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It's Handled (Scandal Westeros - Episode One)
“Breaking news out of the Capitol at Harrenhal. Tonight, The People’s Council begins deliberations on Prime Minister Robert Baratheon’s removal from office. The twice-elected PM is answering to charges of abuse of power and misappropriation of government funds, allegedly to silence two women with whom he fathered children outside of his marriage. The investigation, led by the Prime Minister’s brother, Attorney General Stannis Baratheon, has yielded a trove of documents and testimony, which will be examined and debated in the lower legislative body during a historic late-night session…”
Brienne Tarth’s drink is too strong.
You’d think she’d be better at this, having grown up with military men, but other than the occasional beer, she never developed a taste for alcohol. What she needs right now is a frosty Motte Wheat. Even the fancier restaurants in the Stormlands serve it, but here? At the Hightower Hotel in Oldtown? She doubts it. Besides, she looks ridiculous enough with her thick-as-a-castle-wall body squeezed in the sapphire shift dress she’s wearing. No need to remind her date how manly she looks by chugging beer.
Speaking of her date… She checks her phone again. No text. No call. And he was due 10 minutes ago. Maybe she should text him… No. She doesn’t want to appear desperate. Fifteen more minutes. Then she’ll get the hell out of here and drown her sorrows at the Quill and Tankard.
She tries to focus on the evening news but finds herself people-watching instead. Immediate mistake. The women, in their simple, elegant dresses and perfectly coiffed hair, are effortlessly chic. While the clothes are understated, there is easily $250,000 in watches, bags, and shoes in the restaurant. It’s like sitting in a room full of Margaery Tyrells.
She takes another sip of vodka soda and winces at the sting.
The thud of a blood-red Celine bag landing on her table pulls out of her thoughts. On the other side of it, a woman with olive skin and flowing dark hair settles on to the stool across from her. “I’m sorry,” Brienne says. “I’m saving that seat for…”
“Garrett Flowerson,” the woman fishes an iPhone out of her bag and taps the screen, showing a photo of the man Brienne is expecting. “This broad-shouldered, square-jawed Prince Charming—that seems to be a thing for you—who swiped right on your profile. He's not coming.” She flips Balayaged-hair over the shoulder of her tan trench coat and waves down a server.
Gods. He has a girlfriend who found his profile... For the first time in a while, she's grateful to be bigger and taller than most women she meets. This one, tall as she is, is willowy. Brienne can take her if it comes to that. “Look, I’m sorry if I…”
“A glass of Dornish Red for me,” the woman says to a server who has materialized out of nowhere. “She'll have a Motte Wheat with an orange garnish.”
This woman knows what beer she drinks? What in seven hells? “His profile said ‘single,’” Brienne says. “I didn’t know…”
The bag is pushed aside and the woman finally looks at her, blinking big, black eyes and pursing wine red lips. “Oh,” she drawls. Brienne hears the hint of a Dornish accent. “Sweetling. Garrett Flowerson doesn’t exist. And this isn't a date.”
For Brienne, this is a bridge too far.
“I don’t know who the hell you think you are,” she hops to her feet. “Or what kind of sick game you’re playing with me—”
“Oh wow,” the Dornishwoman’s eyes grow wide. “Apologies. You're tall in photos but in person, it's truly marvelous. Anyway. Before you go all ‘girl fight’ on me, you'll want to have a seat. This isn't a date because it's a job interview.”
Before Brienne can stutter that she’s not looking for a job, the woman continues.
“Yes, you think you have a job toiling away in Renly Baratheon’s hometown office drafting your earnest, well-meaning policy proposals while praying his pretty new wife doesn't catch those longing glances you cast his way with those big baby blues of yours, but… that's not a job. It is a waste of brainpower for a woman who graduated fourth in her class from the Military Academy at Storm’s End. Not to mention pathetic, which is a bad look for a woman of your...” she pauses her dizzying monologue to give Brienne a once over, “...stature.”
“Who the hell are you?” Brienne asks as a server in a stiff-collared white shirt places a mug of Motte Wheat on the table in front of her.
“Now you ask the right questions.” The Dornishwoman holds out a slender hand with black lacquered nails. “I'm Nymeria. And I'm here on behalf of Sarella Sand to make you an offer you can't refuse.”
“Thee Sarella Sand?” Brienne asks once she can manage words and shake Nymeria’s hand. “Offer? I thought you said this was an interview?”
Nymeria smirks over the rim of her wineglass. “I did say that, didn’t I?” It’s the slowest she’s spoken all night.
Sarella Sand. Westeros’s top political consultant. Brienne’s followed her work since Sarella helped her father get elected to the Storm Lands seat on the High Council. She’d met Sarella at his swearing-in but... “I don’t understand. Why would she…”
“I enjoy foreplay as much as the next girl, Brienne, but I'm not asking if you want the job because we both know you do. No matter what you say, you want more for yourself than busting your ass in the name of some Ken doll you diddle yourself to when you go home at night. So, Cinderella. You can keep scrubbing Renly’s floors hoping someone will make you the belle of the ball or you can let Fairy Godmother Sarella make you a warrior in a suit.”
This is insane. A woman she’s never met, sitting in front of her, reading her biography and inner thoughts, dangling the opportunity of a lifetime. Common sense tells Brienne she needs more time. To do research. She should at least go to the restroom and search Nymeria on Beacon to see if she is who she says she is.
But Brienne’s answer doesn’t come from the common sense part of her brain. Something higher, or perhaps deeper inside, speaks with such conviction that she’s shocked when the words come out of her mouth. “I want to be a warrior in a suit.”
“Excellent.” Nymeria hops up and pulls out her phone. “There's an Uber outside waiting to take us back to the office.”
“Now? But it’s 10 o’clock.”
“Rule number one, Brienne: warriors don't sleep. Now, off we go.” She nods toward the door. “And stand up straight when you meet Sarella. Warriors don't slouch, either.”
“Do me a favor,” Sarella Sand says, inspecting Jon’s appearance as the piss-scented elevator they’re riding descends. “Take your hair out of that ponytail.”
She’s surprised his brow can furrow any deeper than its default, but he manages; his gray eyes narrow with suspicion as he frees his wild mane of black, neck-length curls. “Why?”
“You need to look pretty for our Qohorik friends. Button up your coat, too.”
“You’re serious? You want me to look ‘pretty’ for a bunch of Qohorik mobsters?”
“If I wanted ‘scary,’ I would have called Obara,” she says, fluffing his hair. “No one will expect these luscious locks to take out a room full of people in the blink of an eye.”
Per usual, Jon Snow eyes her warily but does as she asks, buttoning his black pea coat and flipping up the collar. “It took the Old Lion long enough to come up with the money. You’d think he didn’t want his son back.”
“He’s not used to negotiating with people who threaten him. He’d rather drop a nuke on Qohor than pay a dollar.”
The elevator doors open into an underground garage. “You’re sure about this?” Jon asks before they step out.
Adjusting the belt on her off-white coat, she takes a deep breath and stares straight ahead. “Of course,” she answers. “But keep your trigger finger ready in case I’m wrong.”
There is no sound but the echo of Sarella’s stilettos as they march through the empty garage toward three men in black leather jackets.
“Good evening,” she chirps in perfect Qohorik. “I believe you have something that belongs to my client.”
The tallest of the three mobsters steps forward and speaks in the Common Tongue. “And you have the $8 million we requested?”
Jon tenses at her side.
“We agreed to $5 million.”
The mobster strokes his long, dark beard. “That was before we assessed your client’s considerable worth. If he shits gold, what is another $3 million? Say in… six hours? If this is challenging, we can start sending the package home in pieces. For incentive.”
Sarella puts a hand on Jon’s arm. Easy, she says without saying it. Steeling herself, she steps forward.
“Here are your options, Mr. Hoat. You could walk away from this deal. But you, Mr. Urswyck, and Mr. Utt will be placed on every no-fly list from Westeros to the Summer Isles in the next two hours. Your Pentoshi bank account, number 9-0-2-4-7-8, where you keep that 32 million dollar emergency fund could just…” Sarella snaps her fingers, “… disappear. You could receive a call that the Black Forest Nursing Home in Qohor has mysteriously burned to the ground, leaving your lovely mother—Mrs. Elda Hoat, I believe—dead before her time. Or you can take this $5 million, catch your flight to the motherland within the hour and be sleeping under warm goat furs before the sun goes down.”
The mobsters grew increasingly uncomfortable as she spoke, especially when she called each of them by name. They’re used to operating as a single faceless unit—The Bloody Mummers. Not flesh and blood men with names and loved ones.
An achingly slow moment crawls by.
She senses Jon’s readiness. He’ll draw and drop all three men with clean shots to the head before they pull their weapons. All she’ll have to do is drop, tuck, and wait out the noise.
Thankfully, that isn’t necessary.
Hoat nods and Urswyck pops the trunk of a black sedan parked behind them. A pair of long legs swing over the opening, struggling to find their purchase before landing on the concrete. “Walk,” Urswyck barks and the captive, abnormally gaunt with a potato sack covering his head, limps in Sarella and Jon’s direction.
Her face remains impassive, but she exhales gently through her nose. Next to her, Jon’s shoulders relax and he tosses a duffle bag of cash that Utt retrieves.
“Pleasure doing business, gentlemen,” Sarella says, nodding at the Bloody Mummers as they get in their vehicles.
“That stuff about the nursing home,” Jon asks. “Was that real?”
“The information, yes. The rest...” she replies. “… sounds like something Tywin would arrange.”
He wipes a hand over his bearded chin and shakes his head. “Fuckin’ hell, Sarella.”
“One more favor.” She looks at Jaime Lannister’s covered head and bound hands. “Free our friend from his confines? I have to call our client.”
“You’re pushing it.”
“You’ll get all the Bear Island Private Reserve Scotch and porcelain-skinned women your heart desires,” she teases. “And I’ll throw in some steaks for that wolf you call a dog.” She reaches for her phone while Jon lifts the potato sack and pulls a ball gag out of Jaime’s mouth. “Sarella Sand for Tywin Lannister,” she says into her phone. “Yes, please tell Mr. Lannister that the situation is handled. He can retrieve his package from my office.”
“Uh,” Jon calls ominously. “You might want to take a look at this.”
A shaggy, tired-eyed Jaime Lannister raises his right arm. “By ‘this,’” he says, his aristocratic tone coated with a thick layer of gravel as he waves what looks like a bandage-covered stump, “he means my missing hand.”
She expects the offices of Sphinx Consultants to look like the rest of corporate Oldtown—sterile and nauseatingly contemporary. Instead, Brienne walks into a remodeled brownstone with dark-stained hardwood floors. She follows Nymeria through the foyer into a long hall that breaks into three rooms: a lounge with a kitchenette and brown leather couches, Sarella Sand’s office, and a conference room where Brienne hears the hum of news coverage under what sounds like a lively conversation.
“Cool as a fuckin’ fan, she threatens the fucker with Reins of Castamere Part Two,” she hears in the thick accent of the North.
Unsure of what to do, she stands in the doorway while Nymeria shrugs off her coat and hangs it in a nearby closet.
“I come bearing fresh meat,” Nymeria announces, drawing the attention of the four people seated around a conference table littered with YiTish food cartons and chopsticks. Brienne recognizes one of them, Randyll Tarly’s son, from his brief time at the Military Academy before he transferred to the Citadel.
“Everyone, meet Brienne Tarth, daughter of High Councilman Selwyn Tarth and the newest member of the team. Brienne, meet everyone,” Nymeria gestures toward the table. “Our curly-haired pretty boy with the hot accent is Jon, resident ex-cop and investigator. The lovable teddy bear with the round cheeks is Sam, researcher, and hacker extraordinaire. The lady in leather with the permanent scowl is my dear sister, former special-ops Obara. And of course, you know our fearless leader...”
Sarella Sand, as poised as Brienne remembers from their brief introduction years ago, stands, a curious expression sweeping over her teak-toned face. “You’re slouching,” Sarella says. “You’re too tall to slouch.”
Right, Brienne thinks, adjusting her posture. “Thank you so much for the opportunity. It means the world to me that I—“
Sarella turns toward the 60-inch monitor showing the Prime Minister’s removal hearing. “Did my sister give you her speech about being a Warrior in a Suit?”
“That's why you sent me,” Nymeria sits at the table next to Jon. “I'm an excellent closer.” Motioning toward the TV, she asks “Have they started voting yet?”
Sarella shakes her head. “They’re still doing floor speeches.”
Sam looks up from his laptop. “Any chance he gets off?”
“I’ve seen Robert work political miracles,” Sarella says. “But all the charm in the world won’t out of this one. Not with those women lining up at Varys' doorstep with stories for the Daily Whisper.”
“You think Renly votes against removal?”
Obara reaches across the table for a carton of rice. “Not a chance. The Baratheon brothers don't give a shit about each other. It’s every Stag for himself.”
“Well,” Sarella says. “No better way to clean the dirt off of your name than marrying the Republic’s darling. Between Margaery and PM Olenna*, the Tyrells may as well be Targaryens.”
Nymeria looks around the table. “Hey. Where's the Golden Boy? I thought we picked him up tonight.”
“It’s...” Sarella pauses. “Complicated. He’s in the basement with Qyburn.”
At this, Nymeria sits up straight. “'Complicated' is an understatement if we called that creep. What the fuck happened? And does his father know?”
Until now, Brienne’s been so overwhelmed by her surroundings that the conversation flew over her head. But as she thinks about what she’s hearing… Reins of Castamere, Golden Boy, his father… “It can’t be,” she whispers.
She wants to run. To find a bathroom where she can take a deep breath, gather her thoughts, and mentally prepare for what she knows will come before the night ends. Then she hears Nymeria’s rant about her pathetic crush on Renly and wasting her potential. Was Jaime Lannister so different?
No, Brienne thinks. One more smirking pretty boy, distracting her from what she can accomplish, who she can be if she keeps her eye on the prize. A prize she didn’t even know she craved until she stood in that room watching one of the most brilliant women in Westerosi politics discuss pillars of the republic as if they were pawns on a Cyvasse board.
“Brienne,” Sarella calls to her. “Can you go downstairs and check on our guest?”
“Yes—” she has to stop herself from saying “ma’am,” despite how much this feels like her first day at boot camp. The day she met the man she’s about to see for the first time in years.
“Warrior in a suit,” she repeats to herself, walking toward the stairs that lead to the basement. “And he’s just another Ken doll.”
Yeah, a voice in her mind spits back at her. The Ken doll you fucked that one time.
“In a historic turn of events that should shock no one in the Republic, the People’s Council has voted 126 to 74 in favor of removing Prime Minister Robert Baratheon from office; finding him guilty of abuse of power and misappropriation of government funds. While the measure was expected to pass, several councilmen from the Southern coalition, including representatives from Golden Tooth and Ashemark, who pledged ‘no’ votes, joined the ‘yes’ side after a harrowing speech on the floor from Councilman Robb Stark of Winterfell.”
“You’re here late,” Sarella says from her desk, where her shoeless feet are propped up while she scrolls through her phone. “I thought you had plans with that blonde from your gym? Val, right?”
Plopping down on the couch in her office, Jon shrugs. “Change of plans.”
“I know she’s no silver-haired princess, but…”
He groans. “One time, I compliment a speech about ending slavery and you won't shut up about it. Maybe I’ll keep this popcorn and Dornish Red for myself.”
“More than once,” Sarella approaches the couch with two wine glasses. “But if you’re going to have a crush, you can’t go wrong with Princess Daenerys.”
Rolling his eyes, Jon changes the subject. “Your new girl is too innocent. You can see her heart bleeding in 'er eyes. Sure she’s cut out for it?”
“We need a little heart around here. You all are getting too cynical. Though something seemed off between her and Lannister. Did you notice?”
“I was too busy making sure his man Bronn didn’t steal anything on his way out.”
The two settle into silence as pundits across Westeros laud Robb Stark’s speech:
“Some of these lines were just incredible. This one, in particular: ‘Few people can attest more honestly to Prime Minister Baratheon’s greatness than I. My father served with him; named me in honor of his glorious feats. But we must let go of our attachment to the past to save the future of our great republic. That future cannot flourish in the face of lies, avarice, and corruption. My fellow Councilmen and women, that future can only be secured with Robert Baratheon’s removal from office.’ I mean, the hair on my arms is literally standing up. These are the kind of remarks that make political careers…”
“The fucker was made for TV.” Jon grabs a fistful of popcorn. “We just didn’t know it until you came along.”
“I was a hired gun. Wyman saw the potential and the district agreed,” Sarella sips her wine, eyes never leaving the screen. “Jon. Why are you here buttering me up when you could hook up with a hot blonde?”
He pulls out his phone and taps the screen. A photo of him and an auburn-haired, blue-eyed man flashes across it. “Because someone needs to talk to you.”
After three rings, a heavy Northern accent comes through the speakers. “Snow.”
“Stark,” Jon greets. “Hardly recognized your voice. I’m too used to seeing you on TV sounding like a proper southron cunt.”
“Says the man who left us to live with the proper southron cunts.”
“I’m sitting with a certain Dornishwoman who may take offense to that.”
“Sarella?”
“Yes, I’d like to speak with the rising star of the People’s Council. Can you put him on the line?”
“I’ll leave you to it,” Jon points at Sarella. “Don’t open any texts from Val. Matter fact, don’t open any texts at all.”
“Your cousin is afraid I’ll see one of his women’s nudes, Robb.”
“Making up for those years as a virgin in Winterfell, I see.”
Jon shakes his head. “I’ll be in the lounge.”
Sarella turns off the speaker and presses Jon’s phone to her ear. “Hi.”
After taking a deep breath, Robb replies. “Hi.”
“Good job tonight.”
“Your line edits made all the difference. Thanks again.”
“Theon’s turning into quite the speechwriter. Soon, you won’t need me.”
“I’ll always need you.”
She walks toward the window and sits, watching the stars twinkle over the dark waters of the Honeywine. “You wore the navy suit tonight. Smart.”
“It’s my lucky one. I’m sure you know why.”
Sarella is silent.
“Do you remember the first time I wore it? The debate at Wintertown?”
“How could I forget? It was the first time I thought we could actually win.”
“And after? When you peeled it off of me in the hotel room?”
Closing her eyes, she exhales. “Robb.”
“Gods,” his voice drops an octave. “You make me love the sound of my name.”
She bites her lip and considers her reply. It would be so easy to... “We’re not doing this tonight, Councilman. Definitely not doing it on Jon’s phone.”
She hears the smile in his voice before he speaks. “Where, Ms. Sand, would you like to do it?”
Sarella peers at the street below, watching an Uber pick up a woman from the neighboring front stoop. “I hired Selwyn Tarth’s daughter today. She was slaving away writing policy on Renly’s staff and we told her she’s wasting potential pining after a man she can’t have.” She pauses. “When are you proposing to Roslin?”
“Sarella…”
“You’re running for governor of the North or Prime Minister after Randyll Tarly’s interim ends. You need a wife and asked Jon to call so you could break the news, so… When?”
“Next week. I’m stumping for my Uncle Edmure in the Riverlands. It’ll be the day after his campaign event.”
“I’m sure Catelyn is thrilled.”
“Aye,” he snorts. “I’m starting to think she’s the one proposing. You know this thing is a mummer’s farce. We can still—”
“We could,” Sarella says. “But we won’t.”
“You weren’t some campaign fling, Sarella. It was more than—”
“—I know.” She nods as if he can see her. “Listen, I need to give Jon his phone. But… thank you.”
“For?”
“Making sure I heard this from you and not the Daily Whisper.”
“I wouldn’t have let that happen. We were... You deserve the dignity of hearing it from me.”
“The ever honorable Robb Stark,” she grins. “Goodnight, Councilman.”
“Call me back on your phone? It’s late. I… want to see you home safely.”
“What if Roslin—”
“I’ll handle it. Just call me back.”
Sarella doesn’t confirm or refuse before ending the call and staring out of the window. There’s a twitch in her nose and wetness pooling behind her eyelids when Jon’s phone buzzes in her hand. A text from “Val W.” with an eggplant emoji makes her laugh out loud.
Saved by one of Jon’s hot blondes, she thinks, blinking back her tears. She's a Warrior in a Suit, after all. And Warriors in Suits don’t cry.
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It's done.
Her Liquor’s Top Shelf by Helholden for Irenka - Chapter 125: Epilogue
Fandoms: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, Game of Thrones (TV)
Warnings: Mature, Major Character Death, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, F/M, M/M, Work in Progress
Relationship(s): Sandor Clegane/Sansa Stark, Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth, Arya Stark/Gendry Waters, Renly Baratheon/Loras Tyrell
Characters: Sansa Stark, Joffrey Baratheon, Sandor Clegane, Ned Stark, Catelyn Stark, Arya Stark, Robb Stark, Bran Stark, Rickon Stark, Jon Snow, Theon Greyjoy, Gendry Waters, Robert Baratheon, Cersei Lannister, Margaery Tyrell, Loras Tyrell, Jaime Lannister, Tyrion Lannister, Renly Baratheon, Brienne of Tarth, The Elder Brother (ASoIaF), Steffon Seaworth, Allard Seaworth, Asha Greyjoy, Petyr Baelish, Gregor Clegane, Ramsay Bolton, Davos Seaworth, Daenerys Targaryen, Arianne Martell, Oberyn Martell, Nymeria Sand, Sarella Sand, Barristan Selmy, Jorah Mormont, Edric Storm
Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Developing Relationship, Secret Relationship, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Organized Crime, Humor
Summary:
“Come on!” she urged him, a giddy undertone to her sweet voice.
Sandor unbuckled and joined her, shutting the door behind himself and watching as she raced through the white sand, laughing as she kicked it up. She jumped onto the first step and paused to look back at him.
“Are you coming?” Sansa hollered over to him.
Sandor couldn’t help it. He smiled back at her. “Yeah, I’m coming,” he drawled out, his feet trudging through the sand behind the footprints she had left in her wake. Sansa looked absolutely pleased with his response, and she turned away from him to hurry up the steps onto the landing, stopping at last and staring over the railing at the waves crashing onto the shore.
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In 15 days we're hosting the SAND SNAKES WEEK! From June 23rd to June 26th, we will be celebrating the Sand Snakes: Obara Sand, Nymeria Sand, Tyene Sand, Sarella Sand, Elia Sand, Obella Sand, Dorea Sand and Loreza Sand..
We accept all kinds of posts including gifsets, headcanons, graphics, fanart, meta, fanfictions, videos, incorrect quotes, etc. Please use #Sand Snakes Week and #dornesolstice in the tags as it will make it easier to find your posts. We have also created a fic collection on AO3 specifically for the event and we encourage you to use #Sand Snakes Week and #dornesoltice tag on your fanfics.
The prompts are as follows
Day 1: Family
Day 2: Symbolism
Day 3: Dorne
Day 4: Modern AU
We welcome everyone to join in and have fun.
#sand snakes#dornesolstice#house martell#asoiafedit#dorneedit#martelledit#valyriansource#asoiafwomensource#gotasoiafsource#dornesource#obara sand#nymeria sand#tyene sand#sarella sand#elia sand#dorea sand#obella sand#loreza sand#ours: posts#ours: gifs#a song of ice and fire
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You once said you want to write a fic where Aemond’s love interest will be from specified house and i think house Martell would be perfect. I mean they have olive skin (but I personally headcanon them as having black skin from spending lots of time displayed to sun rays) and they are just total opposite of Targs. They do not care about power that much, they put family first, they care about dornish smallfolk and dornish smallfolk loves them and is ready to fight wars for them, women from this house are taught how to fight (even Elia whose health was always poor was stated to fight as tigress against the Mountain), they are empowered as no other in Westeros, in other words just perfect partner for Aemond + I know you will write her as black in contrast to other writers who write Martells as white, I am really sick of it 🙄 of course I know right now you want to post about modern Aegon, it’s just my idea, I just know you would write it wonderfully because you are very talented 😍
Well first thank you, I appreciate you wanting to see that from me.
It’s funny you sent this bc long ago, like even pre writing fmo part 1, I had written a little bit of something that included an oc. She was Dornish on her mom’s side but her dad was from the summer isles. Sort of similar to how sarella sand was a bastard of oberyn and a summer islander ship captain. But my oc was noble born on both sides. It didn’t get anywhere bc I hit a wall at one point. But I’d love to do something with that oc again.
I’m also interested in maybe doing something about an oc/reader that is a courtesan from lys or braavos bc both of those places are known for their courtesans. I think a girlie coming in the objective of seducing whatever highborn noblemen will have her is kind of fun
I’ll definitely keep this in mind when I’m thinking about ideas 🫶🏽
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I haven’t used Photoshop in probably six years... let’s see how many more I make before my 7 day free trial runs out... this was so fun... gonna dump them all on my secret riverdale sideblog...
Arianne // Dany
Template is this one by @aqualvng!
#rhaenys martell targaryen#sarella sand#modern au#asoiaf#this is for my university au lol#asoifedit#valyrianscrolls
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THE SAND SNAKES
oberyn martell has a lot of daughters, and many of them have different mothers. the oldest of the lot are (l to r): nymeria, tyene, sarella, and obara. nymeria is beautiful, sensual, and outgoing. tyene is well-mannered and disarmingly sweet, but don’t let that fool you. she’s also incredibly cunning. sarella is brilliant and charming; she has an unquenchable thirst for knowledge, and enjoys curling up with a book more than anything else. obara is athletic, tough, outspoken, and ambitious.
the sisters have their similarities and their differences, but they love each other.
#nymeria sand#tyene sand#sarella sand#obara sand#ts4#asoiaf#got#game of thrones#oberyn martell#sims#sims 4#the sims 4#modern au#sand snakes#the sand snakes
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Your modern AU takes are amazing!! What are your thoughts on what the other Martells (Doran, Oberyn, Sand Snakes, Arianne, etc) would be like in modern times?
Thank you so much! I really enjoy modern AUs because theyre so much happier so i go a bit wild lol
Doran - some sort of big family company. I havent really thought about precisley what they do but I think Doran would probably be the majority shareholder and Arianne would work with him, probably on the board of directors. Or maybe as a corporate lawyer. Either way she is wearing very crisp business suits and looks great. Its a very lean in #girlboss job and I feel like Rhaenys affectionatley teases her over this.
Oberyn is just....not made for work. He’s uncategorize-able. I think he spends his time just travelling and helping out Doran when he needs him - probably in deals with overseas companies. Ellaria gets into vlogging though and they’ve got a pretty successful IG and youtube channel documenting their travels.
Obara - martial arts instructor. She is really strict with the kids she works with but they all love her.
Nymeria - Works in foreign relations in the government. I can see her specializing in diplomacy with Volantis because of her connections through her mothers family.
Tyene - Toxicologist! She gets a job where she gets to study poisons she’s living the dream. She’s working with Sarella and Sarella’s mum on research into conotoxins (neurotoxin found in sea snails - has some potential for theraputic uses in pain medicine)
Sarella - research scientist! Sarella is a chemist and she spends all her time in the lab synthesizing things. She’s doing her PhD currently and at family dinners her and Tyene totally get into very technical arguments while Obara and Nymeria are like ah yes....molecules.....
#this ask brought to you by medicinal chem my best subject#i love the idea of strict obara with all these kids who adore her#shes a big old sofite on the inside she remembers all their birthdays and gets cupcakes for all the kids#hyuksgirlelf#asks
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The Martell family’s jobs and brief facts in the modern world:
Doran: architect. Runs a low-key book review blog. Part-time youth worker.
Mellario: foreign embassy worker. Struggles with the long hours of her job, but powers through. Under pressure to convince Arianne to “tow the line” and stop speaking out on certain issues.
Elia: kindergarten teacher. Broke up with a certain silver-haired shithead, who harassed and tried to convince her to come back, claiming he wants to be “poly”. Wouldn’t stop until Oberyn and Obara paid him a visit. He hasn’t contacted her back since.
Oberyn: Mountain climber and explorer. Got into trouble in his youth and ran with a bad crowd, did some things he’s not proud of. Eventually met Ellaria and changed his life around for the better.
Arianne: Politician and activist fighting for universal healthcare and fair wages, and against institutional racism. Planning to run for president.
Quentyn: MA history student. Summoning the courage to run for Student president.
Ellaria: Mountain explorer with Oberyn. Often acts as the “safety first” of the two and gives Oberyn “the look” when he’s being reckless to get into that damn unexplored cave.
Trysten: still a kid
Tyene: Makes and sells her own herbal remedies. Big fan of new age religion. Huge hippie.
Nymeria: International spy, stopping bad guys who want to destroy the world. Never met a Lady she couldn’t seduce.
Sarella: Nym’s Q. Loves the chance to get out and kick physical ass when she can.
Obara: Women’s MMA world champion.
Elia Sand: following in Obara’s footsteps to be a top fighter or Boxer.
Ooh, these are all good!
I never thought of Doran being an architect before, always thought of him as a judge or politician or something, but it fits well. I feel like he and Mellario would both run the book review blog, I like to think that they have similar taste in stories and that's part of what drew them together ^^
Bold of you to think Mellario would ever think of kowtowing to the line herself, she's just not quite as loud about it.
Rhaegar would, the piece of shit. But hey, Elia can live her best life now! The kids all adore her so much, she's the best teacher ever and some of them probably cry when they have to say goodbye at the end of the year.
As for Oberyn, being an adventurer and mountain climber is fitting, as is Ellaria joining him. They probably chronicle their journeys on a blog or youtube or somewhere too! Though I'm not sure exactly how bad of a crowd he would run with. Mama Martell scary and she will scare her son out of bad life decisions if she has a chance.
Arianne for president please, she would be so good at it!
Please help poor Quentyn, he wants to do good but he's so anxious and shy :(
Eh, not sure if I'd say Tyene would be a hippie or big on new age religions. Never thought of her like that. I think she would stick close to Arianne and help her with her goals, but she would definitely have a herbal remedy business on the side, you're right.
Petition for a James Bond movie but it's just Nym and Sarella, please.
I can just imagine baby Lia toddling after Obara, begging her to teach her how to fight because she is the coolest. It is so adorable, my heart can't take it ;-;
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And now the rains weep o'er their walls... | Scandal Westeros
"What are you doing here?" Robb asks. "I'm supposed to meet with Wyman."
Sarella's alone at a table. Dressed in a high collar black jacket, hair falling in silken waves around her shoulders. Her nude-painted finger tips play with the bottom of a glass that he knows is Dornish Red. The Sandstone varietal, if they have it. The generic Dornish blend if they don't.
"Now, you're meeting with me."
And there's no hint of either accent in her voice. No warmth or familiarity. Just the lifeless tone she uses to slice opponents to the quick. Except he doesn't know what they're warring over.
She left him. Found someone new.
"That's not an explanation," Robb says. "What are you doing here?"
"Well." She takes a long gulp, killing the entire glass. Then pours another.
And the words that leave her mouth are a dagger through the gut.
"Your fiancée wants you to stop fucking your secretary. So—"
She pushes a stack of papers across the small round table.
"—now, you're meeting with me."
Scandal Westeros (Episode Seven) on AO3.
#sarella sand#robb stark#sarella sand x robb stark#modern sarella sand#modern robb stark#modern westeros#modern westeros au#modern asoiaf#modern asoiaf au#scandal westeros#modern dorne#dorneuniverse#dorne#house martell#sand snakes#sand snakes fanfic#the red wedding#ao3 fanfic#ao3 author#writeblr
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Finishing this as promised now that I am writing again. I feel bad. Pls don't kill me.
Her Liquor’s Top Shelf by Helholden for Irenka - Chapter 122: A Red Door
Fandoms: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, Game of Thrones (TV)
Warnings: Mature, Major Character Death, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, F/M, M/M, Work in Progress
Relationship(s): Sandor Clegane/Sansa Stark, Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth, Arya Stark/Gendry Waters, Renly Baratheon/Loras Tyrell
Characters: Sansa Stark, Joffrey Baratheon, Sandor Clegane, Ned Stark, Catelyn Stark, Arya Stark, Robb Stark, Bran Stark, Rickon Stark, Jon Snow, Theon Greyjoy, Gendry Waters, Robert Baratheon, Cersei Lannister, Margaery Tyrell, Loras Tyrell, Jaime Lannister, Tyrion Lannister, Renly Baratheon, Brienne of Tarth, The Elder Brother (ASoIaF), Steffon Seaworth, Allard Seaworth, Asha Greyjoy, Petyr Baelish, Gregor Clegane, Ramsay Bolton, Davos Seaworth, Daenerys Targaryen, Arianne Martell, Oberyn Martell, Nymeria Sand, Sarella Sand, Barristan Selmy, Jorah Mormont, Edric Storm
Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Developing Relationship, Secret Relationship, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Organized Crime, Humor
Chapter Summary:
It was as if a fire had taken a hold of the station. The night sky was alight with flashes of light in all different colors, exploding on the scene before the building. Jaime stepped out of the car immediately, staring slack-jawed at the flurry of activity coming and going in all directions. People were hollering. Camera bulbs flashed in blinding snaps. A barricade had been set up to offset the wave of reporters and vans, vehicles, and onlookers who had showed up. They all wanted to get inside, or they at least wanted information.
Jaime had no idea where to go first. Shutting the car door behind him, he made a beeline for the crowd of people gathering around the entrance past the front gates. There the crowd was the thickest, and officers were blocking the gateway into the station. He needed another route in. No one but authorized personnel were passing through this spot.
Every officer was either on duty or called in for whatever it was, so Jaime kept his head low in hopes no one would recognize him. Too much was going on to pay attention to one more face, he hoped. Besides, he used to work here. He knew all the ways in and out.
“It’s the arrest of the decade,” a woman reporter announced into her microphone as Jaime passed by. “The only daughter of the former political tycoon, Tywin Lannister, has been brought into custody. Cersei Lannister faces charges of conspiracy, fraud, money laundering, and more. Early reports are even saying she faces charges of conspiracy to commit kidnapping and murder. If convicted . . . ”
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wishlist of ideas, off the top of my head
- oberyn & willas tyrell: such an interesting friendship that i’d love to flesh out more. and lbr, i kinda ship it. (i’ve read too many fanfics, both canon timeline and modern.) but something just post-willas’ injury or a thread taking the form of the letters that they’ve sent back and forth to one another.
- ellaria & the four elder sand snakes: obara, nymeria, tyene, sarella : curious to see those relationships building when ellaria first becomes oberyn’s paramour, before she has any children of her own with him. testing each other out and growing closer now that they have a mother figure in their life.
- oberyn & cersei lannister: au where joanna lannister’s wish for their marriage to occur happens. and all the madness that would happen with this pairing, because jfc, can you imagine? cersei gets a bit more power, but also has to deal with oberyn’s more wild ways. the first four sand snakes already born and cersei dealing with bastards. potential for ellaria existing down the line, especially if cersei is the one to bring her into the relationship (i see you and taena cersei, i know you got urges.)
- ellaria & her father: harmen uller: i know, good luck to me for ever getting a harmen uller in the rp scene, but still. if it’s true that she was nearly a whore before becoming oberyn’s paramour, i wonder what their relationship is like? harmen doesn’t have any trueborn children, so she could be considered heir of hellholt, unless he refuses to recognize her. idk, potential for angst or family fluff.
- oberyn & ellaria & sansa stark: i’m so sad they never met. oberyn would totally see his sister in her, trapped princess in a hostile court that she is. and i could easily see an au where he imagines or ellaria points out that elia would be more interested in him saving a trapped woman than avenging her, and therefore looking to get her out of king’s landing. plus, ellaria would coddle the hell out of her after all she had been through.
- oberyn & ned stark: talking about robert, talking about ned’s anger over the way he laughed at rhaenys & aegon’s bodies, a reconciliation/good relationship build. happening either in king’s landing after ned is hand or even in dorne when he’s going to search for lyanna. i think they could be friends, and tbh, i owe a pair of neds starters and i might have this convo be one of them.
- ellaria & jon snow: i know, this one seems random. but basically, i want jon to grow up somewhere where bastards aren’t so frowned upon, with ellaria as an example of a respected one. perhaps oberyn arrives at the tower of joy before ned and takes jon back to sunspear with him? idk, but just, ellaria mothering another bastard. could also happen in later canon, where jon is king/with dany/something along those lines and goes to dorne to try and convince them to join their side or something, offering him a mother’s comfort after a northern childhood.
- oberyn & arya stark: i know, i have a lot of starks here. but basically, ned/cat finally agreeing to allow arya to pursue swordsmanship or sending her to dorne in search of a husband that might allow her more freedoms. and then just this relationship, training her with his daughters, assuring her that it’s perfectly normal and ladylike to want to know how to use a weapon.
-ellaria & oberyn: ! i’m down to play one into the other if there are any oberyns & ellarias out there. flesh out how their relationship started, fluff, smut, angst, all the good stuff.
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Oberyn Martell/Ellaria Sand, Elia Martell & Oberyn Martell, Doran Martell & Elia Martell
Characters: Elia Martell, Oberyn Martell, Doran Martell, Ellaria Sand, Rhaenys Targaryen, Aegon VI Targaryen, Arianne Martell, Tyene Sand, Sarella Sand, Daemon Sand, Stannis Baratheon, Tyrion Lannister
Additional Tags: Family, References to Abuse, very mild references but tagging to be safe, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Fluff
Series: Part 6 of ASOIAF Fics, Part 3 of Unrelated Elia Fics
Summary:
As a wedding approaches, Elia Martell knows peace. After everything, she's happy.
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I saw the love in your eyes
read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2NfpSY1
by saraBaratheon29
Bem eu estou com essa historia na cabeça a um tempo, então decidi escrever e ver no que vai dar.
"Bem para resumir eu namorava esse cara a dois anos e estávamos noivos, e iriamos nos casar ano que vem. Mas bem...sim, ele me traiu com uma garota que ele conheceu em um bar e decidiu que preferia ela a mim",
Words: 1080, Chapters: 1/?, Language: Português brasileiro
Fandoms: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, Game of Thrones (TV)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/M, Other
Characters: Roslin Frey, Oberyn Martell, Robb Stark, Jeyne Westerling, Arya Stark, Gendry Waters, Jon Snow, Ygritte (ASoIaF), Sansa Stark, Willas Tyrell, Meera Reed, Bran Stark, Shireen Baratheon, Rickon Stark, Catelyn Tully Stark, Ned Stark, Theon Greyjoy, Jeyne Poole, Robert Baratheon, Margaery Tyrell, Renly Baratheon, Loras Tyrell, Doran Martell, Obara Sand, Nymeria Sand, Tyene Sand, Sarella Sand
Relationships: Roslin Frey/Oberyn Martell, Roslin Frey/Robb Stark, Robb Stark/Jeyne Westerling, Arya Stark/Gendry Waters, Jon Snow/Ygritte, Sansa Stark/Willas Tyrell, Meera Reed/Bran Stark, Shireen Baratheon/Rickon Stark, Catelyn Stark/Ned Stark, Theon Greyjoy/Jeyne Poole
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Angst with a Happy Ending, Friendship, Friends to Lovers, Sex, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Jon Snow is a Stark, Jon Snow is Not a Targaryen, Robert Baratheon is a good father, Gendry Waters is a Baratheon, Betrayal, Pregnancy, Pregnant Sex, Robb is a little a asshole
read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2NfpSY1
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Veni, Vidi, Vici
…a Modern GOT discord rpg
Take a dip in the life of luxury - as the heirs to the richest families in high society lead you through the over priced, upper class lives of New York's finest. The wealthiest families engage in conflicts, betrayals, heartbreaks and reconciliations as their rivalries both in business and family come to a head. Welcome to New York's Upper East side where the wealthy and connected mingle at benefits and try to deal with their always dramatic love lives, not to mention living up to their families ridiculous standards.
Where they find love in the naughtiest of places - salvation in the most unexpected places and come into their own creating a legacy away from their wealthy families. In the world of the rich and privileged you’re always one step away from scandal - and even the richest of socialites can fall...
OC’s Welcome!
THE FAMILIES
THE LANNISTERS
Tywin Lannister
Cersei Lannister - @huricahne
Jaime Lannister - @cxncavescream
Tyrion Lanniser
Lancel Lannister
THE STARKS
Eddard Stark
Benjen Stark
Lyanna Stark
Robb Stark
Sansa Stark - @astormofagirl
Arya Stark - @hurricaneher
Bran Stark
Rickon Stark
THE TARGARYENS
Rhaegar Targaryen
Daenerys Targaryen
Viserys Targaryen
Jon Targaryen - @cxncavescream
Rhaenys Targaryen
Aegon Targaryen
THE TARTHS
Brienne Tarth - @hurricaneher
THE BARATHEON
Robert Baratheon
Stannis Baratheon
Renly Baratheon
Gendry Baratheon
Joffrey Baratheon
Myrcella Baratheon
THE GREYJOYS
Yara Greyjoy
Theon Greyjoy
Euron Greyjoy
THE BOLTONS
Roose Bolton
Ramsay Bolton
Walda Bolton
THE TULLY'S
Catelyn Tully
Edmure Tully
Lysa Tully
THE TYRELLS
Margaery Tyrell
Willas Tyrell
Olenna Redwyne
Loras Tyrell
Garlan Tyrell
THE MARTELLS & SANDS
Doran Martell
Trystane Martell
Elia Martell
Oberyn Martell
Ellaria Sand
Arianne Martell
Quentyn Martell
Obara Sand
Nymeria Sand
Tyene Sand
Sarella Sand
THE MORMONT
Jeor Mormont
Jorah Mormont
Lyanna Mormont
#game of thrones rp#got rp#gotrp#game of thrones#modern verse#( Group Verse )#Starks#Targaryes#Martells#Lannisters#Baratheons#Greyjoys#Mormonts#Tyrells#Sands#Boltons
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Chapters: 121/126
Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, Game of Thrones (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Major Character Death, Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Sandor Clegane/Sansa Stark, Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth, Arya Stark/Gendry Waters, Renly Baratheon/Loras Tyrell
Characters: Sansa Stark, Joffrey Baratheon, Sandor Clegane, Ned Stark, Catelyn Stark, Arya Stark, Robb Stark, Bran Stark, Rickon Stark, Jon Snow, Theon Greyjoy, Gendry Waters, Robert Baratheon, Cersei Lannister, Margaery Tyrell, Loras Tyrell, Jaime Lannister, Tyrion Lannister, Renly Baratheon, Brienne of Tarth, The Elder Brother (ASoIaF), Steffon Seaworth, Allard Seaworth, Asha Greyjoy, Petyr Baelish, Gregor Clegane, Ramsay Bolton, Davos Seaworth, Daenerys Targaryen, Arianne Martell, Oberyn Martell, Nymeria Sand, Sarella Sand, Barristan Selmy, Jorah Mormont, Edric Storm
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Developing Relationship, Secret Relationship, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Organized Crime, Humor
Summary:
Sansa Stark has had an easy life as a normal teenager until she gets embroiled in the life of Sandor Clegane, a man who seemingly has a simple life himself of owning and running a bar. Clegane has a dark past, though, and he owes debts. When his old boss comes calling on those debts, Sandor can’t say no. Under the guise of being a nightclub owner, Renly Baratheon runs half of the city against the likes of the corrupt politician, Tywin Lannister. The balance of power is shifting, though. Jaime Lannister, who has broken the law under his badge, turns his eyes onto Sandor. Meanwhile, Renly turns his eyes onto Jaime and the entire Lannister family. What results is a war unleashed onto the very streets of Kingsland, pulling Sansa’s own family into its clutches and changing their lives forever—and no one more than herself and her sister, Arya Stark.
Modern AU set in the city of Kingsland. Features Rebellious teen!Sansa, Bartender!Sandor, Wild child!Arya, Mechanic!Gendry, Cop!Jaime, Cop!Brienne, Rookie!Loras, Club owner!Renly, and more.
OMG! I”M SOOO HAPPY!!!!! :D
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@verecunda tagged me in this a while back, and it completely slipped my mind until I saw it half-done in my notes, oops—sorry it took so long! Also, this got wordier than intended, probably because that always happens when I’m avoiding doing actual work. Oh well.
If any of you feel like ranting about your fave female characters, here’s an excuse to do so--though no pressure, of course. Tagging @zonesthesia, @bioticplaneswalker, @joyseeker6, @moonhairedgirl, @yousef-the-uber-driver, @northernpansy, @tresjoly, @xxchimericalxx, @arthoure, @mrmissmrsrandom, @gascon-en-exil, @amorremanet and anyone else reading this who feels like it!
Rules: Rules: Write your ten favourite female characters from ten different fandoms and tag ten different people.
1. Fire Emblem—Sonya
This ended up being a close tie between Sonya and Jill, but I gave this one to Sonya since I’ve actually finished her game. Sonya is amazing. A non-lord character with a connection to the villains always brings them up a notch in my estimation and it’s a damn shame she never got more than one boss conversation with her father—and none with her sisters! Her ending was initially aggravating, but I like to go with the common theory that since Duma is no longer around, talk of her becoming a witch was just hearsay. Her support with Genny is brilliant. She manages to be confident and alluring without turning into a caricature, unlike certain other unfortunate characters throughout the—mostly recent—games. And since she’s from a less popular game, she’s hardly as likely to get completely flanderised in spinoffs. Why on Earth would you ever pick Deen?
Honourable mentions: Celica (FE2/15), Lyn (FE7), Jill Fizzart (FE9/10). This isn’t counting games I’ve not actively played, though there are certain FE4 and FE10 characters who might have ended up in the mentions if I had, given what I know about them.
2. Persona—Yukino Mayuzumi
I actually wasn’t expecting to put Yukino here when I was first trying to figure out who my favourite female character from Persona was. I knew it would likely be a P2 character, since that is my favourite game in the series thus far, but then I realised how much I’ve been missing Yukino in particular while playing Eternal Punishment. The Empress arcana really does fit her: she’s a combination of tough-as-nails and motherly, and a cool older figure for the team to look up to. I especially love how she transfers the chance Saeko gave her to reform during her yankī days to Anna, years later. And that’s not even going into the revelations from her Shadow: she’s torn between two career paths, not feeling good enough to achieve either. And she gives up her Persona for Jun! That takes some serious selflessness.
Honourable mentions: Maki Sonomura (P1/2), Maya Amano (P2), Naoto Shirogane (P4), Labrys (Arena)
3. Ace Attorney—Ema Skye
This came closer than any other entry on the list, both Mia and Franziska initially taking this spot before I eventually settled on Ema. She was an interesting enough character as a kid, her peppiness and the science-obsession gimmick quickly giving way to a more complex characterisation, especially once her full involvement in SL-9 was revealed. However, the science-gimmick paid off wonderfully in AJ:AA when we see how she’s transformed into a jaded, bitter detective, her dreams of becoming a scientist crushed because she didn’t pass the exams she needed to get a career in forensics. When SOJ rolled around and she’d actually managed to get into the field, it felt earned, way more than if we’d met her SOJ self in AJ:AA.
Honourable mentions: Franziska von Karma, Mia Fey
4. Zero Escape—Lotus
Of all the characters who didn’t make it into the sequels which followed on from the original game, Lotus—along with Santa, who I’ll admit has more story-based reasons to return—is the one I miss most. She loves her daughters, fiercely enough to relentlessly investigate their kidnapping by herself for years when the police were of no use, and on top of all that, she’s a genius programmer. The moment I actively started loving Lotus was when she, clearly scared but putting on a brave face, volunteered to go in the electric chair in the torture chamber. It made you realise she genuinely is utilitarian, rather than just being out for her own survival; she’s clearly self-interested, but not completely selfish. I’m just gonna quote Uchikoshi himself: “She may seem selfish and cold, but she’s actually the most rational and sensible out of all of them. She has the intellectual ability to make very logical decisions.” She’s just the best.
Honourable mentions: Akane Kurashiki, Diana
5. Avatar—Azula
I know there are people who follow me still watching Avatar, so I’ll try and keep this as spoiler-free as I can in case they end up skimming some of this accidentally. (Though I’d definitely not recommend anyone who wants to remain completely unspoiled reads this entry on the list.)
But anyway—“Do the tides command this ship?”
The Fire Nation royal family just provides all the best characters in the series. Zuko is definitely my male fave, while his sister takes the female spot. Source of both the vast majority of best lines in the show, as well as the most Machiavellian of villainy, Azula is just awesome to watch in action, whether it be in the political, martial or personal sphere. The odd dynamic she has with Zuko is my favourite in the series, managing to be outright antagonistic, while at some moments offering the glimmer of a genuine, if warped almost beyond recognition, sibling bond. There are even more poignant moments where we’re reminded of her actual age and how her family circumstances have shaped her into what she is. She’s a complex villain, one of the best this, or any other series, has to offer.
Honourable mentions: Kuvira, Katara, Toph Beifong
6. A Song of Ice and Fire—Sarella Sand
Okay, if we’re doing a female character list, I kinda have to give the original Dornish Sphinx herself a spot on the list. Not much page space has been devoted to her as of the current date, considering our only consistent POV character in Oldtown just arrived. I’m looking forward to what she and Archmaester Marwyn get up to once GRRM finishes TWOW. The least war-hungry of the Sand Snakes, she’s not even been introduced on page as herself yet. Instead, we know her as “Alleras”, a pleasant young Dornishman of sharp intellect studying at the Citadel.
Honourable mentions: Asha Greyjoy, Sansa Stark, Arianne Martell
7. DCU—Selina Kyle
Is there any Bat-work, canon or fanon, that isn’t instantly made a dozen times better by Selina swooping in? (Okay, there are a couple of duds, but usually she’s a delightful presence.) One of DC’s best anti-hero/anti-villains.
Honourable mentions: Renée Montoya, Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown
8. Danganronpa—Kyōko Kirigiri
The original Ultimate Detective herself. Cool, poised and collected, she certainly makes for a more convincing detective character than certain other later characters from the series, though Shuichi does try his best.
Honourable mentions: Kaede Akamatsu, Junko Enoshima, Chiaki Nanami
9. Doctor Who—Martha Jones
I’m scraping the barrel a little for fandoms, considering I don’t even watch the show anymore, but Martha is my favourite of all companions. I never wanted her to get with the Doctor, of course, but I appreciated how her unrequited feelings for him didn’t swallow up her entire character. She’s courageous, smart and leaves the TARDIS on her own accord, which is refreshing.
10. Arthuriana—Morgan le Fay
This is a tricky one, since Arthuriana is more a literary tradition than a fandom per se. The characters which belong to it don’t technically ever stick to one characterisation, personality or role—everyone has their own interpretation, or even several different ones. That said—yes, my favourite is Morgan, how original of me, I know. Viviane runs her competition, but since she’s all over the place—quite literally, becoming or amalgamating several different characters at once—Morgan wins. There’s a reason she’s overused in modern adaptions, though, and it’s because she’s amazing. I mean, she even got a geographical phenomenon named after her and in some traditions, she lives in a goddamn volcano. She’s at her best as Queen of Rheged, though, casually trying to murder her husband, or Guinevere, or teaching a lesson to whichever knight of the week volunteers for her obvious trap. Just never mention that modern book she’s most known for around me unless you want me to angry-cry. Also, she’s not Morgause. Let Morgause be her own character, modern media, please.
Honourable mentions: Viviane, Lynette, Ragnell
#ask meme#long post#now that i reread the rules i think i only had to put down their names oops#oh well
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