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[oathkeeperwench]

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Brienne could still feel her heart pounding in her chest from residual fear and despair, even though the dead were now lying still on the ground. Her arm shakily lowered Oathkeeper cautiously as her eyes searched out Ser Jaime and Podrick who had been standing next to her. A loud sigh of relief escaped her when she saw both of them still standing. 

“We- we survived..” Her voice is low and raspy, hoarse from screaming throughout the battle, along with the cold air. “Is it really over?”

[lastxdragon]

CS: What comes next

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╣❦╠ ƈօռզʊɛʀɨռɢ ֆȶօʀʍ ❧

Desperate fighting ended when they’d found the Night King. Whatever mysterious combination of fate, dragonfire and Valyrian steel that had been necessary had come together in ways no one could have anticipated. It had been devastating to lose Lord Snow, after his efforts to save the North, against ungrateful people scrambling only for power, but his sacrifice would not be forgotten. As her Dothraki and Unsullied regrouped, more than half their number had survived. More than enough to squash the Golden Company’s ambushing attack, preventing even more devastation to the North.

The siege of King’s Landing had been quick. The gates opened by deserting royal soldiers at the sight of her dragons flying overhead, quicker still to pledge themselves to Daenerys. Things are beginning to settle in the capital when her Ko tell her they’ve captured the Kingslayer. The man had been among those fighting the Dead, but she’d never expected he would chance coming to the Crownlands. Tyrion. Her Hand was swift in finding her, pleading that she give his brother a chance to explain, that he was the only one who could tell her what had happened that day. Daenerys let him stew in the dungeons for two days before making her decision.

Her Ko brought Ser Jaime from his cell, escorting him to the Queen’s library where Dany stood on the balcony with a glass of wine. A knock alerted her before they entered with the tall man she remembered from Winterfell and Daenerys’ expression chilled as her stomach twisted. This was the man she’d feared as a child - the monster lurking in the shadows. “Your brother has spoken eloquently on your behalf, Ser,” she told him while her Ko stayed at the door, silent. Turning to face him, Dany continued “And you fought beside us in the North. These are the only reasons you still live. Why have you come here, Kingslayer? Did you hope to put a sword in my back?”

[astormofagirl]

She’s nervous as she sits on the large bed waiting for her new husband. She wears a robe, long hair down in waves as she glances toward the wine near the hearth. She doesn’t wish to be into her cups when he comes to her, but at the same times she knows a few sips will relax her nerves. She stands and walks over to the small table and pours herself some as she glances at the fire. The silhouette of her body can be seen through the dress robes she wears and it’s the sound of the chamber door opening that alerts her to his presence, but she keeps her gaze on the fire waiting for him to speak.

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[agirlofwinterfell]

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Bran had said he was waiting on an old friend, had had her wheel him to sit exactly where she left him. He didn’t say much these days, and sometimes she saw that pain in his eyes. He was separating himself from his identity to protect himself further and further. 

His elder sister though, found herself watching arrivals as well when a man rode in on a horse. Arya stepped in front of the gates, stopping him in his tracks, whoever he was. 

“There’s food in the Great Hall, beds scattered around. Have you travelled far, Ser?” She felt some whisper in her eat not to keep him waiting, but surely this stranger meant no harm?

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Tormund’s Follow Forever

Okay, so apparently there are 500 of you mad fuckers following this blog now... I don’t understand how it got to so many, but I am so grateful for each and every one of you. 

The Brotherhood Without Banjos: 

@bxstardcrowking​ @ruthlessresolution​ @nxtsoordinary​  @notaprincessaqueen​ @bearfvcker​ @tormundbearfucker​ @anhonourablecaptain​ @pater-leonum​

Without all of you my Tormund would not be the character he is, so thank you to each and every one of you for writing with me, and putting up with me throwing headcanons at you!

Those who make Tormund’s beard happy 

@zaldrizesxdaria @firefclt @princess-of-the-song @bloodsuckingwitch  @thelightninglord @obuljagon  @sinnersofafeather @ladybcar @vallorous @artfulprecision @thesellsword  @killthebxy @thewhxtewclf @wolfqueennamedstark​  @thesellsword​ @bull-headed-gendry​ @freefolksflame​ @squirc​ @thesiilverqueen​ @neitherknightnorlady​ @saltveined​ @demonixfrost​ @abloodywoman​ @the-true-queen-in-the-north​ @lordofhousestark​ @nomagiconlyprayers​ @longmayshereign-cersei @hxndofthequeen @starkmatriarch @eversoblack @k0rbinian @illegitimatesnow @reodwulf @rinnahtheskinchanger @agirlofwinterfell @watcherandshield @princelyrhaegar @noelanii @thewhxtewclf @crowncdcrow @xsweetlittlebirdx @keepfcith @shegrewstrong @sermountain  @thedragoninthesnow @wildncss @badinvcstmcnt 

 This is just a veeery small selection of the people I love seeing on my feed, and who I have either written with in the past, am writing with now, or would love to write with in the future. You’re all wonderful, and it’s genuinely a joy reading your threads on the dash whether  we interact or not.

If you’ve been missed off this list please do not take it as me not liking your account or you or whatever, it’s more than likely just because its 2am right now and my brain is potato. But thank you to every last one of you for following, liking my ramblings, and writing with me. 

Tormund hugs for all! 

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                       “....you both are idiots.”

[cerseilionesslannister]

@pater-leonum

         Jaime’s return was never a question of if, it was a question of when; and it appears to be happening now.  All  at  once,  Cersei feels everything and no- thing  at  all.  Eyes narrow almost imperceptibly as he walks  toward  her;  she takes a step back, maintaining the distance between queen and subject.

         “I  hope  it  was  worth  it,”  comes voice cold and detached. Oh, it best have  been  worth  it,  else the already-tenuous matter of her  forgiveness  will cease to exist entirely.

[reodwulf-archive]

pater-leonum replied to your post : *lies down on the dash* i’m just really tired....

My elbow is messed up too! I have it in a wrap. its making my fingers go numb

D: i feel like thats not good, love. It shouldn't make your fingers numb.