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witchthewriter · 9 months

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𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏 𝑫𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚

𝐑𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐥

Not a bonded mount, but ridden once or twice by Jon Snow (a secret Targaryen). The only of Dany's three dragons to be unridden was Viserion.

Rhaegal was the secondborn hatchling from the clutch, and he kept the middle child energy throughout his life. Not as aggressive as his older brother, Drogon, and not as affectionate as Viserion. Rhaegal wasn't sure where his personality stood as either brother seemed to gobble up their roles completely.

Much like all the other dragons, Rhaegal too was trained in vocal commands in High Valyrian. Notably, "Dracarys," to which Rhaegal responds without question and by instantly breathing fire and burning anything in his path.

Another notable aspect of Rhaegal's personality is his care for Viserion. For example, it's mostly he and Viserion, especially when Drogon is away and they have time to themselves. And when the Night King speared Viserion, Rhaegal attempted to rescue his fallen brother.

Although Dany is called, 'the Mother of Dragons,' it has been rumoured that Dreamfyre (original rider was Rhaena, second rider was Helaena) laid a clutch of eggs, which were stolen before the events of the Dance of Dragons. Those eggs have seeminly been thought of as Drogon, Rhaegal and Viserion. However, nothing has been confirmed. The reproductive and sexual organs of any dragon can change, so it might have been any dragon alive and of that age.

With the look of Rhaegal, he and his two brothers have the same build. A very similar one to Dreamfyre, Seasmoke and Meleys. Most of Rhaegal's scales are emerald green, with a few bronze scales on the underside of his neck and tail. His frills and wings are yellow-orange colored, becoming a darker green near the wing-bones. His eyes are orange in colour.

It is difficult to say his fate, since the show and the book have gone in two very different directions.

gif credit: @ben--solos,

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kiscon · 2 years

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KiSCon 2022 Newsletter #3

Save the dates:

KiScon 2022 (entirely online): 4-6 November

Deadline for zine submissions: 1 August Deadline for program booklet submissions: 1 October Deadline for goodie bag submissions: 1 October Deadline for vidshow submissions: 10 October Deadline for cake contest submissions: 1 November

Second KiScord Pub Night: 11 June, 5:00 p.m. EDT

Dear K/S friends,

Greetings! We're back with our third progress report! 1. Memberships: Let's start with some statistics: So far, 46 people have registered for KiScon 2022 and we can't wait to meet them all! There are 13 additional fans who have joined Conline but not yet followed through with the registration process and payment. Which is all good as there is still plenty of time until the convention, but we would like to remind you: Registration on Conline is a 2-step process: 1) click “Join” to enter the KiScon area on Conline, then 2) click “Registration” to sign up for our 2022 convention. For a detailed explanation with screenshots, you can download this handy How-To (pdf). Just joining Conline and/or Discord without properly registering for KiScon will not get you a membership! If you are unsure whether you are already registered, please check your status on Conline: When you go to the Conline homepage and log in, then click on your name (upper right corner of the screen) and pick "Dashboard" from the drop-down menu, you should see KiScon listed among the conventions you are registered for. Of course, you can always check back with us if you feel unsure whether the registration or payment went through correctly.

Let us emphasise again that we recommend the use of a fannish name for your Conline profile, ideally your badge name (if you usually put both your real name and your fannish name on convention badges, only use the fannish part). We have also prepared a detailed guide for setting up or editing your Conline profile.

The concom is currently in the process of going through the list of members and contacting those with incomplete sign-ups or unclear usernames.

We are very happy to help you if you have questions or encounter problems. We want to make this experience of a virtual KiScon as pleasant and smooth as possible for you. Our tech expert 1lostone is happy to help you: 1lostone @ kiscon . org

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To make the process of joining our "KiScord" a bit easier, we have created a detailed walkthrough with screenshots. You can download the pdf from our website. This document explains to you all the steps of creating a Discord account and joining the KiScon server.

Please note that Discord is an important tool in preparation for and during the convention weekend; we highly recommend familiarising yourself with it before the con, so that you can enjoy the discussions and activities in a smooth and relaxed way.

A great way to get to know Discord and its functions better, is to take part in one of our Pub Nights that we regularly host.

Our next Pub Night is on Saturday, June 11th, at 5:00 p.m. EDT (what time is that for me?) Games! Fun! Fic! Frolicking! Silliness! You have to bring your own Romulan Ale, though. 3. Pub Night Fic Recs During the last Pub Night we played the alphabet game, and that resulted in a lovely list of K/S fic recs. “A Gentle Nudge” by Rhaegal “Acquisition” by CateAdams “Blame the Wind” by Elise Madrid “Blood Fever” by T'Lara “Ctrl Alt Delete” by screamlet “Carnival” by jesmihr “Desideratum” by what_alchemy “Debt of Honor” by Brianna Falken “Eye Bleach” by Beedlebarg “Extra Oil, Light Butter, and Whipped Cream on the Side” by Alexis Fegan Black (not online, see Fanlore article) “The Friend” by Simone Allen “Fighting Gravity” by pantswarrior “Gentleman Alone” by DeeGilles “Glass Slippers Are Illogical” by CMM “Heart’s Survival (Rishan D’Kahf-spol)” by 1lostone “Inside the River” by yeaka “Idol” by J S Cavalcante “Just a Kiss” by Jenna Hilary Sinclair “Kaiidth” by TGuess “Legally Friends” by Weirdlittlestories “The Lotus Eaters” by aldora89 “Leave No Soul Behind” by whochick (this fic has a fanvid trailer by Paper Tiger) BONUS: OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH song rec: Ewan MacColl – The Handsome Cabin Boy A big thank-you to Kiona for compiling the list! 1lostone has also put it into a Google Doc for easier sharing. 4. KiScon Programming:

We have been collecting ideas and suggestions for panels and activities since before the first announcement of KiScon 2022, and we will send out the traditional survey at the end of August to gauge interests (would attend / would moderate or present) and tailor the program to our members' tastes and wishes. If you have topics you burn to see and discuss at the con – whether you want to actively present/moderate them, or just hope someone else will – please throw them into our direction: conchairs @ kiscon . org or via Discord. If you have a specific panel or activity in mind that you would like to claim as presenter/host at KiScon, e.g. a writing workshop, a game, a 101 on digital art, etc., please let us know too. 5. Cake:

A beautiful K/S-themed cake has long been a staple of KiScon throughout the years. We would like to carry on with this tradition even in the digital setting and invite everyone to take part in our cake contest. While we won't be able to taste the sweet creations, we'll be able to enjoy them in a visual way. Be it a big cake with buttercream drawings, or adorned with marzipan figures or peens, be it a K/S action figure variation of the infamous Barbie cake, or be it cake's little cousin, the cupcake, go wild and surprise us! We will present the creations in a virtual gallery (recipes/explanations of symbolism etc. and – of course – photos) and KiScon attendees will vote for their favourites. Photo toppers are allowed, but we ask you not to use other people's fanart without asking the artist first. You can create your K/S (cup)cake anytime before the con, but we need to have your recipe/photos submission no later than November 1st, 2022. 6. Where to find information & announcements: Official website KiScon Discord server Tumblr blog Twitter Conline Facebook Group Dreamwidth 7. Last but not least, an advance notice: Kirk/Spock Advent Calendar 2022 Advent Calendar, you say? It is June! It is only June, but as we all know: time flies, and this fannish event will have a long creation period. Originally established by kira-nerys in 2002, and hosted and moderated by different fans over the years (among them Amanda and arminaa, both KiScon veterans), this beloved K/S event will return this year. Brought to you by the mods of K/S Spring Fever, the fest takes place throughout the month of December. Please stay tuned for a more detailed announcement with all the links soon! In the meantime, we are happy to share the schedule: Sign-ups and prompt posts: September 1 - 30 Prompt claims and creation period: September 1 - November 20 Works due: November 20 Works revealed (gradually): Dec 1 - 31 The time for all these steps is: 11:59 PM UTC. We've marked those dates in our calendars, and hope many other fans will join in the fun. Yours in K/S,

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highgaarden · 4 years

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a lover’s concerto; game of thrones au. written for @klaroline-events‘ kc june bingo: ROYALS.

He shouldn’t be sitting so close, really, seeing as they were only just betrothed – and Caroline really wanted him to push his chair a bit further, but she had been told that you don’t tell a Targaryen what to do, much less the Mad King himself.

“Are you always so improper? Back it up, Dragon Boy,” said Caroline, who had never liked being told what to do.

Highgarden was a madness of wine and song. Enzo was trying not to vomit across the table whilst Damon was passed out underneath it. Loras was busy regaling a very drunk Malachai about that one time he accidentally set half their gardens on fire. Margaery was giggling, leaning heavily into Bonnie, who looked like even she was enjoying all the commotion around her.

It was strange that the everyone would have so much cause for celebration considering – everything – but… there you have it. Maybe she’d enjoy the party better if she wasn’t sitting at the head of the table, so far away from her friends.

“You’re sulking, Princess,” Klaus pointed out from behind the rim of his goblet.

“I don’t sulk,” she said, sulkily.

“Would it make you feel better,” he said, “if I named one of my dragons after you?”

“It would not,” she said primly, but Klaus hardly missed the little flare of curiosity in her eyes.

“Qeldlie, I think I’ll name her,” Klaus decided. “It means golden. After your hair.”

Caroline, who had not yet started to learn High Valyrian, had to take his word for it. “A dragon in the Reach. Who would have thought?”

“These fertile lands suit them, it would seem,” Klaus said. He tipped his goblet at her. “Here’s to us Growing Strong.”

She tipped her own goblet back at him. “With Fire and Blood.”

—

The day the Targaryens came to Highgarden was quite a thing to behold.

Niklaus the Mad came swooping in on his dragon Viserion, whilst his sister Rebekah was on Drogon, and his brother Elijah was on Rhaegal, just like the stories they always hear about.

Katherine, a good handmaiden and a very bad flirt, was fanning her cheeks. Caroline wanted to snort. Who the hell did they think they were, rolling up into her lands with their bigass envoy and their stupid sunglasses?

“It’s not that hot here,” she grumbled. “No, Elena, do not wave!”

—

William had decided that to remain in his seat as one of the most ancient houses in the Kingdom, declaring friendship wasn’t enough when Klaus, apparently bored one day, wanted to liberate Westeros.

As if being an era ahead of them in technology made Dragonstone the ballers of the Seven Kingdoms. Klaus certainly thought so.

He was in William’s audience chamber when Caroline stomped in, huffing, and Klaus had tilted his head at her.

“Princess of the Summer courts,” he greeted.

“Your Grace,” she managed as graciously as she could, and sunk into a curtsy. “What brings you here?”

Klaus didn’t answer her. Instead he turned to William. “My Lord, your daughter speaks out of turn.”

“I—” blustered her father, turning a magnificent shade of magenta.

“I like it,” Klaus said. “So, have you heard? I am in search of a wife.”

“No, Your Grace - I hadn’t heard,” William said, the cogs already turning in his head.

Caroline’s barely had time to think whether this was a good opportunity to faint before Klaus has his lips on her knuckles.

—

Rebekah took to her at once, not because she was a lady as equal in beauty and stature as herself, but because she was someone to talk to that wasn’t one of her brothers.

“You’re lucky you’re an only child,” the Princess of Dragonstone confided one afternoon whilst they were practicing their stitching. She peeked at Caroline’s work – a pull of the needle here, a little thread there, and a flower bloomed to life in her hands – and looks approving. “You wouldn’t believe it, but brothers! They take ages getting ready.”

“You don’t say,” Caroline mumbled. There was already a ring on her finger, one of promise, and apparently there were two more to come before she and Klaus were finally to marry. She was disgruntled not at the fact that he had crafted her a ring so soon but more the fact that she didn’t hate it. She’d expected a big rock, and yes, it did come with that, but it was also surprisingly tasteful.

And it suited her very much, as if the gifter had taken exceptional notice of her hands.

—

He wasn’t bad company, she supposed. Things could be worse. According to Katherine things almost had been worse – apparently her father had considered a proposal from Winterfell.

Sure, the Starks were cool and all with their Direwolves, but she still hadn’t forgotten the time in Year 10 when Tyler, having invited Caroline over during one of those tedious Royal Exchange Programmes to experience court life in the asscrack of winter, had warged into his Direwolf in an attempt to impress her and had shed all over her favourite dress.

“Do you like dragons?” Klaus asked over breakfast. It was just the two of them since everyone else was still nursing their epic hangovers from last night’s wedding announcement celebrations.

She chewed thoughtfully on her lemon cake and swallowed before answering. “I do,” she said. “But I’m not talking to you until you tell me why you chose me.”

“I fancy you,” Klaus said.

She looked at him sharply.

“Is that so hard to believe?” he asked, sipping his coffee.

“Yes.”

The look he shot her was incredulous. “I see beyond your petals, you know. That you’re beautiful is a given – that you are strong, I have no doubt, considering your House words. But you are also full of light. A maiden fair as summer, with sunlight in her hair.”

Caroline frowned down at her tea and fought down a blush.

“If we finish up quickly, I’ll take you to see Qeldlie,” he said.

Caroline blinked at him. “Did you really name a dragon after me?”

“Of course.” He ducks his head. “It is not something I do often, mind you.”

She looked at him from behind the rim of her teacup. “I know.”

“Do you now?” Klaus asked with a tilt of his lips. He hesitated for a moment. “Dragons, they’re the opposite of humans.”

“How so?”

“They’re loyal,” he said simply.

“To a point, I’ve heard,” Caroline said.

“That’s true,” Klaus conceded. “If you treat them well. With the deference they deserve – but not so much that they can sense weakness. You must command them – and I saw that in you. You would have a dragon bend its knee to you, Princess.”

Caroline didn’t quite know what to say to that. She put down her teacup, and for the first time looked him in the eye. “Take me to see her.”

—

She was a magnificent creature, creamy white with gold markings, flapping her great wings and snorting hot air onto her cheeks. She stared up at it, wide-eyed with wonder, her heart in her throat as she took in its size. When Qeldlie spread her wings it spanned almost the length of her entire private garden.

“Golden,” Klaus murmured and tugged on one of her curls. “She’s a youngin, still, but under your care she will flourish. Have your other teenage lovers ever accorded you so magnoliously?”

“This isn’t a competition, Your Grace,” Caroline rolled her eyes. Qeldlie butted his hand out of the way to nuzzle into her cheeks, startling her with its sudden proximity.

“Klaus,” he corrected. “And I know it isn’t. They couldn’t possibly compare.”

“You’re assuming I’ve been courted aplenty,” she said, reaching a tentative hand towards Qeldlie before pulling it back. “I don’t think having a profile on RoyalMatch.com counts.”

“Have a word with your team about taking that down, will you?” Klaus started to scowl, before realising she was kidding. He returned her smile slowly, like he was out of practice or something.

“Like this, Klaus,” she almost chastised. She cleared her throat once and turned to face him fully and turned on him the famed Tyrell charm, the beguiling femininity of a rose.

Klaus studied her. “I don’t care much for pretence, sweetheart. I’d much rather you show me your thorns.”

Insistently Qeldlie returned her snout to her neck, and she yelped at the sudden heat.

“ȳdra daor!” Klaus commanded in his native tongue, batting the dragon out of the way. “Keligon bona.”

She recognized those words of reprimand at least – she really should had paid more attention in class. But how was fifteen-year-old Caroline to know she’d end up marrying a Targaryen, a House so ancient they were almost myth? Ironic, innit? twenty-year-old Caroline thought.

“Qeldlie,” she said slowly, and the dragon rears back and lopes gently behind her, growling something she can’t understand yet but hopes to one day.

Wait, hold up.

Was this dragon—

Was this dragon pushing her into Klaus?

“I hope it’s true about Targaryens being immune to fire,” she muttered when it’s clear the high heat in her cheeks can’t be politely ignored. Klaus laughed and buried his nose in her hair, breathing deeply.

“I’m immune to many things, love,” he said softly. “Apparently not to you though.”

She pulled out of his embrace and made a face at him – and he shrugged, like he couldn’t help himself.

#kcbingo2020 #klaroline #klaus x caroline #klaroline fanfiction #so... i... well *shrugs*#hannah writes things #hannah does kc bingo #mine #*tvd #aas usual i posted all of this up last night at 3am without reading it through first #and then had a field day with edits #i apparently also forgot the READ MORE button exists #hmmmmmmmmm

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nomnomzombies · 5 years

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8x06: Identity and Sigils, The Three Eyed Raven and King Bran

**this disappeared somehow in editing. idk what’s happening guys. i don’t really know how to use Tumblr. so if you saved this and it’s different for the third time I’m so sorry**

This is in response to @dr-doomsduck ‘s post

I noticed the Raven sigil and I’m honestly not sure exactly how I feel about it. On one hand, there’s all of the pride for Bran, and this feeling of coming into his own. However, when you look at the surviving Starklings, their journey has been a process of identity conflict and reclamation, but Bran adopting the Raven sigil breaks the trend of the other Stark children. Jon and Bran are the most similar in their mentor-apprentice relationships as both of them embraced their mentors’ teachings as opposed to Arya and Sansa, who modified the “curriculum” to adhere to Stark morals and teachings.

When you look at the whole brood, when they’re ultimately faced with the decision of cloaking or adopting another sigil (as a form of concealment or denial), every single one of them has picked Stark. The only exception would be Theon (who is an honorary Starkling), but even though he donned his Kraken and fought alongside his sister, he still died for the Wolves.

Jon, who was trained by a Bear (and adopted those teachings and integrated them into his Stark-ness), was put into the position of refuting the Wolf sigil only once (although his time with the Wildlings put him in crisis in terms of his Night’s Watch oath, it never required him to strip himself of his Stark identity). I’ve discussed before how the death of Rhaegal indicated his inability to adopt a Targaryen identity, but the other part of it is his process of being susceptible to Targ indoctrination via Dany. There was a brief opportunity for Jon to be vulnerable enough to be sucked into the “fire and blood” teachings, but ultimately it just wasn’t there. He refuted Dany as a potential “mentor” for fostering the Targaryen identity, and thus there was no hope of the Dragon developing within Jon.

When Sansa was in King’s Landing, her colour changed to mauve (the melding of Lannister crimson and the blue tones of the North) and the lion began to appear in her costume decisions. Although the lion overtook the wolf in terms of visible sigils, her Northern roots never disappeared, but rather integrated into her Southern influence for strategic cloaking. When she left King’s Landing, Sansa’s clothes began to mimic Littlefinger’s in terms of colouring and cut--her infamous “Dark Sansa” dress integrated feathers into the decor, as Littlefinger’s sigil is the mockingbird. When she escapes Ramsay’s captivity, her dress is grey, and her cloak is unassuming. It’s not until she rides south with Jon to rally the northern houses that she completely reclaims the Stark fashion, and we finally see her don the Direwolf for the first time in the series. (Season 6)

As Arya is in the Riverlands, after escaping King’s Landing in season 1, she’s completely stripped of her Stark and highborn identity. In Braavos, she’s forced to abandon all things Arya Stark, but she can’t part with Needle. She dons the clothing of the House of Black and white and begins her training. In the end, though, she refutes the teachings of her mentor. When given the opportunity to become “no one,” Arya tells Jaqen to fuck right off--”A girl is Arya Stark.” Bran, on the other hand, completely adopts all teachings from the Three Eyed Raven.

This whole thing may seem moot, because I’m ultimately arriving to the point which the character himself has been pushing onto us for the last two seasons and Meera confirmed in season 7–“You died in that cave.” Bran has been saying, “I’m not Bran Stark anymore.”

Some theorists say that Bran has become a vessel for Bloodraven—but book readers know that the “three eyed raven” (at face value) is much closer to a collective conscience. The parallel that I’ve drawn for people in the past is much like an AI, where the singular conscience becomes a node in the collective once it’s integrated into the “system” aka Weirwood net (or, weirwood.net). Bran Stark the individual disappeared once he uploaded to the collective.

This is why I’m having a very hard time being happy for “Bran”—and a very critical issue that I have with his kingship. Because... this isn’t Bran. This is the Three Eyed Raven. We don’t have any information to suggest that the Three Eyed Raven has been particularly ambitious in the past, but it’s now integrated into two high-profile and highly magical bloodlines (Stark and Targaryen.

The narrative also proposes that the Three Eyed Raven has been attuned to the possible timelines, and has been slowly adjusting course to eventually end up in a seat of power. **I’m asserting this based on our understanding from the show, not the books.

The Three Eyed Raven has been saying things to make itself as unassuming and non-threatening as possible, even going so far as to adopt the consciousness of Brandon Stark—who was already paralyzed when the Three Eyed Raven first started appearing to him. We know that the Three Eyed Raven has been appearing in childrens’ dreams for a long time, as it’s stated in the books that the Raven appeared to Euron Greyjoy as a child, but didn’t appear to Bran until after his fall. Was Bran’s disability a deciding factor to him being chosen as the successor?

In Bran’s first raven dream, he sees the corpses of all of the children that “couldn’t fly.” It’s hard to say if these corpses represent physically murdered children, or if they’re more likely to represent a death in the subconscious—the “death” that would leave those people susceptible to madness. Was Euron as a child one of the broken bodies in Bran’s Raven dreams? Moreover, the Raven dreams are very triggering for Bran--the Three Eyed Raven (Three Eyed Crow in the books) is a very sinister entity, and continues to make Bran relive his trauma every time. Bran refers to the Raven dreams as his “falling dreams.”

@sayruq wrote a post, citing book quotes, as to why Tyrion providing the moniker of “Bran the Broken” completely goes against Bran’s character and monumentalizes one of Bran’s greatest sources of internal pain in the books. He laments being “broken.”

My initial thought on the matter was that it was just shitty writing, and the point of it was supposed to illustrate that Bran has reclaimed his identity as a paraplegic—much like Sansa’s dialogue was likely meant to illustrate her reclaiming her identity as a trauma survivor. The more I thought about it,though, the more I pieced together that “Bran the Broken” was a moniker that doesn’t go against Bran’s character because it’s not Bran anymore. It’s the Three Eyed Raven, who doesn’t have the same relationship to the word that was very triggering to Bran Stark.

The Three Eyed Raven has gone to great lengths to make themself seem as innocuous as possible with statements like, “I don’t really want anymore” and “I can never be the Lord of anything,” and integrating with a paraplegic boy. Moreover, before the Battle for Winterfell, the Three Eyed Raven even said that he “didn’t know” if their plan would work, even though we have other reasons to believe that they can see the future. They tipped their hand with the line, “Why do you think I came all this way?” So, yes, in some way, the Three Eyed Raven understood that becoming King was a possible outcome of the Great War, and maneuvered in such a way that they were in the ultimate seat of power.

Allowing the North to secede was likely of little consequence to them because there’s bigger things at play--as demonstrated by the Three Eyed Raven’s preoccupation with finding Drogon.

Putting corrupted people in the seats of power only further drives home the point that the Three Eyed Raven in power bodes ill for the people.

Sam is poorly trained despite being one of the most morally “good” characters on the counsel, and even though he’s shown to have the drive to stand up for what’s right, Sam clearly respects the Three Eyed Raven.

Brienne is also a “morally good” character and she’s the Lord Commander of his Kingsguard—because she broke her oath to Sansa—so she has little say over actual matters of state. But the fact that the Three Eyed Raven was able to convince either Brienne or Sansa to break that oath makes me uncomfortable. Not only do we not know how it happened, but the end result is that Sansa is alone in the North—she doesn’t have a single loyal and true adviser at the beginning of her reign.

Tyrion is not a good person, and will likely be easy to control as Tyrion has also showed great respect for them—even so far as to personally nominate them for King.

Lastly, I’ll refer to the part that bothered me most about the Small Council scene. As Bran is leaving, every member stands at attention and after Tyrion proclaims, “We serve at the pleasure of Bran the Broken...” everyone attempts to synchronize “Long may he reign!” and Tyrion says, “That will improve.” Implying that this proclamation will happen every time the Three Eyed Raven leaves the room. Formality is expected for a monarch, but we didn’t even see that level of regime-quality salute in the presence of Dany as she emerged to be a dictator.

So, yeah, tl;dr I think that Bran adopting the Raven sigil for his kingsguard is way, way more deeply encoded than at first glance.

#game of thrones #got spoilers #asoiaf #got #house stark #starklings #three eyed raven #brynden rivers #bran stark #sansa stark #jon snow #anti daenerys #got meta #my meta #jonsa fam

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christa--marie · 7 years

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A Conversation at Dragonstone

Mid episode 7x07 "The Dragon and the Wolf." Jon struggles to keep an illicit thought under the surface.

There were some things that Jon didn’t let himself think about.

Some things- facts, memories, recurring nightmares- just weren’t worth dwelling on. They were what they were, and Jon wouldn’t change them by worrying at their frayed edges. He had gotten rather good at setting unproductive thoughts aside, casting his mind to matters that he could affect, plans to be made and choices to deliberate.

Other things, usually having to do with unpleasant feelings such as anger, confusion, frustration- how could, for example, one human have so little consideration or depth of understanding inside him to frivolously hack away at, to mangle a whole family to butchered limbs, and leave the world without ever coming to terms with his own cruelty, his selfish actions? How could a woman grow a child inside her, feel him turn and move, his breaths in harmony with hers, bear the hours of sweat and agony to bring him into this world, and never once, not once, look into his eyes and greet the soul inside the son she created?-

-well, Jon had realized long ago that every hour spent brooding about such things was an hour of his life wasted, and as a man who had only recently been dead himself, he had become rather fond of using every waking minute he could to fight for the future.

Some things, though, he just wasn’t allowed to think about.

It wasn’t that it was wrong for him to think about it... but it wasn’t completely right either.

It didn’t belong to him, he hadn’t earned it, and so, while it was beyond his power to get rid of it entirely, he set it aside, deep inside himself and tried not to bother with it.

It had been easier, before he had pressed his mouth to hers, before he had felt her body slide against his- and actually, it had been much easier the first few days after. Then, he had actual memories, real, tangible reminders of the heat of her wet tongue, the way her arms trembled when she clutched at his neck, the soft sighs that he could even now feel tingling in his ears.

Those- those were true memories, they were facts, pure and simple, and he was allowed to think about them, because (somehow, incredibly) she had given them to him.

And he did- think- about them.

As the days continued to pass since Jon had last felt Dany’s warm mouth open to his persistent kisses, he found himself thinking about them more and more.

The other, though- his dream- he had set that aside because it was one of those things he didn’t let himself think about-

-but he knew it was there, part of him always knew it was there, like a much-longed-for present wrapped up with a pretty little bow, shoved into the bottom of a trunk underneath layers and layers of dirty clothes, moldy old blankets, broken keepsakes- and when he opened the trunk, shuffled through the papers at the top, he would catch just the outline of it, hidden in the corner with the cobwebs and the shadows, and his skin would feel suddenly very warm, the top of his head doused in slippery hot oils, his heart racing.

He didn’t touch it, didn’t even look at it straight on, but every time he remembered that it was there, his stomach tingled and he found himself short of breath.

As the days edged toward a week since Jon had been able to find a moment alone with Daenerys, the dream grew and grew in the corner of the trunk in Jon’s mind, until it pushed aside all the other debris cluttering up his thoughts and rattled against the lock he had placed on it.

Jon was man enough to admit that he had known real terror in his life- when he was forced to confront with the probable demise of his family, for one, when he watched Rickon trip and fall, look back over his shoulder, and run across an empty field toward him, for another-

-but he’d never felt uneasy about his own mind before.

This was- this was-

This was something he was discovering that he couldn’t control, and he wasn’t entirely sure how he felt about that.

“My sister agreed to the meeting after all,” Lord Tyrion said presently. “She wouldn’t have done so if she didn’t think she could get something out of it.”

“To kill us all where we stand, most likely,” Jorah Mormont mused.

“I try not, as a rule, to be pessimistic,” Ser Davos said, “but at this time I must agree with Ser Jorah’s assessment.”

Lord Varys took a slight breath, stepped forward from the shadows in the corner. “Cersei Lannister is not an entirely rational creature, this is true,” he said. “However, I think one can generally count on her to value her own skin above all else, even vengeance.”

“Wouldn’t be so sure about that,” Clegane rasped from across the table. “Now that her whelps are all dead, there’s not a soul in seven hells can say what the bitch will do.”

“Yes,” Tyrion said, glancing up at him irritably, “the plan has certain- vulnerabilities, I admit, but we’re a bit past the point for changing courses-”

“I could always burn the Keep to the ground with her and all her attendants inside,” the Queen said. “I could go tonight.”

Jon watched the glance that passed between Tyrion and Varys, and felt a discomfiting chill ripple through his heart.

“I thought you wanted to save Westeros from more violence,” Lord Tyrion said, trying (and failing) to keep his voice light. “I thought you did not want to be Queen of the ashes-”

Daenerys looked down at him, her lip curling.

“I hate wasting time, my lord,” she said, a bite in her voice. “And there’s so little time left- to spend it on your vile sister-”

“Three days,” Tyrion protested. “This negotiation is costing us three days, and we may very well come out of it with another army to go North-”

“Don’t lie to me,” Daenerys hissed, teeth clenched. “You don’t believe there’s a chance in hell that Cersei will send her forces to our side.”

“It’s not likely, no,” Tyrion admitted, “but more impossible things have happened- I’ve seen them myself,” he pointed out, raising his hand to her in esteem.

Dany blinked, and Jon watched a deep pain bubble up to the surface, twisting her fair features. “When the sun rises in the west and sets in the east," she said bitterly. "When the seas go dry and mountains blow in the wind like leaves,” she turned to the window.

Tyrion glanced around the table, clearly at a loss.

“Perhaps it won’t come to that-” he started.

“The Queen is right,” Jon said.

Her head turned in profile to him. Their attendants shifted, eyes flicking to Jon.

“We’ve already sent word across the country that we’re going, so clearly we aren’t changing plans now,” he continued, and though Jon may not have consciously noted that he spoke for the party, it certainly did not go unnoticed by others in the room. “But it does feel a rotten waste of time when the best we can hope for is to leave no better than we arrived.”

“We have a wight,” Tyrion argued. “We are going to bring that thing out in the open; even if Cersei herself is unmoved, there will be others who will see, and word will spread-”

“I agree with you, Lord Tyrion,” Jon said. “It’s not a bad plan, and we certainly don’t have a better one. But we also don’t have time to wait for word to spread or for the wheels of power in the south to turn against Cersei Lannister. If we could- if there was some way we could skip all that, garner the southern forces to our side and go North tomorrow- well, it’s worth discussing, at least. Every day, the dead grow stronger, and every day that we, the living, do not march is another day we spend with our fears.”

Daenerys turned, studying him. Jon met her eyes eagerly. Days, it had been, since she looked him straight on, preferring instead to keep herself at a distance. He understood, did not begrudge her need for space in the midst of so much turmoil, so many changes to her plans, her vision for the future. But the unfinished conversation lingering between them did not help, it certainly did not help, Jon’s ever-more-tenuous grasp for control over his own mind.

“If I went tonight,” she said carefully, eyes flicking over his face, “if I took Drogon and Rhaegal and burned the castle to the ground,” in the corner, Sandor Clegane shifted uncomfortably, “rid myself of Cersei and her followers while they slept, and in the morning demanded the Lannister forces follow me North, well, then, strictly speaking, we would have advanced our strategy far beyond the hopes we currently dither about.”

“It may be more difficult than you think to force cooperation from the Lannister army-” Tyrion protested, biting his tongue when Daenerys raised her hand at him, still looking at Jon.

“We would,” Jon agreed with her. “In normal times, in a long summer, I’d never advise or agree with such an action. Too many innocents stand in the cross-hairs, too many innocents to be sacrificed. But you know as well as anyone what it means to make hard choices- do those who will be saved at your hand outweigh those who will die?” He shook his head. “It’s not a choice I could make, but I can respect that there are merits to it.”

She stared at him, eyes narrowing. “Aegon burned King Harren and his sons at Harrenhal,” she said. “I am alive today because he did.”

“And they sing songs about it,” Jon said, “and no one is as feared or revered in all of Westeros as Aegon the Conqueror. But Aegon is in the past. Now is Daenerys Targaryen.”

Daenerys worked her jaw, moistened her lips. “What of the songs they will sing of me?” she returned. “Am I to be a hero to some, a monster to others? What of-” her lips pursed, deliberated over her next word, “-our future?”

Jon’s skin grew warm, the locked trunk rattling around in his head. He swallowed. “Yes,” he said, “I suppose there is always a hope for the future to think about.”

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