#this is how i ended up with an incestuous supernatural blog in the year of 2022

[augustonly]

I am just walking around, being deeply mentally ill, picking up various pieces of media and sniffing them to decide if they are weird and twisted enough to go in my grocery cart

[neo-crimson-palace]

Crimson Palace Headcanons

I’m not sure if I placed a post on this before or not. But here are some personal headcanons/lore about my muses as well as the world itself to help give a better idea about them. Note: You don’t HAVE to follow them, it’s mostly out of Mun’s self-indulgence

-X-

-Makoto, Sayaka, and Chihiro are in a Polyamorous Three-way open relationship. Don’t misunderstand, despite how they act and who they fuck. They all care and love each other deeply at the end of the day. 

-Chihiro is a big-dick Alpha Dom despite his shy and timid nature.

-Sayaka is a HUGE nympho behind closed doors. Always happy to tease and fuck with anyone.

-Out of all of the Male Muses: Geo Stelar(Mega Man Starforce) Sonic, Mega Man, and Broly, are the most leading Sexually active males on the blog:

--Broly Because, well. . . *Just shows you how he is throughout the Supers Movie*

--Sonic, thanks to his long 20 plus years of being a long-distance Hyper-speed running. The Hedgehog has accumulated the highest known stamina out of all the guys. Easily capable of going at it for a long time and not feeling remotely tired. 

--His Werehog form also has been surprisingly desirable to the ladies. While his speed has dropped quite a bit. His sheer size and skillful power thrusts have more than made up for it. Making him loved. Especially by a certain Umbran Witch, and Mother/Daughter pair of rabbits.

--Rock, thanks to being a robot; doesn’t get tired at all. While 

--On top of which, having a massive cock that change being interchangeable to fit whatever girl. And as well as authentic synthetic cum that’s much like the real thing.

--Geo is more or less the same, much like his Classic Counterpart. Due to his body being fused with EM waves. Giving him natural enhancement far above the athletic peaked adult male.

-Phoenix Wright and Kimihito Kurusu are natural-born Doms and DILFs. 

-The former, coming to them after dealing with all of the crap done to them in their lives and their bodies going through a lot of abuse. 

-That said: Kimihito can easily Dominate any supernatural/monster girl with no problem.

-Phoenix has a relationship with Athena Cykes and Franziska Von Karma.

-The Whip-Wielding prosecutor having a secret kink of being tied up or whipped with her own whip. 

-Athena has a love for being fucked outside in public. Having a rush at the thought of being caught. 

-Jessica Rabbit is in an open relationship with her husband. Something the two of them agreed to, to help spice up their marriage life. That said, she does not like the implication that she’s cheating on Roger since she loves her darling husband very much. 

-Within the RWBY World; Out of all of the girls. Ruby is the #1 Dominant woman out there. Due to her unassuming and cute bubbly nature. She’s almost the biggest hung futa of her world. 

--Coming second and right under her, is her most loyal servant: Salem. 

--When she’s not subbing for Ruby. Salem is the most dominant woman aside from her. 

--This is emphasized by the huge twin cocks that she has underneath her dress. Thanks to Grimm Magic.

--Weiss is a complete and utter submissive bottom. 

--All of the Women Faunus, especially Blake, have a secret love for Kinky Pet Play.

--Yang’s in an incestuous relationship with her younger baby brother and sister, Garnet and Ruby. 

-Ragna has a bit of a Harem within the Persona 5 girls. Especially Makoto Niijima, who loves being fucked roughly by the criminal. 

-Rias Gremory has a Slave Contract with Geo and LOVES it. 

-Akeno Himejima, is a submissive slave/pet for Phoenix Wright. 

-Mega Man/Samus, Ash/Cynthia, Corrin/Camilla are in a relationship.

-Camilla is the Head Mistress within Corrin’s Harem. When she’s not pleasing him, she often grabs a spellbook and dons a futa cock, playing with the other girls. 

-Save for a Sonic, Mega Man, and a few guys who she knows can fuck her mindless. Palutena, due to her Godly-Nature, is the ultimate Dom. Especially for women who she fucks senseless with her Divine Futa-Cock. 

-Kasumi Yoshizawa has a deep love for Saiyan Dick. So she’s a willing slave to being fucked by the likes of Broly, Goku, Gogeta/Vegito.

-All the Female Anthro Pokemon are constantly in heat and easily aroused. 

--When fucking the same male/trainer. They will turn it into an intense sexual battle.

-Haruyuki Arita’s body is soft like a teddy bear. Even when pounding into other girls. So it gives them something to snuggle/cuddle into when they’re screaming their lungs out. 

-Goblin Slayer ACTUALLY cares about the women he fucks outside of wanting to slay Goblins. 

--That said, his Harem loves it when he fucks them roughly. 

-Rimuru’s harem has a deep love for Tentacles that he’s able to do. Both as a Slime and Human form. 

As for the World itself: 

-Unlike most Multi-Verse Blog. I like to consider this a world-built type of place. 

-Something Similar to the Wreck-It Ralph series. Outside of all the worlds, all of my muses normally stay in. They all live together inside one giant hub world. And for the most part, get along rather well. 

-There’s no type of hate at all within the Hub World. Former enemies and hated rivals are actually friends outside of the asks I receive.

-Any and all discourse is settled via a sex battle. 

-Interspecies/Interracial/LGBT/Incest etc are all accepted with no issue. Honestly, the entire hub world may as well be dating each other. 

And that’s it for now. Bear note: This is likely to be updated in the future too. So look forward to that.

[arkvark2]

Ok, so here's a confession: I actually started watching SPN and made my first Tumblr bc of C*stiel/D*stiel. I saw a pretty edit of C*stiel on Tumblr (this was shortly after s7 finale) and got curious about him. So I looked up some blogs. Literally everyone of them made it seem like C*stiel was the third lead, as important as Sam and Dean, like he saved the show, like D*stiel was the epic love story of the show and everything was a sign it was canon and endgame. Cont'd

Cont’d. They even convinced me to skip the first three seasons. And so I did. I became a C*stiel/D*stiel/Misha stan, and I started to hate on the bros’ rship/Wincest bc ~it got in the way of my ship~, even though my justification was that I didn’t like unhealthy/incestuous rships/ships, which in truth I didn���t even care about. I didn’t care about Sam beyond him being a D*stiel shipper, and I barely cared about Dean beyond D*stiel. And ofc I gobbled up bad meta like Dean does w/ with pie. Cont’d

Cont’d. Then, shortly after the s8 finale, I started to lose interest in the show (because that’s what my ADHD ass does), and I dropped it for like 2 years. Over this time my taste in fiction got very dark and I actually started to like a lot of unhealthy/incestuous ships. So I remembered Sam and Dean/Wincest, looked up content for them, and thought “damn, I must have missed a lot in my C*stiel/D*stiel crazed state of my mind”. So I decided to rewatch ALL the show again. Cont’d

Welcome to the light, Nonnie, isn’t it beautiful here? Thank you for sharing your story, and it’s  familiar story we heard many times by fans who were initially fooled by destiel hellers and their thirsty desperations. It’s almost funny how many people came for the destiel but end up staying for Sam and Dean and then is Cas who?

Lol of course hellers tell people to skip the first three seasons of Supernatural because those seasons set up the foundations of Sam and Dean and their relationship that we understand their motivations and world views many seasons later, and no matter how much their brotherhood bond is tested, we know their bond will never break because we watched the first three seasons.  But if you start watching the show at season 4, when Sam’s and Dean’s relationship was most tested, then it’s easier to believe the hellers’ lies that Sam and Dean’s bond isn’t very close and Dean and Cas then has a chance of a snowball in hell to have a closer bond.

Next the Cas stans and destiel hellers spam and abuse the SPN tags in order to shove their fake ass ship down people’s throat that they never asked for in the first place.  Because the dirty secret that hellers try desperately to hide is that they are a fringe minority in the fandom and bascially a non-factor in the general audience.  Their own census accidentally confirmed that they are Less than 1% of the SPN viewing audience, globally.  So with their inconvenience truth, how could Cas possiby save the show?  Because he didn’t, and this post succinctly explains why.

[ladyimaginarium]

– B A S I C S –

NAME: Angie / Arcana ALIAS(ES)/HANDLE(S): Arcana, ladyimaginarium, u h h h h h h h ,,,, i’m braindead rn so i can’t really think of anyone else lmao ARE YOU OVER 18? Yes  /  No IS YOUR MUSE?   Erica here is, yes! WHEN WAS YOUR BLOG ESTABLISHED?   7/31/19.

– W R I T I N G –

ARE YOU SELECTIVE ABOUT WHO YOU WRITE WITH ON THIS BLOG? No (anyone)  /  Semi (most people)  /  Yes (some people)  /  Highly (few people)  /  Private (mutuals only)

ARE YOU SELECTIVE ABOUT WHO YOU FOLLOW ON THIS BLOG? No (anyone)  /  Semi (most people)  /  Yes (some people)  /  Highly (few people)

IF YOUR MUSE IS CANON, HOW MUCH DO YOU ADHERE TO CANON? Not at all  /  A little  /  Some ( this ultimately depends on the muse but for the most part, i like to base my muses off of headcanons rather than canon because i genuinely dislike the way they were written in canon / they weren’t explored enough etc ; the majority of these muses that I portray are canon mixed with headcanons of my own, so they will respond in such fashions in situations, while other muses I’ll portray as entirely canon divergent, as I also am very comfortable completely disregarding canon ) /  Mostly /  Strictly  /  Not Applicable

WHAT POST LENGTHS DO YOU WRITE? One Liners  /  Single-Para  /  Multi-Para  / Novella

DO YOU USE ICONS AND/OR GIFS? No  /  Gifs  /  Icons

DO YOU WRITE ON OTHER PLATFORMS? No  /  Yes

WHAT LEVEL OF PLOTS DO YOU WRITE? Unplotted  /  Open-Ended Plots (set up a meeting and see what happens)  /  Semi-Plotted (one or two steps ahead) /  Fully Plotted Epics ( plotted beginning, middle, and end )

HOW QUICKLY DO YOU USUALLY RESPOND TO THREADS? Very Slow (more than a month)  / Slow (3-4 weeks)  /  Average (1-2 weeks)  /  Fast (less than one week) / Very Fast (less than three days)  /  It depends

WHAT TYPES OF THEMES DO YOU LIKE? (feel free to add!) Fluff  /  Angst  /  Smut  /  Violence  /   Tragedy   /  Domestic  /  Family  /  Conversational / Crack

WHAT GENRES DO YOU LIKE? (feel free to add!) High Fantasy / Supernatural /  Science Fiction  / Historical  / Horror  /  Comedy  / Romantic  / Drama /  Action  /  Adventure  / Espionage

ARE THERE ANY THEMES YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE WRITING ON YOUR BLOG? (not triggers) No  /  Yes  / Sometimes / Rarely

DO YOU HAVE ANY TRIGGERS?  HOW DO YOU REQUEST IT TAGGED? Honestly, I don’t really have any squicks or triggers but I just expect things to be tagged in general for the sake of other people.

– S H I P P I N G –

WHAT TYPES OF RELATIONSHIPS ARE YOU OPEN TO? Romantic  /  Platonic  /  Familial

WHAT TYPES OF PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIPS ARE YOU OPEN TO? Romantic (if we talk about it and plot it before hand) /  Platonic /  Familial

DO YOU HAVE OTPS? No  /  Chemistry Only  /  Yes

DO YOU HAVE NOTPS? No  /  Yes

WHAT IS YOUR MUSE’S SEXUAL ORIENTATION? Heterosexual  /  Heteroflexible  /  Bisexual  /  Pansexual /  Homoflexible  /  Homosexual / Demisexual  /  Sapiosexual  /  Asexual ( ** Caedsexual )

WHAT IS YOUR MUSE’S ROMANTIC ORIENTATION? Heteroromantic  /  Heteroflexible  /  Biromantic  /  Homoflexible  /  Homoromantic   /  Panromantic  / Demiromantic  /  Sapioromantic  /  Aromantic

ARE YOU COMFORTABLE WRITING SMUT? No  /  Selectively /  Yes

HOW EARLY IN A RELATIONSHIP DO YOU SHIP ROMANTICALLY? Autoship  /  During plotting  /  After a couple IC interactions  /  Several IC interactions  /  Slow burn  /  Never

ARE YOU OPEN TO TOXIC SHIPS? No  /  Selectively /  Yes

ARE YOU OPEN TO PROBLEMATIC SHIPS? (incest, canon history, age difference, complicated, etc.) Absolutely NOT  /  Selectively  /  Yes

Alright, just to illuminate before someone shoves shit down my throat, if it’s in a character’s canon history that a muse was in a toxic relationship or a complicated one or if there’s an age gap or if there’s incest then I honestly don’t mind?? Of course, I’d never, ever in a million years tolerate incestuous or toxic relationships irl for a million reasons ( my parents were in a toxic relationship so that should speak volumes that I do not ship anything like that in the slightest ), but if it’s part of a character’s backstory then I’m not going to sugarcoat it - I’ll tag it and that’s it. I also don’t really mind age gaps either as long as it’s not like anything gross like a kid and an adult, you feel? My parents were ten something years apart, I’ve personally never thought of it as an anomaly as long as there’s mutual love and respect but that’s just my opinion on things. Disclaimers truly kill me on the inside and this should be obvious but there are people that really need this reminder and that is just because I write disturbing content does not mean I endorse, condone, support or tolerate it.

ARE YOU OPEN TO POLYSHIPPING?

No  /  Selectively  /  Yes

ARE YOU AN EXCLUSIVE SHIPPER? Never  /  Sometimes ( depends on the muse ) /  Yes

DOES CRACK SHIPPING EVER HAPPEN? No  /  Yes

– T A G G I N G! –

tagged by: Stole it lmaoooo tagging: @aurality​ and anyone else who wants to do this ig??

[petyrbaealish]

My fourth (and last) promised prompt for my 400 Follower Celebration. Hope you like it!

For: My 400 Follower Celebration. Halloween themed prompts.

Prompt: By @0writerchick0 :  "Congrats on 400! I absolutely <3 your blog. If I'm one of the first 4 I'd love to request a scene were PxS meet at a halloween party -- well a couple of them. Maybe as one of them hits up various parties, they notice the other keeps appearing. One, none, or both of our OTP can be supernatural, entirely your choice. Thanks! I know it'll be great! “

Tags: Petyr x Sansa, Halloween, Modern AU

Title: Follow My Lead Link here.

Summary: Petyr goes to a company Halloween party, and spies a girl dressed as a faerie that he cannot seem to keep his eyes off of. Enchanted, he follows her from party to party, taken as much by her beauty as the mystery surrounding her. What he learns upon finally meeting her will change him forever.

Follow My Lead

Halloween parties weren’t exactly Petyr’s forte. Sure, he enjoyed dressing up, but his idea of the concept meant something entirely different. He had a certain sense of style he prided himself on, something that most Halloween attire couldn’t possibly live up to.

Still, here he was, on October 31st, dressed in costume and at a Halloween party, all in the name of keeping up appearances at work. His boss, Robert Baratheon, had little taste for theme parties, but his dreadful wife Cersei had planned the event (on the company’s dime, of course), and as a senior level employee, Petyr was obligated to attend. And to wear a costume, which was explicitly stated as mandatory on the rather gaudy invitations, designed more to flaunt wealthy status than to exhibit taste. Just like Cersei herself, in fact.

He’d spent more time than he would have liked to admit trying to find a costume that was both simple and elegant, that required minimal effort and allowed him to wear one of the suits he always donned for company events. A vampire might have been a good choice, if he’d been willing to wear false fangs, which were really all that was necessary to pull off the look, but he felt rather stupid doing so, and that option was quickly discarded. Another option, found during a quick search for costume ideas, involving writing the word ‘book’ on his face to mimic Facebook, was also dismissed. He didn’t relish the idea of walking around with anything written on his face, even in the name of a simple costume.

Instead, he’d opted for something that only required that he carry around an empty picture frame, large enough to frame his face, minus the glass and cardboard backing. It was annoying to have to carry it around everywhere, and Cersei seemed less than pleased, but everyone else seemed to love the ‘Self Portrait’ idea (many wished they’d thought of it themselves, rather than dressing up in fairly typical Halloween fare). Over all, Petyr was definitely pleased with successfully saving himself from having to spend an entire evening dressed like Prince Charming (Cersei’s twin brother Jaime) or wearing some foam monstrosity like Pycelle (fuck, was the old man really dressed like Gumby? Petyr supposed it fit, in a way. Pycelle had always been quite spineless. And creepy).

Petyr spent much of the night trading barbs with Varys, who was dressed tonight as Maleficent. Though Petyr wouldn’t have thought it, somehow Varys actually pulled it off, which was slightly unsettling. The man was always full of surprises, though Petyr wouldn’t never admit as such to anyone, and tonight was apparently no exception.

Varys had spoken with disdain of Petyr’s own costume, seeing behind the ingenuity for what it really was: an excuse not to do any work finding a real costume and a way to avoid suffering through the indignity like everyone else. Of course, Varys was actually enjoying wearing his outfit, but that was hardly the point. Varys had known Petyr would abhor dressing up, and now Petyr had robbed Varys of the joy of goading him all night about it.

As they quipped about Cersei’s costume (she was dressed as Cinderella, the counterpart to her twin brother Jaime’s costume. They weren’t even trying to be discrete about their incestuous affair, apparently. Her husband, Robert, was the only one who’d forgone a costume, which was probably how they’d managed the couples’ costume in the first place), Petyr spotted Ned Stark walking towards them, accompanied by his wife, Catelyn, better known as Cat, a heartache if there ever was one. He’d spent years recovering from her rejection, blissfully separated from her and her new husband, until suddenly they were back in his life again. Really, he should have seen it coming, considering Robert and Ned had been close growing up, but Petyr had hoped Ned would continue with his rather ambitionless career track in construction.

Cat and Ned were another pair wearing a couples’ costume, dressed as Beauty and the Beast, respectively, which Petyr thought quite fitting, all things considering. Apparently they were among the few that had actually followed Cersei’s theme for the night of classic fairy tales. Of course, Petyr’s own costume fit with the theme, technically. Self portraits were common, in the times when most of those fairy tales took place, after all.

Luckily, Ned spotted Petyr before they were close enough to have to make pleasantries for appearance’s sake, and grabbed Cat’s arm, pulling her in the opposite direction. Petyr watched them go with a self indulgent smirk that he hardly cared if Varys noticed, until his eyes caught a flash of vivid red and his smirk faltered. Cat had covered her own red locks with a cheap brown wig for the occasion, since Belle was a brunette, so Petyr was certain it hadn’t been her. And yet the girl he’d seen had looked so much like Cat had back when he was still young and foolish enough to love and hope for love in return, that he was completely taken off guard.

She was dressed like a faerie, though her costume was like none he’d ever seen before. Petyr watched her, enchanted, as she wove through the crowd, following Cat and her brutish husband. Her dress was dark green, short and tight-fitting, embroidered along the hem and up one side with curling vines, their trail snaking along her neckline and down one breast, and up into the sheer light green fabric that stretched from the tops of her breasts to her neck. Flowers glittered like jewels among the leaves, and the entire dress shimmered with an iridescent quality that seemed otherworldly.

On her feet were dark green stilettos, the straps crawling up her calves and to her knees, looking for all the world like real vines against her pale skin, complete with tiny leaves. And upon her back were wings, delicate structures of sheer gossamer fabric, light green like the top of her dress, and glittering with silver filagree and shining gemstones. They swayed gently as she walked, leaving a shimmering trail in her wake.

Petyr swallowed, and fought back the urge to follow her, to find out who she was, to take her hand and lead her from the party, back to his apartment, and his bed. Varys eventually tired of trying to secure his attention once more, and left for more stimulating conversation, though Petyr knew he’d hear about this at work on Monday. He didn’t entirely care. All he wanted was to keep watching her, only her.

She drifted closer to him once, as she gave up her pursuit of Cat and Ned (which still had him more than a little curious) and instead flitted about the party, laughing and talking with his co workers. Her skin carried a subtle glow to it, and a fine dusting of metallic silver shone on the apples of her cheeks. There were little flakes of reflective material encrusted in artful designs by her eyes, reminiscent of shards of glass, each fleck highlighting the gorgeous blue eyes that peeked up from beneath long, pale lashes.

Petyr caught her eye once. Only once. And her lips had curved upwards in a smile he could only deem excessively wicked, and oh, how he liked it.

But before he could force himself to stop standing there and gawping at her like a complete imbecile, she’d vanished.

One minute, he had her in his sights, and the next she had gone. It was like magic. He searched for her in vain for the next ten minutes, then ended his vigil and searched the room on foot, again to no avail. The girl was gone.

Mood soured, Petyr left the party, thinking that perhaps he might be able to find her again, using his considerable skills at finding people who did not wish to be found. But instead of driving back home, he inexplicably found himself driving to another party, that of Robert Baratheon’s brother Renly, and Renly’s boyfriend Loras. Positively baffled by what on Earth had tempted him to come, when he’d never cared for either Renly or Loras, he sat in his car for a few minutes, trying to figure out the strange compulsion.

Coming up empty, he made to pull his car back out of the space he’d pulled into, but found himself oddly reluctant. Petyr cursed, then snatched up the picture frame and got out of the car, wondering if perhaps he’d been possessed earlier that night. It really was the only explanation.

Or perhaps possessed was the wrong word for it. Enchanted, more likely. The girl had befuddled his senses, rendering him completely incapable of speech or movement. More than likely, he was still shaking off the effects of her considerable charms.

The party was in full swing when Petyr reached Loras’ apartment, the door open to allow free passage for guests. No one seemed to notice him, everyone half clad in various costumes, and either drunk, high, or a mix of the two, dancing and shouting like the world depended on it. Again, Petyr wondered at the strange inclination he’d had to come here, and briefly debated about turning back around and heading back for his car.

Until he saw that flash of red again, so vibrant despite the cacophony of color saturating the room. Like a fly caught in a web, he was instantly ensnared, helpless to her pull, though he suspected she was as like to devour him as the spider would the fly.

She was talking to a girl he recognized as Margaery Tyrell, Loras’ sister. In truth, neither were technically classified as girls, but as young women, but as he was nearing forty he had a tendency to refer to anyone under thirty as a girl, or a boy, rather than as a woman or man. Though he was starting to revise that line of thinking, staring at the bewitching red headed faerie. Young she might be, but when he looked at her he saw only a woman, fully grown, and, quite importantly, legal to be lusted after, or pursued, if he so chose.

Petyr watched her with her friend, not caring if anyone noticed how openly he was staring. As she hugged Margaery goodbye, her eyes caught his once more, and she cocked her head curiously to the side, regarding him thoughtfully. And then she was sweeping past him, leaving behind an intoxicating scent of lemon and mint in her wake.

So, of course, he followed.

He’d followed people before, though purely for work purposes, and not for anything else, but the methods were much the same in any case. So he knew how to be discrete, as he trailed her outside, then followed her in his car as she drove uptown. This was toeing the line of stalkerish behavior, he knew it, and yet he couldn’t stop himself regardless.

Somehow, something had driven him to Renly’s party. And he was certain it had been her. Somehow, some way, she was calling to him.

And he would answer that call, it seemed. Willingly or not.

Mostly willingly.

Nearly completely willingly.

She’d taken him to another party, this one, he was somewhat horrified to see, packed full of Cat’s children. None of the Stark brood interacted with her at all, but Petyr watched her watching them from afar.

Luckily, she chose not to stay long. The Stark children’s party had been even more raucous than Renly’s, with a decidedly younger guest list, and the whole time he’d been waiting for someone to spot him and shriek of stranger danger.

Again, he followed his faerie beauty, his eyebrows lifting when she pulled into his club, the Mockingbird. Apparently she had her sights on the joint party held by two rival paintball enthusiast groups, the Night’s Watch and the Wildlings. Petyr had been most amused when they’d come to book the party, months ago. From what he’d heard, the head of the Night’s Watch had fallen for a flame haired Wildling during one of their many matches, and now they wanted to hold a party in hopes of settling the differences between the teams.

This last party was even more hectic and hedonistic than Renly’s and the Stark children’s parties combined, though that was to be expected, considering it was at his club. The strippers he employed were all working the room, dressed in tasteful costumes that he himself had approved ahead of time. Alcohol and other, less legal substances, flowed freely, and most of the Wildling team (all easily identified by an excess of piercings and tattoos, along with unnaturally colored hair) had heavily imbibed.

Petyr followed her once more, and watched as she focused her gaze on the head of the Night’s Watch, a young man with longish curly dark hair who had eyes only for his wild haired Wildling girl. He could see a sadness in her eyes, one he’d caught briefly at the company party, and at the Stark brood’s party in fuller force. Just what was her connection to these people?

He spent awhile pondering the matter as he watched her, but unfortunately, since he was at his club, his focus was eventually interrupted by his staff, inquiring after the reason for his presence.

Annoyed, Petyr tried to shrug Olyvar off. “I own the Mockingbird, Olyvar. That is reason enough.”

The blonde laughed. “Uh huh. And that pretty redhead you’ve got your eye on has nothing to do with it.”

Petyr shot him a withering look. “Don’t you have work to do?”

Olyvar gave him a cheeky salute, then sidled up to one of the patrons he’d previously been attached to, and disappeared.

“So this is your club, huh?” A voice sounded behind him, lilting and musical.

Petyr turned, and she was there, smiling coyly at him. His mouth went dry as he caught her scent again, his eyes drinking in her ethereal beauty afresh. She was even more breathtaking up close. Quite literally, in fact.

He schooled his features into one of indifference, though it probably hardly mattered, considering his behavior all night. “Yes.”

She cocked her head to the side, her gaze traveling up his body before meeting his. “It’s nice,” she commented. “And quite classy, for a strip club.”

He chuckled. “I prefer to think of it as a night club. Referring to it as a strip club calls up a far seedier experience than I hope to provide.”

She grinned. “And do you ever partake in your club’s offerings?”

“No,” Petyr scoffed. “Though this is a classier establishment than most, I have more self respect than that. A woman bought for her attentions is not a willing woman, no matter how much it appears otherwise.”

“So you would prefer that a woman comes to you willingly?”

“I think you’ll find most do.”

“Indeed.” Her lips curved. “You’ve been following me.”

Petyr raised an eyebrow. “Have I?”

“Yes.” She sidled closer, her hand reaching out to finger his tie. “Do not worry. I am willing.” She paused, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Dance with me?”

He only nodded, not trusting himself to speak, though he honestly wasn’t exactly thrilled at the prospect. Were they still at the company party, he would have been assured of his dancing skills, but club dancing was a far different entity, and he was loathe to make a fool of himself. Still, he followed her out onto the dance floor, and tried not to sigh with relief when she merely wrapped her arms around his neck, initiating a slow dance despite the techno beat.

As they danced, he found his gaze caught by hers, their bodies moving closer and closer together, and closer still, until hardly a sliver of space could be found between them. Soon they were cheek to cheek, and his breath whispered against her ear and the tendrils of flame tucked behind it.

Though the silence that enveloped them was exquisite in its own right, he was desperate for answers, his need to know overpowering anything else. “Who are you, sweetling?” he asked, feeling her shiver in his arms as his breath tickled her neck.

“You may call me Sansa,” she replied softly. “The rest is unimportant.”

Even her name sounded otherworldly, the way he thought it might feel to roll off of his tongue. The sound of it, and the sensation, dredged up images both erotic and exotic, and if only her name could inspire such in his mind, he could only dream of what delights unraveling her mysteries might bring.

Petyr pulled back so that he could see her face, and gave her his most winning smirk. “Oh, I doubt that.”

The corner of Sansa’s mouth lifted to match his. “Do not ask me, unless you truly want to know. Many a man has lost his mind upon learning a faerie’s secrets. They cannot handle the truths we bare.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Getting a little too into the spirit of the holiday, I see.”

Her lashes dipped, and she shook her head sadly. “It is a shame. I had hoped that perhaps you’d be different.”

Mouth turned downward, she made to step away, but Petyr tightened his grip on her waist. “Wait.”

“Yes?” One red brow had arched, and her blue eyes had retained some of their former sparkle.

“Test me. If indeed I lose my mind, it will have been happily lost.”

Her smirk returned. “And if you keep your sanity, what then? Will you continue to follow my lead?”

“Continue?” Petyr asked, then narrowed his eyes as realization struck him. Of course. Grinning, he shook his head. “My first eye opener of many, I suppose. Tell me, was it mere coincidence that I saw you at Renly’s party?”

“Of course not,” she purred. “You had no intentions of coming to that party, before tonight. You came for me, and me alone.”

He wanted to know just how she had enticed him to follow her to that second party, when he’d had no idea that she’d be there, nor any reason to go besides that, but then, maybe he didn’t. What did her reasons matter, truly, so long as her interest in him was genuine? He’d always prided himself on his judgement, in the character of others, in dealing with all manner of life’s idiosyncrasies. Whoever this bewitching woman was, he knew she meant him no harm.

“And what were your reasons for attending so many parties tonight?” Petyr asked, prodding gently for the answers he wanted. “A woman such as yourself doubtless has no lack of friends, and yet only at the second party did you seem to have any previous rapport with the guests.”

Sansa’s smile turned wistful. “In another life, that might not have been the case. I was born to another family than the one that raised me. A family who does not know me, even as I watch them from afar. I would have been happy with them, my heart tells me so. But fate had other plans.”

Petyr frowned, considering her words. Then each party she had attended tonight, perhaps had guests with familial connections to this girl? And the third party had been hosted by the rambunctious Stark children…

He wracked his brain, casting for clues among the various guests he’d spotted at each party. Ned and Cat had been at Cersei Lannister’s company party. Their children had all been in attendance at the third party. And here, at the fourth party, he suddenly recalled that the head of the Night’s Watch was in fact a cousin of the Starks.

That left only the second party, which rather left a kink in his theory. Try as he might, Petyr couldn’t remember having seen anyone there that was related to the Stark family, or even a Tully, which was Cat’s maiden name. But then, Sansa had seemed to have friends there, so perhaps that party alone was not part of the puzzle her words had suggested.

“And what fate would tear a girl from her family?” Petyr asked finally, suspecting she wasn’t about to answer him outright, but enjoying the challenge the riddle posed nonetheless.

Sansa leaned in close, her breath tickling the shell of his ear. “I should think you’re clever enough to know the answer, though I shall give you a clue regardless. Not everyone is wearing a costume tonight.”

He had left his own meager attempt at a costume behind in his car, needing no pretense to visit his own club, though he knew with absolute certainty that she wasn’t referring to him. And, as he hadn’t yet seen anyone in the club without a costume, he imagined Sansa’s words held an entirely different meaning. Which only left one answer, one possibility, which even now lingered beneath his fingertips.

But that was absurd.

Wasn’t it?

Long ago, he remembered hearing that Cat had lost a child. A girl who’d been taken from them soon after birth. They’d buried their little girl, heartbroken over their loss. And yet here was a woman, whose looks seemed so very similar to Cat’s, whose age corresponded with the story, who’d never known the family she was born into, and instead sought them out one Halloween.

She had said he might lose his sanity upon learning the truth. Although he was wondering if perhaps he should be questioning her sanity instead, if she was really insinuating what he thought she was.

Still, what could be the harm in playing along? Either she’d offer proof and he’d learn another hidden facet of the world he lived in, or she was simply enjoying her little game, seeing how far she could take it. Or, most undesirable of the three, she truly believed what she was telling him, despite all evidence to the contrary, and he’d have wasted an evening on the whims of a gorgeous mad woman.

Petyr sincerely hoped that it wasn’t the third option. The second would be most ideal, he imagined. But, a part of him, a very small part that still believed in songs and fairy tales of happily ever after, despite all he’d done to crush it, hoped it was the first option.

“Show me?” he entreated, drawer her closer in his arms.

She was silent for half a heartbeat, yielding to his embrace, then her steps halted, and she retreated, eyes glinting. “This is your club, is it not?” He nodded, and she continued, expression sly. “Perhaps we could go somewhere more private? You must have an office on the premises.”

Smirking, he stepped back, taking her hand. “Right through here, my lady,” he said leading her towards a door that nearly blended in with the surrounding wall, marked with a discrete ‘Employees Only’ sign.

The door lead to a corridor, and at its end Petyr found his office, retrieving a key from his pocket to unlock the door, before letting Sansa inside. He stepped in after her, flicking the switch on the wall to turn on the light and closing the door behind him with a soft snap. She surveyed the room with a keen eye, turning on the spot to take everything in, the space immaculate, just as he always kept it, and he watched her in turn, wondering just what she had in store for them.

Finally, her eyes found his again, her lips curving in a mischievous smile. “Are you certain this is what you want?” she asked. “There may be no turning back.”

He cocked his head to the side, eyes sweeping over her form, taking in every exquisite detail, before they met her gaze with a calmness that was in stark odds with his erratic heartbeat. “I am confident that whatever the outcome, it will be worth it.”

Her smile broadened. “For your sake, I hope you are right.”

Petyr tried to shake off her cryptic warning as he watched her retrieve a small round mirror from her purse and set it on the ground. He stared, astonished as the mirror began to expand before his eyes, growing larger and larger, until it was the size of a small area rug.

Then, she took his hand. “Do you trust me?”

Without speaking, he nodded, hardly knowing what to think.

And then she stepped forward with one foot, onto the glass, and as she did so ripples fled from the point of contact, like water in a pond. A gentle pressure to his hand, urging him forward, and he stepped onto the mirror as well, just as she moved her other foot. Petyr stared down at their reflection for a second, watching the ripples slowly smoothing out, before he suddenly felt himself sinking down, down, down. Before he had fully realized what was happening, he was standing upright once more, on the mirror, and with Sansa. But their surroundings had changed. Where once he’d been enveloped by the comforts of his office at the Mockingbird, he was now surrounded by complete unfamiliarity.

Petyr could not help but gape as his eyes took in the scene before him. They were standing in a garden, dark greenery overflowing in every direction, dotted with splashes of color more vibrant than anything he’d ever seen. It was dusk, and the moon was full overhead, and so bright and round and startlingly close that he felt almost as if he could reach up a hand and cup it in his palm. Fireflies lazily drifted about, and the air seemed to shimmer, like dust sparkling in the moonlight.

There were statues nestled here and there about the foliage, flowers and vines twining around them, as they continued to grow, even now before his eyes, and the statues too seemed to shift and change, expressions morphing, limbs stretching, hair blowing in the soft breeze. A large weeping willow, with flowers reminiscent of cherry blossoms woven into its long trailing branches, stood at the edge of a lake with waters smooth as the glass of the mirror beneath his feet, a state which contradicted the tumbling geyser at its center.

Sansa stepped off of the mirror, her hand still in his, and he followed her to the cherry willow, ducking with her through its canopy. Beneath the tree’s shade was a space strangely incongruent with the size he’d expected, given the tree’s dimensions. There was another pool, the water burbling happy against smooth stones, along with a large blanket draped over the dark green grass, its design similar to the dress Sansa wore. Glowing orbs hung in mid air at varying heights, fireflies dancing beneath the glass.

She led him to the blanket, drawing him down to sit beside her. It was far more comfortable than he would have thought, sitting upon the ground with only a blanket between him and the earth, and he idly wondered how that could be possible, before chastising himself. Of everything he could see before him, that was honestly what he was curious about?

It was clear that his earlier theory had been right. This woman was not merely masquerading about on Halloween as a faerie. She was one. And here was the proof, before his eyes, beneath his feet, in his hand.

As strange as it seemed, option number one had indeed been the correct answer.

And Petyr was certain that he’d never been happier to have his entire worldview turned on its head. From dreamer, to cynic, and back to dreamer again.

Both transformations at the hand of a red haired beauty that had captivated his heart.

He was certain now. It could not merely be a coincidence. This was Cat’s daughter.

Sansa was a changeling.

When Petyr’s gaze met hers, she smiled sadly at him, twining her fingers with his. “And now you know.” She paused. “Will you stay with me?”

“Yes.” He said it automatically, without having thought it over, without a single fraction of a second’s hesitation. And yet he didn’t regret his answer. Far from it.

Her eyes shone, lips parting, each painting a picture of the surprise and joy she clearly felt. And then he leaned in and kissed her, and her lips tasted bright and sweet, like lemon meringue, and he couldn’t have stopped even if he’d wanted to.

Afterwards, she lay curled against his chest, her skin soft against his, the blanket pulled to drape over their bodies as the air chilled beneath the tree. Sansa wasn’t asleep, her fingers drawing abstract patterns over his chest and stomach, tracing the scar he knew they’d eventually talk about. Petyr did not know how or why she had set her sights upon him, but he hardly cared. As long as she wanted him, he would follow her lead anywhere.

Notes: Changeling is sometimes used to describe only the faerie child left in the human world, but I checked and it can also just mean one child exchanged for another, so I believe it still fits how I used it :). Hopefully I’m right.

Also, yes, that’s a reference to Shrek, because Jaime so looked like Prince Charming at the beginning of the show.

I hope you liked it! If you haven't yet, and want to read more Halloween themed shorts, check out my other works :). I have 4 other Halloween one shots that I think you might like!

[benevolentgodloki]

Roleplaying Profile Meme: PLEASE REPOST, DO NOT REBLOG!  Feel free to add to any of your answers!  The purpose is to tell your partners about the way you write!  For the multiple choice ones, BOLD all that apply and, if you want, italicize if it’s a conditional answer!

– B A S I C S –

NAME : Pirate ARE YOU OVER 18?   Yes / No IS YOUR MUSE?   Yes* / No

* {what the heck is it with me and muses that are over 1000 years old I swear.}

ARE YOU SELECTIVE ABOUT WHO YOU WRITE WITH ON THIS BLOG? No (anyone) / Semi (most people) / Yes / Highly / Private (mutuals only) ARE YOU SELECTIVE ABOUT WHO YOU FOLLOW ON THIS BLOG? No (anyone) / Semi / Yes / Highly

{It may have been noticed that when I first started out I had my blog as ‘highly selective’, which isn’t particularly helpful for starting out ;D So for now I’m ‘selective’ and will very likely try to calm down soon with how much I take on as I’ve not even touched my ‘main’ blog since I started on this loser, oops. }

IF YOUR MUSE IS CANON, HOW MUCH TO YOU ADHERE TO CANON? Not at all / A little / Some / Mostly / Strictly / (OC)  

{I try to keep Loki ‘canon’, but, well, for me, roleplay is about playing with what you’ve got and having fun. It’s fantasy. If you want to have Loki in a situation that would otherwise be totally OOC then it’s my job as a writer to find a way for that to be believable. If I wanted to write Loki just for me and keep him strictly to one ideology, then what would be the point in me sharing him? You wanna ship him? Cool, we’ll see how that works out. You want him taking over the world? Sweet, I’ll find a reason. You want him fluffy or angsty or redemptive? I can work something out. I’m a sandbox, I’m not trying to write the next Marvel movie here}

WHAT POST LENGTHS DO YOU WRITE? One Liners / Single-Para / Multi-Para / Novella

{If memes require it I’ll do one-liners or novellas if doing drabbles etc. They’re circumstantial. I’m not against one-liners, it depends on what’s happening in a thread, but I also don’t want to clog up people’s dashes except for brief crack!}

DO YOU USE ICONS AND/OR GIFS? No / Gifs / Icons / Gifcons DO YOU WRITE ON OTHER PLATFORMS? No* / Yes

{I do write some instant roleplays with Will (araedi) on Discord but generally I find these highly stressful because I have this thing where I have to immediately respond to messages (thanks anxiety, you’re great) so I literally only play with Will and a side-order of rare chat instances - or in Cards Against Humanity!}

WHAT LEVEL OF PLOTS DO YOU WRITE? Unplotted / Open Ended Plots / Semi-Plotted / Fully Plotted Epics HOW QUICKLY DO YOU USUALLY RESPOND TO THREADS? Very Slow (more than a month) / Slow (3-4 Weeks) / Average (1-2 Weeks) / Fast (Less Than One Week) / Very Fast (Less Than Three Days)

{When I get back on track with my main blog, unfortunately my posting speed is likely to deteriorate drastically. At the moment I’m taking only a few days because my health’s keeping me from doing much but enjoying Loki and I’m buzzed enough about him to even post on work nights. In anticipation of me being a slow bean, I started this blog off with this very warning in my rules. I do have a thread tracker, however, so if you’re wondering where your reply is and it’s been anything up to a week, please ask in case I’m a dumb and I lost it <3}

WHAT TYPES OF THEMES DO YOU LIKE? (feel free to add!) Fluff / Angst / Smut / Action / Tragedy / Domestic / Family / Conversational / Hurt-Comfort WHAT GENRES DO YOU LIKE? (feel free to add!) High Fantasy / Supernatural / Science Fiction / Historical / Horror / Comedy / Romantic / Drama / Action / Adventure / Espionage / Everything

{I unbolded horror but it’s dependent. Written horror isn’t like visual horror, which is something I don’t do well with. I’m a total wimp. But I can do some pretty dark nasties with fiction. I’ll try most things}

ARE THERE ANY THEMES YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE WRITING ON YOUR BLOG? (not triggers) No* / Yes   DO YOU HAVE ANY TRIGGERS?  HOW DO YOU REQUEST IT TAGGED? No / Yes*

* {I’ll answer both these in one asterisk. My one trigger I don’t need anyone to tag because it’s very specific and unlikely to come up. If something of that ilk happens in our thread I’ll IM you to explain and it will entirely not be your fault so never worry :P I’m generally fine with most themes to write so if you’re looking for someone to try something out who’d normally say no, you can always ask.}

– S H I P P I N G –

WHAT TYPES OF RELATIONSHIPS ARE YOU OPEN TO? Romantic / Platonic / Familial / Physical / Sexual WHAT TYPES OF PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIPS ARE YOU OPEN TO? Romantic / Platonic / Familial / Physical / Sexual

{So for Loki this one’s a bit more unusual. I’m up for varied things but some stuff requires first meetings etc. Romance will take chemistry and time (if at all, that dumb frost giant heart). Family can be pre-established if you’re playing a muse from the movies who is one of his family. I may consider AUs/OCs with other pre-established family members but plotting is key for that too. Some ships I lean more toward and may be more easily persuaded to just assume sexual things have already occurred or at the least flirting. It’s entirely muse and situation dependent basically.}

DO YOU HAVE OTPS? No / Chemistry only / Yes DO YOU HAVE NOTPS? No* / Yes / I don’t know

* { I don’t really but it’s possible? I’ve not got any on blacklist. I wouldn’t say I’m raring to go for Thorki (I don’t intend at this time to do so with my bestie Thor) but if you’re a Thor out there who’s just at their wit’s end unable to find semi-incestuous love, well, I won’t necessarily rule it out. I’ve even considered Helki because hot damn. I’m supposed to be talking about NOTPs where was I? Tbh I’m not a fan of Stucky. Each to their own. If I see too much of it on my dash I get a bit ‘ewww’ but hey if you love that, then you go love that! And that doesn’t affect Loki anyway. Basically if something feels good fictionally for me and him, I’m up for trying it)

WHAT IS YOUR MUSE’S SEXUAL ORIENTATION? - Heterosexual / Heteroflexible / Bisexual / Homoflexible / Homosexual / Pansexual / Demisexual / Sapiosexual / Asexual / Attracted to masculinity / Attracted to femininity / Attracted to androgyny

WHAT IS YOUR MUSE’S ROMANTIC ORIENTATION? - Heteroromantic / Heteroflexible / Biromantic / Homoflexible / Homoromantic / Panromantic / Demiromantic / Sapioromantic / Aromantic / Polyamorous

ARE YOU COMFORTABLE WRITING SMUT? No / Selectively / Yes

HOW EARLY IN A RELATIONSHIP DO YOU SHIP ROMANTICALLY? Autoship / During Plotting / After A Couple IC Interactions / Several IC Interactions / Slow Burn /Depends on partner & muse

ARE YOU OPEN TO TOXIC SHIPS?

No / Selectively / Yes

ARE YOU OPEN TO PROBLEMATIC SHIPS? (canon history, age difference, complicated, etc.) No / Selectively / Yes

ARE YOU OPEN TO POLYSHIPPING? No / Selectively / Yes

ARE YOU AN EXCLUSIVE SHIPPER? No / Sometimes / Yes

DOES CRACK SHIPPING EVER HAPPEN? No / Sometimes / Yes

DOES CROSSOVER SHIPPING EVER HAPPEN? No / Yes / Depends

Tagged by: @heartfractured Tagging: Anyone following me who wants to do this. I know that sounds lazy but half of you have already probably been tagged XD

[youremyonlyhope]

Winter is Coming

 So... despite the fact that I’ve been spoiled for like... half the stuff that happens in Game of Thrones... I’m officially watching it. And I’m gonna live blog it.

But like... I already know half of the deaths and resurrections and plot twists and stuff just because I’ve been on the internet and I have a brother who loves the show and likes to tell me vaguely what happens after each episode.

But I was not aware that the very first episode is called Winter is Coming. If the episode where winter finally comes isn’t called Winter is Here then I’m gonna riot.

Also the fact that tonight aka the night that the episode where Gendry finally comes back was aired is also the night I decide to start watching the show is not a coincidence. Literally I’m half watching this purely for Gendry. I know nothing about the show but I know I’ll love Gendry. So I’ll be patiently waiting for Gendry.

Wow. Already I think I recognize a Harry Potter actor. Yep, IMDB tells me he’s that replacement Malfoy cronie from Prisoner of Azkaban because either Crabbe or Goyle hurt themselves during filming, so Malfoy had a random Slytherin boy with him during the more physical scenes. And this is the random Slytherin boy. The very first frame of the show. And someone’s from Harry Potter. Britain literally has like 20 actors in total. Oh. Ew. Nah. I’m literally making audible sounds because of the shots of the chopped up bodies. My mom just asked me what’s wrong. We’re just getting right into making this M rated. Ok but was that little girl’s body there before? I don’t think it was. THEY’RE GONE. SO I BET HER BODY WASN’T THERE BEFORE EITHER. SO THESE THINGS MUST BE FAST. Blue eyes. That’s new. Oh nah. Is that thing gonna turn around and be the little girl? Ok. It was. But that was not as jump-scary as I thought it would be. Just creepy. Poor Slytherin boy. Now time for the 10 minute long intro. Oh look it’s Jon Snow! And that’s Prince Charming from Cinderella right? And the mom looks familiar too. Jean Grey and Lady Me! So basically we’re seeing everyone in the first 5 minutes. YES ARYA YES. Night’s Watch. I’ve heard that before. Sometime around when Jon Snow either died or was resurrected I heard people mentioning it. I’m gonna keep up a count of the times “Winter is coming” is said since I’ve been counting the number of “ganks” in Supernatural but wished I had started counting earlier. So I’m not letting that happen for GOT. Winter is coming #1 It’s been 15 minutes and we’ve had 2 onscreen beheadings. Direwolf! I know that word too! SAME. I AM JON SNOW ADOPTING THE DIREWOLVES. Ok. This dude who wanted to kill the puppy, he looks familiar too. WHY DO YOU ALL LOOK SO FAMILIAR? Yep. Hearing Jon mention the 5 Stark kids and the 5 direwolves is making me remember my brother talking about them... and I think he mentioned they all die or something at some point... maybe. See, this is why I kind of hate watching shows I’ve been spoiled for. But also on the internet it’s hard to avoid spoilers. I think I had heard about Jon getting the runt too... OOooooh.... it’s THE throne. Cersei... is she the one who’s like... super incestuous...? Ooooh the green screen while little Bran runs around the top of the tower. It’s not good. It’s been 6 years and it’s already starting to not age well. Wait. Wait. Is Joffrey the king they were talking about? That just hit me as the kid came riding by that he’s king of something eventually. Oh god. I love the way Sansa shrugged when she was asked where Arya was. Never mind. Joffrey’s not king. Yet. And I don’t like the look he gave Sansa, nor the look she gave him back. Come on girl. A MONTH? Riding for a month? Oh yay it’s Peter Dinklage! Hey look it’s Daenarys! And Son Of Mine, who I know I will end up hating again but I also know he’ll get what he deserves eventually so I’m not gonna waste any energy truly hating him. I’ll just let him do his creepy thing and relax knowing he’ll get what’s coming to him. Oh god ,he’s even more of a creep than I thought he was, and I already knew he was one of the biggest creeps in the show.

Oh my god, iiSuperwomanii mentioned this scene. The scene where Daenarys goes into a tub and it’s super hot but she didn’t care and it was in one of the first episodes. It was foreshadowing for something. Glad I was spoiled so I can catch on to whatever it is this is foreshadowing.

Oh it’s Khal Drogo! See, I know I’ll end up loving him too. But right now he’s scary.

“I would let his whole tribe fuck you. All 40,000 men and their horses too if that’s what it took.” ... ... ... WHAT. THE. FUCK. No but dude. Seriously. What the hell? What. How do you manage to make yourself worse every single time you do something new? I swear you open your mouth and my body reacts in anger. I didn’t want to have to waste energy hating you since I know your fate, but I might have to.

See, tonight (as in literally 2 hours ago) my brother spoiled for me that Jon Snow isn’t really a Stark and that it was just revealed in tonight’s new episode. So... all this talk about bastards... Jon... you don’t know. Winter is coming #2. I might start saying WIC. WIC #3 ...I kinda sorta love Rob Stark... I don’t remember hearing about him dying... I hope he doesn’t... I also hope he doesn’t turn out to be completely horrible too... Ok but like... what if this letter about whats-his-face (I’m already losing track of names) being murdered is a lie and it’s meant to convince Ned to take the job as the King’s Hand so they can actually murder the Ned the new Hand? Or maybe they murdered the old Hand to get the job open for Ned. Maybe. OOOOOOH, DRAGON EGGS Ok, Emilia Clarke is so tiny compared to Jason Momoa and it just makes this all so... terrifying. I don’t like V-whatever-his-name-is-Son-Of-Mine-Harry-Lloyd. But Harry Lloyd is great. I feel almost kind of bad that he can play creeps so well. I hope he’s not type casted. This is the most people of color I’ve seen so far in this episode, and probably the most I’ll see all season. I meant to say it earlier, but I kind of love that the clothes of Daenarys are mostly just like... simple fabric shapes draped and folded and fastened with intricate pins. I love it. Oh poor girl. I know from spoilers that in the books apparently this scene was more consensual, but god why did the show have to change it to this. Ok... something about Bran is familiar... I kind of had deja vu looking at him when he first appeared on screen... and for some reason when he was looking at Ned leaving to hunt the feeling came back... so who is this kid... Is this little boy gonna die by falling off this tower? He better not. Never mind. He didn’t die. But I was right about Cersei being super into incest, so that’s... good? Good that I knew, not good that she’s into it. Jamie. If you push this little boy out the window... WELL FUCK YOU TOO.

I LEGIT GASPED. AT LEAST IF LITTLE BRAN HAD FALLEN WHILE CLIMBING, IT’D BE HIS OWN FAULT. HIS MOM WARNED HIM EARLY ON, HE DOES IT AGAIN, HE DIES, IT WAS FORESHADOWED, IT’S SAD, BUT HE’S A KID AND GOT IN AN ACCIDENT. THIS IS SO MUCH WORSE. ALSO THE DIREWOLF WAS DOWN THERE. DID THEY BOTH DIE!?

It’s 1:30 am. I gotta be up in like 6 hours. And I should try to get some sleep. Ugh.

Ok fine, Game of Thones. I’m sucked in. If only because you possibly killed this little boy and I need to know if he’s ok.

Also I think I figured it out, the kid just has eyes that remind me of Joshua Colley’s from Newsies and Les Mis. At least I think that’s who he’s reminding me of. And looking up Bran’s actor on IMDB spoiled for me that he’d be in more episodes after this so... he either lives or he becomes a ghost. I’m guessing he lives. I should just stop with looking up these actors on IMDB honestly.

And I never say the F-word unless it’s truly deserved (and as you can see from me saying “the F-Word” just now instead of just saying the word, I really rarely curse) and so far Jaime and V-whats-his-creepy-face-Harry-Lloyd have both deserved it.

[akumasighted-blog]

Roleplaying Profile Meme

PLEASE REPOST, DO NOT REBLOG!  Feel free to add to any of your answers!  The purpose is to tell your partners about the way you write!  For the multiple choice ones, BOLD all that apply and, if you want, italicize if it’s a conditional answer!

– B A S I C S –

NAME: Arielle ARE YOU OVER 18? Yes/ No IS YOUR MUSE?  Nope!  Not in his main verse anyway.  I might make a future verse eventually. WHEN WAS YOUR BLOG ESTABLISHED? I made it last winter but didn’t really start using it until early this year.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE ABOUT WHO YOU WRITE WITH ON THIS BLOG? No (anyone) / Semi (most people) / Yes (some people) / Highly (few people) / Private (mutuals only)

ARE YOU SELECTIVE ABOUT WHO YOU FOLLOW ON THIS BLOG? No (anyone) / Semi (most people) / Yes (some people) / Highly (few people)

IF YOUR MUSE IS CANON, HOW MUCH TO YOU ADHERE TO CANON? Not at all / A little / Some / Mostly / Strictly  / NA

WHAT POST LENGTHS DO YOU WRITE? One Liners / Single-Para / Multi-Para / Novella

DO YOU USE ICONS AND/OR GIFS? No / Gifs/ Icons / Gificons

DO YOU WRITE ON OTHER PLATFORMS? No / Yes

WHAT LEVEL OF PLOTS DO YOU WRITE?

Unplotted / Open Ended Plots (set up a meeting and see what happens) / Semi-Plotted (a few steps ahead) / Fully Plotted Epics (plotted beginning, middle, and end)

HOW QUICKLY DO YOU USUALLY RESPOND TO THREADS? Very Slow (more than a month)  / Slow (3-4 Weeks) / Average (1-2 Weeks) / Fast (Less Than One Week) / Very Fast (Less Than Three Days)  

WHAT TYPES OF THEMES DO YOU LIKE? (feel free to add!) Fluff / Angst / Smut / Action / Tragedy / Domestic / Family / Conversational / Hurt-Comfort

WHAT GENRES DO YOU LIKE? (feel free to add!) High Fantasy / Supernatural / Science Fiction / Historical / Horror / Comedy / Romantic/Drama / Action / Adventure / Espionage

ARE THERE ANY THEMES YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE WRITING ON YOUR BLOG? (not triggers) No / Yes

DO YOU HAVE ANY TRIGGERS?  HOW DO YOU REQUEST IT TAGGED? No / Yes.  ( However I do have a few squicks/topics that make me uncomfortable that I will likely not roleplay, and some things that I ask but do not require to be tagged. )

– S H I P P I N G –

WHAT TYPES OF RELATIONSHIPS ARE YOU OPEN TO? Romantic / Platonic / Familial / Platonic Queer

WHAT TYPES OF PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIPS ARE YOU OPEN TO?

Romantic / Platonic / Familial / Platonic Queer

DO YOU HAVE OTPS? No / chemistry only / Yes 

DO YOU HAVE NOTPS? No / Yes.  ( No incestuous ships will appear on this blog, and that includes the demon kings. )

WHAT IS YOUR MUSE’S SEXUAL ORIENTATION? Heterosexual / Heteroflexible  / Bisexual / Homoflexible / Homosexual /Pansexual  / Demisexual / Sapiosexual / Asexual

WHAT IS YOUR MUSE’S ROMANTIC ORIENTATION? Heteroromantic / Heteroflexible / Biromantic  / Homoflexible / Homoromantic/ Panromantic / Demiromantic / Sapioromantic / Aromantic

ARE YOU COMFORTABLE WRITING SMUT? No / Selectively / Yes

HOW EARLY IN A RELATIONSHIP DO YOU SHIP ROMANTICALLY? Autoship / During Plotting / After A Couple IC Interactions / Several IC Interactions In / Slow Burn 

ARE YOU OPEN TO TOXIC SHIPS? No / Selectively / Yes / Never Tried It.  ( Not on this blog, no. Kid’s got enough problems. )

ARE YOU OPEN TO PROBLEMATIC SHIPS? (canon history, age difference, complicated, etc.) No / Selectively / Yes  

ARE YOU OPEN TO POLYSHIPPING? No / Selectively / Yes

ARE YOU AN EXCLUSIVE SHIPPER? No / Sometimes / Yes ( I’m not super sure yet, since no ships have happened on this blog, but I figure if he ever does develop feelings for a muse, it’ll probably only be with one version of that muse. )

DOES CRACK SHIPPING EVER HAPPEN?

No / Yes  ( Not yet anyway. )

DOES CROSSOVER SHIPPING EVER HAPPEN? No / Yes / It’s possible.

– T A G G I N G! –

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Roleplay Preferences Meme

PLEASE REPOST, DO NOT REBLOG!  Feel free to add to any of your answers!  The purpose is to tell your partners about the way you write!  For the multiple choice ones, BOLD all that apply and, if you want, italicize if it’s a conditional answer!

– B A S I C S –

NAME: Kate ARE YOU OVER 18?  YES / No IS YOUR MUSE?  Yes / No / Verse Dependent WHEN WAS YOUR BLOG ESTABLISHED? ??? Over a year ago, I think.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE ABOUT WHO YOU WRITE WITH ON THIS BLOG? No (anyone) / Semi (most people) /  Yes (some people) / Highly (few people) / Private (mutuals only)

ARE YOU SELECTIVE ABOUT WHO YOU FOLLOW ON THIS BLOG? No (anyone) / Semi (most people) / Yes (some people) / Highly (few people)

IF YOUR MUSE IS CANON, HOW MUCH TO YOU ADHERE TO CANON? Not at all / A little / Some / Mostly / Strictly / NA

WHAT POST LENGTHS DO YOU WRITE? One Liners / Single-Para / MULTI-PARA / NOVELLA

DO YOU USE ICONS AND/OR GIFS? No / Gifs / Icons / Gificons

DO YOU WRITE ON OTHER PLATFORMS? No / YES (Skype)

WHAT LEVEL OF PLOTS DO YOU WRITE? Unplotted / OPEN-ENDED PLOTS (set up a meeting and see what happens) / SEMI-PLOTTED (ONE OR TWO STEPS AHEAD) / Fully Plotted Epics (plotted beginning, middle, and end)

HOW QUICKLY DO YOU USUALLY RESPOND TO THREADS? VERY SLOW (MORE THAN A MONTH) / Slow (3-4 Weeks) / Average (1-2 Weeks) / Fast (Less Than One Week) / Very Fast (Less Than Three Days) [ I have an exhausting full time job, a needy fur baby, a fiance and planning the wedding to said fiance on the go, so my activity can fluctuate ]

WHAT TYPES OF THEMES DO YOU LIKE? (feel free to add!) Fluff / Angst / Smut / ACTION  / Tragedy / Domestic / FAMILY / Conversational / Hurt-Comfort

WHAT GENRES DO YOU LIKE?  High Fantasy / Supernatural / Science Fiction / Historical / Horror / Comedy / Romantic/DRAMA / Action / Adventure / Espionage

ARE THERE ANY THEMES YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE WRITING ON YOUR BLOG? (not triggers) No / Yes

DO YOU HAVE ANY TRIGGERS?  HOW DO YOU REQUEST IT TAGGED? No / Yes 

– S H I P P I N G –

WHAT TYPES OF RELATIONSHIPS ARE YOU OPEN TO? Romantic / Platonic / Familial/Canon / Familial (OCs) [ MJ has a big family, it would not be impossible to write her a family but I try to stick to what I’ve made her canon for her immediate family ]

WHAT TYPES OF PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIPS ARE YOU OPEN TO? Romantic / Platonic / Familial (Canon) / Familial (OCs ] [ same as last answer ]

DO YOU HAVE OTPS? No / chemistry only / Yes

DO YOU HAVE NOTPS? No / Yes [ anything incestual ]

WHAT IS YOUR MUSE’S SEXUAL ORIENTATION? Heterosexual / Heteroflexible / Bisexual / Homoflexible / Homosexual / Pansexual / Demisexual / Sapiosexual / Asexual

WHAT IS YOUR MUSE’S ROMANTIC ORIENTATION? Heteroromantic / Heteroflexible / Biromantic / Homoflexible / HOMOROMANTIC / Panromantic / Demiromantic / Sapioromantic / Aromantic

ARE YOU COMFORTABLE WRITING SMUT? No / SELECTIVELY / YES 

HOW EARLY IN A RELATIONSHIP DO YOU SHIP ROMANTICALLY? Autoship / During Plotting / After A Couple IC Interactions / Several IC Interactions In / Slow Burn / Never {not open to romantic ships} / Man chemistry happens when it happens

ARE YOU OPEN TO TOXIC SHIPS? No / Selectively / Yes / Never Tried It 

ARE YOU OPEN TO PROBLEMATIC SHIPS? (canon history, age difference, complicated, etc.) No / Selectively / Yes 

ARE YOU OPEN TO POLYSHIPPING? No / Selectively / Yes

ARE YOU AN EXCLUSIVE SHIPPER? No / Sometimes / Yes 

DOES CRACK SHIPPING EVER HAPPEN? No / Yes 

– T A G G I N G! –

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