I Just Watched This Video! The Edit Was Incredible! Its Weird Bc I Always Thought Rachels Voice Would

I just watched this video! The edit was incredible! It’s weird bc I always thought Rachel’s voice would be an incredible fit for Eurydice, and the story kind of fit with Hadestown a lot!

Wait for Me (Hadestown 2010 Album) || Coriolanus & Lucy Gray - Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes

Hope you enjoy! It's a sad song, but maybe it will turn out this time...

Commentary under the readmore:

I've been wanting to make a Hadestown video for TBOSAS, there are so many fun threads to pull on!! Admittedly, some of the parallels here are more vibes-based than really narrative based, but I found enough to work with. The scene where Coryo explores the bombed-out arena and looks into the chasm of the tunnel seemed like an obvious jumping off point, so that was my initial idea.

The first verse basically assembled itself. I wasn't sure if I was going to use the whole song, but it ended up being easier as the verses overlap slightly and there wasn't a clean place to cut! The third verse was the hardest to stage; I cracked it by building up to the moment at the end where Coryo gets caught and expelled. Rather than literally following Lucy Gray during the games, he's choosing to break the rules to help her survive. But he's plagued with doubt along the way because he's not sure if he can trust her! It's kind of funny positioning Coryo as Hadestown Orpheus (especially since older Snow has so many parallels to Hades), because literally the instant he loses sight of his "Eurydice" in the woods he just flops instantly. Alas.

I got specific inspiration for this vid when I noticed the twirling/descending piano cue in TBOSAS (performed by featured soloist Yuja Wang) that plays during key moments of Coryo and Lucy Gray's relationship. It sounds very similar to the descending scale motif in the Hadestown soundtrack and creates a distinct, fragile mood, like we're waiting for the tentative bond between them to snap. I originally wanted to try and blend one into the other but they weren't quite similar enough. I also decided to go with the more ghostly 2010 concept album version of "Wait for Me" over the stage version, as it fit the tone I was trying to achieve.

I haven't actually completed a fanvid in literal years, but I got started on this one last night and it just poured out of me. I have some ideas for more, so hopefully I'll be able to get around to them!

Some technical notes: I got the source for the movie from JuanEditz (@juanedits on Twitter). It's nice quality but pretty dark. The songs are subtitled which I was mostly able to work around until the end.

Ok, I very well could be looking too much into this, but does anyone else think it was weird how the Covey were targeted by Peacekeepers? Granted, it’s been a while since I read the original HG triology, and despite watching the film, I haven’t read the TBOSAS novel. I know a big part of the reason why Lucy Gray’s family was forced to settle into District 12 was because traveling between districts was forbidden due to the war that was going on. But I can’t help but think of something else was part of it.

I was talking about this with one of my friends, @ethereal-athalia , and I mentioned how I made the connection that the Covey in District 12 was likely part of a much larger community that was forced to split amongst themselves. The musicians would travel together, maybe there was a group of weavers and healers that formed their own “Covey.” I wonder if it was Suzanne Collin’s intention to use the Covey Genocide as an allegory of the persecution experienced by the Roma and Sinti?

When I thought of that, I then wondered if it were possible that the Capitol had their own way of “taking care” of these different branches of Covey. Because the covey weren’t really considered to be “district” by either the people in said district or by the covey themselves, and since they were considered outsiders, it would be assumed that no one would really care if they went missing.

Bear with me, because this is where it gets a little tricky to really express my thought process in this.

We all know that the Capitol isn’t above human trafficking, so would it possible that MAYBE some very few and rare members of the Covey might have been brought into the Capitol? Would it be possible that the districts those different branches of covey settled in were sold to the Capitol for whatever reason?

What if it were possible that one or two of these members caught the interest of Dr. Gaul? Maybe they were intended to be sold, but they tricked the peacekeepers into killing themselves and/or they poisoned them? Or what if one was sold because they looked similar to a Capitol child, and so they were brought in as a replacement? What if these individuals had everything that marked their heritage taken from them: their friends, their families, their dialects, the stories they grew up on, their names? Maybe they lived in misery? Maybe they ended up rising to the some of the highest social ladders at the cost of their “colors”? Or maybe they even ended up escaping to district 13????

What if these individuals who were forced to integrate into the Capitol, and had given up any hope of their history being brought back to them? All until they saw Lucy Gray Baird sing at the reaping, and then they saw her singing with the snakes? What if Snow was able to return to the Capitol because this mysterious stranger decided to sponsor him on the condition that Lucy Gray must also come to the Capitol?

Everyone thinks that if Lucy Gray stayed in the Capitol with Snow at the end of the novel, she would just be a sad trophy wife. But what if meeting this person was able to give her hope to continue not being caged? What if these two forces meet, and potentially change the course of Panem forever???

This is a very rudimentary idea, and I might not even end up writing it out, but I thought it was interesting and just wanted to share it on this platform. Also if anyone thinks that it’s a plot worth exploring, they are more than welcome to use it!

Edit: Anyone would like to notified or tagged if I make this work, please comment so I know how to tag you!

Literally me when Bel posts anything Robb Stark Related

"You're A Mean One, Mr. Stark" - Modern!Robb Stark x Wife!Reader

a/n: a request from @toms-cherry-trees!!! i love you so much, mars, hope you enjoy this little piece! 🩷

Summary: You do your best to get your Grinchy husband into the holiday spirit.

TW: profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, afab reader, oral m receiving, breeding kink, p in v sex

Word Count: 1,210 words

Rating: 18+, MDNI

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice and Fire characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷

For someone who is from the Christmas capital of Westeros, Robb Stark hates the holidays. He hates the sheer amount of tourists who flock to Winterfell, the extra hours he has to work, the traffic pileups. He finds the music entirely cliche, thinks that most of the mall Santas are probably pedophiles, and hates having to put the lights up every single damn year. The only bright side for him? How happy you, his beloved wife, get during the holiday season. You adore your little holiday traditions - buying an ugly sweater each year, doing a family Christmas card with the two of you, the kids, and Greywind, leaving milk and cookies out for Santa. You absolutely adore Christmas and have raised your and Robb’s kids to feel quite similarly. So, he puts on a stiff upper lip and every year, he manages to eke through the holidays by the skin of his teeth.

This year, however, things seem slightly different. He’s more stressed than usual, being up for a huge promotion and having to work longer hours than ever. It’s also his first holiday season without his father, Ned having passed away earlier in the year. If there ever was a Christmas where Robb earned the right to be a Grinch, it was this one.

And you? You have the perfect plan to get him into the holiday spirit and bring some cheer back into his life.

Robb has never been able to resist you in fancy lingerie, after all.

So, you send the kids over to Jon and Ygritte’s, the latter giving you a rather mischievous smirk, having gone shopping with you to pick up the perfect set, while Jon just looks on in confusion. She rolls her eyes at her long-term boyfriend, slapping the back of his head while telling him he knows nothing, causing you to giggle at the look of offense on his face. You kiss little Ned and Rickard goodbye, waving them off as they climb into Jon’s truck, ready for a weekend with their uncle. Gods, you hope Jon doesn’t send them back all sugared up like last time.

When they’ve pulled out of the driveway, you close the door, smirking to yourself as you race to get everything ready for when Robb gets home. Scented candles, his favorite dinner, all of it. Robb typically does all the cooking - wearing only those gray sweatpants of his that make him look so fucking irresistible - but today? You want to let him relax.

So, the minute he walks through the front door, taking off his jacket, he smells his favorite food, following his nose toward the kitchen, grinning like a fool. He’s always been a sucker for your cooking. But when he gets to the dining table, it isn’t the food which catches his eye.

It’s you, dressed in a little red number with white trim. A naughty Mrs. Claus, if you will, lips painted red and a smirk on your face as you beckon him closer with a curved finger. And what choice does Robb have but to obey? He walks toward you, his jaw hanging open as you sit up on your knees, giggling.

“Welcome home, Mr. Stark,” you coo, “You’ve been awfully Grinchy this Christmas, so I think, as your missus, it’s my duty to instill some holiday cheer in you.”

He lets out a groan as your fingers tangle in his auburn curls, pulling him into a heated kiss, your tongues moving against each other as he quickly moves to get rid of his shirt. You eye him greedily, nails running down his chest before moving to the waistband of his trousers, undoing them with ease, palming at his cock over the fabric of his boxers. No matter how many times you and Robb make love, you’re always amazed by how big he is, how long and thick he is, and immediately think about the way he makes you feel when he’s inside you.

But as he moves to rid you of your red lacy panties, you shake your head, chiding playfully, “Not today, Robbie. Today, I’m taking care of you.”

He watches as you mouth at his cock over the fabric of his boxers, groaning as he tosses your little Santa hat aside, fingers twisting in your hair. You brace your palms against his thighs, tugging his underwear down and taking him into your mouth, moaning against his cock. You give him the tiniest of nods and he knows what you’re telling him to do. Robb slowly begins rocking his hips against you, admiring the sight of your crimson lips wrapped around him, the feeling of your hot, wet mouth as he fucks it being almost too much to bear. And gods, the way you’re looking up at him, your eyes sparkling with desire.

Every day, he’s amazed by the fact that he wants you just as bad as the day he met you. And he knows he always will. He feels himself getting close and pulls away from you, grinning at the little pout you let out.

“Robbie!”

“Want to cum inside you, baby,” he murmurs, pulling you close to him, bending you over the dining table. He pushes your hair away away from the nape of your neck, kissing your sensitive skin as he moves your panties aside, teasing your pussy, grinning at the fact that you’re wet just from sucking him off, “We said we wanted to try for baby number three, didn’t we?”

You nod, barely able to hold back your beam of excitement as you feel him enter you with one smooth thrust. Robb fucks you like he hates, you, his grunts and growls being almost feral in nature as he ruts into you. Gods, you’ve always loved how primal he gets when he’s like this. He’s every bit the wolf starks are said to be, and you’re all too happy to take it. He’s so big, filling you up perfectly with each snap of his hips, his cock brushing against your sweet spot every fucking time. You move your fingers to circle your clit, whining when he smacks your hand away only to do the job himself.

Your eyes roll back, toes curling as he pounds into you, one hand playing with you while the other holds your hips in place as he takes complete control.

“Feel so good for me, baby,” he groans, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his beard tickling your skin, “You gonna let me eat that pretty little pussy after this? Gonna let me fill you up again and again?”

“Fuck, yes, Robb, please!” Your whines grow louder and louder in tandem with your pleasure, growing to a crescendo as you spill yourself on his cock, feeling him reach his own end a few moments after.

The two of you stay like that for a long moment, breathing heavily. Robb turns you around to face him, his lips capturing yours for a long moment before he speaks again.

“How long till the kids get home?”

“Jon took them for the weekend.”

The look on his face is downright wolfish as he hardens against your thigh once again, a promise of a very happy holiday season to come.

For anyone interested in reading, I have the prologue here on Ao3!

If you enjoyed reading it, please send kudos, or comment on it!

Ok, I very well could be looking too much into this, but does anyone else think it was weird how the Covey were targeted by Peacekeepers? Granted, it’s been a while since I read the original HG triology, and despite watching the film, I haven’t read the TBOSAS novel. I know a big part of the reason why Lucy Gray’s family was forced to settle into District 12 was because traveling between districts was forbidden due to the war that was going on. But I can’t help but think of something else was part of it.

I was talking about this with one of my friends, @ethereal-athalia , and I mentioned how I made the connection that the Covey in District 12 was likely part of a much larger community that was forced to split amongst themselves. The musicians would travel together, maybe there was a group of weavers and healers that formed their own “Covey.” I wonder if it was Suzanne Collin’s intention to use the Covey Genocide as an allegory of the persecution experienced by the Roma and Sinti?

When I thought of that, I then wondered if it were possible that the Capitol had their own way of “taking care” of these different branches of Covey. Because the covey weren’t really considered to be “district” by either the people in said district or by the covey themselves, and since they were considered outsiders, it would be assumed that no one would really care if they went missing.

Bear with me, because this is where it gets a little tricky to really express my thought process in this.

We all know that the Capitol isn’t above human trafficking, so would it possible that MAYBE some very few and rare members of the Covey might have been brought into the Capitol? Would it be possible that the districts those different branches of covey settled in were sold to the Capitol for whatever reason?

What if it were possible that one or two of these members caught the interest of Dr. Gaul? Maybe they were intended to be sold, but they tricked the peacekeepers into killing themselves and/or they poisoned them? Or what if one was sold because they looked similar to a Capitol child, and so they were brought in as a replacement? What if these individuals had everything that marked their heritage taken from them: their friends, their families, their dialects, the stories they grew up on, their names? Maybe they lived in misery? Maybe they ended up rising to the some of the highest social ladders at the cost of their “colors”? Or maybe they even ended up escaping to district 13????

What if these individuals who were forced to integrate into the Capitol, and had given up any hope of their history being brought back to them? All until they saw Lucy Gray Baird sing at the reaping, and then they saw her singing with the snakes? What if Snow was able to return to the Capitol because this mysterious stranger decided to sponsor him on the condition that Lucy Gray must also come to the Capitol?

Everyone thinks that if Lucy Gray stayed in the Capitol with Snow at the end of the novel, she would just be a sad trophy wife. But what if meeting this person was able to give her hope to continue not being caged? What if these two forces meet, and potentially change the course of Panem forever???

This is a very rudimentary idea, and I might not even end up writing it out, but I thought it was interesting and just wanted to share it on this platform. Also if anyone thinks that it’s a plot worth exploring, they are more than welcome to use it!

Edit: Anyone would like to notified or tagged if I make this work, please comment so I know how to tag you!

Okay, the Seamstress!Reader fic I’m writing, I may have accidentally outlined it to the point where it’s a three-way competition between Jace, Aemond, and Baela

Maybe a four-way competition if I throw Helaena in there too…

Soooooooooo…..this should be an interesting plot to write out 🙃