Probably Going To Be Taking An Axe To Anything In My Drafts / Inbox And Going Fresh From Here + Adding

you want to write romance with me. you want to write romance with me so bad.

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 ? "

i made it to the weekend — which means replies and things are coming soon™️

asking the chat bc i am suddenly having doubts —

𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝙰 𝙿𝙾𝙴𝙼 𝙸 𝚆𝙸𝚂𝙷 𝙸'𝙳 𝚆𝚁𝙾𝚃𝙴. a selective, private and indie multimuse blog with muses from a variety of media. extremely plot and narrative focused.

an exploration of nature vs nurture, the doomed characters, the self made prophecies, the anti-heros, the dark academics, the fallen chosen ones, the youth forsaken, the romantic leads.

usfw prompts , less cringy edition ; still accepting if u wanna tango.

@sickfcks said : [ EYES ] sender makes receiver look them in the eyes, for jay & lottie.

she   feels   his   hand   first,    rough   pads   of   his   fingertips   against   the   petal   soft   skin   of   her   jaw        –        curling   around   the   bone,    directing   her   chin   from   tucking   away   into   his   chest   the   way   she   had   been.    feels   the   gentle   insistence   of   his   action   before   the   low   rumble   of   his   voice   soothes   through   her   ears,    accent   almost   heavier   on   his   words   now   that   they're   alone,    now   that   she's   beneath   him.    even   through   the   pounding   of   her   heart   in   her   ears,    she   could   hear   the   request        –        no   longer   asking,    dictating   that   she   look   at   him. 

it   was   easier   said   than   done,    as   if   it   weren't   hard   enough   to   merely   keep   her   eyes   open        –        to   keep   them   from   rolling   back   in   her   head   each   time   he   lingers   closer   to   giving   them   both   what   they   want.    but   so   far   he'd   only   teased,    so   far       .   .   .       jay   had   set   his   terms. 

wide   ocean   blue   eyes   finally   land   on   his   face,    pulled   up   from   the   depths   as   her   hands   press   manicured   nails   into   his   forearms.        “better?”        she   drawls,    all   honey   as   her   teeth   graze   against   her   bottom   lip,    forcing   herself   to   keep   looking   at   him. 

me staring at my additional muses i’m going to add list: you can’t just cast all the actresses from bridgerton

also me: SAYS WHO

to add more hotd / asoiaf characters or to not add more hotd / asoiaf characters

reverse meme call , specify muses as you see fit or suffer the hands of fate <3

sansa stark , novel & headcanon based - timeline / era flexible for interactions . i personally did not watch past sansa's marriage to r*msey b*lton on the show , and have no interest in any television based storylines. generally speaking, i will always find a work around to settle sansa into nearly any fantasy / historical / medieval based verse as is desired; for the sake of brevity, i will try to list them out below as they are created & thought of ! faceclaim is hannah dodd for most things - any aged up interactions will have a different face, though i am not yet settled on who it'll be.

house of the dragon / dance verse — the daughter of lord bennard stark, raised alongside cregan at winterfell as her father served as his regent. when her father and brothers were imprisoned for bennard's inaction and refusal to relinquish the lordship of winterfell back to cregan, sansa was made to swear fealty to her cousin, ever promising her loyalty to cregan over her father, in exchange for being allowed to continue her life as a highborn lady within the walls of the only home she had known -- with cregan acting as her intermediate to eventually wed her off, allowing him a bargaining chip he had not previously been given.

🐝  *  ―  𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺. (  some triggering content ahead. add " + " to reverse the action.  )

[ wipe ] sender wipes away receiver's tears [ hurt ] sender hurts receiver with words [ lonely ] sender finds receiver alone in a dark room [ wounded ] sender patches up receiver's wounds [ crying ] sender finds receiver crying [ help ] sender runs to receiver when they scream for help [ nightmare ] sender wakes receiver up from a nightmare [ dying breath ] sender talks to receiver before dying [ hold on ] sender pulls receiver into their arms [ anger ] sender takes their anger out on receiver [ argue ] sender gets into a heated argument with receiver [ scared ] sender scares receiver [ sick ] sender cares for receiver while they are sick [ palm ] sender places a hand on receiver to stop them from doing something [ fight ] sender gets into a physical fight with receiver [ comfort ] sender tries to comfort receiver [ blood ] sender notices that receiver is bleeding [ collapse ] sender collapses into receiver's arms [ pressure ] sender puts pressure on receiver's wound [ slap ] sender slaps receiver in the face [ panic ] sender helps receiver through a panic attack [ lie ] sender catches receiver in a lie [ sobs ] sender sobs uncontrollably while receiver holds them [ hiding ] sender finds out that receiver has hidden an injury from them [ death ] sender just died, receiver finds out [ chin up ] sender lifts receiver's chin to stop them from hiding their tears [ fears ] sender talks to receiver about their fears [ scream ] sender screams at receiver [ coping ] sender teaches receiver some coping mechanisms [ loss ] sender is there for receiver after they've lost someone important to them [ needs ] sender asks receiver what they need [ bullet ] sender takes a bullet for receiver [ bruises ] sender finds bruises of unknown origin on receiver [ rainfall ] sender finds receiver out alone in the rain [ hospital ] sender wakes up in a hospital bed and finds receiver sitting by their bedside [ intrude ] sender walks in on receiver treating their wounds [ calming ] sender tries to calm down receiver [ inspection ] sender holds receiver's face while inspecting an injury they got [ rescue ] sender carries receiver to safety [ clean ] sender cleans blood off of receiver's body