I’ve remade this OC a few times now, and I gotta say, I am always surprised by the fact that people follow me. People actually enjoy Genevieve’s backstory and how I play her, and that truly means a lot. I’ve never considered myself a “good” writer, and it’s you guys that keep me coming back to do my replies day after day. You all motivate me to keep writing Genevieve and develop her as I go.

Anyways, without further ado, here are the people that I will follow through thick and thin~

This is very short, but it does go out to the people that I adore and look up to. Thank you all for following and supporting me. It truly does mean so much to me.

Okay, so I’ve hit two follower milestones and I have been meaning to do something like this again for a while. I love all my followers and all the people I follow and all the people I follow with, but there is an awful lot of you, so these are more special mentions than anything. But if you’re not in here it doesn’t mean I don’t adore you. It is also entirely likely I have stupidly missed you off the list

Family Those I’ve role-played with a lot or for a long time

offireandsnow the-liars-you-love nxtalady fireyfreewoman ofliesandarborgold winterfellsnowdrifts jorjayna-stark khaleesiof-dragons kingofthelannisterpride  thexwitchxclegane cerseilionesslannister abrokenlittlebird theintendedone 

Duty Those who I haven’t role-played with very often but our characters are already jazzing along and tearing our hearts out or bonding beautifully.

tullyredbride flayedxman tullyheir lionessesoftherock loyalxlioness rosalinatyrell killedafatboy robbstarkphd learnedtolovethebeast ivxryandsteel ificannotfly wxlfblooded theknightwithouthonor thesunviper xyoungwolf feralkingrickon tyrellsgoldenson artisticangela theladyelia 

Honour Those who I’m just starting to roleplay with

nxtdead-justbrxken inkxandxparchment laughing-lion beautifulanddignified thesunviper neverlietoyou firebeyondthewall

Winter is Coming Those I admire but haven’t yet had the chance to write with or the chance to write much

ironxson lionxknight celticfate sansa-littledove clxgane audeamxs cunningxbeauty stoodtallasaking queenxfmoons rickonofwinter thekingrenly kissxdbyfire artfulprecision maimedlion lordoflions

                                      F R I E N D S H I P & bravery,                                                        much more important things ;;              so i’ve been meaning to make one of these for a while now. but i’m hella lazy              so i have been putting it off for longer than i should have. somehow, i’ve              reached 700 followers in an incredible small amount of time since remaking              my blog. how the hell did this happen? it’s overwhelming how much love i              daily receive on this blog. you guys don’t know just how happy all of you              make me. and i wish i could befriend all of you and get to know you guys as              well as i feel i know some of you. but do remember this: i think you are all              wonderful and special and i adore you all, from the bottom of my heart. i              would never have even dreamt of ever being so welcomed and accepted              here. so this is just a little reminder that i appreciate and love you rays of              sunshines, and a little thank you note for sticking with me through thick &              thin and lots of things i now regret. hermione and i have both grown and              matured and we are both so grateful for your support.                                     D U M B L E D O R E ’ S                 A R M Y ;;              dxtective, regalae, lionwithin, astormcrow, regnumverus, tryingkindness,              crxzyeyes, crxnus/rxborn, wottcher, delacourre, ofmurders, offireandrebellion,              onemansinsanity-onecatsreality, bloodthirstygod, sherhood, charcoalwings,              thefellowshipofthemuses, ofdevoted, xmagizoologist, constantquibbling,               theweaselette, thesternprofessor, slytherrus, drxmeda, thedragonweasley,              stoxmborn, letumrex, legsyes, prxncecharming.         O F                                       G R Y F F I N D O R ;;              desmefsi, despxcable, dismalscience, spareprinsesse, rhomru,              matremmalfoy, mattdxnovan, magnxto, queenxcersei, malevolentqueen,              xninths, lipsticklxsbian, queenxregina, quimedicus, mxdic, mxrvolo, calis-vol              immortalcorrupter, alwaysreturns, treatmxnt, lvpyn, loyalgiant, intxnse,              tormentinhonor, vowsunbroken, heiressofdorne, unseenmockingjay,              affinityforsecrets, oathsayer, ofdiscord, kovotojas, vyalost, viewtokill,               ahbutimavillain, thedarknesstohislight, tuerii, metamorphmaguus, mercying,              theyoungsir, mayorbelle, dominatrick, witchyblackcat, hedonistique, lxgique,              pondiism, primapariah, emilyyprentis, empathd, fortisgilbert,              romanaofheartshaven, aprofoundduplicity, impossiblesass,              anicelybandiedword,  stoodtallasaking, pugfaced, pureneville, intxrcisus,              miraavx, darkinherheart, actualproperclara, clawsofwit, scottiish, parasiitic,              xornalista.

                            again: thank you all so much for everything. i                             don’t know where i’d be without your support                             and your love. and i just. i don’t know. i struggle                             to put into words how much i care and how                             much this blog makes me so happy. there are                             a lot of people i am probably forgetting. but yes.                             you are all appreciated, and i hope that this                             makes you feel even a tiny bit of what you guys                             make me feel daily. thank you. ♡

Of Wars and Alliance — Henry || Tyrion

It quickly became clear that Tyrion was sharp and had a wit to match. It would not be easy to gain information such as that if he chose to keep it to himself. Henry had no doubt that the knowledge was known to the Imp. Yet he expected nothing less than the answer he received. Perhaps in due time he would gather the truth of the matter—the Lannisters were not the only ones with spies and informants.

He let it go, nodding “I would believe it of Renly sooner than Stannis. While I cannot claim to have known either well, it is known that Stannis was loyal. The matter was a curiosity, and I will take your word,”. A sip of the fine wine before he continued “Now, an alliance. I see great reason to agree. As our fathers were and as I have been to Westeros, you shall continue to have me allied with House Lannister and the Iron Throne.”

The smile doesn't only appear in order of the taste of delicious wine, but of the response and confirmation he had received from the King. The man was reasonable compared to most, which had been Tyrion's first observation. He was lead into a good agreement from the man, seeing him as a better ally than most.

"As would I, and I do know them, but not extensively. Robert's relations with them had been...scarce to say the least." Tyrion swallowed another drink. "I thank you for your acceptance of the alliance, King Henry. It is but an honour to be a partner to you." Tyrion lowered his head for a moment, but sat back. "But my first request is to inquire on where you got this wine. It's divine."

Sephone nodded and smiled at him. “We are from the North. My family manages a small portion in the North. It’s almost to The Wall. Perhaps 60 miles or so.” She gave a sweet smile once more to the man before standing up. She was tall, though she looked like a woman from the South rather than from the North.

Tyrion's gaze was small when he raised it back to watch her stand up. Her legs long, face structured and her voice relaxed. He couldn't help but feel uncomfortable with all the unfamiliarity, though he often embraced it. Seemed unsafe, but he knew he must try to speak with her.

"Ah, I have not heard of your family, but a pleasure again. You do not look as though you are from the North...might you prefer Southern customs? They are quite appealing."

                ❝ She would’ve been safer here, ❞ he                  mutters softly.  ❝ She is my sister, I am                 to protect her aren’t I? And yet now she                 is where mother will never let me go, if                 something happens to her— I can’t do a-                 nything. ❞ And she was so young the l-                 ast time he had seen her, through the w-                 indow in his room, watching her small fi-                 gure shaking on the boat as it had sailed                  her away to Dorne.  It was the day he h-                 ad hated his mother most for; for Edric                  had a right, to see his baby sister before                 she was practically shipped off for marr-                 iage.  But no, the slightest indication that                 his health was declining, and he was lo-                 cked away.  

                Standing, the boy is tall for his age yes,                 but thin, lacking muscle, and lanky; his                 hair is dark like his father’s, and is tied                  in the back loosely with a strip of fabric.                 His clothes, are of dark colors, hinted                  with gold thread around the cuffs and c-                 ollar.  His father’s colors, though there                  are Lannister tapestry’s on his walls an-                 d a cloak of red velvet hanging over a                 chair at a desk, in which he writes at                  often, whilst looking out the window it                 sits in front of.

                Pale fingers rack through his dark hair,                 before looking back towards his small                  uncle.  ❝ If my mother or brother finds                 out, it will be you under their scrutiny                 do you wish to risk that? If you are, t-                 han… no it wouldn’t be harmful, and I                 would rather.. enjoy more visitors than                 just my brother and mother as short &                 unlikely as they are to come. ❞

      His jaw seemed to clench from the simple notion, knowing that Edric may or may not have meant to offend him. It was reasonable for the boy to be angered with the decision, as he had often been told of a brother's relationship with a younger sister. Not just of one's duty, but of love. There is a bond in which an older sibling makes to a younger which is often stronger than most. Tyrion could not place a finger on it, since he was not at liberty to say he knew so.

                 "I would not have made the risk if                  I did not know what it entailed.                  Myrcella is a sweet, sweet girl                  who deserves to live, and                  freedom from the chains which could                  have enslaved her."       Tyrion pauses to his comment.

                 "I have taken this position, knowing                  full well what the costs are,                  no one seems to trust that."       A smirk plays off his lips.

Her head snapped around to look at him, eyes still teary but with a slight glint of hope at his suggestion. “You would do that?” she asked of him, wary that this would be another trick. What if they had all been lying? What if Sansa was dead too and this was to be sprung on her also? She merely had to hope, hope that the Imp was the best of a twisted crowd, and hope that he was being honest with her.

"My lord," she started, "I would be very grateful if you could make that so," she told him, clutching at the arms of her chair tightly, nerves coming over her. What relief would Sansa feel to hear that she was arrived? She would no longer be the only one left, as she more than likely had thought she would be. 

He could not deny himself a kinder expression when seeing the way she reacted to him. She was struck with hope, but also with caution, as she should be. To the girl's mind, he was just any other Lannister, someone who stood in her way. Not that he didn't, but he made no terms to hurt her or Sansa. Innocents inside of a wider scaled war.

"I will all I can. Lady Jorjayna." Tyrion's tone was relaxed.

His thoughts did reach out to her, even though he felt a sense of inferiority when it was in affliction to siblings. Not many understood someone better than a sibling. Along with needing someone, siblings often filled that void of loneliness. Often, not always.

       demand and arrangement.

       it could scarce be said that arya was a woman grown ; old for her years,        and war-hardened, certainly, but she knew little of the machinations of        marriage, and cared even less. what was clear to her, even then, was the        meaning behind those three words — that neither sansa nor the imp had        wanted it. sansa wouldn’t have liked that at all, she thought. sansa, who        had wanted to marry a handsome, gallant prince. sansa, who had wanted        to marry for love.

       still … if sansa was unhappy, it meant she was alive — and if arya knew her        sister at all, she would stay alive purely to spite anyone who had dared to        make her miserable. wariness fought with defiant resolve to harden arya’s         features anew, yet some uncertainty lingered in the hold of her gaze.

‘but you’re with me, and not with her.                          did she send you away so soon — ?’

     The arrangement of words was meant to hurt him. If only she'd known any truth of the matter, as it would constitute more sense to her senseless statement. Young in reality, but harsh and old in mind this young wolf was. Was not that her mind wander away from the truth that the Imp fretted, but that there would be a seeking for the truth within the truth.

               "Your sister is kind enough to allow me                by her side from time to time,                even if she is unsure of her liking                towards my presence. I am                grateful for such a thing and                I treat her well."

Escape

She was still kind of woozy from being in a box for so long, but she managed a smile. Sansa would take this any day over being stuck in King’s Landing.

"I am well, My Lord. And yourself?"

Even out of court, when they were both disgraced, it was hard for Sansa to drop the courtesies. They were her armor and her weapons. 

His expression was not one to show kindness or acceptance, but it was one which seemed relaxed and paced in thought. Her courtesies were what Tyrion had anticipated, as they had been forced and pressed into her mind, something that could very rarely be altered.

"Could be better, though the sea air has never been such a smell I was pleased with." Though his smile was faint, it was still existent.

“Yα’ll αre ѕoмe crαzy вιтcнeѕ.”

Yo, so in honor of the vast and amazing support you guys have given me over the last few months, and since I have a job and finanicial aid and junk, I figured I need to give something back to you all.

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