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Could you possibly draw Sansa? đđ
Here's one doodle for you<3
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Yesss i drew her a handful of times. Her design evolved a bit from then on
"Ser? My lady?" said Podrick. "Is a broken man an outlaw?"
"More or less," Brienne answered.
Septon Meribald disagreed. "More less than more. There are many sorts of outlaws, just as there are many sorts of birds. A sandpiper and a sea eagle both have wings, but they are not the same. The singers love to sing of good men forced to go outside the law to fight some wicked lord, but most outlaws are more like this ravening Hound than they are the lightning lord. They are evil men, driven by greed, soured by malice, despising the gods and caring only for themselves. Broken men are more deserving of our pity, though they may be just as dangerous. Almost all are common-born, simple folk who had never been more than a mile from the house where they were born until the day some lord came round to take them off to war. Poorly shod and poorly clad, they march away beneath his banners, ofttimes with no better arms than a sickle or a sharpened hoe, or a maul they made themselves by lashing a stone to a stick with strips of hide. Brothers march with brothers, sons with fathers, friends with friends. They've heard the songs and stories, so they go off with eager hearts, dreaming of the wonders they will see, of the wealth and glory they will win. War seems a fine adventure, the greatest most of them will ever know.
"Then they get a taste of battle.
"For some, that one taste is enough to break them. Others go on for years, until they lose count of all the battles they have fought in, but even a man who has survived a hundred fights can break in his hundred-and-first. Brothers watch their brothers die, fathers lose their sons, friends see their friends trying to hold their entrails in after they've been gutted by an axe.
"They see the lord who led them there cut down, and some other lord shouts that they are his now. They take a wound, and when that's still half-healed they take another. There is never enough to eat, their shoes fall to pieces from the marching, their clothes are torn and rotting, and half of them are shitting in their breeches from drinking bad water.
"If they want new boots or a warmer cloak or maybe a rusted iron halfhelm, they need to take them from a corpse, and before long they are stealing from the living too, from the smallfolk whose lands they're fighting in, men very like the men they used to be. They slaughter their sheep and steal their chickens, and from there it's just a short step to carrying off their daughters too. And one day they look around and realize all their friends and kin are gone, that they are fighting beside strangers beneath a banner that they hardly recognize. They don't know where they are or how to get back home and the lord they're fighting for does not know their names, yet here he comes, shouting for them to form up, to make a line with their spears and scythes and sharpened hoes, to stand their ground. And the knights come down on them, faceless men clad all in steel, and the iron thunder of their charge seems to fill the world . . .
âAnd the man breaks
"He turns and runs, or crawls off afterward over the corpses of the slain, or steals away in the black of night, and he finds someplace to hide. All thought of home is gone by then, and kings and lords and gods mean less to him than a haunch of spoiled meat that will let him live another day, or a skin of bad wine that might drown his fear for a few hours. The broken man lives from day to day, from meal to meal, more beast than man. Lady Brienne is not wrong. In times like these, the traveler must beware of broken men, and fear them . . . but he should pity them as well."
When Meribald was finished a profound silence fell upon their little band. Brienne could hear the wind rustling through a clump of pussywillows, and farther off the faint cry of a loon. She could hear Dog panting softly as he loped along beside the septon and his donkey, tongue lolling from his mouth. The quiet stretched and stretched, until finally she said, "How old were you when they marched you off to war?"
"Why, no older than your boy," Meribald replied. "Too young for such, in truth, but my brothers were all going, and I would not be left behind. Willam said I could be his squire, though Will was no knight, only a potboy armed with a kitchen knife he'd stolen from the inn. He died upon the Stepstones, and never struck a blow. It was fever did for him, and for my brother Robin. Owen died from a mace that split his head apart, and his friend Jon Pox was hanged for rape."
"The War of the Ninepenny Kings?" asked Hyle Hunt.
"So they called it, though I never saw a king, nor earned a penny. It was a war, though. That it was."
Hi, all! I know I havenât been super active recently, and Iâm probably going to be taking a hiatus. Fandom recently has been super overwhelming and unhelpful for my mental health.
I love ASOIAF, and this fandom has helped me make great friends. But right now, itâs just dragging me down.
Hopefully, youâll all hear from me when Iâve had some space.
Thanks for the likes and follows and interactions. Iâll see you all on the other side :)
Jon and Joffrey are both just boys who feel stifled by their environment and have emotional scars from their upbringing and have uncles who are their fathers! They have so much in common! They should be besties!!!!!!
(How people sound when they minimize genuine political conflict between two complex characters because Sansa and Dany are both girls and we shouldn't "pit them against each other".)
Yeah, Daenerys is a character with real accomplishments and meaningful development. Sheâs actively fighting to make the world she inhabits a better place. Meanwhile, Sansaâs main contributions in the books so far include betraying her family, organizing a tourney (political mastermind, right?), and, oh! how could we forget, sheâs currently poisoning her 8yo cousin, sansa the gentle!
Honestly, comparing them feels unfair to sansa, Daenerys just makes her look completely insignificant and pathetic by comparison.
Wow, every single thing in your reblog is wrong. đ« Or almost. Dany has had meaningful development. We just sincerely disagree about the direction.
You're one of those people who think Dany's villain turn in the show was a shocking OOC twist out of nowhere, aren't you? People who skim Sansa's chapters and consequently hold views like yours about her character's role in the narrative tend to Not See It Coming.
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Thereâs something so tragic about Cersei hating Robert (rightfully so) but becoming him all the same.
She hates ruling but loves the power it gives her over others. She drinks heavily. Abuses those around her. She fantasizes about a life with Rhaegar a man she never knew and never loved in the same way that Robert obsessed over Lyanna. She becomes someone that even Tommen (her son whom she loves dearly) fears. It mirrors the ways in which Robert abused Joffrey, but she hurts Tommen emotionally as opposed to physically.
All her life she wanted to be Jaime but instead she becomes the man she despised.
Heyyyy guys so funny story um they found a gas leak in my house LOL apparently it's been there for years which explains all the weird shit I've been posting??? No I am NOT a j*ffrey stan wtf đ I'm gonna have to go back and clean up this blog A LOT lmaooo don't worry I'll make it up to you guys I'll make sure to draw loads of targs when I feel better đ Love you targnation hope you can forgive me <33333
ok enough april fool it wasnt even that funny. get that thing out of my house NEOW
it's still there :( no...
thinking about how varied and interesting and different each unique perspective of asoiaf is and then you get to a sansa or (later on) theon chapter and get to read like twenty pages of the main character suffering more than jesus for no reason. and not that i donât think that can be interesting itâs just funny to me for some reason.
itâs essentially like
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âŠand Jon Snow wondered how he could possibly go on in this condition, with his sword in his hand and a world of possibilities on the horizon.
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This isnât so bad compared to last week, thought Theon Greyjoy, while he was being eaten alive by fifteen rats instead of six hundred
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All she wanted was for things to be nice and pretty, the way they were in the songs.
saw someone say cersei is the daughter otto wishes he had and alicent is the daughter tywin wishes he had. thatâs very cute but objectively wrong alicent is ottoâs favorite child he wouldnât want a different one. and tywins favorite daughter is jaime :)
otto would be able to clock the incest babies at 100 paces and INSTANTLY shut that down. and if alicent said âi have sinned..â tywin would have been like are you some kind of pussy or something
The truly funny thing is each of these women would probably thrive in each otherâs positions. Alicent would have been a good and dutiful wife to Robert and had legitimate kids meaning the war of the five kings never would have happened. Robert was a drunk and awful for sure but itâs not like Alicentâs life is all roses with Viserys-but Alicent wouldnât cheat while Robert was alive.
And Cersei (show or books) would have eaten show Rhaenyra for breakfast. Hell Rhaenyra might not even have made it to adulthood given what Cersei did to her childhood companion in the main series.
Hi, Rouka!
I would just like to ask for your thoughts on the idea that G. Martin is not actually anti-war, but rather portrays war as complexâsometimes tragic and devastating, but also sometimes necessary or even justified. The argument is that while he condemns the brutality and cost of war, his stories revolve around warriors, battles, and leaders who engage in warfare, and he doesnât present a purely pacifist message.
The person making this argument also suggests that being strictly âanti-warâ is meaningless because not all wars are the sameâsome are unjust, while others are necessary for survival or justice. They argue that the âanti-warâ perspective mainly comes from privileged people who have never faced war themselves and that Martin, having spent decades writing about warriors, likely doesnât share such a simplistic view. Additionally, they link this perspective to fandom discourse, suggesting that people who are anti-war or anti-monarchy in a broad sense tend to have a bias against certain characters (like the Targaryens) despite the story centering on monarchs and warfare.
Do you agree with this interpretation?
Thatâs all and I apologize for this being quite long. Wishing you a lovely day! đđ
[Very complex and multifaceted argument with sensible links to real world concerns] - and that's why Dany's war of conquest with dragons and a slave army that has not been meaningfully liberated is fair and just and GRRM supports it actually. đ€
Just... why?
No amount of "war is complicated" will turn House Targaryen's Conquest and rule into a thing that the text itself portrays as justified by necessity. Or by positive longterm benefits even. (Nor their abusive "family traditions".)
No amount of "warriors can be complex characters" will turn Dany into a version of Brienne stepping out into the rain to defend a bunch of orphans.
"But first she must conquer" will never equal "No chance and no choice".
They don't need GRRM's permission to love House Targaryen. (He is writing them. He is obviously also fascinated by them.) They don't need a promise that they are Good Actually to enjoy them.
Is "So you support slavery??" no longer good enough? Do they need "opposing imperialistic wars of conquest is bourgeois privilege" as their new hip argument?
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it is actually fucking crazy that ned makes theon carry the sword though. like weâve all sort of moved past it but literally why would he do that whatâs wrong with him.