Lord-of-Blood

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‘”Defenders of the Universe, huh? Has a nice ring to it.”

Arise (Part I) l A Voltron (Space Family) Fanmix

1. Particles of the Universe (Heartbeats) - Dan Romer & Benh Zeitlin | 2. Green Light - Green Light | 3. Zaris - Mooncake | 4. Splashdown - Adam Young | 5. Paperman - Christophe Beck | 6. First Step On The Surface - Adam Young | 7. Star Wars Piano Lullaby Pt. II - Kathryn Ziegner | 8. Holding Out for a Hero - Frou Frou

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Part II

1. Radioactive vs. My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark - Imagine Dragons & Fall Out Bo | 2. Catharsis - Oscar H. Caballero | 3. Kings and Queens - 30 Seconds to Mars | 4. In the Air Tonight - Natalie Taylor | 5. Launch - Adam Young | 6. California Dreamin’ - Sia | 7. Re-Entry - Adam Young | 8. 静かな想い - 久石譲

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Part III

1. Candlepower - Chris Zabriskie | 2. In My Dream Last Night - Jake Sidwell | 3. Get Up - Barcelona | 4. Lunar Landing - Adam Young | 5. Hallelujah - Imogen Heap | 6. Last Agni Kai - The Track Team | 7. Everybody Wants To Rule the World - Lorde | 8. Young Blood (Renholder Remix) - The Naked and Famous

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I was drowning
*********

It was a Friday night, dark and cold on the Southside as Jughead Jones pulled his leather jacket tighter around his shoulders, tucking his chin to his chest to avoid the bitter winter wind that whipped through the doorway of the broken down bar.

As soon as he stepped into the Serpent run establishment it was clear something was very very wrong. Gang members were running hectic around the bar, shouting and confusion filling the air as the older men spoke harshly into their phones and younger Serpents bent down low and seemed to be talking to something underneath a table.

Jughead flung his keys down, moving slowly toward the older man currently standing to the side typing furiously into his cellphone.

“What’s going on?” Jughead asked, scanning the faces of about twenty very angry Serpents. The man named Viper snapped his head up, hands flinging into the air.

“A kid, they dropped off a kid! He’s under the table, all covered in blood. It’s a message. A damn threat.” He growled.

“A kid? What? What are you talking about?” The dark haired teenager stared blankly at the older leader of the Serpents.

“Look for yourself! He’s under the table, it’s the ghoulies! They’ve gone too far this time, he’s just a kid, can’t be anymore than four years old, you gotta call someone. Now!” He ordered, marching away.

Jughead made his way to the table, shoving the boys surrounding the cracked wood as he bent down, eyes instantly meeting the aqua blue ones of the tiny boy, blood caking his face and a ripped t shirt hanging off of his too small frame.
“What the fuck.” He whispered, tearing his eyes away, it was almost physically painful to see the signs of pure abuse.

“Jones!” Jughead jumped up, “I thought I told you to call someone!” Jughead looked at the scarred man

“Who am I even supposed to call?!”

“I don’t know! I don’t care just get that kid out from underneath the table, lord knows who’s blood that is.”

Pulling his phone out from the pocket of his jacket Jughead dialed involuntarily, he only realized who he had called when the familiar sugar sweet voice answered from the other end, slightly out of breathe and tired.

“Hello?”

“Betty, I’m….I’m at the Whyte worm…I….I need you.”

There was silence for a moment before she answered

“I’m on my way.”

The line went dead.

17 minutes later the Beautiful Blonde slammed through the door wearing tiny brown ugg boots, her cheerleading uniform and an incredibly loose bun on the top of her head. Every man in the bar turned to stare at the leggy Blonde, half drooling half staring in utter confusion as she pushed past and headed directly towards the crowded table, simply nodding at Jughead as she passed.

Viper came quickly to stand beside Jughead
“You called your ex girlfriend?”

Jughead crossed his arms
“You told me to call someone, so I did.” He shrugged, eyes trained protectively on the girl now crouching by the table, hands on the floor.

They had broken up two months ago, it had been brutal, words flung angrily, accusations that held no merit. And it was his fault, there was no question, he wanted to protect her, protect her from the gang, from situations like this, protect her from everything, but….

God he missed her everyday. He needed her to breathe, needed her warmth to sleep, he was freezing. Needed her arms to float because damnit he was drowning and he couldn’t do it anymore.

And here she was, he called and she was here, she always was, no matter what. That was Betty Cooper and you were the luckiest human being in the world If she decided to love you.

Betty crawled slowly towards the table, the warmest smile on her lips as she looked at the terrified child squeezed in the corner.

“It’s scary out here isn’t it?” She whispered, her voice echoing in the dead silent bar, she had everyone captured, they were hooked.

The little boy barely nodded, his hands shaking as he moved just the tiniest bit closer.

“I know how you feel, it’s all new and it’s scary. Someone left you here and I’m so sorry that they did that but I can promise you that you’re safe now.”

He moved closer, a shock of black hair coming into view.

“What’s your name love.” Betty reached a hand out, reaching to brush a stray curl from his eyes.

“Max”

The voice was so small, so broken and damaged, cracking and hurt. Jugheads chest was thudding.

“Well max, my names betty, it’s very nice to meet you. Hey! how about we go and get you something warm to wear and then we can talk, there’s snow on the ground little bug, it’s awfully chilly.”

The little boy crawled to her, hesitantly taking her hand
“I’m…. it’s… dirty.. blood.” He whispered.

Betty nodded, clutching the little boy and hoisting him up on her hip
“Nothing a little soap and water can’t fix, does anything hurt you?” She questioned, gently patting the little boy as he coughed, a tiny smile on his lips as her fingers tickled under his chin.

“No, just cold… just.. hungry.” He whispered, burying his head into her neck, blood smearing over her smooth skin.

“Okay Love, Okay. Let’s go get cleaned up and then we’ll eat something okay?”

He nodded and Betty headed off towards the bathroom, eyes catching Jugheads, a broken hearted kind of look in her eyes.

As soon as the little boy and the blonde had left the room the silence broke.

“She’s magic.”

“I want to marry her.”

“She can be my baby mama any day.”

“But those legs.”

Viper turned to Jughead
“Good job. We have a lot to talk about, group meeting at my trailer, bring the girl as soon as she gets the boy down. She might be interested in what we have to say.” It was an order, not a suggestion and Jughead Knew there was no way of getting her out of this situation.

They were screwed.

John Brown as the mastermind behind the Blue Sect and the recent sad events?

Disclaimer: Spoilers and long post. As such, this theory will initially be a little chronological to try and make the explanation simpler.
If any point is unclear, feel free to ask @thedarkestcrow or me about it as it is something we discussed together. :)


First of all, here’s what we know about the current arc (ch127 happens mid-November 1889):

  • Bravat (who’s most likely human) knew from the beginning that Ciel is the Watchdog (”Earl Phantomhive”), that Seb is a demon, that Lizzie is Ciel’s fiancée and that the Starlight Four committed crimes at Weston.
  • Bravat’s sect is at least one and a half year/two years old (ch125). However, seeing as there was no hint of massive blood collects and death before August/September 1889, we’ll assume for this theory that the 4 star lords were put in Bravat’s care at some point during Summer 1889, which is when Bravat started using the S4 to promote the Sphere music hall in order to collect as much blood as possible.
  • Othello said that, considering the anormal progress of the sect’s technology, a supernatural being is most likely behind it (ch119/ch125). This supernatural mastermind is very probably the reason Bravat knew about Sebastian being a demon (and about Lizzie and Ciel). 
  • While the reason tying Lizzie to the sect is still unclear, we’re going to assume for this theory that Bravat’s mention of her to Ciel (ch123) might mean that she’s seen as a possible hostage to use against him. 
  • Lastly, about the 2CT: it seems like it’s almost confirmed.
    • Lord Sirius being Ciel’s twin (aka Real!Ciel, a “bizarre doll”) is a popular theory
    • Agni’s reaction when he found the burnt picture of Ciel’s family (ch126) was quite telling that something was unexpected about this picture.

I hope all of this makes sense for you guys! Onto the theory about John Brown…

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I guess I’ve just kind of come to terms with the fact that I’m not against mchanzo, I’m against people making Hanzo out to be a whiny, whimpy, needy, demure, uneducated of the western world kind of man.

Like yeah it’s kind of funny the first time but for the love of god please don’t make him call Jesse “cow man” unironically. This is a 30+ year old DRUG LORD/YAKUZA BOSS/COLD BLOODED KILLER

PLEASE do not make him a child

Hanzo is a powerful, independent, very complex character and he deserves to be treated as such.

Knight in Shining Armor (Loki Lafeyson x Female Reader)

Originally posted by maryxglz

(GIF NOT MINE, CREDIT GOES TO OWNER)

Words: 1546 (Holy shit??!)

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader, Thor Odinson x Reader (platonic), OMC (kinda??? Idk I just made his name up) x Reader

Warnings: Arranged Marriages, Angst, Fluff

Summary: (Y/N) and Loki have been friends since childhood. Now that they’re older, they’ve drifted apart, Loki being too busy to spend any time with her. She’s fallen for her, but like a true warrior, she pushes her feelings aside. That is until her father promises her hand in marriage to another man. Will she be forced to marry a man she doesn’t even know? Or will the love of her life save her from him?

A/N: WOW I suck at summaries! Anyway, this is just something I wrote up last night, not thinking too much of it. I was just in a Loki mood after seeing a couple gifsets on Tumblr. So here we are! I hope you enjoy and I hope there aren’t too many mistakes. This is only my second time writing for Loki and it takes place in Asgard so I hope I did the Asgardians justice. Also, I was too lazy to proofread this one. I hope you enjoy!


“(Y/N)!”

You look up from your book, startled. Your mother and father enter your chambers.

“Yes?” You reply.

“We have the most wonderful news!” Your mother declares.

You furrow your brows, closing your book and cocking your head to the side. “Oh?”

Your father smiles. “I have promised your hand in marriage to a very wealthy Asgardian warrior!”

Your eyes widen. “Wh-What?!”

“Yes! Lord Deinnson.”

You feel the blood rush out of your face.

No no no no no nO NO!!

You’re out of your chair in a flash.

“How dare you?! You make such rash decisions without my consent?! Without any consideration as to whether or not my heart already lies somewhere else?!” You yell.

You can see the rage building up in your father’s eyes. “Do not speak to me that way young lady!!” He shouts

You head for the door.

Do not walk away from me!“ He screams at you. "I know what’s best for you!”

You turn and look at your parents. “You do not know me at all.”

And then you’re rushing out the door. You head down the hall, down the stairs, and out towards your family’s stables.

You throw the bridle on your horse, and jump on him, preferring to ride bareback than worry yourself with a saddle.

You let him run as fast as his legs can carry you. You let your tears fall freely as you grip his mane, burying your face in it.

You finally arrive at the castle.

You jump off of the horse, and walk up to the heavily guarded entrance.

“Name?” A guard asks.

“Lady (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I am a friend of Prince Loki Laufeyson.”

“Did he summon you?”

“N-No but-”

“You are not permitted here.”

Tears flood your eyes again. “P-Please I-”

“GO!!!” He yells, causing you to shrink.

You can only nod, as you walk back to where your horse is waiting.

“Lady (Y/N)?”

You turn at the sound of Thor’s familiar voice.

“Thor…” You say, gratefully.

He furrows his brows when he sees your tear streaked cheeks.

“What ails you (Y/N)?” He asks in a gentle tone.

“Something I’d rather not discuss. But I need to see your brother. Please.”

He nods and turns to the guards. “See that her steed is put in the stables.” He says to one, who nods and leads your horse away.

“Why did you turn her away?” He practically growls at the guard who had given you a hard time.

His eyes widen. “I-I-I didn’t realize- My most sincere apologies Your Majesty.”

Thor huffs. “Don’t apologize to me.” He gestures to you.

The guard’s face reddens. “Of course. My most sincere apologies Lady (Y/N).” He bows, before opening the gates. “Right this way.”

You nod, and let him lead you into the palace.

You’re led up to his chambers.

The guard knocks, and you hear a familiar ‘Come in.’. The guard pokes his head in and tells Loki who you were. Then the guard opens the door wider and lets you in.

“Thank you, you are dismissed.” Loki says to him.

Once you two are alone, Loki allows himself to smile. It’d been too long since he last saw you.

But his smile falters when he sees the look in your eyes.

“What is it my darling flower?”

And then you can’t hold it in any longer. You let yourself cry.

He has his arms around you in an instant. You bury your face in his chest, inhaling his scent, letting it wash over you.

“Shh, come my darling.” He murmurs, leading you over to a couch.

He holds you in his lap, rubbing your back soothingly until you calm down.

You take a deep breath.

“Loki… I am to be wed.”

His eyes widen, and his jaw clenches. You notice his grip on you tighten ever so slightly.

“To whom?” He says, his voice an eerie calm.

“Lord Deinnson.”

His grip tightens even more. That man was known for being a player. Using a woman for whatever he wanted, before throwing her out like an old rag.

He pushes you away from his body so that he can look at your face.

“And you do not wish to marry him?”

You shake your head.

He sighs in relief. “Hush now my sweet. You mustn’t worry yourself too much.”

You nod, burying your face in his chest again.

He leans back on the couch, still holding you. Your legs are stretched out, and he runs his slender fingers through your hair.

Once your breathing has deepened, he slowly stands, laying your sleeping form on the couch and covering you with a warm blanket.

“Sleep well my darling flower.” He murmurs, before pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek.

He changes into his royal attire, helmet and everything.

And then he’s on his way to your family’s home.


You blink your eyes open and look around.

Loki’s chambers.

You smile to yourself. He’s not there, but that’s okay. You slowly stand, and head for the door.

You find your way out of the palace, heading down to the stables where your horse is waiting.

You get on and head back home.

You try to kill as much time as possible, taking your time with putting the horse back in the stables. Once you’re done, you head inside.

You stop dead in your tracks when you see your parents, in the living area of your home, with… Loki?

“Loki?!” You ask in shock.

“(Y/N)!” Your mother reprimands you for not calling him by his title.

“That is alright Madam, your daughter and I have known each other long enough. Titles are not a necessity.”

You blush, smiling as he walks towards you.

He stops, only inches away from you.

“What are you doing here?” You whisper.

He smirks. “I, your knight in shining armor, have come to save you from the beast.”

You roll your eyes, which are now tearing up.

“The Prince has come to ask for your hand in marriage.” Your father says.

“Oh?” You say, cocking an eyebrow.

“Yes, and therefore your promised marriage to Lord Deinnson is  no more.”

You feel a tear slip down your cheek.

“I am so in love with you (Y/N). I think I have been since we were children, and used to play in the gardens.”

You giggle. “You always wanted me to be the princess so you could save me, but I wanted to be a warrior instead.”

He chuckles, a low melodic sound that rumbles in his chest. “I remember that.”

He takes your hands in his. “You and I have been friends since childhood. I don’t think I realized my feelings for you. You are strong, witty, smart, mischievous.” He smirks, and you giggle. “And when I heard that you were to be wed to another man, I couldn’t bear it. Because I knew that he didn’t know you as well as I do. I knew he wouldn’t be the husband you deserve. I knew what I had to do.”

He gives you a small smile, which you return with an even wider one.

“I can’t imagine spending the rest of my life with anyone else. So if you’ll let me, I wish to make you my Queen.”

Tears blur your vision, and you nod smiling. “Of course I’ll have you Loki.”

He smiles, sighing in relief. It’s then that you notice the tears in his eyes.

He cups your cheek and pulls you closer before his lips are on yours in a soft, gentle kiss.

The two of you pull away, and Loki looks back at your parents. “Thank you, Lord and Lady (Y/L/N). I promise I will take care of your daughter.”

They nod, smiling at the two of you.


A week later, you stood in one of the great halls in the palace.

“Are you ready Your majesty?” One of the maids asks.

You giggle nervously. “Enough of that, at least wait until it’s official.”

She smiles. “Very well, are you ready M'lady?”

You close your eyes and take a deep breath.

Loki showing you the secret garden when you were four.

Loki chasing you around said garden at age seven.

You and Loki watching the stars at night

Loki showing you his magic when you were ten.

You sitting in the garden and confiding in Loki, telling him about all your troubles at age fifteen.

Loki showing you his frost giant form when you were sixteen, him being afraid of your reaction, but you only being amazed and telling him he was beautiful.

You and Loki training together as warriors at age eighteen.

The months you spent apart in recent years, you wishing he would call you to the palace like old times, but knowing that those days were over.

And then finally, Loki proposing to you.

You open your eyes and nod. “I’m ready.”

The doors leading into the throne room open, and you walk in.

You see him standing there, in all his glory, and you feel tears fill your eyes.

“You look ravishing my love.” He says when you reach him.

“You look quite handsome yourself my king.” You reply.

He smirks.

“My Queen.”

“My Loki.”


A/N: Thanks for reading! I really hope you enjoyed this drabble. I probably messed up when writing the Asgardians. But anyway, thanks again! As always feedback is appreciated. Have a wonderful day my lovelies!


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  • Peter Pettigrew: You’re not sweating.
  • Voldemort: Uh-huh.
  • [Peter feels Voldemort’s face for any evidence of sweat]
  • Voldemort: Having fun, there?
  • Peter: How could you not be sweating?
  • Voldemort: I don’t sweat.
  • Peter: Everybody sweats.
  • Severus: Not Lord Voldemort.
  • Rabastan: Lord Voldemort never sweats.
  • Peter: What do you mean he never sweats?
  • Voldemort: Sweating is gross, so I don’t do it.
  • Peter: So what? You’re just like… cold blooded?
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Homestuck classpect musings

Something I realized last night: the only reason Homestuck actually has a plot is because the characters involved are all forced to play using pre-built character sheets; if SBURB/SGRUB had a halfway decent character editor built in, then a party of 3-4 dedicated powergamers could easilly snap the game in half.

Put simply, it’s actually pretty obvious that not all classes and aspects are created equal (no matter what some might say on the matter), and some simply become so utterly gamebreaking once explored that it isn’t even funny. To just give two examples that use nothing but canon information: Seer of Time and Seer of Space.

In canon, Seers are shown to see things and foresee events governed by their aspect. Rose, Seer of Light, is able to know the exact most fortuitous path that the meteor group needs to take, no matter how insane or convoluted that path actually is, and Terezi, Seer of Mind, is able to foresee the results of people’s decisions, possibly to the point of knowing what you will do before you do, and might even have been able to read thoughts if she had God Tiered (as evidenced by her being able to see Brain Ghost Dirk, actually see him, despite being blind at the time).

Meanwhile, Time and Space are the only aspects shown to be mostly literal, albeit with some esoteric connotations, literally governing the fabric of space and time. All Time players are shown to have the ability to time travel (a trick which is outright weaponized by Dave), Aradia is shown to be able to actually stop time for an enemy, and Lord English uses time itself as a weapon, wielding stable timeline loops as both sword and shield. Meanwhile, on the Space side, Jade is able to freely manipulate the mass and volume of objects, able to make a planet small enough to fit in her hand without any change in density, and alternate future Caliope is able to all but rewrite reality, manipulating the physical world in a way which, due to timeline complications in the Farthest Ring, should be impossible.

Combining this knowledge, Seer of Time and Seer of Space get really, really broken. To start with the weaker ability: a Seer of Space would be able to see everything, anywhere, at that exact moment. They wouldn’t exactly be able to foresee things, time being explicitly out of their control, but they would have perfect knowledge of reality at any given moment, making them a mathematical demon. No matter where you ran, they could catch you. No matter where you hid, they could find you. No matter what precautions you took, the only way to get around a Seer of Space would be to exploit either time based shenanigans, or to wield Void powers (something which even the omniscient can’t get around).

Meanwhile, a Seer of Time would be ridiculously, abominably, unstopably insane, able to foresee any and all conequences of everything that might or must happen, along with knowledge of when things must happen for events to unfold. While they themselves might not have any time travel powers (or at least, being so weak with time travel that there’s no real reason to bother), they wouldn’t actually need them, because they already know what the future holds. To give one small example of how insanely broken a Seer of Time would be, they would be able to know the exact moment needed to set off a packet of explosives, the blast from which would cause air turbulence, which would interact with the weather patterns already in existance, which would cause a cascade of unlikely but perfectly timed events to create an EF5 tornado, which would conveniently touch down just before it’s time to fight the Black King.

And this is just parsing canon information; I’d shudder to imagine how some other classpects would be, if fandom speculation is correct. Heir of Hope, assuming that Heir means, “protected by, and responsible for,” and that Hope means, “possibilities, dreams, and that which might be,” would mean that an Heir of Hope would be protected by possibility itself, to the point of trancending luck; all which is and might be would bend over backwards to protect the Heir of Hope, to the point of surrealism. A Prince of Void, using canon info here, would parse as, “one who destroys, or destroys through, that which is hidden or does not exist,” and would mean that a Prince of Void would be able to simply destroy the nonexistance of anything, probably able to create things to a far greater degree than Roxy in canon, who merely steals their nonexistance rather than destroying it. A Lord of Blood, assuming Lord to mean, “one who holds command and dominion,” and Blood to mean, “unity, community, and fraternity,” would parse out as, “one who commands unity,” and that ads up to the literally perfect leader, able to command any disparate group into a single well-oiled machine.

Really, the only reason Homestuck has a plot at all is because the characters shown actually have some pretty shitty classes and aspects. Give me a Seer of Time, a Knight of Space, an Heir of Hope, and a Prince of Void, and the biggest danger would be them arguing with themselves.

knives78  asked:

You get this shot of Dany reaching for Jon but Jon does not take it her hand. Instead he chooses to go after the NK all on his own. This is significant because it tells you that if Jon could end this without the help of Dany he would, Beric showed him a different way and he really tried but failed. This if anything reinforced the notion in his mind that he can't do it without Dany.

Hi there! Thanks for the ask!

I apologize I’m just replying now. Thought I’d hold off on judging this shot until the finale aired so I could discuss it in full. Because it is a super interesting thought!

D@ny reaching for Jon was one of those 706 details I missed the first time around but it is curious upon rewatch. I don’t particularly think they telegraphed WHY Jon turned around all that well. It’s pretty chaotic with a lot happening all at once. My original assumption was that Jon realized the team needed him to provide cover to support the mission and in the process of fighting, just got cut off from them. If they wanted to telegraph that Jon intended to fight the NK, IMO, they needed more shots of closeup NK and Jon a la Jon vs Ramsey in BotB.

But thematically, it’s an interesting shot right? That D@ny offers her extended hand and Jon reaches up with clenched knuckles but then decides against taking it. That he turns away, goes in the opposite direction to be a hero on his own, still denying her help even after she flies in there with those colossal war machines. That says a whole lot. It also is another breadcrumb pointing to Viserion’s death as the gamechanger for Jon because he knows what the NK will do with a dead dragon. So fastforward to the boat, Jon realizes they are fucked without her dragons, that there is no time to waste, and he does the very un-Jon-like move of grabbing D@ny’s hand. 

For D@ny, there’s also a potent tragic metaphor in this shot: Jon Snow always just out of her reach. She extends her hand whole heartedly to him. Jon reaches half-heartedly with a clenched fist before turning away to protect others. 

The finale underscored this metaphor IMO. I believe we’re seeing undercover!Jon, so it makes me feel for her in a way. She really does spend most of the episode being influenced by him. Despite riding into the pit on a dragon (and that visual itself is its own doozy of a metaphor, flying into a dragon trap?!), she really lacks agency the whole hour. She offers her personal thoughts and feelings to Jon. He offers up nothing personal in return but she doesn’t seem to notice. When he lays out a travel plan that threatens her safety and makes her advisors nervous, she doesn’t question his motives in the plan. She buys his flimpsy excuse of sending “a better message” as Tyrion and Jorah watch Jon’s growing influence with worry. And then boatbang, she doesn’t notice Jon all weirdly stressed and panic-y on top of her? I’m honestly lowkey concerned for her lack of self-awareness and judgment of others. It makes me want to go all girlfriend on her and take her aside like, GIRL OPEN UP YOUR EYES. 

But this isn’t an out of nowhere trait. D@ny has had a long history of trusting people that are playing her. Off the top of my head, Mirri Maz, Doreah, and Jorah had all played her with varying degrees of malice, before the second book/season closed. And she was clueless until evidence came out proving their treachery. I guess the argument could be made that she’s learned since…but I’m not sure she has? She became less trusting but nothing showed us she ever worked to correct this weakness or ever got better at reading people’s intentions. She states in ACOK that she is “neither deaf nor blind”. Stannis also proclaims “I am not blind”. Both state so with lack of self-awareness to their own actual blindness.

D@ny does have a moment of realization in ADWD:

If I look back, I am doomed, D@ny told herself … but how could she not look back? I should have seen it coming. Was I so blind, or did I close my eyes willfully, so I would not have to see the price of power?

— Daenerys II, ADWD

But it is short-lived. She basically buries this, deciding to be a conqueror and leave Meeren for Westeros.

I’m particularly fascinated by that “if I look back” part because she repeats it over and over across the years. She fears looking back and feeling lost. But that’s exactly what she needs to do to gain some self-awareness and grow some discernment skills. She resists it and thus goes down a path that wasn’t her own. One that will most likely end in tragedy.

This counters Jon pretty sharply, who does nothing but observe. That’s a specific Jon talent GRRM highlights from the very beginning of the series. Bran’s climbing habit seems to be an extension of wanting to, like Jon, see things others did not.

Bran’s first chapter compares Jon’s discernment skills with Robb’s:

The deserter died bravely,” Robb said. He was big and broad and growing every day, with his mother’s coloring, the fair skin, red-brown hair, and blue eyes of the Tullys of Riverrun. “He had courage, at the least.”

“No,” Jon Snow said quietly. “It was not courage. This one was dead of fear. You could see it in his eyes, Stark.” Jon’s eyes were a grey so dark they seemed almost black, but there was little they did not see.

— Bran I, AGOT

This awareness is underscored a couple pages later when Jon discovers Ghost:

Halfway across the bridge, Jon pulled up suddenly. 

“What is it, Jon?” their lord father asked. 

“Can’t you hear it?” 

Bran could hear the wind in the trees, the clatter of their hooves on the ironwood planks, the whimpering of his hungry pup, but Jon was listening to something else. 

“There,” Jon said. He swung his horse around and galloped back across the bridge. They watched him dismount where the direwolf lay dead in the snow, watched him kneel. A moment later he was riding back to them, smiling. 

“He must have crawled away from the others,” Jon said. 

“Or been driven away,” their father said, looking at the sixth pup. His fur was white, where the rest of the litter was grey. His eyes were as red as the blood of the ragged man who had died that morning. Bran thought it curious that this pup alone would have opened his eyes while the others were still blind.

— Bran I, AGOT

Jon hears what neither Ned nor Robb nor Bran nor Theon can hear. As a consequence, he finds Ghost, the only pup of the litter with his eyes wide open.

This is barely 13 pages in. It’s akin to an establishing shot for the character.

There’s been some good takes lately on Jon physically losing his sight (at least partially) in the future. Ever since I learned Jonnel Stark (who married Sansa Stark) was a One-Eyed Lord of Winterfell, I’ve joked about a plot twist that Jon loses an eye in the war against the Dead. 

So it’s worth noting that Sam explains how Maester Aemon, though physically blind, “sees things no one else sees” (Jon VIII, AGOT). 

Arya learns through actually losing her sight that one can become hyperaware of surroundings by relying on other senses, gaining skills of discernment that others with sight ignore.

And because this is a Jonsa blog, I cannot resist adding this passage of Ned’s about Sansa:

It was queer how sometimes a child’s innocent eyes can see things that grown men are blind to. Someday, when Sansa was grown, he would have to tell her how she had made it all come clear for him.

— Eddard XII, AGOT

Of course, here, Sansa had no idea she was helping Ned. And in fact, helping him piece together the puzzle of Joffrey’s parentage actually contributed to his death. She’s still a child and her skills of discernment take some time to evolve—most notably, while she poses as a bastard in the Vale. But it’s a curious connection nonetheless.

The only other people who are said to “see things” in the series have magical connections, Thoros and Melisandre. They both are said to “see things in the flames”. In the case of Melisandre, what she saw was ultimately misleading. Thoros explains to Arya that although the flames do not lie, he can misinterpret them (“sometimes I read them wrongly, blind fool that I am”; Arya VIII, ASOS).

At the heart of the Undercover!Jon theory is the narrative need for Jon to do better than Ned and avoid his mistakes. I’ve been reviewing Ned’s chapters since S7. His words as he sits in the KL dungeon for treason are relevant:

He damned them all: Littlefinger, Janos Slynt and his gold cloaks, the queen, the Kingslayer, Pycelle and Varys and Ser Barristan, even Lord Renly, Robert’s own blood, who had run when he was needed most. Yet in the end he blamed himself. 

“Fool,” he cried to the darkness, “thrice-damned blind fool.” 

Cersei Lannister’s face seemed to float before him in the darkness. Her hair was full of sunlight, but there was mockery in her smile. “When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die,” she whispered. 

Ned had played and lost, and his men had paid the price of his folly with their life’s blood.

— Eddard XV, AGOT

This is Ned taking full stock of the consequences of his actions and owning up to them fully.

He calls himself out as a fool. A blind fool.

That connects pretty nicely with Jon up on that cliff in 703 lamenting being a Northern fool.

But if it was Ned’s blindness that made him foolish, trusting LF and underestimating Cersei, causing his death—then Jon should be uniquely positioned to prevent history from repeating itself. Indeed, if the finale is any indication, he’ll get back to Winterfell. He’ll succeed were Ned and Brandon and Rickon failed. And he’s returning having completed his original goal: to secure powerful allies and their resources to take on the NK.

So I do feel bad for D@ny. If S7 is any indication, Jon will always be just out of her reach. She has her years long resistance to looking back and fear of being lost to thank for it. No boatbangs will change that. But I can see Kit’s satisfaction with Jon this season. If the Undercover!Jon theory is correct, it’s a character move six years in the making with a hell of a potential payoff. It would pair with the R+L=J reveal, that Ned played everyone for 18+ years, spectatularly. 

Reign VI (Reader x Bucky Barnes)

Word Count: 2118

Summary: Royal AU: the reader is a princess next in line to take the throne. Bucky is a knight that has been put in charge of taking care of and protecting the reader.

Warnings: none

A/N: Some more Reign coming at YOU. I’m sorry but I really want to marry bucky and it hurts a lot.

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helenxwoh  asked:

Hello! Do you know who has the dagger which was used to try to kill Bran? Either in the books or the show.

I don’t know (or care) about the show, but in the books, Ned took the dagger from Catelyn when she came to King’s Landing, and Petyr Baelish claimed Tyrion had won it from him at Joffrey’s 12th birthday tourney. (Which was not true, it was Robert that had won it.) Littlefinger took the dagger back from Ned in the throne room coup scene:

As his men died around him, Littlefinger slid Ned’s dagger from its sheath and shoved it up under his chin. His smile was apologetic. “I did warn you not to trust me, you know.”

–AGOT, Eddard XIV

The last we saw of it, he was using it to cut fruit…

Petyr cut a pomegranate in two with his dagger, offering half to Sansa. “You should try and eat, my lady.”   
“Thank you, my lord.” Pomegranate seeds were so messy; Sansa chose a pear instead, and took a small delicate bite. 

…while teaching Sansa a certain lesson:

“Tell me, Alayne—which is more dangerous, the dagger brandished by an enemy, or the hidden one pressed to your back by someone you never even see?”
“The hidden dagger.”
“There’s a clever girl.” He smiled, his thin lips bright red from the pomegranate seeds. “When the Imp sent off her guards, the queen had Ser Lancel hire sellswords for her. Lancel found her the Kettleblacks, which delighted your little lord husband, since the lads were in his pay through his man Bronn.” He chuckled. “But it was me who told Oswell to get his sons to King’s Landing when I learned that Bronn was looking for swords. Three hidden daggers, Alayne, now perfectly placed.”
“So one of the Kettleblacks put the poison in Joff’s cup?” Ser Osmund had been near the king all night, she remembered.
“Did I say that?” Lord Petyr cut the blood orange in two with his dagger and offered half to Sansa. “The lads are far too treacherous to be part of any such scheme… and Osmund has become especially unreliable since he joined the Kingsguard. That white cloak does things to a man, I find. Even a man like him.” He tilted his chin back and squeezed the blood orange, so the juice ran down into his mouth. “I love the juice but I loathe the sticky fingers,” he complained, wiping his hands. “Clean hands, Sansa. Whatever you do, make certain your hands are clean.”

–ASOS, Sansa VI

The fact that the Valyrian steel dagger, one of GRRM’s biggest Chekhov’s guns (if fired already, but then hung back on the wall) appears in this highly metaphorical and foreshadowing-filled scene with Sansa… well. I think, I hope, I believe this dagger will play a certain part in Littlefinger’s downfall. And since it’s Valyrian steel, then likely Sansa will have the dagger for defense against the Others during the upcoming War for the Dawn. Hope that helps!

Kageyama fiercely wished he could sink into the cushions behind him and disappear instead of staring at a screen with so much blood oh Lord, why that much blood, what the -
The monster disappeared once again, and Kageyama forced his tensed up muscles to relax. Hinata was so close by now, if he would just tilt his head a bit, it would rest on Kageyama’s shoulder. The way they were sitting seemed like a cliché from some romance flick.

I’m still not over citrusfluegel’s fanfic Shadows don’t matter close to the light  so I obviously had to draw the scene in which these idiots are watching the horror movie and I obviously don’t regret a single thing.

Torch of Bellona (Part 1)

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Pairing: Ivar X Reader

Word Count: 1300

Warnings: prepare as the reader to be morally bankrupt

-Part 1- -Part 2- -Part 3- -Part 4- -Part 5- -Part 6-


Being a trouble maker has been your greatest thrill so far in your short life. Youngest daughter to King Aelle you spend whatever little idle time you can get tormenting your nephew Alfred and spying on King Ecbert’s court. This particular day proved far more fruitful than you could have ever imagined.


As the youngest to King Aelle there wasn’t much for you to do outside of cause a little chaos among the noble rabble. It started as a bored prank that turned into a fun little hobby, but then it got addicting. The world was too stale and grey without being able to feel your blood pumping. What better rush then what came with manipulating people into exploding at each other, at tearing apart friends and family. It was wrong, you knew, but it didn’t stop the devious light that filled your eyes when everything came to its full crescendo.

This week was one of the rare occasions Aelle let you visit Judith. The visits were only allowed if you could come back singing a tale of hate and repulsion for Wessex. The truth of the matter was, envy was a terrible thing. Every visit filling you with aspirations you knew this world wouldn’t allow. In the one week every few months, you could play and dream, Ecbert happy enough to let you pretend to be his princess and indulge in all your every heretical thoughts. Ah but this week, this was a week only God could have gifted you.

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We need to talk about Incest a little bit

So I’m not really into writing these “only text” posts because english is not my first language and I feel the more I write less sense my lines make, but there’s something that really bothers me about Jonsa and I feel we need to talk about.

“JONSA IS INCEST. GRRM puts incest in a bad light so will never happen”.

First of all I think people forget GRRM writes based on medieval period. You know, he’s the same guy who marries a fucking 13 years old girl to a grown man because that’s how things used to be back then. First cousin marriage was not that unnusual among royal families in real life and it’s not among westerosi as well. That’s why Jon and Sansa are cousins instead of non related at all. Because it’s not that taboo people believe it is.

“Jon and Sansa grow up as siblings so it still incest even if they were not that close when they were children”.

No matter your opinion you have to agree that’s pretty weird only Jon and Sansa were not close as kids. Arya and Sansa had that normal “sister struggle” (that I had with my younger sister as well) but Sansa cared deeply for all his brothers but Jon. Why? That’s odd and deliberated.

But what does incest really mean in ASOIAF universe?

When we look at the Targaryens and at Cersei we see a pattern there: the ones they loved represent what they love the most. And it happened to be themselves.

The Targaryens had this whole pride about their pure lineage. Blood of the old Valyria. Dragon lords. Blood of the dragons. They saw themselves as such special and wonderfull beings that the only ones worthy of their love was someone as special as them. So it was natural they’d fall in love with their own family members. They loved what that person represented: the valyrian trades they appreciated so much.


When we look at Cersei the same thing happens. She loves beauty, strength, power, nobility. That’s what she looks in men. Jaime was everything she loved and what she wanted to be, so the incest happens because Jaime is a physical representation of what she admires and wants. When he loses a hand everything changes for him and he withdraws from her ideal. So their relationship begins to break because he’s no longer what she appreciates.

In ASOIAF universe incest happens when a person appreciates something so much that delevelops a feeling for a person that represents that. The significant other is a physical representation of everything a character loves and appreciates.

That’s why I believe it’s natural Jon would have romantic feelings for Sansa. GRRM cared to show us how the incest works for a reason: so Jon’s feelings would be inevitable and the readers would understand that.

Jon is a character that appreciated the north and its culture more than anything. It’s ironic because he’s not even a true northerner . Even his beauty standart for woman is northerner ( the whole kissed by fire thing). Of course Sansa would wake his interest. She’s the key to the north. “Rightful” heir to Winterfell. Daughter of the man Jon admired the most. A beautiful woman kissed by fire (how deliberate is to make Jon live among people who appreciate red hair? I mean, that’s only a coinscidence, right? GRRM is always doing things unwittingly of course, and giving so much emphasis on red hair had no importance either, of course).

I love how in the show Sansa wears northerners dresses all the time and way more northerners hairstyles so we relate northerner beauty to her. She’s the physical representation of “north” along with Jon. It’s natural to me he would develop feelings for her and that after finding out his true heritage his feelings would grow stronger. His true father will put him away from things he loves and connects so unconsciously he would crave for Sansa because she’s the physical representation of what he desires the most. That’s how incest works for GRRM’s narrative. And that’s precisely why I believe it’s going to happen.

Jon was meant to be in a incestous relationship since the original outline. But GRRM wanted us to understand why it would happen. It’s not his style to make jon*rys happen and Jon being okey with that “bacause that’s how Targaryens are”.

He needed to explain Jon’s incestous feelings and why they happened. So we could see it coming slowly like many other plots in the books.

anonymous asked:

Why do you think Falia Flowers was so willing to believe Euron's promises? Was she just a naive young woman who was taken in my a master manipulator's promises? Was her life in Lord Hewitt's household so miserable that she believed Euron's lies because she wanted to believe them? Or was she a budding sociopath, as evidenced by her cruelty to her stepmother and half sisters, who was offered a chance to indulge her darker desires and got in way over her head?

Alright, imagine you’re Falia Flowers. You’re only 17, maybe 18, and like as not you’ve never left Oakenshield in your life. You know you’re Lord Hewett’s natural daughter, and you know what that’s meant for you for the past almost two decades. You have as much of Lord Hewett’s blood as any of his trueborn children, but his wife and daughters - your sisters - treat you as a servant, forcing you to wait on them. Lord Hewett might have brought you into his home, but you’re no Jon Snow, a doted-upon bastard; apparently, Lord Hewett is either unaware that this happens or simply doesn’t care how his wife and daughters treat his bastard. You’ve probably not been educated much, no more than any other servant would be. You know that your best option is marrying, and that as a bastard your marriage options are low and pretty limited. As far as you can tell, you’re doomed to a life of servant’s work on Oakenshield.

Then comes King Euron Greyjoy. You don’t know anything about him other than that he’s ironborn and Shield Islanders hate ironborn. But he’s not anything like you might expect. He’s handsome! He’s charming! He pulls you into his lap and tells you things that make you giggle! He turns the tables on the Hewett ladies who bullied you, making them the servants and you the lady of the castle. And he’s so attentive to you, listening to you, giving you silks, furs, jewels, gowns, anything you want. Suddenly you’re not the unwanted, unloved, regrettable offspring of the lord. Euron makes you feel desired, important, loved.

This is all new and a very heady experience for you; in a matter of hours you’ve had a Cinderella story, lifted from domestic drudgery to a king’s companion. It’s not that you’re basically unkind, but you’ve lived long years under the thumb of Lady Hewett, and if her attitude is typical of highborn southron ladies she probably made you feel your bastard birth on a daily basis, particularly as you live so close. It’s funny to see her and her haughty daughters do what they made you do for so long, and funnier to watch them do it naked; now you get to boss them around as they did you.

All of this has been possible because of King Euron. You might have known love or lovers before, but Euron would blow them all out of the water. None of them was so good-looking, so charismatic, so full of stories of his adventures far away from dull Oakenshield - and, of course, none of them was a king. So when Euron promises to make you his salt wife, of course you’ll accept. Not that you know the first thing about ironborn culture, but Euron has so kindly explained everything you need to know. It’s a potent thing, thinking that you - the unimportant Hewett daughter, the bastard, the one no one wanted - has by your beauty and charm made a king fall in love with you. You’ll be at the side of a king, and the most beautiful woman in the world (who has dragons!) will be like your sister. Far from spending the rest of your life in obscurity on Oakenshield, you’ll now leave with a king, wearing the richest garments and jewels. Why shouldn’t you believe him? He’s sworn it by his own god, and why would a man take an oath against his own god?

You’re Falia Flowers. You don’t know Euron Greyjoy. You don’t know his pleasure in mind games, his sadistic side, his manipulative nature, his disturbing quest for apotheosis. More powerful men than you have been taken in by Euron’s promises, better-educated men, men with more experience than your 17 or 18 years on Oakenshield have given you. He’s shown you his smiling eye, and that’s all you’ve seen.