#i hope mya ships it

[candyheartedchy]

Wanted to draw some lovely woy fan characters!

@lficanthaveloveiwantpower @self-shipping-crow

@mewnikisses @mango-mya @darknadaworld

[daenystheedreamer]

tell me about daensa. i like it conceptually but never really got beyond that. show me ur vision

to me daensa is a wonderful endgame ship🫶 it can be two girlboss BAMF #queens girlslaying in their girlempire together (fun and fruity) or it can be cottagecore dream like imagine that barbie movie the diamond castle where they're living in a cottage together in pretty dresses. i think its sweet and fun and they should be best friends. i would also accept toxic yuri so long as they arent fighting over who's prettier or who gets jon snow that is so lame side note unrelated i hope d&d suffer in hell

MY daensa though is specifically modern au (i kno i know im sory🫶) again its an endgame ship to me and especially a uni or post-grad ship. i like sansa having various intense lesbian experiences throughout her life (childhood jeynsa, high school sansaery, maybe mya for university) and then she goes to essos to study in myr as an international student (its a fresh start too🫶)

and for dany she's either a princess or. okay so you know how in europe post-ww1 a bunch of monarchies/duchies/whatever got overthrown by republicans and the kings/princes/electors/whatever went into exile. and their idiot children are raised like They Stole Our Palace and Your Blood Is Pure etc. and they either end up drug addict socialites, in epstein's black book or having their coup thwarted by interpol.

so that can be what the targs are like but dany is normal<3 she's escaped viserys she's escaped her insane family and she's ready to go to university and become a philanthropist<3 and the universe gives her a bisexual awakening in uni as a 'sorry for all that shit you had to go through'. and she and sansa can date and become famous philanthropist lesbians<3 i like dany becoming president of some place and she gets a sexy redhead uni professor wife. this is my daensa<3

[kissorkill16]

On His Big Chest: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: Nicky wakes up from a nightmare and it's too early in the morning. Luckily, he's not the only one up.

P.S., for any of those Neighbor x Player shippers, this is NOT a ship! This is platonic!

Nicky jolted upwards, his heart beating fast and his breath nearly getting caught in his throat. He was having a sleepover with Aaron and Mya, and he had currently woken up from a nightmare.

He was four years old again, and he was in a shopping cart, in the middle of the grocery store. No one was around to help him, no one to call, and he was so scared.

"Ugh, I hate that dream. Makes me want to steer clear of every grocery store in the world.", Nicky grumbled. He looked at the clock sitting on the desk next to the bunk bed he was sharing with Aaron, and it read 2:54.

2:54.

Fucking 2:54 in the morning!

Nicky was so close to screaming in anger and punching himself in the face. This always happens! He has a nightmare, and ends up waking up at ungodly hours. Either that, or he wakes up somewhere else after a long night of sleepwalking, which was even more frustrating.

He thought maybe some water would help him get back to sleep, so he hopped out of bed, and tried to make as little noise as possible, as to not wake anyone. His attempts to stay quiet were futile as he kept tip-toeing on the stupid creaking floorboards, they were loud enough to wake up a few rats nearby. Finally, he made it to the kitchen, and he went on to fill up a glass of water and hope it puts him back to sleep.

But before he could even take a sip, he heard the creaking floorboards make so much noise as a possibly large body stepped on them. He stilled his body, clutching the glass of water in his hands, feeling extremely afraid. He turned towards the sink, trying to shrink down as small as possible, hoping whoever or whatever else was up at this time at night didn't come downstairs.

He sighed in relief when he didn't hear the floorboards creak anymore, but he seemed to have forgotten he was holding a cup, because he heard a voice close behind him, and the chill that ran down his spine nearly made him drop it.

"Nicholas?"

It was Mr. Peterson, Aaron and Mya's father. Nicky didn't really interact with the man much, mostly because he seemed weird and antisocial, so he respected that by keeping his distance. But now, these two were the only ones up at this ungodly hour.

"Nicholas, what are you doing up so early?"

"Me? I could say the same about you.", Nicky didn't mean to be rude, but he was trying to not make it obvious he was scared. "I woke up after a nightmare, and I thought maybe some water would help."

"Nightmare? What was it about?"

"Don't laugh, but it was about me getting lost in the grocery store when I was four years old."

Mr. Peterson put a hand on the young man's shoulder, and looked him in the eye. "Nicky, I would never laugh at you for having a nightmare. I too have had some trouble sleeping, and I've just been looking for a way to burn out some energy."

"Well, sir, if you want any of my advice, I always try to pick my lock collection whenever I can't sleep. Sadly, I left my locks at home. So..."

Mr. Peterson sighed, then guided Nicky to the living room. "Well, I don't have any locks available at the moment, but I have a way of getting my children to sleep after a nightmare.", he said as he sat down on the couch.

"Like what?"

"I used to let Aaron and Mya lay down on my chest."

Nicky was surprised when he heard that. He didn't take Mr. Peterson for a cuddly person, and he certainly didn't think he'd ever let a kid that isn't his lie on his chest.

But Nicky was desperate for a good night's sleep, and he was practically begging for something to knock him out. "Well,...look. I know I'm not your kid, but could we actually try doing that?", Nicky asked shyly.

Oddly enough, Mr. Peterson actually agreed. He helped the young boy onto his lap, and began scratching his head comfortingly.

Nicky wasn't going to lie, this was very relaxing. He loved the feeling of Mr. Peterson's soft argyle sweater against his cheek, and the sound of his heartbeat was even better. It sounded like a kettle drum, keeping a steady rhythm.

Mr. Peterson wasn't going to lie either, he loved every second of this. He missed doing this with Aaron and Mya, but now that the two were getting older, they became a little too mature for stuff like this.

And soon enough, the two boys were sound asleep.

[aurora-light-blog]

“The Favor” ASoIaF Fanfiction

This short clip of a story was created from my liking of Mya Stone and Lothor Brune ship. I don’t like it so much for the “age and youth” as Littlefinger would say. I rather like it for two individuals with similar hardships. Both Lothor and Mya were rejected by their family and outcasted. Lothor was by House Brune, and Mya was as the King’s bastard neglected daughter. They both had to survive on their own and learn a trade (though readers weren’t told if her mother had taught her the trade). I had read fellow writer’s iheartdramas fanfics that were so cute. They helped inspire me to write this tale.

*Spoiler* I also listened to other fans’ theories and thoughts about Myranda Royce. She’s my little spy in the story, and she was fun to write. https://archiveofourown.org/works/47599894

Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading this.

[onthesandsofdreams]

Ours is the Fury [6/?]

Fandom: ASoIaF Characters: Stannis Baratheon, Jon Arryn, Robert Baratheon, Cersei Lannister Summary: Stannis Baratheon is anything but a fool. Words: 1075 Notes/Warnings: Canon typical attitudes

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Stannis Baratheon is anything but a fool.

Oh, he's certain both Robert and Renly would find every epithet available to them to mock him. But he also knew 'fool' wouldn't be high on the list.

Which is why after getting Robert to dismiss Pycelle from taking care of Renly, and making sure it's only Cressen who takes care of Renly and making sure Cressen had a guard loyal to him, he went in search of Jon Arryn.

He found him in his office in the Tower of the Hand, to his great surprise he found him lost in a book; and not just any book, but a book of genealogy. He stiffens.

"My Lord Hand," he announces himself.

Jon's head snaps upward, eyes widening for a second before regaining their usual calm. "My Lord Stannis, how may I assist you."

He stares at the cover of the book, 'Genealogy of the Great Houses' and grits his teeth. Nods towards the book, "This is about Renly, isn't it?"

Jon gives him a measuring look, then sighs and gives a weary nod. "I wish I could say it was my own curiosity that made me pick it. Alas, it is not."

He doesn't need to know more. He is anything but a fool. "Bastards, then?"

Jon seems to age in front of his eyes, "Aye, I believe they are. I have made certain discreet inquires with men I trust, and well, you ought to see the results."

He feels a shiver down his spine at Jon's use of 'see the results', "Best get done then."

Jon Arryn stands, commands a few of his men to follow them. And they make their way towards the heat of King's Landing.

Several hours later, he finds himself nursing a headache. Every single of Robert's bastards had something very distinctively Baratheon, that is undeniable. "Mya also looks like him," Jon had told him.

It takes all of his willpower not to march to the keep and kill that whore that calls herself Queen. He cannot do it yet, Robert had all but called his banners all throughout the kingdom. He could wait, at least, he could wait for the men of the Vale and Lord Stark.

If his brother would be inclined to listen to anyone other than Jon Arryn, it would certainly be Eddard Stark. The man with whom Robert had fostered, who would have been his goodbrother had Lyanna Stark lived. He could only hope that Lord Stark would understand all this mess. For they would need near all the Kingdom together to prevent the fury that would come out from the Westerlands and Tywin when all of this mess came out.

"What did you stumbled upon, Renly?" He muttered to himself.

~

There was something wrong with Jon.

Robert Baratheon had never been the most observant of men, but now? Now that his little brother laid unconscious and wounded, well, he damned better pay attention to his surroundings, shouldn't he?

And yes, Jon could hide it well, but there was something off. Almost like a sense of impending doom. He liked it not.

Gods, but he wished Ned were here.

Good old Ned could probably see what he was missing. The man had instincts like his house sigil. Oh sure, many men underestimated Ned, but still, Ned was a wolf and he very much surprised men when they least expected. He needed his brother in all but blood with him.

Ned's letter had promised to go as fast as he could. That he would take a ship from White Harbor to King's Landing, so he hoped that Ned had good seas and fast wind.

He shook his head.

There was something that he was missing. Something that seemed to dance just out of his reach, like a phantom at the corner of his eye, always there, but without being able to discern what it truly was.

And by the Gods was the Nag being her usual charming self. Since that assassin had tried to finish off Renly, she had been furious at the thought of someone using her name and family's name to kill someone.

She had ranted and raved, she had written to his goodfather ordering him to bring men to find the guilty party. He had taken to spend night alone, he could hardly tolerate her, but also, he had not taken anyone to bed either. Not for lack of want, but who was to say that the next assassin would not be a pretty woman who bedded the king and then killed his brother while he snored?

He would not allowed that.

Right now, he needed to be clear headed. He - for once - had to put his pleasure aside and do what was best for Renly.

And then there was Stannis.

Oh he would be a lying bastard if he did not admit that Stannis had his thanks, and his respect. The man might not have a sense of fun, but he would not deny him he had one of duty. And Stannis quick, brutal response to everything made him assess his brother in other ways he had not before. Yes, he ought to do something nice for Stannis.

And no, it had no escaped his noticed that his brother was now getting wary of shadows. His hand sometimes itched towards the pommel of his sword. And he had been informed that Stannis and Jon had taken a trip throughout King's Landing, he did not know the reason, he would have to ask Jon or Stannis later. But, what a curious thing, that now Stannis was glaring at the Nag more than usual.

~

The Lioness fury is as true as it can be.

But not for the reason why her idiot husband thought. Jaime had failed, worse, his chosen man had had the brilliant idea to don Lannister livery for his work. Fools.

However, this mess had given her a reprieve of having to share a chamber with that fat oaf. Little mercies.

And so, she had written to her father, begging for help. All she had to do was wait, and all of her enemies would soon be crushed under the weight of the Lannister name.

(And the Lioness never thinks of concerning about men slowly pouring into the capital. Nor does she know that her father saw her message, scowled and tossed it away. For Tywin Lannister would not be ordered by his daughter.)

[terranceholdsapencil]

Oh there are many. Generally EVERYONE who draws doctor who fanart is part of the favourites, but there's some whose art I find particularly awesome, so here's a few of them:

@bandaalarga drawing doctor who fanart for quite a while, not only their incredibly style and skill absolutely bamboozles me but Ive been a great fan of their latest particular enjoyment of jamie mccrimmon & the second doctor.

I haven't yet bought any of banda's work, but it's 100% on my list. Please consider supporting banda's ko-fi or buying a print on their inprint. While their commissions are cuerently closed, if interested, you might want to fill out the form to be added to the queue or check out their fiverr.

Check out banda's carrd to find them on other platforms!!

@parallaks-art a doctor who artist who constantly motivates me to aspire for more. Their skillset is insane, spanning multiple mediums, and an inspirational take on backgrounds. There are multiple of my own pieces I wouldn't have made without Kris to look up to, and their pieces are a big reason I felt encouraged to draw doctor who fanart in the first place.

Most notably, they introduced me to Twissy and converted me to the thoschei nation.

I managed to buy their recent "the trouble with hope" missy fanzine, despite shipping doubling the price it was 100% worth it. The prints are an important addition to my room.

Consider supporting kris on kofi!!

@thewishbonedrawsfanart You'll probably have more luck checking out her twitter or instagram (tea_dalek on both), but couldn't resist mentioning her. One of my favourite things about her doctor who fanart is the variety of era and characters, spanning classic to modern who, monsters, side characters, a mentionable amount of daleks, also dalek sec fanart, which Im very fond of. Characterised by incredibly dynamic poses and compositions as well as a sketchy feeling to all of their pieces.

@artbugjuice Another artist with incredibly dynamic pieces and an incredibly diverse doctor who portfolio! From sketching to painting to lineart, what can't jenny do? If you want to support them, check out their ko-fi!!

@ohhamlet-art Already starting great with a blog name inspired by my favourite shakespeare play. Relatively new in the batch of doxtor who artist I remember at least once every day, but Alice owned the place nonetheless. Originally capturing me with their 4th doctor art, but killing me with their 12th era pieces. Incredible sketches and hugely skilled in capturing the likeness of all our favourite characters!!

@nephrosoupp I found Mya originally through her 5th doctor fanart, but stayed for his immaculate use of colours, the ability to somehow use coloured pencils this well, their style and the courage to explore different mediums of art. And maybe a little bit for the cats. Her 5th doctor pieces have inspired my own fanart of him, notably the way I draw his celery, and their fourth doctor art is so bonkers /pos. Cannot stop thinking of the 4/genesis of the dalek piece and the 4 drawing, hands on hips, wearing the question mark shirt & dark red vest he wore in season 18.

@macbethz more bonus points for a shakespeare related name. Also found them relatively recently, but their art is just genuinely SOO good. My favourite art of crazy dimensional timelords. Those are my fabourite pieces of theirs. Great colours, incredibly painting skills, one of the artists who captures 15s features and essence the best, imo. Great sgapes too!!

Sells prints and has a ko-fi, consider supporting him there!

Reminder that this is just a very small amount of all the doctor who artists I love and look up to!! I chose to only mention those that are 1) on tumblr b) I think about at least every day or two and 3, or c) Im actually brave enough to tag (and its already taking all my courage).

Reminder that these artists are not limited to doctor who and have incredible works unrelated to it!

Hey, out of curiosity, who are your favorite Doctor Who fan artists??????

self promo is welcome, being your own favorite artist is allowed and encouraged

[crippling-pages]

~hello friends~

Hello, my friends~

I am Tiana4Evahh! :D you can call me Tiana, or Mya :)

Anyway, some things about me;

Read-a-holic, as my dear mother calls me. Basically a bookworm, lol.

~aesthetics~ RULE

I LOOOVE KOTLC!!!! Currently my favorite book series!

I LOVE Tiana, aka Tam Song x Biana Vacker. My favorite ship EVER! It’s from KOTLC ;)

Also LOVE Tam Song. My favorite character IN THE WORLD! Along with others, but he’s the one I obsess over ;))

Solreef family too. They’re like.. mY HEART-

Ao3 account!!! Woo!

Love squirrels. Just do. They are my family. Don’t ask.

I also love Ninjago (my childhood), Fairy Tale Reform School (book series), Land of Stories & Tale of Magic (Chris Colfer)

Aaaand I’m kinda lazy to write the rest, so here’s some more stuff in a list :) there are some repeats- but like you know what I mean-

BOOKS &lt;;33 ~aesthetics~KOTLC KOTLC KOTLC!!!!!! TIANAAAA (Tam Song x Biana Vacker!!!) MY OTP!!! ITS SO CUTE!!! &lt;;3333 FTRS (Jilly for life!!) CHRIS COLFER! LAND OF STORIES! TAKE OF MAGIC! WOO! Film and video! :D Editinggg!

Writing. Love writing

AO3 account. Quotev (it’s Tiana4Evahh. I’d give a link, but I can’t :( )Music~ OneRepublic, Crash Adams, Imagine Dragons, Ed Sheeran, Shawn Mendes, and Fitz & The Tantrums (yea I’m serious) Imma girl ;)

Oh and I’m 11-15 in age :)

My Percy Jackson account is: @persassybelike

RP account is @tamalenefar

Another rp is @thekeepercrewrulez

Another is: @flasher-boi-endal

Aaaand that’s it! :D Welp, so, check out my Ao3 (linked above) aaaaand I hope we can be friends! :DDD

— Mya

[thebluelemontree]

Hey Bluelemons. As a fellow Mya/Lothor shipper, what do you think will happen between them in Winds? And could help from Sansa be the straw that will make Lothor turn over to Sansa's service instead of LF's?

Oh, I am so rooting for them!  I am always happy to talk a Mya/Lothor thing.  There’s definitely potential there for something to happen between them and Sansa is positioned to be the catalyst.  She totally ships it because reasons.      

The connection between Sansa and Mya was set up way back in AGOT when we met the latter through Catelyn’s POV.  Mya tells her about her love Mychel Redfort and that he’s promised they will marry after he is knighted.  Right away, Catelyn relates her to Sansa in personality but sees how this dream will be inevitably crushed by reality:

“Mychel’s my love,” Mya explained. “Mychel Redfort. He’s squire to Ser Lyn Corbray. We’re to wed as soon as he becomes a knight, next year or the year after.”

She sounded so like Sansa, so happy and innocent with her dreams. Catelyn smiled, but the smile was tinged with sadness. The Redforts were an old name in the Vale, she knew, with the blood of the First Men in their veins. His love she might be, but no Redfort would ever wed a bastard. His family would arrange a more suitable match for him, to a Corbray or a Waynwood or a Royce, or perhaps a daughter of some greater house outside the Vale. If Mychel Redfort laid with this girl at all, it would be on the wrong side of the sheet.

And we know he did.  What’s interesting is that Mya is near 20 years old, but her innocence and optimism is exactly like that of Sansa’s at 11.  Coupled with her age, it’s not hard to guess that she’s probably not a virgin.  It’s because Mya is so in love and implicitly trusting that Mychel would never abandon her that she consented to a sexual relationship with him.  Mychel really had no right to make such a promise being raised with the knowledge that his father would make that decision for him.  Mya is the one who assumes all the social risks and has the most to lose.  Myranda points out this was a cruel thing for Mychel to do and I agree.  When we see her again in Alayne II, she’s become closed off and bitter in her heartbreak after learning Mychel was wed to Ysilla Royce.  The fact that she’s had pre-marital sex is a source of salacious gossip.  This was a girl who had sex with one partner who she thought she was going to spend the rest of her life with.  Now she’s slut-shamed with the bastard stereotype of being morally loose.  It’s so unfair.   

This is the second time in her life Mya has been profoundly affected by an irresponsible, careless man.  Sansa and Mya are connected in a generational way to their fathers that cemented their friendship when they were fostered by Jon Arryn.  Mya remembers being loved briefly by her father before he abruptly exited her life, not even bothering to give her the advantages of official acknowledgment.  Again, she loved him, trusted he would be there and he left.  So it’s no wonder why Mya has enormous trust issues now regarding relationships with men.

“Men come and go. They lie, or die, or leave you. A mountain is not a man, though, and a stone is a mountain’s daughter. I trust my father, and I trust my mules. I won’t fall.“ She put her hand on a jagged spur of rock, and got to her feet. “Best finish. We have a long way yet to go, and I can smell a storm." 

Myranda says her father tried to make another match for Mya, but she refused to hear of it.  She’s now leaning toward cynicism and becoming hard as a stone to protect herself from being hurt again.  This passage is very much like Sandor placing his trust in his sword and posturing about never having to fear any man.  There are also parallels to another passage, and they have some other significant character traits in common, but that’s a bit beyond the scope of the question.  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) The point is Sansa has direct experience dealing with the essence of Mya’s hurts, both in her own shattered innocence and dreams as well as Sandor’s.  And she was able to put dents in his cynicism.  I don’t see why she couldn’t do the same with Mya.

As of TWOW, we can see that the old wound has reopened with the return of Mychel Redfort at the tourney:

“She was reading her little lord a tale of the Winged Knight when Mya Stone came knocking on the door of his bedchamber, clad in boots and riding leathers and smelling strongly of the stable. Mya had straw in her hair and a scowl on her face. That scowl comes of having Mychel Redfort near, Alayne knew.”

Here’s my interpretation of the details given.  Unless Mya jumped into a pile of hay right before entering the room for some reason, the straw in the hair and stable smell is probably referencing the old cliche of “rolling in the hay.”  Stables are often used as a choice place for a tryst.  I get why Mya is scowling from personal experience.  Sometimes in heartbreak, we become emotionally compromised and against our better judgment reconnect intimately with people that hurt us.  We just want so badly to feel close to that person again that sometimes selfish assholes seeking an easy lay will take advantage of that.  Mychel was obviously Mya’s first in many ways, and she was left reeling.  In the end, she feels worse for being with him (hence the scowl) because it doesn’t change the fact that he’s married to Ysilla, she’s now relegated to a tawdry cliche and reminded again that a bastard girl shouldn’t have expected more.  This looks bad for Mya being open to another relationship possibility, but it might just be the reason she finally closes the door on Mychel.  At least we know, Mya actually isn’t as hard as stone as she claimed before.  She still has a soft, vulnerable heart underneath.  

I don’t know if GRRM will go this route, but where there is sex, there is a possibility of a pregnancy subplot.  I would imagine that Mya does have access to moon tea through Myranda, but there’s no telling if she uses it or not.  Just a thought...   

As for Lothor, Sansa senses that he is quite fond of Mya.  Not that he ever said so directly, but:

“She’s half mule herself, that one. I think she’d leave us all to starve before she’d put those animals at risk.” He smiled when he said it. He always smiles when he speaks of Mya Stone.”  

^^^ I love that.  Alayne II is such a pivotal chapter for Sansa developing a more mature understanding of love and relationships.  She’s still somewhat caught up in her old way of thinking.  At first, Sansa does the social class arithmetic to see if they would pair well on that level, but she also wonders how Mya would feel personally about Lothor.  What would she think about his plain looks and him being a bit older?  And what is it about her that attracts him most?  She’s shipping it, but she’s still focused on the superficial.

"Do you think Ser Lothor likes her as she is, in mail and leather?” she asked the older girl, who seemed so worldly-wise. “Or does he dream of her draped in silks and velvets?”

“He’s a man. He dreams of her naked.”  

Sansa is thinking about this the wrong way.  It’s not Mya’s aesthetic that attracts Lothor.  He’s into her as a person and that makes him desire her.  Is that not Sansa’s expressed wish, to be loved for herself?  This is true about most relationships in ASOIAF.  People just want who they want.  It’s irrelevant if they are conventionally attractive or unattractive, or if they defy or typify gender roles.  That insight is another reason for Sansa to take action because it’s meaningful to her and helps her to understand her own desires.  Lothor likes Mya’s stubborn feistiness.  He likes that she loves her animals more than most people.  I’m sure he’s heard the gossip too, but it doesn’t seem like her not being a virgin bothers him one bit.  She’s got grit and courage similar to his own.  The reason he probably hasn’t made a move is that she’s been giving off a strong vibe of not wanting any suitors and he may believe she wouldn’t want him.  He’s older and not the gallant pretty boy that Mychel is.  But tourneys are bristling with that romantic and sexual energy.  If Sansa is going to play matchmaker, the timing is perfect.   

Sansa’s experience with Lothor is that he’s a quiet, reserved man.  But he’s strong, honest, steadfast, and loyal.   He has no apparent vices or skeletons in the closet.  How could you not love him for seeing Harry’s rudeness and dubbing him “Harry the Arse?”  He and Sansa have developed a warm, affectionate friendship that I think speaks well of his character.  He confided in her once that he sought out his knightly kin in Brownhollow, but was rejected by them.  He seems to be a man adrift, without home or family.  Everything he has, he’s earned himself the hard way.  His knighthood came from acts of valor during the BotBW, not from tourney performance.  That seems to be an important distinction GRRM is making between true knights and “knights of summer.”  Lothor’s service to Littlefinger is more a matter of trying to earn a living and lack of better opportunities.  There’s no sense that Lothor is any more loyal to LF than what’s expected of an employee to their employer.  There’s some reason to be concerned as Lothor does know some of LF’s treasonous crimes and secrets.  There’s probably going to be risk and danger in Lothor switching sides; however, Sansa has a sense that what Lothor really wants is a home and family.  He’s mature and wanting to settle down.  He’s not an irresponsible boy playing at manhood.  I don’t know how much better he could be set up to be the balm for Mya’s broken heart and trust issues.  The author is shipping this so hard!

So how could Sansa influence Mya to consider Lothor and in the process win his loyalty?  Well, it is a tourney, and I would expect he will be competing in the joust.  I’m 99% sure that LF has fixed the lists to ensure Harry is among the winners and Lothor is probably part of ensuring that happens.  One possibility I thought of is if Sansa has a heart to heart with Mya about there still being good and loyal men in the world.  There’s one that is standing on the sidelines and worthy of giving a chance.  As much as it’s tempting to be cynical about love and relationships considering her own situation with Harry, at her core, I think Sansa is still that romantic and optimistic.  I don’t see why she wouldn’t seize on this opportunity to see it happen when the reasons are so personally meaningful to her.  Perhaps she could persuade Mya to give him her favor, and that could result in upsetting some of the expected outcomes.  As Jorah told Dany, sometimes a lady’s favor drives a man to want to best all the competition.  It changes the way he feels about himself and he wants to win for her.  I, and I think Mya too, would be very satisfied to see Mychel Redfort unhorsed by him.  Please, George, make it happen!         

[lady-asteria]

Sansa Stark

How I feel about this character: She's my favourite character, not only from asoiaf/got, but the love I have for her is only as big as the love I have for Marcy Wu (Amphibia) She's my precious angel and I need her to be happy and safe- Will die/kill for her

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Jeyne Poole! Sansaery is cute too and Elia Sand can bring an interesting dynamic- (From the universe)

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Platonic! Jeyne Poole and Beth Cassell, Shae (She deserves so much better) and always down for Arya and Sansa chilling and living their best lives (Stark sisters>>>) Lady deserved so much better. I wish we could have seen more of her relationship with Cat, bc she's always looking at her and Cat just love her (all her children, but you get it) so much she did everything for them. Mya and Randa are her gay moms (I'll just ignore canon)- Show! Theon and Show!Sansa are very important to me too

My unpopular opinion about this character: She isn't a villain (you haven't understood anything if that's what you think) and she was never annoying or a brat (My parents wish I was half-kind and obedient as her when I was younger). I loved her in her first chapter- I've never found Sansa (book or show) ambitious? Don't get me wrong, I think ambition is a good thing, I love ambitious character but Sansa's goal was 1) Live her song (can't blame her, she was 11 yo, was going to marry the prince) 2) Keep her family and the land her brother(s) and mother died for free. Wanting to be queen has never been about the power- And the power has always been about being safe, not a out being over others

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: Uh, a break? Happinnes? In my perfect world Lady lives- Anyway, please, let her reunite with Jeyne and her siblings (And if she gets a crown with Jeyne as her "favourite" aka love of her life better!)

my OTP: Starkpoole!

my cross over ship:... Give some time and I'll explain why Marcy and Sansa would be a great ship (they are my faves, they deserve happiness, historic-literature nerds... Betrayed by parental figures who are monarchs)

a headcanon fact: She used to write her own novels and songs and shared them with Jeyne and Beth- When she's older she returns to writing, as a remind to have hope and faith. The relationship between the North, The Riverlands and the Vale growns under her reign- Sharing clothes, culture and gastronomy- Basically a new era starts with the independe of the queendoms- One of arts and peace and hope. Just like Ned did, she made statues for Robb and her mother (even if their bones never return). She and Arianne, princess ruler of Dorne, start a friendship and help each other lands.

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Edd and Mya:

I am curious if anyone noticed this combination in the books and if this ship even exists?

We know that Mya's fiance broke up with her, thus breaking her heart, and her father, Robert Bartheon, after some time to rave about her, got bored with her and stopped visiting her, after these events Mya has a negative opinion about men and love, and her only real her mules are friends:

“Men come and go. They lie, or die, or leave you. A mountain is not a man, though, and stone is a mountain's daughter. I trust my father, and I trust my mules. I won't fall.” (AFFC, Alayne II)

Even others call she half mule:

“Don’t be so certain, m’lady. She’s half mule herself, that one. I think she’d leave us all to starve before she’d put those animals at risk.” He smiled when he said it. He always smiles when he speaks of Mya Stone. Mya was much younger than Ser Lothor, but when her father had been brokering the marriage between Lord Corbray and his merchant’s daughter, he’d told her that young girls were always happiest with older men. “Innocence and experience make for a perfect marriage,” he had said (AFFC, Alayne II)

“Lothor Brune?” Myranda raised an eyebrow. “Does she know?” She did not wait for an answer. “He has no hope, poor man. My father’s tried to make a match for Mya, but she’ll have none of them. She is half mule, that one.” (AFFC, Alayne II)

Moving on to Edd now, Edd also wanted to find love, so he joined the Night's Watch:

Question: Just one question here. Why did he [Dolorous Edd] take the black?

George RR Martin: Yoren told him girls couldn't resist a fellow in a uniform. He left out that bit about celibacy, though. (https://www.westeros.org/Citadel/SSM/Entry/Direwolves_and_the_Seven1)

Edd has no luck, neither in love nor in any other aspect of life:

“Some dogs crawled atop me during the night. My cloak was almost dry when one of them pissed in it. Or perhaps it was Brown Bernarr. Have you noticed that the rain stopped the instant I had a roof above me? It will start again now that I'm back out. Gods and dogs alike delight to piss on me.” (ACOK, Jon III)

“I never win anything.” (ASOS, Samwell IV)

But there are some creatures who love Edd:

"The sort they keep indoors," said Dolorous Edd. "If it please m'lord, I should get back to my mules. They miss me when I'm gone. More than I can say for them spearwives." (ADWD, Jon XII)

Edd is also described as a mule in appearance:

"Mostly it's Black Maris serving under him, m'lord. Me, I have the mules. Nettles claims we're kin. It's true we have the same long face, but I'm not near as stubborn. Anyway I never knew their mothers, on my honor." He finished the last of his eggs and sighed. "I do like me a nice runny egg. If it please m'lord, don't let the wildlings eat all our chickens." (ADWD, Jon XII)

Both Mya and Edd are brokenhearted and no one but the mules loves them.

They both have and know mules.

Other people see them either by character (Mya) or by appearance (Edd), as half mules, two halves of mules, as two halves of soul;)

And they both come from the Arryn Valley, Mya of course, we know, and Edd: https://awoiaf.westeros.org/index.php/House_Tollett

Interestingly, the Tollett words are: When All is Darkest, would Edd and Mya meet during the Long Night and thus find love...(?), George is after all a romantic and this romanticism in asoiaf can be seen very clearly :)

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I would LOVE to hear more about Sansa Stark, both about her being a lesbian and your shipping her with Theon! Are these more show- or book-based? Do you have a fave wlw ship for her? (Queen Sansa had SUCH growth, forever love her)

oh anon you have NO idea how happy this ask has made me oh my god i could talk about sansa *schmidt new girl voice* all day!

i first fell in love with sansa when i read the books in 2013 when i was 14/15 (probably a little too young to read asoiaf but let's just brush over that). i started watching the show a little after that and, frankly, did not enjoy the vibe very much at all. i don't think i've seen a full episode since season 3? literally the only way i consumed seasons 4-8 was watching sansa's scenes on youtube after every episode aired and i'm not sorry about it

OK LIKE canonically sansa has had a lot of crushes on boys (joffrey, loras, harry in the books if i remember right it's been literally 8 years since i read them) but they're always constructed as a fairytale fantasy in her head, literally the exact same way i used to have "crushes" on boys lmao. i adore her dynamic with a lot of the women in the show (margaery, obvs, but also brienne! and jeyne poole and mya in the books) and like not that grrm would ever but like. do it george. do it. i don't know i just think there's something to be said about sansa growing up (being forced to grow up) out of these fairytales and into the harsh reality of a world that's cruel to all young women, but especially young women named stark. and from that growth definitely comes the realisation that there are a lot of bad men in the world and very few truly good. and that there will never be a prince for her like in the fairytales, and maybe there comes a time for her to realise that she doesn't want one anymore.

i think that moment definitely comes in the show in s5/6. and i hope to god it's coming in the books if he ever finishes twow. and i think there's a very strong case for reading show sansa in those later seasons as a lesbian who, yeah, has realised that all she ever truly wanted was the idea of the perfect man. and the point is that that man doesn't exist.

BUT. theon oh my god theon. my love for theonsa is entirely show-based, i don't really remember theon in the books asdghavsjf but god GOD i loved their interactions in s5/6/8. and honestly i think it kind of comes down to the same idea. here is sansa, once an idealistic young girl who hoped for a golden-haired prince and a castle in the south for her own, now a young woman who has gone through horrors unimaginable yet had held onto herself, has come out the other side, has made a space for herself in the world unforgiving to young women named stark! and here is theon, once an arrogant, handsome, misguided young man who made terrible decisions, one after the other, that led him down the path to the man who who hurt him indescribably, who would shape him into something cruel and new, but who still held onto a sliver of himself, who regained that sliver of himself when he was put in the same rooms as sansa, when they walked the same halls, two ghosts, just trying to be heard. sansa doesn't need or want a fairytale prince and theon can't be and doesn't want to be the conquering hero anymore, the womaniser, the king. and i think in each other in the show before the episode that shall not be named they found something soft, something precious in one another that was not anything they had imagined for themselves, once upon a time;

but was worth wanting regardless.

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[cellsshapedlikestars]

Robot Jon! ☺️

(ok, I've been off tumblr for a few days, but I went on early this morning and had an ask with a bunch of prompts because I said I'd be taking a break from my Bachelor fic - which is true, if not for another 3 chapters yet. I haven't answered that ask because I'll lose it and therefore the prompts, but it reminded me that I still had two prompts left from when I asked for them back in... December? I'm the worst. Anyway, I re-looked at those prompts, saw this one, and then couldn't stop thinking about it. So I'm coming out of my vague tumblr hiatus to write this.)

Thank you, as always, for the prompt!

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Sansa has never liked amusement parks.

The sun that always burned her, no matter how diligent mom was about reapplying sunscreen; the fried food that always made her sick; the crowds and the noise and having to walk everywhere. But the worst part was the rides – oh, she didn't mind some of them, like the Ferris wheel or the teacups; she could even handle the swing ride. The problem was that the rest of her family wanted to go on the horrible rides – roller coasters, haunted houses, swinging ships; the ones that go fast and drop you from a million feet in the air. And since it was hard enough wrangling the amount of children in their group to begin with, it was impossiblefor one adult to split off with Sansa, who alone wanted to ride the gentler ones.

And so, it's sort of ironic that she works at an amusement park now.

She may not have a taste for most of the rides in the park, but she is good at designing them – not the actual rides, but the aesthetics of them. It's her (and her team's) job to come in after the engineers and the builders and take a bare-bones ride and turn it into an experience. She loves her job – she loves watching children exit one of her rides with glowing faces and excitement in their eyes.

Today, she also gets to do one of her favorite aspects of the job, which is costume design. The animatronic models have already been installed, and when she enters the new Dance of Dragons ride, she can already see the scene taking shape in her mind. The concept art has already been drawn up, it's already being advertised – a medieval world that everyone knows is meant to capitalize on the stunning success of the Aemon the Dragonknight series (which her employer does not own the rights to, much to their dismay). But concept art is one thing – reality is another, and it's not until the ride is complete that she can start to truly see it come together in her mind.

“Oh good, you're here,” Margaery Tyrell sighs dramatically as she comes to meet Sansa's team. Margaery is in charge of Marketing and PR for this ride and Sansa knows it's a big responsibility, so she's been even more high maintenance than usual. Margaery walks her through the ride that Sansa has seen so many times in drawings.

“This is our Aemon,” Margaery slaps a hand against the shoulder of one of the animatronic models. “Although we can't call him Aemon. Copyright and all that.”

Sansa looks at the robot and she's struck for a moment how lifelike he is. A lot of the animatronics aren't this detailed, though she guesses this one is because of how close to the ride it is.

“He's handsome, right?” Margaery flashes her a grin and there's something in her eyes that Sansa can't quite place. (Well, she can, it's mischief, Sansa just can't tell why it's there.)

“I guess, in the way that cartoons can be handsome,” Sansa laughs and takes another look at the model – the somber grey eyes, dark curly hair, and an equally dark beard. “You even gave him abs,” she points down at the robot's chest which does, indeed, have a very detailed set of abs. “Am I supposed to leave him shirtless?”

“Oh, no, obviously we want realism, like we talked about,” Margaery waves her hand dismissively. “We just couldn't help ourselves when we put in the order.” Sansa shoots her a confused look, which only gets a delighted laugh out of Margaery. “I'm guessing you don't recognize him?”

“Recognize who?”

Margaery gestures at the animatronic. “Jon!” At Sansa's blank stare, Margaery rolls her eyes. “Jon Snow?”

The name sounds familiar and it takes her a second to place it. “The engineer?”

“Duh! Seven hells, don't tell me you've never actually seen him?”

Sansa shakes her head – she usually comes in well after the engineers have done their part.

“Mormont let him take the lead on this project and he's so... ugh,” Margaery makes a noise that's half frustration, half delight. “So serious all the time. But somehow likable? It's infuriating, really. And no one should be that attractive for a nerd.”

“So... does he know you made him into a robot?”

“He does not,” Margaery grins. “We're all just dying for him to come in for an inspection and see it. In fact,” she pulls out her phone and checks the time, “if you wait around for a bit, you'll get to see it happen.”

Sansa shakes her head and they continue on through the set, Sansa writing down notes in her trusty notebook that she always carries with her. Lists of costumes, set pieces. She'll need to bring in Asha later to discuss the lighting options (right now the dark ride is lit with spotlights, giving the whole place a surreal atmosphere).

Margaery eventually leaves her to it and Sansa loses herself in going over the set inch by inch with Gilly and Mya following along with her. She's so lost in thought that Mya has to shake her arm to bring her back to reality, and they turn to see a group of what has to be engineers standing in the main Great Hall set.

“Oh come on, Jon,” Margaery is giggling as a man who must be Jon stands, staring at the animatronic. He's scowling at it, hands tight around the pile of binders in his arms that are... well, ok, Sansa can understand now why Margaery made the robot so well muscled.

Sansa edges closer to the scene, and she can see that his fellow engineers are laughing – one of them is red-faced from trying to hold it in while another is actively wiping tears from his eyes.

“It's already made,” Margaery says in response to whatever Jon had grumbled to her. “Replacing it would be an irresponsible waste of funds. Oh! And here's the team that will be styling you... I mean, styling not-Aemon because that's copyright infringement.”

Jon looks up and the scowl drops from his face.

“This is Sansa, Mya and Gilly are over there.”

“Hi,” Sansa greets and Jon shifts his binders into one arm and then holds out his hand for her to shake (she can feel her face heating up and she hopes the dark hides it). “I promise to try and do you justice.” She regrets her words immediately, especially when she sees a slow grin spread over Margaery's face. “Though it doesn't totally look like you,” she continues on to try and backtrack. “It... doesn't have glasses?”

She wants to sink into the floor in embarrassment, but the gods are not that kind. At least she doesn't spout out how much she likes his glasses. Maybe Margaery is right – no one who clearly cares so little about their appearance should be this attractive. His beard needs a trim, his outfit is painfully unstylish, his hair is pulled back into a bun. All of it should add up to something she hates, but she just... doesn't.

(And honestly, Margaery's description of nerd isn't so far off the mark, but Sansa finds this isn't a detriment – in fact, she might be more attracted to him because of the glasses and the multitude of thick binders organized with labels and tabs that he's got tucked under his arm.)

“I'd also hope real Jon isn't built like a Ken doll,” one of the other engineers barks out a laugh and points at the animatronic, which, yes, does not have any reproductive anatomy.

“Gods,” she hears Jon whisper, and the hand that he had used to shake hers comes up and covers his eyes. “This is a nightmare.”

“Stop being so dramatic,” Margaery sighs and pats him on the shoulder. “Now, why don't you take Sansa around and make sure she's really taken care of, hmm?” At the words, Sansa feels her face heat even further and Jon drops his hand from his eyes and glares at Margaery. “I just mean,” Margaery grins, not even trying to pretend the innuendo wasn't on purpose, “it might help the design if she has a good understanding of the mechanics. I know there's some new things on this ride we haven't had before, you could show her.”

Jon opens his mouth, but doesn't get a chance to speak, because Margaery barrels on. “Sam, Grenn, you can chat with Gilly and Mya while that's happening. And I... well, I'll just be over here, minding my own business.”

With that, Margaery walks away and the other two engineers – Sam and Grenn, she guesses – head over to where the rest of her team stands, watching from afar.

“You don't have to,” Sansa starts, but Jon quickly turns from glaring at Margaery's back to her and his face settles into something less... scowly.

“I don't mind,” he says quickly and maybe it's the low lighting in here, but she thinks the tips of his ears are red.

“Perfect,” she gives him her best smile, which seems to throw him even more off balance and... and she thinks she could get used to throwing Jon Snow off balance.

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can you gift me with a fluffy/smutty (whatever you are willing to give me) spoiler of wolf hunt, please ee , i got fired today, kinda bad but your story bringns up my mood😚

Oh, Anon! I'm so sorry about being fired today! That totally sucks. I will def give you some fluff to brighten things! This is an entirely new scene that I came up with just for you. It's unedited, but I hope it helps!! -------------- They watched the happy couple dance to another slow song, whispering sweet nothings to each other. A year ago, she wouldn't have thought it possible that she'd be at Hot Pie's wedding on a beach in the Stormlands. Along the same thought, if someone had told her she'd be attending the wedding with her ex, Gendry, as their best friend married his half-sister, Arry would have laughed the whole thing off. Yet, here they were. Together. Happy. Alive. While the threat of their enemies still hung over their heads, no one dared to show an ounce of concern.

Across the makeshift dance floor, a group of children played rambunctiously near the water. Mya had dubbed Edric as "it" then headed in the opposite direction. The poor guy at the open bar looked on in horror as the young ones charged at him with water guns and sand buckets. Next to Arry, Gendry threw his head back with a cackle. She smacked his chest but couldn't hide a snicker behind her hand. "No wonder he doesn't like anyone," she shook her head.

"He needs to live a little," her wedding date took a drink from her wine glass. She smacked him again. "What?" Gendry looked ever-the-innocent one, smirking as he took another sip. He leaned closer, "swapping fluids is a favorite pastime for us, isn't it?"

Scandalized—as much as she could appear before all the filthy little thoughts popped to the front of her mind—Arry turned away with color rising from her beck to her cheeks. "You need to behave, sir," she wagged a finger at him. He gently bit down on the tip of her finger, glancing up at her like the wicked devil she knew him to be. Gendry wiggled his eyebrows. "Behave," Arry repeated, "children are present."

"Get a room," Mya groaned as she plopped down in a seat at their table. She pulled each sandal off and dumped at least a handful of sand out of them.

"I'm trying to, but she insists on staying until we see the newlyweds off on their honeymoon," he finished by kissing the finger he bit down on and wrapped an arm around her bare shoulders.

"Speaking of," his sister wrinkled her nose as she wiped her hands on a napkin and searched for a glass to drink, "Edric volunteered to take them to the airport on his way back to Storm's End." Gendry poured her a glass he swore was hers and handed it over. "Bet he'd take the smoochie faces over this crowd any time."

"Destination honeymoon?" Arry piped in and nibbled on some phantom traces of frosting left on her plate. She could practically see Gendry's eyes roll before he switched her empty plate with someone else's untouched piece of cake.

"Summer Sea," both siblings responded.

"They'll fly to some Essos port, board a cruise ship, and spend the next three months away from the real world," Mya sighed wistfully at the very thought. Though, her beautiful daydream came to a screeching halt when Arry fed Gendry a bite. Her entire face scrunched in disgust. "Should we be planning another wedding? A baby shower, perhaps? Skipping all those other important steps to get to the good part?"

"What do you think about buying an RV and road-tripping it?" Gendry questioned in an almost whisper. The sparkle in his eyes and the twitch of his lips told Arry he'd thought about this a lot more than she ever had. Her brows knitted together, and she put the fork down.

"No grand wedding for the paparazzi or adoring fans? All your exes will be heartbroken if they don't at least get an invite." He leaned in closer. Though she tried to make light of the topic, the Baratheon was not having it.

"You, me, and the open road like old times."

"Final destination up north? Maybe near a mountain?"

"Fresh snow on the ground. Curled up together by a fire."

"Nymeria?"

"Who else is going to help me hunt for our food out in the wilderness?"

"All that snow."

"All that snow," he repeated and finished with a small kiss on her lips.

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Apparently Sansa shipping Mya and Lothor means she had no problems with older men. The way people justified pedophilia is disgusting. Mya was approx 19, lowborn and bastard and wasn't a maid. Sansa knew she was is relationship with Mychael. She only acknowledge that Lothor had soft corner for Mya which she told Myranda. She knew Mya can't be married to Mychael who is highborn and already bethroted which Cat also thought same.

An age gap between adults is totally different from an adult being interested in a child. They can't possibly think that works as a compelling argument.

And, the thing with Sansa is that she didn't randomly romanticize an older man, she noticed that Lothor, who has stepped in and saved her once, is interested in Mya, and then, in response to LF’s assertion that old men/young women are good together, she wonders if Mya likes Lothor too. She cares about what the girl thinks of this:

"She'll wait," Alayne said. "She has to wait."

"Don't be so certain, m'lady. She's half mule herself, that one. I think she'd leave us all to starve before she'd put those animals at risk." He smiled when he said it. He always smiles when he speaks of Mya Stone. Mya was much younger than Ser Lothor, but when her father had been brokering the marriage between Lord Corbray and his merchant's daughter, he'd told her that young girls were always happiest with older men. "Innocence and experience make for a perfect marriage," he had said.

Alayne wondered what Mya made of Ser Lothor. With his squashed nose, square jaw, and nap of woolly grey hair, Brune could not be called comely, but he was not ugly either. It is a common face but an honest one. Though he had risen to knighthood, Ser Lothor's birth had been very low. One night he had told her that he was kin to the Brunes of Brownhollow, an old knightly family from Crackclaw Point. "I went to them when my father died," he confessed, "but they shat on me, and said I was no blood of theirs." He would not speak of what happened after that, except to say that he had learned all he knew of arms the hard way. Sober, he was a quiet man, but a strong one. And Petyr says he's loyal. He trusts him as much as he trusts anyone. Brune would be a good match for a bastard girl like Mya Stone, she thought. It might be different if her father had acknowledged her, but he never did. And Maddy says that she's no maid either.

and that last part is Sansa understanding how her world works and that Mya's options are limited.

Also, I’m not sure that the point of this is really those characters or relationships with age gaps, but rather, Martin trying to push Sansa's own understanding along:

When Alayne returned to the winch room, she found Mya Stone waiting impatiently with Lothor Brune and Mord. She must have come up in the bucket to see what was taking us so long. Slim and sinewy, Mya looked as tough as the old riding leathers she wore beneath her silvery ringmail shirt. Her hair was black as a raven's wing, so short and shaggy that Alayne suspected that she cut it with a dagger. Mya's eyes were her best feature, big and blue. She could be pretty, if she would dress up like a girl. Alayne found herself wondering whether Ser Lothor liked her best in her iron and leather, or dreamed of her gowned in lace and silk. Mya liked to say that her father had been a goat and her mother an owl, but Alayne had gotten the true story from Maddy. Yes, she thought, looking at her now, those are his eyes, and she has his hair too, the thick black hair he shared with Renly.

because her view of love is still very fanciful, removed from the physical, intimate reality of love (lust/sex) which Myranda is quick to correct:

"Ser Lothor is fond of her." Alayne glanced down at the mule girl, twenty steps below. "More than fond."

"Lothor Brune?" Myranda raised an eyebrow. "Does she know?" She did not wait for an answer. "He has no hope, poor man. My father's tried to make a match for Mya, but she'll have none of them. She is half mule, that one."

Despite herself, Alayne found herself warming to the older girl. She had not had a friend to gossip with since poor Jeyne Poole. "Do you think Ser Lothor likes her as she is, in mail and leather?" she asked the older girl, who seemed so worldly-wise. "Or does he dream of her draped in silks and velvets?"

"He's a man. He dreams of her naked." (AFFC, Alayne II)

Before, Sansa has been stripped naked or felt naked in conjunction with violence/violent men, and here, she has seen this decent guy who is obviously in love with a girl and had what that means brought down to the real world. I think that’s purposeful.

It is also interesting that while it's framed as gossip/girlish fun, rulers did have a say in marriages. We're told this is the business of kings, so I think Sansa's concern for the feelings of people, how quick she is to pick up on their affections/desires might have real significance going forward.

Anyway, I don't think you can read the Lothor/Mya stuff and come to the conclusion that the author is normalizing LF or the Hound or Tyrion's interest in Sansa. For starters, Lothor isn’t molesting/assaulting the girl he likes. Contrast. And, Lothor isn’t interested in Mya’s claim (she doesn’t have one), he’s interested in her. Contrast. The Lothor/Mya thing seems to be about genuine attraction to who the person is, and since the Hound was always insulting Sansa and Tyrion resented her and LF is intent on using her as a tool in his plans...well, it isn’t the same at all. I don’t know what Martin will do with it, but so far, the Lothor/Mya stuff just makes their favs look bad.

[kittieshauntedourfantasy]

PDA headcanons on whoever you ship (if you have one). You don’t have to, but I’m in serious need of Poptropica ships right now

Omg omg omg SAME but I'm not smart when it comes to PDA so these might suck teehee, but any fuel works for our primitive minds >:)

Amelia and Baron - Baron tries to embarrass Amelia in public by playing s***ty music as she gets into the car from the store but then when the door is closed sHE PLAYS THEIR JAMS

Paulla and Octavian - Slight flirting that makes the other blush a bit

Sandy and Kevin - They take each other to do childish stuff and they only took Mya and Oliver for the hot air balloons bc they thought it'd be fun family bonding

Max and Harold - They go on wwwwalsk and.... HwhhahajiHWOLD HWANDS

I literally cannot think of any other ships bc I am a canon kid most of the times whoops

ANYWAY hope these are good 👍 Thanks for the ask!

[steggr]

the  capital  of  king’s  landing  welcomes  shireen  of  house  baratheon,  the  lady  and  heir  apparent  of  dragonstone  and  the  seven  kingdoms.  news  borne  by  a  raven  sends  word  that  they  bear  a  resemblance  to  jessie  mei  li.  the  twenty  four  year  old  demi  woman  is  reputed  to  be  pioneering  and  undaunted,  but  with  the  eyes  of  court  watching  their  every  move,  they  might  turn  out  to  be  reticent  and  defensive.  when  songs  are  sung,  their  verses  speak  of  a  long  figure  breaking  through  the  thick  morning  mist,  dark  hair  damp  and  eyes  alight  with  wonder  ;  when  melissa  broder  said,  i  ask  god  to  send  a  swordsman  and  god  says  ❛  look  at  your  hands  ��  ;  fingertips  calloused  by  the  sword  and  the  book,  both  scholar  and  aspiring  god - queen.  whispers  throughout  the  seven  kingdoms  claim  that  their  allegiance  lies  with  house  baratheon  of  dragonstone,  where  they  conspire  to  prove  themself  a  worthy  successor  to  their  father  and  safely  locate  the  rest  of  robert  baratheon’s  bastards.  but  in  the  end,  fealty  means  little  when  you  play  the  game  of  thrones.

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birth  name  :  shireen  baratheon.

monikers  /  nicknames  /  aliases  :  the  grey  stag,  lady  adamant,  fawn,  reena.

gender  and  pronouns  :  demi  woman  and  she  or  they.

orientation  :  demisexual  demiromantic.

date  and  year  of  birth  :  19th  day  of  the  5th  moon,  276  A.C.

age  :  twenty  four.

titles  :  lady  of  dragonstone,  heir  apparent  of  the  seven  kingdoms  (  undeclared  ).

parents  :  stannis  baratheon  and  selyse  florent.

other  familial  members  :  robert  baratheon  (  uncle  ),  renly  baratheon  (  uncle  ),  mya  stone  (  cousin  ),  edric  storm  (  cousin  ),  gendry  (  cousin  ),  bella  (  cousin  ),  barra  (  cousin  ),  joffrey  baratheon  (  false  cousin  ),  myrcella  baratheon  (  false  cousin  ),  tommen  baratheon  (  false  cousin  ).

significant  other  :  none.

allegiance  :  house  baratheon  of  dragonstone.

character  inspiration  :  tba.

trigger  warning  for  miscarriage(s),  stillbirth(s),  pregnancy,  deathly  illness  (  in  a  child  ),  outdated  medical  practices,  medical  torture  of  a  child,  blood,  bullying.

introduction  ⸻   

you  are  born  after  much  struggle,  pain  and  lost  ─  before  you  (  and  your  siblings,  born  without  a  pulse  or  passing  through  as  nothing  more  than  a  smear  of  red  on  the  insides  of  your  mother’s  thighs  )  are  even  a  thought  in  either  of  your  parents’  eyes,  there  is  a  tale  of  disgrace  between  the  groom’s  brother  and  the  bride’s  cousin.  after  a  while,  it  becomes  easier  to  believe  that  the  deaths  that  follow  are  because  of  a  curse  on  the  matrimonial  bed  rather  than  lay  the  blame  at  the  feet  of  the  bride.  it  only  makes  your  birth  an  even  sweeter  sight  to  behold  and  though  neither  of  your  parents  were  ones  for  sentimentality,  it  does  take  them  several  days  to  find  a  name  for  the  newborn.  your  father  had  been  optimistically  hoping  for  a  son,  as  most  men  were  wont  to  do  with  their  first  babes,  and  while  it  would  have  been  easier  to  name  you  after  your  deceased  estermont  grandmother,  your  father  had  not  wanted  to  burden  you  with  the  expectation  to  live  up  to  his  mother’s  former  reputation  as  ruling  lady  of  the  stormlands  and  a  favorite  of  queen  rhaella  targaryen.

(  in  the  end,  it  is  a  dornish  name  that  is  chosen,  the  meaning  as  saccharine  as  the  child  that  slumbers  without  a  fuss  amidst  the  humidity  of  dragonstone,  the  curve  of  your  small  head  fitting  snugly  in  the  width  of  your  father’s  palm.  )

much  of  your  early  childhood  is  a  blur  of  memories  though  one  thing  that  is  decidedly  commonplace  in  all  of  your  recollections  is  the  lack  of  a  paternal  figure  in  your  life.  stannis  is  made  master  of  ships  on  the  small  council  of  king  robert  baratheon  almost  immediately  after  the  siege  of  storm’s  end  is  lifted  and  the  rebellion  is  won,  but  you  are  much  too  young  to  understand  how  high  of  an  honor  your  father  has  been  bestowed,  only  that  he  is  gone  for  too  long  of  a  time  and  returns  for  too  short  of  a  time,  missing  your  milestones  and  growth  spurts  that  by  the  time  you  turn  six  years  old,  he  is  all  but  a  stranger  to  you  ─  a  person  seen  in  glimpses  and  studied  through  idealistic  stories  told  by  your  mother  and  your  maester  alike.

perhaps  he  feels  something  guilt  over  his  absence  for  your  father  never  returns  without  a  gift  to  brighten  the  dull  interiors  of  your  rooms.  he  is  a  practical  man,  so  most  of  his  gifs  reflect  his  personality,  remaining  strictly  in  the  realm  of  enrichment.  you  pick  up  your  letters  quicker,  eager  to  use  the  writing  utensils,  books  and  different  colored  inks  that  he  purchases  from  the  port  of  king’s  landing,  but  on  the  eve  of  his  departure  to  crush  the  ironborn  rebellion  in  the  west  in  282  a.c.,  he  presses  a  little  doll  into  your  arms  when  he  oversees  your  bedtime  routine,  dressed  in  the  colors  of  house  baratheon.  at  six  years  old,  you  are  aware  that  there  is  something  different  about  his  departure  this  time  around,  a  sense  of  finality  in  the  way  he  presses  a  stubbled  kiss  to  the  crown  of  your  head  that  you  cannot  keep  the  fat  tears  from  rolling  down  your  cheeks  as  both  mother  and  daughter  wave  off  the  royal  fleet  from  the  safety  of  dragonstone  port,  but  you  hide  your  quivering  chin  against  the  doll  that  still  smells  of  soap  and  ink  from  his  fingertips,  already  knowledgeable  of  your  father’s  discomfort  around  public  (  and  private  )  displays  of  strong  emotion.

it  is  this  strong  streak  of  independence  that  delays  the  detection  of  greyscale  that  begins  as  a  small  blister  of  blackened  skin  on  the  left  side  of  your  neck.  as  a  rambunctious  child,  prone  to  exploring  the  depths  of  the  castle  and  returning  for  dinner  covered  in  cobwebs  and  soot  from  your  adventures,  it  was  not  uncommon  for  the  maids  to  miss  a  spot  (  or  several  )  of  dirt  on  your  skin  during  your  evening  baths  but  when  their  duteous  scrubbing  does  not  dissolve  the  mark  from  your  skin,  the  blister  growing  larger  by  the  day,  the  castle  maester  is  called  in  to  inspect  the  cracked  wound.  what  he  finds  sends  a  wave  of  panic  throughout  the  island  ─  greyscale  is  a  concerning  illness  to  discover  but  without  the  steady  calm  of  the  ruling  lord,  it  rests  in  the  hands  of  the  maester  to  issue  the  following  decrees  as  your  mother  falls  into  despair.

nothing  is  explained  to  you  as  you  watch  in  frightened  confusion  when  your  room  is  stripped  of  comfortable  linens  and  perishable  books.  you  cannot  understand  why  the  maids,  once  so  willing  to  carry  you  close  to  them  whenever  you  would  fall  into  a  fit  of  frustrated  tears,  scurry  away  from  your  outstretched  arms  with  a  cry  of  panic.  (  that  is  your  first  brush  with  clear  rejection  and  it  leaves  you  feeling  hollow  and  full  all  at  once,  a  conflicting  ache  that  roots  itself  in  your  chest.  )  you  are  locked  in  your  childhood  room  as  your  belongings  are  thrown  into  a  pile  and  burned  in  the  castle  courtyard  in  the  hopes  of  staving  off  an  outbreak  but  unbeknown  to  the  castle  occupants,  the  infection  had  already  began  to  settle  in  the  island.  the  maids  (  the  ones  that  had  been  wily  enough  to  escape  discovery  and  confinement  )  had  returned  to  the  villages  below,  spreading  the  disease  to  their  families  and  prompting  a  missive  to  be  sent  out  to  all  the  ports  of  westeros  and  beyond  the  narrow  seas,  warning  sailors  away  from  visiting  the  island  and  portmasters  from  accepting  ships  that  came  from  dragonstone.

while  you  were  made  aware  that  death  had  visited  the  villages  of  the  island,  the  people  within  these  small  settlements  were  not  as  fortunate  as  yourself  to  have  a  dedicated  maester  by  their  sides  though  you  show  no  gratitude  for  the  man’s  efforts.  what  you  are  subjected  to  beneath  his  hands  in  the  hopes  that  one  of  his  experiments  would  eventually  procure  a  solution  is  nothing  less  than  medical  torture  though  at  six  years  old,  you  cannot  understand  why  your  mother  is  kept  away,  dragged  from  your  door  for  her  own  safety  whenever  the  heavy  oak  divider  parts  to  unveil  the  masked  maester  ─  you  are  stretched  out  on  a  thin  mattress,  arms  and  legs  tied  to  keep  you  from  trashing  about  or  scratching  at  the  itchy  spread  of  greyscale  that  only  keeps  growing  larger  and  every  evening,  the  maester  peels  back  the  scaled  skin  in  the  hopes  of  healing  the  red - raw  flesh  beneath  the  infection.

(  your  screams  reverberate  through  the  castle,  muffled  against  the  gag�� that  is  drenched  with  your  saliva  and  that  keeps  you  from  biting  down  on  your  own  tongue.  your  wails  are  echoed  in  the  skies,  each  cry  matched  with  a  deafening  clap  of  thunder  as  the  storm  rolls  in,  lightning  brightening  up  the  sky  in  flashes  of  white.  the  smallfolk  of  the  island  whisper  rumors  that  speak  of  a  stormsinger  and  curses,  but  most  of  them  pray  for  the  mercy  of  death,  if  recovery  seems  impossible.  )

in  the  end,  a  savior  comes  in  the  form  of  your  returning  father,  who  had  victoriously  crushed  the  ironborn  rebellion  by  commanding  the  royal  fleet  yet  who  is  helpless  in  the  face  of  such  a  devastating  disease.  out  of  the  woods  come  the  noble  lords  and  well - meaning  advisors,  counseling  him  to  send  you  away  lest  another  outbreak  occur  ─  ❛  it  is  a  kindness,  ❜  they  had  murmured  with  a  gentle  remorse  that  held  undertones  of  personal  ambition,  ❛  to  yourself  and  to  lady  selyse.  no  parent  should  watch  their  child  suffer  thus.  ❜  the  tales  of  his  outrage  at  their  suggestions  are  told  through  your  mother’s  whispered  reassurances.  you  are  told  that  he  sends  these  men  away  with  the  threat  of  death  looming  above  their  heads  should  they  return  and,  when  he  learns  of  the  experiments  that  the  castle  maester  had  been  conducting  on  you  without  sanction  from  the  citadel,  he  sends  that  man  away  as  well,  calling  for  the  maester  from  his  youth  to  attend  to  you.

maester  cressen  is  an  elderly  man  with  soft,  pruned  fingers  who  sees  no  need  to  peel  away  the  scales  from  your  face.  he  presents  to  choice  to  you,  as  scarring  it  almost  certain  if  the  scales  are  not  pulled  off  the  skin  routinely  to  allow  new  growth  but  you  choose  to  leave  them  on,  unwilling  to  bear  the  mindless  pain  and  the  restrains  around  your  bruised  wrists.  you  are  too  young  to  be  concerned  with  vanity,  only  wanting  the  pain  to  stop.  it  is  not  that  his  methods  hurt  any  less  but  you  have  a  choice  in  how  you  want  to  proceed,  the  grandfatherly  maester  explaining  his  reasons  and  movements  before  he  even  touches  you  and  after  two  years  in  isolation  and  under  heavy  observation,  you  are  allowed  out  of  your  rooms,  blinking  rapidly  at  the  onslaught  of  sunlight  in  your  eyes.

the  greyscale  robs  you  of  the  sweetness  of  childhood  and  the  accusing  stares  that  you  receive  as  your  family  walks  through  the  villages  below  the  castle  steal  what  little  is  left  of  your  blind  trust,  forcing  you  to  hide  behind  the  towering  figure  of  your  mother  with  a  reclusiveness  that  had  not  been  there  prior  to  the  illness.  you  are  tall  for  your  age  at  eight  years  old  but  it  is  not  your  height  or  fine,  high  collared  clothing  that  draws  attention  to  you  but  the  harsh,  black - grey  spread  of  scales  that  begin  at  your  neck  and  stretch  all  the  way  up  to  your  left  cheekbone,  coming  to  a  stop  just  beneath  your  eye.  a  small  part  of  your  left  nostril  is  covered  as  well,  making  it  more  difficult  for  you  to  run  around  as  you  had  before  seeing  as  you  were  easily  prone  to  breathlessness  now  but  while  your  mother  may  want  to  keep  you  hidden  and  safe,  it  is  maester  cressen  that  drags  you  out  of  the  shadows.  though  he  has  only  known  you  for  less  than  two  years,  he  has  witnessed  your  eagerness  to  appear  older  and  more  independent,  possessing  the  same  stubborn  streak  that  your  father  had  as  a  child  and  in  entrusting  you  to  assist  him  in  his  weekly  rounds  through  the  villages,  he  had  succeeded  in  drawing  you  out  of  your  shell,  exposing  you  to  the  scared  by  healing  island  while  acclimating  the  smallfolk  to  the  scarred  child  that  so  many  of  them  blamed  for  their  misfortunes.

it  proves  to  be  impossible  to  remain  wary  of  a  child  that  was  so  timid  yet  so  unabashedly  curious  and  your  darting  figure,  dressed  in  somber  shades  of  browns  and  blacks,  becomes  a  common  sight  among  the  smallfolk,  followed  by  your  towering  guard.  the  children  are  the  first  to  welcome  you  back  into  the  fold,  borderline  rude  questions  going  unstifled  in  spite  of  their  parents’  apologies  and  it  is  just  easier  to  talk  openly  about  your  scarring.  it  is  much  better  than  to  endure  the  whispers  and  pointing  behind  your  back,  at  least,  and  once  they  know  what  happened,  the  questions  die  down  and  you  are  simply  a  play  companion,  albeit  more  nobly  bred.

maester  cressen  makes  you  read  to  him  as  he  tends  to  the  rope - rough  palms  of  sailors  and  fishermen  wives  alike  and  you  soon  gather  an  audience  of  little  followers,  younger  children  who  are  eager  to  decipher  the  inky  black  wiggles  on  paper  ─  after  two  years  in  isolation,  you  have  a  patience  that  not  many  others  your  age  possess,  fingers  steadily  pulling  away  grasping  hands  from  the  book  that  you  drag  along  from  dragonstone  library  to  the  marketplace,  high - pitched  voice  drawing  attention  from  your  peers  as  you  taught  letters  and  words  to  the  common  children.  there  is  little  that  your  mother  can  find  to  complain  about  when  it  comes  to  your  new  friends,  relieved  that  you  are  comfortable  enough  to  return  to  some  semblance  of  normalcy  and  begrudgingly  accepting  the  presence  of  your  guard  when  he  follows  your  smaller  footsteps  from  behind,  his  looming  figure  casting  a  shadow  that  keeps  you  out  of  the  sun.

in  the  absence  of  your  father,  aurane  waters  becomes  something  of  a  paternal  figure  even  when  you  shun  the  presence  of  almost  all  other  men.  (  your  first  meeting  with  your  uncle  robert  after  contacting  greyscale  goes  as  disastrously  as  imagined  and  it  is  to  aurane  that  you  run,  dark  brows  knitting  into  an  angry  little  furrow  at  the  good - natured  teasing  from  the  king.  )  if  stannis  feels  any  slight  by  your  preference  for  the  bastard  of  house  velaryon,  he  says  nothing  of  it  and  even  permits  you  to  pick  up  a  sword  beneath  aurane’s  watchful  eye,  monitoring  your  progression  during  his  infrequent  visits  back  home.  you  are  a  hard  worker,  stubbornness  ingrained  into  your  very  sinews,  and  you  rise  back  up  every  time  you  get  knocked  down  until  you  are  as  unmovable  as  the  dragonmont  itself,  limbs  slender  but  strong  enough  to  pick  up  a  war  hammer  fashioned  in  the  likeness  of  the  one  that  had  crushed  rhaegar  targaryen’s  chest  into  pieces.

teaching  the  smallfolk  (  for  their  parents  soon  join  in,  wishing  to  know  what  secrets  their  children  write  down  and  pass  to  each  other  over  the  dinner  table  )  soon  becomes  your  duty,  along  with  penning  correspondences  to  the  lords  of  westeros  and  the  merchants  across  the  narrow  seas  as  maester  cressen’s  eyesight  worsens  by  the  year.  by  the  time  you  are  sixteen,  you  master  the  art  of  insulting  a  man  over  paper  in  flowery  scripture  and  the  ledgers  of  the  castle  are  as  familiar  to  you  as  the  callouses  on  your  fingertips  ─  you  might  never  be  beautiful  but  the  maester  and  your  mother  see  that  you  are  valuable  in  other  ways  that  are  more  important  than  pleasant  features  and  you  find  that  you  prefer  being  plain  and  free,  rather  than  pretty  and  protected.

by  the  time  your  father  returns  to  dragonstone  in  298  a.c.  following  the  death  of  jon  arryn,  you  are  rather  settled  in  your  role  as  his  heir  and  future  ruling  lady  of  a  small  spit  of  land.  you  know  and  love  your  people  and  they  love  you  but  the  thunderous  addition  of  the  formerly  absent  ruling  lord  heralds  trouble  for  the  island  as  your  father  brings  almost  all  of  the  royal  fleet  with  him,  the  foreboding  war  dromons  and  an  assortment  of  other  ships  darkening  the  horizon.  the  days  grow  shorter  and  the  evenings  grow  longer  with  your  father  brooding  in  his  study  and  your  mother  cautions  you  away  from  disturbing  him.  from  the  whispers,  you  understand  that  he  is  upset  with  your  uncle  robert  for  some  insult  or  another  but  it  is  not  until  he  calls  you  into  the  room  that  holds  the  painted  table  of  all  of  westeros,  your  mother  twisting  her  hands  together  by  his  side,  that  you  realize  that  the  whispers  were  wrong.

you  cannot  be  certain  what  gives  him  the  audacity  to  think  of  claiming  the  throne,  regardless  of  his  birthright  ─  a  part  of  you  blames  the  red  woman  that  your  mother  finds  and  brings  to  the  island  to  whisper  poison  in  your  father’s  ear  but  when  uncle  robert  dies,  gored  by  a  boar,  you  lean  against  him  to  subtly  offer  him  the  support  of  your  shoulder,  your  sword  and  your  mind,  and  breath  a  sigh  of  relief  when  he  presses  a  reassuring  hand  to  the  back  of  your  head,  the  touch  brief  but  warm.  war  is  for  men  and  robert’s  death  cracks  westeros  open  like  an  egg  as  the  north  rises  against  the  westerlands  and  ned  stark  is  arrested  on  the  charge  of  treason  but  where  king’s  landing  may  see  a  rebel,  you  see  opportunity  in  the  northerners  outrage  at  the  disrespect  shown  towards  their  lord.

your  mother  does  not  wish  for  you  to  get  involved  with  the  politics  of  your  father’s  quiet  (  for  now  )  campaign  for  the  throne,  driven  to  points  of  fanaticism  in  her  sudden  desire  to  produce  a  male  heir  for  his  legacy  but  he  charges  you  with  the  king’s  orders  while  he  masquerades  beneath  a  guise  of  loyalty  in  king’s  landing  nonetheless,  to  find  and  secure  your  uncle’s  bastards  to  support  his  suspicions  and  his  claims  before  the  lannisters  kill  them  all  and  though  he  does  not  ask,  you  are  determined  to  reform  his  reputation  as  well  ─  the  red  woman  may  believe  him  to  be  a  messiah  reborn  but  you  know  that  even  gods  need  their  supporters  and  you  catch  more  flies  with  honey  than  vinegar.

plot  points  ⸻   

locating  the  bastards  :  shireen  has  been  entrusted  with  the  task  of  locating,  gathering  and  securing  as  many  of  robert  baratheon’s  bastards  as  possible.  stannis  knows  of  three  which  are  mya  stone,  edric  storm  and  gendry,  and  while  mya  and  edric  are  safe  for  the  moment,  the  disappearance  of  gendry  is  worrying  especially  after  the  massacre  of  the  bastards  in  king’s  landing  following  robert’s  death.  unbeknown  to  house  baratheon  of  dragonstone,  gendry  is  safe  and  potentially  under  the  protection  of  house  stark  ─  if  that  is  true,  the  northerners  may  use  him  as  a  bargaining  chip  to  secure  the  support  of  stannis  for  a  northern  independency  while  also  throwing  their  support  behind  stannis’  claim  to  the  throne.  beyond  this,  they  need  to  follow  the  rumors  of  the  other  bastards  while  collecting  edric  and  mya  from  the  stormlands  and  the  vale  respectively.

right  of  succession  :  with  stannis’  desire  to  locate  the  bastards  to  support  his  theory  against  the  legitimacy  of  cersei’s  children,  shireen  is  understandably  concerned  that  one  of  robert’s  bastards  may  get  it  into  their  heads  to  try  for  the  throne.  while  the  laws  of  westeros  will  never  put  a  bastard  over  them,  renly  baratheon  is  also  pushing  to  be  considered  stannis’  heir  over  them  and  he  does  have  a  claim  and  the  support  of  the  storm  lords  behind  him  ─  if  renly  then  chooses  to  legitimize  edric  storm  and  make  him  heir  to  the  storm’s  end,  shireen  will  be  robbed  of  their  birthright  to  the  throne  and  to  the  stormlands.  they  adore  their  family  and  edric,  especially,  owing  to  being  cousins  twice - over,  they  have  made  so  many  sacrifices  already  and  will  continue  to  do  so  in  support  of  their  father  and  while  they  would  never  demand  payment  or  recognition  for  doing  what  they  feel  all  children  must  do,  the  idea  of  stannis  choosing  renly  over  them  or  one  of  the  bastards  getting  legitimized  to  inherit  over  them  or  both  sits  like  an  anchor  in  their  belly.  shireen  is  desperate  for  paternal  approval  and  if  this  were  to  happen,  it  may  be  what  breaks  their  resolve  and  potentially  might  send  them  in  a  downwards  spiral  of  desperate  betrayal  to  prove  their  worth.

team  dragonstone’s  pr  manager  :  this  is  touched  upon  briefly  above  but  out  of  all  of  team  dragonstone,  shireen  and  davos  are  perhaps  the  most  friendly  of  the  bunch.  it  is  very  likely  that  stannis’  return  to  king’s  landing  to  ❛  support  ❜  joffrey  following  a  change  of  heart  after  robert’s  death  was  an  idea  concocted  by  shireen  to  keep  the  ambitions  of  team  dragonstone  under  wraps.  they  have  been  keeping  up  with  correspondences  to  the  lords  and  ladies  of  westeros,  as  well  as  the  noblemen  and  merchants  across  the  narrow  seas  and  while  their  letters  have  been  mostly  trade  talk  owing  to  dragonstone  being  one  of  the  main  ports  of  the  capital,  shireen  now  has  these  names  as  acquaintances,  at  the  very  least.  their  challenge  now  is  to  push  pass  their  reclusiveness  to  reach  out  to  make  new  friends  ─  it  is  not  difficult,  as  they  are  generally  very  pleasant  but  their  wariness  and  added  pressure  from  keeping  their  father’s  aspiring  kingship  a  secret  might  prove  to  be  a  disastrous  combination.

mini  headcanons  ⸻   

shireen  has  a  black  raven  called  aegon,  after  aegon  the  unworthy,  as  it  is  a  rather  plump  and  pampered  bird.  it  does  not  fly  around  very  well  and  spends  most  of  it’s  time  on  their  shoulder,  cawing  loudly  or  snapping  a  few  choice  words  ─  fat  aegon  (  the  bird  )  repeats  the  same  three  cuss  words  and  is  known  to  fly  at  people  that  it  doesn’t  particularly  like.  for  it’s  own  safety,  fat  aegon  has  been  left  behind  in  dragonstone  for  the  time  being.

shireen  has  been  tutoring  the  smallfolk  of  dragonstone  since  the  age  of  12  and  while  most  of  their  students  are  children,  they  do  have  two  or  three  adults  that  pop  in  every - so - often.  through  their  endeavors  to  make  education  more  accessible  to  people,  dragonstone  has  become  a  rather  progressive  island  with  half  of  the  population  being  literate  and  they  have  used  their  allotted  funds  to  start  up  a  small  school  that  is  being  ran  by  one  of  their  childhood  companions.

shireen  was  a  member  of  the  royal  court  from  the  ages  of  18  -  20  (  294  a.c  -  296  a.c.  )  where  they  served  as  myrcella’s  lady - in - waiting  but  after  an  unfortunate  encounter  with  joffrey  where  he  attempted  to  corner  them  in  order  to  inspect  and  pull  off  one  of  their  greyscales,  they  returned  back  to  dragonstone  and  swore  off  court.  their  uncle  robert  sent  them  a  necklace  that  had  belonged  to  their  grandmother,  cassana  estermont,  as  an  apology  for  his  son  and  that  insufficient  punishment  of  the  prince  began  to  sour  their  father’s  opinion  of  court,  robert  and  joffrey.

shireen  has  inherited  the  gifts  of  a  stormsinger  and  air  mage  from  their  ancestral  blood  relations  to  house  durrandon  which  earned  it’s  beginnings  from  the  union  of  the  goddess  elenei  and  durran  godsgrief.  these  are  not  gifts  known  to  them  as  their  only  display  of  stormsinger  tendencies  was  as  a  child  when  their  cries  would  often  be  followed  by  brief  but  violent  storms.  presently,  their  gift  for  air  magic  is  more  prominent  albeit  similarly  untapped  ─  it  has  become  commonplace  for  winds  to  begin  to  pick  up  roughly  whenever  they  are  upset  and  their  laughter  is  often  followed  by  a  gust  of  tickling  air  across  the  neck.

shireen  discovered  a  calcified  dragon  egg  when  she  was  eleven  in  aegon’s  garden  in  dragonstone.  it  was  hidden  beneath  a  cranberry  bush  and  was  likely  laid  by  one  of  the  last  dragons  on  the  island  as  it  is  no  larger  than  a  chicken  egg.  blood  red  in  color  with  hints  of  white  at  the  ends  of  each  scale,  the  egg  is  usually  tucked  in  a  pocket  or  kept  close  to  their  heart  as  a  good  luck  charm  ─  it  will  never  hatch.

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wanted  plots  ⸻   

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