endless forms most beautiful

Falcon-winged, falcon-mad, like an unfalling arrow, like an unforgotten thought

[knightofleo]

the hauntings of Andrew Wyeth

[hetyaa]

More art with westeros houses aesthetics

[yosb]

there must always be a stark in winterfell. and then the wedding came to winterfell

[pacipinka]

Every design I’ve done of GoT characters, in honor of me rereading the books

Robb, Oberyn, Loras, Ygritte

Ashara Dayne, Lysa, Cersei, Asha, Dany

Elia, Rhaegar, Jhogo, The Hound, Viserys

Arya, Sansa, Catelyn, Arianne, Margaery

Robin, Messandei, Jamie, Myrcella, Joffrey, Mellisandre

Theon, Jon, Brienne, Ned, Lyanna

[greenbloods]

disco elysium-like: theon in winterfell, adwd

You stand over the parapet. All around you the crossbows are whistling in flight, nocking, tensing. Far off to the north was a warhorn sound.

LOGIC: Stannis. Our only hope, if we can reach him.

PERCEPTION: The cool air stings against your face. Time slows to a crawl.

ENDURANCE [medium: failure]: Look at you, thinking you could play the hero like the songs. You must be fucking insane. That's it, isn't it? The Bastard must have flayed your brain too.

SHIVERS [challenging: success]: The snows whispered in the autumn air, falling like ash. Like tears. Somewhere, deep beneath the bowels of the earth, the dead kings stand vigil over stone tombs, the swords stern and sturdy in their hands. In the heart of the woods the weirwood waits with its knowing red eyes.

SUGGESTION: Reek...reek....

INLAND EMPIRE [trivial: failure]: It rhymes with Mozambique.

ENCYCLOPEDIA [easy: success]: What the fuck is Mozambique?

A bolt passed within a foot of you, shattering the crust of frozen snow that had plugged the closest crenel. Holly and Frenya were as good as dead. There was no sign of the other spearwives.

HALF-LIGHT: If they take us alive, they will deliver us to Ramsay.

COMPOSURE [formidable: success]: You feel Jeyne in your arms. She was the only warmth in the world.

CONCEPTUALIZATION [challenging: success]: You've only seen Bran climb these walls a hundred times. It's just like that, see? Just the other way round. All you have to do is fall.

PAIN THRESHOLD : Just like Bran.

DAMAGED MORALE -1

LOGIC: There's nothing else to do.

INLAND EMPIRE: No chance, and no choice.

Jump.

Jump.

Jump.

-1 Internalized Dog Motif. -1 Missing fingers. -1 Life is not a song. +1 The old gods know your name.

⚅⚄

SUCCESS: LEGENDARY

VOLITION: Deep breath in, out.

PAIN THRESHOLD: This is going to hurt.

You grab Jeyne about the waist, and fly.

[visenyaism]

disco elysium like game where you're jaime in the riverlands

BRIENNE, MAID OF TARTH- Ser Jaime?

EMPATHY [challenging: success]- She trusts you. Enough to call you Jaime. When was the last time someone called you by your name?

ESPRIT DES CHEVALIERS [medium: success]- SER Jaime. Can you be more than the Kingslayer?

BRIENNE, THE MAID OF TARTH: Ser?

EMPATHY [trivial: failure]- Even in soiled pink satin and torn lace, she looks more like a man in a gown than a proper woman.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY [trivial: success]- WHAT DOES THAT MATTER?? YOU WANTED HER, YOU WENT AND GOT HER, BABY!!!! YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO!!!

DRAMA [legendary:failure]- Are you into that sort of thing, sire? What would your sister think?

BRIENNE, THE MAID OF TARTH: I am grateful, but…

EMPATHY [formidable: success]- She hesitates. She is not used to kindness.

VOLITION [formidable: failure]- The world isn’t kind. She ought not get used to kindness.

DAMAGED MORALE -1

BRIENNE, THE MAID OF TARTH: You were well away. Why come back?

SHIVERS [godly: success] EVERYTHING COMES BACK TO HARRENHAL. YOU ARE NO DIFFERENT.

EMPATHY: [medium: success]- How could you not?

ESPRIT DES CHEVALIERS [legendary: success]- You saw her, standing against the darkness with a flaming sword, and called her a fellow knight.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY [trivial: failure]- SHE WAS NAKED IN THE DREAM!

COMPOSURE: [trivial: failure]- Which could mean nothing. Don’t worry about it.

DRAMA: [medium: success]- Sire, you cannot let her know you care about her. At all. Lord Tywin’s son and heir does not jump into bear pits out of sentimentality.

1. Ransom money is always a worthwhile hustle.

2. [Esprit Des Chevaliers- Medium 8] Knights rescue maidens.

3. For the glory of House Lannister, of course.

4. I am in love with you because you are my narrative foil and we are going to restore knighthood to glory with our matching oathkeeper swords.

5. [Drama- Trivial 3]- Come up with the perfect insult to remind her that the world is as unkind as you are and belief otherwise is simply naive.

HIGH- 83%

+1 Internalized Lannister Ideology.

+1 It’s what she expects from you.

-1 Told her about Aerys.

-1 Bi-Sexual Underground.

-1 You dreamed of her.

⚀⚀

CHECK FAILURE

YOU- A dozen quips come to mind, each crueler than the last, but nothing comes out.

COMPOSURE [godlike: failure] You can only shrug at the other knight.

YOU- I dreamed of you.

[shebsart]

Asha knew how it went with little brothers. She remembered Theon as a boy, a shy child who lived in awe, and fear, of Rodrik and Maron. They never grow out of it, she decided. A little brother may live to be a hundred, but he will always be a little brother.

[rhaenathelesbian]

It's too much. No matter what you do, you're forsaking one vow or the other.

@melrosing happy secret sansa!!

[greenbloods]

disco elysium-like: theon in winterfell, adwd

You stand over the parapet. All around you the crossbows are whistling in flight, nocking, tensing. Far off to the north was a warhorn sound.

LOGIC: Stannis. Our only hope, if we can reach him.

PERCEPTION: The cool air stings against your face. Time slows to a crawl.

ENDURANCE [medium: failure]: Look at you, thinking you could play the hero like the songs. You must be fucking insane. That's it, isn't it? The Bastard must have flayed your brain too.

SHIVERS [challenging: success]: The snows whispered in the autumn air, falling like ash. Like tears. Somewhere, deep beneath the bowels of the earth, the dead kings stand vigil over stone tombs, the swords stern and sturdy in their hands. In the heart of the woods the weirwood waits with its knowing red eyes.

SUGGESTION: Reek...reek....

INLAND EMPIRE [trivial: failure]: It rhymes with Mozambique.

ENCYCLOPEDIA [easy: success]: What the fuck is Mozambique?

A bolt passed within a foot of you, shattering the crust of frozen snow that had plugged the closest crenel. Holly and Frenya were as good as dead. There was no sign of the other spearwives.

HALF-LIGHT: If they take us alive, they will deliver us to Ramsay.

COMPOSURE [formidable: success]: You feel Jeyne in your arms. She was the only warmth in the world.

CONCEPTUALIZATION [challenging: success]: You've only seen Bran climb these walls a hundred times. It's just like that, see? Just the other way round. All you have to do is fall.

PAIN THRESHOLD : Just like Bran.

DAMAGED MORALE -1

LOGIC: There's nothing else to do.

INLAND EMPIRE: No chance, and no choice.

Jump.

Jump.

Jump.

-1 Internalized Dog Motif. -1 Missing fingers. -1 Life is not a song. +1 The old gods know your name.

⚅⚄

SUCCESS: LEGENDARY

VOLITION: Deep breath in, out.

PAIN THRESHOLD: This is going to hurt.

You grab Jeyne about the waist, and fly.

[account-moved-no-longer-active]

"Hanged Finale" by Marian Wawrzeniecki, 1907

[whichcouldmeanothing]

Go fuck yourself.

Industry 3x06 "Nikki Beach, or: So Many Ways to Lose"

[femininomena]

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE (2022 - ) | INDUSTRY (2020 - )

Lestat & Claudia | Eric & Harper

#bonus:

[byjove]

I forgot Gawain used what he thought was his last few moments on earth to argue with the Green Knight.

“you’re not going to fucking do it” - last words of executed man

[byjove]

no. you’re right. they were definitely flirting here.

[byjove]

happy I Shall Shatter You Sunday

[hlxygbdt]

art dump4

[hlxygbdt]

art dump1

[funeral]

Eugene Thacker, "Nine Disputations on Theology and Horror", Collapse: Philosophical Research and Development, Vol. IV

[kailysander]

I know they're losing, and I'll pay for my place by the ring