bastard queen

Full-power Rowan Whitethorn!!

This started as a simple sketch until the moment I realized Rowan has TONS of tattoos covering his body and lost myself in it *laughs* I was just playing around with some effects, I swear!

Rowan is Sarah J. Maas character from the Throne of Glass series 

PS: I guess a certain fire-breathing bitch-queen was wearing his shirt :^P

If Life Gives You Lemons, You...
  • Kaz: Sell them to the pigeons.
  • Inej: Use the peel for treating wounds.
  • Jesper: Use them as shooting practice.
  • Nina: Make lemon waffles.
  • Matthias: I don’t like lemons.
  • Kuwei: Make jurda parem antidote.
  • Wylan: Squirt them in my dad’s eyes.
  • *everybody turns to look at Wylan*

“My king,” said the Attolian with a very serious expression, “likes to pretend that he doesn’t recognize the Mede ambassador. Whenever they meet, the ambassador has to introduce himself - with all of his diplomatic titles and his qualifications.” 

pg. 154 Thick as Thieves. Megan Whalen Turner.

Most Beautiful: Jon Snow X Reader

And this one is dedicated to the famous and beautiful @restlessanawake who is really awesome! Go check them out! They were a massive help to me in setting up this blog. Hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: Pregnancy. Labor. Fluff overload ;)  One sex joke With him and the whole Stark clan, This is post White Walker War were all is good and Jon knows his parentage, but still goes by Jon Stark, or I guess goes at last. Things are almost too happy. But fear not no one dies.. Well…..Meh

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“Time to get up love.”

You groaned, pushing away the arms that were attempting to shake you awake and moved closer to the other side of the bed. “Jon.. Lemme sleep. Little Mister Stark would not stop kicking last night. I am surprised you couldn’t feel it actually.” You smirked and opened your eyes, hearing his laughter and he carefully turned you around as he echoed your smirk.

“I told you, my love. It will be a she.” You gave him judging eyes and he rolled his own gray ones, “Even our  Lady Sisters and Lady Aunt is on my side. As is Tyrion.”

“Well while that may be true, Bran is on my side and he has the sight.” She winked while forcing herself to stand slowly. “Speaking of your Aunt and Sister, when will the royal Queen and the Hand be visiting?”

He smiled, standing up so that he could help you while he continued, “Sansa and Tyrion promised to be here by nightfall, but you know the Queen. She said she would be here a fortnight ago… She will do her best to make it for the labor. And Arya, of course, must guard the Queen being the head of the Queen’s Guard.”

Your nine-months were up  and being a Stark, family was essential for all things. Holidays. Name-Days. Weddings. And pregnancies.

As though the stress of almost delivering a child was not enough, the anxiety that holding off the labor until everyone was present was madness. Jon, being around you enough, could tell.

“Fret not, Y/N.” He smiled, pressing his forehead yours and wrapping a robe dress around you for the day and kissed your nose, “They will be here. And now, we must break fast.”

No surprise to the couple, Bran was already down stairs, his plate full as he was working on his sister’s-in-law. Seeing them he stopped and blushed, wheeling towards the two slowly as Jon embraced his brother with a hearty laugh.

Brandon Stark was decreed Lord of Winterfell and Hand of the King of the North, so the three of you were practically inseparable.

“How is the Lord Snow this morning, Y/N?” Bran smiled, wheeling towards her and placing his hands on her belly as Jon sat. “He get you any rest?”

“None.” Jon sighed from across the room, “She was kicking all night.”

This caused both you and Bran to laugh and Bran to say a small, “We shall see.” As the three of you began to eat your food.

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A grand feast was the result of Lady Sansa and Lord Tyrion’s arrive, Jon and the imp drinking away while you, Sansa, and Bran sat across the hall, discussing matters of getting Bran married.

“What about the Mormont girl?” You suggested, “She supposedly has the beauty and wits of the Tyrell’s but the strength of her father’s name.”

“The Queens bastard?” Sansa raised her eyebrows, “She is an adventurous girl. Young though, don’t you think?”

Your sister in law had not left you alone since she arrived, her hand barely leaving your belly.

“Besides. I think our Bran has his eyes on the head of House Reed. Lady Meera, is it not?”

With the words of her name, Bran blushed and brushed it off, “Have you and Jon thought of a name?”

You nodded, “Well since he will not listen to me about the gender, I decided Eddard Robb will have to do.” Bran nodded, a bright grin taking away the blush on your face. Sansa gasped.

“I hate to agree with my Lord brother, I do believe that your babe is a girl.” She winked at you causing both of you to laugh as Jon and Tyrion came towards you guys, handing drinks to Bran and Sansa.

Jon broke the laughter, snaking an arm around your waist to your belly as he looked at Sansa and Tyrion, “When are you and the Hand planning to have children, sister?”

Sansa’s face fell and she set down her goblet, Tyrion taking her hand. “We are waiting.” Silence fell between them as they knew what he meant before Tyrion broke it, winking at the youngest Stark,  “We would like to see little Bran wed to the Reed girl first.” Bran blushed as everyone laughed mutter a small no stop as Jon kissed your cheek, then moved to your ear, his beard tickling her cheek.

“Bet it will happen by years end?”

“Please, by months end!” You smirked and he pepper kisses everywhere on your face, causing you to laugh.

“This is why I love you” He smiled.

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A few days had passed and you were still waiting on Dany and Arya. Maesters had demanded you bedridden, fearing labor would come any moment though nothing came for a week. Deciding this and seeing your husbands nerves at an all time high, you had forced him to go on a hunt with Tyrion and Bran, promising that Sansa and a hand maiden be at your side.

“I just want you out lil lord.” You groaned, rubbing sleet off your eyes as you had not gotten proper sleep in several days,(basically since Jon left, your baby had been especially persistent in moving all night) “Stop being so feisty like your father and his family.” You smirked at Sansa who laughed. “Where do you the Queen and her personal guard are?”

“You know Daenerys. “ She smiled sadly, rubbing your belly, “And Arya. Stubborn as mules those two.”

“Aye. That is one way to put it.”

Silence fell as you were both occupied as the baby leapt and kicked about the in your belly causing you to hum in attempt to calm him. When at last he stopped, you sighed and Sansa smiled, but only for a moment when you felt something wet between your legs.

Cursing, you looked at Sansa whose eyes twinkled.

“Do you think-”

“Sansa…” You bit your lip to stop you from swearing again, “Get Ghost. He will get Jon. And get the Hand Maiden… Hurry… Please…”

She ran, laughing gleefully and picking up her skirts hollering, “IT’S TIME! THE HEIR TO THE NORTH IS ON THE WAY!” And within minutes, servants came rushing in, dabbing your forehead with a cloth and offering you food and wine as others spread your legs open. All the while all you could do was scream bloody murder.

“I just want my husband!” You whined, “Gods!” You closed eyes and bit your lip to try to and stop tears from falling out of your eyes.

Then you felt the tickle of a beard on your chin and allowed yourself to cry tears of happiness and the man kissed your cheek and slowly wiped your tears away.

“Hush now love. You need to start pushing.”

“I-I-I-I can’t.”

“Yes you can.” He grabbed both her hands and brought them to her lips,”You are strong.. You can do this… I believe in you… Ready?”

You nodded opening your eyes to meet his dark grey (brown in show) ones.

“Ready.”

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You opened your eyes to see your family sitting in your room, Bran and Arya making small talk, Sansa talking to Jon on the other side and Tyrion discussing matters with the Queen herself.

“Morning love.” Jon said, moving towards you slowly, a swaddle of blankets in his arms. “You did marvelous love.” He kissed your cheek and helped you sit up, placing the bundle in your arms.

“ Who is this?” You smiled brightly as he moved back to the crib. “I was right, wasn’t I?”

“We were both right.” Jon smirked sitting by you on the bed with another bundle, “Eddard Robb and Catelyn Rose.”

“Twins.” You laughed happily, “Huh. Don’t remember that.”

Sansa laughed, kneeling beside you “Don’t see how you could. You were screaming bloody murder.”

“Honestly Y/N.” Arya piped in, “The Queen and I could hear you from outside.”

“Perhaps we will wait forever to have children, my lord husband.” Sansa added.

“She did have two.” The Queen herself added, “I would never imagine having two back to back.”

“You did have three dragons though, your grace.” You smiled, “Can’t imagine that.”

The Queen smiled, making her way towards you, kneeling beside you and looking down at the babe in your arms, “Dany or Daenerys please.. He is handsome, just like his father, and grandfather.”

“Lemme see!” Bran exclaimed, he rolling and Arya going to Jon. “She has dad’s hair. Mum’s eyes.”

“Opposite for him.” Sansa observed.

“Our perfect family.” She smiled at Jon who kissed her hair, bringing her in, “One boy. One girl. Perfect.”

Jon’s face fell, “What, so we can’t have anymore? Not even try?”

Laughter filled the room in a warm feeling as the world calmly faded to peace and laughter.

Nothing could be better and nothing could break their joy.

That AU Where Lightning is the Chosen Kin—Queen.
  • Claire “Lightning” Lucis Caelum is the eldest daughter of King Ardyn Lucis Caelum C and Crown Princess of Lucis. 
  • Serah is the younger daughter, and she is the Oracle chosen by the Six to aid the Chosen Queen.
  • Tiamat is a feathered dragon known for his five human heads and is the personal messenger of Bahamut. He was sent to watch over the Astrals’ chosen one, and they are to keep her moving toward her destiny, much like Gentiana. 
    • There is a main head and four secondary heads that make up Tiamat:
      • Noctis—the main and who must be slain for Tiamat to truly die.
      • Prompto—the secondary to Noctis’s right.
      • Ignis—the secondary to Noctis’s left.
      • Gladio—the secondary to the far right.
      • and Nyx—the secondary to the far left. 
    • He can split up into five human forms, each with their own unique personality and thought process, though all of them must answer to Noctis.
    • Serah is actually the one who named them all because she was uncomfortable with calling each head the same name, especially when they weren’t “together” as Tiamat.
  • As the Oracle, Serah is the only person who can speak to Tiamat in his true form. Everyone else has to speak to one of his human forms, including Lightning and Ardyn. 
  • Serah spends most of her time with the energetic and upbeat Prompto, easily the most relaxed of the five heads, though she likes to bother Ignis, too. Because of her never-ending thirst for knowledge, she always tries to drag him into intellectual conversations and learn something new from him every day. She’s particularly interested in astrology. 
  • Lightning is constantly hounded by Ignis when he’s not being held up by Serah. She skips her lessons with him in favor of training with a sword, often accompanied by the overeager crownsguard called Snow, who immigrated to Lucis from Tenebrae. Both Nyx and Gladio are happy to indulge her, but they’re not willing to stick their necks out when Iggy finds them and drags Lightning back to her studies.
  • Noctis was both Serah and Lightning’s primary caretaker—they’re nanny, if you prefer. Like Regis, Ardyn was constantly swamped with royal duties and couldn’t take much time out of his schedule to be with his kids. When he chose Noctis to be their nanny, the infamously lazy head of Tiamat, it was understandable that everyone questioned his decision. “Give the job to Ignis!” they said, but the one-hundredth king wouldn’t listen. He wanted someone who’d let his daughters grow at their own pace to raise them and not groom them like mere dolls at all hours of the day. Noctis was laissez faire enough to do that.  
    • (Noctis being a good but sleepy mommy, though?)
    • (Ignis may be the Mom friend, but Noctis is the Mom.)
    • Noctis while feeding baby!Claire: “One day, you will understand the superiority of sleep over food.”