and like a true stark it killed her

Playing the Game of Face - Make a lie sound like the Truth. - The second, that Arya would ever wonder what it was like to wear all of Sansa’s pretty dresses was hint 1). that she was lying. Of all people, Sansa knows Arya doesn’t want to be a “proper lady”, never has. Arya could have a pretty dress made for her like she had her fine light armor made, if she really wanted. But Sansa still went snooping for some stupid scroll instead of coming to her directly. She doesn’t trust her sister enough to respect her by a direct confrontation. And she really buys that Arya would kill her like LF implied!

That last bit irritates the fuck out of Arya – she’d rather have lost the game this time – but again, Arya doesn’t realize Sansa’s brain shut off and she’s mentally back a few seasons. So she tells Sansa “You lost the game” by handing her the dagger instead of stabbing her. She waits for Sansa to take it, and gives her a moment to hold it. She’s giving her the only final clue she can: A non-verbal one. We came here looking for our enemy. I’m not your enemy. Here’s how you find the real enemy – you brought him into Winterfell, and he brought this with him. And remember how you can get proof.“ Of course the plot could have just stopped and started with that reunion, but it would be far worse of a dodge than at least trying to let the audience wonder how things will go down.

And she leaves Sansa with the (all male) faces, as if to say "Here, if you still don’t trust me, here’s some real blackmail material (my precious faces). Freely given. I know you’re smarter than this. I only told you about what I found (the letter) and told no one else, as you must know. I trust you to keep my secret. And it’s one I really will die for telling if you blab.”

- ChicTucker

At the end it was all a lie. The dagger was turned around, the blade pointed at Arya’s stomach. The pause with Sansa holding it there. This is Arya confiding it was all a lie: Arya would never kill her just like Sansa would never kill Arya. But Arya was also sending two messages: 1). LF is our true enemy and this is his weapon. 2). I told you my secrets, leaving you to hold my dagger, and all my precious faces that includes fucking Walder Frey. I am trusting you not to condemn me and giving you all the evidence to do so. I’m trusting you not to use it. At this point in E07, all the Starks will begin to work together.

This leads to Sansa putting Arya on “trial” after Bran exposes LF’s past lies and plots. Sansa gives Arya back her dagger and she kills LF.
Daenerys ignored Jon Snow's advice, and it could mean a popular fan theory is about to come true
The "Mother of Dragons," Daenerys Targaryen, might be your favorite character, but she may not be a force of good on the HBO series.
By Megan Willet & Kim Renfro, INSIDER

Here is a really well written article about both Daenerys good and bad qualities.  The authors of the article make a lot of great points about Daenerys as well as Jon.

Warning: Spoilers ahead for “Game of Thrones.”

Daenerys Targaryen is, in many ways, one of the most appealing characters in HBO’s “Game of Thrones.” She’s powerful and determined, and she inspires people to follow her again and again.

Now she’s close to forming an alliance with Jon Snow, the other main hero of our tale. Together, they’ll be a dragon-riding, direwolf-wielding duo who will slaughter the White Walkers and save Westeros. They could both perhaps be “The Prince That Was Promised,” Azor Ahai reborn.

But would a writer like George R.R. Martin really let his series end so simply?

Some fans don’t think so and point to a few troubling characteristics of Daenerys both on the show and in the books that could lead to her eventual turn toward a darker path.

Let’s explore just why some people think Daenerys could become a villain.

Daenerys is a vengeance-seeker.

Throughout the series, Daenerys is convinced of her own moral compass. If she ever witnesses something she views as wrong — such as rape or slavery — she immediately attempts to put a stop to it and punish the wrongdoer.

This a noble trait, but seeing the world in black and white and believing she is the sole bringer of justice is one of Daenerys’ downfalls.

We saw this early in the series when she saved a healer and maegi named Mirri Maz Duur, one of the Lhazareen women raped by the Dothraki, who had conquered their village. To Daenerys, saving Duur was an honorable thing to do, and she enlisted Duur to help heal Khal Drogo after he was injured.

Instead, Duur made Drogo’s condition worse and killed Daenerys’ son, Rhaego, when he was still in the womb using blood magic.

Daenerys doesn’t understand why the woman turned on her when Daenerys had saved her. But Duur viewed it quite differently:

“Saved me? Three of those riders had already raped me before you saved me, girl. I saw my god’s house burn, there where I had healed men and women beyond counting. In the streets I saw piles of heads: the head of the baker who makes my bread, the head a young boy that I had cured of fever just three moons past. So tell me again: Exactly what it was that you saved?”

Duur herself was seeking vengeance for the death of her people. In retaliation, Daenerys murdered Duur in Khal Drogo’s funeral pyre and emerged with her three dragons.

Was the scene epic? Of course. But this wouldn’t be the last time Daenerys murdered or harmed people who disagreed with her perception of what is right and wrong.

Another moment of Daenerys’ vengeance gone awry is when the Great Masters crucify 163 slave children as mile markers on her way to Meereen as a way to intimidate her. When she sacks the city, Daenerys crucifies 163 Great Masters as a punishment.

In “A Storm of Swords,” however, Daenerys begins to regret her actions, despite her initial sense of righteousness:

“She had them nailed to wooden posts around the plaza, each man pointing at the next. The anger was fierce and hot inside her when she gave the command; it made her feel like an avenging dragon. But later, when she passed the men dying on the posts, when she heard their moans and smelled their bowels and blood …

"It was just. It was. I did it for the children.”

Daenerys, though she suppresses the thought, realizes some of the masters may not have been guilty of the death of these children. She tries to convince herself that she was right to take their lives.

And in season six, episode five, show watchers saw Daenerys murder the powerful khals in their straw hut. These weren’t nice men — they spent a significant chunk of time insulting Daenerys and talking about how they intended to rape and kill her — but watching her burn them alive was still an unnerving moment for some viewers, especially because it looked like she took pleasure in watching them die.

Daenerys’ rationalizations for all these events should give her fans pause. Murdering evil people may seem like the right thing to do, but what would happen if Daenerys’ moral compass were ever skewed?

It wouldn’t be the first time she burned people who disagreed with her, after all.

Dragons as nuclear weapons.

In “A Dance With Dragons,” Daenerys compares her dragons to monsters:

“Mother of dragons, Daenerys thought. Mother of monsters. What have I unleashed upon the world? A queen I am, but my throne is made of burned bones, and it rests on quicksand. Without dragons, how could she hope to hold Meereen, much less win back Westeros? I am the blood of the dragon, she thought. If they are monsters, so am I.”

This wild and changeable nature of dragons is directly tied to Daenerys. When she equates herself to a dragon, she means it: She can be just as destructive and changeable as her dragon children.

What’s more, Martin has talked about ties between the dragons and nuclear weapons. Both are powerful to have but can easily lead to utter destruction.

“Dragons are the nuclear deterrent, and only Dany has them, which in some ways makes her the most powerful person in the world,” Martin told Vulture in a 2014 interview. “But is that sufficient? These are the kind of issues I’m trying to explore. The United States right now has the ability to destroy the world with our nuclear arsenal, but that doesn’t mean we can achieve specific geopolitical goals. Power is more subtle than that. You can have the power to destroy, but it doesn’t give you the power to reform, or improve, or build.”

We saw the full force of this when Daenerys attacked the Lannister army with Drogon. Director Matt Shakman chose to show the battle from Jaime and Bronn’s perspective to bring the horrors of dragonfire into sharp relief.

“I wanted to tell the story of what it was like … when war changes forever and a truly horrific weapon like napalm or an atom bomb is suddenly unleashed and what that does to the men on the ground,” Shakman told Insider.

Daenerys is sitting with her finger on a red button that could take out all of Westeros. She may not want to destroy the kingdom, especially before she ever has the chance to rule there. But by virtue of wanting to conquer Westeros, she could be bringing more death and destruction into a country still ravaged by war.

There’s a chance Daenerys could be viewed as a villain instead of the returning hero of House Targaryen.

Daenerys and the Mad King.

While Daenerys has remained fairly sane so far, the Targaryen dynasty has a history of mental illness, mainly because of intermarriage. Daenerys’ father, King Aerys II, was called the Mad King because he became paranoid and started killing people and hiding wildfire around King’s Landing.

Daenerys starts to worry about this possible “taint” in her blood, as do many other characters throughout the series. But it’s not so much that Daenerys could go crazy — though that’s certainly a possibility — as that she could follow in her father’s footsteps by punishing those who disagree with her or whom she views as her enemies.

Tyrion warned her against this tactic at the end of season six, and the two reached a compromise where Daenerys instead burned just one of the slaver’s ships and had Grey Worm execute two of the three slave masters.

Once she arrived in Westeros, Tyrion once again counseled Daenerys against immediately using the dragons to burn King’s Landing or other cities, telling her she didn’t want to be the “queen of the ashes.”

But their alternate plans failed because of Tyrion’s miscalculations of what Jaime and Cersei would do, and Daenerys got tired of sitting around and doing nothing. She rode Drogon into battle against the Lannister army and laid waste to their soldiers and loot. She didn’t choose a select few leaders to punish — she went for everything in sight.

Granted, it was better than her flying to the Red Keep and attacking civilians, but it was still hard to 100% root for her in this moment.

Daenerys also had a tense conversation with Varys earlier in the seventh season. She made him promise to be straightforward with her about her potential failings as a leader, but she then vowed to burn him alive if he ever betrayed her.

If Daenerys goes too far in the “fire and blood” direction, she could end up repeating her father’s mistakes — something that would end up costing her the throne, just like it ended up costing King Aerys both his kingdom and his life.

Jon Snow is the true hero.

A penchant for vengeance, a crazy father, and dragons do not together make Daenerys a villain. But let’s compare Daenerys with another heroic character in the “Song of Ice and Fire” series: Jon Snow.

In the books and show, Jon is similar to Ned Stark. He’s honorable, justice-minded, and takes no pleasure in killing. When he’s forced to take a life, Jon makes sure he’s the one to swing the sword, and he views it as a burden, not a pleasure.

For example, when he punished the brothers of the Night’s Watch who stabbed him in season six, Jon took no joy in it. He listened to every man’s last words before cutting the rope and watching them die. He did not look pleased by their deaths — unlike Daenerys, who smiled right before she watched the khals burn.

Jon also never asks for the responsibility heaped on his shoulders time and time again. Jon is forced to become the lord commander after Samwell Tarly submitted his name. He doesn’t want to be the one to take care of the Wildlings, but he feels morally obligated to help them and therefore becomes their savior. He doesn’t want to be the one to punish his brothers, even though they betrayed and murdered him, and yet he knows the responsibility falls to him.

And now, he’s king in the north after rallying the Northern houses around him. But he didn’t even want to do that — not until Sansa Stark convinced him it was the right thing to do.

Jon follows the traditional “reluctant hero” journey in many ways. He questions himself, he sometimes falls, and he picks himself back up.

It’s not unlike what Dumbledore tells Harry in the “Harry Potter” film series: “It is a curious thing, Harry, but perhaps those who are best suited to power are those who have never sought it. Those who, like you, have leadership thrust upon them, and take up the mantle because they must, and find to their own surprise that they wear it well.”

Jon never asks to be a leader; he’s just the best man for the job. It’s something Daenerys — with her Targaryen dynasty and ambitions — would never understand. When Jon and Daenerys meet for the first time, Daenerys tells him that all people enjoy what they’re good at.

“I don’t,” Jon said.

He was likely referring to leading and killing, the two things he’s been forced into since leaving Winterfell as a young man. Jon never sought out a royal title, but he’s good at owning it. That factor might make him the one person best suited for the job.

What does this mean for the series?

There’s also substantial evidence throughout the series that Daenerys will be a good ruler. She’s intelligent, she tries to listen to her advisers, and she genuinely wants the people she rules to be happy. People like Missandei and Grey Worm follow Daenerys because they believe in her ability to change lives for the better.

And even with her possible flaws, Daenerys would ultimately be a much better ruler than Cersei or Joffrey Lannister, or even King Robert.

Still, there could be a complicated friction as Daenerys tries to claim the Iron Throne. Instead of being the hero she assumes she will be, Daenerys is likely to face opposition and bring destruction and death to the kingdom.

On the other hand, she possesses weapons that, while volatile, could be the key to defeating the White Walkers (at least on the show). We know that Valyrian steel and dragonglass — two things believed to be made with dragon fire — can kill the White Walkers, so it stands to reason that actua fire from actual dragons would do the trick, too.

So while she may not be greeted in Westeros as a hero, she and her dragons could fast become their only hope. Plus, a Jon and Daenerys romance might be brewing — even though their shared bloodline grosses some fans out. Perhaps his “ice” will temper her “fire,” if you catch our drift.

In the end, only Martin knows what will happen, but Daenerys fans should buckle up. It could be a bumpy ride on her way to the Iron Throne.

for everyone who ships jon and daenerys…. i would like to offer you some alternatives:
-daenerys and arya (danarya), a true glo up, the mother of dragons and the wolf queen as her queensguard, literal definition of a power couple. could take over the world together. also: nymeria chilling w the dragons, a concept
-daenerys and sansa (daensa) actual fire and ice bc of the hair. beautiful and could also kill you with one look. political queens.

Dreams Shatter Like Ice

Synopsis: The Battle for the Dawn is happening outside Winterfell. Jon and Daenerys are both fighting for the living, but the battle doesn’t go exactly as they would have hoped.


Jon was fighting hard against the army of the dead, slashing wights and White Walkers alike. When he was in battle, it was as if Jon was an entirely different person, bloodthirsty and unstoppable. But that did not stop him from watching as the dragons battled each other in the sky above him; Daenerys on Drogon and the Night King on Viserion. It was a dance between orange and blue flame. A battle of good against evil.

Jon could not stay focused on the wights attacking him while he knew that Daenerys was fighting her way through the battle as well. For days now, he had been consumed with a feeling of dread, and not just the usual dread of the Night King and his army. No, this was different and tied to the woman who had claimed his heart. 

He had begged Daenerys to stay at Winterfell along with Sansa, but he knew there was no point. The Dragon Queen would fight off the monsters to protect those who couldn’t protect themselves and those she loved alike. She would sacrifice her life so that others could have a better one. He couldn’t really argue with her, no matter how much he wanted to, because how many times had he done the exact same thing?

Besides that, Daenerys did not really believe that anyone could hurt her as long as she was atop Drogon, although she was the only one who believed that. Jon, Tyrion, Jorah, Missandei, and everyone else who loved her feared for her safety in these battles. What could anyone do to them? she asked. This was before Viserion had died, but Jon knew the queen still believed herself beyond death’s grasp.

In this moment, he wished she were right.

Jon watched as Drogon suffered a blow from the Night King. It was a spear in the shoulder; the same kind of spear that killed his brother who was enslaved to the Night King now. Jon saw the beast fall from the sky and Daenerys holding on as best she could. He saw Drogon hit the ground and skid through the snow, and he saw his queen thrown from her mount. Without thinking, Jon ran towards her.

- - - - -


Daenerys could barely breathe as she rolled onto her back, a hand protectively going to her stomach. She lifted her head to look behind her, and even with blurred vision, she could see Drogon splayed out in the snow, hear his pained screams.

She turned back around and tried to stand, but failed. Daenerys could see a figure stalking towards her. She blinked, and blinked again, trying to get her vision to focus. When the figure became clear, her heart skipped a beat.

The Night King.

With one hand still on her stomach, she grabbed the dragonglass dagger hidden in her furs. The Night King had a sword unsheathed in his hand. It was not made of ice as the other White Walkers’ weapons were; he must have picked this one up off of the battlefield.

Suddenly Daenerys wished she was a true warrior, like Brienne of Tarth or Arya Stark or even little Lyanna Mormont. They would be able to fight, maybe even kill the Night King. Jon and Arya tried to teach her some self-defense, but in the end, it would be no use. All she could do is try to run somewhere safe, but where was that? There was no such thing as safety anymore.

The Night King simply stood in front of her, almost taunting her. His icy blue eyes bore into hers. In them she could see the death and destruction he promised to unleash upon Westeros. His stare sent a shiver down her spine. He frightened her, yes, but more than that, she wanted to live. She wanted to live to sit on the Iron Throne. For Jon. For their baby. For the future they could all have. 

With all the courage she could muster, Daenerys took a shaky breath and stood.

- - - - -


Jon saw Daenerys stand, dagger in hand, facing the Night King, and stopped dead in his tracks. She looked so small with the Night King looming over her. This was what his nightmares were filled with. He snapped out of his trance when he saw the hand Daenerys placed on her stomach. Jon began running faster than he ever thought he could. He ran towards the woman who loved his heart of ice and fire and the child neither of them allowed themselves to hope for.

- - - - -


Every step the Night King took forward, Daenerys took back. She looked back at Drogon, who was seriously injured and hadn’t moved since he fell from the sky. I’m all alone, she thought. Adrenaline, or maybe dragon fire, began pumping through her veins as the Night King lifted his sword and its tip touched her stomach. It was just as her brother Viserys had done, and Drogo had killed him for it.

But there was no one to protect her now. No one to kill the Night King for her. Only her. The dragonglass dagger was heavy in her hand. Realistically, there was nothing she could do. Daenerys wasn’t a fighter; one thrust from the Night King and her life—and more importantly, her child’s life—was over.

The Night King pushed a step forward and Daenerys took a step back. He kept his sword on her stomach, promising death to her child, and pushed them towards Drogon’s fallen body. After a few moments of this, the Night King finally lifted his sword and swung. Daenerys spun and narrowly dodged his blow. She used this momentum to turn and run towards her injured dragon. The Night King continued to stalk her in a painfully slow, predatory walk.

It was difficult for her to run, pregnant and in the snow. Everything about this situation had damned her. She should have listened to Jon; she should have stayed in Winterfell. Not for herself, but for their unborn child. For him. Gods she was stubborn, and it was about to get her killed.

She couldn’t entirely regret it though. Together, Daenerys and Drogon had saved many of the living from certain death, including Ser Jorah and even the Kingslayer. 

Daenerys looked behind her and saw that the Night King had raised his sword again. This time when he slashed, he struck flesh. She fell into the snow, blood staining her left shoulder blade.

She laid on her side, left forearm covering her face. She felt icy fingers grasp her wrist and pull her up. In that same moment, Daenerys thrust her dragonglass dagger into the Night King’s heart. 

He looked as stunned as Daenerys felt. He looked down at his chest and let go of the queen’s wrist. She fell back into the snow, waiting for the Night King to crumple into pieces of ice as the other White Walkers had… but he didn’t. He simply took the dagger out of his heart and dropped it on the ground.

- - - - -


Jon’s heart nearly stopped for the second time in his life when he saw the Night King take the dagger out of his chest. Before he could move, before he could scream her name, before he could even think, the Night King picked Daenerys up by the collar of her furs.

She struggled under his grip, fighting to get free. She had one hand on the Night King’s and the other trying to protect the baby. Their baby. Even from this great distance, Jon knew she was crying.

Her fear combined with his awakened something primal in him. This was a ferocity he had never known before. All he knew is that he had to protect his wife and the child they created in love.

Everything happened in slow motion, but also all in an instant. Jon took all of one step before the Night King plunged his sword into Daenerys’s heart.

- - - - -



Unbelievable pain.

That’s all Daenerys could think about as she fell to the ground.

She felt the freezing cold snow against her back. It was almost a comfort in contrast to the burning in her chest.

With all the strength that she could muster, she placed her left hand on her heart; it came away slick with blood.

She placed her right hand on top of her stomach, an apology to her baby.

She couldn’t take full breaths. 

As the tears left her eyes and her lungs stopped working, she thought of her brother. Of Drogo. Of Tyrion and Missandei and Grey Worm. Of Jon. Of her dragons. Of the two children that would never be. Of everything she had given up and lost and everything she would never have. 

She shed one last tear as she closed her eyes, her chest stopped moving, and the fire of Daenerys Targaryen, Mother of Dragons, burnt out.

- - - - -


Jon ran faster than his direwolf as the Night King drew his sword out of Daenerys’s heart. He tossed the blade to the side and walked away from the fallen queen, towards Drogon.

Moments later, he threw himself on his knees beside her, tears already stinging his eyes.

Blood. So much blood, especially for someone her size. Her white furs had turned bright red. Targaryens had always promised Fire and Blood, but it wasn’t supposed to be her blood. Never her.

Daenerys still had her hand over her stomach, as if she could protect the baby from the death that awaited her. Jon placed his hand over hers and screamed. Screamed all his rage and sorrow and despair. He placed his head down, tears streaming down his face and soaking their joined hands.

Jon felt a hand on his shoulder. He whipped his head around to find the Red Priestess Melisandre standing behind him. She looked at him and then down at the fallen queen, pale as the snow beneath her.

At first, he was confused. Why is she here? he thought to himself. It took a moment before the thought dawned on him. “Bring them back,” Jon pleaded. He knew Melisandre could do it, she had brought him back from the dead after all.

She shook her head. “Only death can pay for life,” Melisandre said. “Only one can live. You must choose.”

“Please,” Jon begged. “I’ll give my life for them.” 

Melisandre shook her head again. “That is not what the Lord wants. He—”

“I don’t care what He wants! Please, bring them back to me,” Jon’s voice cracked as he pleaded with the priestess. Before she could respond, he heard Drogon’s pained screech.

Jon turned to see the Night King place a hand on the beast.

He could feel the blood of the dragon boiling within him, an anger that he hadn’t felt since he saw Viserion fall from the sky. He picked up the sword, stained with the blood of the woman he loved, and stood.

His anger was like a physical thing. It must have been as it set the sword ablaze with fire as he’d seen Berric Dondarrion do a dozen times. Only this fire was brighter, hotter, purer. He looked down at the sword and Daenerys’s lifeless body. He looked at Melisandre, his plea in his eyes, then up at the Night King with fury.

“Lightbringer,” Melisandre said with awe. “The Prince who was Promised.”

Jon ignored her. Without thinking, he began walking towards the evil creature who had taken everything from him.

- - - - -


His rage could not be contained. Jon marched towards the Night King, who stood by Daenerys’s mount watching him. This was the duel that they were both waiting for ever since they first laid eyes on each other at Hardhome.

The Night King unsheathed his ice sword and Jon raised his flaming one.

They clashed.

Fire against ice. Light against darkness. Life against death.

Jon and the Night King were matched blow for blow. They were equal in skill, but unlike the Night King, Jon had something to fight for. 

He fought for those who had been taken away from him. He fought with the pain of having Daenerys, their child, and their future ripped from him. He fought for those who were still living and the hope that they could live to see a better world. He fought for Arya and Bran and Sansa and Sam and Davos and Tormund and Tyrion and everyone else. He fought for life.

He let out a battle cry and knocked the Night King’s sword from his grip. Jon’s furious stare met blue eyes. There was a ghost of a smirk on the creature’s face, all his icy features would allow. He could see the challenge, the game he would try to play. But Jon wouldn’t fall for it. For Daenerys, for their child, for all those still living, he drove the flaming sword into the Night King’s heart.

For a moment, Jon thought that this wouldn’t kill him either. But the Night King’s blue eyes faded and he exploded in a flurry of ice and flame.

Jon was knocked backwards, the wind taken from his lungs. He struggled to catch his breath as he rolled over. He saw Drogon barely lift his head towards where Daenerys’s body was and scream. Jon turned to find a fire burning where the queen had been.

- - - - -


He ran towards the blaze, unable to comprehend how or why. Others began to gather around the fire since the army of the dead fell along with the Night King. Although Jon’s focus was on the fire, he could see that some of the people he cared for had made it out alive, like Arya, Davos, and Tormund.

Jon fell to his hands and knees before the flames. What had Melisandre done? He had asked her to give Daenerys and the baby their lives back, not cement their deaths.

He kept his head down, not wanting to see his queen’s ruined body. He shook with rage and sadness. Life had won the Great War, but what was the point of his life now without Daenerys? 

Jon didn’t hear her approach, but Arya appeared next to him. He only knew she was there from the small gasp that escaped her lips. She knelt by his side and placed a hand on his back.

“Jon, look,” she said.

Jon first looked at Arya. He could see shock and awe on her face. Confused, he finally looked towards the flames.

Standing in the center of the fire was a silhouette of a woman. He knew that body, had spent precious time memorizing every line and curve. It must be a trick of the flames, Jon thought. He didn’t dare let himself believe that it could be her.

But there she was, standing amidst the flame with her arms across her torso. Jon tried to stand and reach for her. He tried to say her name but all he could manage was to stretch his arm towards her.

When Daenerys stepped through the flames, he realized that she didn’t just have her hands around her torso; she had a child in her arms. Their child. She smiled at Jon, and he finally felt like he could breathe again.

- - - - -  


She wasn’t entirely sure what had happened. One moment, she was lying in the snow. The next, she was in complete and utter darkness. There was nothing for a long time. Nothing, until the flames began to beckon to her. Daenerys followed the flames, and the next thing she knew, she was standing amongst them with her child in her arms.

It should have been impossible, but Jon had told her of how Melisandre brought him back from the dead. Perhaps she had done the same for Daenerys, except this time, the cost was her own life; when she emerged from the darkness, she saw the Red Priestess’s crumpled body engulfed in the fire.

When Daenerys stepped out of the burning flames, she smiled down at Jon. He took a shuddering breath filled with relief. She took another step forward and Jon stood, quickly removing his furs and placing them around her shoulders. He kissed her fiercely, and she could feel tears forming in her eyes.

When they broke apart, Jon had his hands on either side of her face, teary his eyes searching hers. She could see him questioning what he saw before him.

“I’m alright,” Daenerys assured him, “we’re alright.” With that, she looked down at the baby in her arms. Jon looked at their child and let out a choked laugh. Or maybe a sob, she wasn’t entirely sure. But she was entirely sure that these two people were all she needed to be happy for the rest of the second chance at life she had been granted.

This is my first attempt at a Jonerys fic, so I hope you enjoyed :) Like and reblog if you did!

Dark Headcanon:

There are a lot of fics where after finding out what Wanda did to Tony Bucky wants to kill her but he doesn’t since he knows Tony wouldn’t be okay with it. What if he improvised and found a way to damage her so she couldn’t use her powers ever again instead? Like before Wanda started intentionally using her powers to freak Tony out she tells him, “I’ll show you what true fear is.” But then Bucky permanently damages her so she can’t do anything anymore and when they’re alone Bucky tells her, “I can’t kill you, but I can show you what true fear is.”  

potential spoilers ahead

so in this pic we see of s7 arya from the EW photoshoot in her full costume she holds a dagger.

now this is interesting because we have seen this dagger before.

see the pointed tip and the jewel? very distinctive features. and this dagger has a history. this is a valyrian steel dagger with a dragonbone hilt and won by robert baratheon from petyr baelish in a tournament before joffery baratheon takes it and gives it to a catspaw for an assisination attempt on bran stark after he’s been paralysed. you’ll remember summer, bran’s direwolf, saved both bran and catelyn. after that catelyn took it to kings landing and gave it to ned stark to continue his investigation only to be taken back by petyr baelish while betraying him very dramatically 

this dagger was last seen still in possession of littlefinger in s4. he really wouldn’t give up a valyrian steel dagger and we can presume by the start of s7 he still has it.  SO WHY DOES ARYA HAVE IT NOW??? and  h o w. what can we assume from this knowledge. 

  1. arya at least meets littlefinger. (we know she’s heading north)
  2. arya most likely reaches winterfell where littlefinger is and wants to stay and try and influence events there.
  3. so littleinfger is with sansa all of s7. i don’t see him going elsewhere.
  5. arya could have been involved in the imminent death of littlefinger to have gotten the dagger.
  6. in terms of storytelling sansa is most likely to kill littlefinger so perhaps it’s a tag team effort of the stark sisters. or sansa gives the dagger to arya later like her version of needle. 
  7. all my dreams come true and happiness is achieved
Dinner time

Originally posted by corneillee

Pairing: Clint Barton x reader

Request: Could you do an imagine where the reader is Tony’s twin sister and her and Clint are secretly dating and Tony finds out but he’s kinda okay with it. Please and thank you💖

Author’s note: This is so short, but I kinda like it in this way :) 


You and Clint were dating for two months and you still didn’t tell it anyone. Well, you were sure, Nat already knows it, because she is.. Nat and closest friend of both of you. But the rest of team and your brother Tony don’t have a clue. And it was kinda comfortable.

Today, whole team had collective dinner in Stark tower. Everything was fine, food was delicious and you really enjoyed it.

“Clint, can you please hand me that glass??” you asked.

“Sure, love!” Clint responded with a smile.

‘Oh no’ you thought.

You turned back and found your friends staring at you in disbelieve.

“So, you two are actually a thing, huh?” Tony said in neutral tone.
You blushed and nodded slowly.

“Oh, I knew it!” Wanda squeaked excitedly. Natasha gave you thumbs up and Steve smiled widely.

“Are you gonna kill me?” Clint asked your brother carefully.

“Actually,not. You know, you are huge dork, but you are good guy after all. Besides that, Y/N would break your neck if you hurt her.” Tony said with a smirk.

“Wow, when did you become so commonsensible, big bro?” You grinned.
He just rolled his eyes and turned to your boyfriend again.

“I have one advice for you. Don’t you dare steal her ice cream. I did it once, she almost killed me.”

“That’s not true! Well.. maybe, but you must understand. It was my last Cookie dough!” you defended yourself.

“Yep, there it is. Good luck with this girl, man!”

Hope you like it!! Please, leave me some feedback. Love you <3

Tags: @weirdnewbie (I can’t believe I forget it.)

anonymous asked:

I want some angst shit about White being awfully typical "bad guy", who killed Green. And, after that, Green's moms are going to wreck White. Like, REALLY wreck. Yellow will be a true fury.

I’m questing why I wrote this and why it’s so fucking short. -Mod Caz

A golden hand clenched around the emerald green shards, sharp edges cutting through the fabric of her glove and into her flesh as the diamond clawed at the splintered remains of her daughter with her other hand.

‘Get up Yellow.’ White Diamond sneered, kicking at the queen with a shard dusted boot, sending Yellow flying into a stark, white wall.

‘How could you…’ Yellow tilted her head, wrapping the green shards in a bubble before glaring at White with a fire that roared for vengeance. 'She was my daughter!’

White let out an apathetic laugh, silver eyes sliding down and across to the diamond lying before the rubble from the impact. 'Oh Yellow, I thought you knew I hated that little child of yours, made through that pitiful organic mating ritual you and Blue shamelessly performed. She was no diamond. A mere disappointment to the authority.’

'You fucking bitch.’

'Why thank you. I’m sure Blue will be delighted receiving a pretty bubble with the shards of you and your hideous daughter after I’m done with you.’ White smirked, stalking towards the queen with menacing and deliberate steps.

With that Yellow rose up, bolts of lighting circling her body, golden eyes burning with rage. Lifting a gloved hand the pulsing energy shot forwards, colliding with White’s body.

The attack barely fazed her, passing through the light projection without doing any damage.

Though a skilled fighter Yellow stood no chance against White, the matriarch knocked out Yellow with ease. Reaching into the iridescent gem on her forehead White pulled out an axe, raising it above her head White stood with the power of a leader of Homeworld.

'Tell Green I said hi.’


'Oh Blue~’

'Yes Yel-White, yes?’

'I have… A gift…’

manbunjon  asked:

game of thrones!

Eeeee of course XD 

1. Sansa Stark
— the queen of my heart; the only queen I’ll acknowledge. my light, my life, my one and only love.

2. Arya Stark
— my warrior princess. she’s mulan and i’m mushu, and i’m just so proud of my baby going out there killing everyone. 

3. Jon Snow
— my broody angry kitten. he tries so hard and does so much. he honestly just deserves a holiday (preferably with my queen). 

4. Brienne of Tarth
— my knight in shining armour. i would kill for her. or let her kill for me. i don’t know. she’s so strong yet so vulnerable. massive hearts.

5. Cersei Lannister
— the most snarky, evil badass bitch. there’s never a dull moment when she’s on screen. she is wonderful.

6. Robb Stark
— he deserved better. all he wanted was love and happiness and safety. the king of my heart.

7. Jaime Lannister
— he’s my problematic fav aka he really needs to break out and let his real true colours show. we all know you’re a good guy, jaime. act like one. 

8. Daenerys Targaryen
— my fiery bratty princess. honey, you’re a villain and you know it. embrace the fire and blood of your house. let it rain, girl. let it rain!

9. Olenna Tyrell
— the dowager queen of badassery and sass. *sends out fireworks for our grandmother forever*

10. Tormund Giantsbane
— my big ginger giant. you make me laugh in the most depressing show. what a man! 

To be fair, these are all subject to change in terms of order except for the Top 4 (my children), and honourable mentions include Tywin, Ygritte, Sam and the rest of the Starklings, but these 10 characters are so interesting. I love them all! ^_^ 

+ send me a show and i will list my top 10 + 

Jon x sansa and magical creatures

A dream? Truly? Did Prince Joffrey just go up to it and touch it with his bare hand and do it no harm?”

“No,” Sansa said. “He shot it with a golden arrow and brought it back for me.” In the songs, the knights never killed magical beasts, they just went up to them and touched them and did them no harm, but she knew Joffrey liked hunting, especially the killing part.- Sansa III AGOT 

Leathers, talk to him, calm him. The Old Tongue, he understands the Old Tongue. Keep back, the rest of you. Put away your steel, we’re scaring him.” Couldn’t they see the giant had been cut? - Jon XIII ADWD

The woman grabbed the captive by the hair, hooked the sickle round his throat, and slashed. And through the mist of centuries the broken boy could only watch as the man’s feet drummed against the earth … but as his life flowed out of him in a red tide, Brandon Stark could taste the blood.

excuse me but there is a precedent for women in the north swinging the sword themselves. this was very likely a stark woman too since bran saw her through the heart tree at winterfell. 

bottom line: true northern she wolves aren’t afraid to get their hands dirty 

To Natalie @PETYRBAELISH. About ‘Bloodguilt’.

Sorry for private post in public. But I need to share this, this is important for me. 

I posted it also on

Ok, this is going to be a long post.

This story took me about 14 hours to read it. Non-stop. Without eating and almost not drinking. That’s how it captivated me. Me, who hates AU and never reads it! As it was reaching it’s end I needed a few glasses of wine though. I finished it a couple of hours ago but needed some time to collect myself before leaving any feedback here.

So first of all. I know most people here look for stories about love. That is how I ended up here, looking for some happy romantic moments between the 2 of my fav GoT characters and I needed this badly after season 7 finale. But this story goes much beyond love. It’s about survival, about hurt and pain and struggle. And I loved all of it. The happy moments, the sad ones, the scary ones and the sexy ones. You pictured it all perfectly.

Second thing. You manged to get so fully into the mind of the 3 main characters, that I highly doubt if the DDs of even GRRM himself would dare to look such deeply. Your understanding of Petyr’s and Sansa’s characters is so thorough, on such an emotional level, but also so smart, so brilliant. You managed to show us THE Petyr Baelish that we all love: strong on the outside but emotionally weak, smart but reckless at times, sexy and cocky and attractive beyond comprehension although we all know it’s only his facade, his mask he wears for the world. We understand fully why Sansa had fallen under his spell because we all did, for the same reason. Petyr is just a tragic figure, a lost boy who was too intelligent and too tough in his weakness to let the world destroy him. He fought, and he was winning. Sansa would always be his weakness, she was in the show, she is in GRRMs novels and she is here. But at least here, it all ends well for them both. .

I am a big fan of Sansa. Even after this horrible season 7 ending, I still love her. I believe she loved Petyr in her own way. I choose to believe this was a hard decision for her to end it. But I do not approve it and I will never forgive DDs for what she did. I could go on and on and on about how this all doesn’t make sense but that’s not the point here. Your Sansa, in this story, is the true Sansa Stark. The one I love and admire. She is also the closest portrayal of the book Sansa. So if GRRM is still writing the books, I hope that maybe somehow he comes here and reads ‘Bloodguilt’ and ends her and Petyr’s plotline in a way that will actually make sense in the end.

And on the side note, you made me actually like Arya! I hate the show Arya and how they turned her into a killing machine. Here she is much like in the early seasons of the show, and I truly enjoyed her character.

Eventually, what this story is about FOR ME. It is a love story. It has everything that a romance novel should have. The tension, the tears, the steamy moments, the conflicted souls and difficult decisions. But it’s also a story about survival. About rising up from the ashes again. Here, both Sansa and Petyr did. She recovered from the abuse she experienced which caused her fear and humiliation, and he recovered from the abuse which made him cold, reluctant to affection and unable to feel. You made them both heal each other’s souls.

Thank you for this. This is exactly who they are, how they should be portrayed in the books and in the show. Because that is who Petyr and Sansa truly are. They are so different, yet they complement each other. One is never whole without the other.
I choose to believe it.
And you pictured it perfectly here, in this wonderful story. Which made me laugh and cry, which intrigued me and made me forget to eat or drink or sleep. Which made me want to write again, after 5 years of writer’s block. My muses are coming back to me though. Thanks to Aidan’s and Sophie’s brilliant acting, thanks to all the wonderful people in this still small PXS community, who are so supportive and loving. And thanks to great writers like yourself, who keep these 2 awsome characters alive, even though the show did not.

THE END. I shared, now I’m feeling better. 

Woooow (Spoilerish.)

And apparently Arya descends even further into the depths of being a down right bitch. I just have to lol at the people who accused Sansa of “Abusing” Arya as kids. 

She might have thrown out a “I wish you were dead.” like a Salty fucking teen, but she never said “I’ll kill you, steal your face and pretend to be you.” 

Don’t get me wrong, I like Arya, I just don’t like THIS ARYA. This is not the Arya from the books. This is some weird creature. I think the theory that the Waif actually killed her might be true. 

All this being said, They’re going to realize Petyr is playing them and team up and be Starkly Staunch Allies afterwards. Its just a matter of time. But in the meantime, its pretty disgusting. 

I really hate D&D’s writing. Its so god awful at times. 

Part One: Echoes

A Jon/Sansa ficlet in the aftermath of the Battle of the Bastards. A truth is revealed.



Her home is filled with ghosts.

At night, Sansa stares for hours into the darkness of her room as demons stalk the edges of her sleep-deprived mind before she eventually rises in search of the only person who can understand. She wanders the darkened, frozen halls alone, her feet bare despite the chill, and listens to the echoes of her childhood.

He’s rarely in the same place twice, but they always manage to find each other, drawn together like two halves of the same coin.

Tonight she finds him atop the tower, staring north and painted silver by moonlight. Jon glances at her as she comes to his side and immediately takes off his cloak –the one she’d made for him—and drapes it about her. Sometimes his goodness infuriates her. Makes her wish to hurt him, to tarnish him in some way. It seems so unfair that he should remain so good after everything he’s seen, everything he’s been through when a darkness grows in her heart. The scent of him —leather, horse, polishing oil, and something deeper, something forbidden—warms her, however, and the darkness recedes. Just a little.

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Starks, vengeance, and Needle

This is partly a response to this post on asoiafuniversity, but it ended up being 80% tangent and not really reblog material. But the post hit on a lot of interesting topics about vengeance, violence, and Stark identity.

I disagree with the premise that this is a book-to-show adaptation problem, and especially not one of Benioff and Weiss missing the point. How does one watch that scene - Arya’s lip quivering in her young little face, the Stark theme (the actual saddest violins in the world) swelling over the lapping waves, ending with a cut to the weirwood face, the weeping eyes of the old gods looking down on her, the whole sequence sandwiched between scenes of her brother and her sister back in the North - and think that it was made without consideration of what it means for Arya to be a Stark? Admittedly I’m not generally big on authorial intent, but I find it bizarre to give more weight to one throw-off comment in an interview than to every single choice that went into the construction of such a memorable scene.

Still, to each their own. More substantively, though, I think it really undersells the complexity of both book and show to try and compartmentalize the bad (vengeance) from the good (sentiment). 

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frostyvampire  asked:

can you think of any ISTJ and INTP couples/ friendships? thank you

Jon Snow and Samwell Tarly from Game of Thrones.

No nonsense. Authoritative. Steps easily into command, but does not volunteer for it. Wrestles with his duty and his heart. That’s Jon Snow, an ISTJ just like his “dad” Ned Stark. Compassionate but firm, Jon’s heart is none of anyone else’s business. He can also put it aside to do what he must, even if that means killing someone to make a point. He’s a man of action, of firm decisions, without much ambition except to remain true to what he believes is right. Pure, healthy Fi. He does not like to take big chances, thanks to his inferior Ne. This means turning down Sam’s idea to save Gilly, because as bad as her situation is, the fall-out would be too great. So he says no.

Sam is much more of a dreamer, who enjoys talking with other people about … everything. Dreams, previous experiences, ideas about the future, friendship, and emotions. He confesses things about himself rather easily, in an attempt to connect to Jon in some way. He’s naive and idealistic, so much so that Jon has to keep him rooted in reality at times, both in how he interacts with other people (don’t show them any weakness) and with Gilly. Sam is much more easily influenced by other people’s feelings than Jon. He’s more outwardly emotional and reactive. It makes him warm and sweet, despite being somewhat detached when he talks about things. Being disliked bothers him.

The two have an interesting dynamic. Sam helps Jon be more optimistic (or at least, he tries …) and Jon helps Sam comprehend things like duty. Both are logical but in different ways; Jon wants to use facts to accomplish things, and Sam is more interested in getting to the heart of a matter. There is some friction but having similar functions helps, and both of them are better off for knowing each other.

I Know Your True Name

a trope as old as time and one of my personal favorites. the power of names has long been a staple in folklore. the idea is that “true names” are sacred and magical in a variety of ways. this theme appears in asoiaf and most often with arya stark since her identity arc is unparalleled. 

“You play at being a servant, but in your heart you are a lord’s daughter. You have taken other names, but you wore them as lightly as you might wear a gown. Under them was always Arya.” (AFFC)

arya has had more identities than anyone over the course of her journey so the power surrounding names is vital to her arc. names can serve many purposes. arya’s own isn’t the only one that plays a role in her story. she also recites the names of those she wants dead. names can be used for protection and as a source of strength but can become a vulnerability too. for arya the name “arya of house stark” is the root of her personal identity. that title is more than words. it’s arya’s family, home, and history. 

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On My Honour as a Tully, On My Honour as a Stark

Catelyn always greatly identifies with her own family and her own House’s words. She constantly refers to herself as a Tully and the words Family Duty Honour are all but engraved on her heart. She is very much Catelyn Tully, but, and this is a significant but, she is also very much Catelyn Stark.

Some people take issue with her always being referred to as Catelyn Stark, being identified by her married name, while people like Cersei are still called Lannister despite being a Baratheon by marriage. But it’s not a case of identifying Catelyn by her marriage, it’s identifying the fact that she loves her family, loves being a part of it; Catelyn is no longer just a Tully, and throughout the books, it’s something she herself realises. That even though she is not a Northerner by blood, she has Stark in her regardless. You could say carrying five Stark children (and possibly more) left it’s mark, but it’s much more than that.

While Catelyn values family, duty and honour, these three things seem to be very important to the Starks as well. They are known for being a very honourable family, Ned did his duty as she did hers, and they are extremely close, far closer than any other family in Westeros I would say, and much more affectionate. So, for one, the Tully ideals fit neatly into the Stark lifestyles. But as we’ve seen from her brother Edmure and her sister Lysa, Catelyn is the most grounded of her siblings, and the most steadfast. Lysa is prone to fits of madness, whilst Catelyn, even when her family is falling down around her, continues to fight. Edmure has such good intentions and care for his people and sometimes makes bad tactical decisions because of this whereas Catelyn, whilst she makes mistakes as well, is a better strategist, which even her Uncle Brynden remarks upon. When she says ‘a woman rule as well as a man’ Brynden replies 'Make no mistake, Lysa is not you, Catelyn’ implying he believes her capable of rule. This could all be said to make her a good match for the Starks, and was probably part of the reason why she and Ned’s marriage developed so well.

But, from things Edmure says, and from what Lysa has said to Sansa, we know that Catelyn was not always so austere. Lysa openly says she was more prone to fun, but that she adopted Ned’s attitudes and behaviour quickly. She essentially, for all intents and purposes, goes native. The Starks are honest, honourable, loving duty-fulfilling, respectable, and kind family. All things Catelyn values and shares herself. Her love for Ned, increases her love for the North, for she often thinks to herself how Ned seems to be a part of the North, and so how can she love him and not the land.

When she speaks to Cersei of thinking the place grim, she speaks in the past tense; these are no longer her thoughts of Winterfell. She sees the warmth and heart instead. While she loves Riverrun, Winterfell is home, and if not for the tragedy that followed she would have lived in Winterfell far longer than she ever lived in Riverrun. Her children also grew up there, so she has attachments because of that.

While Cersei Lannister remains Cersei Lannister because in no way shape or form does she adopt Baratheon ways (she wears Lannister colours, speaks the Lannister words and never the Baratheon ones, even her children are Lannisters) Catelyn has become intrinsic with the Starks. She wears the Stark colours, she is fully at home petting direwolves like they’re little puppies, and even the Stark words begin to fall off her tongue often once Ned is killed.

So many people see her as a wolf rather than a fish, even Tyrion thinks of her as 'this little she-wolf’. And through the war, because of being at Robb’s side, of needing to carry on, she actively becomes more Stark, she chooses to be 'You must be a Stark for true now’. It is not a sacrifice for her, she’s always been part Stark, but she makes it her predominant side when she has to be strong. They say 'you Starks are hard to kill’ and this is undoubtedly true. Everyone believes Sansa to be the only still alive, when in truth Robb and Ned are the only ones dead (and interestingly, the only ones decapitated) and even Catelyn is upholding to the saying, as despite having her throat cut, and the red priest saying that she shouldn’t have been able to waken after being three days dead, she rose, and for all intents and purposes, comes back to life.

Catelyn may be a Tully by a blood, but she is a Stark by nature. And it is this constant internal debate for her; she can’t help but feel a foreigner now wherever she goes. In the South, she feels a Northerner, in the North, a Southerner. Surrounded by Starks, she thinks of her Tully roots, but when surrounded by Tullys, she behaves more as Stark. The fact at the Red Wedding she says “on my honour as Tully, on my honour as Stark” shows how much she feels both are part of her. She doesn’t just swear upon one family’s name, but both. In her last truly living moments she names herself as Stark as well as a Tully, in some strange, bittersweet way, finally being at peace that she is both and not one or the other. 

The Siren and the Insomniac

Title: The Siren and the Insomniac

Chapter No./One Shot: Chapter 19

Original Imagine:
Imagine you’re part siren and you live in the Stark Tower. Your bedroom is next door to Loki’s, and you become annoyed with him because he stays up all hours. So after many futile arguments with the god, you use your power through the walls to put him to sleep. When the time comes for you to move out, Loki begs you to stay, claiming he can no longer sleep without you.

Author: Starrynight35

Rating: M

Notes/Warnings: None

Chapter 19

Raidne was slightly shocked that Loki would risk his current living situation in order to follow her. She knew he had been sent to the tower after his release from Asgard’s dungeon. This place had to be better than that.

“Loki, what if we were caught? Wouldn’t you get sent back to that prison?”

He shrugged, seemingly without much consideration.

“Possibly, but it wouldn’t matter much now.”

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