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-loud mockingbird noises- I cannot believe I’ve reached this amazing milestone, I don’t know where all of you amazing individuals came from but thank you. Thank you for motivating me to continuing writing this challenging, wonderful, stubborn twat muse of mine. I honestly feel blessed to have such a wonderful following. I don’t deserve any of you and yet you remain. Thank you again. Please do not feel discouraged if you are not on here — if I could follow everyone, I would x.x.

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                     I’ve been here for — what, two months? —, a muse                      I have made on a  whim, with the actual intention to                      get away from my current blog back then, a mess of                      two muses and no tags. And now I am here, at a mile-                      stone I would never ever have imagined to pass, on                      any blog. I’ve been around for a while and I can be                      proud to say that the asoiaf fandom has been the                      most welcoming one I have experienced. I love every                      single day on here and I am glad I chose this muse.                      Anyways, before this gets too feelsy here is a list of                      people I love, RP with and admire. I have tried my best                      to include everyone, but sadly I am only human, so if                      you’re not on here don’t worry, you will still have my                       undying love.

most beautiful weirdos

goldorred Milla, I cannot express how grateful I am for knowing you and how much I love you. Just let me tell you that I feel it with every inch of my heart. I promise one day I will come over and kiss you. I appreciate talking to you, so so much. If it is yelling chatting about random shit or actually talking about life, I am so glad to have you.

thatfunnywhore I love you Liz, I love you I love you I love you. Please stay in my life forever, I just adore our talks and our talk talks, you are such an amazing friend and it’s really sad you don’t RP Shae anymore.

qxeencersei Rach, my beautiful Rach. I hope you know that I’m always there for you if you  need me — which you don’t, of course, because you are powerful and independent, a true lioness.

iwillnotcringe A person I have grown to really admire is this Eli. Ooc as well as ic you are you are such an awesome badass superwoman, I really look up to you. Legit, you’re one of the few if not the only person who appears cool saying ‘lmao’.

egoxistic Dear Joff, believe me when I tell you that you are such an amazing roleplayer and I just love talking to you, no matter about what. And for some reason it makes me very happy seing you happy. I wish you good luck and much fun at con ♥

lordoflions SHOUTOUT TO CONAL WITH THE SUPERADORABLE FACE: YOU ARE SUCH AN ADMIRABLE AND KIND PERSON, AND I LIVE FOR YOUR SMEXY MUSE.

[Also, Allie @ ificannotfly, I’m really looking forward to our wedding (I don’t care if you are already married); it is going to be so amazing being married to such a smart, talented, and funny person. #AlunaOTPofOTPs]

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most appreciated RP partners

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Bran + Sansa | I Need you Now More Than Ever

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                            It is not, she wants to say. Rage, rage                          and despair washes through her, a viol-                          ent wave that even the Gods were moved.                          But what use would her wailing be, but                           a loud alarm for the Seven? Gods do not                          feel guilty, shamed of regretful. Those are                          only humans. And they are in the house                           of lions, with their keen noses for blood.

                             In the self-imposed silence, she walks                           with Bran the short distance, feeling the                           saltine tracks down her cheeks cool with                           the airy afternoon breeze. Sansa almost                           wants to protest when Bran takes up the                           cloth to wipe her first but in the end, she                           bites her cheek and allows it, face feeling                           hot in the way that meant imminent tears.

                             ”Robb will save us. He will win,” Sansa                          whispers into his hair, before pressing a                           light kiss upon his crown. By putting some                          distance between them, she can study his                          outfit critically. Wipe away some dust, fix                          his collar and try and muster up a smile. In                          the distance, the dinner bells ring. 

                             ”Come now. They’re calling for us.”

♛✗ ▏He knew that he had to be strong           they both did, and he knew that           it was only a matter of time before           people began to judge them. He            nodded in hope of their elder brother           saving them as she claimed that he           would, and he sighed in relief. ❝Of           course he will. ❞            He nodded a second time when she           mentioned the fact that people were           going to begin looking for them. He           marched with her out of the lavatories           and towards the dining hall, knowing            it was only a matter of time before the           whispers would begin.

(Yay crappy graphic!)

So. Wow. When I started this blog in May, I honestly didn’t think it would go anywhere. I’d never RPed anyone in ASOIAF before, it was made on a whim, and I thought that I would play Tywin so badly and that it wouldn’t take too long for me to abandon this blog. Thank whatever powers that be that I was wrong. I have had so so so much fun playing Tywin, and I have met some brilliant people in this community. Everyone I’ve interacted with are the best and I love them all. And those I haven’t interacted with, I observe stalk from a distance and love on them as well. So all in all, the past three months or so have been absolutely fantastic and I thank each and every one of you for it. Especially with the way I am with replies - slow as heck. And I am so very sorry for that.

Please don’t be offended if you’re not on this list. I’m a poop and I truly do love all of you.

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I’ve had this blog for possibly two weeks now and I recently hit the 300 followers mark which is absolutely incredible. I’m flattered that so many people want to follow me. I’ve also been so amazed by the talent in this fandom and the interactions that I have been able to have with you all.

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  Myrcella shrugged. “Maybe you don’t…but your body is saying you’re ready. Children isn’t the only reason to do it…” She said calmly.

▷ He blushed even harder than he was before, ❝T-Then why do it?❞ He found himself realizing he probably didn't truly want an answer, only his mind had asked before it could truly catch up.

           Sometimes, it felt as if Alayne’s life had been reduced               to caring for Sweetrobin every waking moment, or               even when she was asleep. It was tiresome and               bothersome and unwanted but she had not right               to tell him no, not when she was a bastard child               and he the heir to the Vale,                                         { regardless of how long all thought he wouldn’t last. }

           And that implied making sure that his fits                       would not get out of hand.

    ❝ Father, I wish only to inform that the maester has finally— ❞

                      — but the words deterred themselves in her throat as               she saw the person in the room. He was not Lord Baelish,               more like someone her mind thought she should know               but was locked away in the back of it, somewhere where               she couldn’t nor wanted to visit…

    ❝ I apologize, my lord, I thought I would find Lord Baelish in here.                               I can see now that is not the case. ❞                                                                                                        and she curtsied,                                                                                                        as should anyone standing                                                                                                        before one of higher rank.     ❝ Would you like me to fetch you some Arbor Gold while you              await the Lord Protector? ❞

  ▏▷ Rumors had brought him here. He hadn't truly         believed what he had heard, but he had to see         it for himself. Sansa. His long lost sister--she had         disappeared from King's Landing--was here, in         the Vale. Bran's job was to bring her home, to         make Winterfell theirs again. His brother was the         only Stark in Winterfell while he was away, and         that meant he needed to return as quickly as          possible.                                Finding Sansa was a little bit of a shock to                                his system, he could barely believe that she                                was one in the same. He would have recognized                                her anywhere, but his heart sunk as he realized                                the same could not be said in return.                          What had they done to her?                                     His Sansa, his eldest sister.                                Staring for a few moments longer than he had intended,               Bran took both of her hands in his own, ❝I have come for              y o u dearest sister...I have come to return you to our home.❞

Bran + Sansa | I Need you Now More Than Ever

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                                  She thinks of the rumors, vile and                            so very convincing, of the Lannister twins,                            the Queen and her white-cloaked brother                            and Sansa can’t help but think, in a split-                            second bout of hysteria, that mayhaps she                            can understand what would drive them to                            each other. Mayhaps, she cannot judge                            their all-consuming everything when she                            herself feels one step short of crawling into                            Bran to hide between the crevices of his arms.                                   But that is silly talk and they are not                             Targaryens. Instead, Sansa allows herself                             but a moment to rest her head before she                             cleared her throat and blinked away the                             pain, storing it instead in a small locked                              chest by her stuttering heart.

                                   ”Come now, we will have to wash our                              faces— oh, Bran. I’ve rumpled your clothes!”

♛✗ ▏Feeling Sansa's embrace he clung           back to her heavily. He heard her           words as she at last pulled back            and shook his head, ❝It is fine...❞           he mentioned as they walked down           the hallway towards the wash room.           He looked both ways before stepping           inside with her, shutting the door. He           went to the water that was laid out           and took a rag, beginning to wash at           her face, trying to get the puffiness           to ebb away, even though he knew           it was probably no use. His own eyes           were much the same, and he gave           up after a few moments.          ❝Everything will be alright....❞ He           insisted, as he leaned against his           sister giving up after a long moment          of trying. He put the rag back, and           wrapped his arms around her. He          didn't want to go out there...he didn't          want to face Joffrey. Not even for a          second.

Bran + Sansa | Forever Entwined AU

  —♛ A soft smile pries at her features. In a world where no wars have ravaged the kingdom since the time of the Mad King, no marital alliances were needed and marriage was surely only for love— And how could she not love a handsome and gentlemanly lord, or a brave and heroic knight.

It was no secret that as the daughter of the Stark name, whose ties were firmly seated with the Baratheon house, that she was most likely to marry the firstborn son of the noble house— Making her the queen. Queen Sansa Baratheon of the Stark house. First of her name and adored queen of the seven kingdoms. She already had it all planned out. Her life would be idyllic, one that only the most esteemed ladies would ever have the opportunity to live… A life similar to Queen Cersei, who she so greatly idolised. 

She had heard tales— legends— that the palaces of King’s Landing were greater in size than Winterfell itself. King’s Landing was a glorious place in her childlike eyes, even though she had yet to even see it for herself.

"Of course I love Winterfell, it’s my home." She stated simply, "you, Robb, Jon and Arya are my home."

Her smile grew, “when I am married to His Grace, I will have a hundred rooms built for you… I’ll never leave you, Bran.” 

♛ ▏▷ She didn't understand..how could she possibly understand how much all of this hurt him? He found his heart breaking as he listened to her words, and his fingers clutched at the blanket. He wasn't enough, of course he wasn't...how could he have been? He would never be anything in her eyes, merely her brother. She probably didn't even get the stupid tingling, feelings inside of her gut, like the jealous twinges he was receiving right now. couldn't she see it? He shook his head, the last person he ever wanted touching her was a King. Normal lords like himself were enough, but someone so far above their own rank? It was unthinkable. ♛ ▏▷ ❝No. You can't marry him....you can't leave me for him....❞ His voice trailed off, and tears welled in his eyes. He had never met the Prince, but from all he he heard whispered about the boy, he was a brat. He was worse than any Winterfell lord, or lady. There was no telling what would happen if she were so far from him. His eyes remained downcast, and his fingertips trembled, harder than he could have imagined possible. ❝I can't bear it...please don't talk about leaving...please...❞ He tried not to cry in front of her, he hated when she viewed him as a baby, but he couldn't help it. She wanted to leave. 

  "Bran, the feelings you are getting are normal! It means you are growing up. My mother told me that when you get these feelings, its your body telling you you aren’t a boy any more, but you are becoming a man." Myrcella explained patiently. Myrcella gestured to the front of Bran’s nightgown. "Your body wanted you to put that" she gestured back to the spot where her legs met. "In the spot between my legs, inside. If you had, it is possible you could have gotten me with child,  but since you didn’t. There is no danger.”

▷ The way she spoke about such things without shame brought his heart thumping. He didn't understand why she carried no shame for all that he had wanted to do, he knew that his body longed for more...he just hadn't know the extent to which it longed. When she mentioned children he blushed profusely, shaking his head his eyes widened, ❝B-But...n-no...I c-couldn't want t-that....my b-body couldn't long for t-that...❞ He didn't understand his feeling yet, or his emotions, everything was simply so new to him. 

Bran + Sansa | I Need you Now More Than Ever

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                       The death of childhood, the death                   of innocence- it’s a moment that she                   wishes on no one, a tragedy that’s so                   harrowing she cannot bear witness                   it a second time. Not in her own brother.                   Not in Bran whose soul aged far beyond                   theirs, who lived in the melancholic cold                   of winters past— he bruises so easy.

                                       { much like her, pink peach                                               skin marred with black prints                                             shaped like the flat of a blade. }

                       Rickon didn’t even get to have the                   childhood— not with father and mother                   and all his loving brothers and sisters.

                      “We’ll protect each other,” whispers                   Sansa into the curvature of his shoulders.                   We’ll stick together, the way wolves do. I’ll                   keep you safe, and you’ll keep me sane.                   Sansa hugs Bran to her, holding him close                   for a long moment as she sends a prayer                   up to the Gods for safekeeping of Rickon.                   Mayhaps father will find him and they will                   not be alone as they wait for everyone else.

                        “Stay with me. I’ll sneak you back in                   after we’ve supped with His Grace.”

♛✗ ▏He wouldn’t have left her, not even if she           had begged, pleaded, and had him dragged           from her chambers. He would have returned           he would have stayed. He needed to stay.            She was the only person that could keep            him from falling to pieces. He wasn’t crying           any longer, he couldn’t find it in himself to            cry. Rickon was lost, his home—their home—           was lost, and even their own father was lost.           There was nothing left except tragedy, and           more loss. His heart was pounding against           the inside of his chest as he continued to            attempt to understand, and recover from            all that had happened, but he couldn’t. He           would never understand why this had had to           happen to his family.     ▷     The gods were no longer merciful, and they          no longer watched over him. He was a lost           cause, and so was his sister. They were two          broken pieces to a puzzle, and he knew that          regardless of their placement they would never          truly be whole, for pieces of the puzzle were          lost forevermore.  ❝I would never leave you          alone, not after this.❞ He pressed a soft kiss          to her cheek, and linked their arms, knowing          that they needed to be strong, and appear as          though they hadn't been crying, even though          they had. The supper hall would look to them          to see their reactions, and he wouldn't have          thier mother have to hear--if it did get back to          their remaining family--that her children were          anything but strong in the face of death. He           stepped arm in arm, out of her room, and           walked with her down the long hallway, towards          dinner. They were making a statement, and           when they arrived all eyes were on them.  

    Shae paused mid-step, eyebrow quirking as her ears picked up on a whimper coming from the young Lord. She had offered to check on her lady’s younger brother this particularly bright morning and now the air in his room felt thick with awkward feeling. Bran appeared frozen in place but she knew he could sense her presence, had caught him glimpse her out of the corner of his eye.

“Good morning, Lord Stark,” Shae padded lightly over to the bed, keeping her voice calm and steady, no hint at all that she knew exactly what she had stumbled upon as she caught his innocent eyes.  

♛✗ ▏▷ Watching her pause she didn't seem to notice anything at all. His hand was frozen against his now softening prick, and his cheeks were still the colour of blood, but somehow she didn't even seem to skip a beat. There had to be something wrong with him...something that had made him this way, and that no one had caught yet. Did he had an illness? Or was he losing his mind entirely? He couldn't understand what was causing the way he felt...the way he could so easily become aroused, and why she was the reason for all of this. How were her movements so incredibly...arousing to him? He could already feel that tingling feeling starting again, simply because she was standing right there. ▷  He wondered if she knew, she seemed not to, but at the same time her eyes were lingering on him. He couldn't tell her that he had....wet the bed, or whatever it was that had happened. The bed was soaked either way, and he knew that the sheets needed to be changed, so he slid further under the covers, and almost whispered to her, ❝I t-think the s-sheets need to be c-changed.❞ It was humiliating, his cheeks were on fire, and he still wasn't sure he could come out from under the covers, without revealing his soaked nightgown as well. 

  "Nothing is wrong with you." Myrcella insisted. "Bran…." She suddenly realized the gravity of the situation, and Bran’s words.

"Oh! You mean you didn’t understand?" She asked, concerned. "No one has spoken to you?" He seemed like he knew what he was doing… Myrcella wrongly assumed.

▷ A flush crept across his cheeks as she questioned him about whether anyone had spoken to him. Was he meant to be spoken to? About wanting to rub himself against people? One person in particular? Was it not wrong what he was doing? What it okay? NO. His septa had told him it was wrong, so therefore it was incredibly W R O N G. He couldn't believe differently, he was a bad person. Terrible.  ❝W-What do you mean?❞ He whispered slowly, cautiously.