anonymous asked:

With your response on how Edmure should handle the defense of the Riverlands, it assumes that both Tywin and Jaime have to cross the Red Fork, in a reverse battle of the Fords. However your mountain pass answer would have Tywin come from Deep Den, loop around and hit the defenders along the Red Fork from behind at Pinkmaiden. Which would rupture the entire defense and leave the Riverlands troops strung out in a line from Riverrun to Pinkmaiden, with Tywin and Jaime hot on their heels.

That is a trenchant critique, and I’m glad you asked it!

Even in that scenario, I would still maintain that it’s a better strategy than sending 4,000 men to get butchered uselessly at the Golden Tooth and theng,  waiting at Riverrun until you get overrun. 

For one thing, it gives you 4,000 more men to hold the Red Fork, which means extra men available to go out scouting for Tywin’s army so as not to be taken by surprise, extra men available to defend Pinkmaiden aaginst Tywin’s army (preventing him from rolling up the line), you still have the option to throwing in the reserves to push Tywin’s second army back, and you have at least a decent chance of getting the army back to Riverrun in good order. Certainly much better chance than in OTL.

For another, it’s still going to inflict more casualties on the enemy than OTL: Jaime’s army still needs to cross the Red Fork and Tywin’s army is stil going to have to assault a well-defended castle. And wearing down the Lannister forces also means slowing them down, preventing that lightning march across the south that knocks out so many castles (including Riverrun). 


I recently started following the zventenze blog because they’ve been posting a lot of Eastern European winter festivals and costumes, which introduced me to some of the stylin’est, greatest imagery I never knew about. SO GOOD. 

These remind me of my grandmother’s sets of unedited folklore from around the world, which captured my imagination as a child. The stories were always scarier, more surreal, and more beautiful than their post-Victorian retellings. My favorites – regardless of origin – gave me this same cozy-creepy feeling.

  • First three are Bulgarian kukeri, or mummers.
  • Next two are New Year’s bear dancers in eastern Romania, (which I’ve seen posted everywhere but only just learned the context.)
  • Last two are Kurants from the Kurentovanje Festival in Slovenia. 
carry on asks!

sour cherry scones: what’s your favorite comfort food?
magickal record: do you keep up with current events?
violin: play any musical instruments?
sword of mages: name an item or skill that you consider to be your weapon of choice.    
mage’s men: dream career? 
numpties: do you prefer being too hot or too cold?
vampires: would you choose to live forever?
dragon: do you prefer working in a team or working alone?
magic words: favorite book? 
elocution: what languages do you speak? 
pitch mansion: how big is your family?
covent garden: where is somewhere you’ve been that you never want to go back to?
football pitch: play any sports?
mummers house: have any roommates? 
the cloisters: name a woman who inspires you. 
weeping tower: what’s your favorite fictional world?
white chapel: do you want to get married?
catacombs: where do you usually go to be alone?
wavering wood: do you enjoy hiking/camping/just being out in nature?watford: what place in the world feels most like home?


Based on a soulmate AU prompt from this post which said:

‘you think you have a sleepwalking problem but it’s really just the universe trying to bring you to your soulmate when your mind is disengaged’


Ever since I met Agatha, I kept hoping I would wake up one day at the door to the Cloisters, unable to get past the wards even in my sleep, but it hasn’t happened. Even when we started dating in fifth year, I’d always still wake up in my own bed at the top of Mummers House. During summer breaks I used to dream about waking up to find Agatha knocking at the door of whichever home I was staying at, using the magic of soulmates to know where to find me, but she never came. I thought maybe the magic wasn’t as strong there, but that doesn’t explain why I never left my bed in my sleep the entire time I was at Watford.

So when Agatha tells me she wants to break up at the beginning of eighth year, I don’t put up much of a fight. I finally have to accept what my subconscious has been telling me all along – Agatha isn’t my soulmate.

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The Race To Her V Card, A Petty Race

Originally posted by royalbins

Title: The Race To Her V Card, A Petty Race.

Genre: Angst, future smut.

Member: I.M.

Word Count: 2417.

Description: Your shy, cute, handsome best friend-Ok so you were in love with your best friend. But what’s gonna happen to you and Changkyun once his friends create the v card race, and it’s your virginity they’re competing for?

It was your typical scene of a cafeteria, it was noisy, rowdy and filled with the smell of food. Everyone resided in their own groups, at their own tables in their own section of the cafeteria, nothing was off, everything was normal, including the flowing conversation of the growing game being created.

“This is getting old, we either need to find a new spot or something else to do” Taeyong sighed, there were mummers of agreement around the table. The group were your average boys, rowdy, uncontrollable and looking for fun.

“I’m sick of shooting at those targets, we need some proper fun around here”

So maybe they’re idea of fun was riskier than others.

There was the talk of a party going on around them, everyone in the school was planning to go, including this group of boys and Wonshik grinned as his eyes scanned the crowded area.

“That party is happening tomorrow night, isn’t it?” He turned back to his group and they all looked at him.

“Well no shit, what’s your point?” Jimin frowned as Wonshik presented them with a smirk.

“We like girls, there’s gonna be heaps of girls there” He rose an eyebrow and they all looked at him as Taeyong leant forward with a grin. Changkyun remained leaning back in his seat, looking around with Jungkook next to him, they both knew what was happening in their group, they just didn’t care to listen to their antics anymore.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking Wonshik?” Taeyong grinned and Wonshik gave him a knowing look.

“We’ve got our next game then? Who can get the most roots wins right?” Jongin asked and he received a slap over the head.

“No, that’s too simple, we need to have a real competition” Taeyong snapped.

“Then what are we gonna do at the party?” Jongin asked as Wonshik smirked.

“We’re all gonna battle for the same girl, obviously” He grinned and Changkyun rolled his eyes at their stupidity as he looked at an appalled Jungkook, knowing he would be weak against his friends and be pulled into the pitiful game that he didn’t want to play as well.

“Then what about Victoria? Whoever can get in her pants first wins?” Kyungil grinned and Taeyong shook his head.

“She to easy, she would do all of us without a second thought. It needs to be someone else, someone who’s a virgin” Taeyong brought his thumb and pointer finger up to pinch his bottom lip as he scanned the cafeteria.

“What about one of the nerds?”

“Hell no” Taeyong snarled.

Egotistical twits. Changkyun scowled mentally and kept his eyes away from them. But maybe it was good he said no, the nerds were too good for him anyway. His eyes found you through the flood of students and he smiled when your eyes met with his and you gave him a wave. Wonshik chuckled at what he witnessed, quickly elbowing Changkyun and nodding in your direction.

“Y/N, she’s gotta be a virgin right? You’re the only guy she talks to”

“Excuse me you arrogant piece of mouldy cheesecake-”

“She definitely is” Taeyong cut in as Changkyun sat up in his seat with a look of anger filled disgust on his face. Jungkook stared at them wide eyed, still yet to say a word.

“And I overheard her telling her friends she was going to the party” Wonshik grinned at Taeyong, proud of himself.

“Then it’s final” Taeyong smirked as he stared you down from across the large distance between you and his group.

“We have four months to take Y/N’s virginity, whoever gets it is the winner. We’ll tell the others about the new game later”

“You think she’s easy? Y/N won’t let any of you near her you overcooked potato!” Changkyun hissed and Taeyong looked at him, smirking down at him from where he sat.

“Right, then we have six months” His smirk grew as Changkyun grew angry, purposely testing him.

“How is that any fair? Changkyun is best friends with her. I bet he could get in his pants quicker than I can tie my shoelaces!” Kyungil complained and Taeyong kept his eye contact with Changkyun.

“Don’t be ridiculous, have you seen what’s he’s like around her? He’ll pass out if they brush shoulders in the corridors” Taeyong chuckled knowingly and Changkyun looked back at you regretfully.

I shouldn’t have tried looking for her in the crowd.


You smiled as Changkyun made his way towards you, you shifted your books so he would have room on the table and made sure the leg of your chair was touching the leg of the table, giving him plenty of room so he would be comfortable next to you.

“Hey Changkyun” You grinned and Changkyun gave you a somewhat nervous smile in return.

“Hey Y/N, how’s the assignment coming along?” He asked as he sat down and quickly pulled out his laptop, opening his own assignment consisting of several pages on his given topic.

“Good, I’m almost finished with the last little touches and then I’ll just keep editing it until it’s time to hand it in, how is yours going?” You asked him as you turned to face him. You were smart with your school work, you were one of the top students in your school, but clearly not close enough to the top for people to label you as a nerd like they did to the others.

You weren’t dense nor were you dumb, so you could see right past Changkyun to Kyungil, looking over his shoulder and giving the blankest look you could muster to Kyungil. Kyungil was giving you a daring smirk, swiping his thumb over his lip and winking when you made eye contact with him. You blinked, slower than you normally would, showing him how bored you were.

“But there is something I’ve been needing help with, the laws are just really confusing me. Like it says that they were never allowed to but then the next law not too far down contradicts that, I don’t get it” You turned away from Kyungil as he chuckled, proud as the arrogant prick he was, you couldn’t stand him, nor did you know how an awkward turtle like Changkyun managed to be friends with him.

“Oh that’s the thing about those two laws, one reason they contradict,” You scrolled down on the website Changkyun was on, finding the explanation in extremely overbearingly complicated words.

“Wow ok, but basically this law here only applies to a certain country you know like gun laws and that sort of thing and the law back up here is for everyone else” You explained and Changkyun relaxed as he finally understood the simple message behind the terms to technical for the two of you to understand. Changkyun busied himself with his work, tuning his surroundings out and concentrating on the laptop in front of him.

As you were overtaken with boredom you got up to go and talk to your other friends, you and Changkyun normally sat together in a reserved section of the tables where no one else could sit with you, you worked best with Changkyun, he didn’t distract you negatively, only ever talking about the topic in that class and when you had to work in groups he was easy to work with and followed the same style of learning as you did.

Jimin was sitting with Kyungil, the two look like total opposites, especially when Kyungil was so much bigger than him. But their personalities were the same, so that’s why it wasn’t his actions that caught you by surprise as you were talking to your friends. It was the fact that Jimin was doing these actions to you.

“You’re Changkyun’s friend Y/N aren’t you? You’re a lot cuter up close, you should come and sit with us some time” He gave you a smile, one that was meant to charm you as his arm tried to snake around your waist. Your conversation with your friends was ruined and you scowled as you stepped out of his reach.

“I would rather drink bleach then be in your presence” You snarled before walking back to your table with Changkyun.

Changkyun had watched the whole thing unfold, his eyes would normally follow you, curious every time you left your spot next to him. He didn’t know what to do, his heart thumped in anger as Jimin spoke to you, his sly hands moving to taint you and his eyes holding a wicked gleam covered by the fake sugar that was his charming flirting. Changkyun always freaked out internally when you were talking to another guy, he knew why he did, he just didn’t want to admit that he was really having those sort of feelings for you, so he would flinch away or stiffen every time you touched him in the slightest way. And he would look away if your smile caused too much of a reaction within him, afraid he would get himself busted and make a total fool of himself.

You slumped back into your seat, Jimin and Kyungil had put you into a sour mood, you really did hate some of Changkyun’s friends. You wanted to tell him but you were pretty sure with his keen ability to notice the smallest thing that he would have noticed that a long time ago, so you never said anything.


You weren’t afraid of parties, you didn’t love them, but then again you didn’t hate them, it was just a good opportunity to go and release all the stress you were feeling from the impossible mountain of studying you always had waiting for you in your dorm, perched on your study desk and seeming to never decrease in size.

A laugh fell from your lips as your best friend pulled you to the floor, she was the party person of the group, the one that would go to a different club every night if she could, and she had tried, but once again, studying existed. Your friends were outgoing, loud and happy all hours of the day, they had much more excitement about life than you did and were going through seven antics at once every day. So it was no shock to you that all of them were dancing around you on the floor. What came to you as a shock was when one of the people Changkyun was friends with approached you, you didn’t mind him, he was a bit like Changkyun, shy sweet and a little dorky but he somehow made it into a group of fuckboys that you wanted to punch in the face.

“Jungkook, fancy seeing you here” You didn’t know him enough to have him touching you the way he was, but there were no ill intentions that you could sense behind it, so you let him give you a hug and lean down to your ear, his arms remaining encircled around you.

“Would you like to dance with me?” He asked, pulling back enough just to see your face and still hear your response.

“I don’t see any harm in that” You nodded, Jungkook smiled, true to his nature he pulled you back to your group, respectively keeping one arm lightly wrapped around you and giving you your space. He didn’t cross a line and your treasured areas remained untouched. That was the closest anyone got to touching you that night because not long after Jungkook thanked you for allowing him to dance with you, he returned to his loud friends and you were leaving. Some of your friends followed you out the door after bidding goodnight to those who chose to stay, to your delightful surprise, your best friend had herself by your side, arm wrapped in yours as she followed you to the dorms with the intention of chewing your ear off until the sun rose.


“Ok but let’s have some real talk here Y/N” Your best friend was drunk, and she was the type that would go into the deepest of topics that she could with someone who would be willing to listen. And as you lay on the bed with her laying half on you with her dead weight, her head on your shoulder and her voice close to your ears, you had no choice but to listen.

“And what are we going to talk about?” You asked her in a bored, tired tone as you sighed and brought up a hand to rub your tired eyes.

“You and Changkyun” She slurred and you immediately became more alert, giving her a groan as you attempted to shove her away from you, your attempt was useless, she wasn’t going to move anytime soon.

“What now?” You asked and she giggled before her tone quickly turned sulky.

“It’s so obvious that he is in love with you Y/N. And like, I know you love him back because you told me you do, do you remember that? I do. But you don’t even notice how he turns into putty in your very hands, he would do anything for you. He would probably kill Kyungil for you if you asked him to do-”

“And he doesn’t like being touched, the only things we ever talk about is studying and our classes because he’s always around those guys. Once again, he doesn’t like me touching him because he throws himself to the other side of the room if I do” You cut her off and she swung her arm, effectively hitting you in the stomach and causing you to cough as you slapped her.

“That’s because he loves you! Of course he’s gonna be shy and scared because he’s in love with his best friend”

“If that’s what you think” You grumbled, intending to ignore any further rambling she was planning to do.

“It’s what I know! What I think is that you need to grow a pair and tell him how you feel about him because he’s never gonna tell you first” You let out a snort and your friend sighed into your neck.

“I wonder what it’s like to be in love with your best friend”

“It’s the worst feeling I’ve ever had to feel” You muttered, staring up at your ceiling as she hugged you tightly.

“Seems painful” She mumbled and you hummed.

“Really fucking painful” You agreed with her immediately as a solemn air overtook your dorm and she pulled you closer to her.

Surprise another new series! Which I didn’t expect to be coming out at the same time as the Beautiful mv, have you guys watched it? And I know this is such a typical scenario to be writing but I hope I can make this one different to the others.

Let me know how you feel about the new series?



It was a cold grey winters evening, the living room of the loft was illuminated by the lights of the Christmas tree. You were sat on the sofa watching the TV when Derek walked through the front door,

“Hey sweetheart” he said closing the door behind him

Smiling you replied, “Hi babe!”

“I’ve got something for you” he mummers whilst rushing over to you

You looked at him confused, wondering what had got the usually confident werewolf, “Okay? What is it?”

He handed you bag. Just a plain brown paper bag. Opening it up, you pulled out the mysterious object,

“My favourite book. I love the gift but you know i already have this.”

“I know but I think this ones a little different”

“Are you sure Der?” You questioned

“I’m sure, trust me. Can we read it together?”

“Sure. When shall we read it?”

“Now” Stated Derek.

And so the two of you sat there for hours, wrapped in a fluffy blanket, reading your favourite book.
“And so the man got down on one knee and said ‘Y/N Stilinski will you marry m-’” you stopped, trying to process the words you just read.

Derek stood you both up.

“Der-what? I don’t understand” you could barely form a sentence.

“Y/N we’ve been together for four years now. I’ve never loved anyone as much as I have you, I never thought I could love again after the loss of my family. You make me the happiest man alive. So with that said, will you, Y/N Stilinski do me the honour of becoming my wife?”

“It would be my pleasure”.

Smells Like Home

I’ve been working on fics for the Carry On Countdown so I haven’t been posting anything I write. So in the meantime, here’s a short little thing I wrote a while ago. Simon missing Baz while he’s with the numpties.

Simon’s POV. 

The room barely smells like him anymore.

It’s stupid that I miss it, the pretentious, stuffy cedar and bergamot smell, but I do. It’s stupid that I miss him, the pretentious brat, the vampire, the evil git who torments me and plots to kill me, but I do. It just isn’t Watford without him; it’s not home. He belongs here, in this room at the top of Mummers House, and it doesn’t feel right that he’s gone.

It takes me hours to fall asleep at night. The room is too still, too dead. I draw in a breath, but there’s nothing but the faint yet tangible smell of smoke. The smell grows stronger as I become more restless and my magic stirs.

I sigh, staring across at Baz’s empty bed. I should feel peaceful, reassured to know that he’s not here. I should be enjoying the calm and the solitude, but I can’t stop fretting. He could be anywhere; he could be plotting, or he could be hurt. I’d rather see him asleep than not know.

I’ve just gotten so used to having him here that I can’t feel at ease when he’s gone. I sigh, sit up and swing my legs over the edge of the bed. The moon is full tonight, shining its pale light through the window, onto Baz’s perfectly made, cold and untouched bed. I step across the space between the beds and crawl under his covers.

I inhale deeply and close my eyes, surrounded by the scent of cedar and bergamot. I fall asleep.


The next night, I lie awake for twenty minutes before crossing the room to climb into Baz’s bed. The room looks different from here. I bury my head in the pillow and sleep.


Every night, the smell fades slightly, and Baz doesn’t return. The sheets start to smell like smoke, but I can still sense him underneath it. He’s slept here for the last seven years and I couldn’t get rid of him this easily; I wouldn’t dare try. I curl up under the covers and hope that wherever he is, he’s not plotting to hurt me, and he’s safe.


When I wake up, there’s a figure lying in my bed.

There’s no mistaking the sharp angles of his shoulders and the feather-soft black hair on my pillow. Baz is back.

I throw back the covers and practically fly out of his bed, only just managing to hold back a yelp and keep from waking him. I don’t know why he’s in my bed. I don’t know why he didn’t wake me to snarl at me when he found me sleeping on his side of the room. Heart racing, I pull the covers back as neatly as I can, and tiptoe into the bathroom.


He’s dressed and standing by his wardrobe when I come out.

‘You’re back,’ I say, lingering by the bathroom door.

‘Yes. Tough luck, Snow,’ he says.

I huff, and leave the room to head down to breakfast.

I’m not sure what to think. I keep expecting him to cut me down for sleeping in his bed, or at least ask for an explanation, but he never mentions it. I crawl into my own bed that night, and Baz goes to his, and I close my eyes surrounded by his scent.

He’s home.

Bad Moon Rising

For Opposite Day (@carryon-countdown​ #3). 

What if Simon was the monster, instead of Baz?


Warning: description of blood

Simon Snow smelled like a cacophony of dangerous things.

When he comes into our dorm at Mummer’s, late at night with leaves caught in his hair, he smells like the Wavering Wood. He reeks of the moss hidden in the darkest parts of forests, of the wind that rushed past your hair when you’re running too fast.

Something in me beats faster when he walks near me and I don’t know if it’s because he’s close enough to touch me of if he’s close enough to touch me.

In our second year, when every boy in Watford started to deal with cracking voices and embarrassing boners, Simon started to move faster and get fiercer. His legs twitched underneath our desks in elocution and he started to sleep more and more, then less and less. He shoved against people and stopped understanding the concept of personal space. His voice got raspy, thick, and I responded to it in a way I wasn’t very comfortable with.

In our third year, I had nightmares of a blonde wolf with eyes like the sky. I’d wake up in a cold sweat, Simon missing from his bed and my fingers still tingling with the memory of soft fur underneath my fingertips.

In our fifth year, my thoughts were haunted by Simon’s feral eyes. The merwolves had always seemed to avoid Simon, gliding around him with downcast eyes. I’d joked that Simon was a mermaid, but, in fifth year, I considered he was the other part.  

Fifth year was the year I looked at Simon and thought MONSTER.

Fifth year was the year I took my father’s silver ring and wore it at all times.

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Tired of hiding

This one is for the lovely anon who sent me the prompt. I really really hope it lives up to your idea and how you imagined it. *crosses fingers* *worries*

(Note to everyone else reading this - the idea and most of the storyline isn’t mine)

Summary: Baz starts going to an LGBT+ club at Watford, Simon finds out and it changes the way he sees Baz

Warning: homophobia (well… kind of. It may all just be a big misunderstanding)

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anonymous asked:

Why was Randyll Tarly belittling Brienne's achievements? They are on the same side on the war and she was helping them by killing members of the Bloody Mummers.

Yes, but Randyll Tarly is a raving misogynist who would rather the Bloody Mummers kept on killing people than a woman stepped in to do something about them.

“I came to fight,” she insisted. “To be a knight.”

“The gods made men to fight, and women to bear children,” Randyll Tarly said. “A woman’s war is in the birthing bed.”

- Brienne III, AFFC


Anyway, Brienne’s achievements totally break Randyll’s brain, and he goes into denial mode.

“If it please my lord,” Ser Hyle said, “I watched her fight the Mummers. She is stronger than most men, and quick -”

“The sword is quick,” Tarly snapped. “That is the nature of Valyrian steel. Stronger than most men? Aye, she’s a freak of nature, far be it from me to deny it.”

- Brienne V, AFFC

What a tool.

He can’t accept Brienne’s a woman after that. Hell, he barely acknowledges she’s a person.

“Some men are blessed with sons, some with daughters. No man deserves to be cursed with such as you.”

- Brienne V, AFFC

Seriously, this man is awful. (And for more reasons than just this, as we see with his idea of “justice” in Brienne III, and the way he treated Sam.)

But back to the point. Recognising that Brienne did great in getting rid of the Mummers while somehow also being a woman at the same time would force Randyll to admit - and I know this is a truly shocking observation - that gender does not determine talent and skill. So he minimises the achievements and belittles her instead.

anonymous asked:

How many men do the brave companions actually have? And how does such a seemingly large multinational company come together, and where did Tywin find these evil fuckers?

They’re not that big, around 300 men. They’re a pretty recently-founded company, although they predated Vargo Hoat. 

As for where Tywin found them…although it’s not stated particularly clearly, Tywin clearly put the word out for mercenaries when he called the banners at Casterly Rock.  Tywin didn’t seem to get very good/many mercenaries, for various reasons. My theory is that Tywin has a bad reputation among mercenaries for using them as arrow fodder to keep the wages bill down.

Among those he did get, the Bloody Mummers are in Tywin’s army after the Green Fork but we don’t hear of them before that although logically that means they would have had to be at the Mummer’s Ford and Tywin’s rampage across the hills of the southern Riverlands.