I decided to doodle some lovely ladies today for the occaission, so here’s a pretty Jokaste and an Aria from my Skyrim fic Rat’s Gold!I need more female OCs… and I need to draw Jokaste more xD I LOVE HER TO PIECES <3 <3 <3
I know I’ve been gone for a while guys, lots of family stuff going on, though I’ll be posting up commissions soon!! (Though there may be a flash sale sometime sooooon~)
A/N: So, this wonderfull picture came up on my dash, it also came with a small description on How Dean and Castiel first kiss.@thefriendlypigeon owns this picture and I hope this is ok (i really dont know how to link and all the fancy things you cool hip young people do here on tumblr, so be nice, and if this is wrong in some way, pleace just talk to me and will sort this out) Any way, i wrote this little fic about this pic.
wordcount: 1186 Warnings:fluff, slight angst and confusion…crowley! ;)
”Well boys, too bad I forgot my jammies, now that we’re having a slumber party.” The king of hell, leaning with his hands against the back of a chair, was smirking at the situation.
”Shut up, Crowley” the brothers said with one mouth.
”If you’re not gonna help, just be a nice little demon and, you know, shut up” Dean wasn’t particularly amused by the circumstances.
”Well, I did give it my best” Crowley shrugged his shoulders as he sat down on the chair. ”It’s my mother’s doing, and I can’t fix this with my magic, she saw to that.”
Imagine: Being the last true Tyrell alive and managing to escape High Garden
during the Lannister invasion.
was gone. You were covered in mud and blood and tears. You couldn’t believe
what had happened not even days ago. You whimpered as you hunched over your
horse. Dragonstone was almost within reach…you just needed to push a little
had been ruined once more because of that bitch Cersei. First, she had taken
the lives of your older siblings—Loras and Margaery and now she has taken your
home and killed your grandmother Olenna. Your handmaidens had died so that you
would have enough time to escape and then your knight, the man you loved, was dead as well. He had died to so that the
last Tyrell would live.
seemed so bleak now.
straightened your back and looked up. The sun was beginning to rise and you
hadn’t stopped riding for days now…you were afraid that if you stopped the
Lannisters would find you. You had no idea what Cersei would do to you….the
last breathing Tyrell.
swallowed the lump in your throat and shudder at the thought.
only a young girl of sixteen and you had lost everything. Your home was gone,
your family was gone, and now you were alone. Your people were most likely dead
because the Tyrell’s were shit at fighting and war. The white stone walls of
your home would be forever stained red.
at your dirtied face and wondered what would happen to you.
You were a
highborn…pampered and spoiled by those who cared about you. You admit that you
tried to stay humble as best as possible but where had that gotten you?
your head as you see the beginning of the small village near the waters. You
hope that they would grant you passage to Dragonstone but if not, you would send
a raven and await the Queen’s reply.
some money that your handmaidens managed to slip into your pack that was
strapped securely on your mare. Your grandmother knew something like this would
happen and gracefully accepted defeat but she did not accept defeat for you.
She made the heir of High
Garden; given you the
letter sealed by her, and told you the whereabouts about the Tyrell fortune.
to stumble across an inn and brought a room for the night—though you weren’t
sure if you needed more nights considering the position you were in. You
managed to buy some ratty dress from across the street and take a bath.
never bathed on your own but didn’t find it too difficult. It was odd bathing
without any bath salts or any creams for your hair or even any scented oils for
your skin. You shouldn’t complain…you were alive….your family wasn’t so lucky.
depressed about everything that has happened but you try to look on the
sleep doesn’t come easy but eventually after hours of tossing and turning…you
do fall asleep. In the morning, you head straight to the docks and beg the men
to grant you ferry to Dragonstone. Most of wary…and refuse. You are upset but
do not give up. You want to curse these men but realize that they are afraid of
the dragons…and what were to happen if they did grant you a ferry to
to yourself as you make way to the ravens. You pay for a raven, scribble down
your plea to the Queen, and send the bird off. You watch the black bird glide
across the sky with ease and you feel your stomach grumble with hunger.
that there wasn’t anything else to do but wait, you headed towards the stables
of the inn you were staying at. You rent a room for a week, pay, and head to
see your hose. This mare belonged to the man who gave up his life for you….you
would try your best to keep her alive. You weren’t sure of the care of a
horse…you just stood there unsure as the mare stared at you almost pitifully.
need help tending to your horse?” A stable-boy asks.
very young but his round face is friendly and there is a smile he is showing.
You wring your hands together and shake your head. He leaves hesitantly and
begins working on another horse. You watch him work closely and although you
aren’t happy with shoveling horse shit, you follow his example.
almost an hour of tending to the mare, you leave the stables tiredly. It was
probably the hardest thing to do in a long time…and you were somewhat proud of
your work. The mare looked considerably happy and was even happier when you
gave her a whole apple as a treat.
be days until a knock raised you from your sleep. You rub at your eyes tiredly
and wondered who would be at your door. For a moment, you wonder if someone had
ratted you out and the Lannisters managed to find you.
take the chance and wield a dagger given to you by your father. You hide it
within reach and open the door.
surprised to see Tyrion. A Lannister had found you indeed. You are relieved,
“Queen Daenerys has saved me.” You mumble as you allowed Tyrion inside.
surprised to hear that someone had
survived the attack on High
Garden…we were even more
surprised that it was you, Lady Y/N.” Tyrion smiled at you looking sincerely
happy that you were alive.
know where else to go.” You told him shyly.
chuckles, “You went to the right place. The Queen is happy to receive you. She
sent me to come retrieve you and your belongings….if you have anything.” He
tries not to sound rude and you smile ever so slightly.
“I do not
carry much but I do have my horse that I wish to bring with me.” You inform him.
He says as if he didn’t hear you right, “Is the horse that important?”
You nod, “I
wouldn’t have asked if the horse wasn’t.” You remark smartly.
lips twitch into an amused smile and nods, “Then hurry up and pack and we will
travel back to Dragonstone.” He says with a slight bow of his head signaling
that he was going to leave, “We’ll be downstairs when you are ready.” He backs
out from your room and leaves down the hall.
your door and are quick to gather your belongings, even though they are few.
You change into something more modest then the sleeping gown, stuff that gown
into your pack, and hurriedly put your hair up in a similar way you saw a girl
wasn’t as tight as the girl’s but it keeps your hair out of your face. You try
your best to make the bed—you have seen the young girl’s at the inn making the
bed and do your best with what you could remember. You smile at your handiwork
before grabbing your pack and going downstairs.
sitting with foreign men in dark armor—these must be the Unsullied. The dwarf
is cringing as he drinks the wine some young maiden has given him. Tyrion pays
for his drink and leads you to the large ship docked and you begin the journey
is long but Tyrion keeps you company. He feels guilty because of your loss…you
do not blame him. Tyrion Lannister was a clever man…but Jamie was a man of
expert military capability…Tyrion wasn’t meant for war. You wished that perhaps
this could’ve been avoided but this was war.
your brothers and your sister so much.
wasn’t a day that went by that you didn’t think about them. You had lost your
entire family…and Queen Daenerys knew that. The day grew dark and it was around
night time that you arrived at the familiar and beautiful castle of Dragonstone.
Tyrion leads you to the throne room and to the strategy room. Even though the
hour is late there is the Queen staring at the map table in front of her.
up and you stare at her before bowing your head, “Your Grace,” You greet her
with a weak smile, “I am grateful that you responded to my cry for help.” You
say with gratitude.
tall and proud. Her violet eyes are staring at your very soul…you feel the need
to shy away but you were taught better than that. She does not reply but she
looks deep in thought and it isn’t until she is walking your way that you start
to feel some panic build up in you.
to apologize for my mistake,” Daenerys stood in front of you and you felt so
small compared to her…it made you miss your family and home, “You lost your
home and the only family you had left because of my error.” She looks sad and
even though she tries to hide away the guilt and pain, you can see it. It was
the same look Tyrion carried the entire day.
your head and find your voice, “I don’t blame you.” Your voice is but a night
whisper but the stone in this room echoes with your voice, “I don’t blame
anybody but Cersei and Jaime Lannister.” There is loathing in your voice and
you feel your hands clench in anger, “But I can never blame you or Tyrion.”
smiles ever so slightly—a rare sight.
your pain,” She speaks softly and gently reaches out to hold your clenched
hand, “And I will not let you suffer in anyway like I did.”
surprised when she Queen squeezes your hand, “Would you like some dinner? You
your heart fill with relief and gratitude towards the Queen and vow to help her
claim what rightfully belongs to her. Besides, if you were lucky you would see
Cersei and Jaime burn.