whispering wood

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I know who you are, and I doubt Kara would like the truth.

Robb x Targaryen!Reader...

((I hope you all like! Might have gotten a little wordy! ALSO, anon, sorry I couldn’t find a way to add smut!))

Word Count: 2,218

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He sat at the long table between his siblings and his mother. All six were true Starks, watching you with cold gazes that gave nothing away.

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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

Cursed

So this is the story I wrote inspired by Beauty and the Beast. I’d love it of you would tell me if you like it and I feel inspired enough I’ll continue it. Thanks for all the messages of love you guys sent me and I’m trying to get better for all of you who said they love me.

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Once upon a time in a kingdom that had never been touched by light, far, far away from where the beautiful beams of the sun kissed the holy earth lived the fairest king of them all, with his four sons.

The king had won battles and battles and beat any conqueror that would come to his kingdom. The crowds admired his courage and his utter love for justice and he, loved them back with everything piece of live in his heart. The kingdom might had never seen the light of sun but the King’s love for them and for their rights could take this place.


All good things though must come to an end, at least that’s what the King’s father had once told him. In a battle against his greatest enemy the king lost his second son, Prince Jason. From that day the King’s heart turned cold, frozen even. He had never been able to see that it was Jason’s actions who had led him to his torturous death. He blamed it all to himself and let his heart die out. The king was never coming back.

Unbeknownst to him Prince Jason lived in a castle hidden in the woods, cursed to go through the same pain he went through that night until he learnt feel more than pain anger and misery.
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“I’m telling you Stephanie my mother will get really mad if I’m not back in a while.” You shrieked your laundry basket away from Stephanie’s hands and started running to your house after you finished your talk.

“But (Y/n) I’m telling you there’s something in these woods!” Stephanie whisper-yelled at you as she run quickly behind you. “Please for me?! I swear just for one last time” she begged, blue eyes staring right into your (E/c) ones. You sighed, thinking about her offer one more time.

“You said it the last time”

“I know but-”

“And there are wolves in the woods, if it gets dark we’ll never make it back” Stephanie looked at you with wide, watered eyes. She always seemed to love visiting the woods to investigate whatever was there, although from what you had seen there was nothing but poisonous berry trees. It wouldn’t hurt to follow her for one more time. “I’ll inform my mother, my brother and Akita and I’ll come. Meet me here in an hour so we’ll be back before night comes”

Stephanie’s eyes lit up the moment she heard you speak and with a vigorous nod, that made her blonde hair tangle on her face she run away to her house. You stepped inside yours with a swift move. Your mother was in the bed as usually, coughing. It was as if by entering your front door you entered another dimension. The ine if sadness and pain. The one where misery was the only word to describe your situation.

Your mother was dying and your brother had already arranged your marriage with another man of the village, Akita. One of the best hunters the kingdom had and if you dared say, relatively handsome. You already knew he was a loyal man, he’d never betray your marriage and he was able to provide you with a good life after your mother died; it wasn’t your brother’s responsibility to take care if you after her death since he had his own family. And so, to step ahead of your mother’s sickness you were getting married to Akita in five days, either way your mother was not going to die for another month as the doctor had said.


You sighed again as you set the clean laundry on your bed and rushed to your mother.

“I’ll be going to the woods with Stephanie.” Was the first thing you said. You knew your mother wouldn’t say a thing, but your brother, who was standing in the corner of the room, certainly would.

“Again? Akita’s mother has finished your wedding dress and is waiting for you to go try it on.” He stated as you expected.

“I’ll be back before it gets dark. I’m sure Akita and his mother won’t mind”


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You had never sworn you’d kill Stephanie but now you just did. Claiming to know an unknown part of the woods the two of you followed the path until a horrid storm started. A thunder had crushed a tree, separating you and Stephanie. Fortunately the paths the two of you were following were almost parallel.

You were cold, wet to the bone and sure you would be sick with a fever at your own wedding. The sound of the rain pulsed in your ears in addition to your heartbeat. You felt the need to let Stephanie know your feelings. Was this this “something” these woods had?

“I’m killing you Stephanie Brown!” You yelled loud enough so she could hear. Little did you know. “Find us our way home”

BUT Stephanie knew better than start yelling back. She was scared to death too to say the least. But the thought of wolves devouring her made her ever more scared.

“STEPHANIEEE” she heard you yell again. She quietly sobbed in her wet coat and half whispered the only prayer her mother had taught her before she died. With the first howling she heard she knew one or both of you were doomed.


“RUN” she yelled and kicked her horse to make it go faster. That’s when your paths got completely different. Stephanie only heard the barking and growling of the wolves as well as a scream in her ears as she speed to the village. She knew what this meant.

She thanked God she found her way back. And now with her whole being shaking she had to break the news to you’re family.

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In the meanwhile you were more than terrified the moment a herd of wolves came to you. You knew you shouldn’t have yelled that loud to Stephanie. It was your fault you were going to die by wolves. You didn’t even know what to do to fight them or to get free. They were everywhere around you and you were bursting to tears. You didn’t want to die just yet.

A wolf coming right on you was the last thing you saw before a thunderous scream was heard. The wolves started running away, howling to each other. Looking right behind you you saw a small waterfall some meters away from you. Instantly you shook your head from the horrid thought of your dead body floating there and run toward it’s direction.

As you expected there was a path behind the waterfall, probably thats where the sound had come from. With a deep breath you walked towards the castle that was in your sight. It seemed abandoned but it was the only thing that could provide you with safety for one night.

Mugwort Wanderings on Forgotten Paths


It is on these cold days, where the dim light grows ever stronger and the woods seem to sigh in the evening’s early twilight, that I find myself thinking about the edges of the landscape. That subtle form that is just beyond our reach, just outside of our touch. Those moments we linger at the edge of a glade, or near a fallen tree in the bracken. Hearing the silence that is full of noise, a quiet rush of unexpected sounds hiding under the frequencies of our breath, behind the rustle of the leaves, taunting us from the treetops and river’s edge like a youthful lover.

The walks I take are often accompanied by my pipe. Full of some herbs gathered here or there depending on the time of year (and never tobacco). One herb that I find helps me come closer to the landscape’s edge is Mugwort (artemisia vulgaris).

A timeless herb used by men as far back as we have stories to tell, mugwort is mentioned by name in the Nine Herbs Charm as a favorite of Odin. Listed in herbals since the dawn of printing, mugwort is a versatile herb whose uses range from beer flavoring to medical treatment. But I find that a pipeful of mugwort is a perfect harmonizer with the natural landscape. It has a mild calming effect that syncs ones thoughts to the rustle of the trees, the conversations of the birds and the yawning decay of the forest floor.


“Remember, Mugwort, what you have revealed,
What you set out in mighty revelation,
‘The First’ you are called, oldest of herbs,
You have might against three and against thirty,
You have might against venom and elf-shot,
You have might against the darkness that fares over the land.”

- 'The Nine Herbs Charm’, from the Lacnunga

The entheogenic uses of mugwort are reported as early as Pliny, and throughout Europe its fame as a curative, spirit ward, and tonic are well known. It is in its chemical similarity to its cousin, wormwood (artemisia absinthium), that we find its power. Thujone, an active ingredient that affects the cannibinoid receptors in humans is the culprit responsible for much of the activity reported in absinthe, as well as in mugwort. Little surprise that absinthe was marketed under the title “the Green Fairy”.

There is quite a conscious connection between the shifted paradigm of thujone and the folklore of that land of the sidhe. Mugwort is not strong as far as contemporary entheogens go, but its understated effect is belied by its ability to tune one’s thoughts directly to that shimmering field of energy we stumble upon in forest and seashore. It is a key, able to open the doors in the landscape, for those who seek to walk on the other side of the mirror, so to speak.

After a pipe of mugwort on a winter’s day the landscape opens up, reveals itself like a crack in the world. The birds and trees telling a story, the ferns and fungi preparing a path on which to explore that vast terrain of myth. The sky itself seems to laugh as you glide along, footsteps a drum rhythm beating the skin of the world. A brightness in the air, followed by a listless energy and a desire to explore.

It fades, as all things must, after a short while. We find ourselves once again on this side of the hedge, the sounds of the world familiar again and full of nonsense and pomp. The whispers of the woods having moved on, seeking others who stumble on its forgotten paths.


anonymous asked:

Which contributed more to the break-up between Jamie and Cersei: Jamie's hand loss or Tyrion telling the truth about Cersei?

On Jaime’s part?

The loss of his hand, for sure. It’s not the source of all his character development, but it’s the catalyst of a lot.

As soon as Jaime gets back to King’s Landing, his character development puts him in direct conflict with Cersei and Tywin both, several chapters before Tyrion tells Jaime that Cersei has not been faithful in his absence. The seeds of the break-up are planted early in ASoS, and they bear fruit fast once Jaime and Cersei are reunited.

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Billie walks Fern through the whispering woods after school almost every day because Fern gets freaked out easily. 

Fern: Are you ever coming back to school? I’m so tired of being partnered up with Carlos in AP physics. Oi doesn’t that guy believe in deodorant?

Billie: Yeah I just have to ask Grace to lower my rent. Mh..and I hear his mom doesn't because she thinks the deodorant sticks have some kind of ET chemicals that makes you a target for alien abduction. Sounds cool to me. 


Brienne is in love with Jaime.

It’s in the books. 

Brienne of Tarth is in full on, undeniable, sexually attracted, romantic love with Jaime Lannister.

IT GOES LIKE THIS...

If Brienne loved Renly Baratheon:

Brienne dropped to her knees. “If I must part from Your Grace, grant me the honor of arming you for battle.”

Catelyn heard someone snigger behind her. She loves him, poor thing, she thought sadly. She’d play his squire just to touch him, and never care how great a fool they think her…(Catelyn III, ACOK)

Renly Baratheon had been more than a king to her. She had loved him since first he came to Tarth on his leisurely lord’s progress, to mark his coming of age. (Brienne I, AFFC)

Did you sing for Renly? She had not, not ever, though she had wanted … she had wanted …(Brienne IV, AFFC)

the bitter tears she shed the night her king wed Margaery Tyrell (Brienne VI, AFFC)

…And then Jaime replaces Renly in her mind:

And when the shadow sword sliced through the green steel gorget and the blood began to flow, she saw that the dying king was not Renly after all but Jaime Lannister, and she had failed him. (Brienne II, AFFC)

Would that Jaime had come with me, she thought … but he was a knight of the Kingsguard, his rightful place was with his king. Besides, it was Renly that she wanted. (Brienne IV, AFFC)

…And another of her former suitors (Red Ronnet Connington) becomes Jaime:

As he walked away, the griffins on his cloak rippled and blurred and changed to lions. Jaime! she wanted to cry. Jaime, come back for me! (Brienne VIII, AFFC)

We can conclude Jaime has replaced Renly in Brienne’s affections. This is not simply an example of Brienne’s loyalty changing. Brienne’s last oath was to Catelyn Stark, but it is only Renly’s face we see changing to Jaime’s–never Catelyn’s–indicating that these are all references to Brienne’s romantic life alone.

But one could argue Brienne’s love for Renly fell into safe, juvenile crush territory.

SO HOW DOES BRIENNE'S RELATIONSHIP WITH JAIME
DIFFER FROM HER RELATIONSHIP WITH RENLY?

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Continued from @shoegazerx‘s lovely art HERE


Will had never been more confused.

Hannibal had been gone nearly a fortnight but he could not get the huntsman out of his head. Imagined encounters filled his nights and hopes for the huntsman’s return took up his daily daydreams.

The dwarves, in particular Beverly, seemed to be amused by his enthrallment.

“Something she cannot have control over,” Beverly said, clapping him on the shoulder, “Love.”

Will was quick to assure that it was not love. He knew that this was not, nor would it ever be.

Though mere days later, the Prince would know what it meant to have his heart broken.

Will had been practicing with the bow, the hand-carved arrows felt so right in his hand, when the familiar voice shocked him into missing the target.

“You’re still here, Will, I would have thought you gone.”

Will blushed, turned to get another arrow. “There has been no reason t…”

The hand on his shoulder made Will startle; he turned abruptly and fell into Hannibal’s embrace. The huntsman smirked, “The danger of the Bedelia’s army is not a reason? The woman herself?”

Will pulled back, chilled and somewhat annoyed. “You last spoke as if you yourself did not fear her so why…”

Hannibal pulled out his dagger and to Will’s surprise, an apple.

“I fear no one, Prince. That does not mean you should feel the same,” he cut a piece of apple and chewed it.

Will had not had apples in ages, the orchards were too close to the castle to be safe. “You have been to the Whispering Woods.”

Hannibal smiled. “I have been many places, done many things,” he cut a piece of apple, stopped just short of eating the piece and offered it to Will. 

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