hiatus
indefinitely.
work and school trying to kill me i swear
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indefinitely.
work and school trying to kill me i swear
I never came over you If only I had never discovered this feeling for you.
king of the ashes. a petyr baelish playlist on spotify. mostly a dark folk/rock vibe. track list reaches over 60 songs and growing.
the villain - mesita // if i had a heart - fever ray // fire - barns courtney // vengeance - zack hemsey // legendary - welshly arms // kings - tribe society // voodoo child - brick + mortar // ain’t no grave - johnny cash // take it all - ruelle // me, i’m not - nine inch nails // scars - boy epic // gold - imagine dragons // arsonist’s lullabye - hozier // raise hell - dorothy // control - halsey // little monster - royal blood // black mambo - glass animals // electric man - rival sons // …and others. adding songs regularly.
change is never easy
you fight to hold on
you fight to let go
❝ I can never tell if you’re lying. I can never trust my gut when it comes to you. ❞
@fifthbornforrester sent from x ;; always accepting all memes!
Petyr let the outer corner of his mouth, just on one side, curl up. It was interesting to hear someone call out the possibility he might not be honest. As if anyone in Kings Landing, in Westoros, was honest. “And what do you do, when you cannot trust your gut?” Petyr looked right in Talia’s eyes.
Your daughter will do well in the capital. Such a beauty shouldn’t stay hidden up here forever.
And what do you want?
Everything.
Mira had been in the south for awhile and the same faces began to start reappear from day to day.His was one of them. She changed his water and sheets in his room, nearly every week but still had no idea what his name was.”Sir? May I ask you a question if you dont mind..”Mira said in a soft unsure voice.
Petyr looked up from the ledger and at the young handmaiden, a Forrester girl befriending Maergery Tyrell in a den of Lannisters. Offering her a friendly smile, he accepted her request to speak. “What might you ask?” he said, both an answer to her request and a request of his own.
“I was just wondered what your name might be?” She said, looking at him from across the room, her basket in her hand.“I just thought, if I see you a lot may as well know your name.” She mused, aloud to him.She did want to know what to call him, since she saw him everyday.
“Lord Baelish,” he offered, smiling at her. “And you, Mira, why do you ask. We see a lot of many people in King’s Landing, but we don’t ask them all their names.” Her voice was faraway, not enraptured in portraying something but laid honestly for what it was. Honesty was a rare mistake in the capital.
“Lord Baelish.”Mira smiled, and nodded.She would try and engrave the name into her mind, she would hate to ask the man again.”The thought of knowing everyone’s name is one that pleases me,Lord Baelish.If you choose to speak to me.It be ideal to know your name.Don’t you agree?”
Mira was quite charming. Charm without guile didn’t mean the girl was utterly without motive, yet she seemed to be honest in her desires to know his name. “Well, Lady Forrester, I do agree. My name is Petyr.”
Alayne Baelish. The Lady of Fingers. Lord Baelish`s wife. Littlefinger`s mother
“What should you be called?” “I … I could call myself after my mother…” “Catelyn? A bit too obvious … but after my mother, that would serve. Alayne. Do you like it?” “Alayne is pretty.” Sansa hoped she would remember. (x)
ros voice: *chinhands* ur a terrible boss :D [ @redheadedwhore- listen, i tried to shut her up, but she insisted. ]
“That’s not one I hear often,” Petyr said with a hint of amusement in his voice. “Tell me, what are your grievances?”
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Fortune drops out of the sky and onto our doorstep. Convenient, is it not?
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“Rarely do I believe in conveniences,” Petyr said with an exhale, closing the line of his lips for a moment and speaking quietly. “At least, not those I don’t bring to life.” He smirked.
“How can someone so twisted have so few scars?” Petyr sucked in a breath and narrowed his eyes with disgust and confusion.
Ramsay fucking Bolton had a northern madness and battle heat that were a dangerous combination. Bare chested in the snow, covered in blood that didn’t belong to him, he was a fierce opponent and a confusing foe.
He was the biggest sin that Petyr could encounter. Ramsay Bolton was unpredictable.
Shipwrecked: We were on a three hour cruise, now we're the only survivors.
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Three hours of luxury left us discarded onto the coast. “Sansa Stark,” Petyr called out, loud and emphatic, though she was slightly closer than shouting distance required. When he was at her on the sand shore, he held her shoulders. “Are you okay, Ms. Stark?” His accent was thick, Petyr’s voice burning in the salt air and scratches against his lungs from making it to the coast. Bodies hadn’t washed up yet and he didn’t want to keep them there long enough to spook her. “Take my hand, let’s get out of here now,” Petry said quickly, pulling her up. Her tattered dress and the sun on her ivory skin made her look like she was born of the sea, not thrashed by it until saved by land. Inhaling sharply, the sting burning in his ribs, he moved his own legs under the considerable weight of wet woolen slacks and began to head toward the trees in front of the beach. A private island, they’d have to wait longer for anyone else to show up. “Just us remain,” Petyr said in nearly a whisper. He didn’t want Sansa afraid, but it was useful to have her know the truth–and need him. If he played his cards right, Sansa would need him even after a rescue team evacuated them.
I’m curious, and remember that doesn’t just mean smut. It also means gore, violence, abuse and stuff around those lines