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[forgettingmenot]

Closed starter for Minthe  - @bloodofsalt​

Koa loved music, unsurprising considering he was the son of Apollo. But when he had his headphones in, everyone knew not to try and speak to him. He was in the zone and likely not to be bothered. Everyone...but whoever this was. He’d opened his eyes to see their lips moving, they must have been talking for a moment. With a huff he took of his headphones looking at them. ❝ i have zero fucking idea what you’re talking about. ❞ he said, a slight annoyance to his tone.

[reincarnatehqs]

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[disastri]

𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 @bloodofsalt 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐡 - 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐨𝐥𝐝

         “Don’t worry about it, okay? No apologies necessary; just breathe, everything’s good.” Stephanie tried helping Cass through the perceived panic. It wasn’t until she calmed down a little that the blonde pulled her hand away from its spot on her adoptive sister’s back. “Are you okay?” 

[dancingwithghcsts]

“God, it’s not the end of the world.” Babs glanced over at Theo before glancing back at the bruise blooming on her upper arm. Surprisingly, it wasn’t an incident at her second job which had led to the marks on her skin, but one at the club. “This guy got his tighty whities in a twist because of the curfew,” she said, shrugging and pulling the sleeve of her sweater back down over her arm. She raised an eyebrow. “As much as I admire your brotherly bravado, it’s really not necessary.” Not to mention it hadn’t exactly been confirmed yet that they were related. Those tests were taking a really long time. 

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[icefiire]

location: winterfell time: one year before traveling south with: @bloodofsalt​ from: eddard

ned sat with the younger man, looking over at him. theon was far more than a ward. or even a prisoner. the boy felt like an extension of his own children, and judging by the way theon and robb were thick as thieves, well. how could ned not welcome him?

as robb trained and sparred with ser jory cassel at the demand of rodrik, ned sat next to theon, quiet and pensive for a moment before turning to theon.

“robb will need you, you know. he trusts you, and you trust him. the iron islands and the north have one thing in common. they are not easy to govern. you will both need each other when your father and i are gone.”

[corruptedarkness]

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Jaime/Rickon

Jaime often felt like ghosts of the dead were surrounding him once he’d made his return to this life after death. If he believed in such things he’d be sure this would be some form of great suffering on his part but either way for some this seemed like a second chance to reunite with love ones. Rickon Stark not much was known about him since everything went to hell for the Stark family but it was easy to see the kid suffered much when he left this world. ❝Look, kid, in life, sometimes the monsters win, its as simple as that…takes this for what it could be a second chance to see the people you missed. ❞

[smoslilguys]

@bloodofsalt​ -Starter for Hunter&Willow​

For as long as he could remember- he followed his uncle Belos’s orders. So when Hunter received the text that he needed to come home for something important, he felt conflicted. He stared down at the phone. Reading the message over and over again. A direct order. He couldn’t possibly disobey it, but his gut churned uncomfortably and his gloved fingers carefully reached up to the long scar that marked his cheek. Now white from it’s age but still a feature that was incredibly pronounced. He said he’d meet Willow at their favourite spot, overlooking her street on a rooftop and there he was. Waiting for her. Knowing that he should be heading to his Uncle’s mansion instead. The last thing he wanted to do was upset him... but he’d made a promise to his friend. He only tore his gaze from his phone when he felt someone sit down beside him. “Oh... Hey, Willow.” He offered her a gentle smile before putting his phone away.

[gysellas]

𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧  :  eel  alley,  visenya’s  hill,  king’s  landing,  the  crownlands. 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞  :  third  day,  second  seed,  300  a.c. 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡  :  theon  greyjoy  (  @bloodofsalt​  ).

the  crew  of  the  leviathan  had  expressed  their  intentions  to  set  sail  from  the  iron  islands  almost  immediately  after  the  royal  missive  had  arrived  on  the  shores  of  pyke,  eager  to  wet  their  blades  and  fill  their  pockets  with  the  pickings  that  could  be  found  along  the  stretch  of  sea  that  led  from  the  islands  to  the  crownlands  but  before  she  could  voice  an  affirmative  to  their  demands,  knowing  that  the  journey  would  take  them  through  the  redwyne  straits  in  the  reach,  which  were  always  bountiful  with  wine  merchants  ferrying  caskets  of  the  sour  grape  from  the  arbor,  she  had  been  called  into  a  meeting  with  asha  greyjoy,  pacing  the  length  of  the  room  as  the  plan  to  form  an  alliance  with  the  north  was  shared.  she  had  never  thought  fondly  of  the  northerners  owing  to  the  disappearance  of  her  elder  sister,  gyda,  some  years  back.  her  ship  had  last  been  seen  at  sea  dragon  point  and  any  letters  inquiring  about  her  whereabouts  with  house  mormont  and  house  glover  had  been  sent  back  without  a  response,  leaving  gysella  to  assume  the  worst  but  in  comparison  to  the  other  greenlanders,  the  northerners  were  worthy  of  a  begrudgingly  respect.

(  she  could  not  help  but  wonder  if  the  plan  to  get  theon  greyjoy  back  in  exchange  for  the  service  of  the  iron  fleet  would  backfire  on  her  lady,  especially  if  the  displaced  prince  had  learned  loyalty  at  the  hands  of  his  captors,  but  if  he  proved  to  be  treacherous  to  house  greyjoy  or  the  ironborn  cause,  gysella  could  just  drown  him  in  the  blackwater  bay  and  cite  foul  play.  the  starks  had  many  enemies  in  the  south  and  it  was  not  unthinkable  or  untrue  to  blame  the  lannisters  for  yet  another  death.  perhaps  asha  would  mourn,  but  better  he  die  a  martyr  at  the  hands  of  a  common  enemy  than  a  traitor  to  the  islands,  at  least  in  the  eyes  of  people.  )

by  the  time  she  had  been  allowed  to  set  sail,  any  thought  towards  pillaging  and  looting  the  bounties  of  the  reach  were  far  from  her  mind  and  she  had  set  a  rough  pace  to  the  crownlands,  ignoring  the  complains  of  her  crew  in  the  hopes  of  getting  to  the  capital  before  the  northerners  did.  still,  they  had  arrived  just  a  few  days  prior,  able  to  push  their  horses  quicker  than  she  could  will  the  winds  to  her  sails  and  gysella  was  faced  with  the  conundrum  of  how  to  approach  theon  greyjoy  without  startling  him  off  completely.  she  had  been  complaining  into  the  ear  of  her  first  mate,  the  man  rather  unhelpfully  suggesting  she  corner  him  to  see  if  his  stones  were  still  iron,  when  a  familiar  figure  walked  pass  the  open  tavern  door.  the  similarities  to  his  sister  were  uncanny  and  it  made  him  look  rather  pretty  from  a  distance  ─  rising  from  the  side  of  her  crew  with  a  coin  purse  left  behind  to  keep  their  grumbles  to  a  manageable  level,  she  quickened  her  steps  to  follow  after  him  through  eel  alley,  avoiding  the  grasping  hands  of  beggars  and  thieves  alike.

❝  greyjoy  !  ❞  a  few  heads  turned,  including  the  man  that  she  hailed  and  gysella  caught  up  with  him,  panting  lightly  through  the  grin  that  stretched  across  her  features.  ❝  theon  greyjoy  ?  you  look  like  your  sister.  ❞  a  compliment  or  an  insult  and  much  could  be  said  about  what  he  thought  of  his  family  by  how  he  received  it.  ❝  i  wasn’t  aware  that  the  starks  took  their  prisoners  on  trips  with  them.  ❞  another  little  dig  ─  ironborn  saw  him  as  a  captive  but  the  greenlanders  called  him  a  ward,  as  though  putting  a  sweeter  title  on  the  kidnapping  made  it  any  less  cruel.

[chandeliersintheforest]

Bev knocked on the large oak door tapping her shoe, a nervous tick. In times of distress, Bill had always been able to steady her. She let out a breath too early in relief when the door opened and Bill’s wife Audra appeared. “Hi, Audra...is Bill home?” she felt like she was a kid again knocking on his door to ask his mom if he was able to come play with her. @bloodofsalt​

[disastri]

𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 @bloodofsalt 𝐑𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭 - 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐨𝐥𝐝

         Rocket was hesitant as he knocked on the door to Mantis’ room. He wasn’t sure she would be awake or even care. If it was his door being knocked on he probably would have ignored it. Just as he was about to turn away, he heard the creaking of hinges. “Hey, I know it’s really late, but… I didn’t know who else to talk to.” 

[disastri]

𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 @bloodofsalt​ 𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 - 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐨𝐥𝐝

          “Remember, if you want to leave early, just call me and I’ll come get you, okay?” Jason repeated for the fourth time. He wanted to make sure that she knew she could call him if something happened. When it came to his family, as much shit as he gave them, he would be there in a blink of an eye. They were still a family, no matter how dysfunctional. 

[disastri]

𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 @bloodofsalt 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 - 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭

           Ser Criston was still unsure of his feelings on his resurrection. It was unnatural, but there must have been a reason for it. People did not rise from ashes and yet here they were, he and his Queen. The only Queen who had shown him the same respect he had shown to her. She was quite the opposite of the way Rhaynera had been. It wasn’t until that moment: the one where he thought of the white haired vixen that she took over his thoughts. He was desperate to purge her, to remove her completely like an infected limb. Criston’s jaw tightened, the skin straining taunt to cover muscles. “You called for me, Your Majesty. How can I be of service?” 

[disastri]

𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 @bloodofsalt 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟 - 𝐊𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐞

       “You know you didn’t have to come with me, right?” He signed as they walked together through the edge of the forest. It was Wolf’s turn to patrol and regularly he did so alone because he preferred the silence. Company had never really been his cup of tea, especially when he so rarely got time to himself. The sheer amount of demigods who had passed and still hung around, refusing to let their souls go to the Underworld was ridiculous. 

[dancingwithghcsts]

“What kind of movie?” Jean glanced around as she realized Scott had been speaking, her eyebrows drawing together -- he’d asked her if she wanted to watch a movie, but she hadn’t heard which one. Hopefully Scott hadn’t named a specific film, so her question wouldn’t seem too rude. She offered Scott a faint smile. “I’ll watch whatever you want,” she said, settling back on the couch. It wasn’t like she expected Scott to choose a horrible gory slasher flick. “Do you want me to make some popcorn?”

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[dancingwithghcsts]

“Why do you wanna kill me?” Barry’s lips folded into a line of concentration at his thumbs flew over the controller, his eyes narrowed at the TV screen. “Aren’t we on the same -- whoa!” Bart’s character had yanked his from the car he was driving and was starting to beat him up. “What’s going on?” he said, unable to keep from laughing. “Is this your way of saying you have some issues against your grandpa?”

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[dancingwithghcsts]

“It’s trash, lowbrow horror.” Candy waved the book impatiently in Scott’s face, a frown on her lips as she planted her free hand in a fist on her hip. “And look at this! That’s my face!” She held the book up for closer inspection, scowling. “I did some modeling back in the day, you know…” Candy paused as if to allow Scott to comment on this, maybe to say something like that didn’t surprise him in the slightest. Then she went on. “I was just seventeen, I didn’t really know any better -- it was my year abroad in Paris -- ” She waved her hand impatiently. “Anyway, they Photoshopped me as some…” She glanced at the cover. “Alien? I look hideous.” Candy frowned up at Scott. “If I throw this up in the air and yell Pull, will you vaporize it for me, Scotty?”

@bloodofsalt​​ -- prompt from here