she was never mean. Larissa was not a mean person.

Sauntering over to her, you slowly sat by her feet.

She could push you down as much as she wished, but you'd always get back up. You'd always get back up for her.

Her hands, her head, her whole body shook as she cried. Your hands shook too as you reached one out and placed it gently on her shoulder. She flinched, expecting you to come back with equal assault, after all, she deserved it.

When she didn't pull away from your touch, nor shove you away again, you leaned closer and pulled her to sit, forcing her hands away from her face.

Blue eyes were no longer blue, pale skin was no longer pale, and you were no longer you.

When you said nothing, she took to rubbing her arms, soothingly, you assumed. You sat in silence as you recalled a past conversation, one which she had poured her heart to you, and you to her.

Well, mostly.

'I just want someone, I want someone to love me. I'm tired of being alone, of being lonely. It's exhausting, being stuck in the past, in a place that gave me nothing but stress and grief my whole life.'

She had looked at you like she was expecting something, so you gave her advice, advice which she rejected. She should not stay in the past in lieu of having a future, you told her, as you hadn't the guts to tell her the truth, for you figured she'd reject that, too.

'Nobody has ever loved me.'

Nails against skin took you back to the present as you watched her darken her arms. Without thinking, you ripped her arm away and placed yours onto her lap.

She looked at you startled, wide eyes bloodshot, lips trembling with emotion.

You placed a cold palm onto her cheek, soothing her hot skin as you felt tears roll down your face.

"If you need to be mean, be mean to me. I can take it and put it inside of me. If your hands need to break more than trinkets in your room, you can lean on my arm as you break my heart."

Tears fell as she attempted to understand your words. Her gaze averted to your arm, which replaced hers; she ran light fingernails over your skin, the feeling brought you peace.

You closed your eyes as you waited for pain, but it never came.

Instead, she grabbed your hand and placed your arm around her neck, pressing you closer to herself and resting her forehead against yours.

Your eyes opened nervously, surprised to be met with blue ones. You traced your thumb over her cheek and whispered.

"Just don't leave me alone wondering where you are. I am stronger than you give me credit for. If your hands need to break more than trinkets in your room, you can lean on my arm as you break my heart."

Larissa let out a heart wrenching sob as you embraced her, pulling her to you and holding her, as if you'd lose her, as if you’d lost her.

But you hadn't, not yet, and after all of this, this pain that she had suffered, you figured there was nothing that could make it worse, only better.

So, you held her as she cried, you held her in hopes that she would hurt you instead of herself, you held her in hopes that you would not lose her so soon, like you had lost yourself and her, herself.

You held her and pressed your lips to her hair, whispering what you both needed to hear.

'Nobody has ever loved me.'

"I love you, I love you, I love you."

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For those of you who weren’t able to get 100% of the total solar eclipse today… I gotchu <3