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**Meta**

You, Happenstance

**Difficulty**

Standard, Base (Standard)

**Scenario & Setting**

Alternate Earth, Low Fantasy, New Ice Age, Hollow Earth, The Labyrinthos, Transformed Oceans, A Darker Yesterday, Yandere Syndrome, Zombie Plague, The Altered, Z-Day [The Tide, The Devouring End], Without a Hero, Gender Bent, Mimics Rise, Red Strings All Around [The Other Halves], Old Magic, A Song of Ice and Fire, Prison

**Character**

Reincarnation, Original Character, Male, Masculine, 24 to 29 years old, Scarred

**Skills**

Adaptable Martial Arts, Parkour [Professional Athlete], Survival [Hunter, Explorer], Stealth, Ambidextrous, Hand-Eye Coordination, Spatial Awareness, Exercise, Astronaut Training, Head Empty, Doctor [MD in the HOUSE!], Chemistry, Biology [Expert Breeder (Flora), Master Breeder (Fauna)], Teaching, Learning, Mind Palace, Tactics [Grand Master General], Strategy, Investigation [Web of Truth], Politics, Inspiration, Cloak and Dagger, Banter, Bullshit Spinning, Internal Clock, Harmful [Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss], Healer [I Can Fix Them, Hands-On], Diplomat [Peace Maker], Aggression, Resourcefulness [Wellspring of Ideas], Idiot Proofing, Occultism, Caregiver, Occam’s Razor, Opportunist [Dirty Fighting], Optimization, Recruitment, Compact, First-Aid [Natural Remedies], Management, Swimming, Green Thumb/Gardener, Animal Husbandry, Situational Awareness, Navigator, Critic, Discipline

**Perks**

Olympic, Rapid Learning [Excellent Education], Frankenstein [Unity of Mind and Body], Blank, Mental Barrier [Blood-Brain Barrier], Trumped the Trump, Powered Sustenance, Who Wants to Live Forever?, Immortality Failsafe, All-Seeing Precognition, Noctis Cape [Savant], Invictus, Well-Adjusted, Patience of a Saint, Reputable, Homecoming, Resume, Holding Back, A Significant Other [Love Sick] (Renly Baratheon), Inner Harmony, Charismatic Aura, Worriless, I Don't Get It [I Get It Now... But Not Really...?]

**Drawbacks**

Conscious Geas x 1 [Protect Humanity], In One Ear..., Allergic x 1 [Bananas], Unmasked, Wanted (Local) x 2 [Starks / Baratheons], Wanted (Global) x 1 [Faceless Men], Infamous Origins [Bastard], Won't You Fly High, Free Bird [The Wall Breaks], Poor, Homeless, Silent Protagonist, Targeted for Termination [The Night King], Ditz, Lightweight, Inconsistent Minor Misfortune, Orphaned, Handicapped, Morsel, Trouble Magnet, Plotbound, Never Ending Story, Fallen Worship [The Red Priests], Tinfoil Hat, Conspiracy Theory, Pragmatist, Dimensional Flux, Stalker, Persistent Suitor [Rennt Baratheon], Villain Target [The Faceless Men], The Summoning, Extremely Obvious Summoning, Sacrificial Summoning, Corona Pollentia [Awakening (Shardless)], Acclimation, Get back here Shocker! SHOCKER!!! You can’t escape me! I’ll chase you to the ends of the EARTH!!! [Stannis Baratheon], The IRS [The Iron Bank], Insane, Curse of Unpalatable, Obsession [Yan-Doki-Doki], Eventful Day

**Shard**

Shardless, Essence of a Shard (Vital)

**Powers**

Tinker (Handyman) [True Tinker, Internalized Knowledge], Thinker (Gut Instinct), Thinker/Master (Organized Mind) [Brain Formatting], Thinker (Understanding), Thinker (Clarity), Tinker (Medieval), (Brute) Deadpool, (Tinker) Jack of All Trades, (Tinker) Brotato, (Tinker) Repair [Miracle Worker], (Tinker) Salvage, (Tinker) Lorax [Tinker of Nature], (Tinker) Traps, (Tinker) Oh, the Humanity, (Tinker) Nautical, (Tinker) Aero, (Tinker) Thermal, (Tinker) Terra, (Tinker) Basic Tinker, (Tinker) Medicine, (Tinker) Techie, (Tinker) Interdimensional, (Tinker) Weatherman, (Tinker) Infection, (Tinker/Thinker) Solarpunk, (Tinker) Cyber Dystopia, (Tinker/Trump) Mind is Matter and It'll Make the Whole World Go Round, (Tinker) The Factory Must Grow, (Tinker) Upcoming Century, (Tinker) Dyson Sphere Program, (Master/Tinker) Master of Green, (Tinker) Research And Development [Innovation, Copyright Infringement], (Tinker/Trump) Embrace the Punk, Become PUNK, Enchanting Mastery, Occult [Trained Occultist], Household Magic, Magitech, The Craftsman, Portal Crafting

**Fusions & Upgrades**

[TRIUMPHANT], Deadpool+, Understanding, Maintenance, Repair, Solarpunk: "I SPEAK FOR THE TREES!!", Eclipse Punk, Endless Reserves, Merlin Reincarnated, Seeker of All That is Supernatural, Infinity (The Seven Deadly Sins), Magic Flux, Manifested Arcana, Built to Last

**Equipment & Items**

Mask x 1, Genetic Database

**Point Conversion**

+100 SP -200 CP x 1, +50 SP -100 CP x 1, +5 SP -10 CP x 1, +2 SP -4 CP x 1

Code

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Base Plot

Jon Snow dies beyond the wall. His body, the unity of Ice and Fire, is used by the Night King in a grand ritual that lasts an entire week. The end result is that the Wall comes crumbling down, and his power spreads all over the world! 

The effects of his curse start small, as the world slowly becomes colder and colder every day. The second effect of his curse is that his White Walkers and his Dead Army can bring anyone they kill back to life as a Zombie, and they are all mentally connected to each other in a hive mind that is always expanding. 

The Main Character, Anatheon Storm, a Bastard from the Stormlands, wakes up in his new body the day of the ritual started. He receives all this knowledge, but due to [Tinfoil Hat] and [Conspiracy Cap], nobody would ever believe him. He is sacrificed by Melisandre to bring King Stannis Baratheon prosperity, and he wakes up once more with all his powers listed above.

The Soulmate AU here is a "Red String of Fate" one. Everyone iis born with a soulmate, and the day you even catch a glimpse of them, a red string only visible to you two (or more, if more people), and that leads you to your soulmate. This is believed to be a blessing of the gods, and people of Westeros calls it The Maiden's Thread. When soulmates touch each other, everyone else can see the thread. 

Chapter Text

"No." 

One word, and his wife sighed in relief. His brother, Renly, also looked quite satisfied with his choice. Stannis himself sighed quietly within the confines of his own mind, feeling like he had made the right choice as Melisandre also nodded to him. 

He chose not to sacrifice his daughter. 

His brother, Renly, talked some sense into him and spoke of what he did not truly considered for a moment... instead of sacrificing his own daughter, why not sacrifice one of the cowardly men they had? One name in particular came to mind. 

"Anatheon Storm." Speaking his name, the people present at his table- his brother, who he found out didn't even want the Iron Throne in the first place, his wife, his knights, and the Red Priests of the Lord of Light alongisde the Red Priestess Melisandre -all seemed to realize why he chose that man. "He shall be the one to burn." 

Bastard son of Bryen Caron, of House Caron and Lord of Nightsong. Brother to Bryce Caron and Rolland Storm, who himself was a bastard yet was considered one of the good ones when he was compared to his brother... Anatheon Storm was a menace through and through, with the reputation of a drunkard and said to be one to sleep around brothels, he commited a crime by stealing from his late father and by murdering his own mother after being seen with the money he stole. He was shortly captured by Rolland Storm, who refused to even look at the man in sheer disgust.

A few more crimes were thrown at his face, such as the murder of a few more people and the raping of a young lass. For that his face had been scarred. A large gash of a sword cutting through one diagonal of his face to the other, how he didn't lose his eyes or nose nobody knows. 

But he did become an idiot after, so there was that.

Perfect to become a sacrifice, to be burned so his death may please the Lord of Light so he may illuminate the way for him and his soldiers on the way to Winterfell. 

"Well, I shall prepare the ritual, my lord." Melisandre bowed, and so did the other Red Priests that followed her, before they all left. 

If only he knew his choice would change the entire world...

"Fire and flame, hear my name." 

"Answer my call, for the light!"

"Come and burn, set our hearts aflame!"

"I shall great you with my heart!"

"Flame and fire, burning spire!"

'Well hell...' With a look of confusion and dread, he looked around. People wearing red robes had dragged him out of his "cell", which was the caged back of a wagon that he had been tied to. His wrists burned still from how tight the ropes on his wrists were, they cut blood circulation to his hands and made them freeze over thanks to the sheer cold around him. In fact, there was white as far as his eyes could see!

There were trees and shrubs, of course, but these trees and shrubs looked to be native to the area.

A very cold tundra place. 

He was also surrounded by what he could only describe as an army. Hundreds, thousands of people even, all watching as these people wearing red robes and dancing around him while singing in a tongue he could not understand but siunded somewhat... European. 

Then memories came flooding in.

'Oh, this is bad.' Apparently the guy he's now inhabiting was a piece of work. First of all, he was in a familiar world that he has heard of before and now was cursed to live in- the archaic and backwater world of A Song of Ice and Fire also known as the series Game of Thrones. He was born a bastard, and that gave him a harder time than most smallfolk already had. 

Worse? Anatheon Storm- which was this guy's name -was pretty much born with a few brain cells missing here and there because he was not the sharpest tool in the shed. In fact, he was quite the dull man who followed his desires more than his thoughts, which led him to doing some fucked up shit like stealing from his dead noble father and running from home. 

He didn't rape anyone. He didn't murder his mother. 

He was framed, but even Anatheon himself didn't know who did such things and he never even thought of looking for who did it- he was captured by his own brother Rolland Storm, and he was now being sacrificed to the Lord of Light in front of the entire army of Stannis Baratheon. His eyes traced the people who were dancing, their wrists were cut and their blood splattered the ground as they danced... from what Anatheon Storm knew of the world, this world was a bit different than the one he was vaguely familiar with. 

First of all, people believed in something called The Maiden's Threads, which is a red thread that guides you to the one you're meant to be with... And that just sounds like a Soulmate AU to his hardcore Fanfic reader heart. Well, there was of course the typical "oh no I don't want to be with this person" drama, the usual "men and men is a sin in the eyes of the seven", etc etc etc. Since Anatheon Storm wasn't fully up there in his head, he just went with the flow of the world, so there were many things he didn't know and just didn't care.

Anyways, back to the matter at hand.

"Wait, what?" A beautiful red haired woman stepped forward as her fellow red priests started to dance and fall to the ground, bloodloss catching up to them, but each of them fell around his body tied to this black wooden pole. His wrists bound by rope, his torso bound by chains, and his feet bound by heavy rocks that crushed him. "AAARRRGGGHHH!" He screamed bloody murder when a sharp and sudden pain stabbed him through the stomach. It was a burning, red hot spear that was in itself also bleeding strongly. 

But its blood was black. 

Melisandre stood before him. He knew her name, he knew her face, and he knew what she was... Apparently Anatheon Storm feared this woman greatly. "Lord of Fire, Lord of Light. Accept this offering, guide us to our destination." She held the spear that had impaled him and let go of it, allowing the spear to stick to his body as she continued singing, tracing her feet over the blood of her fallen comrades, which she used to draw a crude spear on the ground that was pointed directly at him too. "Guide us, I beg of you, take us to our path!" 

"Fuck! You bitch‐" He gasped, his eyes watering as yet another spear sank through his body, right on his throat. His eyes widened and he gagged as his voice suddenly burned out of him. 

And then came the flames. 

Burning alive was a pain that he felt through his entire damn body, every cell, every nerve ending was alight with agony so supreme he couldn't even think from the sheer amount of pain he was in. And he could tell, something deep within him could tell, that this pain was much worse than it should've been... the black liquid that was pumped into his body through the spears that pierced him were keeping him alive for longer, so his pain and misery could be amplified and whatever entity these fuckers had been praying for could answer.

As his pain reached a certain crescendo, something broke. 

Knowledge flooded his mind as the pain receeded, and he found himself floating above an endless darkness as far as his eyes could see. Before him stood a book, and it opened itself for him, and each page showed him something new... Technology, magic, a mixture of both, drawbacks he'd have to deal with, certain perks that were anchored to his very conceptual existence and thus would constantly work no matter what, skills he never even learned before came to mind with all their necessary instincts, and his soul sang a song of renewal.

He learned something too. 

Jon Snow, the Song of Ice and Fire, was dead. As of today, the moment he had been tied to this wooden post, the Night King had taken his corpse and started a ritual that would last for a week. This week, the air and the world would grow colder and colder, until he unlocked his true power and the Wall would shatter. He would become the brain of a hive mind that involved every single dead person or entity he had on hand, alongside their magic and powers.... because after he died and returned to life, magic in this world will fully awaken.

Ancient Bloodlines will find new powers, eldritch monsters and gods will crawl out of the seas, the very sky will become aloft with beings of magic, while the entire world freezes over thanks to the Night King blocking out the sun. The ground would split open and the earth would become hollow, the zombies would learn and easily imitate humans to fool people into allowing them into their encampments, and so much worse. Nobody will believe his words because of the [Tinfoil Hat] and [Conspiracy Cap] drawbacks, only when they see physical proof of the things he's talking about.

And to make it all worse...

He was also allergic to bananas now. 

"Hah..." With an exhale, the pain returned. His burnt and blackened flesh started knitting itself closed, his brain returned to normal, and his hot chains that had burned his bones black started burning his growing flesh instead. "Flames Out." [Merlin Reincarnated] and [Endless Reserves] aided [Household Magic] so much hat a simple spell to turn off a candle or cooking flame immediately eliminated all flames from his body. 

He hummed for a moment, his eyes locking with the army that surrounded him. All the powers he had needed preparation. His only viable magic right now that did not require a ritual was [Household Magic] and... He looked over at a tree. 

[Master of the Green]. 

All he had to do was touch it... and he could turn it into a bunch of things he would need. He could feel all plants within a kilometer of himself, and he could control them as long as he touched them. The combination from his [Olympic] perk alongside his [Professional Athlete] bonus skill from [Parkour] (adding in [Ambidextrous], [Hand-Eye Coordination], and [Exercise] did that), and his other [Frankenstein] perk made his body beyond peak human. His [Deadpool+] upgrade to his regular [Deadpool] power made his body regenerate faster than he could damage it, so when he pulled the shackles apart he felt the chains holding them together break apart. 

"So..."

He said out loud, reaching out with his hand and whispering a "Candlelight" spell under his breath from the [Household Magic], creating a long and bright vermilion red flame. Just from casting his first spell from this type of magic made it stronger, so by casting more [Household Magic], he made not only himself stronger but the school of magic itself by the combination of [Merlin Reincarnated] and [Magic Flux] creating a small feedback loop.

"You asked for safe passage to Winterfell, did you not?" 

He reached out and used [Manifested Arcana] to solidify the magical crimson fire into a long sword that looked like it came out of a dream, focusing [Infinity (Seven Deadly Sins)] into the blade and willing it to be permanent, [Build to Last] sneaking in too. His own [Endless Reserves] did not feel any dip into his reserves- in fact, they got even bigger than before. Almost negligible was the size of its increase, but he felt it regardless. He leaned hard on his [Harmful] skill alongside his [Politics] skill to cause social and moral damage to the fucker's army, while also leaning on his [Aggression] skill too. 

"Well, the answer is..."

Pause for dramatic effect.

"No."