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Independent novel-canon Tommen Baratheon

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CUBCROWNED : An independent book-based Tommen Baratheon of A Song of Ice and Fire. As protected by Sunshine. This blog functions solely on book canon, meaning that none of Tommen's show characterization or storyline is acknowledged. Personal blogs, do not reblog any of my content, please.

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RULES BELOW THE CUT:

Mun is Sunshine, 27, they/them. I am legally blind and may have difficulty reading posts with heavy formatting. I am also autistic, and may have problems interpreting tone. I may come to you privately for clarification if I need it. My Tommen is based only on the novels and my own personal interpretation, which has developed over several years. I will not acknowledge interactions that try to force show canon (such as the sept explosion or the sexual nature of Tommen and Margaery's relationship). Please do not plagiarize/"borrow" from my take on Tommen, as it is unique to me. More rules may be added at my own discretion.

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I just remembered my AU where the Lannister-Baratheon kids end up with lion cubs, like the Starklings have their direwolves. Give it up for Brightroar the lioness, please and thank you.

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I just thought of Tommen, in my AU where he’s raised as Tywin’s heir, being called “the Pride of Casterly Rock” and I’m inconsolable. No one speak to me.

[cubcrowned]

RIP Tommen Baratheon, you would have loved “Adult Children of Emotionally Immature Parents”

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ᝰ🚬 𝚉𝙰𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙿 .ᐟ STRAINED FAMILY DYNAMICS-THEMED PROMPTS. CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. SOME MATURE THEMES MAY BE PRESENT.

you're just like your father.

you're just like your mother.

you spent years tearing people in this family down and now you're upset they won't come back?

i can't believe i used to defend you.

you always need someone to blame, and when you can't find one, you make one.

you don't get a medal for finally doing what you should've done years ago.

every apology you've ever given this family came with conditions.

i wasn't trying to start a fight. i was trying to have a conversation.

don't stand there acting shocked. you created this.

you know exactly why i don't come around anymore.

why am i always the one apologizing?

every problem in this family gets traced back to you eventually.

you taught me exactly what kind of person i never wanted to become.

you keep calling us ungrateful. for what, exactly?

we keep pretending this family works.

every family gathering turns into this because of you.

the worst part is that i still wanted you to choose me.

you don't miss me. you miss controlling me.

you taught me what love shouldn't look like.

you never wanted a family. you wanted control.

you're exactly the person you swore you'd never become.

everybody notices it. they just won't say it out loud.

you ruin everything you touch and then wonder why nobody calls.

maybe if you called once in a while, you'd know what's going on.

you don't get to disappear for ten years and come back giving advice.

i didn't ask you to be my parent.

maybe they're gone, but we're still dealing with what they left behind.

we had to learn how to adapt because of you!

if everyone keeps leaving you, maybe the problem isn't everyone else.

you want sympathy for wounds you've spent years giving to us.

i can still hear the way you talked to me when i was a kid.

you're the reason nobody wants to be in the same room anymore.

nobody ever defends me when you're around.

i don't know why you're crying now.

you always have an excuse.

you've been blaming everyone else for so long you've forgotten you're the common denominator.

you didn't protect me.

nobody warned me that forgiveness and trust were different things.

you can yell all you want. it won't change what happened.

nobody told me because they knew i'd be angry.

you forgot my birthday.

i shouldn't have had to raise myself.

you have no idea what was said about you after you left.

don't raise your voice at me.

you've been holding this family hostage with your temper for decades.

i wasn't trying to replace anyone.

i would rather tell a stranger my problems than tell you.

that's your problem. you mistake fear for respect.

nobody asked what i wanted.

funny how you only show up when you need something.

you think being loud makes you right.

you act surprised every time there are consequences.

go ahead and leave. that's what you're best at.

you weren't there, so don't tell me how it felt.

everybody walks on eggshells around you.

you make everything about yourself.

you never even tried to know me.

you've hated me since the day i showed up.

it was easier to blame me than deal with the truth.

you're mad at the wrong person.

you had every opportunity to be better than this.

you're acting exactly like them.

why am i hearing this from everyone except you?

you treat strangers better than your own family.

you lost the right to call yourself family a long time ago.

i became the problem the moment i stopped staying quiet.

you inherited more than just their eyes.

for once in your life, stop defending yourself and listen.

i wish someone had believed me the first time.

i don't owe you forgiveness.

you don't miss me. you miss access to me.

i didn't realize love came with so many conditions.

nobody is attacking you. we're finally holding you accountable.

i spent years cleaning up your messes.

we all learned how to survive you in different ways.

you're not upset about what happened, you're upset people know about it now.

funny. that's not what you told everyone else.

you don't get to rewrite my childhood because the truth embarrasses you.

i've spent my entire life paying for your mistakes.

keep talking. every word just proves my point.

stop pretending everything is fine.

i don't care how difficult they were. they were still my parent.

you were the favorite and you still act like you suffered the most.

nobody asked how i was doing after it happened.

i can't tell if you forgot or if you just didn't care.

the worst thing that ever happened to this family is that nobody ever told you no.

i don't hate you. i just don't trust you.

that's not how it happened.

i wasn't invited, remember?

you had chance after chance after chance.

you keep asking why we're distant, but you never ask what caused it.

the second they walk into the room, you change.

you don't get credit for doing the bare minimum.

i spent years trying to earn your approval.

you're impossible to love and exhausting to be around.

i stopped expecting better from you years ago.

you don't get to scream at people and call it honesty.

that's the first honest thing you've said all day.

you don't get to demand respect from people you've never respected.

i wasn't jealous. i was neglected.

nobody here is scared of you anymore.

i don't care what your intentions were. look at the damage.

you always leave before anyone can confront you.

nobody abandoned you. we just got tired of being treated like garbage.

you were in the house, but you were never really there.

you never wanted a family. you wanted an audience.

every story you tell somehow makes you the hero.

i learned a long time ago not to expect anything from you.

you can't keep blaming your childhood forever.

you left me alone with them.

you say we're family whenever it's convenient.

the rest of us learned to survive your moods.

the second someone stops agreeing with you, they're suddenly the enemy.

you always act like you're the only one who had a hard childhood.

i don't even know if you like me.

you don't get to play victim now.

i spent my childhood being afraid of you.

don't compare me to them.

every generation in this family passes the damage down and calls it tradition.

the only reason this family still talks to you is guilt.

i didn't forget your birthday. i just didn't think you'd care.

stop pretending this conversation is beneath you.

the only time you call is when you need something.

i was a child.

i don't know what's worse, your anger or your silence.

we were all scared of you.

the only person who doesn't know how selfish you are is you.

you weren't the only one grieving.

we all know who they're going to side with.

i spent more time defending you than you ever spent defending me.

nobody talks about what happened because they're afraid you'll leave again.

why is everyone afraid of upsetting you?

we're related. that doesn't mean we're close.

[cubcrowned]

' They forced our hand in this matter. We merely respond in kind. ' akotsk verse!

Once, Tommen had overheard his father, deep in his cups, lamenting the state of his sons. How could I have made boys like that? Ser Robert had asked his drinking companions, One half-mad and the other all soft. Tommen has never mentioned it to another soul, but he has never forgotten it. He is not, he knows well, the kind of boy any of his kin seem to wish he were — There is no pride of the lions in him, nor the fury of the stags. Only a shy, gentle boy who cannot live up to either beast.

❝ Must we ? ❞ He asks, as he helps Ser Lyonel into his armor. He is never sure if he ought to address his father’s cousin as his master or his kin, and so he usually opts to speak as little as possible. Tommen does not fully understand the political and social maneuvers that have led to this unprecedented Trial — He has heard his Baratheon relatives say his mother and her kin keep him too sheltered, but that is part of why he was made a squire in the first place — but he mislikes the thought of such violence, and especially the notion of Ser Lyonel, who has always been decent to him, coming to harm.

❝ Could those involved not simply… talk about it instead ? ❞

( He is a soft boy, just as Father said, too timid, stupid, weak, useless — )

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I think, in my AKOTSK verse, I’m going to have Tommen be the son of Lyonel’s cousin Robert (at least legally) and Cersei, who I think I’m going to headcanon as a daughter of Lord Damon. (Or maybe she would fit better as another granddaughter? I dunno, I’m bad at timelines).

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I need to come up with a definite answer about what Tommen renames Widow’s Wail, but I can never come up with anything good enough.

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“Tommen Baratheon/Lucerys Velaryon parallels” I say into the mic. I am forcefully removed from the stage.

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I simply think Tommen deserves a lion cub

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I’m having surgery in a few days and at this point I’m just frantically trying to distract myself

[cuppydogshane]

me and the mutuals are giving some minor characters rich inner worlds later if you wanna pull up. yeah its gonna be all day.

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The council is peopled by old men playing at loyalty. We require true allies.

HE ALMOST questions the plural, unsure if there is truly a “we” involved in this situation. However, they were wed in the light of the Seven and he wrapped a black and gold cloak around her. Legally, and in the eyes of the gods, they are husband and wife — One flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever. Those were the words. If there is anyone who ought to be unquestionably on his side in any conflict, it should be his wife. ( Should is a heavy word ).

❝ And what would you qualify as true allies? ❞ He is genuinely curious. The most he knows about her, his fierce northern wife, are the rumors he does not know how to ask about, and soft-tinted memories of a childhood acquaintance : Hair in messy tails, a wooden sword, a great beast at her heels that he was secretly a little frightened of. ( Mother’s screams and Joff’s blood and Father’s rumbling voice — You let a little girl with a stick disarm you? )

He looks at her, twirling a dry-tipped quill between his fingers. Arya Stark is not, perhaps, the head-turning beauty that Margaery was, or even Lady Sansa, who he remembers with the loveliness of boyhood adoration, but he finds her rather pretty, in a natural, wild way. There’s something compelling about her face, something that makes him not want to look away. He does not think, however, that he would ever dare say it to her. They have lived as companions rather comfortably, thus far, but Arya did, in fact, threaten to geld him if he touched her, on their wedding night. So Tommen thinks that his opinion on her appearance is rather unwanted. ❝ How would we tell the true ones apart from the pretenders? ❞

[cubcrowned]

Friendly reminder than Tommen Baratheon is a sweet sunshine boy who deserves the world

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━━ ⟢ SENTENCE STARTERS : EXCALIBUR ( 1981 ). all of these were pulled from the final draft of the script as it is available online. perfect but not limited to fantasy / historical muses and verses ! feel free to edit as needed.

❛ i spit on your truce, [name]. ❜

❛ [name], what is this wagging of tongues? ❜

❛ you will be mine. wife and queen, bed and crown. ❜

❛ i want no other crown and no other bed than those i have. ❜

❛ sometimes i give, sometimes i take. it is mine to know which, and when. ❜

❛ i know the storm inside you, and what it has wrought. ❜

❛ you will swear by your true kingship to grant me what i wish. ❜

❛ this is magic - making solid what is in the mind, and unsolid, that which is already solid. ❜

❛ it is done. the future has found root in the present. ❜

❛ but what shall become of me, and the child i bear? ❜

❛ three horses died under me, so hard did i spur them here. ❜

❛ the child is mine, [name]. i have come for [him/her/them]. ❜

❛ it’s not for you, [name], heath and home, wife and child. ❜

❛ to kill and be king, is that all? ❜

❛ you strike me with words as hard as steel. ❜

❛ [name]... i loved you, mighty child. ❜

❛ it is a dark hour… everywhere lawlessness and destruction, and no one to lead us out of it. ❜

❛ you wrong me, for i have never stolen from others, or destroyed the fruit of the land. ❜

❛ a good squire doesn’t forget his knight’s sword. ❜

❛ i was your son before i became your king…if i am king. ❜

❛ [name], we haven’t forgotten you. this is more of your trickery. ❜

❛ ‘help me, help me’. help me get up. ❜

❛ i was hoping i could ask you for a little magic help, but if it makes you so tired… ❜

❛ it will be a good lesson. the best, if it’s not the last. ❜

❛ let’s finish this with a show of force. we have no more tricks and no more advantages. ❜

❛ you are in my hands, to slay or to spare. ❜

❛ swear faith to me and you shall have mercy. ❜

❛ you, [name], will knight me. ❜

❛ well, then, i shall tell you which knights have maiden daughters, so you can avoid their castles. ❜

❛ quiet, or i’ll sew up your mouth too. ❜

❛ i love her. if she would be my queen, my dreams would be answered. ❜   

❛ there are maidens as fair, and fairer than [name]. ❜

❛ you’re not listening. your heart is not. love is deaf as well as blind. ❜

❛ i should have left you to fend for yourself. ❜

❛ that is a wild boast. you lack a knight’s humility. ❜

❛ never have i met my match in joust or duel. ❜

❛ yield. i have the advantage. ❜

❛ fight me from your horse or on foot, but fight me. your avoidance mocks me. ❜

❛ i sought only not to harm you. ❜

❛ thanks to god, you are alive. ❜

❛ i love you, my king. ❜  

❛ it is i who must love you, for through your courage and patience you taught me a bitter lesson. ❜

❛ make me your champion, and i will always fight in your place. ❜

❛ i would pledge to you all that i still own : muscle, bone, blood and the heart that pumps it. ❜

❛ the war is over. one land, one king. peace. ❜

❛ i swear never to rest twice on the same pillow till all men live at peace. ❜

❛ i hear the stifled cry for help, i smell the reek of fear… ❜

❛ for your gift, ask a gift of me. ❜

❛ don’t start a war on my wedding day! ❜

❛ look, [name]. the maids and ladies whisper about you. they all dream of winning you, young and old, fair and ugly. ❜

❛ you're the bravest and strongest knight they’ve ever seen, and beauty has kissed your brow. ❜  

❛ and is there no maiden in the whole world who inspires you? ❜

❛ i would swear my love to you. ❜   

❛ i will see you in all women, and i will defend them as i would defend you. ❜ 

❛ [name], don’t you join the celebration? ❜

❛ you’re an angel! not a devil… ❜

❛ who will give me my sword? ❜

❛ i want to write poems about you with moonbeams, make the sea sing your name… ❜

❛ what good are songs and poems to me? they are the barter of ordinary love. ❜

❛ tell me, [name] : have we defeated evil, as it seems? ❜

❛ where hides evil, then, in my kingdom? ❜

❛ i will champion you, my lady. ❜

❛ when i act as your king, i cannot be your husband. ❜

❛ the laws, my laws, must bind everyone, or they are not laws at all. ❜

❛ [name], i fight against myself… ❜

❛ i demand justice, as is my right. ❜

❛ i yield to your mercy, [name]. ❜

❛ flesh on flesh. i will heal you. ❜

❛ they miss the battlefield. i think we do too. ❜

❛ you will be sorely missed. heal yourself and come back. ❜

❛ you think yourself a kingmaker. ha! a meddler, more likely. ❜

❛ the gods of once are gone forever, it is time for men. ❜

❛ [name], make a man out of me. kiss me. ❜

❛ do you think i am ignorant of your stupid little games? preying on the weakness of others. that’s your power, a petty evil. ❜

❛ i will ride forth in the name of that quest, and commit my strength and my soul to it. ❜

❛ [name], a dreadful fear is upon me, that we may never meet again, that the fellowship will be no more… ❜

❛ [name], i know your heart yearns to go, but i am prisoner to my duties, and you must be to yours, at my side. ❜

❛ [name], forgive me. i die without the secret. i have failed. ❜

❛ where are you going, [name], in your iron tomb? still trying to save the world? ❜

❛ i have come to claim what is mine. ❜

❛ i recognize you only as my son, no more. ❜

❛ i cannot offer you the land, only my love. ❜

❛ we will embrace only in battle, and i will touch you only with the blade of my spear. ❜ 

❛ i will muster a great force of knights, and i will return to fight for what is mine. ❜

❛ i have waited long for you. ❜

❛ i am wasting away and i cannot die. and i cannot live. ❜

❛ i didn’t know how empty was my soul until it was filled. ❜

❛ [name], accept my forgiveness, and put your heart to rest. we have suffered too long. ❜

❛ i have always loved you, and i still love you. ❜

❛ i loved you much, as king, and sometimes as husband, but one cannot gaze too long at the sun in the sky. ❜

❛ i was not born to live a man’s life, but to be the stuff of future memory. ❜

❛ now once more i must ride with my knights to defend what was, and the dream of what could be. ❜

❛ i never dared to hope all these years that it was in your keeping. ❜

❛ i have often thought that in the hereafter of our lives, when i owe no more to the future and can be just a man, that we may meet, and you will come to me and claim me as yours, and know that i am your husband. it is a dream i have… ❜

❛ [name], i need you at my side as you were once, my friend, to give me courage. ❜

❛ quiet. you’ll wake the men, and they must fight tomorrow for their lives. ❜

❛ you brought me back. your love brought me back. ❜

❛ what’s behind that beauty? a wizened, cold-hearted snake. ❜

❛ you are mine at last. i am the sea and you will never escape me. ❜

❛ in this battle there is one thing i must do, that no one else can. ❜

❛ [name], i will save you…don’t die. ❜

❛ let my heart do its job, [name], and pump me empty… ❜

❛ the fog is lifting. only we remain alive. ❜

❛ [name], prepare to meet your death. ❜

❛ obey me, [name]. you must act for me. it is my last order as your king. ❜

❛ [name]! will you return? ❜

[mythshire]

✧˖°˖✧  𝐃𝐔𝐓𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄 ··· a collection of court politics, family loyalty, righteous claim roleplay sentence starters for those who never asked for the crown but wear it anyway. genre: political intrigue, duty vs desire, power & consequence.

• The realm requires stability, not affection. You would do well to remember as much. • They shall name us usurpers regardless of our actions. We may as well prove effective. • Do you think I desired this burden? That I find rest easily in my chambers? • History is penned by victors. We need only ensure our triumph. • The smallfolk care nothing for legitimacy. They desire full bellies and protected hearths. • I do what our father ought to have done years hence. • Sentiment is a luxury ill-afforded in times such as these. • Every choice I make serves this house. Every single one. • They were given opportunity to bend the knee. They chose steel instead. • I know well what is spoken of me in the streets. Let them speak. • The council is peopled by old men playing at loyalty. We require true allies. • Do you name me cruel? I am practical. There lies the difference. • The throne was sworn to me. I shall not beg forgiveness for claiming what is mine by right. • You desire mercy from me? Mercy delivered us to this precipice. • I protect what belongs to our bloodline. Why can you not see the necessity? • The gods may pass judgment upon me, but the realm shall remember me as its salvation. • This crown bears a weight you cannot fathom. • I shoulder this burden so you need not. Show proper gratitude. • We stand as the final bulwark against chaos. Conduct yourself accordingly. • Your conscience holds less import than our house's survival. • I shall not permit sentiment to unmake all we have built. • They desire a monster? I shall give them a sovereign. • The histories shall vindicate our cause. They always do. • I hold this realm intact with bloodied hands and you dare question my methods? • Do not mistake my resolve for wanton cruelty. I do what must be done. • The Faith stands beside us. The commons shall follow in turn. • You think them honorable? They would gladly see us put to the sword. • I did not desire this war. But I shall see it concluded. • Each day I choose duty above my own yearnings. Each and every day. • We are the rightful heirs. The law itself speaks for our claim. • I have sacrificed all for this family's future. • I know what I have become. Do you know what you are? • The hand that wields the sword commands the realm. Do not forget it. • They forced our hand in this matter. We merely respond in kind. • You seek peace? Peace demands victory first. • I stand as shield between our house and annihilation. • The crown cares nothing for your uncertainties. Bear it or step aside. • Righteousness does not win wars. Strategy does. • I undertake what you prove too craven to attempt. • This matter extends beyond any single one of us. Can you not comprehend as much? • The realm shall offer thanks when the dust has settled.

[cubcrowned]

I’ve brought you an army, Tommen. Would you have me send it back?

❝ I would have you safe and away from here, thank you kindly. ❞ It is the closest Tommen has ever come to snapping, voice woven through with tension. It is not that he thinks Arya is weak or fragile. Rather, he knows well that she is strong, likely stronger than he could ever hope to be. But it is simply that he fears for her. He loves her so very dearly that even the idea of her anywhere near an army ( anywhere near danger ) goes through him like ice-water.

Young king shakes his head, not in rejection of the northern warriors his wife has brought him — It gladdens him to know that she is as well-loved by the people of the north as she is by him — but out of a desire to clear the buzzing, crowding thoughts from his mind.

❝ You are a fool, ❞ he tells her with a sigh, despite the smile tugging at his mouth. He opens his arms. ❝ A reckless, troublesome little fool. Come here. ❞