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CUBCROWNED : An independent book-based Tommen Baratheon of A Song of Ice and Fire. As protected by Sunshine. This blog functions solely on book canon, meaning that none of Tommen's show characterization or storyline is acknowledged. Personal blogs, do not reblog any of my content, please.
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The council is peopled by old men playing at loyalty. We require true allies.
HE ALMOST questions the plural, unsure if there is truly a βweβ involved in this situation. However, they were wed in the light of the Seven and he wrapped a black and gold cloak around her. Legally, and in the eyes of the gods, they are husband and wife β One flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever. Those were the words. If there is anyone who ought to be unquestionably on his side in any conflict, it should be his wife. ( Should is a heavy word ).
βΒ And what would you qualify as true allies? β He is genuinely curious. The most he knows about her, his fierce northern wife, are the rumors he does not know how to ask about, and soft-tinted memories of a childhood acquaintance : Hair in messy tails, a wooden sword, a great beast at her heels that he was secretly a little frightened of. ( Motherβs screams and Joffβs blood and Fatherβs rumbling voice β You let a little girl with a stick disarm you? )
He looks at her, twirling a dry-tipped quill between his fingers. Arya Stark is not, perhaps, the head-turning beauty that Margaery was, or even Lady Sansa, who he remembers with the loveliness of boyhood adoration, but he finds her rather pretty, in a natural, wild way. Thereβs something compelling about her face, something that makes him not want to look away. He does not think, however, that he would ever dare say it to her. They have lived as companions rather comfortably, thus far, but Arya did, in fact, threaten to geld him if he touched her, on their wedding night. So Tommen thinks that his opinion on her appearance is rather unwanted. βΒ How would we tell the true ones apart from the pretenders? β
Friendly reminder than Tommen Baratheon is a sweet sunshine boy who deserves the world
ββ β’ SENTENCE STARTERS : EXCALIBUR ( 1981 ). all of these were pulled from the final draft of the script as it is available online. perfect but not limited to fantasy / historical muses and verses ! feel free to edit as needed.
β i spit on your truce, [name]. β
β [name], what is this wagging of tongues? β
β you will be mine. wife and queen, bed and crown. β
β i want no other crown and no other bed than those i have. β
β sometimes i give, sometimes i take. it is mine to know which, and when. β
β i know the storm inside you, and what it has wrought. β
β you will swear by your true kingship to grant me what i wish. β
β this is magic - making solid what is in the mind, and unsolid, that which is already solid. β
β it is done. the future has found root in the present. β
β but what shall become of me, and the child i bear? β
β three horses died under me, so hard did i spur them here. β
β the child is mine, [name]. i have come for [him/her/them]. β
β itβs not for you, [name], heath and home, wife and child. β
β to kill and be king, is that all? β
β you strike me with words as hard as steel. β
β [name]... i loved you, mighty child. β
β it is a dark hourβ¦ everywhere lawlessness and destruction, and no one to lead us out of it. β
β you wrong me, for i have never stolen from others, or destroyed the fruit of the land. β
β a good squire doesnβt forget his knightβs sword. β
β i was your son before i became your kingβ¦if i am king. β
β [name], we havenβt forgotten you. this is more of your trickery. β
β βhelp me, help meβ. help me get up. β
β i was hoping i could ask you for a little magic help, but if it makes you so tiredβ¦ β
β it will be a good lesson. the best, if itβs not the last. β
β letβs finish this with a show of force. we have no more tricks and no more advantages. β
β you are in my hands, to slay or to spare. β
β swear faith to me and you shall have mercy. β
β you, [name], will knight me. β
β well, then, i shall tell you which knights have maiden daughters, so you can avoid their castles. β
β quiet, or iβll sew up your mouth too. β
β i love her. if she would be my queen, my dreams would be answered. βΒ Β Β
β there are maidens as fair, and fairer than [name]. β
β youβre not listening. your heart is not. love is deaf as well as blind. β
β i should have left you to fend for yourself. β
β that is a wild boast. you lack a knightβs humility. β
β never have i met my match in joust or duel. β
β yield. i have the advantage. β
β fight me from your horse or on foot, but fight me. your avoidance mocks me. β
β i sought only not to harm you. β
β thanks to god, you are alive. β
β i love you, my king. βΒ Β
β it is i who must love you, for through your courage and patience you taught me a bitter lesson. β
β make me your champion, and i will always fight in your place. β
β i would pledge to you all that i still own : muscle, bone, blood and the heart that pumps it. β
β the war is over. one land, one king. peace. β
β i swear never to rest twice on the same pillow till all men live at peace. β
β i hear the stifled cry for help, i smell the reek of fearβ¦ β
β for your gift, ask a gift of me. β
β donβt start a war on my wedding day! β
β look, [name]. the maids and ladies whisper about you. they all dream of winning you, young and old, fair and ugly. β
β you're the bravest and strongest knight theyβve ever seen, and beauty has kissed your brow. βΒ Β
β and is there no maiden in the whole world who inspires you? β
β i would swear my love to you. βΒ Β Β
β i will see you in all women, and i will defend them as i would defend you. βΒ
β [name], donβt you join the celebration? β
β youβre an angel! not a devilβ¦ β
β who will give me my sword? β
β i want to write poems about you with moonbeams, make the sea sing your nameβ¦ β
β what good are songs and poems to me? they are the barter of ordinary love. β
β tell me, [name] : have we defeated evil, as it seems? β
β where hides evil, then, in my kingdom? β
β i will champion you, my lady. β
β when i act as your king, i cannot be your husband. β
β the laws, my laws, must bind everyone, or they are not laws at all. β
β [name], i fight against myselfβ¦ β
β i demand justice, as is my right. β
β i yield to your mercy, [name]. β
β flesh on flesh. i will heal you. β
β they miss the battlefield. i think we do too. β
β you will be sorely missed. heal yourself and come back. β
β you think yourself a kingmaker. ha! a meddler, more likely. β
β the gods of once are gone forever, it is time for men. β
β [name], make a man out of me. kiss me. β
β do you think i am ignorant of your stupid little games? preying on the weakness of others. thatβs your power, a petty evil. β
β i will ride forth in the name of that quest, and commit my strength and my soul to it. β
β [name], a dreadful fear is upon me, that we may never meet again, that the fellowship will be no moreβ¦ β
β [name], i know your heart yearns to go, but i am prisoner to my duties, and you must be to yours, at my side. β
β [name], forgive me. i die without the secret. i have failed. β
β where are you going, [name], in your iron tomb? still trying to save the world? β
β i have come to claim what is mine. β
β i recognize you only as my son, no more. β
β i cannot offer you the land, only my love. β
β we will embrace only in battle, and i will touch you only with the blade of my spear. βΒ
β i will muster a great force of knights, and i will return to fight for what is mine. β
β i have waited long for you. β
β i am wasting away and i cannot die. and i cannot live. β
β i didnβt know how empty was my soul until it was filled. β
β [name], accept my forgiveness, and put your heart to rest. we have suffered too long. β
β i have always loved you, and i still love you. β
β i loved you much, as king, and sometimes as husband, but one cannot gaze too long at the sun in the sky. β
β i was not born to live a manβs life, but to be the stuff of future memory. β
β now once more i must ride with my knights to defend what was, and the dream of what could be. β
β i never dared to hope all these years that it was in your keeping. β
β i have often thought that in the hereafter of our lives, when i owe no more to the future and can be just a man, that we may meet, and you will come to me and claim me as yours, and know that i am your husband. it is a dream i haveβ¦ β
β [name], i need you at my side as you were once, my friend, to give me courage. β
β quiet. youβll wake the men, and they must fight tomorrow for their lives. β
β you brought me back. your love brought me back. β
β whatβs behind that beauty? a wizened, cold-hearted snake. β
β you are mine at last. i am the sea and you will never escape me. β
β in this battle there is one thing i must do, that no one else can. β
β [name], i will save youβ¦donβt die. β
β let my heart do its job, [name], and pump me emptyβ¦ β
β the fog is lifting. only we remain alive. β
β [name], prepare to meet your death. β
β obey me, [name]. you must act for me. it is my last order as your king. β
β [name]! will you return? β
β§ΛΒ°Λβ§ Β ππππ ππ ππππππ πππ Β·Β·Β· a collection of court politics, family loyalty, righteous claim roleplay sentence starters for those who never asked for the crown but wear it anyway. genre: political intrigue, duty vs desire, power & consequence.
β’ The realm requires stability, not affection. You would do well to remember as much. β’ They shall name us usurpers regardless of our actions. We may as well prove effective. β’ Do you think I desired this burden? That I find rest easily in my chambers? β’ History is penned by victors. We need only ensure our triumph. β’ The smallfolk care nothing for legitimacy. They desire full bellies and protected hearths. β’ I do what our father ought to have done years hence. β’ Sentiment is a luxury ill-afforded in times such as these. β’ Every choice I make serves this house. Every single one. β’ They were given opportunity to bend the knee. They chose steel instead. β’ I know well what is spoken of me in the streets. Let them speak. β’ The council is peopled by old men playing at loyalty. We require true allies. β’ Do you name me cruel? I am practical. There lies the difference. β’ The throne was sworn to me. I shall not beg forgiveness for claiming what is mine by right. β’ You desire mercy from me? Mercy delivered us to this precipice. β’ I protect what belongs to our bloodline. Why can you not see the necessity? β’ The gods may pass judgment upon me, but the realm shall remember me as its salvation. β’ This crown bears a weight you cannot fathom. β’ I shoulder this burden so you need not. Show proper gratitude. β’ We stand as the final bulwark against chaos. Conduct yourself accordingly. β’ Your conscience holds less import than our house's survival. β’ I shall not permit sentiment to unmake all we have built. β’ They desire a monster? I shall give them a sovereign. β’ The histories shall vindicate our cause. They always do. β’ I hold this realm intact with bloodied hands and you dare question my methods? β’ Do not mistake my resolve for wanton cruelty. I do what must be done. β’ The Faith stands beside us. The commons shall follow in turn. β’ You think them honorable? They would gladly see us put to the sword. β’ I did not desire this war. But I shall see it concluded. β’ Each day I choose duty above my own yearnings. Each and every day. β’ We are the rightful heirs. The law itself speaks for our claim. β’ I have sacrificed all for this family's future. β’ I know what I have become. Do you know what you are? β’ The hand that wields the sword commands the realm. Do not forget it. β’ They forced our hand in this matter. We merely respond in kind. β’ You seek peace? Peace demands victory first. β’ I stand as shield between our house and annihilation. β’ The crown cares nothing for your uncertainties. Bear it or step aside. β’ Righteousness does not win wars. Strategy does. β’ I undertake what you prove too craven to attempt. β’ This matter extends beyond any single one of us. Can you not comprehend as much? β’ The realm shall offer thanks when the dust has settled.
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Iβve brought you an army, Tommen. Would you have me send it back?
βΒ I would have you safe and away from here, thank you kindly. β It is the closest Tommen has ever come to snapping, voice woven through with tension. It is not that he thinks Arya is weak or fragile. Rather, he knows well that she is strong, likely stronger than he could ever hope to be. But it is simply that he fears for her. He loves her so very dearly that even the idea of her anywhere near an army ( anywhere near danger ) goes through him like ice-water.
Young king shakes his head, not in rejection of the northern warriors his wife has brought him β It gladdens him to know that she is as well-loved by the people of the north as she is by him β but out of a desire to clear the buzzing, crowding thoughts from his mind.
βΒ You are a fool, β he tells her with a sigh, despite the smile tugging at his mouth. He opens his arms. βΒ A reckless, troublesome little fool. Come here. β
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There is not so much of stag about him as lion. His mother says that Lannister blood runs strong, and Tommen has no reason to doubt her words. Not yet knighted or deemed worthy to participate in the tourney himself, he is rather a quieter, shyer son than either House Baratheon or Lannister would prefer. He lingers near the stables rather than the tourney field. Animals have always been more patient with him than his fellow man.
At the sight of the dragon prince, he leaps from his seat β a hay-bale, rather β and bows hastily, hopping that gravity will brush the straw from his clothes and golden curls. The barn cat that he had coaxed into his lap scurries out of sight, much to Tommenβs quiet dismay.
βΒ Forgive me, my prince. I-I did not see you. Am I in your way? β
β β΄ βΒ @misvos
obsessed with people who stan side characters itβs so funny like youβll see them talk endlessly about count gobbledegook IV and then you go to wikipedia and find out theyβve been in five episodes total across a 300 episode series
Rough outline of an AKOTSK verse: Tommen is the second son and youngest child of Ser Robert Baratheon and Lady Cersei Lannister. As the son of Ser Lyonelβs cousin, he accompanies Ser Lyonel to the Tourney at Ashford Meadow, and serves as Lyonelβs squire. (His age at the point of the tourney can vary from thread to thread, he could be around Eggβs age or he could be almost an adult. Itβs vague for a reason!)
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If he reaches far, far back into the furthest depths of his memory, Tommen can vaguely, blurrily, remember being very small, toddling after a woman who towered over him. Reaching for her skirts with chubby, clumsy baby hands and calling, βMama, Mama!β Now, they stand eye-to-eye, or near enough to make little difference, and he cannot remember when she ceased to be Mama and became Mother.
He brushes his hand against hers in greeting β He has felt off-kilter since he woke, one of those strange days where he feels altogether too young and too old at once, where he isnβt entirely certain he could bear human touch, and yet he longs to hide among her skirts as he once had.
βΒ Mother, β He begins, ever soft-voiced and tentative with her ( the good son, the obedient son, the gentle, timid, why canβt you be more like your brother, Tommen? son ) βΒ Do you think, perhaps, that you could accompany me as I work, today? I β¦ β Fingers twist anxiously into the cuffs of his sleeves, a habit he has never quite managed to break. β I mislike the thought of being alone. β
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The Borgias (TV Series) Sentence Starters (feel free to edit as needed)
You show no tears? Β Are you stone?
I have wished him dead a thousand times.
Save your thoughts. Say nothing.
Know your enemy, ______. Know him better than your friend.
No man can put a price on sainthood.
Iβve brought you an army, _____. Would you have me send it back?
β¦ Thatβs a different kind of nothing. Β That will cost you something.
Because lechery and debauchery are the very marks of nobility.
You must cry for me, for I have no more tears.
You will have your war, but it will be fought the _____ way.
We are family, we are one, and we will only triumph as one.
Be careful what you pray for, _____. You will find yourself in a place beyond prayer itself.Β
Certainty is the preserve of youth.
It seems someone as pitiless as you⦠needs someone as pitiless as me.
And if these times have made you clever, the coming months may thrust genius upon you.
All things are permissible in our dreams.
You would surprise yourself if such destiny ever brushed against you.
Come on! Give me a legendary death!
Together we were cursed, but apart at least I am at peace.
There is no Hell, no Heaven either. This world is what we make of it.
Tommenβs personal sigil/emblem is a crowned stag, like Robert adopted after becoming king, but in gold, upon a field of crimson β The Baratheon imagery, supported by the Lannister colors, a visual symbol of how the two houses combine in him.
I feel like AKOTSK Robert would be, like, Lyonelβs asshole cousin? Like, Robert is the loser fail-relative where when he shows up to the family reunion, everybody is like βHeyyyyβ¦ Bobbbbbβ¦ good to see you, buddyβ but then the moment he leaves everyone is like βthank the fucking Seven that asshole finally left!β
So Tommen could theoretically be part of Lyonelβs retinue, since theyβre family (legally, anyway). Maybe his squire or something like that. (Just imagining the chaos of the Robert/Cersei marriage AND Joffreyβs Whole Deal with a bigger Baratheon family/Robert not being the king or the head of the familyβ¦ whew)
Mutuals can like this for a short, possibly-quote-or-lyric-based starter
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Bestie is writing Arya again, all yβall better prepare for me to be annoying about my rarepair otp again
I have basically no icons and I still donβt have a version of photoshop I can use (I need one with bigger icons/buttons) but I got bad health news today and Iβm trying to use RP to distract myself.
