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Number 24 from the ask game? 💕

24. Do you believe in any conspiracy theories?

I’ve never really thought about that… here are a few that I think could be true, though.

Princess Diana’s death was orchestrated (this does not make it less of a tragedy)

Harry Styles and Taylor Swift dated and many songs such as Wonderland, Style and Two Ghosts are about the other person

The Dead Internet Theory (or at least we’re getting there)

Trees used to be really fucking big and the ones we have now are like grass in comparison

Aliens exist (how could they not?!?)

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Thank you to my baby @snow-blower for this tag! Tried to answer with as many english books as possible. Don’t read a lot in my native language anymore but as a kid, everything I read was in swedish

❥ A romance trope that will always have you giggling and kicking your feet?

I’d by lying if I said anything but friends to lovers. It’s just so GOOD and the most realistic in my opinion. Good friendships make the best relationships! And the “he fell first” trope because I love yearning

❥ A book you’d fight someone over (good or bad)?

EVERYONE READ THE TWO “THE MONK AND THE ROBOT” BOOKS BY BECKY CHAMBERS RIGHT. NOW. EVERYONE TREAT YOURSELVEEEES

❥ A book you’d marry, one you’d kiss, and one you’d throw into the sea?

I’m gonna do this with series, cause I adore book series. Marry Percy Jackson, kiss Anne of Green Gables, and spit on and burn Harry Potter. Love the story, but JK Rowling is a right cunt. You know fanfiction authors do it better anywayyyy!!!

❥ What's a book that absolutely ruined you in the best way?

Maybe not the best way, if you ignore the fact that I like tragedies, but the Fault in Our Stars? Yeah I was completely destroyed, bawling my eyes out at the end. One of the few books that have ever managed to get that reaction!

❥ A book you judged by the cover... and were either very right or tragically wrong?

I read half of Icebreaker because I thought it would be a cute Hockey/Ice Skating romance. I was half right. It was not CUTE when they fucked in every other chapter with little to no plot development after their first time. Had to let that one go…

❥ It's life or death, choose one: paperback, epub, or audio book.

Paperback, definitely! I can’t read anything that isn’t analogue and in my hand. The others are too abstract and I get distracted.

❥ If you could re-write any book you've read, which would it be and why?

The Dead Poets Society book! It was written after the movie came out and it is AWFUL. I know I could capture the essence of the movie so much better. It’s my favourite movie for gods sakes! Maybe I’m overconfident? Don’t think so though…

❥ What’s your “this could have been solved with therapy” book?

The Metamorphosis by Kafka. I did not enjoy this book like.. at all. My dude had the worst depression ever and I did not manage to read between the lines. Felt pretty fucking stupid when I finished it and everyone was raving about the “best book ever” and it being “so deep” like dude, take an ibuprofen and a power nap and stop BEING A BUG?!?

❥ Be Honest. How many books have you actually read this year?

Oh, I’m not sure. Like… 10? But I’ve only finished 7, the others were too dull. Working on 2 right now.

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14. do you collect anything?

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22. who was your childhood favourite music artist?

For the ask game!! 🫶🫶🤭

Ooooh!!

14. I collect tea mugs! My favourite one is a white one that says ”World’s Greatest President” cause I think it’s funny, but I have like… 20 different ones so far!

22. This is so difficult cause I can hardly remember. My dad really likes Metallica and metal so there was a lot of that. I mostly listened to whatever my parents liked, aaaaand Disney music. And Eurovision songs! But if I had to say an artist, maybe ABBA? Or Katy Perry in her prime.

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42 and 5 from the ask game??

42. what’s one regret you have?

Depends on how depressing you want to get!! Probably befriending that one girl in middle school, or never getting into sports as a kid. I think i’d be a lot healthier NOW if I had done gymnastics or football or something for 10 years lmao

5. what colour are the walls of your room

My walls are white! My parents try to claim they’re light pink, but well if they are, it isn’t even visible. Sometime soon I’m gonna paint them green though! Just need to convince my dad to help me ❤️

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42 personal questions ask game

how many followers do you have?

when’s the last time you went on a date

how many posts have you made?

What type of shoes do you wear?

what colour are the walls of your room

where are you right now? (not exact location. ex: at a park)

would you consider yourself good at art?

who was your first kiss?

do you still sleep with stuffed animals?

what’s your favourite piece of clothing you own?

do you live in an urban, suburban, or rural area?

what’s your favourite store to shop at? (online or irl)

if you had to choose one POSITIVE word to describe yourself, what would it be?

do you collect anything?

what’s the last thing you ate?

if you go to therapy, do you like your therapist?

what’s one thing you want to buy, but don’t have the money or resources to get?

Who’s the first person you can think of?

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?

If you could revive one tv show that has been cancelled, what show would it be?

do you consider yourself a part of any alternative subculture? if so, which one(s)?

who was your childhood favourite music artist?

CDs or record players?

Do you believe in any conspiracy theories?

would you get back together with an ex if given the opportunity?

favourite kid’s show character?

is the person you call your best friend actually your best friend?

when you’re sad, do you prefer to listen to music to match your mood, or listen to happy music?

what’s the last outfit you wore?

do you have any online friends?

least favourite clothing style that is currently popular

how often do you do your laundry?

do you prefer silver or gold jewelry?

what’s your book/movie/tv guilty pleasure?

if you could change your hair however you want, how would you change it?

do you paint your nails?

what’s an uncommon/specific /obscure topic you’re interested in?

what’s the name of your first pet/what would you name your first pet if you had one?

what’s one feature you would change on tumblr?

what’s the most interesting item you own?

would you rather go on a date at a museum or a concert?

what’s one regret you have?

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these hollow empty spaces (7)

"do what is right, not what is easy."

Synopsis: The youngest daughter of Tywin Lannister refuses to stand idly by, and the currents of fate shift.

Pairing: Robb Stark x Lannister!OC

Tags: slow burn, enemies to lovers

the red wedding folks. I think it's angsty but idk, let me know.

pt. 7

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Someone is screaming.

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Edmure looks nervous, Robb decides, watching his uncle barely restrain from pacing along the steps of the dais. He keeps looking to Catelyn and Brynden, who are standing on the other side of Robb's wife, and giving Edmure reassuring looks. Robb doesn’t think it's working.

He glances around the hall. The underlying tension he can read under his bannermen's pleasantly cheerful demeanor makes him itch. Greatjon Umber slips into the hall and takes his place next to Maege Mormont -- Robb catches his eye and receives the barest hint of a nod: Umber has spread the word amongst the men to stay on their most vigilant behavior. Robb doesn’t really think Eleyna's warning of a wedding massacre holds any weight, but he won't leave his men unprepared in the case that it does.

Roose Bolton flashes a tight smile at Robb. Robb itches to pull his dagger and demand to know if Eleyna had been right about him. He wishes he had Grey Wind's fur to bury his restless fingers in -- instead he smiles politely back. His fingers rub at the soft, lightly furred sleeves of his formal tunic, then he reaches back and takes Talisa's hand.

****

"Hold him down!" pressure on his shoulders leather in his teeth rawness in his throat they are PULLING and

Someone is screaming.

****

Robb's finally starting to relax as the feast begins. Roslin Frey makes a beautiful bride for Uncle Edmure, and Lord Frey seems... as happy as Robb thinks he ever gets. What a miserable place the Twins must be to live in every other day.

Talisa is laughing with Lothar Frey and Robb finds it hard to look away from her -- he's incredibly lucky this has all worked out. Eleyna Lannister had to have been wrong. The press of metal, the dagger warmed by his body heat, inside his sleeve won't let him forget her words though -- "My father has allied with Lord Frey and Lord Bolton. He means to have you and all who follow you killed here at this wedding."  He hadn't believed her, not really, even though she provided the raven scroll with her father's words on it -- he didn't trust the Lannisters not to be trying to sow chaos among his ranks by planting seeds of suspicion. But Eleyna had... had been insistent that he not leave his men to be caught completely unaware, and so Robb wears a dagger, as he knows his bannermen do.

But nothing has gone the slightest bit awry.

****

something burns and he thrashes to get away his chest is on fire he doesn't want to be fixed he is screaming and

"G--- the mi--- the pop-- you must drink, your grace." something cool slips down his throat. everything goes blissfully dark.

****

The feast is winding down when Prestan steps up next to her and leans down to whisper. "There's a Frey man guarding the kennel with Stark's direwolf."

Eleyna frowns. Robb had rarely been without the direwolf a single moment when she'd been in Winterfell, and the wolf had been in Robb's chambers just last night. She looks around to make sure they aren't being watched. "Come on, then, they're probably planning to kill him too. We should set him free."

"Is it wise to be leaving the feast?" Prestan asks as they slip out the doors, Eleyna giving the Frey guard at the door a bright, falsely sweet smile as they go.

She nods firmly. "I've met Grey Wind before. Maybe he'll remember me? Know that I don’t mean him harm?"

Neither of them mention how uncertain her voice is.

The air outside is cold compared to the heat of the feast, and Eleyna wraps her arms around herself. The sounds of the celebration inside are muted, and not echoed in the surrounding camp. She feels guilty for a second -- it's her fault that Robb's men can't let loose for one night.

Prestan sneaks up behind the guard at the kennel and slits his throat, dragging him back into the shadows. Eleyna opens the kennel door and valiantly does not flinch at the snarls coming from inside. She takes a deep breath and holds out a hand, like the massive direwolf is one of Robert’s hunting hounds. "Easy, Grey Wind. I'm trying to help you. You and Robb."

Her hand is not shaking, thank you, as Grey Wind sniffs at it and then stalks past her towards the building. She swallows and follows the direwolf, Prestan falling into step just behind her.

They're just inside the hallway to the back entrance of the Great Hall when they hear the music change and the screaming start. Grey Wind tears the throats out of the Bolton men rushing towards them and Eleyna flinches as blood splatters her face. She swallows hard and waves it away when Prestan lays a concerned hand on her shoulder.

"I'm fine," she says, mostly to herself. "It's just blood."

The door ahead is unguarded -- clearly Walder Frey doesn't expect anyone to try to enter or leave through it, and why would he, when he expects the Northerners to be unaware? It's a disturbingly easy thing to slip in unnoticed in the chaos of the fighting. Robb is kneeling over his queen's body, seemingly unaware of what's happening beyond the woman he holds. Three arrows stick out of his upper body. Grey Wind howls angrily and bounds into the fray. To the right, Catelyn Stark has gotten up to her knees with a knife at Lady Frey's throat. Eleyna waves a hand at her and looks at Prestan. "Make sure she gets out? I'll go with Grey Wind and get Robb."

"As you say, my lady." He takes a few steps away before turning back and pulling Eleyna in to kiss her forehead. "Keep yourself alive, little sun." Then he's gone.

Eleyna makes her way towards Robb, dropping to her hands and knees under a table to avoid the swinging swords. Bile rises at the back of her throat at the slick red that meets her hands and stains her dress, an impending panic she shoves ruthlessly away. She chances a glance at the dais. Lord Frey's attention is completely on the furious direwolf tearing through his sons. The archers in the balconies have been distracted by Northmen attacking them. Dead men litter the floor. Ned Stark’s voice rasps a death-rattle "Traitor!" in her mind.

She can feel warm sticky liquid seeping through her skirts as she reaches Robb. His wife, Talisa, stares lifelessly at nothing, and Eleyna tries to ignore the way it feels like she's being stared at accusingly. She reaches out and touches Robb's shoulder.

"Your Grace." He doesn’t respond. She shakes him. "Robb!" He looks at her then, looks right through her unseeingly. She resolutely does not look back down at the woman in his arm's. "We need to go, Robb!"

"I can't," he says in barely a whisper. His eyes have already fallen back to Talisa. "I can't leave her."

Eleyna can see Prestan dragging Lady Stark out of the hall from the corner of her eye. She shakes her head and reaches out, forcing Robb to look at her. "Are you, or are you not, the King in the North?! Stand up, Stark!"

He blinks, his eyes clearing a bit. "Eleyna...?" He looks around, seemingly seeing the battle raging around them for the first time. He pushes himself to his feet. "I... I need to help them."

"You can't!" Eleyna ducks against his side, stumbling as his strength flags and his weight leans more fully on her shoulders. She looks around wildly. Robb's blood drips down her arm. She can't get him out on her own, but she can't... Prestan isn't in her sight anymore, and Grey Wind is...

"The King in the North arises," Walder Frey laughs. She can feel his eyes on her like a tangible thing, slimy and cold down her spine. "And a lying Lannister bitch as well. Lothar! Ki--"

Grey Wind tears out his throat. Eleyna drags Robb a few steps towards the door. Robb calls out a weak "Grey!" and the wolf bolsters his other side.

****

They make it out into cold air. Smoke and iron sting at Eleyna's nose when she breathes in. The chaos is muted out here -- the soldiers out here had been ready, and quick about dispatching the traitors.

"The King!" someone shouts, and then the weight of Robb is being taken from Eleyna's hold by a man in a bear-sigiled cloak. Grey Wind follows as he's taken away further into the camp. Eleyna takes a single step after them before her path is blocked by Stark guards.

****

The pen they throw her into is cold and muddy. "The Kingslayer's cell," they crow, as if she should see it as an honor that she's been locked in the same filthy pen as Jaime. "Fit for his bitch of a sister."

"More than either of you deserve," one man - an Umber, she thinks, though the sigil on his armor was almost too gory to make out - had spat at her, and in she'd been shoved. It matters not, apparently, that she'd betrayed her own House to bring their king warning of treacherous plots, nor that she'd freed the king's direwolf and dragged the man from the carnage herself. No, none of it holds water in the face of her Lannister blood.

Eleyna dares not sleep. Some of the men who pass by stop often simply to leer at her, and she worries sometimes that if she lets her guard down, she'll find herself no longer a maiden. She wouldn't be sleeping even if she could, anyway. The dreams of cold unfamiliar crypts had not stopped when she left Harrenhal, and every time her eyes have slipped shut in the days since the wedding, she sees Talisa Stark's lifeless eyes, feels the mud on her hands morph into slick warm blood. Sleep won't come easily for awhile, she thinks.

She can still feel the blood on her hands and face, dried and itchy now. She shifts, wincing as the ropes - tightly bound, since it seems her brother had made himself a nuisance of a prisoner - chafe against her wrists. One of them is surely broken -- Eleyna had caught the hilt of a man's sword against her wrist trying to drag an unwilling Stark, and she can still feel the sharp rattling pain. She flexes her fingers to try and get blood flowing again and bites her lip to muffle the cry of pain. She will not cry in front of these people. Lannisters don't cry.

Her head is starting to throb in time with her heartbeat when the cell is unlocked and the door swings open. Eleyna looks up and almost forgets to breathe. Robb Stark stands in the doorway, flanked by two loyal, sneering guards. The cold morning light illuminates him from behind, like some kind of holy light. What was it Tyrion had said, all those months ago? "His men speak of him like he’s the Warrior come to earth." Eleyna thinks she can see it - even pale and clearly wracked with grief, Robb Stark commands attention effortlessly. She can't stop her eyes from widening and raking over him - she hadn't known... No one had told her if he had lived. But here he is, and something loosens in her. She hadn't failed. He leans heavy on his wolf, sure, and she can just see the top of stark white bandages wrapped thick around his chest, but he lives.

He's staring at her, eyes hard. She schools her expression into something far less open.

"I'd stand to greet you, but," she shrugs lazily. "I'm a little tied up right now."

Robb Stark says nothing. His guard is not nearly so restrained. "That's the king in the north you address, you Lannister bitch. Show some respect!"

Robb raises a hand and the guard falls silent. It's almost impressive, the easy show of command. His voice is deceptively calm, his eyes like ice. "Eight hundred and fifty three of my men died that night. Still more are critically wounded and succumbing to their injuries every day. My wife..."

His voice broke. Eleyna swallowed hard, an apology sticking at the back of her throat, choking her voice -- Lannisters never apologize. She meets Robb's eyes. "My condol--"

"I don't want your apologies!" Robb snapped, cutting her off. "Your apologies mean nothing if they cannot bring them back!" Grey Wind snarled along with him, and Robb tangled his hand in the beast's fur, seeming to visibly restrain his temper. "Your family has once again taken everything from me."

Eleyna frowns at him, her eyes flicking pointedly to the direwolf at his side. She'd also seen Catelyn Stark walking through what Eleyna could see of the camp. Her eyebrow raises. "I wouldn't say everything. You're alive. And your mother yet lives, does she not? As well as your direwolf, and most of your men."

"But my wife and our child are dead," Robb snarls. "Thanks to your father, the Stark line will end with me."

Eleyna rolls her eyes before she can stop herself. "Oh, I'm sorry, were you castrated as well as shot?"

Her head snapped to the side, heat blooming over her cheek where the guard's hand had cracked across her face. "Watch your fucking mouth, Lannister."

She spits blood on the ground from her bitten tongue, and looks back at Robb. He's staring at her like he doesn't quite recognize her, his jaw tight and eyes dark. His wolf bares his teeth, a low growl rumbling through the quiet cell. Eleyna looks from Robb to his wolf to the guards ready to kill her, and swallows. Lets her shoulders slump. "That was an... unnecessary thing to say."

It's not an apology, but the wolf settles anyway. Robb shakes his head, exhaling hard through his nose. He waves a hand at Eleyna. "Untie her hands. Put her in shackles if you must, but the for the warning she gave us, we will not keep her tied like an animal."

He starts to walk away. Eleyna lunges forward, ignoring the sharp pain in her wrist. "Wait!"

He stops. Turns back to face her with an expression that says he is sick of her already. "What."

"Ser Prestan Hayard. I sent him to get your mother out," she says in a rush. She hadn't seen any sign of him since that night. "I... where are you holding him? I just need to know he's alive."

"The guard who escorted my mother out was your man?" Eleyna nods and Robb's face flashes with something that might be pity. "He came out of the Twins with a stab wound to the gut. He did not live through the night."

Eleyna's mouth falls open soundlessly, ears ringing. "What?" she whispers faintly. "He's..."

"My condolences," Robb says, but it's filled with sarcasm, a mockery of Eleyna's own earlier words. "How hard it is to lose a guard." He pauses, waiting for some kind of reaction. But Eleyna isn't even looking at him, staring past him blankly. He scoffs at her, then turns and stalks away.

Eleyna bites her lip hard as he goes, focusing on the sharp little pain to clear her expression of any grief. She would not give these guards the satisfaction of watching her grieve. She should never have made Prestan come here.

Prestan had been her mother's sworn sword before her, and when Aerys made Tywin marry Maryana, he'd followed her -- he had never forgiven the Ashfords for all but selling Maryana to Tywin. It had been Prestan who found his Lady's body cold in her own bed, and Eleyna curled up in Maryana's side. It had been Prestan who had picked Eleyna up and cleaned the blood off her face and out of her hair, and had coached her through the words of swearing him into her service. He'd been something like a grandfather for Eleyna's whole life, the only one to ever put her first since her mother's death. He'd never gone back to the Ashfords, even though he still had family in the Ashford lands. Eleyna had asked once, after her mother died, why Prestan had sworn to her instead of going home to his family. "You are my family, little sun," he'd told her solemnly, and that had been the end of it.

And now he was gone. Because of her.

Eleyna lets her expression settle into a blank mask of boredom. There wasn't room here for her to fall apart. She shakes out her arms as they're released, bites back the cry as her injured wrist protests movement, inhales sharply as a cold iron shackle is closed tight round that same wrist. Her eyes lock on to the tense line of Robb Stark's retreating figure, and don't leave him until long after he's left her field of vision.

taglist: @dipperscavern @justmymindandstuff @thecrownprincessbride

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Sansa stark drabble?? Maybe modern au, both clingy after a long really cold day??? ❤️❤️

Not completely sure if this is exactly what you wanted, kind of turned out differently than I planned, but for my first time writing Sansa, I think it turned out mostly okay. Hope you enjoy though :b

❥ CLING TO YOU

SANSA STARK X F!READER, MODERN AU

TW: Soft lesbians, Christmas fluff written in the summer, messy writing because it's a first time for writing Sansa, slight nsfw themes, but no smut. Does it flow? Idk I've re-read it so many times that I cannot tell anymore Words: 1,1k

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You only got home about an hour ago. Bundled in your warmest clothes, hair slicked back into a bun and cheeks rosy from the cold, you’d slipped inside your and Sansa’s apartment. You were immediately hit with a relief of warmth, the little snowflakes resting in your hair melting away. Sansa had put the heating on before you'd gotten home, giving it the perfect moment to warm the house for you.

Sansa had taken your handbag from you with a soft kiss to your cheek and a gentle murmur that her sweater was ready for you on the bed and that there was plenty of hot water for you to take a nice, long, and relaxing shower. You’d thanked her with a small kiss, any ounce of irritation from the day drifting away.

Now you’re snuggled up in the overstuffed armchair in the living room. It's facing one of the larger windows that gives you the perfect view of the snow-covered city below. Beside it is a little round side table that's home to a little potted cactus and a little trinket jar. Pushed against the wall beside you is a large bookshelf that's stuffed to the brim with your favourite reads, along with some you've yet to read. 

There’s an empty spot on the shelf where you had plucked your current read from. It's a soft Christmas romance, one you’ve been dying to read forever. Sansa had seen you eyeing it up every time you passed the bookshop together and ended up buying it for you a few weeks prior. You’re a few chapters in already and enjoying every word you read. It’s the perfect read — found family, soft romance, a little pinch of chaos under the mistletoe and of course, big Christmas trees and gentle snowfalls. 

As you read, you can hear the clink of mugs and the soft whistle of the kettle as Sansa makes you both some warm drinks, mixing with the soft lullaby that plays from the record player on the coffee table by the couch. The song was Sansa’s choice, a favourite of hers that she always picks for cosy evenings in.

“Is it as good as you hoped, my darling?” Sansa’s voice comes from beside you a few moments later. She's setting down two mugs on the side table, her straight hair falling around her as she leans down. One mug is a chamomile tea with extra sugar — yours. And the other is a caramel coffee with lots of syrup — hers.

You murmur a small thanks and nod at her question whilst reaching out for her. Your hand wraps around her wrist, gently tugging her to sit beside you. The armchair is big enough to fit you both, albeit a little too snugly, but it works just fine.

“S’perfect,” You murmur softly, “They’re smooching under the mistletoe,” 

Sansa lets out a small hum, peering over your shoulder to skim the page you're on.

“Think we can put up mistletoes this year?” You ask, turning your head so your lips are only a breath away from her own. 

You haven’t decorated the apartment yet. Both of you have been too busy to do it together, and neither of you wanted to do it alone. And so, the boxes of Christmas decorations have stayed untouched in your shared closet.

“Why? So you can kiss me under them?” Sansa teases, her lips catching your upper lip for a brief second. “Don’t need to do that, baby. Can just ask and I’ll kiss you whenever you want,”

You make a small sound in the back of your throat, blush rising to your cheeks as you grin playfully. “Can I have a kiss now?”

She doesn’t even reply, simply dips her head down to capture your lips with her own. She kisses you softly, her hand drifting up to cup the back of your head. Her lips linger on your own, leaving you warm and tingly when she finally pulls away.

A breathy giggle escapes you as you rest your forehead against hers. “M’kay, But I’m still putting up mistletoes.”

Sansa rolls her eyes playfully. “Of course you are, darling.” Not that she dares complain. How can she when it’s just an extra excuse to feel your lips against her own?

For a moment, the two of you just sit there. You curled into Sansa’s side, her arms wrapped snug around you and your forehead against her own. Her hands roam your body, brushing along your waist and down your hips. Your own hands are settled on her forearms, thumbs brushing along her soft skin before one slides up to tangle in her soft auburn locks.

The smile that curls at your lips when Sansa presses her lips to your cheeks, and then the tip of your nose, has her heart fluttering a moment quicker inside her chest. It takes every ounce of strength for her to not pin you under her and kiss you stupid. The want in her body screams at her to do so, but she can’t. Not when you’re so peaceful and content in her arms. She won't ruin that for the world.

“Read to me, baby.” The words fall from her lips before she can stop them.

“Read to you?” You repeat her words back, a teasing lilt in your voice. She nods, looking a little shy, which you can't help but think is the cutest thing. “I like listening to you read,” She adds after a moment, hiding her face in your hair as though trying to recover.

“So, yes, darling. Read to me.” The words come out a little more sure now, and she reaches carefully for the book still in your hand. 

“Then read to you I shall,” You giggle, taking the book back from her when she hands it to you, now open on the page you left off on. You give her a moment to settle beside you, helping her tug the big fluffy blanket that was folded over the back of the armchair, tucking it around both your bodies.

Sansa draws you closer, resting her chin on your shoulder as you begin to read. Your voice is soft and soothing, mingling with the soft music still playing from the record player. She grins against the fabric of your sweater whenever you do the silly accents for characters. And her hands twitch against your thighs whenever you reach a particularly dirty paragraph that has both of you blushing.

The world outside is cold and bitter, and the days grow longer, but wrapped up and tangled against each other, life seems to come that little bit easier. You'll be back at work tomorrow, and those Christmas décor boxes may remain untouched a few days longer, but you know the right time will come for you and Sansa to unpack them. Which is usually accompanied by hot cocoa, ugly sweaters and plenty of shared giggles.

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In this universe and the next?

Lucansa as sapphics in oil paintings.

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thank you so much for the tag @kingnlionhearts !

cerelle baratheon // the wayward princess

tagging anyone who wants to do this! and mention me so i can look at all you oc's :3

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got ocs

cassian by Pyry Kähkönen

ector by james franco

some more game of thrones ocs! cassian and ector! i haven't decided yet to which houses they will belong so that is why they are lacking last names right now. lemme know what you think!

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Did or did not your voice trail off, though?

Just passed Noah Kahan’s exit 😌💅🏻

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*loud incorrect buzzer*

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↳ ❝ edith eyeshadow-ified ⋆·˚ ༘ * ❞

(i saw some other got! oc creators doing this and thought i'd give it a shot!! this was actually super fun, i used canva & pinterest to make mine!! and if you're wondering, edith doesn't have a face-claim so i used a random pic i thought fit her vibe and look kinda.)

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Thanks to @smokingmercury for the tag! (tagging @siravalondulac because I saw yours and I know you wanted to see people's!)

the Alyssandra Palette

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Does this mean what I think!? I am on the EDGE of my seat 🤭

SANSA STARK MASTERLIST

ONESHOTS:

Nothing yet...

HEADCANONS

Nothing yet...

SERIES

Nothing yet...

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fianna tully, the older one

wren tully, the younger one

i've seen this by @smokingmercury and found it very beautiful, so i did my own version of it hehe

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got ocs

fianna tully by marta gastini

wren tully by isolda dychauk

sisters. one focused on her duty. the other trying to find her way.

please show them some love!