Game of Thrones/ASOIAF
Joel Miller - masterlist for this specific series here
Javier Peña
Teetering over the Cliffs Edge (coming soon)
Joel Miller
Pero Tovar
Javier Peña
Frankie Morales
Marcus Moreno
Hesitant Second Chances (coming soon)
Ezra
Trades and Thieves (coming soon)
Javi Gutierrez
Cassian Andor
The Thief
Oberyn Martell
Din Djarin
Work also posted on ao3 under risemyangel
Researching about the geography and landscape of Dragonstone for HotGW, is basically just me letting out one big continuous sigh of "I can't fucking believe they thought this was an acceptable adaptation of a an ornate castle build with blood magic by ancient Valyrians on a small island formed from volcanic mountains."
Imagine looking at concept art this beautiful,
And yet that blob of playdoh and legos from the show, is all you could dedicate in your $15 million per episode budget. Anytime I see a gifset of Dragonstone from the show I want to cover my face in embarrassment because show only fans have no idea how fucking cool its supposed to actually look. It's just so goddamn ugly.
I cannot believe we just let the show get away with that.
I'll have you know i loved the new chapter. Excitement still intact.
I'm very glad you still are happy with it, cus me right before posting this chapter while trying to act perfectly normal was just me at my computer looking like this
Pairing: Jon Snow x F!Baratheon!Reader (Slow Burn), Robb Stark x F!Baratheon!Reader
Length: 11k
Warnings: angst/hurt comfort, slow burn, talk of marriages, pregnancy, unwanted sexual comments, descriptions of blood gore and violence, character deaths, traumatic and disturbing imagery
Notes: Hey remember when this was also a Jon Snow slow burn? No? Anyways things occur in this chapter. Previous Chapter Here, Series Masterlist Here.
The thin material of your shift did little to keep the freezing chills off your skin. Ripples all over your arms of where the snow shivered up, and yet you barley felt it below. Your feet bare walking along the snow and ice, only you couldn’t see for how long it went on for. The night was dark but it faded around you to a pitch black that obscured your ability to move anywhere but forward. You could see your breathe with every passing puff of air passing your lips.
Silence was in the air, not even the blow of wind could be hear even though the ends of your shift flowed around below you as you walked forward. No signs of life or anything and yet you kept walking, the need to see what was at the end of this snowy path you were brought to was more important then turning around and finding a way home.
A small hill came up in the view, the steepness of the incline and snow under your feet caused you to stumble, grasping onto the trees around you to steady yourself. A large mass came up into your eyeline as you passed over the edge. Eyes narrowing as you jumped down onto the flat surface you came upon grass. Green and sun as if a light snow had just melted days before as the air warmed right around you. The sounds of water ran by as you came up to the figure, only a sharp set of antlers sticking from it.
Kneeling down in front of it, the mud stained the edge of your shift as the warmer, slightly humid air around you dried it faster. Your eyes widened at the sight, the inside of it’s mouth stained with blood and it’s eyes pale and open, it was a great stag on it’s side. It’s stomach gutted open and flies zipping around the growing rot and moss overtaking it. Looking up to it’s head a bloody snapped section of its antlers were missing.
Standing up, the sounds of water called to you. Looking at the stag with narrowed eyes, lips slightly parted until it fell away into the darkness that kept you encased in your directions. A small steep hill to the clearing beside the water was lush, but as you came upon a second mass it was covered in fur and laying too on it’s side.
A direwolf.
Pairing: Jon Snow x F!Baratheon!Reader (Slow Burn), Robb Stark x F!Baratheon!Reader
Length: 11k
Warnings: angst/hurt comfort, slow burn, talk of marriages, pregnancy, unwanted sexual comments, descriptions of blood gore and violence, character deaths, traumatic and disturbing imagery
Notes: Hey remember when this was also a Jon Snow slow burn? No? Anyways things occur in this chapter. Previous Chapter Here, Series Masterlist Here.
The thin material of your shift did little to keep the freezing chills off your skin. Ripples all over your arms of where the snow shivered up, and yet you barley felt it below. Your feet bare walking along the snow and ice, only you couldn’t see for how long it went on for. The night was dark but it faded around you to a pitch black that obscured your ability to move anywhere but forward. You could see your breathe with every passing puff of air passing your lips.
Silence was in the air, not even the blow of wind could be hear even though the ends of your shift flowed around below you as you walked forward. No signs of life or anything and yet you kept walking, the need to see what was at the end of this snowy path you were brought to was more important then turning around and finding a way home.
A small hill came up in the view, the steepness of the incline and snow under your feet caused you to stumble, grasping onto the trees around you to steady yourself. A large mass came up into your eyeline as you passed over the edge. Eyes narrowing as you jumped down onto the flat surface you came upon grass. Green and sun as if a light snow had just melted days before as the air warmed right around you. The sounds of water ran by as you came up to the figure, only a sharp set of antlers sticking from it.
Kneeling down in front of it, the mud stained the edge of your shift as the warmer, slightly humid air around you dried it faster. Your eyes widened at the sight, the inside of it’s mouth stained with blood and it’s eyes pale and open, it was a great stag on it’s side. It’s stomach gutted open and flies zipping around the growing rot and moss overtaking it. Looking up to it’s head a bloody snapped section of its antlers were missing.
Standing up, the sounds of water called to you. Looking at the stag with narrowed eyes, lips slightly parted until it fell away into the darkness that kept you encased in your directions. A small steep hill to the clearing beside the water was lush, but as you came upon a second mass it was covered in fur and laying too on it’s side.
A direwolf.
Pairing: Jon Snow x F!Baratheon!Reader (Slow Burn), Robb Stark x F!Baratheon!Reader
Length: 11k
Warnings: angst/hurt comfort, slow burn, talk of marriages, pregnancy, unwanted sexual comments, descriptions of blood gore and violence, character deaths, traumatic and disturbing imagery
Notes: Hey remember when this was also a Jon Snow slow burn? No? Anyways things occur in this chapter. Previous Chapter Here, Series Masterlist Here.
The thin material of your shift did little to keep the freezing chills off your skin. Ripples all over your arms of where the snow shivered up, and yet you barley felt it below. Your feet bare walking along the snow and ice, only you couldn’t see for how long it went on for. The night was dark but it faded around you to a pitch black that obscured your ability to move anywhere but forward. You could see your breathe with every passing puff of air passing your lips.
Silence was in the air, not even the blow of wind could be hear even though the ends of your shift flowed around below you as you walked forward. No signs of life or anything and yet you kept walking, the need to see what was at the end of this snowy path you were brought to was more important then turning around and finding a way home.
A small hill came up in the view, the steepness of the incline and snow under your feet caused you to stumble, grasping onto the trees around you to steady yourself. A large mass came up into your eyeline as you passed over the edge. Eyes narrowing as you jumped down onto the flat surface you came upon grass. Green and sun as if a light snow had just melted days before as the air warmed right around you. The sounds of water ran by as you came up to the figure, only a sharp set of antlers sticking from it.
Kneeling down in front of it, the mud stained the edge of your shift as the warmer, slightly humid air around you dried it faster. Your eyes widened at the sight, the inside of it’s mouth stained with blood and it’s eyes pale and open, it was a great stag on it’s side. It’s stomach gutted open and flies zipping around the growing rot and moss overtaking it. Looking up to it’s head a bloody snapped section of its antlers were missing.
Standing up, the sounds of water called to you. Looking at the stag with narrowed eyes, lips slightly parted until it fell away into the darkness that kept you encased in your directions. A small steep hill to the clearing beside the water was lush, but as you came upon a second mass it was covered in fur and laying too on it’s side.
A direwolf.
Come, brothers! Now fight with me!
Jon Snow Week: Quote I don’t want them to kneel for me. I want them to fight with me when the time comes.
THE MUMMY (1999) dir. Stephen Sommers
No this newest chapter I wrote doesn't have a 6k long bath scene. Nor does a 6k long bath scene not have even a hint of smuttiness in it. No I don't get carried away writing a certain someone because I'm convinced their biggest love languages are quiet quality time and thoughtful acts of service both of which time take to elaborate on properly. Shut up the chapter isn't out yet you can't prove anything.
thronesgifs meme: [8] episodes: Hardhome
“The long night is coming, and the dead come with it. No clan can stop them, the free-folk can’t stop them, the Night’s Watch can’t stop them, and all the southern kings can’t stop them! Only together, all of us – and even then it may not be enough but at least we’ll give the fuckers a fight.”
#jonmund
Okay but I love the implication that because we had an establishing shot of Jon looking in the yard, and we clearly saw Tormund wasn't there? Means that Tormund was purposely hiding JUST so he could suprise tackle Jon like a linebacker.
