Working On Getting Replies, But Wanted To Let Yall Know That As Each Of Them Have Four Or More Votes

working on getting replies, but wanted to let y’all know that as each of them have four or more votes on my poll that I will be adding the following muses to this blog once my tags for them and their profile on my muse page is complete:

Arthur Dayne completed

Brienne of Tarth (request only) completed

Brynden Tully

Corlys Velaryon completed

Daemon Targaryen (heavily canon divergent) completed

Dalton Greyjoy

Davos Seaworth

Edric Dayne

Hoster Tully

Jeor Mormont

Laenor Velaryon completed

Lyanna Mormont

Maege Mormont

Sansa Stark

Shireen Baratheon

Varys

Viserys Targaryen I (request only) completed

some of these will be selective request only

as a bonus the following muses will also be added:

Aegon Targaryen II

Aemond Targaryen completed

Daeron Targaryen (son of Alicent)

Harwin Strong completed

Jacaerys Velaryon completed

Joffery Velaryon

Lucerys Velaryon completed

Melisandre completed

Cousin​:

@neithergodsnormen { stannis }

Seven years she had been a prisoner. It was a comfortable confinement, yes, complete with one of the Keep’s finest chambers and two servants to see to her every whim. Still, Rhaenys longed for her husband; she longed for Driftmark. Most of all, she longed for freedom. But that her Targaryen blood would never allow her.

Her visitors were not many aside from the King himself, so she was always mildly surprised when one showed up. When the door to her chamber opened, she looked up from the book she had been reading and an eyebrow arched at the sight of the Lord of Dragonstone.

“Cousin,” Rhaenys greeted, setting the book aside. “What a surprise. I heard no murmurs that you were in King’s Landing.”

He had never thought to question Robert’s choice to have Rhaenys as a prisoner, his brother was the king now and no one was to question a king. When his brother had named him the Master of Ships, a role that had once belonged to his cousin’s husband, he had not thought of what the consequence of such an act. It had just been the natural response to the change of a dynasty. Seven years, and he had not known the ache of being far from home, from those that you loved.

He understood now, thinking of the little girl back in Dragonstone who was soon to turn a year old. He had never longed to be with another human being as much as he longed to hold his child every waking moment. He may not have held love for Selyse, but by the gods did he love the result of their marriage. On the return from his latest visit, he’d passed Driftmark and seen the shape of High Tide in the distance.

He’d felt shame in that moment.

Rhaenys may have been born to House Targaryen, but she was blood all the same, as her mother was a Baratheon. How could he just ignore her? Leave her alone to her confinement? Each time that he’d been called to court, he had not once paid her a visit. Something that he was starting to remedy. He was not one to smile, but his usual scowl was not as prominent when he entered into the room that held his neglected and captive cousin.

“I only just returned today,” he responded, “I hope I am not interrupting anything.” He knew how annoyed he was when he was focused on something, himself, only to be made to interact with another person.

aaaaand apparently youtube has something to say about martell family dynamics....

Doran and Quentyn are depressed af and Quentyn has low self esteem/anxiety/feels like he isn’t good enough and youtube decided to call it out

does anyone know how to do a decent face swap in Photoshop? i could use some pointers, for reasons

Corlys Tag Drop

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Lady Asha​:

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@neithergodsnormen Stannis and Asha

If Asha was a more patient women, or a more proper lady as these asses were common to say, she might’ve ignored the talking over her head. Someone had let it out to the lords and knights that Stannis had under his command about her proxy wedding her uncle held in order to shame her after the moot. Why else would he have chosen a man that she herself had shamed by mocking in inability to rise from his chair? It was a great laugh for some of the lesserborn knights to hear about a seal being used in her place since she had fled her holdings to escape the torturous death that no doubt her uncle had planned for her to remind her of where he saw a women’s place being.

In his bed or dead.

Still she was starting to get hot under the collar at all of this. She had already been captured by a bear and now a stag was keeping her chained at the ankle. One of which she was sure had broken and every so often would send a bolt of pain that she had to suppress across her face. To his credit Stannis either didn’t hear the jipes his men were making or was ignoring them. Asha might’ve preferred a little more action in regards to it all but she could take that into her own hands without making to much of a fuss that would get everyone upset.

Waiting for the right moment she watched Stannis as she heard another whisper that clearly at the word ‘seal’ in it. Smirking slightly she lifted her wine glass to her mouth and suddenly spoke. “You would’ve gotten more news then I did my lord.” Asha set her cup aside and forcefully changed the smirk to a smile that she hoped wasn’t as threatening she had been told her smirk was. “In his accountment letter of his farce of a marriage did my uncle tell an important detail?” She was purposefully being vague to time his reaction just right. Asha knew how annoyed he got whenever someone didn’t just say what was on their mind.

“I mean to say, did my supposed husband fuck the damn seal?”

Stannis was ignoring the idle gossip of dinner, not being one for the chatter that usually graced these things. The best word to describe his mood at that moment was bored, as the one person who had always seemed to know what to talk about and get Stannis’s attention was not in attendance. No, Davos was on a mission of his own while he marched the North. It had already been nigh on two months of trekking across the mountains and now they were in the Rills. Slowly, ever slowly, they were making their way to Winterfell, finally having a force of most of the North that was still loyal to the Starks and had no one being held ransom.

Some of the lords had denied joining Stannis based solely on their heirs being in Lannister or Bolton chains. Until their children were safely returned they would dare not leave their homes for a man who did not bear the name of Stark, even if he was doing so in order to free a girl the Boltons were claiming was Ned Stark’s daughter. The fact that he could not guarantee that the girl was indeed Arya Stark was the reason that half of the houses he’d visited would not leave their halls, as they were certain the girl was some false trick to placate the North. You cannot trust Oathbreakers or Kingslayers, yer Grace, they said. He’s drawn back to the world around him from his thoughts as the Greyjoy woman manages to get the hall to quiet.

It was a moment before he realized that she was talking to him, having grown use to people referring to him as ‘your grace’. In his accountment letter of his farce of a marriage did my uncle tell an important detail? He’d nearly forgotten about the letter that he’d intercepted that detailed the girl’s marriage by proxy. He wished that she would just get to the point and say what she wished to know, rather than wasting time. He’d rolled his eyes and taken a drink when her next words sunk in, and what they meant. I mean to say, did my supposed husband fuck the damn seal?

Stannis found himself choking, the hot wine having went down the wrong pipe when he’d found reaction to the words. The hush that had befallen was broken by a cacophony of noise, not one of the men around him being able to keep quiet after the words had left her mouth. Did my supposed husband fuck the damn seal? No sentence had ever caused him such a headache as that one. It was likely why the infuriating woman had phrased it that way, in order to get a rise out of people and cause him a pain that would not go away for many hours.

“Why do you wish to know?” he ground out, his jaw clenched.