petitmortes
how raw are your knees ? how often will you repent ?
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reverse meme call , specify muses as you see fit or suffer the hands of fate <3
nightly disco drop because it’s sleepy time / i work the next two days.
she is not the easiest person to understand. something helaena knows without being told, without having to bear witness to the abject horror of the faces of those at court who do not even begin to attempt to consider the depths of which her mind reaches. to them she is merely yet another strange girl, yet another targaryen whose coin had tipped to madness. perhaps she was, but it had not been of her own volition – the dragon dreams had not been something she'd asked for, nor something she'd wanted. to be so haunted was not within the wantings of any girl. but there are moments of respite, moments of ease in the cloudiness she finds worthwhile. this afternoon is one of them, her head less full than it's felt in months, helaena is uncharacteristically chipper, a wide, beaming smile as she spins down the hall, arms laden with sweets from the kitchens, intent on spoiling her maids with the desserts she's procured.
until @cataschism catches her wrist, and guides her back gently to the wall instead, desserts spilled onto the floor and sidestepped as wide amethyst colored eyes fall onto his features.
“ aeg – ” no ability to answer, her lips caught just as soon as they'd begun to form his name by his descending and pressing swift. in an instant, the sweets are long forgotten on the floor, her hands busied as they curl into the collar of his doublet and then into his hair. it is not until he has kissed the very breath from her lungs and left her gasping for it that she manages to remember herself, her forehead rested against his as kiss - swollen lips rest mere centimeters away, and pull into a gentle smile. “ good afternoon to you too. ”
in my returning to this blog i am once again speaking it into the universe that the best way to start interacting with me is to send me a meme .-.
𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 …
✦ a collection of prompts that can be considered nsfw, with a lot of teasing and tension driven prompts. adjust as needed ; send ‘ + reverse ‘ for sender and receiver to switch spots. Combine prompts by sending more than one.
「 SQUEEZE 」 : for sender to rest their hand on the receivers thigh , giving it a squeeze .
「 LINGER 」 : for senders touch to linger on the receiver.
「 MASSAGE 」 : for sender to give receiver a massage .
「 LOTION 」 : for sender to rub lotion into the receivers skin
「 SLIP 」 : for senders hand to slip between the receivers legs.
「 TUG 」 : for sender to tug on the receivers hair
「CLIMB 」 : for sender to climb into receivers lap
「PULL 」 : for the sender to pull receiver into their lap
「BITE 」 : for sender to bite the receiver ( include the location )
「 MARK 」 : for sender to leave hickies on receiver
「 BARE 」 : for sender to undress in front of receiver
「 HELP 」 : for sender to help receiver undress
「 GRIND 」 : for sender to grind against the receiver
「 HOT 」 : for sender and receiver to share a heated kiss
「 OOPS 」 : for sender to accidentally send receiver a risqué image.
「 CHIME 」 : for sender to purposefully send receiver a risqué image.
「 WHISPER 」 : for sender to whisper something suggestive in receivers ear
「 HOLD 」 : for sender to hold receivers throat
「 THROW 」 : for sender to throw receiver onto the bed
「 PRESS 」 : for sender to press receiver against a wall and kiss them
「 CAUGHT 」 : for sender to catch receiver pleasuring themselves
「 LIGHT 」 : for sender to touch the receiver with a feather light pressure.
「 INNER 」 : for sender to kiss along the inside of receivers thigh
Send "PINNED" for your muse to pin mine against a wall.
You [ the sender ] can include context as to whether or not it is done out of anger, as a threat, sexual tension, playfulness, etc.. or else let the receiver decide! Send "PINNED + reverse" for your muse to be pinned by mine instead!
𝑆𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 ( 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 ) dir. emerald fennell / feel free to change pronouns and subjects as you see fit !
❛ i wasn’t in love with him. ❜
❛ i loved him. of course! it was impossible not to. ❜
❛ everyone loved you. everyone wanted to be around you. ❜
❛ i protected him. i was honest with him. ❜
❛ it's just you and me, mate. and the girl with agoraphobia, but she's in her room. ❜
❛ are you telling me you spent your summer reading the bible? ❜
❛ oh no no. not, uh, friend. more an admirer. from afar. ❜
❛ so you're picking apart the style my essay instead of the substance? ❜
❛ it's not what you argue but how. ❜
❛ fuck, that's kind. are you serious? ❜
❛ i don't smoke. ❜
❛ he’s been expelled from almost every school in england for sucking off the teachers. ❜
❛ there aren’t any pictures of me as a kid. ❜
❛ you look different. ❜
❛ harsh! that is so harsh! you’re such a snob! ❜
❛ only rich people can afford to be this filthy. ❜
❛ do you think he'll be jealous? ❜
❛ no, i'm not like you. this is all i have. ❜
❛ this feels a bit fucking stupid now to be honest. ❜
❛ honestly? i don't think i'll ever go home again. ❜
❛ just be yourself! they'll love you! ❜
❛ everybody just goes to ruin, i suppose. ❜
❛ but darling you're kind about everyone, you can't be trusted. ❜
❛ i have a complete and utter horror of ugliness. ❜
❛ because you're a terrible person? ❜
❛ daddy always said that i'd end up at the bottom of the thames. ❜
❛ fucking hell you gave me a fright. ❜
❛ i wanted to have a look at the moon. it's nearly full. do you know what that means? ❜
❛ i'm cold blooded. we're all cold blooded, haven't you noticed? ❜
❛ because you’re so fucking beautiful. ❜
❛ you're in your see-through nightdress underneath my window. ❜
❛ i could just eat you. ❜
❛ lucky for you i'm a vampire. ❜
❛ bring on the slutty fairies. ❜
❛ it's just fucking cringe, mate. ❜
❛ what a little shit-stirrer. ❜
❛ it’s just so disappointing. you're just another one of his toys. ❜
❛ alright, fuck this. i'm getting a drink. ❜
❛ are you going to behave from now on? ❜
❛ i mean, you’re a fucking liar… why would you lie? ❜
❛ ...i just wanted to be your friend. ❜
❛ you can’t ignore me forever. ❜
❛ can you fuck off and bother somebody else? ❜
❛ you really do notice everything don't you? ❜
❛ you can’t just throw me away. ❜
❛ i just gave you what you wanted. like everyone else does! ❜
❛ everyone puts on a show for you. so i’m sorry if my performance wasn’t good enough. ❜
❛ i just need you to understand how much i fucking love you. ❜
❛ i'm still the same person. ❜
❛ i don't know what you are. but i do know you make my fucking blood run cold. ❜
❛ it was the end of everything. ❜
❛ none of us wants your bloody american feelings! ❜
❛ your politeness is so grating. do you know that? ❜
❛ you're always skulking around. weaving your spider web. ❜
❛ i think you're a moth. quiet. harmless. drawn to shiny things. batting up against the window… just desperate to get in. ❜
❛ you've made your holes in everything. you'll eat us from the inside out. ❜
❛ you ate him right up. and you licked the fucking plate.❜
❛ have you been happy? ❜
❛ i loved you. by god, i loved you. but sometimes i... hated you.❜
probably going to be taking an axe to anything in my drafts / inbox and going fresh from here + adding some characters to bring myself more joy here, putting a bigger focus on just vibing to have a good time. probably also removing some characters, tis what tis.
aha, hey.
KINKY / ROUGH SMUT PROMPTS
CW: VERY NSFW! contains potentially uncomfortable kinks like bondage, cum play, knife play, sensation play, etc. feel free to combine prompts & change pronouns/descriptors as needed. put under a read more for viewing safety, & it’s also rather lengthy as well. written from the perspective of the sender — ‘my muse’ = sender, ‘your muse’ = receiver. !!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!!
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brave. sansa took a deep breath. i am a stark , yes , i can be brave.
coughs, @wulfmaed
setting up my single muse sansa blog, here to let you all know that wait for it is HER song from hamilton thank u ☺️
wake up from nap, shit post, make bad decision(s)
:squints: i wont do it. i wont do it. i wont do it.
still feeling a bit icky so i’m going to curl up early tonight <3
𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒 —- can they ... ... Marry like other girls? Have Children? Be Happy As They Are? ... 𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍?
* 𝐑𝐎𝐙𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐓 is an independent original character blog for abra aimes, artificial angel, astral projector and lovecraftian horror. 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞 * setting your wings on fire so you may fly, pretending not to love your mother, & looking for god in your own bedroom. carrd.
continued from here , @eyeofvengeance
there was nothing more terrifying than the sound of dragon wings on the wind. of that sansa had become certain. she had not wanted this position, had not wanted to be the one left behind in the wake of a war that was not hers, nor cregan's, to fight. but duty had called the way it so often did for men, and stark - bound honor meant the lord of the castle had gone to do his part – left behind in his stead the only family who had not turned her back . . . or died. it had meant that when the wind had howled with something more than winter, it was no man who crossed the threshold into the courtyard to meet aemond targaryen, but sansa in her quiet rage.
sansa who had sent her cousin's son into the crypts with the maester and the master - at - arms, and every maid they'd been able to find. had insisted she would do this alone. whatever it was that he wanted, she would handle – and none else would suffer for it.
but as he speaks, she cannot get a hold on him. cannot track the train of thought, cannot understand what it is he's asking for in between the pretty words and complimentary syllables. she knows it is something, to hear a man of his infamy speak of forging something stronger than oaths and service – it is always something.
“ forgive me, prince aemond, i fear i don't . . . quite follow what it is you are asking of me. ” her gloved hands interlace together in front of her, a careful flicker of grey - blue eyes across his features, studying the careful twitch of muscles, each consideration even as his voice softens. “ if you have not come here to kill me, or my kin, then perhaps the northern air has done you well in the fraction of time you have drawn breath within it. ”
red curls billow in the wind, cold encompassing the courtyard, but sansa dares not to allow herself even so much as a hint of a tremble now. not when she must be the voice of those who needed her. nor would she dare allow him inside the walls of winterfell proper, not without a better promise of his intentions. “ your dragon will not like it here. ” she says softly, boots shifting upon the stone path. “ even visenya did not fly so far north with her. i cannot decide whether that makes you courageous or full of folly. " or both. those words go unspoken, though the implication remains as sansa shifts her gaze from aemond to beyond the walls of the courtyard, beyond to where she fears for the worst in seeing large wings of a dragon come to life again.
“ speak plainly of your wishes, and i will allow you both warmth for the evening. else i am just as keen to stand here with you all night, it will not be i who freezes first. ”
there is no one who knows her better than him, no one who understands the delicately chaotic workings of a mind that could just so easily break as it could blossom. for all the effort of saying he wasn't taking her seriously, cora knows there's no one better to press her – no one better to test the strength of a surgically repaired knee. even if he's more distraction now than teacher. more hazy fog clouded into her mind when she needed it clear to think, more inhaled scent of him – smoke and his cologne, a little bit of sweat. it takes effort to breathe against his teeth on her neck, to not allow dark eyes to fall shut as she leans back into the open air of their garage. “ you're not fighting fair. ” she mumbles, half - whine for the mark she knows she'll bear upon tanned skin, before hungry brown eyes scan over his body in search of her exit strategy.
she's not a flyer, prefers her feet on the ground – a few reckless stunts from tops of cages that'd left her shoulders less than perfect that insist she doesn't continue to make the same mistakes over and over again. but cora's nothing if not inventive, if not willing to try anything once if it suits her; right now anything to put him flat on his back suited well enough. her fingers tangle into his beard, gentle at first before wrenching tight to shove him back, a delicate nudge of her foot to his chest – fingers curled around the ropes as she maneuvers up to stand upon the turnbuckle, letting go one by one until she's balancing hands free and staring down at him with the same sort of quiet determination one might see in a toddler before they reigned down chaos.
she doesn't know what exactly she's going for, doesn't really know what to do with her hands or . . . any other part of her – half crossbody, half flying nothing, meant to collide into him and little else. a reckless leap of faith without a secondary thought or hesitation – shit eating grin curled onto her mouth.
he had pushed her into the turnbuckle with his palms on her hips first. the motion of his hips followed right after. experimentally first, then with purpose. moxley knows about training for a comeback⸺ knows about the feeling of carrying a chip on the shoulder that is so heavy, one might lose balance and stumble off the path of determination and instead end up with doggedness. fuck, he’s wandered down the wrong road once or twice or a hundred times before. it is the tenacity of waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting for body to comply with mind again and shit ; fuck him if he’d let cora crash and burn the way he had. fuck him if, between fight and bite, he didn’t make sure to remind her why they even step in the ring. together.
“ i’m taking you so fuckin’ seriously. “ mumbles between kisses and breaks the touch of tongue to tongue just for a second⸺ just long enough to dig fingertips into the skin of her thighs and lift her up onto the top turnbuckle. she’s taller than him now, his lips right against her throat to suck on sensitive flesh and rub his beard against the quickly irritated skin. “ c’m on⸺ ‘m sure ya know a wait outta here. “ and he knows a way further in, sinks teeth into muscle and skin and groans in excitement over the salty taste of her body.
girls had no right being smart, had no right to be clever – or at least, that was the gist that had so long been spoken about women, the gist that had not taken hold in myranda, whose mind ticked and formulated thoughts and ideas far quicker than some of the men she'd seen taking up armor in hopes of becoming one of the winged knights. though the blackfish might not have fully caught on to her words, there was no doubting the curiosity she knew she had piqued by her line of questioning – no doubting the fact that the man who'd known her since she was little and ever more full of questions knew she did not ask unless she already had an inkling of the answer she'd receive.
myranda only smiles, warm and sweet as she brings her goblet of wine to her lips and drinks, before placing a hand upon his arm carefully. “you must stay for the tourney lord littlefinger is insisting we hold, i believe your little grand - nephew would find comfort in your presence.” that was, if the sweetrobin even made it down the mountain, she was starting to have doubts – starting to feel the ill at ease settling in her stomach that often came with a shifting tide. harry the heir was not being called to heel at last for only a sweet showing of kindness before his little lord paramount. but myranda was more interested in directing brynden's gaze to the girl littlefinger had touted as his bastard daughter, more interested in piecing together the missing link to the question of who she really was. she already had an idea, but proof . . . proof was necessary.
“perhaps he might even see fit to name you one of his winged men, if he does not find you have grown too wrinkled to wield your blade.” her lips curl into a teasing grin, the jest off of her tongue as easily as if she had been speaking to a friend her own age. “or maybe you will finally find yourself taken with a lady so that you may settle, i hear baelish's bastard daughter is quite lovely, pretty eyes. bluer than blue.”
TIME HAD SEEMED TO SLOW SINCE HIS ESCAPE . Riverrun was now in the past , as was the self - righteous look upon Jaime Lannister's face , occasionally still haunting him in short , subtle nightmares . should've socked that ugly git in the mouth when he'd had the chance . should've faced him in combat , maybe , and gone down like a true knight . . . and forsake every chance to ever help his family again . the few of them that were still alive , that was .
the Blackfish turned his own goblet in his hands , slunk down in his chair . he had believed the Eyrie safe to return to , but the news of Lysa's death had reached him just in time - and his journey thus had ended at the Gates of the Moon ; safely tucked away , for now , in the stronghold of a friend , until he had recuperated and healed the few wounds he had suffered during his escape . " I'll let you know once I've spotted a foolish girl around . " his voice sounded gruff as ever , but there was kindness in his eyes . he'd known Myranda since she was but a girl . since the days when she'd been unwed , unwidowed , and a little more lucky than she seemed these days .
Littlefinger knew of his presence and had offered copious invitations for him to stay at the Eyrie , but an ugly little weasle remained an ugly little weasle and he'd rather drown himself in the moat , than trust Petyr Baelish . to the daughter he had claimed was his , had Brynden paid no attention at all . " Catelyn , " he replied almost into his goblet , tully blue eyes grown distant for but a moment . he had failed his little Cat and now he sat trapped in the Vale , unsure of where to turn . his gaze switched to Myranda then , curiosity peaked at the odd question . she was a smart girl ; quick - witted and fast to catch on . and beyond the reputation as a terrible gossip , Brynden knew she rarely asked questions just for idle conversation . " why the sudden interest ? "
you may dress an ironborn in silk && velvets . teach him how to read && write && give him books . instruct him in chivalry && courtesy && the mysteries of the faith .
──── but when you look into his eyes , the sea will still be there . cold && grey && cruel .
⋙ AZMENKA . old valyrian meaning ' ironborn ' . an independent , highly selective , medium activity &&. private portrayal of Maron Greyjoy from grrm's ' a song of ice and fire ' . book - && headcanon - based . lovingly penned by hannah .
beeps in, reverse meme call — do you want memes in your inbox? like this post and you’ll get ‘em.
beeps in, reverse meme call — do you want memes in your inbox? like this post and you’ll get ‘em.
beeps in, reverse meme call — do you want memes in your inbox? like this post and you’ll get ‘em.
"I like playing strong female parts and independent women. At the same time she’s still a mistress and she’s still a woman and she uses her power. She uses her beauty, and that may sound contradictory, but I think it’s very natural. So, for me it felt very natural to play this part, actually." — Lotte Verbeek
one thing abt me is … (my) sansa is always gonna have some shit to say.
like yeah she knows not to say things to certain people and won’t, but the internal dialogue ?? the commentary … there’s a reason why the redwyne twins still can’t escape the nicknames SHE came up with for them 🙂↕️