whispering wood

I’m definitely over her now, but my grandfather ordered fried chicken for his dinner tonight and I had a brief flashback to last summer. Garden Girl snuck over to my cabin with her homemade fried chicken she’d made during her day off. I creeped out, past the sleeping kids, and we crouched in the woods whispering and laughing and secretly eating some of the most incredible food I’ve ever tasted.

I’m pretty sure my eyeballs were doing that cartoon thing where the pupils turn into hearts.

If Robb was frightened, he gave no sign of it. Catelyn watched her son as he moved among the men, touching one on the shoulder, sharing a jest with another, helping a third to gentle an anxious horse. His armor clinked softly as he moved. Only his head was bare. Catelyn watched the breeze stir his auburn hair, so like her own, and wondered when her son had grown so big. Fifteen, and near as tall as she was.

Let him grow taller, she asked the gods. Let him know sixteen, and twenty, and fifty. Let him grow as tall as his father, and hold his own son in his arms. Please, please, please. As she watched him, this tall young man with the new beard and the direwolf prowling at his heels, all she could see was the babe they had laid at her breast at Riverrun, so long ago.

Catelyn watched her son mount up…When he lowered [his helm] over the face she loved so well, a tall young knight sat on his grey stallion where her son had been…”I must ride down the line, Mother,” he told her. “Father says you should let the men see you before a battle.”

“Go, then,” she said. “Let them see you.”

Catelyn X, A Game of Thrones

Catelyn waited until they had quieted. “My lords,” she said then, “Lord Eddard was your liege, but I shared his bed and bore his children. Do you think I love him any less than you?” Her voice almost broke with her grief, but Catelyn took a long breath and steadied herself. “Robb, if that sword could bring him back, I should never let you sheathe it until Ned stood at my side once more… but he is gone, and hundred Whispering Woods will not change that. Ned is gone, and Daryn Hornwood, and Lord Karstark’s valiant sons, and many other good men besides, and none of them will return to us. Must we have more deaths still?”

“Oberyn wanted vengeance for Elia. Now the three of you want vengeance for him. I have four daughters, I remind you. Your sisters. My Elia is fourteen, almost a woman. Obella is twelve, on the brink of maiden-hood. They worship you, as Dorea and Loreza worship them. If you should die, must El and Obella seek vengeance for you, then Dorea and Loree for them? Is that how it goes, round and round forever? I ask again, where does it end?” Ellaria Sand laid her hand on the Mountain’s head. “I saw your father die. Here is his killer. Can I take a skull to bed with me, to give me comfort in the night? Will it make me laugh, write me songs, care for me when I am old and sick?”

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Dammit Tamaki-senpai

Hanamaki leaned heavily on his hand as he tapped at his practice sheet, eyes glazed. “This is so boring,” he mumbled before he groaned and threw himself over the desk. Matsukawa laughed and ruffled his hair, too soft beneath his fingers to be healthy for him. And the tiny noise that his best friend made as he stroked that pink hair didn’t help. He certainly didn’t stop though. His fingers worked in light circles that made Makki slump into the desk with a sigh. “Feels good,” he whispered into the wood.

Mattsun laughed and shook his head, smiling softly at the back of his friend’s head. “Good,” he teased, otherwise I’d have to eviscerate you.”

“Ooo, breaking out the big words, are we?” Hanamaki giggled as he shifted his head so it rested on his arms, amber eyes on Matsukawa. The quirk of his lips made Matsukawa melt, so warm and soft and breathtaking. The hand on his lap clenched as his heart fluttered. Why the fuck do you have to be so fucking pretty you asshole?

He smiled and ruffled Makki’s hair once more before he pulled his hand back, but Makki snatched his hand, pulled it close. Instead of his hair Makki settled Mattsun’s hand onto his cheek, so large that it covered his face from lips to ear and stretched into those silky pink tresses. Makki’s eyes fluttered shut as Matsukawa’s stomach flipped, heart pounding, ears burning. You can’t do this kind of stuff to me, you asshole. But that bastard friend of his didn’t seem to care, because he just blithely nuzzled into Mattsun’s hand with a hum.

“So warm,” he breathed. Matsukawa could only stare, throat not quite working. Hanamaki sat up after a minute, but he didn’t let Mattsun’s hand fall away. Instead he cradled it between his own, fingers gently kneading into the muscles of his palm, delicately brushing over the middle finger he’d jammed and taped after the morning practice. “Take care of yourself,” Hanamaki said softly, eyes narrowed.

The teen managed a sheepish smile and shrugged. He leaned closer, poked Makki between the eyes. “You’ll have to make me.” Makki grinned, eyes twinkling. “What is this, a challenge? You gonna make me go all Super Saiyan on your ass? Have me reinstate my alchemy license? Kiss kiss fall in love?”

Matsukawa’s throat bobbed. Words were hopeless, totally fine - the same with thoughts, leaving him spinning as he stared at Makki. At those golden brown eyes with flecks of gray. At the smatter of lightly colored freckles across his nose and cheeks, barely visible. At his lips, parted, smiling. Oh, fuck it.

Mattsun leaned in, guiding Makki closer, fingers loose, shaking as his eyes fluttered, closed halfway so he peeked through his eyelashes. Warm breath whispered across his face, hitched. And then warmth, soft and sweet, as Matsukawa pressed their lips together. His fingers slipped through that silky pink hair as he held there, waiting, heart pounding. And then shaking fingers brushed his cheek as Makki tentatively moved his mouth, uncertainty in every move. Mattsun just grinned as he pressed closer, kissed a little harder with an easy slide of their lips. He pulled back and drank down the sight of Makki’s flushed cheeks, his wide eyes.

“I-” Makki whispered as he blinked wildly. A smile flickered to life, hopeful, scared. “Does this mean I need to get you something for White Day?”

“Absolutely,” Matsukawa hummed as he leaned in and kissed him one more time, the both of them grinning like fools through it all.

8

Grey Wind, her son had named him. A direwolf large as any elkhound, lean and smoke-dark, with eyes like molten gold. When the beast padded forward and sniffed at the captive knight, every man in that hall could smell the scent of fear. Ser Cleos had been taken during the battle in the Whispering Wood, where Grey Wind had ripped out the throats of half a dozen men.

Things that have happened/are a happinin in our DnD campaign
  • Monk:“I am going to fist the monstrosity.” Me, a Tired DM: “You are now proficient in fisting.”
  • Our Druid is currently riding a griffon. Barely.
  • Rogue: “I’m going to toss Raelon across the stream” *rolls natural 20* “I want that gnome to fly across the stream.”
  • Woodworker NPC: *whispers fervently* “I love wood.” The Party: *GROANS then makes dick jokes for the next 30 minutes*
  • “I want the war chicken.”
  • “I go down to the kitchen and make pot brownies”
  • Druid set fire to mushrooms and nearly got the entire party high off LCD shrooms in the middle of a dungeon
  • The druid rescued a blink dog and now it follows him around the Party is STOKED about having a fey dog
  • “No seriously I want the war chicken I haven’t got a familiar yet”
  • “WHY DOES THE DAGGER KEEP TRYING TO KILL ME!?”
  • Our Monk has a sentient fey staff call Lugh’s Staff but is nicknamed Lucy and the druid has come to druidcraft flowers on it whenever possible–it irritates the monk but Lucy loves it
  • DM: *describes hulking creature of death as it lumbers into view into the ruins.* Party: “What is this thing????” DM: *shows them picture* Party: “Oh hell no.” “I start running.” “I’M STILL STEALTHED RIGHT?” “I’m staying behind the tree I don’t want it.” “I LIGHT MY HANDS ON FIRE”
  • Ranger: “I’m going to slit his throat while he sleeps” Entire Party: “NO”
  • “You almost killed his apprentice and you thought he’d go easy on you????”

MY FAVE THEON THINGS.

* show!winterfell arc, theon asks for more ravens and luwin calmly answers “you killed all the ravens”
* that time when theon confronts rodrik cassel, realises that it serves nothing to help him so he broods and remembers that time he fought with robb in the whispering woods
* mocked roose bolton with robb during counsels.
* he chose his horse because it tried to eat his ear.
* fond of silk and velvet. VERY FOND of it. (so much so that damned roose bolton remembers that) (i mean…) (why…? there are more important things)
* slept with a married woman… honey seriously.
* he is as dandy as you can be in westeros, don’t tell me that in some AU he wouldn’t read Wilde.
* he named his horse SMILER (and then ramsay burnt it alive, thank you ramsay, f*cking thank you)
* as nightmare fuel as it is, the prince of winterfell arc with theon trying so hard to be in charge and … not realising…that “reek” guy is shady af….
* he has nightmares about robb murdering him…….sTOP….(and creepy children as well).
* he wears dark colours when he is feeling bad, because his clothes need to fit his mood.
* he took winterfell with like 20 men and fought with the BLACKFISH, pleASE. 
* once, he killed an ironborn because the guy was drunk.
* the ironborn way of pillaging makes him uneasy and reminds him of Eddard Stark’s morals.
* (that same “”father figure”” that could have executed him any time. yeah, his life is fucked up). 
* he thinks. of the whispering woods battle. all. the. time.
* he can’t hold his wine. 
“whenever he imagined his homecoming…” he pictured coming home. often.
*  Theon had his bow; he needed nothing else.

Sleepy Conversations: a Tokka One-Shot

One of my good friends is just getting into Avatar the Last Airbender and she ships Tokka as hard as I do. Reminded me of so many feels. So I promised her a fanfic. My first real fanfiction in a long time, so it’s probably sucky. Probably takes place during Book Two. Enjoy :)

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“Sokka?” Toph asked quietly. “Sokka, are you asleep?”

Sokka opened his eyes and stared at the flames of the campfire. The gentle crackle of the woods mixed with the nocturnal whispers of the woods. Snores from his team mates. The hum of bugs. The rustle of the breeze. The grunts and scamper of animals. Only Toph’s little voice broke the serene night atmosphere.

“Sokka?”

“What is it, Toph?”

“What are looking at right now?”

Sokka rolled over to his stomach so that he was closer to the earthbender. “The fire? Why?”

“I was just wondering.”

In the moonlight, Toph’s pale skin glowed. The shafts of light filtering through the trees gleamed in her gray eyes. Sokka thought she looked like a doll when she was still like this. Tiny and fragile. He laughed a little because he knew that was far from the truth.

She turned on him then with an angry expression. “What are you laughing at?”

“You.”

“Well, sorry for wanting to appreciate a pretty night. Whatever. I’m going to sleep.” She rolled over and kicked up a wall of earth between her and Sokka.

“I’m sorry.”

“Whatever. I don’t care.”

In the quiet that followed, the howl of a moosewolf could be heard.

“Toph, are you asleep?”

“Yes.”

Sokka stood up and peaked over the earth wall. Toph was curled up in a ball, pouting, eyes wide open and staring at the grass. “No, you’re not. Liar.”

“Leave me alone.”

“You’re the one who woke me up, first.”

“You weren’t asleep. I could tell from your breathing.”

Pulling his sleeping bag closer, Sokka lied back down. Even though the wall separated the two of them, it didn’t make much difference. He knew Toph was listening to him from the other side, knowing his every movement. He tried to lean in as close as he could. He didn’t know why. He wanted to be closer to her. As if he wanted to hear her breathing, too.

“Hey, Toph. What are you listening to right now?”

“You, idiot.”

Sokka rephrased his question. “What do you usually listen to before you fall asleep?”

Instead of replying, she yawned and asked. “What do you usually look at when you’re falling asleep?”

“Hey, I asked you first.”

It took a few moments before he heard her whispered reply. “You.”

Sokka gulped down the lump in his throat and stared at the sky. Unsure of how to reply, he waited a few minutes until he thought Toph was asleep. At last, he sighed deeply and rolled over, knowing this whole conversation would be forgotten by the morning.

“Sokka, you never answered my question.” Her voice startled him from the edges of slumber.

“What?”

“What do you look at when you’re falling asleep?”

“You.”

4

1. Catelyn and the Stark family just before the events of A Game of Thrones.

2. The Kingslayer being thrown before Lady Catelyn after the Battle of Whispering Wood.

3.  Cat and little Sansa welcome Ned home while little Robb greets little Theon after the Greyjoy Rebellion.

4. An imagined portrait of Lady Catelyn Stark and her daughters Sansa and Arya. 


Artist: @mathiaarkoniel

  • Apollo: It pains me to ask, but I need your help on how to woo a hot young human.
  • Dionysus: You've come to the right god of ritual ecstasy, friend! OK, so what you do is you sidle up to them, and you lean on some conveniently placed object, all casual like, and you get in really close to their ear, so that they can feel your divine breath against their mortal skin, and you whisper sensually "I got wood for you."
  • Apollo:
  • Dionysus:
  • Apollo:
  • Dionysus: It's funny because Daphne and Cyparissus are both trees.
  • Brynden Tully: How are you feeling about being a hero in the battle of Whispering Woods ? This is quite a momentous event so far in the war…
  • Robb Stark: BRO, I AM STOKED! Those Lannister guys were like whoaaaa… And my army, was, like, EAT IT! Ka-chow! I slew that guy so hard today, then I held him in my arms until his sweet soul departed from that noble body… WICKED CHIVALROUS!
  • Brynden Tully: …I keep forgetting that you are fourteen.
8

They walked on. Barbrey Dustin’s face seemed to harden with every step. She likes this place no more than I do. Theon heard himself say,“My lady, why do you hate the Starks?
 She studied him.“For the same reason you love them.
 Theon stumbled. “Love them? I never … I took this castle from them, my lady. I had … had Bran and Rickon put to death, mounted their heads on spikes, I …
 “… rode south with Robb Stark, fought beside him at the Whispering Wood and Riverrun, returned to the Iron Islands as his envoy to treat with your own father. Barrowton sent men with the Young Wolf as well. I gave him as few men as I dared, but I knew that I must needs give him some or risk the wroth of Winterfell. So I had my own eyes and ears in that host. They kept me well informed. I know who you are. I know what you are. Now answer my question. Why do you love the Starks?”
 “I …” Theon put a gloved hand against a pillar. “… I wanted to be one of them …”
 “And never could. We have more in common than you know, my lord. But come.”

- The Turncloack (ADWD) // Helen McCrory as Lady Barbrey Ryswell, Alexander Dreymon as Brandon Stark, Frances O'Connor as Young Barbrey.