#got brienne

[lyonelwhoretent]

I like tall knight with a nice big ass (haha), just sayin'. Like honorable knight, Brienne Of Tarth and Ser Duncan The Tall.

[contemplativepervert]

Can u draw brienne pretty please

brienne of tarth u will always be famous to me xx

rqs r open on this blog and art sideblog @snoozingfae✨

[irreplaceable-ecstasyy]

The Winter Blue

What If: Brienne of Tarth x Reader

TW: Mention of death, graphic descriptions of violence, injuries, angst

Summary: Inspired by Edd mistaking Tormund for a walker because of his blue eyes. The Great War was upon Winterfell. There were no farewells, only words of hope and faith in one another. To you, Brienne offered no more than a rare half smile with the promise of a brighter one once the war was over. Despite the gloom, her blue eyes still shone under the flames of the torches, and it was the last thing you saw of her before she turned to leave.

[Feel free to make requests (especially for the golden trio of Gwendoline Christie characters: Phasma, Brienne and Lucifer) . I've never written a [Y/N] thing before but heck, I just needed a bit of a rewrite for the dreaded season 8 :> I'm in a write-y mood & this came to be & it's angst. Enjoy <3]

Upon the wall from where you stood, bow and arrow in hand, you watched as the dead flooded the living. They came in waves, an unstoppable tide that would wipe everyone off the face of the North. You could not see where the tide ended. The dead stretched on so far, it was as if they were the sea climbing to the shore at the highest tide. Like waves, there came the crash. The first clash of weapons turned into a deafening buzz.

Sight was your truest and only weapon now. Over the clamor, you could not hear the commands of your leader but you knew to nock your arrow as your comrades began to take aim. The tide was coming dangerously close. You recalled how it extinguished the flames of the Dothraki cavalry, swallowing them whole with their horses. While death was no fiend to you, you could hear your blood rushing in your ears, the thrumming of your heart against your chest. No one wished to die by the wrath of those who have already died.

To be beaten by Death's pawns was a cheap game to lose.

Down went another line of soldiers. It was a game they were already losing. Drawing your bowstring, you took aim and fired. You did not wait to see where it struck for you were already reaching for another arrow. You nocked it, drew once more and fired. And again, and again. There was no flow in a war so filled with discord and destruction. Who needed formation when it was a matter of whose blade struck first? Or in your case, how many did your arrows kill first before the dead killed a fellow comrade?

You continued without rest, the same cycle. Nook, draw, release. Your arm was growing weaker in exhaustion but still, you pressed on. You'd lost count of the arrows you'd shot and with the smoke in your eyes, it was difficult to tell who was a friend or foe. Everyone was bloodied, the dead and living were armored alike as well as armed, and they all fought the same. They fought to kill rather than survive.

When everyone thought they were safe behind the walls, the dead broke in. It was then you ditched your bow for a sword to help those who fought on the castle grounds. With the living back behind the walls, you searched desperately for a familiar face but the horde was suffocating. Left and right, people dropped to the ground with their last breath, and some tore apart in a spray of blood as a blade sliced through them.

Where was she?

You lifted your head in hopes to see her towering figure, a glimpse of messy blonde hair- Something, at least! But to no avail, you were swept into a corner by the raging tide. You swung your sword at anything that dared to approach you in an attempt to clear the way, but the dead pressed on. To make matters worse, the Night King turned their people on them.

You saw how your fallen comrades rose from the ground, where you saw them drop like puppets whose strings were cut. Now they had a new puppet master. The sword in your hand felt heavy as you watched these familiar faces fight their friends. Who was the foe and who was the enemy now?

Whenever you swung your sword, you would close your eyes and allow the weapon to lead your strength. You could not bear to watch your friends die a second time nor could you look them in the eyes. Even as they dropped to your feet, you refused to look at them. As you were about to swing your sword again, a pair of blue eyes caught yours and your sword clattered to the ground after a meek swing at an incoming walker.

You knew those eyes, you'd seen them not long before the war began. Blue hues that glowed so magnificently every time you saw her. How enchanting they were. She was here. You'd found her. You took a step towards Brienne, a hand outstretched to her. You wanted to pull her by your side where she was within an eyeshot from you. You felt safer knowing that she was still here with you as it vanquished all your fears. You could finally breathe in this cold winter air.

As you advanced closer, your lady soon a few feet away from you, you began to come to a slow stop.

You felt your chest tighten. . .

The glow in her eyes. It was not from the torches. With no crowd between you and Brienne, you could see the blood pouring down her armor from where it was breached. Her chest where her heart was was hollow, ripped by the hands of the dead. She had been stripped slightly of her armor where the dead tore at her. Beneath the layers, every inch of exposed skin was littered in scratches and open wounds that bled profusely.

Then you looked up at her. Her hauntingly beautiful face. You'd seen her eyes; they were always the first thing you saw of her and always the last when you bade farewell. You had not seen the way her mouth hung open from when she screamed from a painful death, as the dead scratched her skin and wrenched her heart out. You missed the crimson that poured down her lips and stained her hair like dye, and worst of all, you missed the pale emptiness in her gaze.

You clutched your sword tighter as you stared up at Brienne, your vision blurred by tears. You saw her step towards you, one heavy step after another, and before you knew it, she was charging at you. You could hear her thundering footsteps, see her blurred silhouette ready to slaughter you with her bare hands. Blinking away your tears, you closed your eyes and stabbed your sword upwards. Whether it struck her or not, you could not care but you knew you did for the impact did not come.

Brienne toppled at your feet as her head slid off the sword where you had struck her. A clean death. Where she laid, her eyes rested on you with a gentleness you'd grown so used to. Your throat ache, though, not from the cold but from the sobs that the war was drowning out. The winter blue of the Night King had gone and you knew you were looking into her eyes once more. The last thing of her you will ever see.

The last farewell.

[awakeby-awindow]

Every tear that Brienne cried was a year off my life

[themardlonk]

cool, so like Brienne's entire story ends with her lamenting a man, instead of focusing on her being Commander in Chief, cool

[moonlightsong]

(GIF Source: @strgryn )

[randomnessunicorn-imagine]

Headcanons for being a only about 5'7 tall girl looking up to Brienne and wanting to be such a great warrior like her? Perhaps with Brienne's reaction to being the readers idol and imitated.

{ Aww, Brienne ❤️

I hope with all myheart she’s not going to die in the new Season, god god god! }

⚔️  BRIENNE ⚔️

She is not reallyused to have fans, she is not a lady and she is not very famous in this realmand so she wonders why you find her so interesting or prestigious.

Yes, Brienne is a greatwarrior but she does not pump herself, she is always very shy, humble andsilent and so she does not define herself as the greatest warrior of the Seven Kingdoms.Maybe Brienne truly is, she’s the greatest warrior alive but she will never sayit, she’s so modest and this is another reason why you estimate her so much.

Brienne is special,she is full of honour, respect and courage, she’s not like the other knights,she’s truly human and gentle. Brienne is your role model, she’s the person youwant to become and you want to follow.

Your compliments anddevotion make her uncomfortable, since she’s not used to all these kind words.You know, people always insult her, defining her as not a real woman because ofher appearance but you don’t mind about it and you just appreciate the way sheis. Her honesty, skills and values, it’s rare finding someone like her in thismad world and you are glad to be her friend and maybe her pupil too. You wanther to teach you how to fight and use a sword. You want to become a greatwarrior but, more than anything else, you want to gain her respect, friendshipand you want Brienne to be proud of you.

Well, you are sostubborn and she’s exhausted because you don’t give up and you care a lot aboutit. At first, she didn’t’ want to help you because you would be a bother, shealready has Pod and he’s very clumsy and naive sometimes, he’s not a goodwarrior and so Brienne needs a lot of patience to train him. You want to becomea warrior too, you won’t accept a no as answer, and so she decides to give youa chance.

By the way, if you wouldbecome a real bother, she would think about her decision and kick you out becauseshe has a mission and she can’t lose her time babysitting some adult children.

You and Pod oftencompete to get Brienne’s attention and compliments, even if she does notcompliment people so easy but you want to impress her.

Actually, you and Podbecome really good friends and you always organize hunts to get food and helpeach other to light a fire and chat about every kind of topic. Brienne never participatesto your chats, she does not speak a lot but she likes listening and she’s gladyou and Pod are so talkative. At least, Brienne can think about her ownbusiness while you and he talk. No, she’s not really a talker.  

She’s a very severeand hard teacher, she’s very reserved and cold but you know her heart is goldenand so you keep persevering until you will reach your goal.

[fiolettaarts]