#there should not be such poetry in it AND YET

[jellyfishsthings]

WARNINGS: reader is a Velaryon with some Targaryen features but not an OC, this is just some story building there will be other parts. I just finished the books and I am obsessed with GOT wither way I was bored and this is the result so beware ... I think that's it. Also Theon is a pookie in this fic because I said so

PAIRING: fem!reader x Robb Stark (romantically), fem!reader x Jon Snow (platonically), fem!reader x Theon Greyjoy (platonically)

part 2 (is a WIP)

The cold wind still raged on, hitting the walls of Winterfell. Her room was one on the lower floors next to Jon's and Theon's rooms. The sunrays gently fell on her sleeping figure dragging her from her deep slumber. The fireplace was filled with ashes and the chill in her bones was reasonable. It might still be summer on the North, yet the occasional snow always drifted down from the dark grey clouds. A discreet knock pulled her out of her thoughts and Theon's irritated voice filled the room.

"If you are not in the courtyard in two minutes, I am ratting you out"

Like clock work the same words sounded the moment dawn greeted the North. It was a small routine they had formed two namedays ago. She covered herself in Robb's old furs, the ones he secretly gave to her and claimed he lost them. They had kept her warm for over six moon cycles, they had holes in several places and the edges were coming apart but it was her most prized possession. At first it smelled at him and she was always trying to bask in his scent, that was until Theon caught her smelling the neckline while wearing it and she wouldn't hear the end of it until she openly caught him staring longingly at Sansa.

Unfortunately, they were both in the same position, they wanted people they could never have, and only each other knew. They would drink together glasses of wine and they would stumble giggling around the castle. One time he had drunk so much that he composed atrocious poetry about the beauty of his lady Sansa and her copper hair and then about the Northern prince that fell in love with a girl that had mud brown hair adorned with streaks of silver grey and deep violet eyes that appeared dark blue in the right light. She knew that her appearance betrayed her ancestry the Targaryen blood that flowed in her Velaryon veins.

Her family had been brutally murdered, she had heard and read the tales of how her mother gave her life to protect her dark-haired girl and the bloody necklace that hugged her fathers throat. At the tender age of seven moon cycles her whole family had perished and she had been the only survivor. Ned Stark had found her in a bundle of fabrics crying her heart out and once he saw the sword that could have taken her head, he swore to protect her and take her in as his ward. She should have been grateful, she knew as much, he had given her everything, a warm house, plenty food, clothes and a loving family one she wasn't actually a part of and maybe that was the reason she was closer with Theon and Jon, the outsiders. It wasn't like she didn't like the Starks, she loved them to bits and yet she could never be one of them. She would be the squire under their Maesters care with her nose hidden in ancient books and scrolls, lost in maps and various languages and basic training as a healer. But her new passion was sword fighting. As a woman she had only been allowed to practice archery that she was quite good at and always betted with the boys around their performance.

And that was how Theon found himself at incredibly early hours with a wooden sword in his hand, frowning at drawings of fighting styles freezing his "balls" off. She had bested him at the fine art of combat at practically her fifth lesson in a few hits. She had a strategic mind and she was quick on her feet, the most perfect and most deadly combination that existed.

He pitted the man that would take her as his wife, because most men were incredibly controlling but there was no chance, she wouldn't get things her way. He was proof enough.

She had the three of them wrapped around her little finger from all those years back. She had grown up with them from when she was a babe, but at her seventh nameday her and the Maester left, since she was his squire, she had to follow him, he had taken her under his wing, she had practically been his daughter, the one he never had. At that day and several later they had cried so much that even Lady Stark was regretting her decision, she liked the girl enough, she had the tendency to wreak havoc and get lost in her books a bit too much, neglecting her chores and her lessons at needlepoint half the time, but she made her kids happy and she was too smart and witty for her own good that it was impossible not to have a sweet spot for the orphaned girl. She had been overjoyed when she learned about her return nine namedays afterwards. Her son, her calm and collected Robb was shuffling at his feet, nudging rocks around and toying with the hem of his cloak, the bastard and the Greyjoy ward were portraying similar behaviors and she had to control herself not to laugh at their antics.

Ned had pushed his son forth, claiming that it was around time he greeted their guests, he shot him a glare and his parented watched him as he wiped down his palms at his breeches and headed towards the carriage, his hand shook as he lightly grazed the handle and pulled the door open while staring into place, not ready to accept that his best friend might have changed. He was frozen in his place as a girl wearing a dark blue dress and heeled leather boots stood before him. She tilted her head to the right and only then did he notice her hair.

A knot at the back of her head that was a swirl of chocolate brown and silver white strands that framed her face beautifully. Her violet eyes hid a familiar mischief that he had dearly missed. She nodded at him, before facing his father and dropping into an elegant curtesy. It was as if he was on a trance, unable to tear his eyes from her form. It wasn't until he heard her voice, she was speaking in a language he didn't understand, yet he could recognize the bite on her tone. His father wore an amused smile as he answered her back. He would learn at the evening feast what had caused such reactions, the news almost swept him from his feet, his whole existence reduced to one word. Betrothed. Ever since then it was like they were walking on eggshells around her. All three of them longed for their missing link.

It wasn't until a few days latter when they invited her on a hunt that they could glimpse on what they were. They had found a boar and his in bushes only to lose their horses in the process. They had been walking for hours and all it took was an ill-fated joke from Jon.

"No. I do not love you. Of course I lied to you. Yes, it does make you look fat. No, I have never been in the Riverlands. It is pronounced Eyrie. And all of this pales to utter insignificance if we are to let ourselves be food for the hounds."

They had all been tired and snappy, making comments left and right and picking fun at her the way they used to. They had been waiting quite impatiently for her to snap back and the moment she did, loud laughter echoed in the woods. And just like that everything was back to the way it used to be.

Ever since then life seemed dreamy to Robb, he had his friends and his family all getting along and everything seemed perfect. But reality hit him hard each night knowing that the girl he fostered feelings for was promised to another.

[acaciapines]

rereading 20020 bc of course i am and. i just love nine okay.

[fictionadventurer]

I'd have been much less intimidated by the idea of writing poetry if I'd known that all you have to do is:

Have a thought

Write it down

Find a cooler way to say it

[thegraininessofitall]

“What about Tolya? Aren't you worried about how he'll find us now?” “Unless he starts reciting epic poetry to Zoya, he'll be fine.”

Lewis Tan as Tolya Yul-Bataar & Sujaya Dasgupta as Zoya Nazyalensky

Shadow and Bone season 2 (2023 ) | E05

[soupbtch]

ummm. my fic is done.

[antigonesgrave]

I think it’s so fascinating that most iterations of the Oresteia *barely* mention Clytemnestra’s relationship with Helen in the story. Yes, Agamemnon sacrificed their daughter to go to war. He sacrificed Iphigenia *to rescue Helen.* He spent a decade fighting for Clytemnestra sister. And yet only once is this mentioned and only as a quip.

[halfdeadwallfly]

i just took a nap on a bench outside of the old languages building and now i am watching the clouds roll in over the trees

[snowdropheart]

hello hi! i am putting together another for-fun poetry collection, titled Meaning-Making. it is about self-love, self-forgiveness, learning not to hold on tight to time, and making meaning out of all of it. if anyone is interested in a copy, dm me and we can work out the details! thank u for ur time <3

[eff-plays]

So now that I've figured out why Hira might go for Astarion ... I am now struggling to figure out why Astarion would go for them in the long run. Like, because he's barely his own person at this point, what are his preferences? Ya know? Beyond how they treat him, beyond the obvious, what about them is it that he likes? Ya know? "You were kind and patient and trusted me" is all well and good but that's still 1) related to him and 2) doesn't quite tap into the sense that he also wants them for himself for other reasons aside from wanting more of what they're doing for him. Ya know? Ya fucking know?

[themagicalmysticalboy]

send help! i can submit a question to ask Joan Baez but idk what to ask 😭

[faejilly]

not the sea!

from this poll by @toushindai: Which natural feature thirsts most for human blood?

#the sea does not Care#the forest will devour you to feed the roots after the wolves have picked your bones clean (via @cheesiestart-redux)

#not the sea!#the sea doesn't give a shit when you die in the ocean it's not to malice or desire#it's the cold indifference of the ravenously greedy#the ocean is out here consuming continents you aren't even a blip on its radar#the forest loves you on the other hand#the forest will drink up your blood and entwine new life with your bones#until you are one and the same#poll#i have unexpectedly strong opinions about this#and for the depths of the earth...i feel like your bones mean more#the blood is just what comes first#and I'm not sure it cares either way (via @awaylaughing)

#the forest requires somekind of food--either to indulge in or survive off of. both are valid and known reasons.#the underbrush shall pick off your skin. the animals your flesh. the trees your blood. and the fungi your bones. (via @iamverynormalaboutocs)

#because the sea doesnt thirst but it does swallow whole#the mountains have no need for blood but it will invite your bones#the night sky only observes#the sun is blind#the depths of the earth of crave it but will never get a taste#the river is too busy feeding the sea#the desert can't taste#and the lake has had more than its fill of it#no it is the forest#it is the root that drinks eagerly as the blood seeps into the dirt (via @minimelo)

#the forest#takes your blood to make its offspring grow strong#you're watering the roots with your life#also all the dark rituals happen in the forest for a reason (via @sarcasticsciencefictionwriter)

#things in the sea may feed on your body but the sea is ambivalent#it doesnt care about your blood#your blood would be just another drop#the earth however#the earth demands everything back which it gives (via @playful-bi)

#most of these you are just too insignificant for them to want specifically your blood#the sea doesn’t want blood it wants to swallow you whole as do many of these#the forest though? the forest wants to hunt you and eat you and leave your blood sprayed across the branches#the flesh gnawed off your bones (via @thegreatgaydragon)

#forest#like the sea is imo the most likely to kill you but not because it thirsts for blood#your carry the sea with you that's why we have so much salt in us because our ancestors left the sea but brought it with them#it will take you back and it might be violent but it's not thirsty#the desert will kill you WITH thirst not because IT thirsts#the forest does thirst#but I actually like that about it? it's alive.#the roots are thirsty#the creatures in it are hungry#it's alive enough to thirst for human blood#anyway this is part of why I want to be buried in the woods I WANT the trees to eat me someday#although like. preferably when I have died of causes other than being exsanguinated by the forest. (via @teaandinanity)

[basiltonpitch]

on losing a mother

[blueeyeddarkknight]

Here's the angry poem guys! Sorry I forgot to post it

I'll attach it to the other post as part 2

[vividlyaro]

i love my friend SO much. like. i adore her. i have a short conversation with this girl and suddenly i'm thrown back into being a middle school kid at summer camp, trailing behind her on a rocky sidewalk, eagerly absorbing the conversation.

does she know she's there in my happiest memory? with the summer breeze and the music, and the cluster of kids, laughing and dancing?

and maybe it's the nostalgia clouding my memory. homesick for a time that never existed, and all that.

but then i talk to her again. and i remember this is real. and she exists. and she is wonderful.

and we have changed, and we have grown, and maybe i will never dispel the ache in my chest that longs to be face to face with everyone i love.

but she has grown into someone amazing. the kind of person who makes me want to be something good. the kind of person who makes me feel like i already am something good.

and maybe we'll see each other soon. in the meantime, we have words.

[fawna12]

Things I remind myself of as a queer neurodivergent teenager who's still trying to find their place in this world:

It's okay to not know who you are yet

It's okay to not know what you like to wear yet

It's okay to not know how you want to be perceived

It's okay to not know your name yet

It's okay to still be finding yourself

It's okay to learn where you belong

Being cool doesn't matter, but if you feel like it does? What would child you think of where you are now?

Would they think you're cool?

My child self would. They'd be so happy.

It's okay to make new friends

It's okay to not want to lose the old ones

It's okay to be unconventional

It's okay to not care what people think

It's okay to care what people think

It's okay to unmask, if it's safe

It's okay to not feel safe enough to unmask

It's okay to still be learning

It's okay to learn, and to watch, and to observe, and to perceive

It's okay to try new things

It's okay to fail, even if it doesn't feel like it.

It's okay to have a goal.

It's okay to still be finding your place.

It's okay to wait

It's okay to want

It's okay to be happy

It's okay to just be

It's okay to want to be like cool people

It's okay to be excited

It's okay to want to be inspiring

But it's also okay to not.

You'll figure it out eventually

You'll learn and find your place

But even if you don't? Even if you still feel lost?

That's normal, and that's okay.

Even if you aren't a teenager

Even if you're an adult.