#myles toyne

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I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert… . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”

- Ozymandias, Percy Bysshe Shelley

My ship exchange piece for @mylestoyne ! Inspired in parts by some of your meta, i hope you like it :)

This poem comic depicts a post-aDwD fanfic scenario where Jon Connington comes to the conclusion he has been lied to by his captain and lover Myles Toyne, and that the boy he thought Rhaegar’s son is actually a Blackfyre. The true identity of Young Griff in the books is of course not known, so you can interpret this as either Jon finding out the truth, or him tragically coming to a wrong conclusion; either way the knowledge is driving him mad.

Characters depicted in order of appearance: Jon Connington, Myles Toyne, Aegor Rivers/Bittersteel, Daemon Blackfyre, Maelys Blackfyre, Serra, Illyrio Mopatis, Varys, Young Griff


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mylestoyne:

my development of myles character design from 2019 to now…… this has me screaming I used to draw him so young and skinny WHO is that man

sugarwhitedeath:

the five captain-generals of the golden company from its founding to the present day

a gift for @mylestoyne. happy birthday!! ❤️

sare11aa11eras:

One Myles Toyne for @mylestoyne on the occasion of his birthday ❤️ (SORRY THIS IS LATE)

weirwoodking:

Myles Toyne had been so full of life the last time Griff had left him, it was hard to accept that he was gone.

The Blackheart and The Griffin

sare11aa11eras:

One Myles Toyne for @mylestoyne on the occasion of his birthday ❤️ (SORRY THIS IS LATE)

sugarwhitedeath:

the five captain-generals of the golden company from its founding to the present day

a gift for @mylestoyne. happy birthday!! ❤️

mylestoyne:

mylestoyne:

the way some of the fandom place so much weight on traditional attractiveness is insane to me like what books did you read….. people getting legit angry that the hotd actors are “too ugly” to play targs, people saying tyrion is too ugly to ride a dragon, people arguing over which pubescent girl is the prettiest like my god. I’ll be over here obsessively drawing myles’ receding hairline and bigass fucking nose leave me out of that

sorry to keep harping on this but idk it’s just such a misreading of asoiaf it blows my mind, like even besides the way these books do so much to deconstruct the idea “beauty = goodness / ugly = badness” with specific characters…… like even besides that you can just see grrm’s fondness and emphasis on finding love and beauty in the mundane and imperfect, like love in asoiaf is catelyn building a deep and solid relationship with the solemn plain-faced second son she wasn’t supposed to marry, it’s jon snow blushing when ygritte laughs with her crooked teeth and eyes that are too far apart, it’s davos trying to imagine the most beautiful woman in the world and only being able to think of his aging wife with her sagging breasts, it’s joncon mourning myles’ big nose and jug ears and how they were as much a part of him as his warmth….. it’s an important part of asoiaf to me and I find it so much more meaningful than trying to prove my fave is the prettiest

All that is gold does not glitter.

Not all those who wander are lost.

The old that is strong does not wither. 

Deep roots are not touched by the frost. 

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