Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark’s love started the war, Jon Snow and Daenerys Targaryen’s love will end it. Spoilers for season 7.
Pairings; Rhaegar Targaryen/Lyanna Stark; Jon Snow/Daenerys Targaryen
Blue Winter Roses
“A blue flower growing
from a chink in a wall of ice, filling the air with sweetness.”
Rhaegar Targaryen was the fiercest warrior in all of
Westeros. The son of the “mad king” Aerys Targaryen II and the beautiful
Rhaella. Rhaegar was the crowned prince of Dragonstone and the heir to the iron
throne, set to take over the mighty House Targaryen when his father succeeded the
throne to him. He was said to be one of the most beautiful men in all the realm
with flowing silver hair, a body like one of the gods, and violet eyes. Rhaegar
had a special talent that was one of his most admired traits. He loved to sing.
The bards would sing songs of just how beautiful his voice was. Rhaegar was
never one for the song of swords like his rivals Robert Baratheon and Jaimie
Lannister. He always preferred his golden harp to the cold silver steel of his
Rhaegar would often visit Summerhall and bring only his
harp. His songs were said to reduce women to tears. He was desired by all the
Dornish and Westorsi princesses. Rhaegar had chosen his bride to be Elia
Martell, the beautiful Dornish princess. They had a lavish wedding and she
birthed him two children, Rhaenys and Aegon. Rhaegar believed Aegon to be the
prince that was promised, born to make the world a better place. Elia had grown
bed-riden due to the demanding births of her children. She was told she couldn’t
have anymore children due to the harsh births of Aegon and Rhaenys. All the
more, Rhaegar had kept his vow to his Dornish wife. That is until the tourney
Rhaegar had succeeded tremendously at the tourney, even
beating Ser Arthur Dayne. He had won the opportunity to crown the queen of love
and beauty. A beautiful crown made of blue winter roses. The whole crowd has
expected him to name the princess his queen. After all, she was the future
queen of Westoros. Rhaegar gave his crown of winter roses to another, Lyanna
Stark, Robert Baratheon’s betrothed.
Lyanna Stark was beautiful, although her beauty was thought
to be of a wild kind. Lyanna didn’t share the features of Elia Martell. She had
long raven hair, a thin frame, and eyes of grey. She was a noble and righteous
woman, but wild at heart. She was born to the broody Stark family of
Winterfell. She loved her brothers Brandon, Benjen, and Ned with a fierce loyalty.
Lyanna was betrothed to Robert Baratheon, as her father Rickard had promised
her to the young lord of Storm’s end. Lyanna had confided in Ned that Robert
wasn’t one to keep his marriage bed vows.
Lyanna had come to the tourney at Harrenhal and noticed
three men kicking a boy no younger than 15. The boy was Howland Reed who happen
to be employed by her father. Lyanna saved the boy and cleaned up his wounds.
Lyanna was a kind soul at heart. Howland Reed would always remember that women
who saved him from the squires. Lyannna had attended a feast and saw the crown
prince Rhaegar Targaryen play a beautiful and sad song on his harp. It made her
weep. Rhaegar later crowned her the queen of love and beauty placing a crown of
blue winter roses on her lap.
If the rumors were to be believed, Lyanna was kidnapped by
Rhaegar Targaryen with the help of Ser Arthur Dayne and Ser Oswell Whent. Many
tales have been told about the wolf girl and the dragon prince. If they were to
believe Robert Baratheon, Lyanna was taken against her will and raped by
Rhaegar Targaryen. If they were to believe others, Lyanna went of her own free
will with the handsome prince. Tales of songs and stories never to be forgotten
some would say. Only the truth remained for those who were there.
The real truth behind Rhaegar and Lyanna’s story was simple.
A true love story. Although the rumors told of a grim tale of the two star
crossed lovers, the reality was far from it. Lyanna had willingly gone with her
prince to Dorne. Against the advice and pleading of her brothers and family,
Lyanna had unwittingly caused a War in the Seven Kingdoms that would last years.
Much like Helen of Troy, the face that launched a thousand ships. Rhaegar
abandoning his duty to wife Elia Martell, and Lyanna abandoning her duty to
Rhaegar had his marriage to Elia annulled. A secret hidden
away in the lost pages of the citadel. Until a man named Samwell Tarly came
upon them years later, but that’s a tale for another time. He and Lyanna
married in a forest wedding deep in the woods of Dorne. Lyanna had looked truly
radiant in a deep blue violet gown, flowing raven hair, and a bouquet of winter
blue roses. Rhaegar looking like the Targaryen he was in full red and black
armor with three dragon heads on the crest. They had recited their undying love
for each other in the woods on the that moonlit night.
The tales tell of the love that started the war, or as many
know Robert’s rebellion. Robert seething with jealousy and wrath at Rhaegar for
taking the one women he couldn’t have. He became obsessed with the wolf
princess, even as he took Cersei Lannister as a bride. Cersei knew he never
truly loved her, but Cersei had a secret of her own. She was fucking her twin
brother, Jaime. Although that’s a tale for another time as well. This Jaime
Lannister, also known as Kingslayer, had slayed Rhaegar’s father “Mad King”
Aerys Targaryen II. Aerys wanted to burn King’s Landing to ground with wildfire.
They say Targaryens are born with the flip of coin due to the rampant incest in
their lineage to keep their bloodline pure, one side is madness the other side
greatness. Aerys had landed on madness. Rhaegar on greatness.
Although Rhaegar had greatness in him, his love was selfish.
He chose love over duty and honor. He had foolishly and recklessly caused the marriage
of three great houses to collapse. One with a mad king, one with a jealous fat
cunt, and the other with wolf blood. This selfishness is what ultimately led to
his death at the trident at the hands of Robert Baratheon. He had fought valiantly.
Although Rhaegar had betrayed his marriage and family name, the people still
loved him. He was brave, noble, and kind. Rhaegar was foolish though, blinded
by love for a woman who smelled like winter roses. The fall of House Targaryen
laid at his feet. Robert Baratheon crowned king of the seven kingdoms after the
Kingslayer killed Aerys. Robert later betrayed by Cersei, and the Lannisters
held the throne for years. Alas, the wheel continuing. “Starks,Lannisters, Baratheons, Targaryens, Tyrells, they are just
spoke on a wheel. This one is on top that one is on top and on and on it spins.”
It wouldn’t be until 20 years later that the wheel was finally broken.
Howland Reed, the young boy Lyanna saved from the squires,
happened to be there that day Ned Stark brought a screaming baby boy from the
Tower of Joy. A beautiful boy with grey eyes and dark hair. ”Promise me, Ned.”
Lyanna begged of her brother to keep the boy a secret. If Robert knew of her
child with the dragon prince, he would kill the boy. Ned had tried to urge
Lyanna to keep fighting for her life, but a bed of blood claimed the light from
her eyes. Ned would keep this promise till his death at the hands of the
Lannisters on the block.
Ned had taken to name him Jon, and passed him off as his
own. The boy Jon growing up to be Jon Snow, the bastard of Winterfell. Ned
Stark had told his wife, Catelyn Tully, of the bastard boy fathered by him and
a tavern wench and she had despised the boy his whole childhood. Ned loved Jon
as if he was his own flesh and blood, although never revealing to Jon the truth
although Jon begged him to tell him of his mother. Jon growing close with
siblings Arya, Bran, Robb, and Rickon. Sansa Stark learning from her mother’s
hate never treated the boy with kindness when he was a child. Ned had been
summoned by Robert Baratheon to be his Hand. Ned took Sansa with him to the
capital. Sansa always dreamed of marrying a young price. Catelyn had forbid Jon
from Winterfell. Jon went North and took the black becoming a man in the Night’s
Watch. He was to take no wife and have no children. Jon believing to be a
bastard never thought he would find love as he had been looked down upon by
Catelyn his whole life, never knowing a mother’s love. Little did Catelyn Tully
know that boy would become King in the North, and command the very castle she
forbid him from.
The King in the North was much like his father, but his
looks took greatly after his mother. Jon was brave, noble, and kind. He was
selfless and honest as well, a trait Rhaegar lacked greatly. Jon always assumed
he gotten those qualities from his mother. Jon still baffled by the whole
reveal of his lineage. He never truly thought of Rhaegar as his father. Ned
Stark being the one who raised him from birth and taught him the morals of
honor and integrity. He was never a Targaryen, he’d always be a Stark. Jon wish
Ned would have told him of his mother, Lyanna. He had only heard tales from
Howland Reed of how she saved him from the squires during the tourney at
Harrenhal. Howland Reed told Jon as much in the tents outside of Greywater
Watch during the War of the dead. So little time did he have to learn of his
mother. Jon knew she loved blue winter roses and he somehow came upon them when
the war ended at the remnants of the wall. He would always pick them for his
wife after she had told him of her prophecy so long ago in the House of the
Undying. “A blue flower growing from a
chink in a wall of ice, filling the air with sweetness.”
Jon’s wife, Daenerys Targaryen, was the most beautiful women
in the world. Long silver blonde hair and violet eyes like her brother Rhaegar.
Daenerys was the very embodiment of house Targaryen, she favoring with the side
of the coin that held greatness. Daenerys was strong, fierce, compassionate,
and selfless. She had committed her dragons and armies to the war of the dead
after rescuing Jon from his foolish attempt at trying to capture a wight to
show Cersei Lannister the threat. She had lost one of her children that day,
Viseron, named after her madman brother Viserys Targaryen. Jon had nearly lost
his life that day after falling into a frozen lake. He will never forget the
awe he had when Dany rode her three dragons into the battle against the army of
the dead beyond the wall. She had saved all of them that day. When he awoke
from his state of unconsciousness to her sitting at his bedside, Jon knew he
had found the love he had been craving since he was a boy.
Jon had been in love once before, he thought. Circumstances
and deception at play when he met the wilding Ygritte. She had been kissed by
fire with a head full of bright red hair. Wild, bold, and fierce she worked her
way into Jon’s heart without him knowing it. Jon knowing fully well the deception
he was doing for his brothers, as he pretended to deceive the Night’s watch. He
broke every vow he had with Ygritte that night in the cave. He only ending up
leaving her, while she put three arrows in him. Funny how fate has a way of
being cruel to him, as his wilding girl died in his arms with an arrow to the
heart. Knowing the love he holds for Dany now, his love for Ygritte was a foolish
youthful obsession and lust. He always had a place in his heart for Ygritte,
but he had felt he didn’t love her out choice only out of sheer and dire
His love for Dany grew out of choice, although the timing
couldn’t have been worse. They were first at odds when he came to Dragonstone
seeking help for the war against the dead. He furiously demanding her help and
alliance, she furiously demanding he bend the knee to her cause. Daenerys was
the rightful and last heir to the throne and Targaryen dynasty she thought at
the time. The war for the throne still ongoing years after Rhaegar and Lyanna
had died. Cersei Lannister the crowned queen of three, not seven, kingdoms Dany
would always joke as Dany had alliances with Highgarden, Dorne, and the Iron
Islands. Jon had grown to respect and admire Dany after he saw what kind of
leader she would be. Still unwilling to bend the knee to, she let him mine the
precious dragonglass under Dragonstone.
Jon, unaware of his blood at the time, even had the courage
to pet one of her dragons. Dany teases him that he accepted them as his
children that day even though he didn’t know it. Jon only truly realized his
love for Dany when she sat at his beside and pledged herself to his cause while
asking for nothing in return. He eventually bent the knee, although Dany never
took the Northern title from him after the war ended. Jon’s love for Dany ran
more deeply than even he could process. She had been afraid at first to accept
his love and show her love in return. They were at war, and there was no time
for such things. Selfless they were always putting their duty and their people
before their own desires. Dany ending her war with Cersei Lannister to fight with
the dead, Jon nearly giving his life fighting the Night king beyond the wall.
The difference between his love for Dany, and his father’s
love for his mother was that his father was selfish. Rhaegar didn’t think of
the consequences of running off with his mother. Blinded by pure love his
father started a war that killed him and his mother. Lyanna no better herself
as she left her family and brothers behind. He didn’t blame them for their
selfishness, if he had the choice to do the same with Dany he may would have in
different circumstances. Jon didn’t have that choice as Ned Stark had fashioned
him for duty and honor. The War for the dead loomed upon them when they met,
and the Night King wouldn’t wait.
Although Jon was different from his father in many ways, he
was somewhat the same. He held a fierce, true love for Dany bound by an
unwitting, stubborn honor for his pride and morals, and sometimes it made him
think unrationally. When the war for the dead had ended, and Dany and Cersei
battled with what armies they had left, Jon found out his true lineage from
Bran and Sam. He was shocked to say the least. His whole life seemingly a lie now.
Jon was no Targaryen. Dany had been thrilled when she had found out. “Blood of
my blood.” she said to him as tears of joy streamed down her face. Jon wasn’t
having much joy. He and Dany were related by blood. Dany being his father’s
sister. Jon was at a standstill, Dany was the love of his life but his
upbringing had taught him incest to be immorally wrong. His Stark values
getting the best of him, he told Dany it better to not be together.
Furious and heartbroken, Dany took off on Drogon to go burn
King’s Landing and take what was rightfully hers. The dragon blood of the Targaryen
running through her veins, Dany was venomous towards Jon. How could something
they could do nothing about tear them apart? He was a coward, just like his
father. Rhaegar abandoning his house to run off with Lyanna Stark and starting
a war, and Jon being the stubbon Stark he was ending any hope she had for a
future with him and a house with a red door. So different father and son, yet
so the same. Dany was no fool. She would never be like Lyanna Stark and
foolishly hope for love and run away from her path. Dany would forget about
Jon, and take what was rightfully hers. How had she strayed for so long from
her goal? The war of the dead being a rightful purpose, but now that she had
defeated the Night King with fire and blood why had she waited so long? Just like
her brother, blinded by foolish love. Jon had torn down her walls and she felt
as if she could finally be the girl she was again. She loved him like she had
loved no other. How could he abandon her after all they had been through? Dany
cried as Drogon flew towards the mad queen’s keep. Dany hadn’t wanted the
throne after the war was over. She would defeat Cersei of course, but she had
wanted to marry Jon and live in Winterfell. How desire can make people do such
foolish things. Rhaegar was killed for it. Lyanna as well. Dany would not be.
It took Dany two days to burn King’s landing to the ground.
Drogon spewing fire on the city below. Luckily most of the residents fleeing
south to Dorne during the war of the dead. Jamie Lannister eventually slaying
the mad queen with his own hands. King’s Landing lie in ash. Dany had become
the queen she had never wanted to be. The queen of ashes. Most of her armies
gone, Daenerys stood in the rubble of the Red Keep with her hand Tyrion at her
side. What would Rhaegar think of her now? He always the valiant fighter and
noble prince. He would never use dragons to burn the world.
Too enthralled in her fury when leaving Winterfell, Dany had
forgotten Rhaegal was behind in Winterfell. Choosing to stay with his rider Jon.
Dany seethed at the thought of one of her children staying behind. As much as
Dany wanted to hate Jon with all her veins, she couldn’t. He was only doing
what he thought was right. How could she blame him for choosing honor over
love? His honor one of the qualities she loved him most for. Dany thought of
Lyanna Stark. Dany may be more like the wolf princess than she thought. Jon had
taken greatly after her. Daenerys had hopelessly followed Jon until the ends of
the earth when the Night King arrived. Long forgotten her duty to the crown. Lady
Lyanna had followed her brother to ends of the earth, not thinking of the consequences.
Hadn’t Dany done the same? Risked her life for the one she loved. She had
nearly lost it when following Jon by herself when he charged at the Night King.
Only to be protected by an injured Drogon’s fire when a walker almost toppled
her over into the frozen ice lake. Tears streamed down her face as she stared
at the ash of the Red Keep. She didn’t want the crown anymore, all she wanted
It took Jon two days to realize how stupid he had been. He
always chose honor and duty over love. This time it had cost him the one thing
he only ever chose for himself. Truth be told, Jon didn’t care about the blood
relation. He had never known Dany growing up, and they got together without
even knowing of the relation. He loved her, and he had broken her because of
his own foolish pride. As little as he thought of his father, they did have one
thing in common. A desire to be with the one they loved. His father risking everything
to be with Lyanna. What had Jon risked for Dany? She had given him everything
to defeat the night king. She had given him her word, her body, and her heart.
She never strayed from her promises. Jon broke her trust at the first sign of
misfortune. Jon raced to his dragon, named after his father, Rhaegal and flew
for King’s Landing.
It took him a day’s ride to get there. Plumes of smoke
rising from the city. Rhaegal sensed where his mother and brother dragon were. It
didn’t take the dragon long to land on the ground right by them. He saw her
there staring at the burned down Red Keep with her back to him. The Imp
noticing him first with a hard stare. He made his way over to his queen. He
knew she could sense him behind her and she tensed.
She looked at him with heartbreak and sadness behind her
violet eyes. What had he done?
Dany felt his presence when Drogon screamed for his brother.
Had he come to mock her for rushing off furiously to defeat Cersei? No that
wasn’t Jon. He had come to say goodbye. Tears sprang in her eyes. This was it.
She would accept his decision because she loved him. Even if he didn’t want to
be with her, she would still respect his choice. She still needed to clean up
the mess from the wars and she needed his help to unite the people.
To her surprise, Jon had tears in his eyes when she looked
at him. They just stared at each other and she began to understand. He hadn’t
come here to say goodbye, he had come back for her. They had always said their
emotions through their eyes. He had grabbed her and pulled her into a tight
embrace and whispered deep apologies to her and told her how much he loved her.
Dany melted in his arms. She told him that the world needed them to help make
it a better place. She couldn’t do it alone, she needed him to help her.
Together. They flew on dragon back to Winterfell the same night.
Like time repeating itself Jon and Daenerys got married in
the moonlight under the godswood, just as Rhaegar and Lyanna married under a
beautiful tree in the forest in Dorne. Jon wore grey and white armor with the
stark direwolf on the crest. Dany wore a dress of black and red with flowing
braids in her silver hair, and she carried a bouquet of blue winter roses.
Dany and Jon later ascended their claim to the throne to
Tyrion Lannister as Warden of the Seven Kingdoms. A democracy with each Kingdom
choosing their own leader. Jon had named his sister Sansa head of the North,
and Gendry Baratheon warden of Storm’s end. Daenerys gave the Iron Islands to
their rightful owner Yara Greyjoy, Highgarden to Bronn (he had always wanted a
castle), and Casterly rock to Jaime Lannister. Tyrion diplomatically bringing
peace and diplomacy for years to come.
Spring had finally come for Westeros, the wars coming to
end. Peace and prosperity raining until their deaths. The love that had started
the wars long forgotten in song. The love that ended the wars sung to all the
children in the land.
Rumors were told of the great love story of the dragon queen
and the wolf prince. Some say they ended up traveling to Essos and disappearing
from the world, and some say they ruled secretly with Tyrion Lannister the
whole time. Only the people who were there knew the truth.
Lyanna Targaryen told her children the tale of two star
crossed lovers who ran away together and married in a forest. Their love had
started a war for decades.
Lyanna Targaryen also told her children a tale of two star
crossed lovers who raised her in a house with a red door and lemon tree growing
outside in small village outside of Winterfell. Their love had ended that war.
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Warnings: Mentions of death /violence. A tiny bit of fluff at the end.
Pairings/Characters: Jaime Lannister x Stark!reader, Tyrion Lannister, mentions of Bronn and Oberyn.
You fought back a scream. You were
on trial for murder simply because you were a Stark. And, to make matters
worse, you were on trial alongside Tyrion Lannister. If Cersei Lannister would
find her own brother guilty, surely you didn’t stand a chance. So, as so-called
“witnesses” came forward offering supposed evidence of your and
Tyrion’s guilt, you kept quiet. Then, Tyrion uttered the words that sent a cold
shiver down your spine. “We demand trial by combat!”
So, I saw this gifset by blowmiakisscolin, based on this post by fergus80 and well, this kinda wrote itself. I am 100% on board that beffudled AU Hook very well could have believed that Henry was his son. I took that headcanon and ran with it…
Days, then weeks, passing slowly at first and then all at
once, no nearer to finding her or the whereabouts of Merlin. Every day they try
a new land, helped by Ariel, sometimes even Ursula, always returning to
Storybrooke with nothing but more questions. Finding Camelot abandoned shaking
even Henry to the core, his fierce belief that this was where the answers would
lie being ripped from him and settling the first sign of hopelessness behind
his young eyes. Killian wishes he knew how to help the lad, his fierce desire
to have Henry see him as his family growing stronger, despite the reason he
would ever be so feeling further and further away.
When the dreams start, he tries to find a way to hold on to
the way they make him feel when he wakes, grasping for the shreds of the man
who believed enough to sacrifice it all in hopes of something
better. In his dreams, he doesn’t die. The cold steel of the Prince’s sword
stays on the cobblestones as the man himself struggles to find his footing. The
Evil Snow is rendered powerless by Emma, her light magic reappearing in her
palms as she reaches out to protect him, this
other version of him, who she seems to love despite his incessant bumbling.
And then there’s Henry, who looks at him like a son does a father, with trust
and awe and…love. Henry believes in
this man, teaches him that he is better than this world has written for him and
shows him the path to being a hero. This Killian, he doesn’t hold back from Henry,
stands by Emma’s side as her partner and Henry’s parent, never questions that
this is his place. He is happy, they are happy. They are a family.
But then sleep ends, grim reality rising with the sun and
Emma is still gone and Henry is not his. The ache in his heart for the life in
his dreams grows, fighting against the guilt and self-loathing licking in the corners
each time he traces her name etched into the dagger. He’s holding the jagged
metal in his hands when Henry comes to him, ducking into his cabin without a
knock, but with a fierce look behind his eyes.
“Killian, we have to save my Mom.”
“I know lad, what do you think we’ve been trying to do?”
“No, we have to do
it. You and me.”
“Henry, what are you saying, son?”
“Everyone else has someone, a family to fall back on if we
never find her. They’ve learned to live
without her before, spent years never expecting to see her again. You and me, our
family doesn’t exist without Emma. We need her more than they do. We’ll fight
harder, go to the end of the world for her. I just need you to believe that we
can do it, together.”
You and me, our family
doesn’t exist without Emma.
Killian sees the boy from his dreams in Henry at this moment,
the truest believer, the hero in him looming larger than his teenage frame can
contain. Feeling energized for the first time in weeks, Killian stands and
gives the dagger one last look before locking it away and turning to face the
Alright, I’m having awful writer’s block so you’re getting this chunk like piece of this story. Would anyone be interested in having this expanded into a much larger story? This chunk would be in the middle, towards the end I think.
I’ve been doing okay. My health wobbled for a minute there, but I think I am still doing better now that I have the SAD lamp. I also added some medication to the mix that is helping with my depression.
Money is a big worry at the moment. With BarkBox dropping the sponsorship I may have to do something I haven’t done before. Pay late. I’ve been managing a low income for decades. I even figured out how to buy some nice things through doing odd jobs and saving strategies. And I also have been able to pay my bills on time. I have been pretty proud of that. I have a substantial amount of medical debt. And I haven’t really paid off any of it in years. But I make the minimum payments every month–on time.
That may have to change for a while. I can’t seem to get very many photography clients, as I am still just starting out, and I don’t know if I am going to have enough to pay for food AND pay my medical bills.
It will probably only be for a month or two and honestly it isn’t the end of the world. But, like I said, I was proud to have never made a late payment. Like, even though I have been through all this shit and could have easily headed toward bankruptcy over the years… I figured it out and did at least ONE adult thing. I payed my bills on time.
In other news… I AM GOING TO A PLAY! My very good friend is a local actress and I have been wanting to see her perform sooo much. I finally decided that snow or shine, good health or bad health, I am going to go see my friend. Car rides are hard. Not being able to lie down for several hours is hard. Keeping my attention and concentration intact is hard. But the decision to go see my friend perform… that was easy. The play is Thursday and I can’t wait. I’m going to turn off my little world of problems and enjoy life for a bit.
I’m trying to add more cosplay to my portfolio. I don’t quite have enough yet. If you have a costume and are near St. Louis, I would consider shooting you for free. It has to be a badass costume though.
I am going to do a cosplay myself. I am working on a cool Finn costume. I’m going to try custom making a sword. Cold Steel makes these practice swords and it turns out it looks a helluva lot like Finn’s yellow sword. I made a wishlist for the items I need. If any of you want to help see the Finn cosplay come to life. I am going to do some cool things photographically. And Otis will be my canine companion.
I feel like I sort of missed the mark on my last two Frog Shorts comics. I am sorry about that. I try to make sure my writing is of a certain quality and I was having a really bad health week when I wrote those. I promise that the future ones will be a lot funnier. I think my batting average is pretty good, and it is really hard not to make a stinker every once in a while. I just wish they hadn’t been back to back like that.
My assistant is coming to visit in March. We are going to work on starting a Patreon. While I could probably just do one to keep the site going, I am going to try and make it a little more ambitious. We want to fund two new comics. Redesign the site. And we want to hire a person to help us find better content. Fresher content. Maybe make brand new gifs. If people are willing to give us a little each month, I am going to do my damnedest to give them the best website we can produce. If we get enough funding, I promise that we will have a positive, fun, happy place with tons of original content and freshly found content from around the internet. We’ve been working so hard to build the infrastructure for this new version of thefrogman.me. We are nearly ready to start acting on some of our goals. It’s going to be exciting. And I promise folks are going to love it.
And of course we are working hard on the pin-up photoshoot. We are making costumes and shopping at thrift stores. I am designing lighting schemes and coming up with battleplans. We shoot March 7-8 and I cannot wait. I am going to do everything in my power to make these the most fantastic photos I have ever taken.
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