game of thrones (asoiaf)


It was running down her nose and stinging her eyes. Sansa wiped it away with a napkin. When she saw what the fruit in her lap had done to her beautiful ivory silk dress, she shrieked again. “You’re horrible,” she screamed at her sister. “They should have killed you instead of Lady!”

A Critique of a Poisoning in Literature: A Song of Ice and Fire’s Purple Wedding.

An analysis of Joffrey Baratheon’s poisoning in George R.R. Martin’s A Song of Ice and Fire: the chemical compound used, its effects, method of application and onset in comparison to a hypothetical real-life counterpart: strychnine, and the author’s justifications for suggesting this equivalent. Posting for those who said they were interested, a piece of coursework I wrote for a pharmacology poisons module / the university’s English literature department. I wrote this in the first year of my degree  ( 2+ years ago now! )  so don’t expect a lot from my writing/analytical skills !!!

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This is meta, don’t get up in arms please, I have no intention on making anyone angry. This was just something I noticed.

I don’t think Gendry is being used for his blacksmith skills until later, because as far as we know, the only person who knows about said skills is Arya. And she’s in Winterfell. Gendry is seen at Dragonstone. So why is he appearing this season so early?

To marry Dany. (I think)

As we saw in the trailers, and the spoiler pics, Mel is awaiting before Dany arrives. She and Davos know that Gendry has royal blood. I personally thought it was strange that Tyrion and Jorah were sneaking Gendry out. Why would they have to sneak him out of KL, and from Cersei. She thinks he’s dead, unless she knows otherwise, and is in knowledge that he is Robert’s bastard son. The technical heir to Westeros.

Since Mel was sent away she’d go to the next best thing, Dany, therefore helping her out. As would Tyrion of course, and Jorah. I believe the marriage alliance between Dany and Jon is a red herring, hiding the fact that Mel will tell Dany of Gendry, of his Baratheon blood, and Jorah/Tyrion will agree she should marry him for an alliance. Gaining those against her to be with her.

As the last Baratheon he would be perfect for her, since Jon needs her without marriage and the war to come is larger than any of them, that, and he would never abandon the Starks nor his home. So Cersei would likely hear about this because of her little birds and try to find and kill Gendry, that’s why he is not only sneaked out, but he has his father’s war hammer.

Something that would signify his royal blood to the country and the unity he brings to Dany and her people- who is perfect, mind you, for consoling what people do not bend the knee to her. Those who remain loyal to Baratheon would bow to her once she wed Gendry. The perfect King in hindsight.

The sneak him out, hitch him to Dany, and he might even fight for her. He has the hammer, what better way then to show his support for the throne and garner people’s attention? And Davos can confirm Gendry’s blood, therefore Jon wouldn’t have to wed Dany, they can merely make and agreement and move on. She has her royal husband, Jon has dragons for the Long Night.

Then there’s the fact that he was born in KL, in Westeros, he is a native which people will be more keen on allowing him a crown and throne. With Dany at his side she will have his power. More so than Jon, who is believed to be a bastard, would offer. Of course, both are bastards, but one rules an independent country intent on staying as such, and another that can unite the the warring lands. (This is a guess, of course)

And Arya knows him, it will be painful (My poor babies deserves happiness, let them love each other), but the North will trust what a Stark trusts. This is more beneficial to Dany than wedding Jon, who may be King, but has no favor for a crown and only cares about the dead. She needs someone devoted to her, not a country, otherwise it may get a bit crowded ruling wise.

I don’t know, maybe I’m thinking on it too much, lol. (Seriously, why is he being brought to Dragonstone other than for his Baratheon blood? He’s the last of his name, Dany could find comfort in that as well. And he has Targ blood in him as well, which is a plus for her)

This is not any anti-ship, it’s just a thought. I would love to read another’s thoughts on this. I have no intent on fighting, however, but I love to discuss.


femslash aesthetics ♥ arya x myrcella 

she was brave; like me. but softer; like i wanted to be. she taught me that you can be wild and still be a woman; that you can love and still be a warrior. she challenged me. she changed me. she believed in me - and only love can do that.


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True affection (Robb Stark x Female!Reader)

Prompt: Hi :) Can you do a Robb Stark x Reader please? Maybe we see the stages of their relationship as their meeting, their love, their betrothal, their marriage, the pregnancy of the reader, the birth of their child? It’s just an idea and I’m sorry if there are mistakes, I’m French :)

Note: @tiiffanym I really loved this request, so i hope i did it justice!

Robb Stark x reader

When your Parents told you that the carriage was nearing Winterfell, you felt sick. The closer you got to Winterfell, the closer you were to your life changing forever. It had been Ned Stark who had proposed the marriage, and your parents had been delighted. House Stark and House Y/L/N had been allies for centuries – It made sense to strengthen that tie.

You were less thrilled about the idea. You had only ever met Robb once, when you were young, and had no idea as to what kind of man he might be now. Your mother reassured you that Ned was an honourable man, and that his son would be to, but it was little help.

As you approached the gates of Winterfell, you couldn’t deny how beautiful it was; and as Robb Stark took your arm and helped you out of the carriage, you couldn’t deny that he was beautiful too.

When you were both on solid ground, Robb kneeled in front of you, and kissed your hand “Lady Y/n, you are as beautiful I remember.”

You blushed at the compliment, and hoped he was as kind a man as his words suggested.

You quickly got used to not only the North, but to the Stark family. Arya and Rickon were little wolves, constantly exploring the surrounding forests, returning caked in mud (much to Catelyn’s chagrin). Sansa had the voice of an angel, Bran was a genius with a bow, and Robb – well he was just perfect.

The two of you had connected quickly, and you complemented each other well. Where he was hot headed, you were cool, he was proud, and you were logical, and you both adored each other.

It had been a month since you had first arrived in the North, and you had spent most days with Robb, with him showing you around the castle or riding together around the surrounding grounds of the castle.

You were sat together in the Gods wood when he first told you that he was in love with you.

You looked up at him in slight shock before he continued “Y/N, I had always accepted that when I married it would be out of duty, to create an alliance but…” he paused for a moment “You are like no one I have ever met. I love you.”

You weren’t sure that you would ever be able to stop smiling. Your eyes met at you both leaned in to the kiss. When your lips met his you were certain that Winterfell was where you belonged. That he was where you belonged.

When you pulled away he let out a sigh at the lack of contact, so you moved to sit closer to him. Without having to think he wrapped his arm around your waist. You leaned it his touch.

“I love you too Robb.”

The day you married Robb was one of the best days of your life. You, like Robb, had never expected to be able to marry someone that you truly loved. You waited anxiously in the chapels door way. Arya was fidgeting, pulling at her dress trying to get comfortable.

You were shocked when Arya acquiesced to being one your bridesmaids, and you suspected that this would be the last time you ever saw her in a ball gown until her own wedding. Sansa looked like a Queen, in her bridesmaid dress. You were suddenly overwhelming proud of the two girls.

When you heard the Organ begin to play, your father took your arm and you began to walk down the aisle. The night before you had been so nervous that something would go wrong, that you would trip and fall or something would happen to your dress.

Those fears quickly exited your mind as soon as you saw Robb. His jaw dropped when he first saw you, and his eyes filled with tears. You looked stunning. The dress was simple, and fitted you perfectly, hugging your body in all of the right places.

Your house colours had been sewn intricately into the hem, and it was better then you could have ever hoped for. All of the great Northern houses were in attendance, but you barley even acknowledged them, with all of your attention on Robb.

Robb was grinning besides you as you both stood in front of the septon. Your soon to be husband slipped his hand into yours as you exchanged your vows. You squeezed his hand, as you promised to love him until the day that you died.

The cloak Robb wrapped around you was beautiful, it had the Stark crest embroidered onto a deep blue background, and the lining of the cloak was pure white wool. You wondered how many hours it had taken to craft something so beautiful.

“You many now kiss the bride” called out the septon, once Robb had wrapped the cloak around you.

Robb cupped your face gently with his hands and leaned down to kiss you, you flung your arms around his neck and pressed your body close to his.

When Robb pulled away from you, he looked like he was so full of love that he might burst. “I Love you so much Y/n Stark.” When he pulled you into another kiss, the room let out a cheer.

It had been four months since you last moons blood, and five months since you and Robb got married. Maester Luwin had confirmed your suspicions. You were pregnant.

You knew Robb would be happy, you were carrying the air to Winterfell inside of you, but you were still nervous to tell him. You said a quick prayer to both the Old Gods and the seven that he would be as pleased as you were.

Robb was out hunting when you found out that you were pregnant, he would be back early the next morning. You let out a groan. You were desperate to tell someone. When you saw Catelyn, you couldn’t contain yourself.

“Lady Stark, there is something I must tell you, Robb is not here and I have to tell someone.” You gushed, and Catelyn gave you a knowing smile.

“Y/n please, you must call me Catelyn” she insisted “What is It you must tell me?”

“I’m with child” you whispered excitedly, relieved to finally share the secret.

Your mother in law pulled you into a tight hug “I have had my suspicions, you have been absolutely glowing this past few weeks.”

“I can’t believe I’m going to be a mother” you muttered, slightly in shock.

Catelyn let out a laugh “I can’t believe I’m going to be a grandmother.”

Robbs reaction to your pregnancy had been even better then you could have hoped. As soon as the words had left your mouth he had lifted you up into his arms. You buried your head into the crook of his neck. You couldn’t tell if he was crying or laughing, but you knew he was overjoyed.

Throughout the pregnancy Robb had been extremely protective of you, worrying about everything you did. You couldn’t even go on a ride without him insisting to come with you. Arya had told you that he was obsessed, but you found his care endearing.

The bump had started to show just after you broke then news to Robb, and the Starks were constantly crowding around you, trying to see if the baby was kicking yet.

You were lying in bed curled up with Robb the first time that you felt the baby kick. Robb was snoring softly when you woke him.

“Robb! The baby’s kicking!” you elbowed him lightly and he groggily began to wake up.

He quickly came to his senses when he heard the word baby “Wait Y/n is everything okay?” he said, shooting up quickly.

He quickly placed his hand against your bump, a smile spreading across his face. You couldn’t wait to start your family with the man you loved.

Giving birth was the hardest thing that you had ever done, but Robb got you through it. Despite the midwifes insistence that Robb needed to leave, he remained stuck to your side, holding your hand the whole time.

“Come of Y/n one more push. You can do this.”

“I-I I Can’t do this Robb…” you said exhausted “Please I can’t”

Robb squeezed you hand tight “You can do this love.”

It took the last of the energy you had left, but you gave one final push. You didn’t immediately hear the baby cry, and panic rose in your chest. Was there something wrong, was your baby safe?

Then you heard the baby cry. Your baby. It was the best sound you had ever heard.

Robb was silent as the midwife place the baby in his arms, totally in awe of the tiny person you had both created. He looked on the edge of tears.

“Y-y/n… we’ve got a daughter Y/n. Our little girl.”

You let out a sob when you saw your son. Suddenly all of the hours of pain and discomfort were forgotten, as Robb handed you your daughter. Her eyes were closed as she grabbed onto your little finger with her hand. You hadn’t known you could love someone so much.

Robb kissed you on the forehead, then kissed the top of your baby’s head “She’s perfect, you’re perfect. Gods I love you both – more than I know how to say.”

You looked up at your husband, the man you loved “Lyanna. She’s called Lyanna.” The look on his face told you that it was perfect.

And the She-Wolf Fell for the Lion...

((SORRY ANON…but I couldn’t fit the reader going with him to KL when Cat frees him. This is going to take a few parts to completely answer your prompt because…..well….with Stark x Lannister, it would have be a more slow burning love right?))

Word Count: 2,075

Warning: NSFW SMUT BUTTTT only at the way end and like…..three lines lol

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So Speaks The Queen

“I was alone for a long time, Jorah. All alone but for my brother. I was such a small scared thing. Viserys should have protected me, but instead he hurt me and scared me worse. He shouldn’t have done that. He wasn’t just my brother, he was my king. Why do the gods make kings and queens, if not to protect the ones who can’t protect themselves?”

-Daenerys Targaryen

—Do you ship “Jonsa”?


“Run, and ride, make yourself strong. And whatever you do …”
Arya knew what was coming next. They said it together.
“… don’t … tell … Sansa!

Arya…he missed her even more than Robb, skinny little thing that she was, all scraped knees and tangled hair and torn clothes, so fierce and willful. Arya never seemed to fit, no more than he had … yet she could always make Jon smile.

Something about her made him think of Arya, though they looked nothing at all alike.

Jon had never met anyone so stubborn, except maybe for his little sister Arya. Is she still my sister? he wondered. Was she ever? 

She missed Jon Snow the most of all her brothers. 

And of course

In her hand, Needle seemed to whisper to her. Stick them with the pointy end, it said, and, don’t tell Sansa! 


Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell’s grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan’s stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room.

Needle was Jon Snow’s smile. He used to mess my hair and call me “little sister,” she remembered, and suddenly there were tears in her eyes

Originally posted by twhiddlegirl

He’s to marry Arya Stark. My little sister.” Jon could almost see her in that moment, long-faced and gawky, all knobby knees and sharp elbows, with her dirty face and tangled hair. They would wash the one and comb the other, he did not doubt, but he could not imagine Arya in a wedding gown, nor Ramsay Bolton’s bed. No matter how afraid she is, she will not show it. If he tries to lay a hand on her, she’ll fight him.

Jon felt as stiff as a man of sixty years. Dark dreams, he thought, and guilt. His thoughts kept returning to Arya.

“I have no sister.” The words were knives. What do you know of my heart, priestess? What do you know of my sister?

Jon felt fifteen years old again. Little sister. He rose and donned his cloak.

Originally posted by twhiddlegirl

The girl smiled in a way that reminded Jon so much of his little sister that it almost broke his heart.

Bring her home, Mance… You owe me this one little girl.

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“Different roads sometimes lead to the same castle. Who knows?”