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me discovering shawn mendes in the 100, his voice was so beautiful, playing and singing on the piano.

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my fave pairing still peter/claire in heroes :)

hm, yes, santanico is crazy woman in early season 1, with what she clouded richie with. i love her so much now, and throughout on my fdtd excitement back then, yet..

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sansa looking at godric sneeze in highgarden, the roses making him have hayfever, hahah.

she was going to talk to the nicer boy in jekyll and hyde. me and jyve talking about this asian drama. it was awesome talking to you :) the girl scared of the meaner side.

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yes, i love finn collins! he is a beautiful character in the 100. i could relate to him, he being so traumatised, and likes clarke and raven. i really liked the scenes with him and raven. what are you thinking, sandor, i think you remember me from we briefly plotted / roleplayed. queenstown is great, she living near fear factory. melissa, my sweet darling <33

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hmm, yes plotting aftermath.

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Jessica Chastain as Mace in The 355 (2021)

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she smiles as she sees her friend jeyne. she was singing a childhood song of theirs, a joyous tune which ladies and knights danced to. she had been so scared, wondering where she and vayon had went to, during the time when her father got captured for not wanting joffrey to be on the throne. she had briefly been in her purview, they speaking in hushed frightened voices, of what was happening around them. and then...where did jeyne her friend go for so long? her friend, she saw, now had sad eyes, haunted, drawn by sadness, yet she smiles. she is not sure she could hold the baby, even when remembering how she could have children with willas tyrell. she was a hysterical wolf, shattered by the dreams that the capital had promised her, how the lannisters had betrayed her. i do not belong here in the eyrie, it was so pure and white as snow. can my hands even handle something so delicate? she could sing and sew strangled and soft and haunted, trickling down like the snow falling in the eyrie, the singer marillion drawn to her.

A PAUSE; her voice dims down as she hums the version of the bear and the maiden to little cate; letting her bounce gently on her shoulder to ease her down after eating. brown eyes open as they see the person coming through the door, the sound of the castle’s festivities still loud in the background, a smile graces the girl gently before she hides her features in the baby’s fur to keep her warm. “would you like to hold her?” she asks then; it’s simple and quiet and jeyne knows not everyone likes babies, but she has a believe in her heart that cate could warm anyone’s heart. “she is half asleep, she won’t mind”. ; open starter for everyone!

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Refuge Spéciale by Laura-Lynn Petrick

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ilvalentxno:

Now that he looked further at her he understood who it was Guilia Farnase. How could he not have noticed that to begin with? The near same contours of her face, the almost mischievous gleam to her eyes. But no, this girl here was a queen. The Queen of the North. Most were angry that a woman sat on the throne of Winterfell - presiding over the surrounding grounds of the No- rth. She was a strong and beautiful woman sitting where she was upon her throne. Of course she had heard of him. He assumed that the entirety of the Seven Kingdoms had heard of his father and the name attached to the family. The Free Cities had no doubt also had word of the overthrow of the Golden Lions and the sudden reign of the Borgia Bulls, never forgiving and fiercely full of wr- ath in spite of their history within the strong religions that Rodrigo had once be- en High Priest of. “your plight had been heard of through the streets of Kings Landing for quite some time, your grace. My father often heard of the cruelty done to your roy- al person as well as to your noble family. Your plight is one of the first driving forces in my father’s road to claiming the Iron Throne.” Boldly he stepped forward, eyes holding Sansa Stark’s as he looked up at her. He did not heed well to the rules of men and he was already deeply rooted in the new state he had been given. He was royalty now, the royal son to the king of Westeros and he would show every bit of confidence that he felt was owed to him. “And with that, your grace, I offer you Kings Landing’s hand in alliance with that of the great North. I am sure that this could very well be the start of a burgeoning and lasting friendship between our two families. Have me here for a few days, let us discuss a potential relationship between our families and then travel with me ba- ck to Kings Landing and we will secure this alliance.”

Sansa wasn’t surprised to hear that her plight was so well-known, with all these times she had been publicly and unfairly humiliated for punishment because of her family’s “crimes”. She still wished to find the remainder of her family, someday–yearned for it. She was not quite sure of how much truth was ingrained in these carefully well-placed words; of this King Rodrigo feeling that much sorrow and indignation for her predicament, that it was literally the first thing that instigated him to take the throne–over the more tempting immense power. There didn’t seem to be any negative connotation in Cesare’s words, no hint of betrayal or nastiness, though, but she had to be careful. She doesn’t refute his claim though, whether it was true or not and nods. “It was cruel indeed, what was done to me. At the very least, I am glad that my plight inspired King Rodrigo to take the Throne from the Lannisters.” Her eyes stay true, to Cesare’s ones unyieldingly glued to hers. She tugged the white and grey cloak with her emblazoned direwolf symbol lain about her shoulders, a little, to ensure staying warm. She thought his actions of stepping forward were a bit boisterous, and she hoped he would not turn out to be a comely monster like Joffrey did. Even her Harry, that she was now MARRIED to, had been rude when they first met—unforgivably horrible was the word she inclined to use, actually. Even though Petyr had said it was because he had thought she was a bastard, his horribleness was still unwarranted nonetheless. He started to be nicer later on, bewitched by her charms that Petyr had urged her to slather sparingly on him–and the more they spent time with each other, she grew to love him genuinely, albeit slower than he did. At least he had apologized, also. It was true the North needed more allies, especially such influential ones like the Borgias, and after mulling over his offer a little more, she decided to agree, with conditions laid out in place. “I do accept this offer and your stay here, Prince Cesare, and I am looking forward to discuss more with you. Perchance, it may be more than a few days until I travel back with you, but I may consider it in due time.”

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ilvalentxno:

She was regal in every sense of the word. She looked the part of queen in the North. She looked like the piece she was always chosen to be, the piece of royalty that the Lannisters had nearly stripped away from her. They had sought to destroy her and her family and had failed, they had attempted to ruin her and, yet, here she sat on her throne. Cesare nodded towards her. He could understand that she would want to roll over some time to figure out whether or not she could trust him and his family. His family that would be called usurpers for the rest of their reign. But did rumor and scandal matter when they were the leaders of Westeros? When they were the guardians of the Seven Kingdoms? “My father will be glad to hear of it.” he answered with a nod of his head. “He will be most glad to hear of your cooperation.” Glancing back towards Micheletto he took in a small breath. “He has been hoping for a union between our families for quite some time. Giving Sansa a bow of his head he glances towards her consort, the king perhaps, and he offers an obliging smile. He knows that Sansa is the one in control of the North. The woman in front of him is strong, she’s weathered and gone through the darkness, her eyes are weighed down. She’s beautiful as well, so beautiful. He can’t imagine anyone wanting to hurt her as the Lannisters have done to her. “Will we be guests tonight in your lovely keep?” he questioned, looking towards Sansa again. “The North has to be the most beautiful place I’ve ever traveled to in our Seven Kingdoms.”

Sansa knew all too well of cooperation and compliance, she had experienced much of working to make sure her outwards appearance and words depicted it, during her time trapped with the Lannisters. This time, however, it was on her own terms, and she was relieved that Cesare accepted her response. “I would imagine so. I do hope this union works out.” She notices Harry smile down at Cesare in return, although perhaps it insinuated a bit of a petulant politeness. “Yes, you will. There are some guest rooms here, which I hope you will find comfortable.” She smiles at the genuine sounding compliment he paid her home. “Thank you, Prince Cesare. I am ever so pleased to hear that you think so.“ “And a feast will be arranged later on tonight to celebrate this alliance, in which we can speak further about the relationship between our families, as you have proposed.” Of course, a feast would take time; the cooks to create the food and she helping them make look presentable, and she thought perhaps it was best he was situated comfortably first. She had to write letters to some singers she had gotten to be well acquainted with, to request their presence at the feast, on short notice. She knew firsthand they were excellent at singing. She indicated for some of her guards to guide Cesare to the rooms. And also…for his companion, she presumed, since his glance towards him hinted of familiarity. She had no idea what this companion would be like, especially so, because he literally hadn’t spoken at all. She didn’t know whether he preferred to stay silent, stubbornly sticking to Cesare’s side, or if he had legitimately lost his tongue like she recalled Ilyn Payne had. Well, technically forcibly torn out by the late King Aerys.

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charlesthev.

She hears a rustle of sound in the godswood whilst she was praying. Turning around, she calls out: “Who’s there?”

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nxtalady:

It had taken her a long time to get to the Eyrie, longer than usual. Travels were becoming more of a bore as time went on, as her thoughts were becoming more and more clouded with dark thoughts. She didn’t think much of her family now, not the way they were in Winterfell. Whenever a thought about them did arise, it was always their deaths or the last time she saw them. Then her mind wandered to her list, and she’d recite it to herself once more. Joffrey… Cersei… Ilyn Payne… the Hound… Polliver… the Mountain.. When Arya had finally arrived in the early hours of the morning, just as the sun was rising over the horizon, she managed to give the letter over to the person it was signed to. The girl was tired, eager to get back and possibly rest her eyes on the way. However, as she exited the Eyrie, somebody caught her eye. For a brief moment, she swore it was her sister, brown-haired now instead of the redness of before. Straining her eyes, she knew then that it was an uncanny resemblance, despite not seeing Sansa in god knows how long. Arya turned swiftly on her heel, trying to hide her face long enough for the girl to go past. If it was indeed her sister, she didn’t want this. Not here. Not now. Not like this.

Sansa continued walking down the pathway, towards the entrance. Still clutching Robin’s hand, she glanced over at Littlefinger who was walking along the other side of her. He was quiet for the time being, but he looked at her in return, with the eyes of wanting, just like he had for Catelyn. It still squicked Sansa out that he looked at her that way, although it did make it easier for her to slowly manipulate him, using the tactics of manipulation that he taught her. It took longer this time, climbing up into the entrance, since Robin’s face still looked a nasty shade of green, and Sansa thought it was best, if she walked a deal slower. Finally, they neared the entrance, and Sansa noticed the boy turn his head away from them. Is he a messenger of some sort…? Littlefinger called out, “Have you come to deliver a message, boy…?” Sansa was curious as well, they didn’t get many visitors to the Eyrie nowadays, save for the Lords Declarant and Mya. She walked a bit closer to the boy, with Robin in hand.

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wxlfmaiden:

“Consider it a promise; we’ll go see Essos together.” “Once we’re there, I’ll find someone who will make lemon cakes; that way you won’t have to do without them in Essos.” “I will pray for Bran, it does seem quite odd for him to fall, when he’s such an expert climber. He’s a strong boy, I’m sure he’ll pull through.” “Perhaps, I will be praying for Jon as well. I know from all of Benjen’s stories that The Wall is not an easy place to handle.”

“I am truly looking forward to it, Aunt Lyanna.” Her eyes widened with excitement, and she couldn’t help clapping twice in her enthusiasm. “Yes, I would love that.” “I do hope so…and I as well. Let us hope both of our prayers will reach the Gods, and will grant Bran the power to pull through his long, unyielding dream.” She nods at Lyanna’s last words. “I hope Jon’s alright as well, I know that Arya misses him so.”

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wxlfmaiden:

“Very difficult and I encourage that if you ever go over, we will teach you all about the customs.” “I wonder what Benjen was thinking when it came to having Jon join him up there. All I can hope is that he’ll be safe.” “I’m glad. It’s wonderful to be home.”

“I would love to learn about the customs, if it means I get to enjoy Essos more.” “Perhaps, he just wanted another family member with him, or believed in Jon enough to entrust him with joining this valiant order.” She clapped her hands together in excitement, already imagining all the things they could do and talk about together. “And it’s wonderful for me that you’re back!”

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goldenstagqueen:

If the meeting had gone any poorer, the table would have caught fire. The idea of a tourney in the Hand’s name had not been her own and it was one Ned Stark hated. Always proud and honorable but that was his way and that was certainly not her brother’s way. The tourney would happen and even as Ned stormed out, the other members of the council looked upon each other like they knew that. Littlefinger would organise it regardless and they would all attend. The arrival of the oldest Stark girl was actually a pleasant interruption. Renly jumps at the chance to be away from Varys knowing smiles and Littlefinger’s teasing jabs. Getting to her feet, she looked around the table before to Sansa. “LADY SANSA, YOU’RE NOT INTERRUPTING at all. The meeting is over but I’m afraid your father has already left. Can I escort you back to the keep?”

Sansa’s eyes swivel to the Master of Laws, upon hearing the address towards her, and a polite smile forms on her lips. “I am pleased to hear that I didn’t interrupt, Lady Renly.” She doesn’t ask what the meeting is about, sure that it must be tedious, or just simply not matched in her interests. However, Renly’s next words stating that Father had left early gave her pause. It did not seem the norm for her Father to take leave like that, especially in council meetings–no matter how boring– since he was the Hand. “Yes, thank you for the offer. Did he go back to the Keep, or venture somewhere else?”

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starkmatriarch:

The smile on Sansa’s face was enough to tell Catelyn she had done right in the change of conversation. A Mother’s concerns were not for a daughter to worry upon, and there was time yet before they would bear so heavily upon the young girl. “I had thought you would like them; they differ greatly from the grounds of Winterfell, do they not?” She smiled gently. “But I confess I have not yet had the pleasure of enjoying them. Though I recall them well from my visit as a girl.” When the dragons held the throne and her Mother still lived.

“They do, indeed.” She clapped her hands twice in excitement. “The grounds of Winterfell are truly beautiful still, but the gardens here hold a different beauty; they are abundant with red roses, and have paths carving the way. You must visit them sometime, Mother.”