“I’m Sorry.” Her Voice Was Barely A Whisper. “I Didn’t Mean It. You Know I Didn’t.”

the targaryen queens (and also bloodraven)

"The things I do for love" - AGOT - Bran II

Amit Elor & Mica Galvao

Commissions for @lucennia

the knight of the laughing tree

art ref. under the cut

lyanna <3

— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

Screaming, crying, throwing up

Art by @adelikashere for A Crown of False Spring. The best birthday gift ever.

It was… a girl-child. He’d not misjudged; even whilst standing she was a tiny slip of a thing. A strange thing. Her coltish frame was wrapped in a dove-grey gown, streaked with soil and trailing like mist about small bared feet. Dark chestnut hair tumbled loose and tangled past thin shoulders, framing windburnt cheeks flushed rosy with chill. Her eyes were sharp and wild, her teeth bared—and in her hands a tree branch, raised like a sword! Not a little doe then, thought Arthur. Then, a break in the clouds. A shaft of dying light broke through the clearing, striking the crown of the heart tree with sudden radiance. The deep scarlet leaves flared and shimmered like bloody embers. And there, half-lost amongst the high fronds, something swayed. A shield. Upon it, the painted face of a weirwood, grinning wide and red.

Bran!!

Familiar, but not quite right

Cat & Lady Stoneheart