#( ❅ v ;; modern || sansa. )

[mvrcellas]

@winterreigned said, "you're the table everyone wants at starbucks." // also modern

she was EMBARRASSED that she was crying -- after all, this was a mess that myrcella made. at least, that's what her mother told her. tristane was set to marry her and what a beautiful, wonderful, LOVELY man that he was... and she went and ruined in by running away. running HERE. and now she was getting a pep talk that she absolutely did not deserve. "i feel like a stool at dunkin donuts. a broken one. the one that they use to, like, put boxes on when they run out of counter space."

fingers moved to clumsily wipe away her tears before myrcella sucked in a slow breath, big eyes looking up at the other... pathetically, honestly. her mother told her NEVER to cry in front of others -- it seemed she was throwing every valuable lesson she ever learned right out the window. "did i make a mistake? should i go back?"

[imaginarianisms]

sansa & jeyne have matching my melody & kuromi tattoos. btw

[packsurvivcs]

@prodigum asked: "How did it end?" theon for sansa!

"The Tortured Poets Department: The Anthology" by Taylor Swift Sentence Starters

They credits rolled as she checked her phone, not aware that Theon was awake now. She rolled her eyes as she put her phone back down on her lap, "Maybe don't fall asleep next time and you'll know" Robb had gone on an errand that their mom had sent him on, and he hadn't wanted to wake Theon up. So her task was to sit here until he woke up, which was frankly unfair in her opinion considering the likelihood of Theon sleeping for hours. Luckily for her that hadn't been the case, "Robb should be back in half an hour, mom sent him to pick something up she needs" she added as an afterthought, "I assume you're staying over?"

[rcsegilded]

SEND 😘 TO KISS MY MUSE (accepting) | @zobrietikuni​​​

😘😘😘/// robb hear me out

Sansa's friend—Janna? Jennis? she hadn't bothered to remember properly—had drunk more than her fill of those sugary mixed drinks the bar had been advertising and was currently dealing with the consequences over a toilet bowl. Margaery, pleasantly tipsy herself and particularly averse to the sound and smell of sick, told Sansa that she and Robb would wait for them outside while Theon ran out to grab the car. Distress had crossed the other girl's face, making Margaery feel guilty but it was better than making a fool of herself and adding to Sansa's burden.

It was cold outside—cold to her at least. She silently cursed her decision to go out with a bunch of Northerners in the middle of winter. Perhaps she could have gone with something other than the short, green knit dress but she could hardly regret that. Not when it kept the right eyes exactly where she wanted them: on her.

So, she didn't feel bad for taking the jacket Robb offered and thought little of how closely he was standing if it meant sharing his warmth.

“Margaery...”

She looked up at the sound of her name, blinking at the sudden realization that he had effectively closed what little distance remained. He was backlit by the streetlight behind him, casting a reddish halo about his head where it was blocked by his curls. She could see fog of his breath in the low light and even smell the beer on it. And then his eyes, so bright and blue and close enough that she could see the streaks of grey among the color in the irises.

Eyes that were locked on her face, her mouth.

There was a hand on her waist, gently pulling her in to his chest and into a soft kiss. Margaery watched it happening as if in slow motion but she didn't stop him. Perhaps out of curiosity. She let him kiss her for a second, then two, then three. Even responded out of some sort of muscle memory, her lips parting just a little but enough to apparently encourage him further.

It wasn't until she felt his hand shift to her lower back that she broke the kiss and took a small step away. His face was flushed, eyes blown wide, and the confusion had not yet given way to hurt.

“Robb, I—”

A screech of tires and loud honk made them both jump. Theon had just pulled up in his car—junk of a thing, it was a wonder it still ran—and rolled down the window. It was clear from the spark of mischief in his eyes that he had at least seen something.

Greyjoy's irritating presence aside, Margaery saw this moment for what it was: an opportunity. She made for the car, pulling Robb along with her. Opening the door to the back, she ushered him inside. The look on his face was one of bewilderment but it was clear that he expected her to follow. Instead, she gave him an apologetic smile and shut the door in his face.

“Get him home safely, Greyjoy,” she told Theon, finally deigning to look at him. “I'll get a car for the girls when they're ready.” He looked like he wanted to argue but he floundered under her pointed smile and sharpened gaze. With only a little grumbling, Theon put the car into gear and drove away.

Margaery watched as the car disappeared down the street, curiosity still nagging at her. Curiosity, but not regret. Perhaps in the morning—in the bright light of day—she would feel some guilt about sending Robb away. After all, she'd given  him no explanation and still kept his coat.

And worse still, he wasn't the Stark she wanted.

[crownedtargaryen]

tear you apart. modern werewolf!cregan

pairing: modern werewolf!cregan x reader (a/n): i’ll be honest i really didn’t wanna write this cause i am in no way a cregan enjoyer (idk why i just cant get into him) so im sorry if this feels lazy CW: p in v sex, breeding kink, mentions of blood, overstimulation if you squint, kinda a lot tbh he’s a beast. prns: she/her words: 1.3k tag list: @clairacassidy @ad-astra-again @hopelesswritergall @howyouloveyourdragon @daenerysapologist @twizzy123

Being with Cregan Stark was both a treat and a nightmare. A popular hockey player with a more reserved girl seemed like an unexpected match. If his team wins a game, you sit on the couch at this party. You watch the sweaty and shaggy men loiter and flirt loosely, Cregan trying to include me. You stare at him and smile as you softly reject his request. Though, he was a bit of an idiot when it came to understanding others' feelings, completely blind to negative emotions.

He's lucky he's attractive.

You sit on the couch, idly sipping the alcoholic beverage that rests in the red cup between your fingers, staring at the boys. With his shaggy dark hair and beautifully shaped facial hair, Cregan stood out. His toned muscles gleamed in the minimal light around him. You couldn't help the swelling feeling between your legs. Every time sex was brought up, Cregan avoided urges like the plague. You were unsure why since he'd called you his "destined mate." If you both were so destined to be together, why does he avoid intimacy like a plague?

That is, until tonight.

Something in him changes as he comes down from some high, his chest heaving as his hands clench into fists. Robb is nearby and spots a behavioral change. Quickly, you watch as he rushes towards Jon, whose eyes widen in surprise. What's happening? Did he get hurt?

You get up, heading for Cregan to check on him. But, before you reach him, a strong hand pulls you back. You turn around, looking at Jon Snow's familiar face, Cregan's distant half-cousin.

"We're leaving," he says sternly, his voice smooth like silk. You shake your head looking at Cregan. You only see him as Robb drags him off, his eyes fiery and full of something you can't place. When he looks at you, he's practically clawing Robb to get to you, a power trip between the two.

"I came here with Cregan! I can't just leave him," you snap, Jon's brows furrowing as he grabs you tighter and forcefully drags you off to his car.

"I'll get your things, just stay here and behave," he says, pushing me into the back seat and getting into the front, not saying another word. Despite your abundance of questions, Jon stays silent and stern. Is Cregan okay? What's happening? Why can't I see him? This is unfair, you have to tell me! Jon doesn't budge, continuing his one-track mind as you fall quiet, not dwelling on what you've just seen.

When you walk into the Stark house, it's a scattered mess. Arya and Sansa are whispering to each other, which silences when you enter, Robb, Jon, and Ned are all rushing around from Cregan's room to the kitchen, and Catelyn is sitting with the girls in dead silence. You hear the women ushering you to join them, to stay downstairs, but you don't obey. Slowly, you walk up the stairs to Cregan's room.

A shaky hand touches the hot doorknob as you open it slowly, spotting Cregan tied to the bed with anything they can, his chest bare and heaving desperately as his eyes hold a soft yellow hue that glares into your soul. Your heart pounds, closing the door and locking it quickly, rushing to Cregan and furrowing your brows.

"What the fuck is this?! What's going on?" You say with pained confusion. Cregan whimpers under your eyes like a dog, his jaw clenching as his hips push into the air. That's when you notice. His hands hold claws, sharp like an animal’s, yellow-hued eyes staring eagerly into yours, and his raging hard-on that hurt in his pants. It all made sense; why he was tied down, why the women stayed away while the men went around.

He wasn't a human.

You take your hand, placing it on Cregan's cheek, his body blazing hot as he moans and nuzzles into your palm, taking in the scent of your wrist. His k-9 teeth seemed more prominent now as he nipped at your skin with a desperate look in his eyes. You shiver with delight, biting your lip and moving in to kiss him, a banging on the door trailing your thoughts away.

Fuck it.

You ignore the knock, untying Cregan. Within seconds he's on you, his arms cradling your torso and his clawed hands trailing up your shirt. He cups at your breasts through your bra's flimsy lace.

"Mine," he growls lowly, pressing his hard-on to your clothed cunt, grinding his hips slowly. "Breed. Please." He looks at you, only barely restraining himself from forcing this upon you.

You moan in delight, tilting your head back as you return his waist movements tenfold, nodding quickly. "Yes, your mate," you whisper, lips parting slightly as a pathetic whimper escapes your lips. "Take me, Cregan. Please." The plea barely escapes your lips as he pins you against the bed, hands ripping off your clothing like an animal. You ignore the banging on the door, shivering at the heat rushing onto your skin, Cregan tearing off your underwear and pants, tossing the torn-apart clothing to the floor as she sheds his trousers, underwear nowhere to be seen. He grabs your thighs, pulling you up roughly and his mouth immediately abusing your throbbing cunt, tongue lapping at your folds and rolling in circles on your swollen clit, a euphoric groan emerging from him as those yellow eyes glare into yours, forcing you to keep your gaze locked with his. His tongue plunges inside of you, juices squirting onto the muscle as he fists his cock eagerly, grinding into his palm. You sink into the sheets, panting desperately and rolling your hips into his mouth, your thighs trembling. His claws dig into your thighs, harsh enough to prick the skin and draw small bits of blood.

With a filthy pop, he moves off your cunt too early for your liking. But, his regard for your pleasure is now extinct. You can't speak before his cock plunges into you. It took everything out of him not to rail at you. His eyes stare into yours, pushing you into a mating press and his eyes attempting to not roll back in his skull, sweat dripping from his tan muscles and down his freckled shoulders and face, shaggy dark hair dangling in front of your face as his cross necklace dangles in your face, almost taunting you to sink into this sin. Slowly, you grind your hips to tell him to start moving, which he gladly does with an animalistic growl, keeping deep and lustful eye contact as he slams his hips to yours, filthy wet slapping noises filling the room as his lips move to your neck, nipping at the fragile skin.

"Could rip you apart," he whispers, excitement coursing through you. "Tear your pretty body to shreds if I wanted." He slams harder into your cunt, making you whimper and scream his name, clawing red swelling marks into his skin. Cregan loves it, pressing his forehead to yours and huffing loudly. Growls mixed with heavy grunts escaped him. Since this was your first time in ages, you knew you couldn't last anymore.

His hips snap into yours as you tell him you're getting closer to your blissful finale. He ignores you, pounding it just as hard, slamming into that spongy spot inside you, pounding it when you squeal his name. When you see white, you feel him bite in an oddly specific spot on your neck, hard enough to draw blood. He licks up the red metallic fluid eagerly.

"That's it... Fuckin' take my pups in that filthy cunt. Fuck..." He groans in your ear, body trembling in delight.

"Cre- Cregan, stop- I-I can't take any more." You cry, overwhelmed with pleasure. He ignores your pleas, riding out his orgasm just as rough as he started, bursting inside you. 

Gradually, he slows, looking into your eyes and panting heavily, keeping his cock stuffed in your cunt. With a loving kiss, he gently wipes away your tears.

"Don't pass out yet, I'm not done with you. You're all mine tonight, Cub. All. Mine."

[lemonhemlock]

What was your favourite outfit from hotd

It's this beauty!

I fell in love with this gown ever since I saw it. If I could get one like this made, maybe with a mid-calf skirt length, I'd be so happy! The fabric, that stunning blue, the little openings on her neckline and down her arms! Such a grown-up dress for young Alicent. It's a little suggestive, but without being too racy.

I'm also partial to her first Hightower dress, of course. Young Alicent really rocked that boat neckline. This stunning shade of green compliments the brocade v well.

Rhaenyra's petition dress has some amazing details, too.

I also really enjoyed a lot of young Rhaenyra's fugly kirtles, actually. :)

^ I have no excuse for liking these, but I really do, as whacky as they look to the modern eye.

This one is really delicate and has that wallpaper/couch/curtain pattern that I shamelessly love (also check out those sleeves! I'm in love!):

I actually really like how adventurous they were with Rhaenyra's wardrobe overall. The gown she wore for the heir investiture ceremony goes without saying - that whole outfit is so on point. But also her horse riding attire from Ep. 3 and the overcoat she's wearing on the journey back from Driftmark. 👌

Not to ignore some of Alicent's greatest hits, as well - her Targaryen dress with the flowy sleeves is to die for! As is the red gown she wears while pregnant with Helaena + the overcoat + the hairnet.

Even the night robe she wears in Viserys' quarters is very pretty (couldn't find a better image).

Bonus her sweet baby blue dress from the pilot, I love how simple & adorable this is. I love that she's wearing a chemise underneath (v historically accurate), the little embroidery details and the billowy sleeves. <3 She looks like such a doe. It reminds me of Sansa's earliest outfits.

[deadmegumi]

8, 10 + 2 if you're feeling heinous 😈 24 if ur not 😇

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

well MY special little noble is actually the most inherently just and pure of heart and when they win the throne there will be a thousand years of peace. Wdym inherent violence of feudalism that's not real. And while there has been a downtrend in this belief throughout the last five years it HAS influenced a lot of other discource subtly... most people have realized that the way to start fixing westeros's problems is not thru a nice feudal monarch, but they dont understand that abandoning this framework for character/plot analysis also means abandoning a lot of other framework. In the arya v sansa wars people still use feudal patriarchal definitions of femininity to decide who is the Best Sexy Feminist (preteen girl). In debates about morality for certain actions people excuse things because it aligns with the feudal code of ethics- a deeply flawed and violent code. See: ned HAD to take theon hostage because well we live in a society. Like i think it's important not to hold characters to the same moral standards that we hold people in modern times to, because their circumstances are so wildly different, but we dont have to adhere to THEIR feudal values when analyzing them because its only a detriment to their characters. They live in a society but WE do not... cmon guys...

10. Worst part of fanon

no one fucking draws these characters ugly enough. Asoiaf fandom has a plague of sameface ig model syndrome and it sucks cause george puts so much distinct personality even in minor characters and then people are like hmmmmm what if they had the same button nose and good chin that everyone else has. Brienne is ugly let her be ugly!!! Arya and jon have long plain faces u dont have to draw the teen/preteen kids as super defined and striking! Let the kids look like kids. I don't care how beautiful dany is let her be a 15 yr old. OR the instinct to make everyone best friends forever and soften the complicated dynamics btwn these characters. like modern aus where the starks are the benevolent rich people who adopted theon from his abusive trailer park family grind my gears like hes a child hostage from a powerful noble house and u cant erase such a defining part of his character bc you want everyone to be nice to each other. Also related to this is people making jaime nice/acting like asos was a redemption arc or that he didnt commit some uniquely horrific acts in agot/acok. His actions thru out the last two books are not the acts of a changed man they are the acts of a man who realized he can make choices based on empathy and reason not instinct. LAST thing which is something i dont reaaaaally see here much but i know the cunts on ao3 are doing it: the post canon thing where people want brienne and jaime to get married and have twelve kids. Fuck you eat shit and die brienne is not an incubator especially not for that lannister SLAG

2. a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom

cersei is not necessarily my fave but shes a character whose sexuality i often think of. In canon the only time she's had sex with a woman she's topped and every time she fucks a dude she's disassociating so hard shes on another planet. Even when fucking jaime shes like imagining herself in his body fucking him in her body. In the bulldyke cersei universe he's stone. The pants stay on during sex and so does the shirt and probably also the shoes. Cis gay guy cersei universe he already thinks being gay is emasculating enough so obviously he's not going to let anyone penetrate him. Transmasc bi universe its like you've never been strapped until you've been strapped by a dude who's never cum once in his whole life. THANK YOU!

24. topic that brings up the most rancid discourse

"Daenerys is basically george bush because she uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh well its a post 9/11 metaphor and uhhh well astapor is basically iraq and uhhhhh nuclear arms" "dany has never done anything wrong in her life and criticizing her means uhhhhh you hate women and abuse victims" "dany is a RAPIST and a RACIST and wants ALL BROWN PEOPLE TO BE SUBSERVIENT TO HER" "mirri maz duur deserved to die horribly for killing (checks notes) her enslaver" "dany is a colonizer (that's not what that word means. you need to look up what that word means)" brothers. Lets all link arms and kill ourselves

Jesus Christ this is long as hell. Sorry I got a lot of beef

[cellsshapedlikestars]

Beyond grateful to see pol!jon in a modern AU. Don’t get me wrong I love beautiful himbo Jon but I have a soft spot for book lol!jon esp since we barely saw that side of Jon on GoT.

Also what a burn, in MH Sansa considered Ramsay good looking/attractive but not Jon 😭

I do adore pol!Jon and I'll include it in fics if it fits, though it doesn't always because I tend to stay away from actual politics in my fics lol.

I really do love book Jon. I like show Jon, too (until s7 & 8, unless he's with Sansa and he's allowed to be an actual character again), but I definitely prefer the more blurred-morality & petty emo snark of book Jon. Obviously writing a darker fic makes that more possible than in my romcoms.

Now, as for Jon v Ramsay... well, Sansa hasn't commented at all on Jon's looks besides objective observations. Bby girl is repressing, as usual.

(also Ramsay being good looking might have an effect on the plot, and I needed it mentioned in his intro...)

[imaginarianisms]

sansa Does end up dating ramsay in a modern au, it started during an i.ndigigoth festival when sansa was in her goth girl big tiddy era (that she never really fully quite leaves) & after her disaster toxic clusterfuck of a relationship with joffrey then her troubled dynamics w/ men who shouldn't have been looking at her then theon then harry then she finds ramsay at an i.ndigigoth festival & then they went out to watch some horror movie at a theatre & knowing that sansa has. A Type TM they hit it off p well but uh. she has no idea who she's dealing with & soon it all goes downhill really quickly. nothing as drastic as show canon happens but he. genuinely starts creeping her tf out. he's freakishly clingy in a disturbing yandere way. so. so when she tells theon, he freezes bc he's like "oh. oh that's my ex bf" & then the vineboom hits. so when she comes home, ramsay's there & he's like "ok wanna do a murder-suicide death pact" & sansa's like "??????????????? NO????????????? I'M OUTTA HERE". then she cuts off all contact w/ him bc like jfc. then she dates aegon for a bit then that ends tragically for. some reason or another. then she likely ends up dating aurane.

[phantomthrecd]

*IT / GIRL. 

*NAME: Mirae Seong *AGE: 25 *OCCUPATION: Instagram Model / Aspiring Designer *AFFILIATION: civilian *PINTEREST: here !!

»»» mouthing the lines to classic movies; sipping from a bottle of warm champagne; perfect posture; kitchen cabinets used to hold shoes rather than crockery; the wet imprint of lipstick on crystal cut glass; cash tucked away in unlikely places — first-aid kits, shoeboxes, and the backs of picture frames; sentimentality traded in for rationality; dreams deferred but never abandoned; trying on different personalities like each one's a pretty new dress, monogrammed initials; kissing a tissue and pretending it’s a cheek.

BASICS, HISTORY, & EXTRAS UNDER THE CUT !!

BASICS.

NAME: Mirae Seong 

NICKNAMES: tbd.

AGE: 25

D.O.B.: tbd ( but im getting gemini / libra / possible pisces vibes for sure )

HEIGHT: 5′10.5″

GENDER / PRONOUNS: Cisgender female / she, her, hers

BIRTHPLACE: tbd

CURRENT RESIDENCE: Dalston, London.

LANGUAGES SPOKEN: English, Korean ( native ); French ( intermediate )

AFFILIATION: Civilian.

OCCUPATION: Instagram Model / Aspiring Designer

ECONOMIC STATUS: upper class (?)

okay technically probably upper class but v much with the mentality of working / middle classes thinking that it could all blow up in smoke at any moment, so really doesn’t quite live the upper class lifestyle, if you will.

EDUCATION: Higher Ed Certificate in Fashion ( Central Saint Martins ); BA in Fashion ( uncompleted )

SEXUALITY: idk and tbh she hasn’t figured it out either!

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single

CHILDREN: none.

POSITIVE TRAITS: adaptable, business-savvy, hard-working, vivacious

NEUTRAL TRAITS: big-thinking, eager, frugal, idealist

NEGATIVE TRAITS: dependent, insecure, oblivious, pushover

CHARACTER ALLUSIONS: Alexa Chung, Cinderella ( no i’m not ashamed ), Cassie Howard ( that 4am routine, baby ), Holly Golightly, Sansa Stark, Serena van der Woodsen, more tbd.

HISTORY.

( aight so the brain abilities are not at 100% yet so this will likely be an unedited list of life events until i can go in and organize it properly )

trigger warnings for: parental death, terminal illness, racism/prejudice

Growing up, Mirae developed a certain fondness for symmetry. Her mother, blessed with the palindromic name of Ava, was her first introduction to the concept — a woman whose beauty was as revered as her charm, and her financial status as admired as her charitable efforts. She was an actress, eliciting equal tears and smiles, the kind of young starlet who was nowhere until suddenly, she was everywhere. The most remarkable thing to the young Mirae, however, was that no matter how much fame her mother acquired, no matter which trip they went on to accommodate her work schedule — their relationship remained in perfect balance, both growing like flowers towards the same shared sun.

If Mirae had to pinpoint when that sun began to darken, she would do so with ease. A man came into Ava’s life, and with him, step-siblings ( WC ) who had no interest in forming family. From then on, Mirae grew up between London and a sprawling estate in the countryside. Her step-father believed in strong moral values, which meant living in a multi-million dollar manor in a small town populated by off-branches of nobility for greater spans of time than in the multi-million dollar townhouse in the heart of the city. In truth, strong moral values meant traditional English values, which in turn meant classism and nationalism intersecting with a hefty dose of prejudice. It meant — more precisely and most specifically, that when her mother fought her last fight ( not of ancient wars or aliens, but instead against a terminal illness which took her too quickly from this world and on to the next ), Mirae found herself relegated to the background of her fractured excuse for a family, acting as nanny to her younger step-sibling and lady’s maid to her older one. It meant endless grumblings against modernity and the influx of foreigners, supporting the crown no matter what scandal they became embroiled in, and teaching your step-daughter to sit straight and act pretty. That they move to Paris when Mirae is twelve changes none of these things...

...but it did further the love of fashion she had since childhood, pasting together images in a scrapbook of ensembles for her mother to wear. She studied the city streets more frequently than she did her classes, watched Project Runway religiously, falling asleep to Tim Gunn’s catchphrase of ‘make it work’ every night and waking up to a copy of Vogue magazine each morning. In public, she was allowed — and certainly expected — to be smart, talented, and charming. Even despite her stepfather’s glaring distaste for a stepchild he never had any intention of raising without her mother, he instilled a work ethic into the young girl — albeit, only in certain specified areas. The idea of work itself ( and what careers would be acceptable in his upper-crust eyes ) were never directly mentioned. Fashion, when it’s brought up, was quickly discarded as a thing for girls of lesser means. 

At eighteen, she’s given the opportunity to prove herself and designed her older step-sister’s cotillion gown, a couture gown beautifully crossed between Westwood and Mugler. It was the crowning achievement of her youth, the very garment she hoped to get her into fashion school — financial help from her stepfather be damned. At the end of the evening, however, it returned to her in tatters, ripped and stained and presented not in the custom garment bag she’d created for it, but in a trash bag. The thought for escape was already brewing, but it only hurts more to hear the people who should be family say: Get out. Leave.

Mirae returned to London not long after, but found herself barred from the homes she once grew up in. The bank account she was meant to have access to upon turning eighteen is similarly kept out of reach without explanation. By luck, grace, or pity, she’s taken in by an old friend of her mother’s ( WC ) and gets the chance to acclimate herself to a life without much support. She takes a job as a costumer’s assistant, heedlessly willing to take any kind of job which could further her design portfolio and help her pay for rent. The idea to turn to social media hits her during a cast party, with numerous photographers swarming the cast and crew as they wore clothes she’d helped design and customize.

Her instagram quickly became a museum of well-lit shots of her designs and selfies of her striking features, and amassed a remarkable following in hardly any time at all. It would be all too easy to simply post never-before-seen photos of her late mother and gain reputation through those means, but Mirae had no interest in invoking the name of a woman long-gone as a way of building clout — nor did she want to reveal any connection to her stepfather and his family. Six years into the social media game, Mirae accumulated 900k followers, bolstered of course by the likes of Baldwins and Hadids sporting her limited-availability designs and sponsors paying for front-row access to fashion weeks all around the world. 

Curating a life online is a full-time career, complicated by the fact that access given to the masses is precisely what fuels her financial status. At the end of January, following a party to celebrate hitting her first 1mil on Instagram, Mirae was the victim of a robbery. No stranger to weaving diamonds out of absolute dust, she’s done her best to spin it into something positive for social media, and has since seen a giant boost to her stats in the past few weeks. But, the fear is still there, and forever a girl seeking balance in an entirely imbalanced world, she’s now thirsting for revenge. 

HEADCANONS.

Her step-father attempted to have her rebrand herself as ‘Mireille’ and take his surname so she might ‘better fit in’ with Parisian high-society, but she abhorred at the idea of shedding the one eternal thing her mother had given her, and has never once looked back.

Mirae is consistently obsessive about improving herself. She reads Proust and Camus and Joyce repeatedly in the hopes of expanding her mental horizons, attempts a sudoku puzzle before bed every night, and attends ballet barre classes every week.

This obsession, if you will, leads to her having a breakdown just as habitual as the components of its lead-up. It’s not an uncommon sight for her to cry while going through her early morning routines, or for Mirae to wonder if she’s any good or if it’s time for her to rethink her life. This, of course, is the side of her that social media is simply not allowed to see.

The happiest, busiest, and arguably toughest years of her life were at Central Saint Martins, when any money she earned went directly to her education and the furthering of her career. She lived in a cheap flat with three roommates, then quite enthralled with the ability to come home to others who were eager to see her — who enjoyed her presence and supported her dreams. Free of the stifling eye of heer step-father and not yet introduced to the suffocating hand of social media fame, this was perhaps the last time Mirae was purely herself.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

this list got ... long, but if none of these vibe with you and you’d still like to write against Mirae, just let me know and we’ll come up with something <333

the robber(s): obviously, we can plot out how much your chara stole from her and why — I just wanna play around with this so bad! i absolutely adore the dichotomy of mirae starting her adult life very much in a place where she could’ve stolen in order to get by, only to grow into someone who then gets targeted by those who mayhaps also need to steal in order to get by, etc. Also super duper down to play around with it being a gang hit, or even someone in her inner circle who was just getting close to play her! Basically, give me anything and everything for this pretty please <33

clients: what it says on the tin! These people solicit her to design something for them, or style them for an event, that sort of thing. Whether they’re doing to gain clout via Mirae’s celebrity-adjacent status, or they actually believe and see her talent, we can def play around with whatever their relationship is!

step-family: these are littered throughout her slapdash bio, but it really would be so cool to see how Mirae and her step-siblings interact now that they’re all adults and ( arguably / hopefully ) not under the control of the step-father. I imagine there’d for sure be unresolved hurt on Mirae’s end, but I’m all for exploring sibling dynamics of all kinds, so yeah!

stalker: i just think ... this sounds chaotic and messy and i’m here for it! the trope of ‘stalker’ is defo a lot to put on another character, so i’m definitely here for mirae seeing them as a stalker but there being far more to the story that she simply can’t see just yet.

uni connects: Mirae fell short of finishing out her degree, but I’d like to think that she’s retained some of her friendships since then. It’d be esp fun to play around with uni friends who fast-tracked to major design houses upon graduation, or perhaps old advisors who are disappointed in the trajectory of Mirae’s life. 

romances, et al: i think mirae is the type of girl who falls in love v easily, but finds it hard to commit. i do envision some of her romances to be for show / social media, while some are mayhaps born from a shared artistic passion that often spills over into something borderline toxic. I’m down to play around with different shades of romantic connects, for sure!

Not 100% sold on the idea just yet, but I'm toying around with the idea of pre-Instafamous Mirae probably did a bit of the old Seeking Arrangements thing, particularly when she was pursuing a degree in fashion and needed to pay for school. This would definitely need to be plotted out way more thoroughly, but defo write me if you’re interested and we can sort work it out!

fashion friends: you know those indie sleazecore groups of friends that dominated fashion and tumblr photography and such circa 2013? very that!

more specifically — that core group of friends ( likely fellow fashionistas, artists, models, photographers, etc ) who stick together at every event, throw last-minute parties where they discuss art and philosophy and do karaoke until the sun comes up, dress each other up in the most ridiculous outfits and go out for fish and chips at 4am. 

in particular, i’d adore her having a friend she’s been staying with since the robbery!

security for hire: Mirae is definitely a bit fearful for the robbers to return, or for this to inspire more people to target her, so she’s been screening potential security officers to guard her while she’s home. I don’t think that she’d even necessarily go for someone with the fanciest credentials — just someone who she reasonably feels safe with, or mayhaps even someone who ( even before getting put on her payroll ) protected her from a crazed fan, drunken asshole, etc.

gang connects: Mirae’s unaffiliated, but she’s eager for payback, and if the police can’t figure out the culprits ( which...ofc they can’t! ), she’ll likely get desperate enough to turn to something a bit less...civilized. She’d be a bit hard to get 100% on board right off the bat, but I’d ofc love to explore some of those connections — especially if it means her realizing what she’d need to give in return for the help, etc. 

anything and everything ofc!!

[melodicwitchlight]

ofwolvesandkings ☀️ robb stark :

She is only an arm’s length away from full womanhood. The child that he once knew had dissipated; a single speck in an hourglass. An hourglass that counted days of pain, rage, fear, blood, vengeance.

She carries that tiny blade wherever her thirst for blood takes her. She skewers the throats of men twice her size with her eyes blinded. And then she utters two words upon their death, a silent prayer – or perhaps a tribute to the god of Death.

Does she know of her silent guardian - her watchful protector? She sleeps in the shadows, the identity of ‘Stark’ long forsaken; she is now Alayne the Blind Girl. And yet, when her eyes close and weariness overcomes her, she is not alone.

A single wolf appears, careful steps not to wake her; he is her bastion. A shield in the deep of the night when those her sacrifice her name to Death come searching.

The wolf appears when she is asleep, and is gone come the morning. He is bound to this world, to his family, by greater magicks than Death. He is the wolf who died twice. Grey of coat, and fast as the Wind. Eyes as blue as the sea, and howl more awe-inspiring than any war cry.

He wonders ; do her eyes open in the night and see him there?

she was sleeping in the forest ; differing to the high road, where she and petyr had went there by horse 🐎 carriage to meet liege lords.

she was peacefully sleeping, this girl, in the forest where he roamed. howling for spring. he remembered he had being killed by an arrow in the wedding between him and roslin frey ; an event of intimate regicide. the air was cold as he breathes in, yet quite beautiful.

air so sweet and soft like perfume.

as he makes a low growl reverberating in its throat. looking at her dark brunette hair, not a bright auburn autumn. and nudging at the iron crown next to her that cat had been holding between her fingers.

& looks to her carefully, realising it was his sister ; he would be her protector…

she wakes from sleep, raising her lantern a little. hears something shift in the atmosphere, the leaves rustling… she feels something touch her face, the black snout of a nose.

Modern Reincarnation:

I. Modern New Sansa IC.

II. All stayed intact originally on my multimuse.

III. Vault cottage username channels : sansa stark ; from the ashes a fire shall be woken. usernames in full ( now).

IV. Verses.

V. OOC.

VI. Positivity.

VII. Found peace and pain in calm and storm of modern reincarnation emergence in roleplay community.

seeing the blue sparkling eyes ; blue as the waters surrounding the reddening brown brick bridge of the red keep ; where she sometimes saw tourney battles ( wearing pink dress and golden belt brocade ). and the southern hairstyle that she thought ever so lovely and elegantly sophisticated.

and then there was the first time she saw ser dontos hollard, who she escaped with from the city. she had been relieved when climbing down the cliffs ; that she had not fallen from there and dashed onto the rocks below. once she remembered she thought it romantic and tragic to save her from the horrifying life with joffrey and her situation. yet now more knowing she was only one who saved herself.

a direwolf? she thinks,

it was a giant wolf ; one which looked like it had survived an eon of winter. yet its blue eyes spoke of a haunting.

‘ are you lady? ‘ she whispers, despite knowing her direwolf was buried in the grounds of winterfell. yet if her mother had been revived, perhaps her direwolf too…?

she sees the wolf look at her hair, brown bottles of hair dye to guise herself as alayne, petyr’s daughter. and then with a paw, he wrote something on the dirt ; pawing in the soil. he had written ‘ r o b b ‘ in the dirt.

tears prick at her eyes, remembering hoping he could have appeared as a ghost as she was with her mother.

she and cat had went onto another forest through the passage from the high road to rest ; travelling through ferry.

he puts a soft paw 🐾 ;; grey and black fur as his wolf ( grey wind ) into her arm as a comforting gesture at seeing her sad.

i’m thinking of you, feeding the fire of our dreamful laughter life.

‘ we’ll all be together, I promise. ‘ he then traces onto dirt to accompany his name.

[darburrit-o]

My fav part of GOTD/HOTD is how antis come out with misogynistic takes, like no sorry modern feminism is for women you like 😂 Alicent v Rheanyra or Sansa v Arya, it’s all the same dog and pony show- trotting out old misogyny for a modern flavor.

Anti- Blacks: How dare a woman with power and authority in a sexist & classist society, (who’s expected to produce heirs), have a multi year affair outside of her arranged, loveless marriage (when the husband approves regardless), and then have children with said long term lover. Audacity!!!

Anti-Greens: how dare a woman with power and authority in a sexist & classist society (who’s expected to produce heirs), work to secure her position as queen after being sold by her father into an arranged, loveless marriage. Audacity!!!

@ the antis, it takes $0 to not make sexist remarks, especially when there’s literally dozens of better, legitimate reasons to be a hater. Do better.

Not actors calling rhaenyra intelligent 🫠 she gave birth to 5 bastards. The girl is anything but intelligent

[lemonhemlock]

Meta

(to be updated)

HotD/Fire & Blood Meta

Rhaenyra v Cersei: Battle of the Bastards

Rhaenys Storming Through the Dragonpit (scene breakdown)

Aemond & Criston go for a walk (scene breakdown)

What Rhaenyra could/should have done

Rhaenyra's HOTD Characterisation: What She Does vs How She Acts

What Viserys could/should have done - One, Two

Why Jace/Helaena isn’t the foolproof solution it seems

On Alicent's children not having Valyrian looks (aka the basis of a bastard accusation)

Stannis on Rhaenyra (+ "choosing" a side)

The King's word is (not) law in a medieval setting

The King haggles for power with his vassals within feudalism

Feudalism =/= modern-day democracies

Henry I also "changed his mind" on his deathbed, not just Viserys I

Rhaenyra's claim is weaker than Matilda's (to a ridiculous degree). The premise of the Dance of the Dragons would not be believable within the framework of 12th Century England (the period known as The Anarchy, which inspired these fictional events).

A fairer distribution of allies during the Dance

This is how the greens can win

Why inter-marrying makes sense for Targaryens - one, two, three

Why it's better for Westeros if the Targaryens are gone (dragon problem) RIP greens

Targaryen exceptionalism

Dyanna, Alicent & Aegon

How I would have written HotD

How I would have written Aegon

Who I think should be ruler in Hotd - Part One, Part Two

House Hightower's role in the wider narrative (opinion)

Targaryen reformation / Hightowers are also feudal lords

Alicent & religion, Alicent & compassion

The Faith of the Seven - One, Two, Three

Anti Valyria - One

Anti House Targaryen - One

Are the greens whitewashed?

Thoughts on Dark!Aegon - One, Two, Three, Four

Fire & Blood is written with Gyldayn's auctorial voice, not GRRM's (infused with his own opinion / personal biases he sometimes presents as fact)

ASOIAF meta

Targcest as payment for access to dragons

Dragon genetics

Valyrian dragon dynamics and Dany's egg-hatching ritual

Sansa as Queen-in-the-North

Critique of and within ASOIAF

Contradictory interpretations within ASOIAF

Sansa v Dany: Legitimacy Breakdown

Not my meta but very useful

Reference post for how the Middle Ages were not so "dark"

ASOIAF Resources

Westeros is not an absolute monarchy (another great post on the topic here)

[graunblida]

Text Message Sentence Starters   //   Accepting @hiddensteel​ sent: [ text ] Still can’t get over the fact that you put off a badass vibe, but you’re actually silly and adorable

[ sms   »   sansa 👑  ]   it is not just a vibe, sansa, my very being *exudes* badassery. [ sms   »   sansa 👑  ]   adorable is not quite the descriptor i would use for myself, but...i will allow it. 

[ladyxredxwolf-a]

@wxrwounds​ continued from x

Sansa looked up at him, a small smirk on her face as he spoke. "Are you that terrified of the color pink?" She asked. "Or do you think that the villains would tease you?"

[strengthanddevotion]

your boyfriend’s a real asshole. (muse of your choice)

“You’re just jealous I have a boyfriend.” Sansa says, turning back to the mirror with her eye shadow and carefully applying it. “And that he’s taking me to dinner so I don’t have to suffer at Sunday dinner here.” 

@worshipsonlydeath