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𝑺𝑶𝑵 𝑶𝑭 𝑭𝑰𝑹𝑬

[ofperzys]

indie / private / selective 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐍 of ASOIAF & GOT. slight canon-divergence, primarily headcanon-based with show & book influences.

crowned by streamy. currently reading: a clash of kings

♛ ─── CARRD. | TAGS. | PINTEREST. | INTEREST TRACKER.

[ohisms]

↪     𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑩𝑰𝑫 ᶜᵘʳᶤᵒˢᶤᵗʸ .    (  a  collection  of  various unsorted question prompts .  adjust  phrasing  as  necessary .   will  be  updated  frequently .  )

are you kidding me ?

[ name ] ,  what just happened ?

hey !  what’d you do that for ?

did you plan on ever telling me ?

do you want to tell me the truth ,  this time ?

you seriously think i could’ve done this ?

did you know about this ?

[ name ] ,  what were you thinking ?!

can we talk ?  alone ?

why are you doing all of this ?

it can’t be that bad ,  right ?

haven’t you heard the stories ?

who did this to you ?

what are you insinuating ?

what did you think was gonna happen ?!

you think i could do something like that ?

who do you think you are ?

why won’t you let me help you ?

do you have any evidence of that ?

can we put away our differences for a second ?

where have you been ? 

is that  …  blood ?

what’s your problem ?

are you real ?

where’s your sense of adventure ?

would you kill for me ?

you’re  [ name ] ,  aren’t you ?

why can’t you just let it go ?

do you want me to stay ?

what if we left  …  ran away ?

what else was i supposed to do ?

how did you get this scar ?

could you give me a hand with this ?

do you ever stop talking ?

you’ve never done this before ,  have you ?

where do you think you’re going ?

how many fingers am i holding up ?

what can i say to make it better ?

why can’t we all just get along ?

can i stay the night ?

what’s that supposed to mean ?

where did your common sense go ?

you seriously don’t believe me ?

what aren’t you telling me ?

do you have a minute ?

why are you lying ?

you’re gonna walk away from this ?

where am i supposed to go ?

can we stop and think about this rationally ?

how long has it been since you’ve slept ?

why can’t we be civil about this ?

what makes you so special ?

where is all of this coming from ?

how are we gonna get out of here ?

you’ll never leave me ,  right ?

were you in on this ?

care to join me for a bit ?

shows what you know ,  doesn’t it ?

do you want to get out of here ?

what were you expecting to happen ?

what are you working on ?

i can tell you’re upset ,  what happened ?

when can i see you again ?

where do we go from here ?

can you sit up for me ?

how long have you been awake ?

what are you getting out of this ?

can we put this behind us ?

where are you ?  nobody’s heard from you .

how can i make this go away ?

were you following me ?

where does it hurt ?  show me .

[ name ] ,  what the hell ?

hey  …  can i ask you something ?

you’re not gonna tell me where we’re going ?

really ?  you’re gonna do that right here ?

are you even listening to me ?

we can help each other ,  right ?

hey  …  did you hear that ?

you have no idea who i am ,  do you ?

how long have you known ?

what exactly are you asking me to do ?

how was i supposed to know that ?

are you new around here ?

can you stop and listen to me for a second ?

do you think there’s something wrong with me ?

what ,  you think i’m not qualified ?

why did you help me ?

can you just look at me ,  please ?

what can i do to convince you ?

where did we go wrong ?

oh my god ,  are you bleeding ?

why the long face ?

are you trying to get yourself killed ?

what do you make of this ?

how much do you wanna bet ?

you’re sure this will work ?

why are you so concerned about me ?

what are you trying to prove ?

did you ever care about me ?

are you drunk ?

isn’t this amazing ?

how long have you been standing there ?

what are you suggesting ?

why are you such a pessimist ?

did you know them ?

can we call it a day ?

where did you come from ?

[uncrvwned]

The wind whistled through Dragonstone; no matter where you stand there is a draft. There's something about it that reminded Davos of being on deck, like the creaking of sails, the crashing of waves, but he was sure that the constant reminder of the perils of the rocks below had an impact on the population of the castle. No wonder the Targaryens all went mad, he used to think every time Black Betha drew up into the port. Just look at the place. If he could tell that man who had once looked up at the gargoyles and shuddered that he now dreaded leaving...

But, of course, it was not Dragonstone that Davos was tearing himself from. He stood framed by the great arched windows, the roiling sea behind him, and found that his feet were fastened to the flagstones, the grief pressing him down like a God's hand on the top of his head. Return to the soil, Davos Seaworth. He clenched and unclenched his fists, a quiet tick that betrayed his distress. Absently, he considered that leaving Marya had never felt like this, then dismissed the thought: Stannis and his wife could not co-exist in his mind, for some reason; it felt like touching a burning brand, the immediate retraction.

Shireen, he thought, his stomach dropping. Gods save the girl from that fate. She would survive the loss of her father, but the Iron Throne was a different beast all together. The trust Stannis placed in him was gratifying, but could not break through the iron knife twisting in his gut. Below, the ship awaited that would take Davos to White Harbour, while the fleet that would transport Stannis and his men to the Wall was almost entirely loaded; still. He did not want a goodbye. "A reward?" he repeated, blankly. Then a ripple of anger shuddered through him. It tasted better than fear.

"You must know," he said, choosing his words carefully, a sure sign of his anger; he was always careful when he was angry, afraid of tripping over his own tongue, aware of his accent betraying him, his Flea Bottom roots, "that I would serve your daughter if she was a beggar with nothing, and I the man catching fish for her dinner." And you? You, I would serve - "I need no reward. You will recall that I refused the Handship." Was there ever a time when a man could address his - his friend? his master? his companion? his savious? - by the name his mother gave him, more than a final separation? But he could not bring himself to utter it. Stannis. It felt too foreign. Instead he said, "your Grace," biting the title out as if it tasted foul. It did.

[ofperzys]

ㅤ" i do recall, " stannis says with a bite and a GRIT of his jaw. " yet, you should reconsider. if you've learned anything since the day you bent your knee to me, i should hope it would be that duty cannot be so easily REJECTED - nor should it. that is why i sail for the Wall. "

ㅤthe smuggler's words are harsher than usual. davos has never been one to sweeten his tone, even for his king. stannis always admired that about him - when so many would let fake pleasantries drip from their tongues like honey, davos remained as STALWART as any man stained by the sea would.

ㅤeven so, his onion knight's tone held a noticeable edge that had stannis furrowing his brow. an edge he couldn't recall ever being pointed toward himself, & stannis had a very sharp memory.

ㅤ" from this moment on, your duty is to my daughter. " the king straightens his spine, shoulders squared, jaw set as he turns to face his onion knight. for the first time, stannis almost averts his eyes. " you've served me well - as any honorable man does for his king. "

ㅤstannis knew not what awaited him in the north. wildings aside, if the Long Night truly is upon them, he would have preferred to have davos by his side. lady melisandre was an important asset - one who unquestionably believed in his path. yet, davos was always the LIGHT in the fog, in many ways. his absence would be a detriment.

ㅤhis hand clenched in a tight fist by his side. stannis hoped the smuggler would dip his head & call him 'your grace' & leave him alone to prepare for his departure.

ㅤthough, predicting davos' actions has always been a challenge stannis has not quite been able to overcome.

[ladyhawke]

– A Storm of Swords, Chapter 54

[ofperzys]

ㅤㅤㅤ♛ ─── 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐊 | @uncrvwned

ㅤrenly had grown STRONGER in the months following the siege. a steady diet of deer meat & bread had done more than just spring the youngest baratheon up nearly half a foot - stannis found himself genuinely being pulled along by the brother he used to carry to bed almost a year prior.

ㅤbut being so near the banquet table turned his stomach - & not because it was surrounded by drunken lords and serving girls. stannis eyed the stuffed pig in the center of the table, half-listening to renly as the younger prattled on how robert had slain it one-handed. stannis muttered something about over-exaggerations, though it probably wasn't.

ㅤwere the effects of the rebellion truly forgotten so quickly ?

ㅤcountless feasts & parties followed after robert's coronation, each seeming more EXTRAVAGANT than the last. he would hear some talk of the war here and there - though, only in glorious war tales or spitting at the name of their old mad king.

ㅤwith the way stannis was nearly toppled over when a larger man accidentally bumped into his shoulder, he had a harder time forgetting.

ㅤhis slight build didn't hinder his speed, thankfully. stannis admittedly felt a touch of RELIEF as he left the banquet table behind. no doubt renly would find a better conversation partner & scarcely notice stannis' absence. the smell of roasted pork threatened to bring up the fruit he'd eaten for lunch - it reminded the stormlord too terribly much of the dogs & rats...

ㅤa lady dressed in gray had appeared out of nowhere. if stannis had weighed any more, he likely would've knocked her down.

ㅤ" apologies, lady stark, " he says in a tight voice. the stark colors and red tully hair identified her for him. that, & robert was very descriptive when he spoke of ned stark's wife. his gaze flickered down at the thought.

[ofperzys]

hm ok maybe he can be a young stannis fc......

[ofperzys]

❤️ this post for a starter/memes !

i'll be doing these throughout the day tomorrow. some may be starters, or i'll send some memes - whatever strikes me at the time.

if you have a preference, let me know! and multis, please comment your preferred characters.

[kukkymota]

This is Stannis Baratheon. The man will fight to the bitter end and then some. 

[ofperzys]

my computer is finally working again...be prepared for replies.....

[seraaphinamorgenstern]

“Have you ever seen the Iron Throne? The barbs along the back, the ribbons of twisted steel, the jagged ends of swords and knives all tangled up and melted? It is not a comfortable seat, ser. Aerys cut himself so often men took to calling him King Scab, and Maegor the Cruel was murdered in that chair. By that chair, to hear some tell it. It is not a seat where a man can rest at ease. Ofttimes I wonder why my brothers wanted it so desperately.” “Why would you want it, then?” Davos asked him. "It’s not a question of wanting. The throne is mine, as Robert’s heir. That is law. After me, it must pass to my daughter, unless Selyse should finally give me a son. (…) I am king. Wants do not enter it. I have a duty to my daughter. To the realm. Even to Robert.”

[ofperzys]

the mr darcy guy from pride and prejudice is a perfect faceclaim for stannis looks wise (tall, broad, black of hair, blue eyes, stern faced). but stevey dillane is who i think about when i write his mannerisms and speech patterns so its like 🤔

[lorrgana]

[ofperzys]

ive been absent because my computer monitor broke but i got word earlier that they found the problem and it'll be fixed sometime early next week so i havent abandoned this blog and when i return i wanna send memes 👀

[targaryenhouse]

I never asked for this crown. Gold is cold and heavy on the head, but so long as I am the king, I have a duty … If I must sacrifice one child to the flames to save a million from the dark … Sacrifice … is never easy, Davos. Or it is no true sacrifice. -  A Storm of Swords, George R.R. Martin

[ofperzys]

damn i need a thread about stannis' kinslaying ugh

[coervus]

“There is no creature on earth half so terrifying as a truly just man.”

[polypam]

okay, book Stannis might one day do the thing… but until then I refuse to believe such terribleness