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[sailorshadzter]

dont mind me

just more jonsa for your dash.

The celebration is going well, she really must say.

It is the night of her coronation, the first hours of her time as queen, and the first celebration the North has had since the destruction of King’s Landing. There’s been little to celebrate, what with Arya’s departure, and though Bran writes, it isn’t the same as having him there. And then… She swallows, forcing away the thoughts of Jon, lost to her on the orders of someone who didn’t have the right to even make them. In the several months since his punishment began, Sansa has heard nothing from him, though knowing Jon, he likely thinks himself to be deserving of the punishment. Sometimes she even wonders if it’s more self imposed than forced upon him by anyone else. 

She sighs, one hand pressing against her cheek, the other holding tight to a wine goblet she’s not touched. It’s her own coronation but she really doesn’t feel much like celebrating, though from a quick glance across the great hall, it would certainly seem like her guests are enjoying themselves. There were even visitors from as far as Dorne, though she imagines the Prince simply has come to decide if both a marriage and an alliance are worth his time. She entertained him well enough and she supposed he was handsome, but… No, thinking of a wedding alliance on the night of her coronation was simply too soon. 

“May I have this dance, your grace?” 

The voice surprises her and she nearly leaps from her skin, the jolt sending a wave of red wine over the edge of the goblet she holds. Looking up, she’s shocked at the face staring back at her, one she’s certainly not anticipated seeing on this night. “I… Yes…” She fumbles, rising up and just like that, Shae is there to take her wine, a secret smile curving on her lips. “Yes, you may,” she finds her voice and the man sweeps her a dashing bow before he offers her his arm, which she accepts without hesitation, allowing him to sweep her off the dias and out into the center of the hall. 

Jon has rehearsed this moment in his mind for many weeks. 

Truth was, he wasn’t even certain that Sansa would want to see him, considering all that’s happened. But, from the way she’s looking at him, he has to wonder if she’s even remembered that it’s been nearly seven months since their last meeting. He’s not forgotten- not the way she’d held him that day, or the warmth of her skin as she sank against him. He’s not forgotten a thing, for she was always there in the back of his mind, in everything he was, in everything that he did, she was always there. 

There at the center of the room, they take their places- his hand slips into place against the small of her back and he swallows, for in such close proximity, he can smell her rose-scented hair, the very same as always. Many pairs of eyes are watching their queen and him fall into step, every Northern born man and woman well aware of just who he is. It’s only the Dornish prince that leans over to the nearest lord, Lord Royce, to quietly ask who he is. “Why, that’s Jim Frost,” the lord chuckles, watching intently as his queen grows a smile she’s not had in many months.

“I’ve wondered when you might appear again,” she says as they fall into perfect rhythm, as if they’ve never once been apart. “I thought it would take less time, admittedly,” she says with a good natured smile that brings a chuckle from his lips. He swings her out and back in, the rush of the moment making his heart skip a beat. “But I’m glad you’re here.” 

“I wouldn’t miss it,” he replies back and she sinks in closer, head to his shoulder, remaining there until the music swells and fades, another song beginning just after it. “Walk with me…” He murmurs softly and she nods, of course she does, once again placing her hand to his elbow, allowing him to sweep her from the hall and out into the nearly empty corridor. But still, they do not stop, rather he takes her out the double doors and into the chilly evening air. Winter was quickly fading, but it was not yet gone, and so when they fell into place on the old, familiar tree trunk in the godswood, he swung his furs from his own shoulders to hers. “I thought you might not want to see me,” he admits after a few beats of silence. “I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t.” 

A soft sigh escapes her and she reaches for his hand, taking it without a single word. “I’ve missed you,” is all she says, all that she can think of in a moment such as this one. Gone was the anger she once might have felt, faded from her heart now that he stands there before her. All she feels now is peace. He was home, he was right where he was always meant to be. 

Something like relief softens his features and he leans in, forehead to forehead, one hand sliding gently into the soft length of her hair. “I’ve missed you, too,” he whispers back, a single tear escaping his eyes, though she’s already catching it with the softest of kisses. One so soft he’s not certain if he’s only just imagined it. When she pulls back, it’s those blue eyes he’s staring into, the eyes he’s missed the most- eyes he might drown within, if only she would allow it. “Let me serve you, my queen,” he would get down on bended knee if she required it, he would happily even clean the horse stalls, if only to be back at Winterfell. 

She laughs, a soft and lyrical sound he’s only heard in his dreams. “You don’t even have to ask,” she says, their hands a tangled web, neither one ready to let the other one go. “I have the perfect task for you, after all. A spot I’ve yet to fill.” Jon arches a brow, surprised, head tilting as he wonders what she could mean. “The spot beside me.” She speaks softly, but intently. “I have waited long enough, don’t you think?” 

Jon smiles, his only response was to lean in and kiss her; she’s waited long enough, after all. 

[musewrangler]

Tag People You'd Like to Know Better

Hey thanks for this @klarionthewizard!!

Three Ships---

Sola Naberrie/Firmus Piett [Star Wars] Barbara Hornblower/Horatio Hornblower [Hornblower fandom], Lord Peter Wimsey/Harriet Vane [Dorothy Sayers mysteries]

First Ship---Hmmm. Hard to say. First one I really noticed and loved? Toss up between Anne Shirley/Gilbert Blythe and Eowyn/Faramir.

Last Song---Dancing Queen by ABBA on the radio. Because I always have the station on the Eighties. ;D

Last Movie---I also am largely tv shows at the moment, so...kind of watched 'Wild Hearts Can't Be Broken' but it was in the background while I was chatting with someone so...

Still. I'm a horsegirl at heart and that movie slaps.

Currently Reading---This is embarrassing. I'm writing more than reading really, so most of what I read? [mumbles] My own work. Hollersandholmes and I have made a pact to read Farenheit 451 together this summer though. :D

Currently Watching----thanks to a tumblr mutual I'm on my first viewing of Stargate: Atlantis. And yep, it does not disappoint in the found family, bromance, hurt/comfort, angst times. Loving it.

Last thing I wrote----I assume completed work. I just finished 'Burn Away the Dross and Find the Silver' though I need to publish that chapter. :D

Currently Writing---various short stories for Multifaceted. Currently it's 'I Felt You In My Bones'. Also working on finishing 'A Shield Not a Sword' where Piett and Veers work independently of both the Empire and the Rebellion. A good way into something with the working title of 'Piett and Sola adopt the twins' ;D. And finally making my way into the next installment of Empire Reimagined with 'Stiffen Up the Sinews, Summon up the Blood' which deals with a Vietnam like situation in space and Veers being captured while Piett has to deal with politicians. [don't worry, he'll get in on the action too]

No pressure tagging @tolkienreader1996nreader1996 @banachtarskiparadox @blondoverthinker @edie-deedie @lady-merian @oh-great-authoress

[faeriekit]

"This fic was ai generated—" Cool, so lemme block you real quick

[write-on-world]

[inkskinned]

please i love you i'm begging you bring back suspension of disbelief bring back trusting the audience like. i cannot handle any more dialogue that sounds like a legal document. "hello, i am here to talk to you about the incident from a few minutes ago, because i feel you might be unwell, and i am invested in your personal wellbeing." "thank you, i am unwell because the incident was hurtful to me due to my childhood, which was bad." I CANT!!!!

do you know how many people are mad that authors use "growled" as a word for "said"? it's just poetics! they do not literally mean "growled," it's just a common replacement for "said with force but in a low tone." it's normal! do you hear me!! help me i love you please let me out of here!!!

[meluiloth]

Since the whole thing with NaNoWriMo has gone down, I've noticed that one of their former sponsors, Ellipsus, has cut contact with NaNoWriMo because they do not support their stance on AI; I didn't know what Ellipsus was, but upon further research I've found that they are a writing platform that works a lot like Google Docs and Microsoft Word, only with a heavier leaning on the story-writing aspect and connecting with other writers - and they also completely denounce any use of AI, both in the writing process itself and in the use of their platform. I really appreciate that.

Since this is the case (and since I've noticed Google has begun implementing more AI into their software), I've decided to give Ellipsus a try to see if it's a good alternative to Google Docs (my main writing platform). It's completely free and so far, I've found it simple to use (although it is pretty minimal in its features), and I really like the look of it.

I figured I'd spread the word about this platform in case any of you writers would want to give it a try, and if you do, let me know how you like it!

[alivingtypo]

you can pry starting sentences with 'and' or 'but' out of my cold, dead hands

[arson-jellyfish69]

AI disturbance overlays for those who don't have Ibis paint premium. found them on tiktok

[almondpiglet]

ppl were drawing mikus from all over so heres habesha miku and her lil twin sibs rin and len!!

[who-canceled-roger-rabbit]

Some spins on the "mostly male team with a token woman" trope:

The woman is trans and stayed in her old circle of bros even after transition

The woman is the only one in her circle of "girls" who didn't turn out to be a trans man

[soul-from-another-era]

Unconditional love isn't a free pass to hurt me.

[thesefallenembers]

the problem with reading and writing leading to a strong vocabulary is that you tend to know the vibe of words instead of their meanings.

if I used this word in a sentence, would it make sense? absolutely. if you asked me what it meant, could I tell you? absolutely not.

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[rubyleaf]

Honestly? My main piece of advice for writing well-rounded characters is to make them a little bit lame. No real living person is 100% cool and suave 100% of the time. Everyone's a little awkward sometimes, or gets too excited about something goofy, or has a silly fear, or laughs about stupid things. Being a bit of a loser is an incurable part of the human condition. Utilize that in your writing.

[the-overanalyst]

it's always so fascinating and heartbreaking when a character in a story is simultaneously idolized and abused. a chosen prophet destined for martyrdom. a child prodigy forced to grow up too fast. a powerful warrior raised as nothing but a weapon. there's just something so uniquely messed up about singing someone's praises whilst destroying them.

[monsoon-of-art]