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string me up by my toes guys...

if i don’t post tonight you guys can string me up by my toes and have the town square throw tomatoes at me, i give you permission

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if i don’t post tonight you guys can string me up by my toes and have the town square throw tomatoes at me, i give you permission

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I'm going insane and I have no one to talk to

I was kinda planning out a Jace x oc fic where the oc is a foreign princess from a powerful kingdom that also descended from old valyria

Said princess knows about the dance and wants to prevent it from happening by marrying into Rhaenyra's faction, thus giving her the backing of an advanced kingdom that would make war impossible/pointless. A very easy storyline, right? WRONG

I look away for one second and she starts being a little gay for Baela

The princess feels guilty for ruining Baela's betrothal so she asks her to become her lady in waiting as a way to apologise since that position ensures Baela keeps living a privileged and lavish life. Baela on the other hand WANTED to dislike the princess but genuinely couldn't bring herself to do it. instead, to her horror, she started to fall for her and the little things she did that no one seemed to notice.

Here's the problem though: they're both longing for eachother in the most painful way possible

Jace notices his wife and sister painfully yearning for eachother, he wants to help but doesn't want to spook them

I have managed to trap myself in writing this stupid love triangle 😭😭😭

THIS IS SO GOOD I LOVE THIS you and i are connected because i also have a really complex oc storyline that involves her knowing about the dance and trying to prevent it and also being really gay for baela and married to jace. anon, are you me?

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which fragrances….?

i’m really into layering rn but i have genuinely the most insane fragrance allergies, so im trying to find good fragrance that i can actually wear ☝️ my main perfume is old trusty sdj 62, but im really thinking about getting the burberry her london dream to put with, but i’m conflicted about whether they’ll smell good together or not hmm

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ena help one of my college roommates is a trump supporter

WHAT i pray for you

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guys im rewatching cregans intro scene and why did i not do this sooner. his fukcing accent good lord and the wy he says his s's are making my eyes water cause i like it so much. Hey guys who was gonna tell me i actually like this guy to an uncomfortable extent Who was gonna

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i’m struggling so bad to write rn girls i’m sorry 😞😞 legit hyper focused on perfume and house plants rn. feeling weirdly normal

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GUYS i’ve worked like every day the past two weeks because everyone at my job quit and i also moved so now that that’s over i will post, my dearest apologies

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“To each their own forward”

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hbd 🧙‍♂️! could i request body worship w. jace & cregan x reader?

its up baby!!! :3

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jacaerys velaryon x wife!fem!reader x cregan stark smut ( w. 823)

꒰ your prince takes you to bed with the warden of the north — winterfell gets cold. cregan heavy. fem reader. body worship. light crejace action i'm sorry i can't help myself. reader has hair. ꒱ written for ena's birthday celebration ! ཐི༏ཋྀ󠀮

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆

hot hands run from the crest of your ribcage in a slow arc down the curve of your waist to the outwards jut of your hip. "comfortable princess?" cregan stark's low, gentle voice rings into your ear. the wolf of the north, no one would know how gentle he is — until they're in his bed, that is. his hands are warm, uncharacteristically soft, and they span the entire distance from your xiphoid to your femoral head. big, warm, soft.

his mouth has been against the back of your neck for most of the evening. cregan is touchy.

"shes a very pretty girl," cregan murmurs. it's meant more for jace, but it's the shell of your ear that his breath grazes, your spine that a shiver shoots down. he revels in that, smirking against the sensitive skin at your pulse point as you shudder. he follows the path of the shiver with his knuckles, dragging them down the column of your spine like he's counting your vertebrae.

jacaerys nods, retracting his head from your torso for the first time in a while. "my pretty princess," he mumbles, drunk on the taste of your skin. his pretty brown eyes are glassy, unfocused with lust as he gazes up at you.

it's like that — your prince at your front, cregan spooning you from behind. you're trapped, at the mercy of the crown prince and his strongest ally.

"my princess," jace breaths again, smiling up at you before returning his mouth to its post, to the soft skin where your ribcage parts, exposing vulnerable flesh. he presses hot, open-mouthed kisses to that spot. one hand rests in the path of cregan's, against the natural bow of your spine, supporting your back to arch into his eager mouth. he replaces lips with tongue as he shifts, dark curls migrating down the plush bed as he drags his tongue down your belly.

cregan's hand leaves your back, finding your arm. he starts at the cap of your shoulder, squeezing softly as he runs his hand up and down your bicep to generate warmth. "warm enough, dear?" he asks, breath fanning across all of the sensitive spots that he shouldn't know on your neck.

he isn't satisfied by your nod, leaning in to press slow kisses against the skin there, behind your ear. he stops the rubbing at the top of your arm, and his next crest down is slower, more deliberate. "your husband tells me that you've had a hard time adjusting to the cold," he whispers against your skin, fingers edging down your forearm. he reaches your wrist, feeling the bone with his thumb, before letting his long fingers slot into yours, where they rest in jace's hair.

sharp teeth sink into a particularly delicate spot, and cregan only spares the mercy of his tongue when you yip. wolf-like teeth, bizarly sharp canines. "made in the very image of the mother," he says, using the hand of the arm which is serving as your pillow to pull your hair back from your neck.

jace makes a noise into your lower belly. "he doesn't know what he's talking about," he snips, using his hand on your back to bow your body closer to his mouth. "he doesn't believe in any gods, least of all the seven."

cregan's hand abandons yours, sinking itself into the prince's messy curls. he tugs sharply, making jace gasp into your skin. "mind your mouth," cregan reprimands calmly, his voice gentle and even. that voice would make you heel like a well trained dog. he can command the presence of any number of people with a stern look and even tone. you wonder if he's ever raised his voice — not for any reason other than the fact that he doesn't need to. his silence turns heads like any other man's voice would.

jace has a retort, something snarky that you can't make out because he says it between more heated kisses. the hand on your back has naturally migrated down, cradling your bottom to support you as he works down. his other hand, which has once propped him up, settles on your thigh. he uses his body to encourage yours to roll over, onto your back; cregan is the only thing preventing your body from moving, and he deigns it a good idea because he moves back in time to let your shoulders collide with the soft furs under you.

still, cregan is on his side. he watches your face as jace makes his way down, one big hand coming to cradle the side of your face. he traces the curve of your cheek and the outcrop of your brow bone.

he runs his thumb up over your hairline, letting his fingers curl around the back of your neck as he watches your expression. slowly, he leans down to press a gentle half-kiss to your mouth. "relax, pet," he breathes against your lips, nose nuzzling against yours.

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ship so good the thought hasn’t even crossed anyone’s mind 💔

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Errol Le Cain (c. 1980) ☀ The space between ‘once upon a time’ and ‘happily ever after’

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happy belated father’s day to cregan stark, i just thought of him holding a baby

I DONT KNOW WHY J NEVER REPLIED TO THIS!!! cregan with a little tiny baby 💔 need him desperately

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i fully lied about the fifteen, sorry guys 🧍‍♀️

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need 7, 9, 15, 16 with jace expeditiously... (pls take your time ily and your writing! (*˘︶˘*).｡.:*♡)

which prompt list was this for? :3

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i know literally nothing about asoiaf lore beyond hotd, but i know aemon son of jahaerys and i think that hes hot