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The Pretty Lord || KillTheBxy

#killthebxy #V: Kidnap The Pretty Lord

just when Jon believed he’d seen everything and that girl couldn’t make him widen his eyes any longer, there he stood now — corrected again, as she all but slumped in his arms in a mess of skinny limbs and fiery hair. and what saved her were his fast reflexes, catching her before she could fall for good and even before his own brain was done processing what was going on. dumbfound, then, he was left with no option but to carry her over and away from the feasting tables, back inside the castle in search of maester Luwin.

Oh thank the gods. And he was strong. It took everything not to reveal herself with a little smirk. But she kept her eyes lidded. Ygritte monitored their surroundings. Most of the gathering was at the party. So once the sounds were further distance, she used his confusion to her advantage.

“Yer a sweet lad, Jon Snow,” Ygritte murmured, and then she pulled him down to the ground with a yank. A roll, her aim to pin Jon under her hips, eyes fixed on watching him. Reaching for the belt around her dress, a silk rope, to bind his wrists.

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[[Because @killthebxy is a Darling and made me the thing and omg I love it]]

Out of Burning Love Guessss who’s back in the tool box

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Reminder. If you’re rping a canon character and feeling insecure about your writing, or fearing replacement, simply remember that your muse is not just a duplicate. No one else will be able to breathe life into that character the way you do. No one else will feel the exact way you feel about your muse. There will be people who value your muse and never stop writing with you no matter what. There will be people who appreciate your portrayal, no matter how many other versions are out there. Always remember why you made your blog. Never let anyone or anything cast your passion out of your heart !!

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The Pretty Lord || KillTheBxy

#killthebxy #Dumb Luck #I literally Just logged in #Lol #V: Kidnap The Pretty Lord

…was she even serious. was she expecting him to look for a spider under her skirts?? giving her an utterly confused look and finding so much determination staring back only had Jon feeling more at a loss, but, at the same time, there was one thing he knew — he wouldn’t run away from a girl in front of the entire table filled with squires, so that they could go back on their way South speaking of how Ned Stark’s bastard might has well have been fathered on a cow, for having milk in his veins. exhaling deeply, he took her hand in a spark of boldness and guided them both away from the laughter and clattering of plates and cups, behind the back wall of the stables.

‘ why won’t you just pull your dress out and make sure it’s clean? i’ll stand guard for you and i won’t peek. ‘

She needed to get him away from the main mass of people. Away from the feast. However, it seemed he insisted on making it simple. Ygritte rapidly considered her options, and gazed at him for a moment. Then he had a moment. And she came up with something, much as it hurt her pride. She fell in a heap, feigning a swoon.

For bloody fuck you better catch me you idiot. This was way too difficult and he had missed all of her hints. Obviously flirtation was a foreign concept to him.

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The Pretty Lord || KillTheBxy

#killthebxy #V: Kidnap The Pretty Lord #: D

…probably, she said. part of him was indeed starting to worry that the girl might not have all her wits about her, yet, at the same time, Jon found himself oddly captivated by her antics — precisely for being so bizarre. as a bastard, he did tend to resonate to those others who did not seem to fit in as much as he himself didn’t, either. the moment she was clinging to his arm now, however, puzzlement was quick to be back on his face.

‘…it comes with sword practice. where is this spider? ‘

“Ah-um.” She slowly made a face, and tried to look bashful, “If it didn’t fall to the ground, then it...may be among my...” She flicked her eyes down. “Betwixt my skirts. Under them.”

This was a good plan. She would lead him away somewhere, perhaps even knock him out while he was under the dress and whisk him out under the skirt. Okay that wasn’t a good plan, but taking him somewhere they’d be alone-that was a very good plan.

And the possibility she might need to lift her skirts for him to seek the offending arachnid, well. That would do it.

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send me a 🌹 and i’ll generate what my muse will say to your muse. blue october lyrics. 1-229 ( a mixture of fluffy, nsfw and triggering content )

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#RP Meme

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Desiree Role Plays: A Directory

So at long last, I have twiddled and sorted, and I have but a few main log in blogs. So I decided to make a post listing them all so I can do a quick reblog to all of my feeds.

@ofrosesandash : Margaery Tyrell, the Muse who reminded me just how much fun writing on Tumblr can be. A muse I have taken great strides to have a verse for all occasions and have many many friends, and one or two enemies. On her side blog resides @killedtherightpeople , though Bronn is mostly a crack blog

@carafortunae Kyrie was born based on an idea. What unites all the fandoms? What personification, what ideal, can I use to roam them all? The answer was Death. Kyrie is an Angel of Mercy to the dying, and a Guide to the Dead.

@oblitiregina Inspired by the antics of @twiicetheheart , @soldier306, and @lordnegan mending their amazing muses into Game of Thrones, I decided to take my own hand: adapting Elsa and considering how her story might fit into the tales of Westeros.

@definelady Seiran Hadley is a beloved original of mine, who has evolved beautifully since the beginning of my time on Tumblr. Of my big four, she is the one who remains, suited for virtually any genre.

@sheshalllive

Virtually created because of @killthebxy , Ygritte is a new edition. Granted, it doesn’t take a lot to coax me into playing fiery red heads, and realizing this is a surprisingly underutilized character in my favorite fandom.

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starkmatriarch:

For a woman who had forfeited her life by crossing the Wall, she seemed to show no fear and seemed almost casual in her task. That concerned Catelyn more than the tales she had heard about Wildlings, and so she did not dismount from her horse as she watched.

“A trip enough to bring you south?” Catelyn challenged, ready to flee, to set her horse at a gallop, if need be. “You’re from beyond the Wall”

“Aye.”

Ygritte wasn’t afraid. To be executed, they had to catch her. They wouldn’t catch her alive. Better to die on her own terms, or fight to survive. And that was why she had chased down the damn deer.

“Not enough food up there to go around. Followed it through a small broken bit.”

#starkmatriarch

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The Pretty Lord || KillTheBxy

#killthebxy #V: Kidnap The Pretty Lord #[No you don't]#[It will be fun]

amused stares were on them at this point, causing Jon to grow even more awkward – a girl latching onto him was certainly nothing he was used to, and this one looked more like a clam on a rock by the beach. still, kind hearted as he was, he did not have it in him to just shrug her off – that was the main issue with being a Stark, even illegitimately: not being honorable was never an option.

‘ …if you would let me stand, then. ‘

“Ah. Yeah, probableh should.”

Ygritte gave a small, impish smile for a moment. Then she straightened out, drawing it out in case popping back up would be suspicious. She balanced herself against his arm, perhaps whistling in appreciation as she grasped it.

“Ah didn’t know the one Ah had fallen on had such built arms.”

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The Pretty Lord || KillTheBxy

#killthebxy #[Oh god]#[He's going to wake up in a sack]

with a confused frown, he watched the display. spiders around the yard were the most common of things, as were girls who were scared of them –Arya being the noteworthy exception–, yet that one seemed more like she had to face a mountain lion instead. …and a spider who’d willingly bite humans like that? yet, Jon could not really think too much of it, surely not when the girl was now on him and clinging to him so tightly that his spine grew as stiff as a wood plank.

‘…i can take you to the maester, if you need it…? ‘

Yes. Good. If she could get him alone she could work out the rest-how to get him out of the keep. She was thinking a sack. Or one of those beasts of burdens she saw.

“Please, Milord.” She nodded once, holding tight to him still, “Ah-Ah apologize, I don’t know what came over me.”

#verse #V: Merely A Flesh Wound

Verse: Merely a Flesh Wound

An arrow struck Ygritte, but it wasn’t a life ender. It did change her life, however, as it hit her primary arm. Learning to shoot with the other is not something she relishes, especially so close to the Crows, their damn war, and the self proclaimed Southern King and his Red Whore...

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“Ain’t really lost,” the southerner girl drawled, her Northern accent still prominent after living so many years in Kings Landing. “I mean.. maybe. Never been beyond the Wall before. But I am half Free Folk.” Why was she spilling her guts to a woman she had just met? She had not even asked for the flame-haired girl’s name.

“My father was one of the Free Folk. Went beyond the wall, fell in love and got married to my mother. South of the Wall (That was strange to say. She had never been this far North), he was killed. Don’t know who would do it and why, so I’ve come for answers – wanna see if anyone knows about it.”

“Which Clan was yer father of?”

Ah, that explained why the lass was a fine for the hunt. She had free blood flowing through her veins. Love- that was such a concept.

“Could be somebodeh didn’t like his goin’ south from his clan, leavin’ it behind.”

#plentycffire

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The Pretty Lord || KillTheBxy

#killthebxy #V: Kidnap The Pretty Lord

Jon was not impressed by the royal party, to say the least. his father had always talked so much of Robert Baratheon, to hear him the man might be the next thing to a god existing in the world – yet the King that came to Winterfell was fat, clumsy looking, with less decency and dignity to him than a cripple trying to dance. the Queen had been as beautiful as promised, but icy in equal proportions – not even with as much a glance in Jon’s direction, certainly thinking a bastard son was beneath her as much as the soil under her boots. same for the prince, the oldest one with the golden curls and pouty lips that made Sansa swoon and both he and Robb roll their eyes so hard they nearly popped out of the sockets. as for Myrcella and Tommen… children still, and, while they were cute, they were also not really that interesting, all in all, only the Kingslayer and the Imp were worth a second look, but Jon didn’t have plans to make friends with either.

thank the gods, though, his uncle Benjen had surprised them all by taking a brief break from his duties at the Watch and came over to visit – which Jon was immensely grateful for. his uncle was much like Arya, in that he’d never regarded him in any different light for being bastard born, and he loved spending time with his father’s brother. Benjen was First Ranger, which made him the best warrior at Castle Black, and Jon both terribly admired and envied him for it. so much that, if he had his way, he’d convince both of them to allow him to take the back himself. before he was allowed further musings on the topic, however, a girly screech caught his attention and Jon turned around to check what was going on.

‘ are you alright? ‘

Bugger. Now what? She didn’t have a plan any further. She spied a Crow not far off, one of the higher ranked ones. This drew a challenged. Not an impossible one though. Ygritte yelped, and jumped to grab Jon, pressing up to his back.

“There was a spider, a big one! It bit me,” She proclaimed, “I managed to swat it away, but it climbed up me and bit me under me dress!” She protested, “I feel dizzy...”

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Catelyn pulled her horse to an abrupt halt at the sight before her. On first glance she had thought it one of the common folk who were permitted to hunt in these parts of the woods on occasion, before she realised this person came from much further North.

“Truly? For it would appear as though you are skinning a deer”

“-Aye mean, you ain’t wrong.”

Ygritte went back to her business then. She figured she could take the woman, if she tried to stop her. “Had to hunt ‘er down, she gave me quite the trip.”

#starkmatriarch #[Well you found me so XD]#[I did like one quazi promo and it was more LOOK WHAT THEY MADE ME]