you need the gods old and new in your life

anonymous asked:

prompt, if ur taking them: jaime rides to winterfell and bends the knee to sansa and becomes an honorable advisor, Jon is very jealous. (bonus points if he walks past dany who thinks he's bending the knee to her instead of sansa)

Jon x Sansa, Jaime & Sansa

The wind bit into him, whipping at his cloak, but Sansa stood at the battlement’s edge as if they faced only a summer snow. Her hair lifted and fluttered about, even slapping against him once or twice. Jon fought the temptation to wrap it around his fist and pull her to him.

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First Comes Love, Then Comes Marriage... (Part 1/2)

Pairings: Dean x Reader (Series Rewrite Setting)
Word Count: 8,896. 
Summery: The boys have been gone for over a month now. But after being reunited once again with the man you love, there’s a surprise waiting for him. 
Warnings: Spoilers for season eleven and twelve! “First Blood” to be exact. (If you squint just enough, this just might be considered a rewrite.) Mary might be a bit OOC. Also, mentions of pregnancy/miscarriages.

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I know what you’re thinking; Shouldn’t this be the second part to “Sam, Interrupted” and not some drabble that turned into a monster, Danielle?! Sigh. I’m so far behind on writing/this season in general. But this came out after I have been wondering what might happen in season twelve with the reader in my rewrite series. (As some of my amazing followers sent in some ideas of their own.) You don’t need to have read it to enjoy, but since a lot of people seem to like the dynamics between the both of them, I decided to give you guys a treat! Also, “Swamp Meat” rewrite for my lovely Sam girls is in the works, too. ;) For those who want to embark on a fourteen page journey that took me two days to write, enjoy! 

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anonymous asked:

Do you do reincarnation prompts?

1) I wish I wasn’t drawn back to you in every life - it means I’m always losing you and I am tired of accidentally slipping “goodbye” and “please don’t leave me” and “can’t you see I love you” into the cracks in my voice when we say hello.

2) “Is it you?” They scooped the cat up. Peered at it suspiciously, holding it up to their face. It was a worn torn thing still, but affectionate as anything after a few weeks in their home. “You know I’m not a cat person, are you fucking with me? You couldn’t have been a puppy?”
“Are you seriously talking to my cat? Which you stole?”
Their head shot up - not sure if they were more shocked by the achingly familiar voice or the completely unfounded accusations of feline theft. They hadn’t even told the damn thing to keep coming in the house!

3) There were pills that were supposed to stop the flashbacks, the old memories, but some people chose to remember. I spent my whole life trying to forget the terrible thing I did. You spent your whole life trying to remember why you would wake up screaming. 

4) She peeled down another poster off the wall, stuffing it into her pocket. 
The Carnation Project was supposed to bring new life, second chances, hope. 

5) “Look, man, you need to get over it. Seriously. That was a whole two lifetimes ago.”

hot new canon spin off idea

on earth c after the jump forward in time the kids dont really have a lot of old gods type responsibility over general godly things like the life and death of everyone, the pattern of the weather, how well crops do in a season? that type of stuff, because the planet does a pretty damn good job of doing that all on its own. thats how science works, ya feel me?

so what do you do in this brand new world with all sorts of power at your fingertips and not a big need for godly intervention on a worldly scale? you get superheroes is whatcha get

a lot of god tier and backstory stuff already fits well into common superhero tropes:

-premade costumes that seem to just come along w the powers

-individual powers (to add interest) with some common overlap (flight, general durability, general capability in fights?)

-conditional immortality! characters die in comics all the time but they basically always come back to life either through actual revival or rebooting the universe

-weird circumstances of birth/predestination towards eventual greatness

-currently leading major operations in their everyday lives (rulers of the kingdoms???? that ones iffy, but jane and jake are ceos of crockercorp and skaianet)

-all sorts of alt universes to look into if the dreambubbles every become, relevant again

[this is also similar to how golden age comic characters (those with super powers like superman anyway) are usually coming from a religious basis, taking from recognizable backgrounds like Samson, Moses, Jesus. These are all very Abrahamic examples but my comics background is very western sorry]

This all leads back into canon with how we see a certain Ms. Crocker spending her days.

Every superhero story needs its super villians, and we’ve got the perfect set up for a monster of the week type superhero series:

now if only jane werent stuck in permahell in the oven and the snapdates werent abanoded forEV-


[x] // requested by sociallyawkwardperi

You kneeled before the two Targaryens, and you could see Viserys smirk as Daenerys stepped forward, slightly confused. 

“I offer my services to Viserys and Daenerys Targaryen,” you stated, bowing your head. “I will shield your back and give my life for yours if need be. I swear it by the Old Gods and the New.” 

“y/n is an excellent fighter.” Viserys whispered to his sister, and her eyes widened. “We’ll never have to worry about people trying to kill us with them by our side.”


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Vegas vignette no 3:

Zhenya’s got a glass of Perrier in front of him this time. He eyes the lime wedge floating in it balefully. Sidney deserves better than a hus- well, a someone who drops dead of liver failure by age fifty. Sidney’s son deserves better. And so Zhenya has poured several thousand dollars of expensive liqueur down his suite’s sink. He’s missing his whiskey especially at the moment though. The entire day has been nothing but headache-inducing phone calls.

He’s too practiced to jump when a heavy hand claps suddenly down on his shoulder, but it’s a near thing. Zhenya slides his hand back out from where it had closed automatically on his Glock and glowers at Sasha as he sprawls inelegantly in the seat opposite Zhenya. Sasha grins, gap-toothed and unrepentant.

<So, Zhenya. How are you? I’ve been hearing some funny little rumors about you. You know how the mafia puts gossipy old women to shame.>

Zhenya grunts and takes a swig of his damn sparkling water. <It’s really none of your fucking business, Sasha.>

Sasha loses his flippant grin, suddenly serious. <It’s alright you, you know. You’re allowed to retire. Start a new life. God knows I’d understand the impulse better than anyone.>

<Right. How are things with your Swedish policeman?> Zhenya asks him. Sasha smiles a little sadly into the middle distance.

<I might need to follow you, soon, if I don’t want to lose him. What we are, Zhenya, doesn’t mix well with the lives of the upstanding and the good.>

<He has a child,> Zhenya finds himself confessing. <A son. He’s sick, in the hospital. Has been in and out his entire life, Sid tells me.>

<Ah,> Sasha says, understandingly. <And you’ve always been such a damn fool for children.>

Sasha’s not wrong. Zhenya has long ago given up on his secret yearning for a full, bustling household. Children underfoot, perched on his shoulders, laughing. With the first prick of the needle inking the marks of his trade into his skin, he’d tried to let that idyllic vision spark out.

It’s stubbornly flaring back to life now, though. Fueled by Sid’s lovely eyes and his ridiculous laugh, and the way his thumb had caressed the edge of his battered phone case when he’d shown Zhenya the photo of his child. And Zhenya wants.

<Where did you go just now?> Sasha asks him, with surprising gentleness. Zhenya blinks the tawdry opulence of his surroundings back into focus.

<Somewhere better,> he says, and Sasha lifts his glass in acknowledgement.

<To love, then, god help us,> he says, and Zhenya clinks his glass to his.

Dig me no grave

Name: Dig me no grave

Author: Aya-Fay

Fandom: Gotham

Pairing: Victor Zsasz x reader

Warnings: AU.

Tags: @multi-villain-imagines @socktrollqueen @myregardstothereader @queencobblefreezestuff @cloama @animeo2l @gotham-city-tales   @jokesterwrites @luciebell-writes @rawrcoptergaming @taintedmarker @emberandshadow @cobblehearts  @awteitha @tangentasilem @miss-harleenquinzel @westfamilyfunction

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Liberty - 10 Shots

Directed by Chris Fisher, written by Denise The and Greg Plageman

“The truth? The truth is a vast thing. I see that now. Just how much truth there is. Where would we even begin? The truth is, you are not very smart. In fact, you’re only the 43rd smartest person in this building.” / “43rd? Okay, did your… your voice tell you that? That’s based on what?” / “Every standardized test you ever took, averaged together, not including your medical boards, which you cheated on. The truth is, you smoke an average of nine cigarettes a week in the parking lot when you think no one’s looking. The truth is that you visit a massage parlor once or twice a month, that you pay for it with crisp $100 bills that you get out of the cash machine at the 7-Eleven across the street. The truth is that you fantasize on online forums about having sex with some of your patients. Though not me… yet. I guess I’m not your type. The truth is, God is 11 years old, that She was born on New Year’s Day, 2002, in Manhattan. The truth is that She’s chosen me, and I don’t know why yet. That for the first time in my life, I’m a little scared about what’s gonna happen. The truth is, I’m stuck here for now, and the only dialogue you need to be worried about is between me and Her, which is why you might want to give me my phone back. Because I’m having an argument. Would you like to know the truth, doctor? About what we’re arguing over? Whether or not I’m gonna kill you.” - Root/Dr. Carmichael

necromancy for ANY occasion!

“What IS necromancy?”

Well, spooky babies, sometimes it’s being so stressed and strung out and ??? by everything that you leave literally everything on your death god’s altar while vaguely saying, “help help help” in the least dignified way possible.

it may help to think this through, or not.

luck spell? sure, why not. like, good luck means that bad luck is over, right? something dies in this equation. there you go! bam, up on the death god altar.

LOVE spell? “help please I would like the dry season to DIE yes thank you.”


confidence spell? “help help help DEATH to my insecurities, bless, thank you.”

glamour spell??? you could probably make some kind of embalming metaphor here, but like, I probably wouldn’t.

healing boost (while also getting proper medical care)? this one is EASY! death entities are often healers. and by “often” I mean “Baron Samedi but idk probably others it’s late at night i’m doing my best.”

motivation/sticking to a new workout regime? since we’ve established that healing is a necromancy go to, think about healing some more! fast recovery times! greater bodily health! you’ve only got one body so you need to care of it while you can.

wealth? hey, easy peasy! gold comes from the GROUND, where bodies are buried and whatever, so death gods are often $$$ blingin’ in their mythologies. “oh lord of dirt! help me out here with this month’s rent! please and thank!”

basically ANY spell–to get a new thing in your life, usually an old one has to go, and that’s at least a metaphorical death. frequently, to summon a thing is to banish another thing. summon friendship, banish loneliness. summon wealth, banish scarcity. think of the easing of transitions, think of anything liminal and how it echoes the journey of life to death. or think of the preservation of the human body and how things relate to your physical health–”hey, with more money, I’ll buy better food, and that will make me healthier, so this is totally under your umbrella, death god of choice, thanks for helping me in this ritual.”

and of course, you don’t NEED a deity to witchcraft with, so feel free to generalize these ideas however. brb putting fresh chocolate on my altar skulls.

táimid naimhde sa chathair | tommy shelby/reader | pt. 3

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You found yourself in Tommy’s office for the first time since the funeral and asked yourself exactly how surreal your life could possibly get.

“Alright, sweetheart”

“Oh, fucking hell and all its reprobates, Alfie fucking Solomons”


You took a deep breath, hands finding your hips. You looked back and forth between Alfie and Tommy, Tommy between you and Alfie, Alfie between you and Tommy. Everyone else was watching all of you watching each other.

“This is fucking ridiculous”

“So, you’re here, now are you? Right, that’s…only last I saw you-“

“Yeah, let’s not alright, Solomons? That’s done, that’s gone”



“Sabini, though”

“I never fucking-“

“No, Sabini though-“

“I had nothing to do with his dad other than him hiring me and listen-“

“I’m just saying, darlin’ you can pick ‘em”

“Don’t I bloody know that, Alfie? Don’t I?”

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                       OUT WITH THE OLD AND IN WITH THE NEW

This is a spell to get rid of all the old that no longer serves you thus creating space for the new to come. This spell should be done in two parts, beginning with a new moon and ending it on a full moon.

All you’re going to need is an old bone (be it from an animal, or your tooth or anything really) and a feather, or more if you’d like.

You’re going to charge these objects before you start the spell on a new moon.

On the night of a new moon, cast a circle around you, invoke any gods or spirits or whatever you work with to come and join you. Place the bone in front of you and meditate on all the negative aspects you want gone in your life. Place all of these events, people, emotions or situations into the bone. Talk to it if you’d like, cry to it, scream at it, clench it with your fists whatever floats your boat. (TRIGGER WARNING: blood) Prick your finger and drip a drop of blood on the bone. If you do not want to do this it’s alright don’t do it. Bury this bone, or throw it in a river.

Next, on the night of a full moon place the feather/s in front of you and meditate on all the new things you want in your life, whether it be love, money, a new job, friends, health or any wish you have in mind. Concentrate real hard on what it would feel like to you if you had all you wanted. Grasp that feeling and those images and envision them going into the feather. Prick your finger and drip a drop of blood on the feather, and again its totally cool if you don’t want to. Take a cup of red wine (or a red juice if you’re not into alcohol) and go out somewhere you feel at peace. Sit under the moon for a while, soaking in her frequency and when it feels right release the feathers into the air, and really open up yourself to receiving all you want in life. Imagine what it would feel like to have achieved all that you want again under the full moon, tell her your wishes and open up your heart to her. Once you’re done, take a gulp or two from the wine/juice and pour the rest into the ground. Thank the moon and walk away. 

Story time (Robb Stark x Reader

Imagine… Telling Bran stories every night before bed, and one night Robb listens in on your story telling

Warnings: None

Word count: 796

A/n: Personally I feel it’s difficult to write something for Robb, I just don’t know how to express his character through writing, this is probably because I just started watching the show so if I get anything wrong, please be understanding.

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“What do you want to hear about tonight, Brann,” Y/N said to the young Stark, as he lay in his bed. “Mother and father talk about how you’ve been to the wall, tell me about it,” he said snuggling down into the soft fur blankets (Storied taking place before he becomes a cripple.) “Indeed, I have,” the young woman smiled, she had grown fond of telling stories to the two youngest stark boys. Unknown to her this time she had another listener, ready to hear of the young woman’s travels.

“Let’s see, once- not so long ago, my father, lord of house (y/l/n) had taken me and my younger siblings to see the wall,” the woman started, Bran listened awaiting the moment she continued. Robb the other listener, stood at the doorframe going unnoticed by the two, enamored with the woman’s voice. “He claimed we deserved a proper education, and to get it we needed to see everything we heard about in person, and so he showed us,” Y/N said smiling to herself. “It was cold, my younger brother, he lost a finger to wind.” Bran’s eyes were full of wonder, the young lady of house (Y/L/N) chuckled at his excitement.

“My mother- she swore, he’d never leave her sight again, but alas he’s going off with your brother Jon to join the very men he’d met some time ago,” Y/N looked out the window, adoring the stars that rest above them. Robb leaned into the doorway slightly to gain sight of the two, he was careful not to get caught. “Are you worried about him,” Brans voice broke the silence between the two. From his limited vision Robb could see the woman shake her head. “No, he’ll be with your brother Jon, I trust Jon won’t leave him behind,” the woman smiled. “You Starks are known for your loyalty and honor, even if Jon Snow is half of a Stark he’s still a Stark, and I trust that he’ll honor your family by supporting mine in its time of need,” the woman said, at that Robb smiled.

You were one of few people who hadn’t omitted his brother from anything, the first time you had been to Winterfell you dragged Jon into the dining hall with you and claimed that if he weren’t to eat with everyone else you’d sleep with the hounds in the kennel. Robb found himself thinking of you quite often, he admired you for many things, such as your sword fighting abilities, your intelligence and ability to catch on quickly, and last but not least your beauty. He swore on his life that the Gods old and new had given the world the pleasure of having someone of your beauty inhabit it, no one would ever be and could never be as beautiful as you.

By the time Robb had stopped staring he’d realized you’d finished your story telling and had sent Bran into a world of sleep. As you stood and walked to the door, you discovered his presence, a small smile graced itself onto your lips. “Good evening, Robb, have you been standing there the entire time?” you said quietly closing the door. “Y/N, Good evening, I didn’t realize you’d been sending my brother to sleep recently?” Robb feigned a cough, as you started walking to your sleeping chambers. “Is that a problem? Would you liked me to stop?” you asked, turning to look at him. “N-No, its fine, whatever gets him to sleep on time,” Robb smiled.

The two walked on without a care, they found themselves in the Godswood at some point, staring into the small pond. “Can I tell you a story, Lady Y/N” Robb said looking at your reflection. “Go ahead, I’m sure it’ll be wondrous,” the woman said absentmindedly. “Once, there was this Lord, he’d met this beautiful woman, this woman was not only beautiful physically, her entire existence was beautiful” Robb started, smiling to himself.

“What did she look like,” Y/N looked over to the young Stark curiously. “She looked similar to you, long/short (H/C), (E/C) eyes, every time she smiled the sun would burn brighter as a means to warm the earth with her presence,” a playful smirk made its way to Robbs face. “The young lord was so deeply in love with the woman, he brought her to a place that looked vaguely like our Godswood here,” he continued, Y/N had caught on slightly, but still listened carefully. ‘He brought her there to tell her how much he loved her,” at that moment the young stark looked to her smile glistening in the moonlight.

“You want to know a funny thing?” Robb asked, the girl nodded

“They young woman’s name was (Y/F/N) and the Lords name was Robb Stark of Winterfell.”



Insanity would be an accurate word to describe the situation taking place at the moment but any who dared to suggest such a thing to their new Pharaoh would perhaps find themselves inside a cell or even beginning their jounery to the afterlife. Perhaps it wasn’t so hard to understand why the sudden loss of all importance within onces life may lead to the current situation but when one was also the ruler of the land - that insanity was more like a virus.

The ritual taking place at the moment could only be seen as an act of darkness. Seto sat in the center of the platform that had been arranged by Mana over the last few weeks after intensive studying of a forbidden spell. In his arms laid the body of the woman that had captured his heart not so long ago - and though no one felt as though this spell was going to work - no one was brave enough to speak out against the wishes of the grief stricken king. He sat almost motionless as the incantation was spoken around him, echoing off the chambers of the tomb that they were currently sat within. This was the last attempt. Everything else had failed and they all knew it.

Silently, Seto pulled Kisara closer to his chest, half bent over as though he was trying to comfort her while inside his mind he was crying out to the God’s to listen to their wishes. A small part of him was aware of how he was behaving, was aware of how ashamed he should be feeling for the actions he had taken to reach this stage - and yet when he heard that answering call he couldnt help but feel hope beginning to stir within him, eyes widening ever so slightly as the image of Anubis appeaered before him.

“In order for the soul of this woman to be returned ~ a cost shall need to be paid” the old God spoke out loud and clearly, Seto unable to form words despite the instant agreement that had been ready to drop from his lips, “We have chosen the price ~ in order to stop this insanity and for this womans life to be returned, he had taken away her ability to produce new life. Egypt shall be left without an Heir, unless you are able to place your heart elsewhere”

And with that everything sudden fell silent and still, leaving a speechless Pharaoh gazing down at the woman in his arms, silent tears falling as colour begun to return to her skin ~ that issue could wait. For now, surely it was simply enough to watch as her chest begun to slowly rise and fall, to feel the heat that begun to cover her skin. “Kisara…”


Chapter 20: OathKeeper

Originally posted by vaniwin

Your life with the Starks is great, it’s more than you ever imagined. You and Jon Snow have a beloved little secret, but will that change all very soon? What will happen to Jon and especially you as new series of events start to stir causing a plethora of mishaps and sinister evil beings try to plot against the Starks, what will you do to play your part in the Game of Thrones?

Chapter 18  Chapter 19  Chapter 21 

Warnings: Shit is fucked. 

We kept running, I’m not sure how we survived it though… But we need to keep running. I started to hear Ramsay’s hounds behind us as I still tried to pull Sansa with me. We need to get far away from Winterfell as possible. We been running for days and nights and I honestly was close to giving up. We ran though the woods panting and trying to catch our breath, but every time I turn around Sansa is looking back and trying to keep up. She stops as I alert Theon. He rushes over to her and grabs her. “We can’t stop.” He says as I rush over to help her off her feet and to keep moving.

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anonymous asked:

How do sworn shields work? Would Catelyn, for example, have normally had a sworn shield if she was in the South? Are sworn shields only for royalty? Would Margaery Tyrell have one, would Arianne Martell, I don't know, would Genna Lannister have one? Is there a line for how exalted you have to be to get one?

Thanks for the question, Anon.

A sworn shield is a warrior (probably largely knightly, though there may be some northern sworn shields who have not been knighted) assigned as a special bodyguard to an individual of noble birth (a little more on this below). That warrior pledges an oath vowing lasting protection to the individual, who then (either himself/herself or, in the case of children, probably the parents/guardian) returns an oath swearing the just terms of service, as Brienne did to Catelyn:

The tall girl knelt awkwardly, unsheathed Renly’s longsword, and laid it at her feet. “Then I am yours, my lady. Your liege man, or … whatever you would have me be. I will shield your back and keep your counsel and give my life for yours, if need be. I swear it by the old gods and the new.”

“And I vow that you shall always have a place by my hearth and meat and mead at my table, and pledge to ask no service of you that might bring you into dishonor. I swear it by the old gods and the new. Arise.”

A sworn shield can be named to a person of any age, gender, or (theoretically) noble rank, but we’ve only seen sworn shields among the royalty and what we might call the “high nobility” (that is, paramount lords). A sworn shield, after all, is a sort of one-man Kingsguard, by the side of his (or her) charge, ready at any moment to defend and, if need be, die for him or her. The larger a household of knights a family has, the more likely it may be that one could be given that task, going wherever the charge goes and remaining with the charge if the household went to war. 

People that have had sworn shields include King Gwayne V Gardener:

Amongst those so honored was an Andal knight named Ser Alester Tyrell, whose prowess at arms was such that he was made the king’s champion and sworn shield under Gwayne V. Ser Alester’s descendants in time became the hereditary stewards of Highgarden under the Gardeners.

Aegon I Targaryen:

Even before the Conquest, [Orys Baratheon] served as Aegon’s champion and sworn shield, and his defeat of King Argilac only added further luster to his name.

Princess Rhaenyra (who had three over her lifetime):

Black-haired, green-eyed, and comely, he proved a delight to the ladies of the court—and to Princess Rhaenyra most of all. She took a childish fancy to him, naming him “my white knight” and begging her father to make him her sworn shield, which he did.

Ser Erryk Cargyll remained at Dragonstone as Rhaenyra’s sworn shield, taking the place of Ser Harwin Strong, who returned to Harrenhal.


“It’s not the same,” Sansa said. “The Hound is Joffrey’s sworn shield. Your butcher’s boy attacked the prince.”

It might be noted that Sandor was originally Cersei’s sworn shield:

Sansa hesitated. “If you like,” she said uncertainly. “I suppose I could tie Lady up.” She did not quite understand, though. “I didn’t know you had a dog …”

Joffrey laughed. “He’s my mother’s dog, in truth. She has set him to guard me, and so he does.”


“An honored guest,” Tyrion insisted, “and I suspect Martell will treat Myrcella more kindly than Joffrey has treated Sansa Stark. I had in mind to send Ser Arys Oakheart with her. With a knight of the Kingsguard as her sworn shield, no one is like to forget who or what she is.”


“I must confess, I am running short of patience with dear Osney. It is past time he broke in that little filly. I named him Tommen’s sworn shield so he could spend part of every day in Margaery’s company. He should have plucked the rose by now. Is the little queen blind to his charms?”

Trystane Martell:

Myrcella had her maids and Septa Eglantine as well, and Prince Trystane was attended by his sworn shield, Ser Gascoyne of the Greenblood. No one will trouble her, he told himself, and in a fortnight we shall be safely away.

And Arianne Martell:

A small party travels more swiftly than a large one, but the heir to Dorne does not ride alone. From Godsgrace came Ser Daemon Sand, the bastard; once Prince Oberyn’s squire, now Arianne’s sworn shield.

It seems to also be the case that an individual can have multiple sworn shields. Take this passage from “The Princess and the Queen”:

Lords Piper and Deddings, seated together atop a low rise, burned with their squires, servants, and sworn shields when the Bronze Fury chanced to take note of them. An instant later, Seasmoke fell upon him.

Or this one from A Dance with Dragons:

Queen Selyse’s protectors stood along the walls, shining knights all in a row: Ser Malegorn, Ser Benethon, Ser Narbert, Ser Patrek, Ser Dorden, Ser Brus. With so many bloodthirsty wildlings infesting Castle Black, Selyse kept her sworn shields about her night and day.

Quentyn also refers to Gerris Drinkwater and Archibald Yronwood as “his sworn shields” to Daenerys. 

As for when someone gets a sworn shield … well, perhaps this is an obvious point, but it seems from the above examples that most sworn shields are named when their charges need special protection. Catelyn ruefully tells Brienne that she, Brienne, must keep her safe since her ordinary protectors - the men of her House and her lord husband - cannot. Myrcella’s sworn shield was named when she was going to formerly hostile Dorne, Arianne’s when she was going to the war-torn Stormlands. Of course, Trystane has a sworn shield safe at home in Sunspear, though we don’t know when Ser Gascoyne was named. Depending on the person (and the indulgence of the parent/guardian figure), a sworn shield can be named for purely personal reasons: we see this with Rhaenyra, who wanted Criston Cole, and Tommen’s sworn shield Osney Kettleblack, whom Cersei wanted to use to compromise Margaery (and perhaps Joffrey, if he demanded Sandor as his guard).

As for someone like Margaery or Genna … maybe they would have at home. Margaery isn’t noted to have a sworn shield at court (doubtless because Loras is there - what better shield than her celebrated knightly brother and Kingsguard?). The Lannisters are certainly wealthy enough a household for Genna to have a dedicated sworn shield, though again, there’s no mention of it.

The Queen Regent (NFriel)


Brienne: I will shield your back, and keep your counsel, and give my life for yours if need be. I swear it by the old gods and the new.

Sansa: And I vow that you should always have a place by my hearth, and meat and mead at my table, and I pledge to ask no service of you that might bring you dishonor. I swear it by the old gods and the new.

anonymous asked:

Hi i deeply need your help i feel bad for this one thing i kept on doing even though i know it isnt right i just feel awful pls help me change my ways and pray for me

Beloved, it’s not me whom you needed help from. I cannot fix you and help you change your ways but I can only pray for you, that’s the only thing I could offer. Jesus is the way, the truth, and the life. He can transform us and make us new creations. He died on the cross so we can be forgiven of our sins for we have all sinned and fall short of the glory of God. Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come: The old has gone, the new is here! (2 Cor 5:17)  It’s amazing how He can transform us all just as how He had transformed Paul who used to be a persecutor of the followers of Christ but had later on become Christ’s disciple. 

If you are ready to embrace God in your life and let God help you change your ways, believe and acknowledge Jesus as your personal Lord and Savior. Repent from all of your sins and turn away from it. Accept the Lord’s forgiveness through Jesus Christ when He died at the Cross and rose again. God will you give you the grace to overcome anything because we are more than conquerors through Christ Who gives us strength. The world as we see it may be filled with sin, but where sin increased, grace abounds all the more. Always remember that God loves you so much!

And I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from God’s love. Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons,[b] neither our fears for today nor our worries about tomorrow—not even the powers of hell can separate us from God’s love. 39 No power in the sky above or in the earth below—indeed, nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord. (Romans 8:38-39)

 I’m praying for you beloved!


Loved this scene, can’t wait to see the next episode!! 

Brienne of Tarth: Lady Sansa, I offer my services once again. I will shield your back and keep your counsel and give my life for yours if need be. I swear it by the old gods and the new.

Sansa Stark:And I vow that you shall always have a place by my heart and…meat and mead at my table. And I pledge to ask no service of you that might bring you dishonor. I swear it by the old gods and the new. Arise.