lighting-lad

fire-night-sky  asked:

sNOW DAY IN THE EARLY DAYS

YOU HEARD MY PLEA!!! 


cosmic boy: He doesn’t really like the cold, being from a warm planet, but he does like the aspect of being warmed up after the cold from being hit by snow balls by Garth and Tinya.

 saturn girl: THIS LITTLE CHEAT loves to use her powers in EPIC snow ball fights and when it comes to epic snow men and sculptures. Though with Garth, she does love to get her hands dirty and throw classic snow balls at him.

lightning lad: THIS nerd gets his revenge on Rokk by using the snow for white washing him or even putting the frozen stuff down his shirt. This ginger certainly has NO SOUL in the snow.

bouncing boy: Even young he was a talented cook who loved to make things to warm his friends up. Hot coco and cookies for everyone to warm up from after their fun while he stayed inside, seeing how his powers make him cold faster but he does like to play outside with a small snow ball fight.

triplicate girl: Who says war is fair? She has triple power in snow ball fights as she can split between three different girls and can pretty much have an advantage in the brawl in snow.

Mac Ruaidh - Part Three

Part One, Part Two


It was too hot for Jamie to sleep. It had been years since Jamie slept in a proper bed in a proper room and it would take some time to get used to being close enough to a fire to keep properly warm. But he didn’t dare cross to open the window. Much as he would appreciate the relief of a bit of the January chill creeping in the room to counteract the effects of a hearth larger than the dimensions of the room required it to be, Jamie was terrified of what it might do to William sleeping nestled wrapped in blankets in the basket he’d arrived in earlier.

As his mind spiraled from William developing a cold to taking fever because of the open window, Jamie could feel the memory of Claire rolling her eyes before launching into a lecture about her germs and how it wasn’t cold temperatures that caused colds before finally conceding that yes, it would still probably be safer for him to keep the window shut.

There was another person who might object to such measures––the wet nurse Lady Dunsany had summoned, a young widow named Sabrina who had lost first her husband and then her three-month-old child to fever between Christmas and the New Year. The quiet woman had a cot of her own in an adjoining room she was sharing with one of the housemaids.

Lying awake and unmoving on the bed so as not to generate further heat, Jamie listened to the once familiar sounds of a house in the night. The logs in the hearth crackled quietly with occasional louder pops; the glass panes in the small window rattled whenever the wind picked up; the creaking floorboards in the hall and the cramped servants’ quarters beyond signaled other household staff moving about as they finally came to bed for the night or waking, made use of the chamber pot before resuming their unconscious states.

But the most prominent sound and the one that kept Jamie awake even as it calmed his nerves was the steady breathing and occasional groans of William beside him. Jamie would find some way to fashion a proper cradle for the baby before long but until then he refused to leave William’s basket on the floor while they both slept and instead had nestled the basket among the blankets on the bed. There was just enough space for the basket when Jamie lay on his back with one arm draped around the woven curve but he felt most reassured when he curled his body protectively around it; the fear of knocking the basket and its bairn out of the bed lessened significantly. But lying on his back was the easiest way to feel that it wasn’t just the bairn in the bed beside him. The sounds of the house weren’t dissimilar to those of Lallybroch and Sabrina’s snoring in the next room brought a smile to his lips and memories of Claire––and her insistence that it was he who snored and not her––to his tired mind.

There was a hitch in the baby’s breathing and Jamie snapped up to peer inside. William’s fist was in his mouth but he needed something that offered sustenance rather than succor. Jamie reached in and swept him up and cradled him to his chest before he could begin to truly fuss. The warmth of his father against his cheek lulled William long enough for Jamie to slip out of bed, ease open the door between his room and the women’s, and gently rouse Sabrina for William’s feeding.

He tended the fire while she sat in a stupor, William latched to her breast but her arms holding him stiffly and she wouldn’t look at him.

“Did you wake him to feed?” she asked as the need to switch William from one breast to the other temporarily roused her from her stupor.

Jamie glanced over, his gaze falling on the back of his son’s head as it turned in search of the rest of his meal. Grinning when the boy found it, Jamie suddenly realized he’d been essentially gawking at the poor woman’s exposed breast and looked away again, grateful that the resultant flush could be blamed on the heat of the fire before him.

“No,” he muttered, finally answering her question. “No, I didna wake him. I was restless myself and heard him rouse. I’m… I’m no used to sleepin’ in the house,” he confessed.

“Me either. Not a house this grand. Thank you, by the way, for catching him before he could cry.” Surprised, Jamie looked over to see her eyes fastened unblinking on the flames in the hearth, shining with sorrow. “If he’d cried… If I’d heard him cry like that I wouldn’t have realized it wasn’t…”

“What was yer bairn’s name? The one ye lost,” Jamie asked quietly, gently.

The reply came in a whisper. “Carina… her name was Carina.”

Jamie nodded and swallowed before telling her, “Faith. My wife and I lost a lass at birth… years ago now. She was called Faith.”

“When did you lose your wife?”

There were times Jamie could feel the shape and weight of every minute he’d spent without Claire; that he could stack them in piles reaching the ceiling and group them into the days, weeks, months, and years they’d been apart. And other times it was a distinctly unquantifiable mass that he couldn’t escape––would never escape… not until death.

“Years ago now,” he repeated knowing this young widow still enveloped in her own grief would be able to understand the struggle to find a way to carry on and live within grief’s muffling embrace.

“Thank ye,” he added a moment later. “For helpin’ wi’ my wee lad.”

Sabrina nodded and finally looked down at the infant suckling her breast. “He seems to be a strong one.” Her voice was hollow but she shifted her arms and her hold of William softened.

Whether the movement unsettled him or he had simply consumed his fill, William disengaged from Sabrina and promptly began to writhe and fuss.

Jamie was there in an instant and had him away from the wet nurse.

“He ate too fast,” she suggested, readjusting her shift and rising from the chair to return to bed. “Rub his back a bit and walk him about the room. He should settle back down.” The door between the rooms closed quietly and Jamie was left to calm his son on his own.

It still amazed him just how small and light the lad was, how fragile. And yet there was growing strength and coordination as Jamie felt William’s tiny arms pushing back against his collarbone and fighting to raise his head. The efforts exhausted him, however, and had failed to alleviate his discomfort. The stiff fingers of Jamie’s right hand held William’s small torso in place while his thumb swept back and forth across the back in a steady rhythm that reduced William’s cries to a weak whimper. Jamie felt the tension leak out of William as the bubble of gas worked its way up and out of his belly. Though the smell was faintly sour, there was no dampness on his shoulder so William’s meal had successfully stayed put.

Jamie grinned and rested his cheek lightly against the small head.

An eruption from his own stomach startled him and made him laugh.

“Now yer belly’s full, mine seems to want a bite too,” he murmured. In the confusion of arranging the room and bringing his things in from the loft, Jamie had only had a few quick bites of supper in passing and hadn’t been able to take an extra bit of bread or cheese to have later as was his habit. “What say we take a short walk down to the kitchens, eh?” he told William, laying the baby on the bed long enough to pull on a pair of breeks.

William stretched, his body arching briefly and the blanket that had wrapped him slid off his legs so that his feet were exposed to the cold. The toes curled and he reflexively drew the limbs back closer to his body and the warmth of his core. Jamie pounced at the opportunity and quickly swaddled the baby as tightly as he dared, grateful to escape having to pin William’s arms and legs in place himself.

“Now, ye must be quiet as a wee mouse looking for scraps left by the kitchen maids,” Jamie whispered as he eased his way into the corridor with William tucked into the crook of one arm. William squirmed and emitted a small mouse-like squeak that made Jamie smile broadly.

The fires in the kitchen were never allowed to go out for the sake of practicality so the large room was invitingly warm even as Jamie’s bare feet slipped from the wooden steps of the servants’ back stair to the cool flat stones that lined the kitchen floor’s outer edges; as he moved closer to the main preparations table and the fire, they grew warmer to the touch.

“Is everything all right?” a voice inquired from a seat near the window.

Jamie spun to see Lord John with a fork in one hand and a plate in the other, a half-finished piece of mincemeat pie resting neatly upon it.

Jamie rolled his eyes as he closed them before looking down to check William hadn’t been disturbed by the abrupt movement. “Aye,” he said in a low even tone. “We’re fine.” The calm that had been on him as he made his way down to the kitchen––the peace of a household at rest––had fallen away. The surprise of Grey’s presence and the anticipation of a conversation he did not wish to have had sent a jolt through his system so that the pangs of his hunger were forgotten as a rush of other information flooded his senses. There were three ways out of the kitchen, the nearest being the stairs at his back, but those would only lead him deeper into the house as would the door in the far left corner; the door to the far right corner would lead to the yard and open air but Grey was still closer to both than he was and Lord John held nothing more dear than stale pie left from an elaborate dinner; it being a kitchen though, there were plenty of implements that could be used as weapons. None of which should matter because there was no real threat to either himself or the baby and yet as he stepped closer to the table––Grey having risen and carried his plate back with a gesture inviting Jamie to join him in his midnight snack––Jamie was able to do so with the steady sureness of someone prepared for anything.

Grey cut a second piece of pie from the leftovers and set the plate near the fire for a few moments to heat up. Jamie busied himself by tending to William, readjusting his blankets and settling him more firmly in the crook of his right arm.

Grey set the plate and a fork in front of Jamie. “Do you need me to hold him while you eat?”

Jamie took the fork up easily in his left hand and shook his head. “I’ll be fine.” He took care not to smile as Grey blinked with amazement at Jamie’s ability to eat left-handed.

They ate in a silence that grew increasingly tense as each waited the other out to see who would broach the subject first.

“Why in God’s name did you agree to this arrangement?” Grey finally asked, setting his own fork down forcefully. “Did you hope to buy favor with Lord Dunsany and his wife by volunteering a solution that would allow them to see their grandson? Because if you hoped this would win their support in petitioning on your behalf for being released from your parole, I’m afraid you’ll find it will actually have the opposite effect. They’ll want you here indefinitely if your leaving means you’ll take that boy with you. And if you simply wanted better treatment you need only have brought any mistreatment to my attention and I would have had a word with Lord Dunsany on the matter.”

“Are ye through?” Jamie asked when it appeared Grey was losing steam.

Grey let out a frustrated huff and picked up his fork again but only poked at the cooling piece of mince meat pie, the crust flaking off and making a mess in the pooling grease on the plate.

“I dinna expect ye to understand why I did it,” Jamie told him. “It doesna matter to me if ye do or no.”

“What do you expect you can offer this boy in your circumstances? It’s noble to offer to be a father to an orphaned child but––”

“I was a father long before this wee lad here,” Jamie interrupted firmly. “I became a father the day my wife told me she was with child. I didna stop being a father simply because the child was lost… no more than I stopped bein’ my father’s son the day he died. Ye dinna stop bein’ what ye were when circumstances change––ye can become more than what ye were before but ye dinna become less except by choice… except by how ye choose to see yerself.”

“That’s a noble philosophy but it doesn’t address the question of how you’ll provide for the boy––and I don’t just mean physically or monetarily,” Grey added. “The Dunsanys will see to both your needs as much as they can for the boy’s sake––with plenty of strings involved, I’m sure––but what do you plan to tell him? About his mother? About yourself? Christ, Jamie, I’m the only one here who even knows your true name.”

“I’ll tell him as much of the truth as I can but I’ll no lie to him,” Jamie informed Grey. “When he’s older and I’m able to take him far enough from Helwater for it to make no difference, I’ll tell him everything.”

Grey was shaking his head, still unconvinced.

“I hope you know what you’re doing,” Grey finally said, rising from the table and dumping the last few bites of his pie into the fire. It flared up as the flames ignited the grease.

Jamie chuckled and Grey’s head spun to watch him in confusion. “Of course I dinna ken what I’m doing––no father does. It’s something ye learn as ye go, same as most things. But this lad is mine and I’ll do what it takes to keep him safe and raise him well… even askin’ for help if and when I need it.” Grey’s eyes narrowed. “I ken that Lord and Lady Dunsany will no want to see the lad go from them and it willna matter what his age or what rumors follow him. But I also ken it wasna their influence that saw me paroled here rather than transported.”

Jamie let the weight of his observation and the as yet unasked favor underlying it to settle.

Grey’s mouth dropped slightly open for a moment before he shut it again. He nodded his understanding and reminded Jamie, “You will let me know of any concerns that arise during my quarterly visits.”

One of the most glorious moments in Legion annals

4

The Origins And Powers Of The Legionnaires Part 1

originally presented in All-New Collectors’ Edition #55

words by Paul Levitz, art by James Sherman and Jack Abel

astrallouis  asked:

[KICKS DOWN UR DOOR] HI I HEAR WE'RE COMPLIMENTING THE LITERAL ANGEL THAT IS YOU, CONNOR, AKA RICHARDGORANSKI, AKA A LITERAL ANGEL, AKA A GORGEOUS LAD WHO LIGHTS UP SO MANY PPLS LIVES????? ANYWAY I LOVE YOU AND HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD DAY [GENTLY PLACES DOOR BACK ON HINGES]

UMMM UR SO SWEET WTF THANK U?

iconnu  asked:

Is DC going to use the 2017 crossover as a way to show once again how "evenly matched" Cap and Batman are? Last time I checked Cap has the super soldier serum, a hell of a lot longer to develop his fighting skills, and when it comes to Batman's gadgets - well if Cap can get through some of what Stark hit him with in Civil War I think he can deal with Bruce Wayne. Just saying is all. Also, if we get "movie Superman" who kills people isn't it a bust unless The Phoenix rolls into town?

well, for the record, after much research, here is the official list of all the  people that could easily beat up batman…

A-Bomb, Abe Sapien, Abin Sur, Abomination, Abrades, Absorbing Man, Adam Monroe, Adam Strange, Agent, Agent Bob, Agent Zero, Air-Walker, Ajax, Alan Scott, Alex Mercer, Alex Woolsly, Alfred Pennyworth, Alf, Alien, Allan Quatrain, Amazo, Ammo, Ando Masahashi, Angel, Angel, Angel Dust, Angel Salvadore, Angela, Animal Man, Annihilus, Ant-Man, Ant-Man II, Anti-Monitor, Anti-Spawn, Anti-Venom, Apocalypse, Aquababy, Equaled, Aquaman, Arachne, Archangel, Arclight, Ares, Ariel, Armor, Arsenal, Astro Boy, Atlas, Atom, Atom Girl, Atom I, Atom II, Atom III, Atom IV, Aurora, Azazel, Azrael, Aztar, Bane, Banshee, Bantam, Batgirl I, Batgirl II, Batgirl III, Batgirl IV, Batgirl V, Batgirl VI,  Battlestar, Batwoman, Beak, Beast, Beast Boy, Beetle, Ben 10, Beta Ray Bill, Beyond, Big Barda, Big Daddy, Big Man, Bill Harken, Billy Kincaid, Binary, Bird-Brain, Bird-Man, Bird-Man II, Birman, Bishop, Bizarro, Black Abbott, Black Adam, Black Bolt, Black Canary, Black Canary, Black Cat, Black Goliath, Black Knight III, Black Lightning, Black Mamba, Black Panther, Black Widow, Black Widow II, Blackout, Blackwing, Blackwulf, Blade, Blaquesmith, Bling!, Blink, Blizzard, Blizzard I, Blizzard II, Blob, Bloodaxe, Bloodhawk, Bloodwraith, Blue Beetle, Blue Beetle I, Blue Beetle II, Blue Beetle III, Bolt, Bomb Queen, Boom Boom, Boomer, Booster Gold, Box, Box III, Box IV, Brainiac, Brainiac 5, Brother Voodoo, Buffy, Bullseye, Bumblebee, Bumbleboy, Bushido, Cable, Callisto, Cameron Hicks, Cannonball, Captain America, Captain Atom, Captain Britain,  Captain Cold, Captain Epic, Captain Hindsight, Captain Mar-vell, Captain Marvel, Captain Marvel, Captain Marvel II, Captain Midnight, Captain Planet, Captain Universe, Carnage, Cat, Cat II, Catwoman, Cecilia Reyes, Century, Cerebra, Chamber, Chameleon, Changeling, Cheetah I, Cheetah II, Cheetah III, Chromos, Chuck Norris, Claire Bennet, Clea, Cloak, Clock King, Cogliostro, Colin Wagner, Colossal Boy, Colossus, Copycat, Corsair, Cottonmouth, Crimson, Crusader, Crimson Dynamo I, Crystal, Curse, Cy-Gor, Cyborg, Cyborg, Superman, Cyclops, Cypher, Dagger, Danny Cooper, Daphne Powell, Daredevil, Darkhawk, Darkman, Darkseid, Darkside, Darkstar, Dash, Dazzler, Deadman, Deadpool, Deadshot, Deathlok, Deathstroke, Demogoblin, Destroyer, DL Hawkins, Doc Samson, Doctor Doom, Doctor Doom II, Doctor Fate, Doctor Octopus, Doctor Strange, Domino, Donna Troy, Doomsday, Doppelganger, Dormammu, Dr Manhattan, Drax the Destroyer, Ego, Elastigirl, Electro, Elektra, Elle Bishop, Elongated Man, Emma Frost, Enchantress, Energy, ERG-1, Ethan Hunt, Etrigan, Evilhawk, Exodus, Fabian Cortez, Falcon, Fallen One II, Faora, Feral, Fighting Spirit, Fin Fang Foom, Firebird, Firelord, Firestar, Firestorm, Firestorm, Fixer, Flash Gordon, Flash I, Flash II, Flash III, Flash IV, Forge, Franklin Richards, Franklin Storm, Frenzy, Frigga, Galactus, Gambit, Gamora, Garbage Man, Gary Bell, General Zod, Genesis, Ghost Rider, Ghost Rider II, Giant-Man, Giant-Man II, Gigantic, Gladiator, Goblin Queen, Goku, Goliath, Goliath II, Goliath III, Goliath IV, Gorilla Grodd, Granny Goodness, Gravity, Green Arrow, Green Goblin, Green Goblin II, Green Goblin III, Green Goblin IV, Groot, Guardian, Guy Gardner, Hal Jordan, Hancock, Harley Quinn, Havok, Hawk, Hawkeye, Hawkeye II, Hawkgirl, Hawkman, Hawkwoman I, Hawkwoman II, Hawkwoman III, Heat Wave, Hellboy, Hellcat, Hellstorm, Hercules, Hiro Nakamura, Hit-Girl, Hobgoblin, Hollow, Hope Summers, Howard the Duck, Hulk, Human Torch, Huntress, Husk, Hybrid, Hydro-Man, Hyperion, Iceman, Impulse, Indigo, Ink, Invisible Woman, Iron Fist, Iron Man, Iron Monger, Isis, Jack Bauer, Jack of Hearts, Jack-Jack, James Bond, Jason Bourne, Jean Grey, Jennifer Kale, Jesse Quick, Jessica Jones, Jessica Sanders, Jigsaw, Jim Powell, JJ Powell, Johann Krauss, John Constantine, John Stewart, John Wraith, Joker, Jolt, Jubilee, Juggernaut, Junkpile, Justice, Kang, Katniss Everdeen, Kevin 11, Kick-Ass, Kid Flash, Kid Flash II, Killer Croc, Killer Frost, Kilowog, King Shark, Kingpin, Klaw, Kool-Aid Man, Kraven II, Kraven the Hunter, Krypto 5, Lady Bullseye, Lady Deathstrike, Leader, Leech, Lex Luthor, Light Lass, Lightning Lad, Lightning Lord, Living Brain, Liz Sherman, Lizard, Lobo, Loki, Longshot, Luke Cage, Luke Campbell, Luke Skywalker, Luna, Lyja, Mach-IV, Machine Man, Magneto, Magog, Magus, Man-Bat, Man-Thing, Man-Wolf, Mandarin, Martian Manhunter, Marvel Girl, Master Brood, Master Chief, Match, Matt Parkman, Maverick, Maxima, Maya Herrera, Medusa, Meltdown, Mephisto, Mera, Metallo, Metamorpho, Meteorite, Metron, Micah Sanders, Micro Lad, Mimic, Misfit, Miss Martian, Mister Fantastic, Mister Freeze, Mister Mxyzptlk, Mister Sinister, Mister Zsasz, Mockingbird, Mogo, Molinder, Molten Man, Monarch, Monica Dawson, Moon Knight, Moonstone, Morlun, Morph, Moses, Magnum, Mr Incredible, Ms Marvel II, Multiple Man, Mysterio, Mystique, Namor, Namora, Namorita, Naruto Uzumaki, Nathan Petrelli, Negasonic Teenage Warhead, Nick Fury, Nightcrawler, Nightwing, Niki Sanders, Nina Theroux, Nite Owl II, Northstar, Nova, Nova, Offspring, Omega Red, Omniscient, One Punch Man, Onslaught, Oracle, Osiris, Overtkill, Paul Blart, Penance, Penance I, Penance II, Penguin, Peter Petrelli, Phantom, Phantom Girl, Phoenix, Plantman, Plastic Lad, Plastic Man, Plastique, Poison Ivy, Polaris, Power Girl, Power Man, Predator, Professor X, Professor Zoom, Proto-Goblin, Psylocke, Punisher, Purple Man, Pyro, Quantum, Question, Quicksilver, Quill, Ra’s Al Ghul, Rachel Pirzad, Rambo, Raven, Razor-Fist, Red Arrow, Red Hood, Red Hulk, Red Mist, Red Robin, Red Skull, Red Tornado, Redeemer II, Redeemer III, Renata Solid, Retro Girl, Rhino, Rick Flag, Riddler, Rip Hunter, Ripcord, Robin I, Robin II, Robin III, Robin V, Robin VI, Rocket Raccoon, Rogue, Ronin, Rorschach, Sabertooth, Sage, Sandman, Sasquatch, Scarecrow, Scarlet Spider, Scarlet Spider II, Scarlet Witch, Scorpia, Scorpion, Sebastian Shaw, Sentry, Shadow King, Shadowcat, Shang-Chi, Shatterstar, She-Hulk, She-Thing, Shocker, Shriek, Shrek, Shrinking Violet, Sif, Silk, Silk Spectre, Silk Spectre II, Silver Surfer, Silverclaw, Sinestro, Siren, Siren II, Siryn, Skaar, Snake-Eyes, Snowbird, Sobek, Solomon Grundy, Songbird, Space Ghost, Spawn, Spectre, Speedball, Speedy, Spider-Carnage, Spider-Girl, Spider-Gwen, Spider-Man, Spider-Woman, Spider-Woman II, Spider-Woman III, Spider-Woman IV, Spyke, Stacy X, Star-Lord, Stardust, Starfire, Stargirl, Steel, Stephanie Powell, Storm, Stormtrooper, Sunspot, Superboy, Superboy-Prime, Supergirl, Superman, Swamp Thing, Swarm, Sylar, Synch, T-1000, Tempest, Thanos, The Cape, The Comedian, Thing, Thor, Thor Girl, Thunderbird, Thunderbird II, Thunderbird III, Thunderstrike, Thundra, Tiger Shark, Tigra, Tina Fey, Tinkerer, Titan, Toad, Toxin, Tracy Strauss, Trickster, Triplicate Girl, Triton, Two-Face, Ultragirl, Ultron, Utgard-Loki, Vagabond, Valerie Hart, Valkyrie, Vanisher, Venom, Venom II, Venom III, Vertigo II, Vibe, Vindicator, Vindicator II, Violator, Violet, Vision, Vision II, Vixen, Vulcan, Vulture, Walrus, War Machine, Warbird, Warlock, Warp, Warpath, Wasp, Watcher, Weapon XI, White Canary, White Queen, Wildfire, Winter Soldier, Wiz Kid, Wolfsbane, Wolverine, Wonder Girl, Wonder Man, Wonder Woman, Wondra, Wyatt Wingfoot, X, X-23, X-Man, Y, Yellow Claw, Yellowjacket, Yellowjacket II, Ymir, Yoda, Zatanna, Zoom, and Zora 

Originally posted by youronthebarrygibbtalkshow

Buried Alive, or, Ten Years of Penal Servitude in Siberia. Fyodor Dostoyevsky. New York: Henry Holt, 1881. First American edition, first printing. Translated by Marie von Tilo.

“I remember seeing once a prisoner, who had regained his liberty after twenty years of captivity, take leave of his comrades. Some of his fellow-prisoners remembered him when he had come in first — a light-hearted lad, who cared little for the crime he had committed and still less for his punishment. He left the place a grey-haired old man, with a sad and gloomy face.”

anonymous asked:

So titles don't matter only when it comes to Jon? But they do when it comes to Daenerys? She just has to be Queen? How about she gives up her titles for the bigger picture? Why does he even have to do so to get her help? That doesn't paint her in a good light.

Again, how does it not paint her in a good light when Lads specifically says Dany doesn’t even want Jon to kneel AFTER she’s seen the White Walkers for herself? You’re all so hung up on this idea that Dany is still obsessed with Jon kneeling when it makes total sense for her to doubt him since she’s never witnessed what he’s seen beyond the Wall. It’s the reason Jon goes on the wight hunt, he realizes he has to SHOW Cersei what they’re up against. Dany’s tune apparently changes after she’s been to the North, Cersei however only cares about power even after the dragonpit so take a wild guess whose the shitty person between the two.

Gonna Fly Away

Hello Emus! Guess what? YEEEEESS! New one shot. It’s been years, decades, sinc I posted something decent. (And no, that short thing about Rae and Finn in bed does not count, though I will continue I don’t know how, I don’t know when…)

Anyway, I’m back into writing. Why? I dunno. Inspiration has come to me and I have something prepared for you. It will be posted soon. And I think you’re gonna love it. Now I leave you with one of the stories I said I’d be posting. The one from series 3 (because I have this love/hate relationship with that season and so many ideas have come to my mind (good and bad ones). 

You maybe think it’s kinda short but I’ve written it real quick. I started yesterday and I’ve finished a few minutes ago. I haven’t even checked the mistakes, but I thought I owe you something good, so… I’m gonna be working all December (weekends included) and I’ll be suuuuper exhausted but I’ll try to write as much as possible. 

Enjoy!

FANFIC MASTERPOST HERE


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He meditates on the different options he has. He’s been thinking about it for weeks now and it’s time to take one of the biggest decisions he has made in his short life.

He takes the phone in his hand and clicks on different numbers and waits until someone says Hello on the other side of the line. When he finally speaks, his voice sounds weird, afraid, nervous…

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anonymous asked:

Varys describes Aegon to Kevan in a quote I can't post here because of the character limit, but starts with "Aegon has been shaped to rule..." to "Aegon knows kingship is his duty...". He seemed like a decent guy until we actually met him through Tyrion. In an example of telling vs showing, Aegon VI appears rather... douchey. Read again that paragraph with Arya in mind. She fits the description, doesn't she? Is GRRM saying Arya's fit to rule or is it red herring?

Okay, I’m breaking this message up into two parts (it was getting way too long,) starting with your questions about Aegon. I’ll answer the second bit about who’s fit to rule in a second post.

Here’s the full quote:

“He is here. Aegon has been shaped for rule since before he could walk. He has been trained in arms, as befits a knight to be, but that was not the end of his education. He reads and writes, he speaks several tongues, he has studied history and law and poetry. A septa has instructed him in the mysteries of the Faith since he was old enough to understand them. He has lived with fisherfolk, worked with his hands, swum in rivers and mended nets and learned to wash his own clothes at need. He can fish and cook and bind up a wound, he knows what it is like to be hungry, to be hunted, to be afraid. Tommen has been taught that kingship is his right. Aegon knows that kingship is his duty, that a king must put his people first, and live and rule for them. Kevan, ADWD

Well, I do feel like we’re lacking the full story on “Aegon” to be honest. We really only have so little of him. (Side note: I’m going to call him Aegon despite the dubious nature of his identity just because it’s easier.)

For the first part, the parts about his education, Varys definitely seems to have been truthful:

Tyrion watched with mismatched eyes, and said, “The boy is bright. You have done well by him. Half the lords in Westeros are not so learned, sad to say. Languages, history, songs, sums…”Tyrion, ADWD

And hisfight with Duck attests to his strength in arms I would think.

The thing is that Aegon could be mad and a total douche as you suggest, or he could just be young enough to come off as bratty to an increasingly morose Tyrion. Considering that Tyrion was more or less antagonizing him during their discussions (to the point that Tyrion is nagging him to pick at his pride and anger him,) it’s really hard to be certain. I lean more to the idea that Aegon is kind of a jerk just because I think the hints are there, and it makes sense from a storytelling perspective, but at the same time, what did he really do? Most of what he does can be explained as being young, foolish, and a brat. He’s only 14 or so (15 maybe.) Around the same age as Jon at the start who has his fair share of bratty moments despite being a good guy. 

He certainly seems better than AGoT!Joffrey (you know, when he was pretending to be a good person.) He’s the one noted to pull Tyrion out of the water when Duck throws him in:

Ser Rolly grabbed Tyrion by the collar. “Let us see how dwarfs swim,” he said, chucking him headlong into the Rhoyne.

The dwarf laughed last; he could paddle passably well, and did … until his legs began to cramp. Young Griff extended him a pole. Tyrion, ADWD

  He also laughs easily.

He pulled off the other boot, then did a cartwheel along the deck, spraying all of them.

Young Griff laughed. “Where did you learn that?” Tyrion, ADWD

He does actual work.

Later, when Young Griff went up on deck to help Yandry with the sails and poles…

At the prow of the Shy Maid, Young Griff stood with the third pole, to push them away from hazards as they loomed up through the mists. 

He’s willing to listen and interested in Tyrion’s advice:

The dwarf pushed his black dragon across a range of mountains. “But what do I know? Your false father is a great lord, and I am just some twisted little monkey man. Still, I’d do things differently.”

That got the boy’s attention. “How differently?” 

If anything, he seems foolish, spoiled, and rash. It’s actually different than Joffrey since he more wants to be involved in battles. He’s stubborn.

The old woman may be right. This place is no good. I feel as if I am back in the privy again, watching my father die. He would go mad as well if he had to spend his days in this grey soup whilst his flesh and bones turned to stone.

Young Griff did not seem to share his misgivings. “Let them try and trouble us, we’ll show them what we’re made of.” Tyrion, ADWD

Griff drew his longsword. “Yollo, light the torches. Lad, take Lemore back to her cabin and stay with her.”

Young Griff gave his father a stubborn look. “Lemore knows where her cabin is. I want to stay.”

“We are sworn to protect you,” Lemore said softly. “I don’t need to be protected. I can use a sword as well as Duck. I’m half a knight.” 

“And half a boy,” said Griff. “Do as you are told. Now.”

The youth cursed under his breath and flung his pole down onto the deck. The sound echoed queerly in the fog, and for a moment it was as if poles were falling around them. “Why should I run and hide? Haldon is staying, and Ysilla. Even Hugor.”

“Aye,” said Tyrion, “but I’m small enough to hide behind a duck.” He thrust half a dozen torches into the brazier’s glowing coals and watched the oiled rags flare up. Don’t stare at the fire, he told himself. The flames would leave him night blind.

“You’re a dwarf,” Young Griff said scornfully.  

“I’ll send a rider,” said Franklyn Flowers, “but the lad won’t much like the idea of staying safe, I tell you that. He wants to be in the thick o’ things.” Connington, ADWD

The prince sat. “We’ve been talking with Strickland and Flowers. They told us about this attack on Storm’s End that you’re planning.”

Jon Connington did not let his fury show. “And did Homeless Harry try to persuade you to delay it?”

“He did, actually,” the prince said, “but I won’t. Harry’s an old maid, isn’t he? You have the right of it, my lord. I want the attack to go ahead … with one change. I mean to lead it.” Jon Connington, ADWD

He definitely acts petulant, but just the desire to lead an attack sets him apart from most of the leaders in ASoIaF actually. He wants to be involved, he wants to do things and get into the fray as opposed to some other leaders we see. Some are content to direct from the background or the ones who want the power but don’t fight for it.

And that is kind of what I interpreted Varys to mean when he says that Aegon “knows kingship is his duty”. He wants to lead the attack from his people, and he’s more proactive and discontent to be pampered and protected from the background. That’s not necessarily smart, mind you, but it could be what Varys meant.

He’s young which could explains a lot of his negative traits that we see.

The lad did not seem appeased. The perfect prince but still half a boy for all that, with little and less experience of the world and all its woes

 Young Griff arrayed his army for attack, with dragon, elephants, and heavy horse up front. A young man’s formation, as bold as it is foolish. He risks all for the quick kill. Tyrion, ADWD

Tyrion even notes how he has “a young man’s formation, as bold as it is foolish” for cyvasse and that he is “still half a boy” and has “little and less experiences of the world and all its woes.” He’s sheltered and young. He doesn’t seem to be cruel so much as having a temper, being petulant and prone to childish displays of authority.

Young Griff jerked to his feet and kicked over the board. Cyvasse pieces flew in all directions, bouncing and rolling across the deck of the Shy Maid. “Pick those up,” the boy commanded. Tyrion, ADWD

“Escort His Grace to my solar,” he commanded. “At once.”

Prince Aegon Targaryen was not near as biddable as the boy Young Griff had been, however. The better part of an hour had passed before he finally turned up in the solar, with Duck at his side. Connington, ADWD

I would say that he acts like a child, he was sheltered and spoiled and behaves like a brat. But it is very important to remember that Tyrion was antagonizing him. Aegon rose to the bait like a child, but Tyrion was baiting him.

The prince gave him a wary look. “I am sick of cyvasse.”

“Sick of losing to a dwarf, you mean?”

That pricked the lad’s pride, just as Tyrion had known it would. “ 

“Now, how do you suppose this queen will react when you turn up with your begging bowl in hand and say, ‘Good morrow to you, Auntie. I am your nephew, Aegon, returned from the dead. I’ve been hiding on a poleboat all my life, but now I’ve washed the blue dye from my hair and I’d like a dragon, please … and oh, did I mention, my claim to the Iron Throne is stronger than your own?’ ”

Aegon’s mouth twisted in fury. “I will not come to my aunt a beggar. I will come to her a kinsman, with an army.”

“A small army.” There, that’s made him good and angry. The dwarf could not help but think of Joffrey. I have a gift for angering princes. “Queen Daenerys has a large one, and no thanks to you.” 

Smiling, he seized his dragon, flew it across the board. “I hope Your Grace will pardon me. Your king is trapped. Death in four.”

The prince stared at the playing board. “My dragon—”

“—is too far away to save you. You should have moved her to the center of the battle.”

“But you said—”

“I lied. Trust no one. And keep your dragon close.” 

He’s literally jerking the kid around to the point where he notes “There, that’s made him good and angry” because his intention was to piss him off. And then Tyrion lies to him when he’s listening to his advice and throws it in his face.

I’m not saying that Aegon isn’t a douche as you say, but that Tyrion was attempting to piss him off. It’s not the most reliable scene. For someone quick tempered, that can be enough to make them act out of character. But I do think that Aegon is going to end up being likely fake and not that good of a ruler.

As to whether this is an example of show vs. tell, it’s hard to say. It could also be an example of how even with all the right attention and education, you can’t just make someone the perfect king. It’s not possible to create and mold a perfect king because there isn’t one.

The whole idea of the perfect ruler has be deconstructed in ASoIaF. Robb, Stannis, Dany, and Jon for instance all have admirable or good qualities for a leader and yet they also have some really negative traits that hurt them in their attempts to gain/maintain power. In fact, I’d argue that in another fantasy story, Robb Stark would have been the ultimate good guy leader- and yet in ASoIaF, his time in leadership was fraught with issues until eventually he died after only a year in power.

So while Varys and Jon Connington and whoever believe that they’ve created this perfect king, there really isn’t a perfect king.

Of course, it’s also incredibly possible that Aegon is going to turn out to be just- as you put it- a “douche”. In which case, then this is probably show vs. tell. It’s just a little early in my opinion to make that assessment. He’s not a POV character and has only appeared in two POVs (Jon C.’s and Tyrion’s) and not even for that long. I think he’s in about 6 chapters total. So I’m hesitant to declare the guy to not be “decent”.

Still, most of this won’t matter if Aegon turns out to be a fake, which is very possible.