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What will they say of me when the histories are written?

house of the dragon ; show based 21+ ; mature themes studied by kitt ( she + her )

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When you're trying to work on your blog but the laptop says no

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Update time for my 0.3 loyal and lovely followers ! I'm going to begin a rewatch of House of the Dragon in the next day or two and then start a-fresh over on @kingwithered ! This will include deleting threads that are 100000 years old (my fault for falling off the map) and revamping my theme as well, probably. I might make some icons as well because viserys means a lot to me. I'm going to be writing there, little by little because a multi is far too much work for me right now. Small steps. Follow over for viserys if you want. I will be more than happy to see anyone who does :)

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just about 2 months of work left and then i'll be around . at this rate , my brain is telling me i'll have to remake the blog but i will honestly try not to . peace <3

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i leave tumblr for a while and i come back to see TUMBLR LIVE shit all over my top bar ? wtf is this ?

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I'll find time to come back one day. I swear it.

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luke wanting to hold joffrey but being refused is both adorable and breaking my heart fjdskhfksj

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@ofprevioustimes asked : “ who do you fight for? ”

brida's word are almost spat , like he's lower than a dog to her now . " i fight for myself , for my lands and for my family ! " uhtred bites back . he's always had to reason with brida on the fact that he's never felt as completely pagan as she has . if only kjartan hadn't have burned their longhouse all those years ago - things might have turned out very differently . but he did and , as a result , uhtred began to question ; began to dream once again of his saxon roots in northumbria and his ancestral home of bebbanburg . " if you think i am still a sworn welp to alfred , even after his death , you're wrong , brida . i choose to fight for aethelflaed because she is my family . not because of any oath ! "

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𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

“ am i not good enough? ”  

“ you’ve been so quiet. what’s on your mind? ”  

“ why did you help me? ”  

“ who do you fight for? ”  

“ why do you hate me? ”  

“ have you come to laugh at me in my miserable state? ”  

“ you’re not dating anyone, are you? ”  

“ i’ve got your back, okay? ”  

“ where do you think you’re going? ”  

“ how long have i been asleep? ”  

“ are you going to kill me? ”  

“ why can’t i come with you? ”  

“ we all have secrets, don’t we? ”  

“ did you want to be alone? ”  

“ why should i trust you? ”  

“ wait. did you hear that? ”  

“ promise me? ”  

“ why are you talking like we’ll never see each other again? ”  

“ do you remember anything at all? ”  

“ what? no witty remark? nothing clever to say? ”  

“ you wanna know what your problem is? ”  

“ may i have this dance? ”  

“ can i ask… what happened? ”  

“ how many people have you killed? how many? ”  

“ do you ever hear yourself? ”  

“ would you run away with me? ”  

“ could you be happy here with me? ”  

“ you can’t or you won’t? ”  

“ you slept with them, didn’t you? ”  

“ well, how do i look? ”  

“ after all you’ve done how can i possibly trust you? ”  

“ why can’t you let me in? what are you so afraid of? ”  

“ what did they do to you? ”  

“ so why’s it so important anyway? ”  

“ where have you been? ”  

“ why are you looking at me like that? ”  

“ why did you come? ”  

“ what are you doing out here by yourself? ”  

“ is… that my shirt you’re wearing? ”  

“ you… don’t like me very much, do you? ”  

“ why does it always have to be a fight with you? ”

“ why can’t you look me in the eye? ”  

“ can you forgive me? ”  

“ what if i never see you again? ”  

“ you were going to leave without saying goodbye? ”  

“ how about a little midnight snack? ”  

“ are you… smelling me? ”  

“ how did you get this scar? ”  

“ what do you want in exchange for it? ”  

“ what did you want to tell me? ”  

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@dcmure asked : “ w—why did y—you help me? “

" because there's nothing worse than seeing innocent people being murdered and doing nothing about it . " of course , with the amount of secrets he knows , finnick could do a significant amount of damage to a great many citizens in the capitol but stop the games altogether ? that's a far - reaching dream , even for him . yet , he'd managed to manipulate several sponsors into sending gifts into the arena for a tribute that wasn't his own - something finnick isn't sure has ever been done before . not that he's tried but having witnessed the boy and girl from district 4 slaughtered in the first cull , there wasn't much more anyone could do for them . " some rich clients of mine owed me a handful of favours and i decided to call them in on your behalf . think of it as a gift from one victor to another . "

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@dcmure asked : “ h—how long h—have i b—been a—asl—asleep ? “

" longer than i've ever slept in my life . " are the first , rather blunt words that come from haymitch before he smiles and sits forward in the chair by the bed - not a whiskey to be seen . " a couple'a days at most . everything blurs into one down here . " in the bunker of the apparently destroyed district 13 , it's true . he's only seen the outside on videos shot of katniss or finnick . seems strange to miss something so mundane as fresh air . even if it would be filled with ash and the stench of smoke . " i wouldn't worry too much , sweetheart , according to primrose everdeen , you're doing fine . and she's a pretty good doctor if you ask me . "

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@wcrriorhearts asked : " are you going to finish that? " ( probably pregnant annie stealing finn’s food lbr )

finnick looks down at the food and realises he's just been picking at the freshly cooked fish , moving it absently this way and that with his fork . " oh . no , here , take it . " he's recovering slowly from the capitol sewer mutt attack but seeing annie's glow and the way her belly has begun to swell in earnest now is all the reason finnick needs to keep fighting . to keep holding onto his changing life and live it , one day at a time . he edges the sun - bleached wooden platter across the table towards her with his good hand , the other resting on his thigh under the table ; conscious of how it looks . " you need it more than i do . "

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uhtred cannot remember the last time he was this far south . it has been many years , certainly , and the very last thing he expected to bring him away from winterfell was the prospect of marriage . a man of nineteen now , he's lithe of foot and broad of shoulder ; the addition of stark furs to his cloak making him look even larger . but hopefully not imposing as that's the last thing uhtred would wish to appear to be in front of his future wife .

cregan has reassured him that she is spirited , as he is , so the dread of finding an old maid for whom children are almost an impossibility has somewhat subsided upon the road from the north . his muddied boots and spattered trousers have been changed for more formal attire and uhtred feels encased as he approaches the gardens .

the amulet of amber from his home at duskendale hangs about his neck , between the wolf heads clasp of his adoptive family and uhtred takes a breath before stepping out . truth be told he is nervous ; the giddy kind that turns a stomach to butterflies . still , it is her dress he sees first and immediately loves the colour . not only for its own beauty but also the way it looks upon her . he smiles , tight - lipped but not unpleasantly as he comes closer , each step more comfortable than the last .

" lady strong . " he begins , with all the goodwill in the world , knowing she deserves that respect as the last of her house . he gives a small bow - only from the hip - and then straightens , looking her in the eyes . he could get lost in those eyes . " i think we both know the pleasure is mine . " uhtred wonders what lysandra must think of him in his furs and drab brown hues but he must try to impress her if he is to one day take back his lands . he offers his arm , while the other rests by his side , hand playing with a similar amber orb worked into the hilt of his blade . " shall we ? "

The dress is stiff and seems to smother her, the lace scratchy and unpleasant on her skin. It has been many years since Lysandra dressed in anything akin to formal and she despises it. If she is being honest, she loathes the whole occasion for which she has been dressed this finely, because it has been against her wish. But what is the desire of a woman in comparison to that of a man? Naught, as she has learned throughout her life.

For the first time since her father and brother died she was free after the war, rid of Larys and his abuse, just to now be betrothed to a man that will also want to control her. She has no doubt that the suitor that has been chosen for her has only agreed to the union, because she is heiress to Harrenhal and everything left of House Strong. There is not much she knows about her future husband, other than that he lost the claim to his own inheritance, so Lyssa has no doubt he is after hers now.

The young King has agreed to have the two meet in the gardens, before their betrothal will be celebrated in the eve. Her family was always loyal to the crown and King Aegon is honoring it by ensuring that Lyssa also does her duty to the crown now. What a blessing. In her humble opinion, she has given enough in the past years, but the council seems to disagree. S Cregan has suggested for her to marry a ward of the Starks and against all protest, she is now waiting in the gardens for her future husband, pulling on the itchy lace of her light blue gown.

A man appears in the doorway that leads out into the gardens. Tall, handsome and broad shouldered - and much younger than Lyssa feared. At first glance he looks nothing like she imagined, but that is good, because her mind filled in all blanks in the worst ways possible. Straightening her spine, she clasps her hands before her and waits until he has approached, relieved to see that he is truly the man she has been waiting for. Good. „Lord Uthred“, she greets with a soft nod of the head, trying to appear graceful and remember her many lessons of court etiquette, in which she slept and dreamed of becoming a knight instead of a Lady. „It is…a pleasure to meet you.“ Or something of that sort. She‘d be more pleased to remain unwedded, but if he turns out to be a problem, she knows ways to rid herself of him.

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UHTRED RAGNARSSON - THE LAST KINGDOM S2, EP8.