#muse ; theon

[thewokedragon]

Sometimes I remember the reason I got attached to game of thrones was because it was a story about outcasts the ones who didn’t fit into society, the exile, the bastard, the dwarf, the girl and the queen who wanted to be born male, the broken boy, the boy who was a brother but also a hostage… only for it all to end with the “others” as the bad guys and conformity to win

[cynicalclassicist]

Irony with Stannis and Richard III characters

So it's clear that there are a few characters in ASOIAF who take some inspiration from Richard III. Ned Stark, Tyrion Lannister, Richard III, Rickard Karstark and Arnolf Karstark...

It's not one-to-one, Ned also has Richard, duke of York, and Lord Hastings, etc.

But I find it ironic that Stannis' defeat at the Blackwater comes from another Richard III character, one who really leans into the literary image of Richard.

And then Tyrion also gets classed as a villain by the regime.

But this makes it feel ironic that in Stannis' Northern plot he is up against another Richard III figure, namely Arnolf Karstark.

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With his hunchback, his plot to get his (great-)nephew killed and marry his (great-)niece to her "uncle" (first cousin once removed), and the Karstark sigil being a sun and its words "the Sun in Winter" Arnolf has similarities to the theatrical Richard III. I did get that line from the Villains Wiki page, but I wrote it so...

Arnolf is basically Richard III from Shakespeare's play with all the rhetorical splendour taken out. Along with being much older. He is a pretty exaggerated character, described as looking like a vulture.

He's a pretty scummy traitor, claiming to support Stannis as part of a plot with the Boltons to defeat him, enabling his branch of the family to take control of Karhold.

And in the preview chapter of The Winds of Winter, which GRRM certainly should have released, we see that Stannis knows of Arnolf's treachery and makes it clear that they are not going to survive.

The theory is that he is going to trick the Freys into charging onto the frozen lake...

...and tricking people to their death in the water feels like a nice counter to his defeat at the Blackwater.

I'm still annoyed at the show doing such a disappointing finish to his storyline, it really dragged out Season 6 and there was real cinematic potential over the logistical nonsense of the Battle of the Bastards.

Also, the guy who is also in the room throughout the chapter is... Theon Greyjoy. Who is also kind of a Richard III figure...

I can't recall where, but the fact that he is thought to have murdered two princes (which he didn't do, but he wanted people to think that he had) and then gets forced into a hideous form in punishment... symbolic?

Anyway, just my ramblings!

This is not much of an essay, maybe just something to put down.

If you want something a tad lighter, Larys Strong in House of the Dragon looks very much like Laurence Oliver's Richard III... Is Larys based on Larry? Or is this overthinking it?

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[k-tries-asoiaf-rp]

...𝔇𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔦𝔰 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔡.

𝔅𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 ℜ𝔢𝔢𝔨.

INFORMATION.

Name : Theon Greyjoy

Age : Verse dependent

Sexuality : bisexual

Face claim : Tamino Amir (might change)

House : House Greyjoy

RELATIONSHIPS

Parents: Balon Greyjoy († 299 AC) & Alanys Harlaw

Siblings: Rodrik († 289 AC), Maron († 289 AC) & Asha Greyjoy〘 Older siblings 〙

Other bonds: ╰⊱ Euron, Victarion & Aeron Greyjoy 〘 Paternal uncles 〙 ╰⊱ Jeyne Poole ╰⊱ Robb Stark († 299 AC) ╰⊱ Dagmer Cleftjaw ╰⊱ Kyra († 300 AC) ╰⊱ Patrek Mallister

VERSES.

Pre-ACOK: Everything involving Theon's Greyjoy before the event on ACOK. From Balon's rebellion, to the war of five Kings.

Post-ACOK: Follows the narrative of Theon Greyjoy after he is taken to the Dreadfort to up the point he and Jeyne escape.

Post-ADWD: Self explanatory. Any scenario that plays after Theon & Jeyne's escape from Winterfell.

I'm open to canon-divergent AUs, so if you want to plot anything don't hesitate out messaging.

[winterreigned]

@mercyburned clicked the heart for a starter!

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇'𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐊𝐄𝐏𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓, the world know not of theon greyjoy's fate after the battle for dawn. the only time sansa spoke of it was to asha when they all had met to determine the fate of the seven kingdoms. she knew the pain of losing a sibling, she also knew the pain of THINKING she had lost one. his sister deserved the truth, even if they had not seen eye to eye during the meeting.

it is with gentle steps the newly crowned queen in the north strides the halls of winterfell. the days were long, but the evenings were for herself. it had grown to be a habit for sansa to check on theon before bed, to ensure his injuries were healing according to the maester's projections. after all, sansa felt it was the least she could do after everything the pair of them had been through, after theon had risked his own life to save her brother's. the north and theon greyjoy had a complicated relationship, though it is no doubt to the queen that he was a true northern hero when all was said and done.

❝ me again, ❞ she announces, knuckles rapping against the wood door of his quarters. blue eyes take him in, a pleased smile growing onto features as she sees the progress he has made in these weeks. it was quite touch and go for some time, maesters unable to assure sansa theon would even live. yet, all the same, here he was. they had all defied the fates that tried to tear them down.

❝ i spoke with the maesters, ❞ sansa begins, walking over to theon's bed, sitting gently on the side. she's intentional not to stir him, cause any pain to a fragile state. ❝ they tell me come tomorrow they will try to begin having you leave your chambers. perhaps spend some time throughout the castle. ❞ there's another flash of a smile, blue eyes looking at him. ❝ i wanted to invite you to our small council, if it would interest you. ❞

[lcvb1tesmoved]

you talk in your sleep. / everett & theon

@ambcrinos ( theon / everett )

this was not supposed to happen and theon knew it. he was the king's bodyguard who despised the dark faes and he was in bed with one and theon didn't know how to react when he woke up to find himself bare with everett in his arms. he could only imagine what the consequences would be if the king were to find out where he spent his night instead of being on patrol, but he couldn't think of that right now as he looked down at the young fae when hearing him speak. his worries being put aside as he chuckled with fingers absently running along the other's arm. "i certainly hope i did not speak badly of you when i slept. i would hate to ruin what transpired between us last night."

[moonglowmuses]

theon was stretched out on a park bench, his head on one side and his feet on the other. most of the time, he would not allow himself to be in such a vulnerable position, but he was exhausted and he fell asleep without being able to anticipate it. it was a usual nightmare that greeted him. it was a jumbled amalgam of painful events from his past. it was his father yelling that he was no man and no heir. it was his sister's tough love. it was ramsay's wicked smile. it was the swinging of the sword that took lord eddard's head. a person awoke him by shaking his shoulder and he sprung to life as if he had not been asleep in the first place. "i.... what is happening? i... i think that i had a nightmare. i am... i am sorry."

@bejcwcled

[lykaes]

[themodernwitchsguide]

greek god epithets (pt.2)

this post includes hades, persephone, aphrodite, hermes, apollo, artemis, dionysus, and hekate. for part one including zeus, hera, demeter, ares, athena, poseidon and hephaestus click here

HADES:

-PLOUTON= of wealth

-THEON CHTHONIUS= god of the underworld

-POLYSEMANTOR= ruler of many

-POLYDEGMON/POLYXENUS= host of many

-NECRODEGMON= receiver of the dead

-NECRON SOTER= savior of the dead

-ADESIUS= of grace

-STYGIUS= from the Styx

-URAGUS= of fire

-NIGER DEUS= the black god

PERSEPHONE:

-CHTHONIA= of the earth

-CARPOPHORUS= bringer of fruit

-SOTEIRA= the savior

-MEGALA THEA= the great Goddess

-HAGNE= the pure/holy one

-DAEIRA= the knowing one

-PRAXIDICE= the exacter of justice

-PROTOGONE= the first born

-BRIMO= the dreaded/vengeful

APHRODITE:

-URANIA= of heavenly/divine love

-PANDEMOS= common to all people

-MACHANITIS= the diviser/contriver

-EPISTROPHIA= she who turns to love

-CALASCOPIA= the spying/all seeing

-PSITHYRISTES= the whispering

-PRAXIS= of sexual action

-MELAENIS= the black

-SYMMACHIA= the ally in love

-APATURUS= the deceptive one

-NYMPHIA= the bridal

-MIGONTIS= of unions

-DORITIS= the bountiful

-MORPHO= of shapely form

-AMBOLOGERA= the postponer of old age

-NICEPHORUS= the bringer of victory

-HOPLISMENA= the armed

-AREIA= the warlike

-EUPLOEA= of fair voyages

-PONTIA= of the sea

-LIMENIA= of the harbor

-XENIA= of hospitality to foreigners

-PHILOMIDES= the laughter loving

-APHROGENEIA/APHROGENES= the foam born

-PHILOMMEDES= the genital loving

-CHRYSEA= the golden

-DIA= the golden/shining

-POTHON MATER= the mother of desire

-EUSTEPHANUS= the richly crowned/the well girdled

-EN KIPIS= of vegetation/agricultural fertility

HERMES:

-EPIMELIUS= keeper of the flocks

-OEOPOLUS= the shepherd

-AGORAEUS= of the market place

-DOIUS= of crafts/wiles

-ENAGONIUS= of the games

-PROMACHUS= the champion

-HERMENEUTES= the interpreter/translator (of the gods)

-TRICEPHALUS= the three headed

-DIACTORUS= the guide/messenger

-ATHANATUS DIACTORUS= the immortal guide

-ANGELUS MACARON/ANGELUS ATHANATON= messenger of the divine

-CHRYSORRHAPIS= of the golden wand

-CLEPSIPHRON= the deceiver

-MECHANIOTES= the trickster/contriver

-PHELETES= the thief/robber/rustler

-ARCHUS PHELETEON= leader of robbers/thieves

-POECILOMETES/POLYTROPUS= the wily

-DAIS HETAERUS= comrade of the feast

-CHARIDOTES= giver of joy

-CHARMOPHRON= the glad-hearted

-DOTOR EAON= giver of good things

-ACACETA= the guileless/gracious

-EUSCOPUS= the keen sighted/watchful

-CYDIMUS/ERICYDES/AGLAUS= the glorious/famous/splendid

-CRATUS/CRATERUS= the strong/mighty

-POMPAEUS= the guide

APOLLO:

-THEARIUS= of the oracle

-PROUPSIUS= the foreseeing

-CLERIUS= of distribution by lot

-CLEDONES= of omens

-HECATUS= the shooter from afar/the archer

-AGRAEUS= of the hunt/the hunter

-MUSAGETES= the leader of the Muses

-ULIUS= of good health

-PAEON= the healer

-ACESIUS= of healing

-ALEXICACUS= averter of evil/harm

-EPICURIUS= the succoring/helping

-BOEDROMIUS= the rescuer

-LYCIUS= of the wolves

-SMINTHEUS= of the mice

-DELPHINIUS= of the dolphin

-ACTIUS= of the foreshore

-THEOXENIUS= the god of foreigners

-ARGYEUS= of streets/public places/entrances to homes

-VIROTUTIS= the benefactor of humanity

ARTEMIS:

-AGROTERA= of the hunt

-PHERAEA= of the beasts

-ELAPHAEA= of the deer

-DAPHNAEA= of the laurel tree

-CEDREATIS= of the cedar tree

-CARYAE/CARYATIS= of the walnut tree

-LIMNAEA/LIMNATUS= of the lake

-HELEIA= of the marshes

-EURYNOME= of broad pastures

-LYCAEA= of the wolves

-LEUCOPHRYNE= of the white (bird)

-PAEDOTROPHUS= the nurse of children

-PHILOEIRAX= the friend of young girls

-ORSILOCHIA= the helper of childbirth

-SELASPHORUS/PHOSPHORUS= the light bringer

-SOLEIRA= the saviour

-HEMERASIA= she who soothes

-HYMNIA= of the hymns

-HEGEMORE= the leader of dances/choir

-ARISTE= the best/the excellent

-EUCLEIA= of good repute

-CALLISTE= the very beautiful

-BASILEIS= the princess

-HIEREIA= the priestess

-HEURIPPA= the horse finder

-PEITHO= the persuasive

-PYRONIA= of the fire

DIONYSUS:

-BROMIUS= the noisy/boisterous

-MAENOLES= the mad/raging

-NYCTELIUS= of the night

-LAMPTERUS= of the torches

-HESTIUS= of the feast

-PHALLEN= the phallic

-ANDROGYNUS= the androgynous (of sexuality, he bed all genders)

-PHLEON= the luxuriant

-STAPHYLITES= of the grape

-OMPHACITES= of the unripe grape

-LENAEUS= of the wine press

-THEOENUS= the god of wine

-AGATHUS DAEMON= the good spirit (as in a ghost, not a drink)

-OENOPS= the wine-dark

-ACRATOPHORUS= the bringer of mixed wine

-CISSEUS= of the ivy

-CITIOPHORUS= the ivy bearer

-ANTHION= of the flowers

-CISTOPHORUS= the basket bearer

-DIMETOR= twice born

-IRAPHIOTES= the goat child

-AEGOBOLUS= the goat slayer

-MELANAEGIS= of the black goat-skin

-ANTHROPORRAESTUS= the man slayer

-LYSIUS= of release

-ELEUTHEREUS= of liberation/freedom

-PSILAX= uplifted on wings

-SAOTES/SOTERIUS= the savior

-AESYMNETES= the dictator

-POLITES= the citizen

-MYSTES= of mysteries

-CHTHONIUS= of the earth

-MELPOMENUS= the singer/of the tragic plays

HEKATE:

-BRIMO= the dreaded/the vengeful

-CHTHONIA= of the earth

-DESPOINA= the goddess/our lady

-ENODIA= of the crossroads

-AENAOS= the eternal/the ever loving

-AGLAOS= the beautiful/the bright

-APOTROPAIA= the one that protects

-EROTOTOKOS= the bringer of love

-INDALIMOS= the beautiful

-KLEIDOUCHOS= the keeper of the keys of Hades

-KOUROTRPHOS= the nurse of children

-PHOSPHOROUS/LAMPADEPHOROUS= the bringer/bearer of light

-SOTERIA= the savior

-TRIMORPHE- the three formed

-TRIODIA/TRIODITIS= she who frequents crossroads

[winterprince601]

so we all know that the got show wildly underutilised the direwolves and robbed them of all magical significance, which annoys me because the starks finding the direwolves in chapter one of got seems to be a direct counter to the existential threat posed by the others in the prologue. they don't just mark the beginning of political upheaval, but also the return of magic to westeros. like daenerys' dragons, they are the magical counterbalance to the evil power of the others - one of the many incarnations of ice in the prophesised song of ice and fire.

having said that, they also have personal roles for each stark. the nominal determinism of the pups has been well analysed but i think you could read thoroughly into the behaviour of each one - for instance, nymeria connecting arya to westeros and her identity as a stark warg and summer matching bran's weird-girl green-seer energy.

to cut a long-winded post short, however, i think ghost is going to have to die in order for jon to be resurrected. i hate the thought as much as you likely do - ghost has been a close companion of jon and the reader throughout the series but unfortunately, that's what makes the sacrifice so meaningful. i do think jon's resurrection will require a sacrifice: it won't be like the show where jon sits up, is sad for five minutes and then hops off the dissection table to swing a sword about.

one of the many things ghost's name seems to foreshadow is jon's resurrection. not only that, but theon suggests the albino wolf is bound for death, saying he will "die faster than the others". however, when jon retorts "this one belongs to me", he takes responsibility for ghost's life. this is what all the starks do for their pups, but in jon the rescue is especially marked: he turns back to find ghost and whilst he is the runt of the litter, under jon's care he grows to be bigger than his siblings. jon gives ghost life and it makes a lot of symbolic sense for that life to be eventually returned. moreover, ghost with his weirwood colouring represents the old gods of the north - jon even muses that he might be some kind of agent of them. i don't think the lord of light alone can bring jon back: it has to be a rebirth of ice and fire, a spring-like mix of both elements of jon's nature.

jon's resurrection will mark a major change for the direction of his character and is potentially the first step towards realising his targaryen heritage and maaaybe becoming a dragon rider. the death of ghost, of his past as the invisible bastard of winterfell, might be necessary for this. however, i don't believe ghost or his identity as a wolf, as a stark, will truly leave him. if he has warged into ghost and lives on for a period of time in his body, it only makes sense that ghost will live on in him even after he has died. prolonged warging can create slippage between man and beast which we've already seen between living jon and his direwolf. we won't lose ghost entirely and perhaps with the affirmation of robb's will and finally turning home towards winterfell, jon will realise he doesn't need the physical emblem of a direwolf to be a stark - he has the wolfblood of the old gods and the first men within him always.

[westerosiqueens]

muse: Alara Stark

era: Game of Thrones, House of the Dragon

particular wanted connections: Starks in general, Northern bannermen, Theon Greyjoy, Ramsay Snow, Jacaerys Velaryon, Osha, Maester Luwin, Hodor

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[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

Dead Girl Walking

Pairing(s): Jon Snow x Stark!Reader, Ned Stark x Catelyn Tully, refereneced!Rhaegar Targaryen x Lyanna Stark

Warnings: none

Words: 2086

Summary: If this could possibly be your last night alive, you wanted to make it worthwhile.

They were coming.

Arya and Sansa flagged either side of you, knowing that battle would be upon you soon. Maybe that night or tomorrow, the Night King’s army was drawing closer.

Winterfell had fallen onto your shoulders after your eldest brother was beheaded. When you took back your home during the Battle of the Bastards, the northern men that remained named you their queen.

No longer were the Starks scattered throughout Westeros. They were where they truly belonged: in the north. Fewer in numbers, but finally together.

Below the parapet you stood on, men and women alike were preparing themselves to fight for their lives. Surprisingly, their hustle and bustle soothed your nerves. Unsullied, Wildlings, Dothraki and noble blood laike were united. And despite the thumping of boots against stone, the night was otherwise calm and quiet. The fire at your back warmed you.

In a nervous tick, you hold the pommel of your sword. You hoped this wouldn’t be your last battle.

“Practice your dance moves while you still can.” You address Arya who nods and leaves to do just that. She had trained with the Faceless Men in Braavos; you hoped that would be enough to keep her alive. Leaving just you and Sansa alone. You didn’t want to scare her, but you needed to tell her the truth of things. “I may not make it out alive.”

Immediately she opens her mouth to protest but you silence her.

“It’s something that can very well happen. I want you to know now that if I am to die in battle, I want you to take my place as Queen of the North.” You took off the metal circlet that had been comfortably lying atop of your head. It had caused quite the argument between you and the Dragon Queen Daenerys. Even though she had accepted the north as its own separate dominion, she still didn’t like the crown on your head.It made her feel insecure. In a land where the people adored you and obviously didn’t trust her, Daenerys knew that the people were your’s. “This would look far better on you anyway.”

Sansa swallowed back whatever protest that had been sitting on her tongue. “You’ve been through worse battles than this.”

Unable to catch your laugh, you shake your head. “Never against the dead. The living are an easier foe.”

Clinking of metal behind you makes you turn. Sansa smiles fondly at the semi-armored direwolf. “Even Storm is ready for battle.” Sansa muses. Your dark gray direwolf was missing an eye from the bloody battle against Ramsay. It made her appear even more deadly than she already was. She towered over her albino brother Ghost and even some of the soldiers. The days when they were both playful puppies were long gone. Nostalgia grips you when you remembered how you and your siblings sat in a circle and picked your direwolf pups. Of course the odd looking one went to your bastard brother Jon. The albino pup had garnered your attention until Storm had stumble up to you in the most adorable fashion. She had chosen you. Out of all of your siblings, Storm wanted you as her partner in crime. From that moment you knew the two of you would be together until the very end.

And the end was probably creeping up.

As a child you had always been fearful, the kind of child that got scared over the smallest creature. Theon teased you relentlessly. Jon took the job upon himself to become your protector during such times. He would go after Theon with his sword and tend to you in an attempt to make you feel better. Thanks to Jon, he helped you learn how to be brave and not be so scared of the world around you.

You needed a little bit more help in remembering what it felt like to be brave. This was something your father had always warned you about. Winter had arrived and with it the Night King’s crusade. All of Old Nan’s tales were coming true.

Excusing yourself from Sansa’s side, you delve into the castle that was now completely your’s to control and protect. Old and ancient halls where you, Robb, and Jon would run through in the early years before Sansa and your younger siblings were born. Bruising knees on the hard stone when one of you fell down, the other two were always there to help their fallen sibling back up.

You passed the Great Hall where many were gathered, talking quietly amongst one another. Wine was being handed out to anyone who looked nervous. Liquid courage and perhaps the last sweet thing they may taste.

Some of the wildlings and Dothraki men were talking loudly, boisterous laughs echoing even though there was a language barrier. Drinking certified them as comrades in arms. The sight was enough to make you smile at least for a little bit.

Daenerys may have been gracious enough to loan you her army fro the time being, but it was you that made the Dragon Queen’s men and your own get along. The merging of Westeros and Essos. That was you. Something Robb was never able to do was keep his army together.

You inhale sharply and shake your head free of those thoughts that were best left in the grave. Yet your ears continued to grow numb to sound reducing you to stumbling about like a drunk until you finally made it to the family crypt. Your ever loyal Storm followed you down the tight stairs, making sure you didn’t fall. The musky smell of the crypts took the edge off of you as you entered the final resting place of your family. It was quiet and glowed warmly from the torches, revealing that there was one other living person already there in front of your father’s statue.

A man who turned out wasn’t Jon’s father. It must have been bittersweet for Jon to discover his true parentage.

“How fortuitous that you’re down here right when I need you most.” You smile shyly at Jon.

His lips turn up gently. “Something told me that I should come down here.” Ghost pokes his head from around the corner, red eyes two beacons of light. “Or rather someone. Besides, you used to come down here when you were younger. Something about it being quiet soothed you. For a child that was scared of everything, the crypts have never been a problem for you.”

“I felt like our ancestors were protecting me. Like they each gave me a piece of their courage.” The stoney face of Ned Stark looked down on you and Jon. Looking at the carved details of his face made you fill with sorrow. “I just wish Robb and mother could have been buried here too. . .”

“They may not be physically here, but their spirit is.” With the small amount of light offered to you, you catch sight of the scars on Jon’s face. Faint silver lines that told the story of his life at Castle black. They oddly suited him and his often serious expression. Catelyn may have never loved Jon, but Robb loved him just as much as Bran or Rickon. As hard as you searched his face, you just couldn’t see any Targaryen traits. Even if his father had been Rhaegar, Jon was of the north. The Stark in his veins was enough to overwhelm the Targaryen.

Gingerly, Jon wraps an arm around your shoulder and pulls you against his side. You focused on his warmth, the desires of your heart starting to become louder. There had always been an unspoken bond between you and Jon. Neither of you spoke of it out loud, afraid that even speaking of it would bring ruin to the both of you.

But he wasn’t by blood your brother. The truth was out.

Cheeks feeling warm, you take a step away from him. You laugh a little bit at yourself. “What kind of queen am I to show my fear? Mother would never have let her cards slip so easily. Sansa reminds me so much of her now. . .”

“You’re only human. You fear losing your home and people you love. You’re a good queen (y/n). Lord Ned would be proud of you and all that you have done. Winterfell once again belongs to the Starks because of you.” Dark eyes delve deep into you, eyes that wanted to let you know that everything would be okay and if not, well, Jon would stay by your side just like Storm. Until the very end. In the face of Daenerys Targaryen, Jon had to refer to her as queen; it was clear to all though that his real queen was you. He would not forsake you. Now now, not ever. Besides Robb, no man had ever loved you quite as much as Jon did.

Reaching your arms up, you cup his face with your palms. Easily Jon lets his face fall into your hands, nuzzling his nose into your touch. How easily Jon trusted you and put down his walls.

You wanted to hold him, place your head against his strong chest. Like you did when you went to the Wall to ask for his help. Years apart had changed you both greatly yet Jon’s arms still felt the same from when you had last embraced him.

Perhaps it was too bold of you, but being with Jon made you feel bolder; You sprung up on your toes and kiss. To finally kiss him after years of longing and confusion. If you were to die, you wanted to do so without any regrets. You wanted to let Jon know just how much you loved him and how you had never stopped. Relief had washed over you the moment Jon revealed what he had learned from Sam. That he wasn’t your half-brother which would still be looked down upon in the north if you were to have any sort of romantic relationship with him. Cousins were commonly married to one another.

Surprise took him as he slipped backward a little bit, but Lord Eddard Stark’s statue was enough to keep him up. It didn’t take long for him to melt against you. If you were to die, you wanted Jon to be the last thing you tasted.

Targaryen and Stark, perhaps the pair were always inevitable. The dragons had conquered the north centuries before, but had still been able to respect Torrhen Stark by giving him the title of Warden.

In his eyes you saw no dragon or wolf. You just saw Jon. Your Jon that you had known since you were a babe. Your best friend, your confidant, the one you had loved since you were a girl.

As he pulled away, stars filled his gaze as he breathed heavily.

“I love you Jon. More than a brother. More than a cousin. More than any man I have ever known.” You lower your gaze, feeling the sun in your cheeks. “If. . . If we are all to die tonight-”

Jon abruptly grabs your face and once again you’re kissing him. “We will live to see the sun rise. Not much good has prospered for me being half Targaryen, except for one thing.” To your utter shock, Jon bent down on one knee while still holding your hand. “My Queen, if you would have me it would be my honor to stand beside you for the rest of my life and after.”

You wanted to slap him initially for taking so long to propose, but you went with your second reaction: you threw yourself against him in an embrace. Both of your winter pelts smooshing against the other. “And how long have you been sitting on those words?”

Chuckling, Jon holds onto you as Storm and Ghost watch. “For years. It was never feasible until now.” You knew he could hear your heart beating fiercely. “We have no choice but to defeat the White Walkers now.”

Yes, you wouldn’t let the Night King take this one great joy away from you. For your future with Jon, you had to be brave. You would be brave. Jon had always been a source of courage for you.

The next kiss you gave him was of a different nature. Seductive and enticing, sweeter than any honey. You still wanted a taste. “Are you opposed to escorting me to my chambers?”

A boyish smile makes your chest flutter. “Of course, Your Grace.”

[zokladraconis]

𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋: hit the heart for a starter from one of my direwolves muses. please specify which one and if you are a multimuse, specify your own muse. most of the starters will be set during the later seasons of got (if the wolves are in got) and season two (if they are in hotd).

direwolves:

ghost

grey wind

summer

nymeria

lady (upon request)

shadow (cregan stark oc direwolf)

sandborn (sara snow direwolf)

rød streik (king torrhen stark direwolf)

shaggydog

kryken (oc direwolf for theon)

[thelittlestrcse]

“𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝐻𝒾𝑔𝒽𝑔𝒶𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓃! 𝒴𝑜𝓊’𝒹 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒, 𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹. 𝒲𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒶 𝑔𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓋𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃. 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓈𝓉𝓊𝓂𝑒𝓈, 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒽𝓈.” - Margaery Tyrell

King Robert’s successful reign ensured peace in the realm, and the Highgarden Masquerade played a role in maintaining it. By encouraging families from all across the realm to eat, drink, and be merry, it aided in fostering friendly relations across the land.

As the night of the Harvest Moon neared, Highgarden was already bustling with masquerade festivities. Families, great and small alike, had been arriving for days now from all across the seven kingdoms, and people had packed the capital to the brim. 

With so many families in the capital, all drinking and dancing, who knows what might happen? What kind of scandals could occur, and how many secrets could people reveal?

this is currently a closed group verse for the Highgarden Masquerade ball. Eat, drink, and be merry and enjoy yourselves as the festivities begin. the list of taken muses is down below.

please track the tag: gv | 𝔭𝔞𝔭𝔢𝔯 𝔣𝔞𝔠𝔢𝔰 𝔬𝔫 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔡𝔢 list of taken muses: trysta tyrell, sansa stark, alicent hightower, jacerys targaryen, brienne of tarth, theon greyjoy, cregan stark, sandor clegane, daemon targaryen, daeron targaryen, domeric bolton, willas tyrell, aegon targaryen, garrett hightower, margaery tyrell, olenna tyrell, jon snow

graphic by: @dracaryse

[owlsinathens]

So, I've written something for the first time in months. Not too sure what this actually is at the moment, but I sure as fuck won't question it 🤷🏻‍♀️

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They’re left alone in the yard, Theon and the little redhead. Robb, Theon repeats the boy’s name in his head. He looks to be about five or six years old, with huge eyes and a lot of freckles all over his nose. A bit too young for Theon, but the boy is the lord's oldest son, so he’ll have to do. For a long moment they stare at each other.

“Come, I’ll show you Winterfell,” the boy – Robb – declares, shuffling his feet. He looks excited, as if he can’t wait, and despite being tired Theon shrugs and follows the boy out of the yard, and into another one.

There’s a gate in that yard and Robb leads Theon through. After a few paces they come out – into the strangest place Theon has ever seen.

The ground is covered with moss, except for a footpath that Robb skips down, not looking back. He doesn’t notice that Theon isn’t following anymore, that he’s rooted to the spot, looking around in awe with his heart beating loudly in his chest.

There are trees everywhere. Big trees, with thick crowns that let almost no light filter into the grove – Theon swallows, a chill running down his spine as his gaze falls on the tree in the middle of it all.

It’s big, gigantic even, with blood-red leaves, the white bark as pale as the bones washing up on the beaches of Old Wyk. In the middle of it a face is carved into the bark, as red as the leaves, as if it is leaking blood, and Theon shivers.

This is a place for different gods than the one Theon knows, gods that fit the man who all of this belongs to, dark and cold and frightening.

“Theon!”

The boy’s – Robb’s – voice rips Theon out of his thoughts. He looks for him, finally spotting the curly red hair next to a pond, under a few blind dark windows. Robb is bouncing up and down, waving at Theon to come over.

Theon squints. Next to Robb another someone has appeared, a little smaller than him, with dark curls tumbling around a pale face. One of the lord’s other children, Theon muses as he cautiously walks over. Robb said he’s got a few siblings.

This must be his sister, Theon decides as he comes closer. The girl looks nothing like Robb, more like her father, and Theon hopes this is not the one he’s going to have to marry.

It had been his uncle Rodrik who’d said it, whispering urgently to Theon’s mother as she sat there crying, painting a picture of what Theon's life would look like in the lord's castle. He’ll be treated with honour, the uncle had said. Lord Stark has children of his own, and mayhaps one day…”

His mother’s sobs hadn’t ceased, and Theon had stopped listening after that, suppressing the urge to cover his ears. He didn't want to be treated with honour, he wanted to stay at home.

When he reaches the two children, Theon gives the girl a closer look. She’s wearing boy clothes, just like Asha always does. Dark hair, dark eyes boring into Theon’s, her mouth forming a small pout.

“This is my brother, Jon,” Robb crows, gesticulating wildly. “Jon, this is Theon. He’s going to live here.”

Oh, a boy. A younger son. Theon gives a half-hearted wave, already losing interest. Still, can’t hurt to be nice.

“I thought you were a girl,” he says with a grin. “You have hair like one.”

Robb’s hand flies to his mouth to hide a giggle, and Theon grins wider, satisfied with this reaction. Until his gaze falls on the other boy – Jon – uh-oh. Theon’s smile fades when the boy glares at him, the dark brows gathering over his eyes, glittering with – is that boy crying?

Theon frowns, confusedly opening his mouth to ask what’s wrong, when suddenly the boy turns, running away along the path, and out of the Godswood before Theon can say a single thing.

“Oh no,” Robb says, his shoulders drooping. “Jon is weird again.” He sighs, gathering something – a small cloak, Theon realizes – from the ground, dusting it off. “I’ll go and look for him. "Are you coming?”

Not waiting for an answer Robb marches away, and with a shrug Theon follows. The other boy will calm down again, and then they’ll start afresh. Or not. Theon doesn’t really care either way.