#yna one-eye

[coldraindropsss]

The Happy Port is a brothel near Ragman’s Harbor in Braavos. Meralyn is the proprietor along with her girls.

Assadora of Ibben, Blushing Bethany, Canker Jeyne, Meralyn, The Drunken Daughter, Lanna, Sailor’s Wife, S'vrone, Yna One-Eye

[selkiewife]

A long time ago I remember someone in the asoiaf fandom had wanted to start a podcast dedicated to the sex workers of asoiaf. Did that ever get going? Does anyone know?

[dyannawynnedayne]

Magic User Slapfight - Round 1

Sansa: art by starspilli, AWOIAF Page

Yna: Ana de Mendoza, Princess of Eboli, AWOIAF Page

BRACKET LINK

[sufferingmuse]

One-eye Yna who could tell your fortune from a drop of blood -AFFC, Cat of the Canals

Young Prince Lucerys took a knife and plunged it into Aemond's eye. Afterward, Aemond was known as Aemond One-eye-TWOIAF, The Targaryen Kings: Viserys I

[lyxzeun]

— IL DOTTORE ;; various prompts

YNA LEFT A MESSAGE ;; ideas from #1 dottore kisser @cxlrosii👹

。tw ; several suggestive parts in each prompt, arguments, sentimental dottore in scenario 01 。

SCENARIO 01 ;; downbad, smitten, and desperate reader (a very cal-like reader)

dottore was very indeed proud that he was so good enough for you to act this way. he loved your acts of service and the way you’d pretty much do anything for him. he would look like he doesn’t react to it much but beyond his mask, you’d know that what he felt was pure joy once he knew that you really love him, whether in or out of bed, day or night, weak or strong, rough or gentle— all he knew was even at the times the two of you would fight, dottore knew it was just a simple debate of your choices. even if he had came to realize that he was wrong in the argument and he would try to apologize, you’d always insist that you two would go on about his plan, even if yours was right. he loved the way you felt desperate to please him, love him. dottore never really felt like that way; the way that he felt so loved that he felt like he was worshipped, and that was the best part.

SCENARIO 02 ;; dottore’s reaction to artist!reader’s paintings and drawings of him

true to what cal said (4th wall break); dottore would be very smug once he finds you obsessing making any portraits of him. once he knew or once you showed him one of your portraits of him, he’d instantly tease you about being obsessed with him enough to make portraits of him. you respond as it’s “the way an artist and a lover show their adoration for their significant other”, but he usually just keeps saying that “you’re so obsessed with me. i can’t believe the thought of me makes you want to draw me and paint me.”, then you tell him theres more and you wanna make more portraits of him while he’s actually posing for you there ?? babe he’s gonna have to hit his babygirl poses for this one, then he’s gonna start to chuckle nervously once you say “take off ur clothes for the portrait babe”

SCENARIO 03 ;; massaging dottore after a long day

sitting on his lap while massaging his shoulders were pretty much where the sessions would start, but focusing on the massage part; dottore would be very happy to oblige to your offer. his shoulders were so stiff it caused you to rub your fingers roughly on his shoulders , but guess what? he didn’t complain. during these times he’d try to make eye contact with you while you look focused on massaging him (he finds you cute while looking like that) then he starts to just caress your sides or your hips while you massage him :>

SCENARIO 04 ;; reader obsessed with his hands

at the times he realized— you like his hands, you’d always bring his hands to your lips n kiss his knuckles while smiling at him fondly, and sometimes you’d take off his gloves and massage his hands <3 he loves those moments of you and him. he felt so cherished in the moment he can’t help but smile widely as you do so.

[istumpysk]

OPERATION ICEBERG: THE TIER LIST

THEORY:

Tysha is the Sailor's Wife

TIER:

Strong Contender: These theories have a lot of textual support, but there are still some elements of uncertainty.

[Tier list overview]

EVIDENCE:

First, who is Tysha?

Tysha was a crofter's daughter from the westerlands.

According to Tyrion, she had blue eyes, dark hair, and she was slender and beautiful.

They met when Tyrion and his brother Jaime rescued Tysha from outlaws; Jaime chased the men away while Tyrion cared for Tysha.

They quickly fell in love, married, and lived in a little cottage by the sunset sea, where they constantly made love to each other for a fortnight.

When Tywin discovered the marriage, he had Jaime deceive Tyrion by telling him that Tysha was a sex worker hired to make him a man.

Tywin then had his guards gang-rape Tysha, each giving her a silver coin afterwards.

Tywin then forced Tyrion to rape her last, and give her a gold coin, signifying that Lannisters are worth more.

The marriage was undone, and Tysha was never seen again.

Eventually, Tyrion learned that Jaime lied to him about Tysha, and he now spends every moment of the story wondering where she went.

Second, who is the Sailor's Wife?

The Sailor's Wife is a sex worker who works at the Happy Port brothel in Braavos.

Her real name is unknown.

We have no description of what she looks like.

What we know about her backstory will be covered below.

So, could they be the same person? Let's find out!

Born in 273 AC, Tyrion married Tysha when he was 13 years old (in or around the year 286 AC). If they had a child, that child would now be 14 years old.

The Sailor's Wife has a 14-year-old daughter named Lanna, who also works at the Happy Port.

Lanna was always begging the singer to play her stupid love songs. She was the youngest of the whores, only ten-and-four. Merry asked three times as much for her as for any of the other girls, Cat knew. - Cat of the Canals, AFFC

Did you catch that name? Lanna. The Sailor's Wife named her child Lanna.

In the same book that introduces the Sailor's Wife and Lanna, a pregnant woman asks Cersei for permission to name her child Lanna to honor House Lannister.

Lady Graceford, who was large with child, asked the queen's leave to name it Tywin if it were a boy, or Lanna if it were a girl. - Cersei II, AFFC

And guess what? Lanna has long golden hair. Not blonde hair, no, golden hair.

Yna was there too, braiding Lanna's fine long golden hair. - Cat of the Canals, AFFC

The Sailor's Wife lost her husband when she was 14.

Tysha was 14 when she met, married, and was separated from Tyrion.

The other whores said that the Sailor's Wife visited the Isle of the Gods on the days when her flower was in bloom, and knew all the gods who lived there, even the ones that Braavos had forgotten. They said she went to pray for her first husband, her true husband, who had been lost at sea when she was a girl no older than Lanna. - Cat of the Canals, AFFC

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I was only thirteen, and the wine went to my head, I fear. - Tyrion VI, AGOT

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"[...] My brother unsheathed his sword and went after them, while I dismounted to protect the girl. She was scarcely a year older than I was [...]." - Tyrion VI, AGOT

Arya finds there's something sad about the Sailor's Wife.

Tysha had a face that would break your heart.

She was good that way, and quick to laugh as well, but Cat thought there was something sad about her too. - Cat of the Canals, AFFC

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She was scarcely a year older than I was, dark-haired, slender, with a face that would break your heart. - Tyrion VI, AGOT

The Sailor's Wife can speak the Common Tongue of Westeros.

Tysha was an orphaned daughter of a crofter from the westerlands of Westeros.

"He sings a pretty song," she murmured softly, in the Common Tongue of Westeros. - Cat of the Canals, AFFC

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She was a crofter's child, orphaned when her father died of fever, on her way to … well, nowhere, really. - Tyrion VI, AGOT

The Sailor's Wife and Lanna both seem to have a fondness for singers and love songs.

Tyrion often recalls Tysha singing "Seasons of Love" to him with affection.

When Cat slipped inside the brothel, though, she found Merry sitting in the common room with her eyes shut, listening to Dareon play his woodharp. Yna was there too, braiding Lanna's fine long golden hair. Another stupid love song. Lanna was always begging the singer to play her stupid love songs. - Cat of the Canals, AFFC

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Cat was thinking about the fat boy, remembering how she had saved him from Terro and Orbelo, when the Sailor's Wife appeared beside her. "He sings a pretty song," she murmured softly, in the Common Tongue of Westeros. "The gods must have loved him to give him such a voice, and that fair face as well." - Cat of the Canals, AFFC

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It was pleasant to think that men still sang, even in the midst of butchery and famine. Remembered notes filled his head, and for a moment he could almost hear Tysha as she'd sung to him half a lifetime ago. - Tyrion VII, ACOK

The Sailor's Wife only beds men who marry her; the rites are typically performed by a wine-soaked red priest or a septon at the Sept-Beyond-the-Sea.

Tyrion and Tysha were married by a drunken septon.

The Happy Port sometimes had three or four weddings a night. Often the cheerful wine-soaked red priest Ezzelyno performed the rites. Elsewise it was Eustace, who had once been a septon at the Sept-Beyond-the-Sea. - Cat of the Canals, AFFC

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"A Lannister of Casterly Rock wed to a crofter's daughter," Bronn said. "How did you manage that?" Oh, you'd be astonished at what a boy can make of a few lies, fifty pieces of silver, and a drunken septon. - Tyrion VI, AGOT

Tyrion obsessively asks himself, "Where do whores go?" whenever thinking about his father or Tysha. He seems convinced she is in a brothel somewhere.

At one point, he wonders if she's at a port; another time, he mentions the term "courtesan," a word strongly associated with Braavos.

And the whores were out. River or sea, a port was a port, and wherever you found sailors, you'd find whores. Is that what my father meant? Is that where whores go, to the sea? - Tyrion VI, ADWD

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"Do you know where whores go?" When they did not respond, he repeated the question in High Valyrian, though he had to say courtesan in place of whore. - Tyrion I, ADWD

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"Have you ever visited the pleasure houses of Lys?" the dwarf inquired. "Might that be where whores go?" - Tyrion I, ADWD

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Selhorys may be where whores go. Tysha might be in there even now, with tears tattooed upon her cheek. "I almost drowned. A man needs a woman after that. [...]" - Tyrion VI, ADWD

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"Do you know a woman by the name of Tysha?" he asked, as he watched his seed dribble out of her onto the bed. The whore did not respond. "Do you know where whores go?" - Tyrion VI, ADWD

The Sailor's Wife claims that her first husband was lost at sea when she was 14, and often prays for him to return to her.

The author repeatedly writes scenarios in which Tyrion almost drowns.

The other whores said that the Sailor's Wife visited the Isle of the Gods on the days when her flower was in bloom, and knew all the gods who lived there, even the ones that Braavos had forgotten. They said she went to pray for her first husband, her true husband, who had been lost at sea when she was a girl no older than Lanna. - Cat of the Canals, ADWD

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Was that why he reeled backward, or did he see the sword after all? He would never know. The point slashed just beneath his eyes, and he felt its cold hard touch and then a blaze of pain. His head spun around as if he'd been slapped. The shock of the cold water was a second slap more jolting than the first. He flailed for something to grab on to, knowing that once he went down he was not like to come back up. Somehow his hand found the splintered end of a broken oar. Clutching it tight as a desperate lover, he shinnied up foot by foot. His eyes were full of water, his mouth was full of blood, and his head throbbed horribly. Gods give me strength to reach the deck . . . There was nothing else, only the oar, the water, the deck. – Tyrion XIV, ACOK

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The sudden cold hit Tyrion like a hammer. As he sank he felt a stone hand fumbling at his face. Another closed around his arm, dragging him down into darkness. Blind, his nose full of river, choking, sinking, he kicked and twisted and fought to pry the clutching fingers off his arm, but the stone fingers were unyielding. Air bubbled from his lips. The world was black and growing blacker. He could not breathe. There are worse ways to die than drowning. – Tyrion V, ADWD

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He looked about for his wine cup, but when he found it all the rum had spilled. Drowning is bad enough, he reflected sourly, but drowning sad and sober, that's too cruel. In the end, they did not drown … though there were times when the prospect of a nice, peaceful drowning had a certain appeal. The storm raged for the rest of that day and well into the night. – Tyrion IX, ADWD

Furthermore, the theme of drowning is heavily present in much of Tyrion's arc, to the point where it's becoming kind of weird.

(There's always potential for karma when someone has a man thrown off a ship en route to the Wall or uses wildfire to bury an army at the bottom of Blackwater Bay.)

Once Janos Slynt realized he was not to be summarily executed, color returned to his face. He thrust his jaw out. "We will see about this, Imp. Dwarf. Perhaps it will be you on that ship, what do you think of that? Perhaps it will be you on the Wall." He gave a bark of anxious laughter. "You and your threats, well, we will see. I am the king's friend, you know. We shall hear what Joffrey has to say about this. And Littlefinger and the queen, oh, yes. Janos Slynt has a good many friends. We will see who goes sailing, I promise you. Indeed we will." - Tyrion II, ACOK

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He retched the wine up and lay in it a while, wondering if the ship would sink. Is this your vengeance, Father? Has the Father Above made you his Hand? "Such are the wages of the kinslayer," he said as the wind howled outside. It did not seem fair to drown the cabin boy and the captain and all the rest for something he had done, but when had the gods ever been fair? And around about then, the darkness gulped him down. - Tyrion I, ADWD

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Ser Rolly grabbed Tyrion by the collar. "Let us see how dwarfs swim," he said, chucking him headlong into the Rhoyne. The dwarf laughed last; he could paddle passably well, and did … until his legs began to cramp. Young Griff extended him a pole. "You are not the first to try and drown me," he told Duck, as he was pouring river water from his boot. "My father threw me down a well the day I was born, but I was so ugly that the water witch who lived down there spat me back." He pulled off the other boot, then did a cartwheel along the deck, spraying all of them. - Tyrion IV, ADWD

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And the sight of me can only be salt in her [Penny] wound. They hacked off her brother's head in the hope that it was mine, yet here I sit like some bloody gargoyle, offering empty consolations. If I were her, I'd want nothing more than to shove me into the sea. - Tyrion VIII, ADWD

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Tyrion found himself musing on how easy it would be to slip over the gunwale and drop down into that darkness. One very small splash, and the pathetic little tale that was his life would soon be done. - Tyrion VIII, ADWD

Yna, another sex worker at the Happy Port and a maegi, tasted the Sailor's Wife's blood. She claims her lover is dead and hopes he never returns, as he would be a corpse. That's a really strange thing to say, no? You always have to read between the lines with a maegi.

If you asked Tyrion, he would tell you he's been dead for a long time.

"She thinks that if she finds the right god, maybe he will send the winds and blow her old love back to her," said one-eyed Yna, who had known her longest, "but I pray it never happens. Her love is dead, I could taste that in her blood. If he ever should come back to her, it will be a corpse." - Cat of the Canalds, ADWD

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There are worse ways to die than drowning. And if truth be told, he had perished long ago, back in King's Landing. It was only his revenant who remained, the small vengeful ghost who throttled Shae and put a crossbow bolt through the great Lord Tywin's bowels. No man would mourn the thing that he'd become. I'll haunt the Seven Kingdoms, he thought, sinking deeper. They would not love me living, so let them dread me dead. - Tyrion V, ADWD

Other things to consider:

Neither Samwell nor Arya provide a physical description of the Sailor's Wife, which many, especially myself, find highly suspicious. It's remarkably uncharacteristic of George R. R. Martin, given how much attention he devotes to this character.

On that note, why is it that among all the sex workers we encounter in the series, we learn so much about this particular one? (But again, not what she actually looks like.)

I feel super gross typing this, but one could argue that there's a twisted rationale to Tysha wanting to marry her customers after the sexual assault she experienced.

COUNTER-EVIDENCE:

Let's start with the obvious: Tyrion's not a sailor, and Tysha didn't lose him because he was lost at sea. (I'd argue it's fairly clear why she wouldn't share the real story.)

The whole point was that Tywin and Jaime lied, and Tysha wasn't actually a prostitute. Making both her and her daughter sex workers after what she experienced would be unnecessary, distasteful, and kind of offensive. (That said, I wouldn't put it past George to do it.)

What are the odds that Arya Stark runs into the Tysha in Braavos? (Roughly the same as Jorah Mormont and Tyrion Lannister bumping into each other at the other end of the world.)

After what happened to her, would Tysha really pray for Tyrion to return to her? Would she name her child Lanna? (Don't look at me, I don't know.)

The Gerion Lannister Consideration:

Gerion Lannister was Tywin Lannister's youngest and most reckless brother. It appears he was a sailor, given that he had a ship called the Laughing Lion and enjoyed the occasional adventure.

Circa 291 AC, Gerion went on a quest to find House Lannister's ancestral Valyrian steel greatsword, Brightroar, along with any other treasure that might have survived the Doom of Valyria.

Gerion was never seen again.

Almost a decade had passed since the Laughing Lion headed out from Lannisport, and Gerion had never returned. The men Lord Tywin sent to seek after him had traced his course as far as Volantis, where half his crew had deserted him and he had bought slaves to replace them. No free man would willingly sign aboard a ship whose captain spoke openly of his intent to sail into the Smoking Sea. - Tyrion VIII, ADWD

It's not unreasonable to speculate that it's actually Gerion Lannister who married the Sailor's Wife, and fathered Lanna.

But there are some issues.

For starters, the Sailor's Wife lost her husband at sea when she was 14 years old (in or around 286 AC). Gerion disappeared in 291 AC.

Gerion was in Westeros for Robert's Rebellion (282-283 AC), and Robert's marriage to Cersei Lannister (284 AC).

"[...] If you have need of a dagger, take one from the armory. Robert left a hundred when he died. Gerion gave him a gilded dagger with an ivory grip and a sapphire pommel for a wedding gift, and half the envoys who came to court tried to curry favor by presenting His Grace with jewel-encrusted knives and silver inlay swords. - Tyrion IV, ASOS

In 288 AC, Gerion had a daughter named Joy Hill, with a commoner from the westerlands named Briony.

"Joy is my late uncle Gerion's natural daughter. A betrothal can be arranged, if that is your wish, but any marriage will need to wait. Joy was nine or ten when last I saw her." - Jaime VII, ASOS

Remember, Lanna was born in or around 286 AC.

What are the odds that between Robert and Cersei's marriage and the conception of Joy Hill, 31-year-old Gerion Lannister sailed to Braavos—assuming that's where he met the Sailor's Wife—legitimately married a 14-year-old who wasn't yet a sex worker, conceived Lanna with her, left her there for reasons unknown, traveled home, never returned, and never mentioned any of this to anyone?

Let's say they met in the westerlands. Why didn't he acknowledge his wife and legitimate child like he did his illegitimate daughter Joy Hill? Why is the Sailor's Wife hiding the fact that Gerion Lannister was her husband?

Why aren't we getting the Sailor's Wife's name and description? Such information wouldn't need to be safeguarded, would it?

Why the emphasis on the specific ages of Lanna and how old the Sailor's Wife was when she lost her husband? None of this matters if Gerion is the husband. Lanna could be any age, the Sailor's Wife could be older than 14 when she met 31-year-old Gerion, and their encounter could be placed at a more logical time in history.

Why am I being told so much about the Sailor's Wife? The marriages to her customers, the drunken priest, the singing, the sadness, Yna's fear of his corpsy return—none of this is relevant to Gerion Lannister.

Most importantly, what is the point of all this? Calling Gerion Lannister a minor character in the series would be generous. He's merely a footnote in history. This is too much.

I think what's happening here is that George wants to trick you into believing her husband was Gerion, when it's actually Tyrion.

STUMPY'S THOUGHTS:

Please don't overlook that Lanna is older than Sansa.

This one theory is better than all the secret Howland Reed theories combined. For the record, if it is Tysha, I don't think anything will come of this. I would be stunned if Tyrion ever came face-to-face with Tysha again.

VOTE:

I welcome discussions. Feel free to reblog, respond, or challenge my perspective—I won't be offended by any of it.

Please note, if "no" is the eventual winner, or if it's competitive, a second poll will be conducted to determine the proper location.

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Olyvar Frey is Rosby's ward

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jj!! i really want to know more about miss nora so!

relationship/characters: Nora Huchthausen/Bucky Egan. prompt: the subtle things they notice.. become not so subtle.

hi yna!! thanks so much for the prompt - it ended up being more nora & bucky with a side of jackie/bucky, even though she wasn't in the room for this lol. enjoy!

“Buck says you haven’t so much as looked at any girls since coming back,” said Nora. Bucky’s head snapped towards her, eyes defensive and deep with emotion. Nora knew what it meant, she had since he got shot down and Jack Kidd’s first call was to Jackie. And Bucky knew that she knew, and yet here they were, dancing the old familiar dance around the flames of his feelings.

Bucky smiled ruefully. “I’m a changed man, Nora Huchthausen. The stalag will do that.” He let the words sit and stew, rather than using his boisterous persona to distract and fill up the silence. His eyes were searching, pleading, imploring her to let it drop. And maybe she should, if she already knew - but she needed to hear it from Bucky himself. And in the nearly empty Officers’ Club, the time was as good as ever.

“Maybe you’ve changed, Bucky, but you’ve always had your eye on Jackie Broussard. And Crank says you looked at her the whole flight back here, and DeMarco said you reread her letters over and over -”

“Damnit Nora! What do you want me to say? That I ain’t subtle - because I know, and that ship sailed long ago. But Jackie doesn’t need me, she deserves better -”

Nora shook her head aggressively, her hair shimmering in the low light. “No, she deserves to decide for herself. She’s not one of your ditzy girls from a few years ago, Bucky. She’s one of the most wonderful people I know, and she should decide if she wants you of her own volition, not because you force yourself away from her.”

Bucky looked away, seething. Nora could see his mind racing and his chest heaving, and she was sure that she looked much the same. But she breathed easier knowing that she was right - Jackie was strong enough to decide on her own, and Bucky needed to let her do it.

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This has nothing to do with my thoughts on recreational marijuana

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"I know where we could go," Arya said. She still had one brother left. Jon will want me, even if no one else does. (Arya XII, ASoS)

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She went back to the window, Needle in hand, and looked down into the courtyard below. If only she could climb like Bran, she thought; she would go out the window and down the tower, run away from this horrible place, away from Sansa and Septa Mordane and Prince Joffrey, from all of them. Steal some food from the kitchens, take Needle and her good boots and a warm cloak. She could find Nymeria in the wild woods below the Trident, and together they'd return to Winterfell, or run to Jon on the Wall. She found herself wishing that Jon was here with her now. Then maybe she wouldn't feel so alone. (Arya II, AGoT)

"She thinks that if she finds the right god, maybe he will send the winds and blow her old love back to her," said one-eyed Yna, who had known her longest, "but I pray it never happens. Her love is dead, I could taste that in her blood. If he ever should come back to her, it will be a corpse." (Cat of the Canals, AFfC)

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Ygritte watched and said nothing. She was older than he'd thought at first, Jon realized; maybe as old as twenty, but short for her age, bandy-legged, with a round face, small hands, and a pug nose. Her shaggy mop of red hair stuck out in all directions. She looked plump as she crouched there, but most of that was layers of fur and wool and leather. Underneath all that she could be as skinny as Arya. (Jon VI, ACoK)

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She wasn't wed and her weapon of choice was a short curved bow of horn and weirwood, but "spearwife" fit her all the same. She reminded him a little of his sister Arya, though Arya was younger and probably skinnier. It was hard to tell how plump or thin Ygritte might be, with all the furs and skins she wore. (Jon II, ASoS)

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"If you kill a man, and never mean t', he's just as dead," Ygritte said stubbornly. Jon had never met anyone so stubborn, except maybe for his little sister Arya. Is she still my sister? he wondered. Was she ever? (Jon III, ASoS)

Jon could almost see her in that moment, long-faced and gawky, all knobby knees and sharp elbows, with her dirty face and tangled hair. They would wash the one and comb the other, he did not doubt, but he could not imagine Arya in a wedding gown, nor Ramsay Bolton's bed. No matter how afraid she is, she will not show it. If he tries to lay a hand on her, she'll fight him. (Jon VI, ADwD)

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"The heart is all that matters. Do not despair, Lord Snow. Despair is a weapon of the enemy, whose name may not be spoken. Your sister is not lost to you."

"I have no sister." The words were knives. What do you know of my heart, priestess? What do you know of my sister?

Melisandre seemed amused. "What is her name, this little sister that you do not have?"

"Arya." His voice was hoarse. "My half-sister, truly..."

--

Would she still have that little sword he'd had Mikken forge for her? Stick them with the pointy end, he'd told her. Wisdom for her wedding night if half of what he heard of Ramsay Snow was true. Bring her home, Mance. I saved your son from Melisandre, and now I am about to save four thousand of your free folk. You owe me this one little girl. (Jon XI, ADwD)

She wondered if he would still call her "little sister." I'm not so little anymore. He'd have to call me something else. (Arya VIII, ASoS)

--

The girl smiled in a way that reminded Jon so much of his little sister that it almost broke his heart. "Let him be scared of me." The snowflakes were melting on her cheeks, but her hair was wrapped in a swirl of lace that Satin had found somewhere, and the snow had begun to collect there, giving her a frosty crown. Her cheeks were flushed and red, and her eyes sparkled. (Jon X, ADwD)

--

You know nothing, Jon Snow. He thought of Arya, her hair as tangled as a bird's nest. I made him a warm cloak from the skins of the six whores who came with him to Winterfell…I want my bride back…I want my bride back…I want my bride back… (Jon XIII, ADwD)

[deimos-velaryon]

♛ → THE CROWNLANDS presents DEIMOS VELARYON, the RULING LORD OF DRIFTMARK & HAND OF THE QUEEN TO DAENERYS TARGARYEN MASTER OF SHIPS TO KING JAEHAERYS II. when the dragons danced in the sky they thought the BLACKS would still fly, but in the blink of an eye, they would all die. the THIRTY-SEVEN MALE who was LOYAL & DECISIVE before they saw the first of the flames, is now DETACHED & OBSCURE after seeing the last. they’re often associated with the mask he has accepted for his family; becoming what they need him to become, the reassuring lilac eyes of his kin, and the blades that drip with the blood of those who seek to extinguish the valyrian bloodline. ( orlando bloom )

GENERAL INFORMATION

NAME: Deimos Velaryon

AGE: Thirty-seven (Born January 7th, 107 AC)

STATUS: Ruling lord

OCCUPATION: Master of Ships (Former Hand of the King to Daemon II, Hand of the Queen to Daenerys, and Master of Laws to Jaehaerys II)

MARITAL STATUS: Widower (He was married to Lady Yna Maris of Braavos for 10 years)

CHARACTER ALIGNMENT: True Neutral

MBTI: ISTJ (introversion, sensing, thinking, judging)

RELIGION: Faith of the Seven (Some belief in the Valyrian deities)

BIOGRAPHY

Deimos was the first child born out of the union of the Queen Who Never Was, Princess Rhaenys Targaryen, and the legendary Sea Snake, Lord Corlys Velaryon. Deimos was raised to feel pride for both sides of his lineage and since he was but a boy, he learned to embrace both sides of his heritage: to answer the call of the ocean by joining his father when he set sail, and the thrilling draw of the skies atop a dragon along his dragonrider mother. Eventually, Deimos’ own egg hatched a companion that he learned to ride at age eleven, a swift silvery beast by the name of Seasmoke.

While he grew up in Driftmark, the young heir of Corlys and Rhaenys did spend plenty of time in King’s Landing and was no stranger to the key members of King Viserys’ court. With the naming of a female heir to the throne and the birth of a son by Queen Alicent, the Velaryons foresaw a complex and bloody future ahead of the realm, a powder keg that would take some time to blow up. Meanwhile, Deimos forged himself as both warrior and sailor from a young age, and was like his father’s shadow, taking ever instance of their shared time to learn what he needed to one day succeed him in his place as Master of the Tides and Lord of Driftmark. Father and son were also mentor and student, even close confidants, which is why Lord Corlys entrusted his son with the fact that his heart had been taken by a lowborn seafarer by name of Magdi, that he’d bore a child of wedlock with her, a girl that they named Selene. Deimos, who developed a sort of pragmatic nature, wasn’t as bothered as he perhaps should have been by the news. In his eyes, love wasn’t something that sustained a marriage, but respect and trust. He was aware that his parents didn’t necessarily own each other’s hearts, but that they were able to work together as the greatest of matches because of their bond of trust and devotion to one another despite lacking fidelity. It took some time for the rest of siblings to learn of Selene’s existence, but for his part, Deimos developed a close bond with her since his teenage years as well as with his father’s lover.

When tensions rose within the house of the dragon reached a boiling point and the civil war erupted, House Velaryon pledged themselves to Rhaenyra and the side of the Blacks. The dragons danced and House Velaryon suffered deeply for it, resulting in the deaths of both Princess Rhaenys and Lord Corlys, as well as the destruction of the castle of High Tide and the loss of Deimos’ dragon, Seasmoke. During that period of strife, Lord Deimos wed the Braavosi lady Nefeli of House Reyaan to secure an alliance with Braavos. After the end of the war, the new ruling lord of House Velaryon focused his efforts in the rebuilding of the castle of High Tide and other areas of Driftmark destroyed during the Dance.

When Daemon, son of Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen, rose as king, Deimos was appointed Hand of the King in his cousin’s council. He kept the position of Hand after the brutal murder of the dragon king, serving his sister, Queen Daenerys. He assisted in any way he could to achieve peaceful unity between the Crownlands and the Stormlands once both lands fell Targaryen rule with the extinction of House Baratheon. His younger brother, Aerion, was wed to Lady Elenda of House Swann in an effort to foster a sense of unity and peace between both lands. With the taking of the Stepstones by the man who styled himself King Aerion Dragonsteel, members of the Velaryon fleet set sail to reclaim the islands back. The false king had Lord Aerion Velaryon murdered then, sinking House Velaryon in tragedy once again.

With the rise of King Jaehaerys II as ruler of the Crownlands, the Stormlands and the Stepstones, Lord Deimos no longer served as Hand to his cousin. Instead, Jaehaerys chose to appoint him Master of Laws, despite the bitter history between both men during the Dance. 

[coldraindropsss]

The Happy Port is a brothel near Ragman's Harbor in Braavos. Meralyn is the proprietor along with her girls.

Assadora of Ibben, Blushing Bethany, Canker Jeyne, Meralyn, The Drunken Daughter, Lanna, Sailor's Wife, S'vrone, Yna One-Eye

[yourshiningastr]

CHAPTER 6

I never had a boyfriend.

Though, I used to fantasize about having one when I was a kid. I grew up reading and burying myself with a fictional novel kaso ay patago ko lang binabasa dahil ayaw ni Daddy.

Sabi niya ay wala akong matututunan doon, kaya instead na bilhin nila ang mga books na gusto ko ay pinuno nila ang kwarto at ang library namin ng puro literature at mga about sa business.

Kaya naman itinatago ko lang sa ilalim ng kama ko ang mga nobelang nakakahiligan ko. Magkukunwari akong nagbabasa ng mga non fiction books at kapag kumatok si Manang or si Yna para pumasok sa kwarto ko ay hudyat na ito na nakaalis na sila Daddy patungong work. At sisimulan ko na din basahin ang librong nasa ilalim ng kama ko at hahayaan akong dalin nito sa makabagong mundo– mundo ng pag-ibig.

But because I was just a kid, I thought love is only all about butterflies, sparks, and magic.

I failed to recognize and see the whole picture.

I thought the whole purpose of Love is finding your person. Finding someone who will fill your starved soul, someone who will always be there through thick and thin. Someone who will love you unconditionally.

But you know what I realized? Love is all about finding yourself. Your inner soul, what you really want, and what you really need.

It wasn't all about the other person but you. It's all about finding yourself in the midst of butterflies. Finding your worth, and what really lies within you.

If you lose sight of who you are in the process of love or perhaps loving someone then that's not love... that's bullshit.

"So?" Hindi pa din ako tinitigilan ni Yna about sa boyfriend ko daw.

Nakasakay na kami at lahat sa kotse ay ito pa din ang topic nito. Napansin ko namang nakasunod ang kotse ng mga kaibigan ni Yna samin.

"I already told you, he's not my boyfriend. Ano bang mahirap intindihin doon?" Pagalit ko ditong sabi, pero mukhang hindi naman ito naapektuhan sa pagtaas ng boses ko dahil mas lalo lumaki ang ngisi nito.

"He's not your boyfriend...yet." I rolled my eyes at her, I gave up.

Nakalimutan ko na sobrang persistent nga pala ng isa na ito.

"You know, it's so entertaining to see you being mad because of this 'boy-friend' of yours. Hindi mo ako pinagtataasan ng boses kahit kailan kahit ilang beses na kita kinukulit, lagi kang walang emosyon. So boring. " Pagkukwento nito.

"So you find this funny? I should get mad pala dapat sayo lagi noh, yun lang pala ang gusto mo. Sinabi mo na sana dati pa."

"Oh please, drop the act. You're the little miss perfect. The ever shining star in the eyes of many at hindi mo hahayaan na makitaan ka ng mali kaya kahit ang magalit or mainis man lang ay hindi mo magawa. You're on the guard for the rest of the world, pero kanina.. Do you know what I see?" I raised my eyebrow at her.

"I see you. Not the Rae that is programmed to be exquisite, but the Avalyn Rae Trinidad who is fearless. In fairness, you don't look like a robot kanina. " I didn't answer her and just looked at my side window.

Yna is right, she is one of the few people who knew me well. Maybe that's why kahit naiinis at hindi ko gusto ang mga ginagawa niya ay hindi ko siya totally inaalis sa buhay ko.

She's like the 'Id' in my personality.

She knows my desire, even my evil thoughts and she knows how to push me to show it. She knows all of my weaknesses. 

And most of all...

"Rae." Tamad akong lumingon kay Yna nang makababa ako ng van.

"What again?"

"You should smile like that more often. You look good."

She knows how to talk to my soul.

"Let's go, girls." She wore the latest Gentle Monster shades and flipped her hair before she called her friends na nasa harapan na namin.

Naiwan naman akong tulala lang.

If only she hadn't changed, we might have been the best of friends now.

But is it too late?

"What? You want me to clean this shit? No way!" napalingon ako sa table kung saan nagrereklamo si Yna.

We are here at Cafe to do volunteer work. Ang iba naman ay napunta sa ibang cafes dito sa Antipolo, Rizal.

"But this is your job!" Ilan sa mga customer ay nakatingin na din sa gawi nila.

"Says who, bitch?"

"Says me." Napatingin naman kami kay Ate Alisson nang magsalita ito.

"The hell, sino ka naman?" Napailing nalang ako nang tuloy pa din ang pagmamaldita ni Yna.

"I'm Alisson Gallardo. I am the President of the Youth organization, and the one who is in charge of this Volunteerism in which you listed your names." Yna raised her eyebrow at Ate Alisson.

"I don't care, I came here because I wanna see Jacksion not to clean. Eww."

"Napaka arte talaga." Rinig ko pang bulungan ng ilang Youth sa gilid ko.

"The Vasco's aren't here, they are doing their job at another cafe." Ate Alisson look around before she dropped her eyes on the table na dapat linisan ni Yna.

"Now, since you are here and you listed your name for Volunteerism, you have no choice but to obliged.... Rae!" Madiin naman akong napapikit nang tawagin ni Ate Alisson ang pangalan ko. Mukhang alam ko na kung bakit.

"Rae, can you please accompany them for a while?" Wala naman akong nagawa kundi tumango nalang.

"I'm not going to clean that." Turo nito sa maruming table.

"Yes, you will. You signed up for this." Ginaya ko ang pag cross niya ng braso sa dibdib niya at tinaasan din ng kilay.

"No, I didn't! I came here—"

"---For Jacksion. Yes I know, I am well aware. But just like what Ate Alisson says, wala sila dito. So let's clean this now, para matapos na." Nilagay ko ang basahan sa kamay nito.

Hangang ngayon ba naman ay patay na patay pa din siya kay Jacksion? Anong nakita niya doon sa iyakin na yun?

"Where is he? Bakit wala siya dito?" At talaga namang hindi pa din ito natitinag.

"Kung sana kasi inagahan mo ang pagpunta sa School, edi sana naabutan mo siya dito." I deeply sighed

"Now, go. Let's clean this na." Wala naman itong nagawa at tinulungan ako. Diring diri pa ito sa paghahawak ng mga plato.

"If I only know na ganito ang gagawin edi sana sinama ko ang mga katulong namin sa bahay, yuck!" Tinakpan pa nito ang bibig niya habang nakalayong hawak hawak ang tasa at maarteng nagpupunas sa table.. Napailing nalang ako at pinagpatuloy na lang din ang pagpupunas sa table.

Kung umakto ito ay parang hindi nagdaan sa hirap.

Matapos ang limang table na pinunasan namin ni Yna ay lumipat naman kami sa kitchen to wash the dishes and as usual nag inarte na naman si Yna.

Hindi ata matatapos ang araw na ito nang hindi siya siya nag iinarte.

"Wow, expert!" Puri nito habang nanonood lang sakin na naghuhugas ng pinggan.

"You know that I live alone right? This is nothing."

"Tch, edi ikaw na." She rolls her eyes on me at pinagpatuloy ang pagpupunas ng mga platong tapos ko nang hugasan.

"Siguraduhin mong tuyo yan ah, pag nakita kong hindi ipapaulit ko sayo yan." Kita ko kasi na parang kinikiliti lang nito ang mga plato sa way nang paghuhugas niya. Jusmiyo!.

"What? Ito na nga oh, I'm doing my job na. Kaasar."

"Good pagbutihan mo, so we can see Jacksion after." I saw how she widens her eyes at pinag-igihan nga nito ang pagpupunas.

"Sabi mo yan ah." Napapiksi ito nang sabuyan ko siya ng konting tubig, hinampas ako nito nang marahan sa braso at sabay kaming natawa sa kalokohan namin. 

"Okay, Good work guys. Thank you for your cooperation. I am expecting to see you all next week for another Volunteerism. Since our job here is done already, you can now do sight seeing pero wag kayo lalayo masyado. By 8 PM, make sure na nandito na kayo dahil sabay sabay tayong uuwi."

"Ano tayo bata?" Bulong naman ni Yna sa akin pagkatapos ng pagsasalita ni Ate Alisson.

It's already 6 PM nang matapos ang trabaho namin sa Cafe.

So far, so good. Hindi naman ako gaanong nahirapan. Siguro ay dahil maalam naman ako sa mga paglilinis, medyo nagkaproblema lang ako sa bilis dahil ang daming naging customer kanina pero ang bagal namin ni Yna kumilos.

Ang hilig kasi nito magreklamo at mga limang minuto palang ay gusto na niya maupo at magpahinga, wala talaga kaming matatapos sa kaartehan niya.

"So, let's go na?" I furrowed my brow at Yna.

"Huh? Where are we going?" Napanganga naman ito sakin na parang hindi makapaniwala sa narinig.

"What?! You said pupunta tayo kung nasaan sila Jacksion?" Ah..

"Sinabi ko ba yun?"

"What the hell?! Sasabunutan na talaga kita!" I chuckled a bit.

"I'm just kidding, we don't need to go there. I already messaged Lucas to go here together with Jacksion." Impit naman si Yna na napatili, napalingon tuloy ang ilang school mates at Youth member samin.

"San ka pupunta?" Tanong ko dito ng makita na paalis ito.

"I'm just going to retouch my make up. Duh! After ng mga work na ginawa natin, I'm sure ang haggard ko na. Hindi talaga para sakin ang mga ganito." I just shook my head at hinayaan na siyang mawala sa paningin ko.

Umupo nalang muna ako malapit sa glass wall habang hinihintay siya at nag order ng Nachos and Iced Tea. Hindi ko naman alam kung anong gusto ni Yna kainin at baka hindi na din kumain yun dahil sa excitement at kilig.

It's my first time here, the place is relaxing and has a mixture of vintage and Greece vibes. Mukhang kilala din dahil sa dami ng naging customer namin kanina.

"Rae?" Naalis naman ang tingin ko sa labas nang may tumawag sakin.

"Oh hey, Lucas." Lumapit naman ito sakin at nakipag beso.

"Where is Jacksion?" Tanong ko nang mapansin na wala itong kasama.

"Oh, he's outside talking with some girl. You know him." Lucas shrugged his shoulder. I knowingly nodded at him while arching my brow.

"Of course. Does he know that I am here?" Lucas smirked and sipped on my drink.

"You know I like to see my twin suffer right?" I shook my head and laughed at him.

"O M G! Vasco yan diba? Sino na nga siya sa magkakapatid?" Narinig kong bulungan ng customer sa tabi ng table ko.

"Yan ata yung Snoah?" Natawa naman si Lucas sa narinig.

"Gaga, Lucas pangalan niya. Magchichismisan nalang kayo puro fake news pa. Ano ba source niyo? Wikipedia?" Natahimik naman ang tatlong nagchichismisan sa tabi ng table namin.

"Oh hello there, Yna. Long time no see. How are you?" Lucas stood up and kissed Yna's cheeks.

"Maganda pa din, di ba halata? Actually mas lalo nga ako gumanda. Tsk. San yung kambal mo, Saint Lucas? Siya pinunta ko dito pero hanggang ngayon hindi ko pa din nakikita." Natatawa naman si Lucas sa kapilyahan ni Yna.

"Oh he's just out–"

"What's Up people– RAE?!" Hindi na natapos ni Lucas ang sasabihin niya nang dumating si Jacksion.

And just like what I imagined his reaction will be kapag nagkita kami agad. I smirked.

"What's up, Sion." I grin

"What the fuck are you doing here?!"

"Oh what a nice way to greet me. Hindi mo ba ako namiss?" Tumayo ako at umakto na yayakapin sana ito nang bigla itong lumayo sa akin at dali daling nagtago sa likod ni Lucas.

"Ilayo mo sakin yan bro. Marami pa akong babaeng gustong maikama– este makasama. Ayoko pa mamatay nang maaga." Yna then leaned over to Sion habang nakahalukipkip ang kamay sa kanyang dibdib.

"Can I join with those girls?" I heard Yna say it with the most flirtatious voice.

"NO!" Inirapan naman siya ni Yna at inismiran ito. Natawa naman ako nang mahina at umupo na.

"Para pa din kayong mga bata. Hanggang ngayon ba takot ka pa din dito kay Rae?" Jacksion narrowed his eyes on Lucas.

"Gago bro, nakalimutan mo bang muntik na akong patayin niyan? Inutusan ba naman akong kunin yung libro niya sa rooftop, eh ang taas taas nun."

"Sinunod mo naman?"

"Tsk! Oh tapos ito pa, nung first time niya magluto, tapos sa akin una pinatikim." Mariin itong pumikit na tila mo inaalala ang masakit na nakaraan.

"Taena bro! akala ko dahil ako ang paborito niya, nun pala dahil gusto niya ako patayin sa alat ng soup niya na yun! Tapos nung pumunta tayo sa Amusement Park kasama sila Kuya, alam na alam niyang I have fear of heights pero pinilit niya akong sumakay sa anchors away. Gagawin niya talaga lahat para patayin ako bro."

Dramatic na pagkakakwento nito and with gesture pa at humahawak pa sa dibdib na akala mo ay naheaheart attack.

"Uto-uto ka kasi." Pasaring naman na sabi ni Yna.

"Wow! Coming from someone na patay na patay sakin hanggang ngayon!" OA talaga nitong si Jacksion.

"You guys should stop, ngayon na nga lang tayo nagsama sama uli eh. We should hang out like this sometimes. Ang tagal na din simula nung nagkita kita tayo. I miss them." Natahimik naman kami sa sinabi ni Lucas.

Ang daming nagbago sa 7 years.

Jacksion and Lucas moved in Australia, though balita ko ay 4 years na silang nandito pero ngayon ko na lang sila nakita. Then Yna and I studied in Manila. And I became distant.

 Yeah.. he's right. I miss this. 

[coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe]

Superheroes with Secrets: Reduced to Jelly (Fic Part 180. Set in 2001)

Around 2000 Words. 18+ in places. Please inform me if you wish to be tagged/untagged from posts.

Tags: @tantamount-treason @piratewithvigor @thedollmaker16

Reference Posts: ‘Giantess’/‘Blacklight Bandit’ Kirby Roussimoff x Shane ’Hurricane’ Helms (Circa 2001)

"You should get your breath back first, mon mari, then perhaps you can do whatever you want to me."

"I want to reduce you to jelly."

"Well that's not vaguely threatening at all." Kirby chuckles softly.

"Just wanna make you cum over and over."

"Well, that's a nicer way of putting it, now you don't sound like a supervillain."

"You've corrupted the Hurricane a little." He chuckles.

"He will reduce the woman he loves most into jelly with his touch." Kirby jokes, doing her best supervillain voice.

"Exactly."

Kirby smirks, pulling Helms into a heated kiss, "I love you, mon mari."

"I love you too, ma chère."

"Do with me whatever your heart, or loins, desire."

"My loins desire making sweet, tender love to my wife."

"Then do it." Kirby purrs.

"Lie down."

Kirby nods, laying down for Helms, her submissive side in full display as she blushes a deep red.

"That's my beautiful girl."

"What else can I do for you, sir?"

"Spread your legs and close your eyes."

Kirby does as he says, closing her eyes and spreading her legs, aware of how wet she already is. He bends down and licks a long line between her legs, tasting her juices. Her legs tremble slightly as she moans in delight.

"Now this… is heaven."

"You really think so, sir?" Kirby whispers.

"I know so."

"Oh, Monsieur Helms."

"Practically a delicacy."

"Now that's very high praise, Monsieur, are you sure you mean my juices?"

"I know I do."

"Then I shall shush and let you continue enjoying your delicacy, mon amour."

He's intense with his licking and obviously very happy. Kirby moans in ecstasy, her voice wavering as she gets closer to climaxing.

"Cum for me." He whispers.

"Oh mon Dieu, Shane." She moans as she cums, her head dizzy from arousal.

"That's my good girl."

"Mon ange, I love you, God, my head is all fuzzy."

"You need more water."

"Help me up, please, Shaney baby."

"Sure thing, my dear."

Kirby helps Helms lift her to her feet, holding onto him as if her life depends on it.

"You okay?" He whispers.

"Please… please don't leave me, please." Kirby murmurs, clearly struggling to hold back tears.

"Leave you? Honey, I would never leave you?"

"Dw i ddim yn gwybod beth sy'n bod ond aeth popeth yn rhyfedd yn fy meddwl i a dydq i ddim yn gwybod sut i'w esbonio, Shane, beth sy'n bod gyda fi?"

"I don't know either. People in your past broke you. They left you distrustful. It's my job to help you learn to trust."

"Na Shane, mae fel yr unig beth alla i deimlo yw tristwch neu anobaith, ar ôl i ni, wel wyddoch chi… wnaeth o neu yn hytrach ar ôl i mi ddod… disgynnodd fy nghalon yn sydyn, fel roedd rhywbeth wedi fy nhrywanu yn emosiynol."

"Do you have any idea why?" He asks softly.

"No…" Kirby whispers, burying her face in his shoulder and crying quietly."

He strokes her back slowly, "I'm sorry."

"nid eich bai chi ydyw."

"Is this about me or Shannon?" He whispers.

Kirby shakes her head, not knowing what has made her react like this.

"Let's get you calmed down, okay?"

She nods, still clinging to Helms for safety, he's the only thing keeping her calm enough to even think or speak, albeit in Welsh.

"I love you, sweetheart. I always will."

"Rwy'n dy garu di, fy ngwr."

"I'm never going to stop."

She nods, relaxing ever so slightly and taking a deep breath.

"That's my girl."

Gradually Kirby moves herself to sit on the couch, still holding onto Helms' right arm and tracing her fingers over his Green Lantern tattoo.

"I should look into getting another one…" He murmurs.

"Dylech aros tan ar ôl geni Lilith, yna gallwn gael ein bandiau priodas wedi'u tatŵio arnom."

"Couldn't we do that now?"

Kirby thinks for a moment before nodding and snuggling against his arm.

"Well, not now, but when we see Dee next."

She nods again, kissing his cheek softly.

"You gonna be okay?"

"Dydw i ddim yn gwybod eto."

"That's okay. We can sit here until you are."

"Allwch chi ddweud wrth Shannon mae'n ddrwg gen i, os gwelwch yn dda, Shane?"

"Do you want me to go now, or do you want me to bring him down so you can say so yourself?"

"Ti'n dweud wrtho, dydw i ddim yn meddwl ei fod yn ddoeth i mi ddweud dim byd pan na allaf siarad yr un iaith ag ef."

"I can translate if that needs to happen."

Kirby nods, letting him go. He gives her a quick kiss before heading upstairs to get Shannon, who, thankfully, has only had a couple sips of his drink.

"Please don't say you're throwing me out…" he mumbles.

"Better. She wants to apologize, but she had a bit of a breakdown and is only speaking Welsh. I'll be translating as best I can."

Kirby starts rehearsing how to approach apologising to Shannon, trying not to make the situation worse. Helms leads him downstairs slowly, trying his best not to startle Kirby.

"Helo, Shannon, dydw i ddim yn siŵr beth i'w ddweud, neu os bydd fy ngeiriau yn gwneud unrhyw synnwyr i chi, ond ar hyn o bryd nid wyf yn gallu siarad Saesneg ne Ffrangeg, felly yn anffodus rhaid gwrando ar sain fy acen Gymreig naturiol." Kirby jokes weakly.

"She's sorry English and French both escape her right now, so you'll have to listen to her natural Welsh." Helms explains.

"Yn gyntaf rhaid i mi ddweud, mae'n ddrwg gen i, fe wnes i or-ymateb ac roedd hynny'n anghywir i mi ei wneud. Clywais y gair soulmate a daeth yn… oramddiffynnol iawn… o fy statws fel priodferch Shane, a mam ei ferch yn y groth. Nid wyf yn rheoli fy emosiynau yn llwyr, ond ni ddylwn fod wedi ymateb fel y gwnes i. Ni allaf ymddiheuro digon am fy ngweithredoedd a'r hyn y gallent fod wedi achosi i chi feddwl."

"She's sorry she reacted the way she did. Hearing you call me your soulmate made her get protective of me and her status. She isn't in complete control of her emotions, but apologizes nonetheless."

"Gobeithio eich bod chi'n deall cymaint dwi'n ceisio cuddio'r ochr oramddiffynol ohonof fy hun, dwi'n ei chael hi'r un mor hyll a dwi'n siwr mae pawb arall yn ei wneud."

"She's trying to hide her overprotective side." Helms explains, purposely leaving out the self-deprecation.

"He's leaving stuff out, isn't he?" Shannon asks gently, earning a slow nod from Kirby.

"Only the parts that shouldn't be said in the first place." He murmurs.

"I… I can't stay mad at you guys, I admit, I may have gone too far calling Shane my soulmate, but I… I still haven't gotten over the loss, and maybe from now on, I should stay out of his pants, and… I, I forgive you, Kirby." Shannon murmurs, slowly walking up to Kirby and giving her a gentle hug, the faint smell of alcohol, making Kirby gag almost immediately.

"Might need to go brush your teeth, Shan. She's really scent-sensitive these days." Helms murmurs, tapping his shoulder.

"Oh, right, sorry, forgot the whole pregnant women and alcohol don't mix thing." He says before slinking off to freshen himself up.

"Everything squared up? No one mad at each other anymore?" Helms doublechecks, giving her a light hug.

Kirby nods, leaning against Helms and sighing softly, trying but failing to translate herself mentally.

"Good. I'm glad."

She makes a couple small noises of happiness, but no words come out, or at the least, none that Helms can recognize.

"Welsh gone now too, hmm?"

Kirby nods, burying her face in her hands.

"That's okay. It's all okay, my love."

Kirby makes a noise akin to 'meep' in response.

"Hand squeezes, okay? Once for yes, twice for no."

She squeezes his hand softly, just once, and puts her forehead against his shoulder.

"That's my good girl."

Kirby blushes a deep red, making a small squeak before covering her mouth with her free hand.

"Sorry, I'll keep from the horny pet names."

Kirby squeezes his hand twice, wanting him to continue talking the way he usually does.

"If you say so, princess." He grins.

Kirby smiles softly, taking her hand away from her face and gently stroking his beard.

"Didn't go more grey today, did I?"

Kirby squeezes his hand twice as she continues stroking his beard.

"Something different about it?"

She again squeezes his hand twice but continues to stroke his beard.

Shannon walks back into the room, midway through brushing his teeth, "she probably likes the feel." He mumbles as he watches Kirby intently stoking Helms' beard.

"It's getting a little longer. Guess it's softer than usual, hmm?"

Kirby squeezes his hand once, finally stopping herself from stroking his beard and blushing with embarrassment.

"That's cute, she gets all red and stops herself from being adorable because I walk in, you can be adorable, Kirby, no one's gonna stop ya." Shannon teases jokingly.

"It's true. We both find you adorable all the time."

Kirby pulls away from Helms, curling up and hiding her face in her hands.

He takes her hands gently, "please don't hide." He whispers.

Kirby slowly looks at Helms, blushing as red as she can go and shivering from the sudden remembrance of just how little clothing she has on.

"You wanna get dressed?"

Kirby nods, "oui s'il vous plaît, très froid." She whispers.

"Alright, let's get you bundled."

Kirby's about to stand when Helms lifts her in a bridal carry, "mon amour, je peux marcher."

"I know. But you can't speak all your languages right now, so I'm not taking any chances."

Kirby sighs, letting Helms carry her and making herself comfortable in his arms. He's not struggling to hold her like he used to. He's gotten significantly and buffer in their months together. Kirby gently strokes his hair, whispering sweet nothings to him in French.

"Pyjamas or fully dressed?" He murmurs.

"Pyjamas." She whispers, sounding more like André when she speaks French compared to her usual accent.

"Alright, let's sit you on the bed and get you dressed."

Kirby pulls Helms into a gentle kiss the moment she gets a chance to, closing her eyes and holding him close before letting him go.

"I love you so damn much."

Kirby slowly gets her breath back, "I… love you, mon ange."

"English is back." He smiles proudly.

Kirby blushes as she pulls Helms into a gentle hug.

"Feeling better?"

"Yeah, still a bit weird from losing both English and French for a moment."

"Take your time. You'll be okay."

"I don't want to let you go, I know how dumb that sounds, but I just wanna hold you a bit longer."

"It's not dumb. You're allowed to love and need me, you know."

"I know but I don't want to seem… needy, or clingy."

"I want you to be needy and clingy. It's how I know I'm still wanted."

"Oh, well then," Kirby pulls Helms into a heated kiss, wrapping her arms around his waist.

"I love you so damn much."

"I love you too, mon mari, my hero."

"Really your hero?"

"Definitely my hero, mon ouragan d'amour."

"I love having that title."

"Which one, my hero or mon ouragan d'amour?"

"Both, really."

"What about, my heroic Hurricane of love?" Kirby teases.

"I like it in any language." He grins.

Kirby gently pulls Helms into another heated kiss, getting slightly rough and biting his bottom lip softly.

"Trying to make me bleed?" He chuckles softly.

"A little blood in your mouth never stopped you before, mon amour." Kirby whispers.

"That's true."

"I should probably get dressed, shouldn't I?"

"Maybe. If you wanna be warm."

"I could always be warm with your dick inside me." Kirby whispers to herself as she looks for something to wear.

"That's a good point too."

Kirby goes silent, blushing bright red.

"Wanna try that?"

"Well, I'd never turn down sexual contact with my husband, so… maybe we could?"

[laurellerual]

Cat at the Happy Port

with The Sailor's Wife, Lanna, Blushing Bethany, Assadora of Ibben, Yna One-Eye and Merry

[agentrouka-blog]

It is interesting that Maqoro refered the Drowned God as the demon, which begs a question what kinda Eldrich abomonation is gonna come out of the sea when Euron does his bloodsacrfice?

If he's anything like Dany, he'll have a bunch of vicious baby krakens in a bucket still waiting to grow up. "Feed us, father! The blood of innocents, please!"

But Euron isn’t sacrificing to the Drowned God. He is practicing blood magic, which is universal in its appeal. 

Watch me derail my response to a different subject: the fake duality of the gods, and of ice and fire. (Long post.)

GRRM likes to remind us occasionally that the gods aren’t solid and separate.

In the sept they sing for the Mother's mercy but on the walls it's the Warrior they pray to, and all in silence. She remembered how Septa Mordane used to tell them that the Warrior and the Mother were only two faces of the same great god. But if there is only one, whose prayers will be heard? (ACOK, Sansa V)

Catelyn calls them “the seven faces of god”. God, singular.

“One god with seven aspects” Septon Meribald calls it.

"Seven? No. He has faces beyond count, little one, as many faces as there are stars in the sky. In Braavos, men worship as they will . . . but at the end of every road stands Him of Many Faces, waiting. (AFFC, Arya I)

One god: death. 

The struggle is not between the god of death and the god of life, but how humans deal with loss and grief, or with the desire for power, in a world where the door between life and death is more permeable than it should be.

The other whores said that the Sailor's Wife visited the Isle of the Gods on the days when her flower was in bloom, and knew all the gods who lived there, even the ones that Braavos had forgotten. They said she went to pray for her first husband, her true husband, who had been lost at sea when she was a girl no older than Lanna. "She thinks that if she finds the right god, maybe he will send the winds and blow her old love back to her," said one-eyed Yna, who had known her longest, "but I pray it never happens. Her love is dead, I could taste that in her blood. If he ever should come back to her, it will be a corpse." (AFFC, Cat of the Canals) 

Shades of Dany and Drogo “When will he be as he was?” Shades of blood magic. Only death can pay for life. 

That’s a door that should never be opened. But it is. Again and again it is.

But death never buys life. It only ever buys horror. Horror and power.

I have very few concrete ideas about what exactly Euron’s kind of magic is meant to summon. But true to the above, GRRM makes sure we know that the Drowned God and R’hllor are essentially mirrors. Or, if you will, the exact same thing.

Their god was Red R’hllor, and a jealous god he was. Her own god, the Drowned God of the Iron Isles, was a demon to their eyes, and if she did not embrace this Lord of Light, she would be damned and doomed. They would as gladly burn me as those logs and broken branches. (ADWD, The King’s Prize)

v.

“Your Drowned God is a demon,” the black priest Moqorro said afterward. “He is no more than a thrall of the Other, the dark god whose name must not be spoken.”  (ADWD, Victarion I)

Demons hungry for sacrifice, both. 

The Drowned God also mirrors the special duality of R’hllor.

In their theology, the Drowned God is opposed by the Storm God, a malignant deity who dwells in the sky and hates men and all their works. He sends cruel winds, lashing rains, and the thunder and lightning that bespeak his endless wroth. (The World of Ice and Fire - The Iron Islands)

v.

On one side is R'hllor, the Lord of Light, the Heart of Fire, the God of Flame and Shadow. Against him stands the Great Other whose name may not be spoken, the Lord of Darkness, the Soul of Ice, the God of Night and Terror. Ours is not a choice between Baratheon and Lannister, between Greyjoy and Stark. It is death we choose, or life. Darkness, or light." (ASOS, Davos III)

Both work the same way. They are two faces of the same hungry abyss.

Significantly, Dany didn’t sacrifice her blood magic victims to any particular god in order to gain the dragons. She did not chant, she did not call on any deity. The presence of the eggs alone, coupled with her intentions, seems to have been enough.  

It is blood magic, not fire magic. Or water magic. Or ice magic. Blood, always blood.

In that, Dany is very similar to Euron. Neither care for the gods in particular, but they understand the mechanics of trading life for death.

“All gods are lies, but yours is laughable.” (...)

"The Crow's Eye has fed your Drowned God well, and he has grown fat with sacrifice. Words are wind, but blood is power. We have given thousands to the sea, and he has given us victories!" (TWOW, The Forsaken)

Both call themselves the storm(born) and liken themselves to gods or godliness.

And how did Dany feel when she stood, godlike, atop the pyramid? Lonely. 

Are the gods lonely, though?

He saw his brother on the Iron Throne again, but Euron was no longer human. He seemed more squid than man, a monster fathered by a kraken of the deep, his face a mass of writhing tentacles. Beside him stood a shadow in woman's form, long and tall and terrible, her hands alive with pale white fire. Dwarves capered for their amusement, male and female, naked and misshapen, locked in carnal embrace, biting and tearing at each other as Euron and his mate laughed and laughed and laughed... (TWOW The Forsaken)

What is this, but a mockery of the entire concept of duelling gods? They aren’t at war, they are reigning together, watching the carnage commited in their name with inhuman hilarity.

They are in on it together. They are the same. 

Given the theme of a fake duality, perhaps, on a deeper level, ice and fire are also the same. Two faces of the same coin. Two masks of the same inhumane hungry energy.

Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice.

Both are death. Eternal winter, eternal summer. All just means the end of the world. Different roads lead to the same castle. 

@fedonciadale gave me a bit of a brain tweak with this line in a chat:

“I just think that the Ice magic that the CotF woke enabled the Fire magic. So, first we have Ice magic that is warped Cotf magic and the scales are tipped and Fire magic is made possible.“ (...)  And I think "awakening the Fire magic" at Summerhall - which is different than just continuing to have dragons - was the action that awoke the Others

There is clearly a connection and a reciprocal relationship between the various kinds of magic in the ASOIAF world. It might just not be as fully dualistic as this, but again different faces on one coin. 

When the door is open, the door is open for all. Just in changeable forms.

The dragons don’t like the cold, the Others shatter from obsidian. But if they are both only products of blood magic, they are only tools at the disposition of those who summoned them, and their disparate interests. Like the gods, they only seem mutually opposed, while they spring from the same source. 

That might be the reason that both Others and dragons and Melisandre’s magic and glass candles and Euron can happen at the same time, all with disconnected motivations. They all amplify each other to an extent. 

It’s possible and even likely that something led to the current escalation of magical destruction, but I can’t properly guess what. 

Jaqen emphasizes a transactional aspect between life and death:

"The Red God has his due, sweet girl, and only death may pay for life. This girl took three that were his. This girl must give three in their places. Speak the names, and a man will do the rest." (ACOK, Arya VII)

He doesn’t say what will happen if that exchange is disturbed. Maybe nothing. Maybe the Curse of Garin. Maybe the Doom of Valyria. 

Whatever originally opened the doorway between life and death that enabled these exchanges of blood and life for power, is the true problem.

Whatever prompted it then and now, in the North, a full-on apocalypse is already slowly underway. The Others bring the cold, they enslave the dead, all life flees before them, or joins them in death. Clearly, something powerful went into creating them. This dark magic attracted more dark magic. Stannis and his blood sacrificing priestess cannot hope to defeat the Others, perhaps they are even helping make it worse. 

In the South, something similar may begin gather, bought with blood magic. Perhaps Euron is simply waiting for someone with powerful enough blood to come along and be of use to him. 

The different kinds of magic cannot defeat each other. 

In order to end all of it, the door needs to be closed.

[dearlawdimasimp]

Mah dude im sorry for clogging up your inbox

BUT

BUT

What if…Filipinx!reader works at a Filipino Museum the same way Stephen does and then they met?

Also, Ynagunod (forgive me for the spelling) and Khonshu shenanigans when their avatars are fighting.

-marites anon

okay so- in the Aimed to Kill wip series, reader does work in a museum while also partly working as a substitute teacher for mythology :D and they met steven..during ep1 ..i think.. JAJSJJS BUT YA KNOW THAT SCENE where we first "met" khonsu, the whole scarab and steven "what am i doing, i dont even have a liscense" grant ep? :> yeah

i was thinking that Reader and Marc tag teamed to get the scarab to help him, but then Steven fronts, Reader has to protect their body from harm but lost him when Steven ran to the city. They were nearly left behind if they weren't quick on opening the back part of the ice cream truck. Steven sees reader and screamed thinking that they were one of them. Reader has to calm the poor lost man before he kills them both for not focusing on driving JAHJAJAH and i think their first meeting interaction would be like:

Steven, is fronting again but is now holding a gun: *yelps and throws the gun*

Yna, about to strangle Steven: PISTE GI LABAY ANG PUSIL! *FUCK HE THREW AWAY THE GUN!!*

Reader: ah yes, hello, welcome back darling, honey bunch sugar pop- *kicks a goon out of the truck*

Steven: *flustered, confused and horified noises* what is happening?!?

Reader: just keep your eyes on the road, bebz!!

~~

and the interaction between Ynaguinid would be like an annoying brother with a stuck up sister kinda vibe, and whenever Ynaguinid (or reader) is pissed, she/they'll purposefully speak in Bisaya to annoy the hell out of the moon boys or like to comment on their appearance HAHAHHAAHAH

Ynaguinid: awa nagpamay-may napud ang bukog.. *the skeleton is being arrogant again..*

Khonshu: what did she say??

Reader, is sweating as she looks at Ynaguinid, who's giving her a look: She said that your plan is great..! hehe.. d=(´▽｀)=b

Marc: that's not what she really said, wasn't it?

Reader: no :')

~~

Reader, rubs face as they help the Moon boys out of a situation: atay, kung dili pa lang mo gwapo inataya mo..*fuck, if you guys weren't so fucking stupidly handsome..*

Marc, Steven and Khonshu: ??? *turns to Ynaguinid*

Ynaguinid: what? She's just happy to help, is all :)

~~

JAJSJHSHSH i hc Ynaguinid to have learned English as she sees that it is slowly becoming her country's second language, much to her dismay, and she can speak fluently and understand the language! :>