penny in the air

Now that the Bad Penny episode of the Ben 10 reboot’s aired I can share some of these boards I drew after I broke my shoulder in that motorcycle crash last year. I dislocated my right (dominant) arm and cracked off the little bit of the scapula that holds it in the socket. Fortunately when they popped it back in, the muscles pulled all the bone pieces where they were supposed to be and I didn’t need surgery. I did need to wear a disabler thing that kept my arm strapped to the side of my body so I wouldn’t move it and shift the bone around, and I bruised my ulnar nerve so most of my forearm save my thumb and first two fingers was completely paralyzed and numb to sensation.

I drew my part of the episode by laying my cintiq flat on my desk, roughing things out with my left hand then sort of plopping my right hand down where it needed to be and cleaning up as much as could without moving my arm. After a while they were content my bones weren’t going to float away or whatever and I got to take the straps off and wear a normal sling, and at that point I started cleaning up my sketches holding the pen in my three functioning fingers and sort of puppeting my right arm by holding it at the elbow with my left hand. It was a slow process, but I boarded nearly seven minutes of the episode that way hahaha. Funny enough, because I had to stay so laser-focused on everything I was doing, it ended up being one of my most clean, pristine boards.

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Pennywise x Reader Pregnancy one shot

Request from @minniebarnesboo who wanted to see Pennywises reaction to finding out his s/o is pregnant with his baby. Sorry it’s not the best, I have a few requests so I’m trying to get through them as quickly as possible. Enjoy.


Being with Pennywise had its ups and downs, on the one side you had to put up with him eating children, it wouldn’t be the first time you walked in on him scaring a child out of their mind, and on the other side you had great sex and he was actually sweet. But this morning you woke up with an intense sick sensation and before you knew it, you were running to your toilet violently throwing up. Initially you put it down to something you ate but there was something you couldn’t shake off, you were due your period a couple of weeks back and it hadn’t come yet, you had dismissed it prior and said it was stress from work but now you were beginning to panic. No period and now vomiting? Surely you couldn’t be pregnant? You and Pennywise had unprotected sex but he told you he wouldn’t be able to reproduce, after all, he isn’t human.

Panicking, you ran to a shop to buy a pregnancy test, you hoped for your sake you wasn’t pregnant. If Penny found out that you was he would probably want to eat it. As soon as you buy the test you use it and wait anxiously for it to conclude it’s result. You bite your lip and pace up and down. Eventually the results flash up…positive. You were pregnant. Tears well up in your eyes, you’re so scared of how Pennywise would react, you couldn’t hide it from him as there is no hiding anything from him and if you did, he would get so angry and you didn’t want that after last time. That settled it then. You were going to have to tell him. Clutching the test in your hand you made it to the sewers in no time at all, you found Pennywise in his lair scaring a child, normally you let him get on with it but you stopped him, “Penny!” You shout, “We need to talk!”

He is facing a young screaming boy and says to him, “Excuse me please, one moment.” He then turns to you, “Can’t you see I’m busy, Y/N?” He snapped.

“Let the kid go please, this is serious.” You start crying, tears rolling freely down your cheeks.

“Time to float.” He says to the child as he pushes him into the air joining the rest of the children. “Why so sad?” He asks you.

“Penny, please don’t get mad.” You sob.

He sniffs the air, “I smell fear on you. I never smelt that on you before. You smell so good.”

“Stop it! You told me this wouldn’t happen!” You shout.


“I-I’m…FUCK…I’m pregnant!” You say chucking the pregnancy test at him, watching it bounce off his head and landing on the sewer floor. You close your eyes expecting him to hit you or something; gaining no reaction, you slowly open one eye to see him stood with both his eyes bulging out of their sockets. He was in shock. “Penny, please say something.” He stood, frozen in time like someone had pressed pause on the TV.

“Let me kill it!” All of a sudden he runs at you with intent, his eyes yellow and teeth baring, you try everything in your power to push him off but he’s too strong and pins you down threatening to eat it. Eventually you manage to calm him and he just shakes his head, “You have something inside you? Growing? The one thing I hate the most is growing inside the one thing I love the most! How is this to be?” He begins smacking himself on the head to which you run over and grab his hands. You hated seeing him this way. You didn’t agree with abortion but you were willing to do it for his sake.

“I-i can kill it, if that’s what you want.” You say, shaking. “How did this happen? You said it couldn’t!”

“How is this to be? I didn’t think it possible.” Pennywise sits down on the floor and you move next to him also deciding to sit. “Keep.” Is all he said.


“Keep it.” His head sagging. “Do not kill it.”

“But Penny, how can you even tolerate it when all you will see is food?” Saying that out loud sounded ridiculous but it was the truth.

“Do you want to have the small child?” You hadn’t actually given it much thought as you were only 19 and wasn’t actually ready to have a child but abortion seemed like a last option and you knew you couldn’t bring yourself to do kill a child like your boyfriend.

“Yes.” Is all you said, you held your stomach.

“Then keep. Soon, I will be for my sleep and will not be back for 27 years, I will not see the child grow. When I come back, child will be old enough and I won’t want to eat it.”

You started crying at the thought of having to raise a child single handedly and at the idea of Pennywise not being with you. You hadn’t the first idea on child care and hated the idea of the child only having one parent but he needed his sleep. What had your gotten yourself into?

“You’re scared, Y/N.” Pennywise declared as he put his arm round you. Your quiet sobs echoing throughout the sewer.

9 months had passed and you were in the delivery room giving birth to yours and Pennywise’s child. You had brought a healthy baby boy to the world who looked to be perfectly human, you passed the baby over to Pennywise who was in human form. “Are you sure you want to do this?” You ask him. He had decided he was to stay awake for the birth of your child and was months over due his sleep which was evident with how tired he was.

“More than sure.” He takes the baby cautiously staring at it like he was studying it. You were at the ready in case anything went wrong but he was doing so well. He even attempted a smile.

Built To Fall.

A/n: You wanna know how long it took me to get this out? Ask God. But, there will also be future chapters of this because I love a good plot build up. Especially for Franky boy. This is for you @atari-writes, get ready for the next chapter, cus I’ve lost all control.

Summary: (Au. Set post season 2) A glimpse into “domestic life” with Frank. He’s still feeling the after shocks of losing his family, and that’s gonna make anyone a bit…reluctant. Or maybe reckless is a better word? OR How Frank Castle let go of the past.

Based on this song!

Word Count: 2.5k

Pairing: Frank Castle x Reader

Rating: M

Warnings: Cursing, talk of sex, Frank is his own warning, blood. (Smut, ANGST in future chapters…like next chapter lmao)

Originally posted by unchartedghoul


And if the world don’t break

I’ll be shaking it,

Cause’ I’m a young man after all!

And when the seasons change

will you stand by me? 

Cause’ I’m young man built to fall!

When you and Frank first had sex he cried. He’d had one of your legs thrown over his shoulder, and you had finished five, six, seven thrust ago, but he was still there. Going through the motions, chasing his own, and God just has a thing for flipping the switch, because the next thing you know Franks kissing your leg and moaning a name that’s definitely not yours.

I want you to tell me, right now, what the hell you’re supposed to do when you’ve got your fucking legs over a guy’s shoulders, and he’s still inside you, when he says another woman’s name, opens his eyes, sees who you are, and cries.

Here’s what you did. “Did you cum?”

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Boo ya! I actually love this story. It took me a bit of reworking to figure out how I could keep the OUAT elements whilst also keeping Loki in character, but I did eventually get there. If you want some soundtrack for this, play “Where’s Hiccup?” from the HTTYD OST at the line detailing the flower “gifting [Loki] a second chance”. Thank you to the anon who asked for this one; @chloecat48 also wanted to be tagged. Hopefully you all enjoy!

Prompt[s]: Can you write a Loki x reader where the reader is captured by an enemy of Loki’s and is put under a sleeping curse (OUAT style), Loki believes the reader to be dead and administers the kiss that saves the reader? 

‘I Will Always Find You’

They called it Witch’s Hollow. To some, the name was purely fictitious; a myth woven like cloth and strengthened by years of superstition to keep small children from wandering too far into its depths. However, a handful of people knew that the shadows in Witch’s Hollow held eyes of wicked green. The stories were not just to keep the children away…

On any other day, the glade would be calm. Nothing more than the odd bird song to fill the air. Today, however, brought change. A timid fox emerged from her den, raising a curious snout to the sun and sniffing twice. She pushed her head fully into the daylight and shook off the dirt behind her ears. Suddenly, those ears pricked upward, and her focus turned north, dark eyes narrowing as she felt a rumbling in the soil.

When the drumming hooves got louder, the fox turned and scurried inwards once again. The horse’s flanks rippled with every hoof and his breath huffed out in rhythmic bursts. His rider was cloaked in green, leather reins in one hand, and a compass in the other. They snapped the lid of their compass shut, and pulled the horse to a halt.

The oak tree stood proud and strong, roots firmly planted into the surrounding area. From the outside it appeared no different to any other oak tree. However, when the rider took their boot to it, the trunk tore like paper and they were able to climb inside, needing only to duck their head as they did so. The tree’s interior was bigger than it appeared outwardly, lanterns in each corner of the darkened room being the only indicator of the room’s size; dark magic was at work here, but there was no other choice…

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On Love’s Light Wings

Simon runs into Baz before 8th year begins. An unspoken truce is made that leads to Simon realizing he might not hate Baz after all.

As always many thanks to @eroticgropefest for the beta, I don’t know what I would do without her!

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When Baz left a week later I stayed there alone for the rest of the summer. I hated it. There was nothing to do there without him.

When I finally arrived at Watford for our final year, there was only one thing I could think about. Baz.

As I enter our room I notice that he’s not here yet. I’m usually one of the firsts to arrive so I decide to grab some food and eat it outside.That way I can see when he gets here.

Penny arrives at lunchtime and I ask her to stay outside with me. She tells me all about her summer and when she finishes she asks about mine and I tell her that it was the best summer I have ever had and she looks surprised and starts asking for details. But the only thing I manage to do is start to blush. How do I explain everything that happened? About me and Baz?

And that’s when he shows up, as if on cue.

I ignore Penny as I start to follow him with my eyes. We don’t break eye contact until he stops in front of me. Crowley, I’ve missed him.

“Snow,” he says, cautiously now looking at anything but me.

And I can’t stand it. I haven’t seen him for weeks and he’s looking like he isn’t sure of what to do. So I step closer to him, close enough that I can feel his breath on my face and I notice a small blush forming on his cheeks.

I give him a soft smile before whispering, “are you going to kiss me or what?”

I hear Penny gasp and then Baz closes the space between us. He puts his arms around me and we kiss. I finally let myself relax. I was worried that when he got back he wouldn’t want this That he would pretend that nothing happened between us.

I don’t know how long we stayed there, kissing. But when we stopped for air, Penny was gone.

I decide to grab one of his bags and start to walk but shortly after, he stops me.

“Simon, wait.” When I look back he continues, “are you okay with this?”

“With what?” I ask him.

“Everybody will know. That we’re gay.”

I just shrug. “As long as doing gay stuff in public doesn’t bother you, I’m good.”

He rolls his eyes and extends his hand to me. I lace my fingers with his and we walk inside together.


After we dropped his things in our bedroom and we snogged for half an hour, we went down for dinner.

Baz said he wanted to talk to Dev and Niall, so we went to separate tables.

Penny was already at our table and I could see all her questions ready to burst. But I couldn’t have this conversation here, where anyone could hear. So before she has a chance to open her mouth I ask her to grab as much food as she can and we come to eat in an empty classroom.

“Okay Simon, spill everything!” she demands as soon as I close the door.

So I tell her everything. About when I arrived at the lake house he was there. How I followed him everyday, and how we started having conversations. How I fell in that bloody cave and he came to rescue me. And how we spend the rest of the week getting to know each other.

When I finish she has a smug expression on her face that makes me blush.

“What?” I ask her, because I thought she would be pissed about this, suspicious that Baz might be plotting something. Instead she’s just giving me a knowing look.

“Well, since fifth year I wondered if there was something more to your need to follow him everywhere, because you have always been a bit obsessed with Baz but that year it was a bit too much.”

I stare at her with my mouth open. Trust Penny to figure everything out.

Then she comes to sit by my side on the floor and puts an arm around me. “Now explain to me how you didn’t see the hole in the cave.”

“I was looking up, trying to see if there were bats in there.” It sounds so silly now when I think of it, but I really like bats I find them quite fascinating.

“So you fell,” she says, laughing lightly.

“Don’t mock me Penny, it was quite dark! Plus, I wasn’t the only one that fell.”

“That’s true you told me that Baz fell too, but you didn’t really explain how you two got out of there.”

“Baz cast a spell that made us fly out of there.”

“What was the spell?”

“He used ‘on love’s light wings’.”

“Oh really?” she asks, looking quite surprised by this revelation and scoffs before adding, “you don’t remember talking about this spell do you? It’s an old spell Simon… one that only a person in love can cast.”

She’s looking fondly at me when I realize what she’s saying. Baz is in love with me.


In the weeks that I was apart from him, I’d convinced myself that this was all a prank. That there was no way I would come back and he would still want this. But when I arrived in front of him and he asked me to kiss him, I felt like I could finally breath again.

It’s quite late when I finally hear him enter the bedroom. When he reaches his bed he starts to take his clothes off and puts on his pyjama bottoms. When he’s about to enter his bed he pauses and looks at me.

Then he walks to my bed, pulls my sheets up, and crawls into bed with me. I don’t move an inch as he puts his head on my chest and an arm around my waist.

As I feel him relax against me, he finally talks.

“Penny is okay with this. How did it work out with your friends?”

“They’ll come around,” I say, as I put my arm around him.

I start rubbing circles on his back. I still can’t believe that this is really happening. I just want to stay like this forever.

“Baz?” he whispers.


“I’m not good at this… I’ve been a terrible boyfriend before but–” he sighs, exasperated, like he’s trying to search for the right words. “But I want to be your boyfriend, your terrible boyfriend. If you want it.”

I do.

So I pull him to me and kiss him, to let him know how much I want this. How much I want him. I think he gets it because he’s smiling between our kisses. The boy that I love is on top of me, kissing me senseless, smiling because he just asked to be my boyfriend.

Aleister Crowley, I’m living a charmed life.

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Requested: Please…headcanons about his first blow job with his s/o

A/N: Well, hell no I’m just gonna do headcanons of thiS

You licked your lips, your fingers padding across his thigh, the smooth texture of his pants sending shivers down your spine and his lips pressing into your mouth with a wild taste of your tongue against his. Pennywise continued to purr against your skin, his red hair falling in front of his face. “Mmmm….” He began to smile, reactively pushing his hips towards your hand. 

Not exactly knowing what he was doing, he then scrunched his face and reached his arm around your waist. Pulling you harder against him, doing only of which he knew how–to be rough with you. Your skin buzzing, you pressed your hands against his chest and pushed. He stopped kissing you and scrunched his nose, trying to figure out what you were trying to do before cautiously lowering himself. 

Smirking as you dropped yourself from his lap, Pennywise watched you with intent and curiosity. His tongue dragging across his bottom lip, eagerness flowing through his blackened veins, as well as anticipation. Something all too familiar to him. When you reached your fingertips beneath the ruffles of his top, Pennywise whimpered slightly, wanting to see what you wanted before grabbing you and placing you back on his lap. 

Seeing the thoughts flash across his eyes, you gulped. “Penny you gotta… Y-You gotta let me…”

“Let you do what now?” His finger came to your chin, causing you to flinch. Alongside realize he was shaking. Hurrying up your movements, Pennywise fell back as soon as your breath hit his skin, losing all control of himself. Taking a moment to regain composure, he pushed himself up on his hands, your fingers dancing around the drooling mess between his thighs. Slick, gooey and soft to the touch, you awakened something inside of Penny, staring down at him. Suddenly the tangle of what he usually used against you fell away, clearing the way for you to lay your eyes on a much simpler form of intercourse. Or, what you were planning. 

Taking his shaft in your hand, Penny moaned as soon as your fingertips brushed his tip, shaking like a bug. Working softly, slowly, your lips met the sensitive skin, and in another moment you took all of him in your mouth. Causing a shudder to break through Penny, he reached with his gloved hand–taking a handful of your hair and tugging. Grinding at the same time, you let your mouth fill with spit, the clear drool sliding down his shaft and pooling down. While swirling your tongue and taking him gulp by gulp, you deepened your reach. Pushing down until Penny hit the back of your throat, it was clear that he didn’t want to stop there, and you felt the grotesque slithering feeling of him stretching down your throat, pulsating and enlargening himself. You choked, digging your nails into the waist of his top and trying to pull yourself back up for air. However, Penny tightened his tangling fingers in your hair and held you down. 

Blood began running down your nose in the midst of your gagging and choking, snot mixing with the crimson red warmth, and that’s when you comprehended that Penny had dug so far, you could feel him slithering around in you. Another second would pass, till Penny would snap his member back into human form and tug you back onto his lap, his tongue lapping up the blood that fell on your lips, his hands tugging the fabric of your pants away and the remaining fabric of your bra. 

“Come on cupcake. Give daddy what he wants.” 

You gurgled against his engulfing kiss, your fingers knotting and breaking the form of his orange hair, sweat beginning to fall down your chest as the tension in your stomach made you want to beg. 

Even If It’s Just Pretend

So I skipped Day 8 of Snowbaz-feda (@snowbaz-feda ) because I was sick, ugh. Read Chapter 3 of Even If It’s Just Pretend for Day 9 and forgive me. 

Description: Simon is broke, his foster father is an asshole, and he knows he has nowhere to go when summer break comes around. So when he sees an ad for a paid psychology experiment involving romantic couples, he’s quick to pretend he’s in a relationship…with his nemesis/roommate Baz.
AKA the faking dating trope that we know we all love.

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Spring cleaning spell jar for wealth (I know, silly magical me.)

So what you’ll need: A goblet, about $1.50 worth of pennies (Preferably found), a paint pen, a medium sized candle, essential oils (your own preference), and a bottle of butane

1: Take every penny you find during whatever spring cleaning you do or go grab a few rolls of pennies.  (I used about a dollar and fifty’s worth, but I’m not entirely sure.)  and place them in a chalice or goblet you don’t mind losing.

2: Draw your preferred wealth sigil on the glass with whatever means available.

3: Use water (Blessed or not) and a few drops of your preferred essential oils to fill and cover the coin.

4: Make a notch in a candle so that it burns rapidly and the melting wax sloughs off to cover the water. (I used white, but use whatever color applies, I don’t think the intent of the spell cares.)

5: When the candle has completely melted down and extinguished itself, vent a fuel such as butane or propane over it, until there is a layer of boiling fuel at the bottom and the wax is solidified by the fuel’s cryogenic effect.

6: Chant at any or all stages:

By Earth I draw you,
Bring unto my home.
By Water I will you,

The wealth we may need.
By Fire I bind you,
Not a penny less.
By Air I seal you
My will be done. (Or your preferred chant ending)

That’s it.  What you do with it afterwards is on you, but I wouldn’t recommend reusing the chalice, as it’s really difficult to clean paraffin spatter out of glass.

Nice smells that I associate with each different member of the FAHC
  • Geoff: old books, soft worn leather with hints of tobacco, old wood floors
  • Jack: freshly baked cookies, cold crisp air on a winter day, an attic
  • Ryan: opening a bag/bar of your favourite candy, warm air during the summer, fancy cologne, pennies
  • Michael: freshly cut grass, wood chips, beach air, gasoline
  • Gavin: opening new video game box/DVD, taking new sneakers out of their box, money
  • Jeremy: gymnastics mats, rubber dodge balls, rain smell
  • Lindsay: twine, gunpowder after fireworks, camping in the woods
  • Mica: expensive perfume, bubbly champagne, nail polish and nail polish remover

merrylittlefaun  asked:

How do you think Penny would react to his s/o playing the piano? Would he like it?

He’d be amazed
He’d ask you to play all the time and sometimes it would make him fall asleep

Also one time he tried to play and he instantly went into circus organ mode and it’s basically the only kind of thing he knows how to play.

Also if it’s a keyboard he likes playing with sound effects. Like you’ll be doing whatever and you hear air horns and farts followed by Penny cackling

drgairyuki  asked:

Weiss would have an awkward talk with Ruby's mothers, Summer and Raven, as they kinda went through the same relationship like their daughter Ruby and her girlfriend while Ruby busy play with her and Weiss' daughter.

You lost me at while ruby busy playing with her and Weiss’s daughter. However I assume you mean something like this.

Penny: Now hold on Ruby. I do not want you falling off. *Penny smiled as she felt Ruby’s arms and legs around her tight.*

Ruby: Roger that, Penny! Now, TO INFINITY AND BEYOND! *Ruby cheered as she and Penny took off into the air and began to fly around, leaving Ruby’s mothers Summer and Raven alone with Weiss as all three watch The two spin in the air.*

Summer: Wooooow. I didn’t know Penny had a built in jet pack.

Raven: That actually reminds, Next time Qrow is over remind me to give in a hundred bucks for winning the bet.

Weiss: Bet?

Summer: What bet?

Raven: The bet for Ruby marrying a weapon and or robot.

Summer: Please stop making bets about our daughter’s love lives.

Weiss: Well You’re half right. *Weiss muttered as she sipped her coffee.*

Summer/Raven: Do tell? *The two older huntresses said together now focusing soly on Weiss.* 

Weiss: Uh, well, I mean…

Summer: Weiss. Is there something you’d like to tell us.

Weiss: NO! NO! I mean its just Penny has a soul so she isn’t just a robot is all.

Raven: Bet included that and I can tell that you’re lying.

Summer: It’s true. She can.

Weiss: I… It’s just… Ruby is kinda… in a relationship… Like… You two.

Summer: True.

Raven: Unless Penny has a dick… Wait… Jesus, Can Penny have a working dick? *Whack!*

Summer: Ow. Are you wearing shin guards? *Summer asked her wife as she rubs her foot after trying to kick Raven for being rude.*

Raven: Yes.

Weiss: Uh, No. True me. Penny does not have a dick. I checked. Although I wonder if we could get her one. *Weiss said with a blunt tone before thinking out loud, catching Summer and Raven now looking at her like she grow a second head.* … Sigh. What I meant is that Ruby and Penny are also… dating… me. Like you two are with Tai. *Weiss admitted.*

Summer: AAAAAAAAAAW!~ That is so cuuuuuuuuuute. I’m so proud of our little rose. *Summer smiled*

Raven: Yeah good for Rubes but that doesn’t make you three’s relationship like Ours.

Weiss: How so?

Raven: You’re not like me at all.

Summer/Weiss: Eh?

Raven: Look Penny would be the Tai. Ruby the Summer, Which leaves you to be like me and you are sure as hell not like me.

Weiss: And why is that?

Raven: You’re a bitch.

Weiss: EXCUSE ME!?!

Summer: Raven! That is rude! *Summer scolder her wife and added.* Plus, You were kinda a bitch to back around her age.*


Raven: Oh Summer dear. That is where you’re wrong. *Raven told her as she leaned over and gave her a kiss.* I was and will always be an asshole. Big difference.

Summer: Hehe, True but your our asshole and we love you, Also, your whole butt cause its so sexy.

Weiss: Oh my god it’s like watching Ruby and Penny Talking about weapon stuff.

anonymous asked:

so rhaegar and lyanna lust or love or neither?

Hey there!

Love or lust? That’s a hard one to answer, because as with most ASOIAF things, there’s no simple black and white answer: it was definitely both.  Lust at first, stolen glances, probably small smirks and reveries at Lyanna’s fiery, wolfish tendencies, her ferocity.  The Knight of the Laughing Tree story is one of our biggest hints at Rhaegar and Lyanna’s relationship, although I would argue R+L=J’s love story is etched out across all of Ned’s AGOT chapters, also.  

“The Knight of the Laughing Tree had vanished. The king was wroth, and even sent his son the dragon prince to seek the man, but all they ever found was his painted shield, hanging abandoned in a tree. It was the dragon prince who won that tourney in the end.“


Without a doubt, KOTL is Lyanna, and this was the imprint; Rhaegar had to have met her this way.  The missing links are just between the lines, and we as readers are so close to uncovering them. (Also, I don’t doubt that Bran will get to see a vision of KOTL at some point in future books – the penny is in the air, and the penny has to drop eventually.)  

What can we glean from Rhaegar meeting Lyanna?  

 "None offered a name, but he marked their faces well so he could revenge himself upon them later. They shoved him down every time he tried to rise, and kicked him when he curled up on the ground. But then they heard a roar. ‘That's my father's man you’re kicking,’ howled the she-wolf.”


Rhaegar chose Lyanna on an honor basis alone – which, funnily enough, highlights the Dragon’s Honor, but we’ll slide past that.  Did he fall in love with her right away?  No, there was a certain amusement, I’m sure.  If you believe the theory that Rhaegar was meeting her to carry her to safety before Aerys could get to her like I, and most, do, then you may gain something from parallels in Jon chapters —

It happened twice more that night, and again in the morning, when she woke to find him hard. The wildlings were stirring by then, and several could not help but notice what was going on beneath the pile of furs. Jarl told them to be quick about it, before he had to throw a pail of water over them. Like a pair of rutting dogs, Jon thought afterward. Was that what he’d become? I am a man of the Night’s Watch, a small voice inside insisted, but every night it seemed a little fainter, and when Ygritte kissed his ears or bit his neck, he could not hear it at all. Was this how it was for my father? he wondered. Was he as weak as I am, when he dishonored himself in my mother’s bed?


 Many a night he lay with Ygritte warm beside him, wondering if his lord father had felt this confused about his mother, whoever she had been.


“Was he as weak as I am, when he dishonored himself in my mother’s bed?

Rhaegar absolutely tossed and turned through their ‘adventure’, through the two of them being on the run.  He absolutely lied there and wondered, “what am I doing? Did I make the right choice?” Whether it was prophecy or love.

And I’m sure Lyanna didn’t make it easy on him.  Again, we’re told of how willful she is, how she reminds Ned of Arya daily, and how Jon was reminded of Arya in Ygritte at times.

“It has a name, does it?” Her father sighed. “Ah, Arya. You have a wildness in you, child. ‘The wolf blood,’ my father used to call it. Lyanna had a touch of it, and my brother Brandon more than a touch. It brought them both to an early grave.” Arya heard sadness in his voice; he did not often speak of his father, or of the brother and sister who had died before she was born. “Lyanna might have carried a sword, if my lord father had allowed it. You remind me of her sometimes. You even look like her.”


So that brings us to the harder parts.  When did it turn? Because it did.  It turned from lust and passion to love.

“I was with her when she died,” Ned reminded the king. “She wanted to come home, to rest beside Brandon and Father.” He could hear her still at times. Promise me, she had cried, in a room that smelled of blood and roses. Promise me, Ned. The fever had taken her strength and her voice had been faint as a whisper, but when he gave her his word, the fear had gone out of his sister’s eyes. Ned remembered the way she had smiled then, how tightly her fingers had clutched his as she gave up her hold on life, the rose petals spilling from her palm, dead and black. After that he remembered nothing. They had found him still holding her body, silent with grief. The little crannogman, Howland Reed, had taken her hand from his. Ned could recall none of it. “I bring her flowers when I can,” he said. “Lyanna was … fond of flowers.”

Eddard I

Rapists and kidnappers don’t often bring their ‘victims’ flowers, and Lyanna died in a room full of flowers- her favorite flowers, specifically.  Dead rose petals spiraling out of her hands.  Her, grasping onto them, holding on for dear life as the life passed out of her. (Kidnapping my ass.)

“The Others take your honor!” Robert swore. “What did any Targaryen ever know of honor? Go down into your crypt and ask Lyanna about the dragon’s honor!”

“You avenged Lyanna at the Trident,” Ned said, halting beside the king. Promise me, Ned, she had whispered.

Eddard II

He could still hear Sansa pleading, as Lyanna had pleaded once.

Eddard IV

Her eyes burned, green fire in the dusk, like the lioness that was her sigil. “The night of our wedding feast, the first time we shared a bed, he called me by your sister’s name. He was on top of me, in me, stinking of wine, and he whispered Lyanna.”

Ned Stark thought of pale blue roses, and for a moment he wanted to weep. “I do not know which of you I pity most.”

Eddard XII

For those interested in a more detailed read that helps analyze R+L=J, I STRONGLY recommend trying a Ned only POV read through in AGOT.  It embellishes on many details- how Ned regards certain people, how he behaves whenever Robert mentions Rhaegar or Lyanna, how he stiffens, how he immediately pushes it away.

He pities Robert and Cersei, because the two people they ‘wanted’ more than anything were together and very much in love.