THE LAUGHING STORM.

IN THE NAME OF THE MOTHER I CHARGE YOU TO PROTECT THE YOUNG AND INNOCENT.

[lyonelb-a]

this blog is officially archived! i'm going to be more a bit selective with whom i follow on my next blog for my own comfort. will be following most of my current mutuals on my new blog though!

[lyonelb-a]

the more i talk to people about s3 the less excited i get for it so i need to emphasize that my portrayal of borroslyonel is strictly book-based and if/when we get a glimpse of him in s3 (unlikely), i'm going to be ignoring whatever they do to him.

beautiful video to cleanse my soul

[heartofchivalry]

⚔︎          ·              @lyonelb  asked:  ❛  you  are  in  my  hands,  to  slay  or  to  spare.  ❜

BRUISED  AND  BLOODIED,  king  baelor  the  second  kneels  before  the  stormlordking.  undefeatable,  they  had  called  baelor,  the  king  the  realm  needs  —  touched  by  the  gods  themselves,  chosen  by  them  to  guide  the  seven  kingdoms  to  glory  and  prosperity.

now,  he  is  knee-deep  in  the  cold,  sticky  mud,  the  filth  clinging  to  his  armor.  the  helmet  (  his  own,  this  time,  )  is  off,  the  healed,  star-shaped  scar  on  the  back  of  his  head  bloodied  anew.  he  had  fought  his  second  rebellion,  trying  to  protect  the  targaryen  dynasty.  only  this  time,  he  had  lost.  there’s  no  denying  it  now  with  the  way  he  bows  his  head  before  the  other  man,  unable  to  rise  even  if  he  wanted  to.  bowed,  bent,  broken.  one  of  his  kneecaps  is  shattered,  his  left  leg  bleeding  steadily,  and  the  adrenaline  is  all  that’s  allowing  him  to  function  a  little  longer  without  screaming  in  pain.  ❝  so  it  is  ❞,  he  agrees,  face  sweaty  and  blood-sprinkled,  salt-and-pepper-bearded  chin  lifting  to  meet  lyonel’s  gaze.  his  hair  is  a  little  longer  now,  the  curls  —  rather  ironically  —  mirroring  the  baratheon’s,  just  in  grey  instead  of  black.  very  faintly,  he  remembers  the  way  lyonel’s  lips  feel  on  his.  they  were  doomed  from  the  start.  baelor  wants  to  kiss  him  still,  but  he  can’t  give  in  to  the  madness.  his  leg  is  broken,  and  his  soul  is,  too.  broken,  and  tired  of  fighting.  tired  of  wanting.  ❝  take  your  pick.  ❞

[lyonelb-a]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the hammer bereft of his anvil now, the greatest of kings enthroned that once sparred beside the laughing storm kneels afore him as the laughing storm had afore the king, yet bereft of kingship this time, with scaled wings maimed and pointed teeth wrenched from his jaws, and bereft alike of dragon-borne propriety and might. and mightily he had fought, and mightless he is now cast down, upon shattered knees as splintered stone and blackened and marred. and blackened and marred alike is the storm king, tousled as a storm-wracked sea, a ruddy and gleaming gash begotten of the dragon's steel abloom across a bristled cheek and a ceaseless and shrill ringing, sharp as forged steel, in his ears; yet 'tis the stag who stands, and 'tis the dragon that grovels in the dust of his own doing.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀there hangs from one gauntlet'd hand a war-hammer, spiked head weeping crimson gore from when the mighty thing had rent the man's leg with a crack loud as a thunderclap. sightless and witless had the dragon been not to have foreseen his doom, and to have lain himself abed with the foe, and to have stroked lyonel's flesh as one might a paramour's, for 'tis the appointed end of his fiendish brood ⸻ to go ever toward ruin and dissolution. though had loved the man, the storm king had. in folly and in anguish and truly he'd loved, and thus the lord-made-king stands breathless and battered afore his fool-lover, as a butcher afore a lamb.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀" you know my pick. " he speaks, all rasp and hollow wind, mouth thick and heavy with blood, a scrannel semblance of a simper on split lips. as flies these dragons do fall. " there's naught for you anymore, dragon. "

[baratheonpilled]

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[lyonelb-a]

unable to deduce how much or little they're gonna fuck up s3 from the trailer but seeing the northmen WAS kinda hype. continuously disappointed by the lack of involvement of the baratheons though which SUCKS bc they r SUCH a valuable asset as i've been telling guinevere my friend guinevere. ormund hightower was alright n i'm glad they're not pushing the anti-targ propaganda with him too much bc he is fighting FOR the targaryens. and the lack of jace in the trailer is so funny to me unfortunately

[lyonelb-a]

😭  this  made  me  laugh.  mo  ,  the  embodiment  of  idgaf.  as  realized  whilst  scribbling.  they'll  flip  lyonel's  act  on  him  i  fear.  i'm  sure  they  could  be  lovely  (  a  trainwreck  ).  emotionally  unavailable  vs  peacock. 

ARE YOU LYONEL'S TYPE?

d cup + non-targ + targphobic is a lethal combo that'll have lyonel on one knee within seconds btw 💍 this might be his most successful marriage yet

[lyonelb-a]

switching his modern day look to this + the lyonel beard situation he had going on in 2024 when they were filming

[sigilstag]

❝  what  you  say  and  what  you  mean  are  two  very  different  things,  lyonel,  ❞  from  betwixt  her  lips  ,  an  exasperated  sigh  does  leave.  the  kicked  cushion  is  embraced  ,  placed  ‘pon  her  thighs  ere  her  elbows  dig  into  its  yielding  plushness  ,  the  fabric  compressing  under  her  weight.  keen  she  is  to  know  what  plagues  him  in  particular  this  time;  the  general  theme  had  been  a  clouding  of  his  lover’s  visage  that  his  lockscreen  and  its  outrageous  brightness  had  burned  into  his  corneas  cutting  through  the  pitch  of  the  room  with  a  harsh,  neon  glare  prior.  and  if  that  had  not  been  the  case  ,  it  would  be  soon  lest  he  make  use  of  his  phone  and  call  the  root  of  his  agony. 

not  long  it  is  until  the  very  cushion  is  launched  at  the  man  with  a  blunt,  heavy  thud  against  his  head,  enough  force  to  bring  him  out  of  his  wallowing,  behind  it  a  whine  and  a  complaint,  something  along  the  lines  of  the  flat  being  hers.

❝  you  know  i’m  not  leaving  you  to  drool  over  my  couch,  right?  you  can  crash  in  the  guest  room,  i  don’t  think  i'm  having  any  over  until  your  divorce  gets  sorted,  ❞  words  tumble  fromwith  her  mouth  one  after  another  ,  not  one  breath  halting  to  punctuate  them.

❝  besides  orm’s  nice  enough  to  ask  if  you’re  doing  fine,  which  is  more  than  what  i  would  do  if  i  was  in  his  place,  ❞  no  longer  does  she  perch  on  the  armrest,  slipping  off  the  brown  suede  with  a  soft  rustle  of  fabric  to  sink  into  the  cushions  right  beside  him,  the  shared  dip  of  the  seat  pulling  them  into  the  same  quiet  space.  her  arms  cross,  lest  in  feline  fashion  they  pluck  the  cigarette  of  his  from  him.  

[lyonelb-a]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀a small, decorative pillow meets the side of the man's face with a muted thud, unprompted albeit hardly unforeseen, for scarce a woman grown is a girl of twenty one and with a heart unbroken and without children to suffer beneath a parents' parting. and no protest rises, save a wordless scowl, for how utterly hollow he is made of all fight and fire and ire alike, and how bitterly his throat aches for a chilled beer. it was for rosalie alone that the older man had come to lynorra's, lest the girl is made bereft of both of her parents, and lest he sever his streak of sobriety, and lest she stand witness to his father's fondness of the bottle, as had lyonel and his three brothers and his one sister stood witness to their own.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀until your divorce gets settled, his sister says with dreadful naiveté and a humorless scoff slips forth from his lips, for such affairs are not measured in days nor weeks but ghastly, ghastly months and years, and duncan had displayed no great haste to get on with the signing of the papers, and though glad is the little girl for her aunt's ceaseless company, her place is not here, but at her home ⸻ hers and lyonel's now, and not duncan's. " sure. " he sighs out a puff of grey. " i'll be out of your hair soon. thanks, though, for the ⸻ " he says through a grimace, fingers aflutter in the general direction of the guest room. " .. hospitality. rosie's loving it here. "

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the cigarette is lifted from his fingers (bereft of the golden gleam of a wedding ring, now) and lyonel looks at her, her words bloated with the pride of young affection. " you know, it doesn't matter what i think of him. it's mum, whose opinion matters. " a pointed, arid smile. " has she met him yet? she'll hate him. " had not favoured duncan either, their mother had, 'til the birth of one little baratheon with sky-blue eyes and raven curls.

[lyonelb-a]

he may not be able to produce heirs nor does he have d cups, but he does have a great ass. let me tell you sjdhfkjsdhfsdf;

ARE YOU LYONEL'S TYPE?

HUGE bonus points for him not being a targ but taking those bonus points away for him not being targphobic ☝️ however giving those bonus points right back for the dump truck

[maekarart]

By lain_ieakur4 on X

[lyonelb-a]

lyonel can 'cheat' with raymun and rowan ONLY

ARE YOU LYONEL'S TYPE?

boyfriended so hard he starts curbing his OWN alcoholism so his modern day concubine won't take the kids and buttmog his way to ireland 💔

[lyonelb-a]

rhae is a slightly targ-phobic non-targaryen dragon rider in his hotd verse lmao

ARE YOU LYONEL'S TYPE?

massive aura loss unfortunately for him being a dragonrider and only slightly targphobic and not impressed with lyonel's antler collection BUT rhae being (somewhat) financially dependent on him balances it out so it's fine congratulations rhae he said yes! 🫶

[lyonelb-a]

does being slightly targ-phobic count?

ARE YOU LYONEL'S TYPE?

slightly targ-phobic DOES count but i fear if they want the relationship to last they must convert full time to targhaterism eventually ☝️

[lyonelb-a]

we're working on the d cup

ARE YOU LYONEL'S TYPE?

prettiest lady in all of land lyonel WILL pay for ur hrt should u want it ☝️ now if she got rid of her nuke dragon they could marry and live happily ever after and have 20 children!

[sunfyred]

tremendously displeased with the answer, resentment was quick to color aegon's ever-expressive face. mercurial as the sea for a creature of the skies, his smiles always fell as quickly as they graced his girlish countenance, leaving a sour & petulant scowl in their wake.

it only deepened with each brazen word that left the old jester's ever-smiling lips, intentionally taunting & utterly devoid of fear of a consequence he knew he was exempt from anyway ... but it was the very last statement that turned the tides within aegon once again, his rage suddenly capsized before it could reach its destination. pushing his body off of the wooden door he closed the distance between them in four urgent steps, his eyes wide with lingering indignation & something more malicious than that—something like hope.

"but you—you said you were only considering that, you cannot possibly leave me for that cunt ?"

his tone was sweet when his words were not, & his touch was something in between as it found the lord's neck. too-warm fingertips toying with his high collar before tugging it a tad downwards. wet gaze unflinching as it searched for a glimpse of ill-deserved comfort.

"i can—" a hard swallow interrupted the sentence, a barely contained panic disguised as lust. fingertips circling the man's pulse point now. voice dropping to an unreadable whisper. "i can command you to stay, have you burned for treason if you insist on going to her," his touch was sweet when his words were not, & his kiss was something in between as it found the lord's jaw.

"but i'd rather have you choosing me because you want to, not because you have to."

[lyonelb-a]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀a feeble and withering thing the boy-king truly is, and unmaking himself before the older man's very gaze as a feather upon a breeze, and patent is the displacency at the response offered. too soft-cheeked and juvenile, this dragon, to shoulder kingship nor masterful enough to keep command over those who have knelt before him (his brother seems the truer king), and reliant, evidently, upon the lord of storm's end as though a mere sennight spent apart might undo the boy entirely.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the youngling strides forth in aggrieved haste, vexed and uncomprehending, insistent upon justifications that the lord paramount need not grant. had promised naught more than mere consideration, the storm lord had, and had construed it as a guarantee of his presence, the boy-king had. brows quirk upward and a simper gathers at the edge of lord lyonel's lips. " i'll be back, your grace. " condescending, though he neither recoils nor resists the jewelled fingers or the wet mouth to the line of his jaw. " too dull a place for my liking. "

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀most piteously the king utters his threats then, with the decorum of a whore, and lyonel hums forth a sigh and tilts his head to mumble against strands of silver. " what is it that you fear i shall do there, mm? " stark-mad are these folk and stood plainly beneath men such as lyonel, though their dragons might persuade them otherwise. and stark-mad is the boy, though lovely to behold. head angles to catch the lilac eye with an arid simper, refrains from touch with a hand lingering at ease atop his sword's hilt. " fuck her, and not you? "

[lyonelb-a]

abysmal prospects. perfect

ARE YOU LYONEL'S TYPE?

the love was there. it didnt change anything it didnt save anyone but it still matters that the love was there 🫶🫶🫶

[lyonelb-a]

can one be targ and targphobic anyway touch me

ARE YOU LYONEL'S TYPE?

yes 🫶 a targ being tragphobic gets an automatic bingo bc that's his wet dream actually. taking away ur bingo for not being impressed by his antler collection though