#meryn

[moonliched]

me and the bad bitch i pulled by getting tangled in a net!

[emily-prentits]

the POTENTIAL there was with the crush taryn helm had on meredith. it could have been a seamless transition to bisexual meredith with the addition of meredith continuing the inappropriate-relationships-with-her-coworkers thing. you're telling me someone saw the opportunity for meredith to mirror season 1 derek and they didn't take it? come on

[gloamingdawn]

February 25 - Day 7 Event/Recovery

Ashraniel’s pleasant babbling filtered into the kitchen from where he was playing in the living room of Meryn’s row house. Her half-brother had been gracious enough to watch his four year old nephew for a week while she’d been preoccupied with other business.

Lyn smiled and palmed her mug of coffee, the warmth between her palms an extension of the comfort that enveloped this home that Meryn and his husband had built together over the years. He set a pot of cooking mint in the middle of the table in front of her before drawling, overly-pleased, in his low-Thalassian, “I’ve got some bad news for you, Lyn.”

Meryn only carried that tone when he was about to be extremely annoying, and she sat up a little straighter in preparation for whatever he was about to drop on her, “About a mint plant? It looks great, but you’ve always had the green thumb between the two of us.”

He had inherited their grandmother’s inclination toward nature magic, something he hadn’t really had time to nurture until later in his adult years; his grasp of it was middling at best, but he had managed to get her some of the freshest cooking herbs she’d ever managed to get her hands on.

His smirk grew as he held his hands out in presentation, pointing at the lush plant sitting pretty in front of her, “Y’owe me fifty gold.”

No. She’d only been away for a WEEK. Her long ears slanted back and her freckled nose wrinkled as she shot a glance toward the living room before narrowing her eyes at her brother. “Absolutely not, he’s four. There’s no way he’s gotten his magic yet and—”

Meryn cut her off with a pleasant shout toward the living room, “Hey Ash! You wanna tell yer mom about th’ plant?”

They both looked at the doorway when Ash toddled over, the top of a small wooden spire tower in his hand that he’d brought over with him from whatever little city he’d been building, “I fixed it, momma! Uncle Em said it was sad, and that made me sad, so every day I talked to it and now it’s happy!”

Her brother grinned, obnoxiously pleased at the simple explanation, “An’ now it’s his friend, so y’own a mint plant.”

Lyn did her best not to huff — this was actually a big event, even if Ash didn’t realize it, and as much as she’d hoped he’d be a Light user like her there had always been a solid chance that he’d be able to use any kind of magic. Ana, his long deceased aunt, had been an arcanist, and between the surrogacy and not knowing who Ash’s father actually was or what they had been capable of… well.

She smiled back at her son, proud (if not a little miffed that she’d missed such a significant milestone), “You did a good job, hon. Maybe you can help make a window box with your uncle sometime soon, and we can pick up a few more sad plants at the Bazaar market on our way home?”

Ash beamed and bounced in place, obviously excited by the prospect, “YEAH!”

Her brother chuffed a pleased laugh, “Fine, fine. I’ll draw up some plans,” he leaned in and stage-whispered at Lyn for effect, “an’ buy some materials with th’ fifty gold you owe me.”

Lyn sighed and unlaced the coin purse from her belt, ready to pay up on a bet well won.

@daily-writing-challenge

[kingslayerstew]

cersei gets april fooled

[babyblueetbaemonster]

Random fine clothes I like :)

Girls' outfits in Daggerfall are amazing, and they all come in different colors!

[chasingthedragons]

Kingsguard armor through the ages

Ser Harrold Westerling, Ser Criston Cole and the twins Ser Arryk & Erryk Cargyll

Ser Arthur Dayne, the Sword of the Morning & Ser Gerold Hightower at the Tower of Joy

Ser Meryn Trant, Sandor Clegane the Hound, Ser Jaime Lannister the Kingslayer, Ser Gregor Clegane the Mountain & Ser Barristan Selmy

[rosenroot]

Hi, i love your work so much❤️, the sansa looking at the red comet is my favorite one, your sansa is so cute, so I'd like to suggest the scene on sansa VI in AGOT the "Maybe my brother will give me your head" part, or perhaps Dany IV ACOK with the blue heart in the house of the undying

This is more a comic than an illustration but I couldn’t capture all the thing in just one picture ;p

[holb32]

The Hound and the Lioness

Sandor Clegane x fem!reader - Smut -

Part One!

Summary - Gianna Lannister is the youngest daughter of Tywin Lannister from his second wife Lynnette Stark. When Gia rushes in to help Sansa Stark, after her nephew humiliates her, the king suddenly has a 'brilliant' idea... or so he says.

A/N - This is only the second time I've done something like this... so bare with me please.

WARNINGS - If you are UNDER 18 then DO NOT read! Forced marriage, loss of virginity, blow job, blood, PIV, maybe breeding kink and size kink, literally has no plot just doing this coz I had an idea! If I've missed anything that should be added as a warning then please let me know!

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Gianna watched from the crowd that had gathered in the throne room, as Joffrey terrorised poor Sansa Stark, again.

"You're here to answer for your brother's latest crimes. What do you have to say?" Joffrey aimed his armed crossbow at the Stark girl as she kneeled before him.

"Your Grace, whatever my traitor brother has done, I had no part in it!" The poor girl began to sob, "You know this, Your Grace. I beg-" Joffrey had cut her off before she could finish, Ser Lancel, tell her what her brother has done!" Demanded Joffrey.

As Ser Lancel stepped forwards, so did Gianna. She always knew something wasn't right with her eldest nephew. He was evil, one of the evilest beings she's ever come across. Gia was appalled with his actions and about the fact that no one could make him stop, not even his mother.

"Using some vile sorcery your brother fell on Stafford Lannister with an army of wolves." Lancel announced. Gianna couldn't understand how people actually believe this stuff. So she rolled her eyes and mentally face palmed herself, ridiculous fools, she thought to herself.

"Thousands of good men were slaughtered, after the butchering, the Northmen feasted on the meat of the slain." This made the crowd surrounding them gasp and whisper in horror. War was a dreadful thing, Gianna knew that, but she really couldn't see that happening. At least not on Robb Stark's orders or his mothers. When she first met them, when she went with her older sister Cersei and her family to Winterfell, she'd gotten on well with the Starks.

"Killing you would, mayhaps, send your traitor brother a message." Gianna snapped out of her thoughts at that, surely he's not really contemplating that? The poor Stark girl began to weep, "But my mother insists on keeping you alive, unfortunately. Stand." Sansa stood at the king's orders, ever the obedient Lady Stark. Gianna's pity for the girl grew day by day. She didn't deserve this, no one did.

"So, we'll just have to send your brother a message some other way." Gianna took another step forward, just so she stood slightly out of the crowd, as if she might run towards young Lady Stark, she was family after all, distant but still family. "Meryn." The unspoken order was spoken and Joffrey's favoured Kingsguard stepped towards Sansa, "Leave her face, I like her pretty." And with that Sansa was punched to the stomach.

Gianna gasped and tried to step forwards, but before anyone could truly notice, her handmaid Dalia grabbed her arm, "No, my Lady. I do not think it wise to step in." Gia didn't take her eyes off Sansa. Meryn took out his sword and struck the backs of her legs, so she fell to the floor.

"Meryn, my dear lady's over-dressed. Unburden her." The Knight stood behind poor Sansa and ripped the back of her dress open, "If you want Robb Stark to hear us, we're going to have to speak louder!" Ser Meryn took out his sword again, swinging it over his head, "What is the meaning of this?"

The crowd split to allow Gianna's brother, Tyrion Lannister, to make his way through along with his man Bronn. "What kind of Knight beats a helpless girl!" Snaps Tyrion. "The kind who serves his king, Imp!" Meryn Snapped back. Gianna hated that man, he was just as vile and cruel as her nephew. "Careful now, we wouldn't want to get blood all over your pretty white cloak." Bronn, even though he irritated Gia sometimes with his crude words, managed to shut the Knight up.

"Would someone get the girl something to cover herself with." Gianna and Sandor 'The Hound' stepped forward towards Sansa. "It's alright sweet girl, Tyrion will handle Joffrey." Whispered the young Lannister Lady as the Hound grabbed his White Cloak over her shoulders.

"She's to be your queen. Do you have no regard towards her honour?" Questioned Tyrion, "I'm punishing her!" Tyrion gaped, "For what crimes? She's not fighting her brother battles you half wit!" Gianna helped Sansa stand, wrapping the girl in her arms.

"Your behaviour is despicable, Nephew! She's done nothing wrong!" Gia shouted. The Stark girl shook in the Lannister Lady's arms. "Neither of you can speak to me like that! The king can do as he likes!" Again Lady Lannister rolled her eyes, "The Mad King did as he liked! Look where that got him! Killed by his own guard, his people rebelled against him. Is that what you want to be done to you? For people a hundred years from now to remember you as the king who beat helpless Ladies?" Snapped Gianna, turning to her brother, "Perhaps they'll title him 'The Half-wit King', brother?" The people in the room sniggered and gasped. Gia swore she heard The Hound huff amusingly behind her.

"No one threatens his Grace in the presence of the kingsguard!" Meryn rushed towards Gianna, threateningly. "I'm not threatening him, Ser. I'm merely giving my nephew some... advice." Gianna didn't bother to look at Ser Meryn. "Bronn the next time Ser Meryn speaks, kill him." Tyrion said in a bored manner, turing to Ser Meryn, "Now that was a threat... see the difference?!" Gia chuckled at her older brother, they'd always been close, even since she was a little girl.

Tyrion walked towards his little sister and Sansa, leading them away. "I apologise for my nephew's behaviour. Tell me the truth, do you want this wedding to happen?" Spoke Tyrion softly, "We could try to get the engagement broken, if you'd like?" Gia rubbed the girls shoulders and they walked, "I am loyal to king Joffrey-" Stated Sansa, pulling out of Gianna's arms, "He is my one true love." With that she walked ahead of them, her ladies maids following her.

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Gianna was summoned back to the throne room, a couple hours later. As she walked in she realised that the crowd had only gotten bigger. At the throne sat her nephew, on both sides of him were his mother, Gianna's only and older sister, and the hand, who was Gianna's father. At the bottom of the stairs to the throne stood the kingsguard.

"You summoned me, Your Grace." Gianna stood before her family. She had changed into a more comfortable dress, since she was planning to go horse riding after. "Yes, I did." Signed Joffrey. "Tell me, Dear Aunt. Do you think the way you spoke to me earlier was appropriate? Especially of a Lady." Questioned the king.

Gianna looked towards her father at that moment, his face was emotionless. So she looked towards her kingsguard brother, he looked nervous for her. "I said what I thought to be true, Your Grace." She wouldn't lie. He needed to be told. Cersei scoffed, "You're king deserves more respect from you." Gianna rolled her eyes, "DO NOT ROLL YOUR EYES AT ME!" Screeched Cersei. "My apologise, sister."

"You know, I'll have to punish you." Gia's heart began to race. Surely her father wouldn't allow that. She was his daughter, and she knew he favoured her out of all his children. Looking towards him again she saw that his face was still, emotionless.

"You see, I've had a few hours to... come up with your punishment. Mother helped me." They both chuckled. "You're young, unmarried, pretty. What better punishment is there than to marry you to a... hound." The crowd gasped at their king's words. Joffrey laughed hysterically. "Mother's always calling you a bitch, so it seems quite fitting! Don't you think?!" I glanced towards 'The Hound' . He stood tall, but you could tell he was angry.

"Your Grace I don't think that's-" Tywin tried to reason with his grandson, he didn't want to drag his house through the mud again. "Silence!'' shouted Joffrey. "Hound stand by your bride to be!" Sandor reluctantly moved to stand beside Gianna. "The Hound and his bitch. He's so massive I'm sure he'll split her open when he takes her maidenhead!" Gianna looked down in shame at being spoken about in such a way.  

“Your wedding will be the day after tomorrow.” With that Joffrey excused everyone. Gianna quickly left the throne room, rushing to her chambers. Tears were dripping down her face as threw herself on her bed; her head buried in her arms. 

[twilitakesscreenshots]

can't wait for these two to have the sloppiest, nastiest enemies to lovers sex

[fromtheseventhhell]

"Rhaegar is a prophecy obsessed man"

"He doesn't love anyone"

"He just wanted prophecy babies"

???

Did i miss something in the books? I get it, Rhaegar cared for the prophecy because the threat of the others is real, but why do people believe this dude is a fucking robot? O.o

Also, didn't Grrm call him "love struck prince"?

You didn't miss anything in the books, fandom just loves coming up with reasons to justify their hatred toward Rhaegar. Portraying him as a soulless, heartless monster just makes that easier than using what's actually written about his character.

[lotusqueens]

And when your fantasies become your legacy Promise me a place in your house of memories...

Ser Meryn Baratheon had spend years as youth in the Red Keep, where many reported that he had grown fond of both the Princess and her dear friend, the Lady Alicent, and after her father took Alicent to wife, Rhaenyra often found comfort in his company. 

This friendship would remain even after Meryn returned home to Storm’s End with his new wife, Lady Celia of House Tully and even years later, hateful tongues would whisper behind closed doors that Rhaenyra’s firstborn child and heir, Prince Baelon Velaryon, looked the image of the future Lord Paramount of the Stormlands and nothing like the future King Consort.

[moonliched]

some other stuff from my fnaf mer au✨ turns out the method of drawing Y/N's breathing mask and Chica's beak are pretty much identical. also this was my first time drawing Roxy!

[winged-wolf-dreamer]

A Random TWOW Theory

So as of the end of ADWD, Boros Blount is serving as Tommen's food taster, and I wonder if that will come into play in TWOW. Someone poisons Tommen's food and instead poisons Boros and he dies as a result, further inflaming Cersei's paranoia.

Now, who would want to do that? Well, as also established in ADWD, Nymeria Sand is traveling to KL to take Doran's place on the Small Council, giving her closer access to the King, and she has expressed desire in the past to have him killed, as revenge for the various deaths the Lannisters have inflicted on the Martells (I believe she singled out Oberyn as who she would be taking revenge for in Tommen's case).

And it doesn't even have to be Nymeria. Varys could very well attempt it just to increase tensions between Cersei and the various other factions in the city to make it more difficult for them to unite against Aegon. It wouldn't even need to be successful for it to work, so Boros dying wouldn't be something he would need to plan around. Just one less (ineffectual) sword around Tommen and Cersei ultimately.

[asoiafandotherbooks]

Watch "One Night in Braavos" on YouTube

[kingslayerstew]

welcoming their new brother