Can you elaborate more on how the Alys-Sigorn wedding was awesome and its like a baby that conquered the world? I just really like Alys/Sigorn and want to hear more about it.
Whew, where to begin? The Alys-Sigorn wedding is IMO a strong candidate for “best scene in the series,” and it’s probably exhibit A in the case for ADWD as the best book in that series (give or take Dany X and the dragontaming). It’s the surest sign that GRRM still knows what he’s doing and that the sedimentary layers of story are producing more powerful moments as he goes. It’s such a narratively dense event with so many resonances that you could spend days teasing it apart. Here’s just a brief overview.
At one level, the wedding symbolizes and enacts the alliance between the Stark North and the Free Folk, presided over by the Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch (himself having been raised in Winterfell, but also having ridden with the wildlings). It’s very ceremonial and ritualistic, GRRM taking his time setting it up and lingering on every detail so you really get what a momentous deal this is: a powerful wildling leader and the daughter of a significant Northern house joining to forge something new. This carries such weight with us because we’ve been living with this bitter divide and the knowledge of how longstanding and entrenched it is for multiple books. Climbing this hill seemed nigh-impossible back in ASOS when Stannis proposed it; now, we see a real ray of hope. And of course, this dovetails so beautifully with what happens at chapter’s end: the horn blast announcing Tormund Giantsbane’s arrival to cement that pact.
This sense of harmonic resolution wouldn’t mean much, though, if it didn’t also extend to the bride and groom specifically. Alys coming to Jon (specifically as Ned’s son) and securing his help against Cregan and Arnolf marks a symbolic reconciliation between Houses Stark and Karstark. Instead of the latter house as an enemy, as they’ve been since early in ASOS, we now see them as a complex family riven by internal conflict, and there’s a chance to set things right. It helps, of course, that Alys is immediately one of the most lovable characters in the story: “Let him be scared of me.” As for Sigorn, his father died at Castle Black thanks to Jon’s defenses, and earlier in ADWD, Sigorn himself opposed assimilation to the point of threatening Jon’s life. Here, however, he brings the Thenns into the larger realm and makes a very moving peace–and of course he, too, is written to encourage empathy in the wedding scene, coming off nervous, awkward, and ultimately good-hearted.
But what really makes this scene shine, undergirding and emphasizing all of the above, is the imagery. It…glows.
And Melisandre said, “Let them come forth, who would be joined.” The flames cast her shadow on the Wall behind her, and her ruby gleamed against the paleness of her throat.
Jon turned to Alys Karstark. “My lady. Are you ready?”
“Yes. Oh, yes.”
“You’re not scared?”
The girl smiled in a way that reminded Jon so much of his little sister that it almost broke his heart. “Let him be scared of me.”The snowflakes were melting on her cheeks, but her hair was wrapped in a swirl of lace that Satin had found somewhere, and the snow had begun to collect there, giving her a frosty crown. Her cheeks were flushed and red, and her eyes sparkled.
“Winter’s lady.” Jon squeezed her hand.
The Magnar of Thenn stood waiting by the fire, clad as if for battle, in fur and leather and bronze scales, a bronze sword at his hip. His receding hair made him look older than his years, but as he turned to watch his bride approach, Jon could see the boy in him. His eyes were big as walnuts, though whether it was the fire, the priestess, or the woman that had put the fear in him Jon could not say. Alys was more right than she knew.
“Who brings this woman to be wed?” asked Melisandre.
“I do,” said Jon. “Now comes Alys of House Karstark, a woman grown and flowered, of noble blood and birth.” He gave her hand one last squeeze and stepped back to join the others.
“Who comes forth to claim this woman?” asked Melisandre.
“Me.” Sigorn slapped his chest. “Magnar of Thenn.”
“Sigorn,” asked Melisandre, “will you share your fire with Alys, and warm her when the night is dark and full of terrors?”
“I swear me.” The Magnar’s promise was a white cloud in the air. Snow dappled his shoulders. His ears were red. “By the red god’s flames, I warm her all her days.”
“Alys, do you swear to share your fire with Sigorn, and warm him when the night is dark and full of terrors?”
“Till his blood is boiling.” Her maiden’s cloak was the black wool of the Night’s Watch. The Karstark sunburst sewn on its back was made of the same white fur that lined it.
Melisandre’s eyes shone as bright as the ruby at her throat. “Then come to me and be as one.” As she beckoned, a wall of flames roared upward, licking at the snowflakes with hot orange tongues. Alys Karstark took her Magnar by the hand.
Side by side they leapt the ditch.
“Two went into the flames.” A gust of wind lifted the red woman’s scarlet skirts till she pressed them down again. “One emerges.” Her coppery hair danced about her head. “What fire joins, none may put asunder.”
This is hope rendered in radiant red and gold; this is what endgame looks like. We saw it, just a flash of it, as their leap (like Theon and Jeyne’s, several chapters later) reached its apex. This leap over the flames and everything that goes with it exists in defiance of the Long Night, in spite of the army of the dead. It’s a fire to circle around, a well from which to draw strength, and a foundation for what comes next. House Thenn’s sigil is appropriate; they represent the Dawn.
yaaaay, I finished this one (more or less). Free time is getting shorter and shorter with every day, but i wanted to finish this. Also, because I have already ideas for Barry and wanted to sketch something before university starts anew (more hell starts anew).
This is the sacred chalice-dragon slayer (grump warrior) outfit.
One close up and the whole picture.
The emblem on the sword has written danny sexbang on it (very small).The unicorn head is made of ivory and has real unicorn hair attached to it. It empowers the sword. Three blades formed like a trident, so it can pierce through the flesh of a beast with ease or through shells etc… His jumpsuit is made of dragon scales/leather. The armory seems to be like gold, but it isn’t. It is a rare material that withstands extreme heat (his jumpsuit too).
haaa I am really sorry for the bad colored snow and messy colored tree. I really need to get better with backgrounds.
The skeleton of the wings was actually finished last month, only I didn’t start making the armor for it until several days ago. The black layered parts should be green by tomorrow. This is gonna be big, like four-meters-wide-when spread big.
I had a difficult time coming up with the design for the wing armor. It’s easier to fit armor on avian wings (see: Akroma). Besides, I can’t just put armor on the forearm segments because of that extra membrane Bolas has. That’s why I decided on that layered scale/leather motif I’ve been using for the front of forearm segments while the rest get armor.
I’m also not sure whether to make the thumb hooked (as always) or pointing up and outward (as in the HOU art). I’m gonna decide on that during the next few days as I make them.
A mostly blue dragon tail with a yellow underbelly. Made with anodized aluminum scales, a full line of chrome spikes down the spine, and a diamond-shaped leather spade tip in blue.
I included a close-up of the tip of the tail to show the lobster clasps that hold the spade tip. And also a photo under fluorescent lights to show how hard it is to get this blue to show up properly in photos. White balance is weird, guys.
Anyway, the stats on this one: it measures 33 inches from tip to top of belt line, and the spade tip adds 2.5 inches. In total it weighs 3 pounds 6 ounces.
ok but what's its diet, are their wings made of leather or scales, how dense will their scales be, will they become stronger as they age, do they molt slowly or all at once, will we make them more mammalian or reptilian, what's the possibility of a fire drake mutating into an ice drake, do they spit fire or do they breathe fire, what are the chances they will turn on our orcs
(Mostly) finished Mermaid Armor Clawed Gauntlet! I’m quite satisfied with how its turned out, given that its the most complex bracer I’ve made so far.
I’m hoping to make a pair to put in my etsy shop sans claws. they are, unfortunately, a bit too precise to make without knowing someones exact measurements and having them available for at least 3 fittings throughout the process.
Now I just need to get off my butt and finish the pauldron as well.
You took your job as a lifeguard seriously, which meant staying an hour after the pool closed to make sure everything was locked up and where it belonged.
The boy in the leather jacket trying to scale the fence definitely didn’t belong, you thought.
From you stood near the restrooms, you could clearly see what he looked like, the summer sunset perfectly showed off his jawline that could cut marble. The boy finally made it over which impressed you, you’d witnessed tons of kids try and fail to make it over.
Well, now would be a perfect time to intervene.
“That can’t be legal,” You called out, obviously startling him since he nearly slipped into the deep end of the pool.
“Why are you here so late?” He asked, clearly confused.
Your eyes widened at his question, “You break into where I work and ask me why i’m here? Dude…”
The boy chuckled as he shook his head, “I’m Ethan and I have a Youtube channel with my brother, he uh dared me to sneak in.” He held up the little go pro camera as he spoke.
You knew he looked familiar, your little cousins were into his videos.
“Did you get the footage you needed?” You asked.
A grin formed on his lips, “Well yeah, but a clip of me jumping into the pool would be great…”
You thought it over for a second before reaching for the camera, “You gonna jump in fully clothed or?”
Ethan smirked as his eyes scanned over the standard red one piece you wore, “Nah, i’ll strip down.”
Maybe a little after hours break in wasn’t so bad.
This is for Nessian Smut Week (fans myself ‘cause boi is it getting hot). You should probably have a mature mind before reading the story. *But let’s all establish that dirty minds are welcomed as well!* Anyways fair warning this is the first time I have ever attempted any sort of smutty goodness…or in this case it could be a crash and burn smutty fic! Let me know what you think and I will try to improve my writing style!
Nesta walked through the Illyrian camp with commanding posture. She had just finished helping the younger trainees during their agility exercises. Nesta made it a point to train both the females and males together to bring forth positive connections. Considering how the older males were a bad influence on demeaning the females Nesta made it a point to demolish those negative views. Perhaps overtime the younger generation will work side-by-side without the threat of cutting off wings and having a sole purpose for breeding. The thought of it made Nesta shiver in rage at the thought of the females’ wings being clipped and told they had to breed.
The warmer season was finally here. Snow flurries turned into sleet and the frosty air gradually warmed to melt the snow that blanketed the pine trees and ground. Nesta was glad that today harbored mostly clear skies. A perfect day for the Illyrians to fly and train in the sky.
Nesta passed by the last training rings filled with sparring soldiers. She nodded her head in greeting to a few of them who returned her greeting with respect.
It had taken a considerable amount of time to earn the respect she received from most of the Illyrians. Nesta didn’t regret one moment of the fights of steel will, wit and blade that enabled her to have the valued position she held.
It didn’t take long to walk through the tented areas centered around large fire pits. She neared the tree line where permanent buildings stood against the backdrop of the forest. The gray stone reflected light from the sun and smoke filtered from the chimneys.
Evening had settled by the time she had finished training the younger ones and honestly she was ready for a hot meal and warm bath. Nesta entered one of the gray houses. Rhysand’s mother previously owned it. Cassian usually made sure that him and Nesta would have the building during their stays at the camps. Some of the generals still gave them shit for it, but they couldn’t argue too much since there had been five more buildings recently built to help house the Illyrians. Two of them were made specifically for the younger ones. Cassian was extremely proud of those homes and made a point to make sure it was up-kept by the residents. Then there was one building to house the sick and injured to make sure their recovery process was quickened. No sense of being out in the cold with injuries and illnesses when they could be quickly treated indoors. The fifth new house was home to the strongest Illyrians who proved their worth. It was a reward that many Illyrians sought and thus made the soldiers work harder to earn a room.
Nesta entered the house her and Cassian shared this month. She looked around the front room. The kitchen, living area and dining room were empty. There were no sounds coming from upstairs, which meant Cassian was still with the war generals in a meeting. Usually Nesta accompanied him to the meetings, but she decided to train the young ones today instead.
Nesta smiled. This meant would have time to bathe and try on the new Illyrian leathers she received from one of the female warriors who was skilled in tailoring. It was one of the new types of fighting gear designed specifically for a woman’s body. Nesta was thrilled to try it on considering most of the armour she tried on fit either too loose or far too tight.
She went to the far end of the house and opened the door to the bathing room. It was cramped, but Nesta was thankful that the home even had a tub that offered warm water along with a toilet and sink. Within minutes she finished bathing and went up the narrow staircase to the room she shared with Cassian.
She wondered when her mate would arrive back from his meeting. Sometimes he would be gone long into the night. Tonight though she wanted him back home and in their bed. They were so preoccupied with the camps this past week that they didn’t have a moment of free time to vent out the sexual tension that rippled through them. A few times Nesta wanted to tackle Cassian in the ring whenever he would send her suggestive images of what he wanted to do to her. Many of which involved them rolling around in the mud and releasing the beasts that lingered inside them. The kind of beasts that didn’t care who was watching or where they were when they claimed each other in the most intrinsic ways possible. Nesta had shot back similar images along with a gaze that made Cassian narrow his eyes in want.
Nesta decided that tonight she was going to give Cassian a taste of those images they sent each other down the bond.
You have no idea how ecstatic I am right now to not have to color while moving hand on another surface blindly *cough wacom tablets* after 10 years. Now if only I had some sort of #artistglove to use and stream art with while using lol. I kid i kid @theartistglove . Side note you should do some scaley dragon scales or leather patterns too.. I played with idea other night. The basic generic one will come in tomorrow so I’ll just have to be super super careful til then. #Deadjack aka #Deadpool #jackskellington will be the first piece on this to be colored…super pumped. #worksinprogress #mashupart #illustration #nightmarebeforechristmas #theartistglove