Time traveller from the year 1983. Snarky and often angry dispenser of free education of various topics. Real life member of the working class, complete with generational poverty. (If you want to be awesome regarding that, note the presence of the donate button)
Member of the Seaconke Wampanoag Tribe. Writer. Foodie. Gamer. Crafter. Steampunk. Geek.
Legend of Korra characters in Asoiaf houses, set 1: The Krew + Tahno (shut up I can dream, ok?)
Korra- Baratheon: I was torn between Baratheon & Martell for her, but shewaseliaofdorne convinced me that Baratheon was a better fit. Hers is the Fury, indeed.
Mako- Martell: He was a tough one to sort. I considered Tully because Family, Duty, Honor fits his protective nature & Stark because of how cold & reserved he can be toward people he doesn’t know well, but shewaseliaofdorne sold me on Martell for him. When you get right down to it, “Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken” is Mako in essence.
Bolin- Tully: There’s something about his openess & honesty that screams Tully to me. Ok that could fit Stark too, but Bolin’s too warm & friendly to be a Stark. I could see Tyrell!Bolin too, but I don’t think he’s got enough guile in him to be a Tyrell. Tully just fits better.
Asami- Tyrell: This was an easy one. Asami would fit quite well with them, with her sweetness & the whole “silk hiding steel” thing. Some roses have steel thorns, indeed.
Tahno- Targaryen: This one may seem a little out there, but allow me to explain. I’ve seen Greyjoy suggested for him due to his similarities with Theon, but beyond that I don’t think he fits in Greyjoy at all. Tyrell!Tahno I could see, & he does have that rose motif, but I think Targaryen just fits him better. There’s the huge ego, over the top everything, & desire to stand out & be remembered. Something about his fall from grace is kind of Targ-esque too.
One day she came back grinning her honey grin, her hair all tangled and her clothes covererd in mud, clutching a raggedy bunch of purple and green flowers for Father. Sansa kept hoping he would tell Arya to behave herself and act like the highborn lady she was supposed to be, but he never did, he only hugged her and thanked her for the flowers.
“When my husband brought that baby home from war, I couldn’t bare to look at him. Didn’t want to see those brown stranger’s eyes staring at me. So I prayed to the gods ‘Take him away, make him die!’ He got the pox. And I knew I was the worst woman who ever lived. A murderer. I condemned this poor, innocent child to a horrible death. All because I was jealous of his mother, a woman he didn’t even know. So I prayed to all seven gods ‘Let the boy live. Let him live, and I’ll love him. I’ll be a mother to him. I’ll beg my husband to give him a true name. To call him Stark and be done with it. To make him one of us.’”