#holy trinity

[mananak07]

lets start loving akane more

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[honeyyaps]

my holy trinity.

[girlrottinginmyroomallday]

[queenofthrones2]

Headcanons Game of Thrones As Yanderes

Swf and nswf

Robert Baratheon (young) , Rhaegar Targaryen, Ser Arthur Dayne (the holy trinity)

Robert Baratheon

SFW

• Robert’s love is violent, loud, and suffocating. He doesn’t whisper sweet nothings; he roars them while drunk, slamming his fist on the table so everyone in the Red Keep knows you belong to him.

• Calls you “my little doe,” “my war prize,” or “my only victory that matters.” Refuses to let you out of his sight for more than an hour. If you try to leave the room, he’ll just pick you up and carry you back to his side like you weigh nothing.

• Extremely jealous. Even looking at Ned or Jon Arryn too long earns them a black eye. He once broke a knight’s jaw for offering you his cloak during a rainstorm.

• Gifts are extravagant and aggressive: entire wardrobes of Myrish lace torn to shreds the moment he thinks another man looked at you in them, replaced the next day with new ones in Baratheon black and gold.

• Sleeps with his warhammer beside the bed “in case someone tries to steal you while I dream.”

NSFW

• Robert fucks like he fights: brutal, overwhelming, and with zero concept of restraint. The moment the door closes he’s ripping your gown off (literally ripping, he has no patience for laces).

• Loves pinning you down with his full weight, growling “You’re mine, mine, mine” with every thrust. Your wrists will be bruised black and blue from his grip.

• Obsessed with breeding you. He finishes deep inside every single time, pressing his hips flush so nothing leaks out, muttering about putting a dozen black-haired stag babies in your belly so no one can ever take you from him.

• If he’s drunk (which is often), he gets even rougher. He’ll flip you onto your stomach, yank your hips up, and take you from behind while roaring your name loud enough for the entire keep to hear who you belong to.

• Possessive bite marks everywhere: neck, breasts, inner thighs. He’ll make you walk around court the next day with them barely hidden so every lord knows Robert Baratheon claimed you.

• Aftercare is surprisingly tender for him; he’ll pull you into his sweaty chest, kiss your forehead, and pass out snoring while muttering that he’d burn the world for you.

Rating: 9,5/10

Rhaegar Targaryen

SFW

• Quiet, melancholic obsession. He writes hauntingly beautiful songs about you on his harp and sings them only when he thinks you’re asleep, silver hair falling over eyes that never leave you.

• Believes you are the other half of the prophecy with him. “The dragon must have three heads, and you are mine.” Will kidnap you “for your own protection” if you ever try to leave.

• Gentle on the surface: brushes your hair for hours, bathes you himself, dresses you in white and crimson silks. But if you mention another man’s name he goes perfectly still, smile freezing, and the next day that man disappears.

• Keeps you in the Tower of Joy 2.0 if he has to. Calls it “our sanctuary.” There are no locks on the doors… because there are twenty Kingsguard outside who would die before letting you leave.

• Leaves dragon-egg sized rubies on your pillow as “tokens of eternal devotion.”

NSFW

• Slow, worshipful, and devastatingly intense. Rhaegar treats sex like a religious rite. Candles everywhere, incense, rose petals, harp music he composed for this exact moment.

• Undresses you like he’s unwrapping something sacred, kissing every inch of skin he exposes, murmuring High Valyrian prayers against your thighs.

• Obsessed with eye contact. He’ll cup your face and force you to look at him while he’s inside you, whispering “Say you are mine, say you love me, say you’ll never leave” over and over until you’re sobbing it.

• Loves when you ride him so he can watch you take your pleasure on his cock while he strokes your stomach and talks about the silver-haired children you’ll give him.

• Edging king. Will bring you to the brink again and again with his mouth and fingers, denying you release until you’re begging and promising you’ll never even think of another man. Only then does he slide into you, slow and deep, dragging it out until you’re shaking.

• Bites your neck hard enough to draw blood, then licks it clean, marking you his.

• After you’re both spent he wraps you in his black and red cloak and holds you like you’re the most fragile glass in the world, humming the song he wrote for you until you fall asleep.

Rating: 10/10

Ser Arthur Dayne

SFW

• The perfect knight gone horribly wrong. He swore an oath to protect you the moment he saw you, and in his mind that oath is eternal, above kings, above gods, above your own wishes.

• Silent shadow. You’ll turn around and he’s just there, violet eyes watching, Dawn sheathed at his hip like a constant threat to anyone who comes near you.

• Speaks softly, calls you “my lady,” “my sun,” “my heart,” but the grip on your wrist when he pulls you close is iron.

• Kills for you without hesitation and without remorse. Comes back with blood still on his white cloak, kneels, and kisses your hand like he didn’t just behead three men for smiling at you.

• Will lock you in your chambers “for your safety” and stand guard outside the door himself. No one enters. No one leaves. Ever.

NSFW

• Arthur’s yandere sex is disciplined, precise, and completely overwhelming. The same way he wields Dawn: every movement perfect, every thrust designed to ruin you for anyone else.

• Strips his white armor off slowly while you watch, letting you see every scar he took “keeping you safe.” Loves when you kiss them.

• Pins your wrists above your head with one hand (he’s stupidly strong) and fucks you slow and deep, watching your face like he’s memorizing the holiest sight he’s ever seen.

• Obsessed with making you come first. Will spend literally hours between your thighs with that swordsman’s precision, tongue and fingers merciless until you’re sobbing his name and promising you’ll never leave. Only then does he let himself sink into you.

• Loves taking you against the wall, your legs wrapped around his waist, his white cloak still half-on so it billows around you both like you’re in some tragic love story he refuses to let end.

• Whispered filth in that calm, refined voice: “You feel how perfectly you were made for me? No one else will ever touch you like this. No one else could ever survive it.”

• Leaves sword calloused fingerprints bruised into your hips for days. Secretly hopes someone notices and realizes the greatest knight alive claimed you body and soul.

• Aftercare is him cleaning you with a damp cloth, kissing every mark he left, then wrapping you in his cloak and holding you against his chest while murmuring that the dawn only rises for you.

Rating: 8,5/10

[anushkasaha]

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[tomicscomics]

05/29/2026

The best thing comes in Three.

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JOKE-OGRAPHY:

In Christianity, we say we have one God revealed in three Persons: the Father, the Son (Jesus), and the Holy Spirit. They are distinct in their relationship to each other: the Father generates, the Son is begotten, and the Holy Spirit proceeds. Yet They all fully embody the same divine nature and will. The Trinity is the central mystery of Christianity, which proclaims that Jesus is fully God and fully man and came to marry our human nature to His divine one, inviting us into the eternal reality of God through mutual love.

In this cartoon, a child articulates the Trinity according to her limited understanding by relating each divine Person to one of the priests in her local parish. She thinks of God as an old man, as depicted in art like "The Creation of Adam" by Michelangelo, and compares Him to the oldest priest. She thinks of Jesus as a kindly teacher, as depicted in many child-focused Bible studies, and relates Him to her favorite priest. And since education about the role and power of the Holy Spirit is often lacking or puts less focus on Him than on the creator Father or savior Son, she thinks of the Holy Spirit as a tiny and unimpressive dove, and compares Him to the youngest and least impressive priest, saying he's "small and doesn't do a lot." The young priest is shocked at this harsh assessment. Meanwhile, in Heaven, the Holy Spirit is similarly mortified by the naive critique, which almost causes Jesus to fall over laughing.