#idc he always looked good but when he came back to kings landing???

[earth4angels]

season one jacaerys i have loved you even at the mullet era

[yuujism]

Next life (ryomen sukuna x reader)

| PAIRINGS: ryomen sukuna x gn!reader

| WARNINGS: just lil mentions of blood, lil suggestive, kinda angsty? lil violent, grammar errors

| WORD COUNT: 1,012

A/N: so sukuna was making me feel some kinda way thanks to that anon who talked about sukuna and favourites so i decided to write something about him and maybe this trope is kinda overdone but u know what? idc! i’m tired of pretending sukuna isn’t sexy and a demon and the way he could have a favoeuite !! so yea anyway hope you enjoy!! just had to write about him today damn 😔✋

You were his favourite.

Out of all the hordes of people he could have at his disposal, Sukuna found something in you that just invited him to get closer and closer. Like fire. Calling him to get warm but at the same time fight the temptation of touching the hot essence that was your soul.

Sukuna still remembers the first time he saw you as if it was yesterday; facing down at your feet with fear as the priests you once thought were God’s right hand were pushing you to the Devil’s grip. Submit and survive, that’s what they said.

Submit and survive for the greater good of the village.

You didn’t know if you wanted to be angry and scream with impotence or take a chance to run away as fast as you could when Sukuna didn’t even spare you a glance, let alone a comment. But your will to live with dignity was stronger than your ego and all the unworthy people in your village. You had a new goal. 

Be invisible. Don’t let the King of Curses know of your existence. Become less than nothing under his scornful gaze and survive to get your revenge on the heads of the village.

And that’s what you thought you were doing right the first few weeks until Sukuna himself handpicked you among the rest of his followers desperate to get his attention. How? It’s still a mystery to this day but you weren’t going to become another corpse by him.

Sukuna really enjoyed the way you still had fight in you even after hours of him holding you against your will. You were feisty and he could feel the hatred inside you but, surprisingly enough, it wasn’t against him. At least not all of it. 

Interesting.

No way in hell he was going to give up now that you had something he wanted to know, to possess. And day after day, Sukuna tried to break you in many ways, watching as the barrier that protected your essence broke little by little every time he barely touched your skin, red eyes studying you with something you couldn’t describe.

Nothing was better than taming a wild beast into submission.

Because the day you finally gave up to your deepest desires after fighting them –fighting yourself– you let Sukuna taint every single part of your soul with his lewd touch and mouths. But figure towering over you as if his shadow was meant to consume you since the beginning.

And when Sukuna finally marked you, a black line adorning your neck and wrists to become his and only his as you moaned his name like a prayer, that’s when you became his favourite. 

You just took him so good Sukuna became addicted, keeping you all to himself next to him almost in fear of someone stealing you from him. 

Sukuna adored you. From the way your body was so used to him by now it was almost in auto pilot, to the way you still bit back at him at every chance you got. He was totally infatuated by you and it was no secret to the jealous eyes of his followers.

But the hatred was still there. Your hunger of revenge bigger than your adoration for the King of Curses (if such feeling even existed), the fight within you never dying down even when you had all the privileges you could have. However, it wasn’t Sukuna’s fault, no. You just really wanted to kill those priests who cover the atrocious meaning of his gatherings under a mask of faith.

You would do anything.

The feeling of Sukuna’s fingertips traced your arm as you laid down next to him after bedding you was making you feel tranquil, something you thought you had forgotten a long time ago. The warmth emanating from his naked body behind you that you grew accustomed to and the feeling of his fangs sinking into your shoulder from time to time.

This would’ve been nice if it wasn’t all a lie. A prison keeping you from your destiny.

Your eyes landed on your marked wrists that matched with his and you knew that the moment was close. It didn’t matter anymore.

~

  “You fool.” Sukuna’s whisper came to your ears as a low echo, his two pairs of red eyes looking at you from shove with sorrow as a sly smirk covered his face, contradicting himself. 

It all felt it happened in a matter of seconds: the usual fighting and the usual angry sex before you admitted you were leaving, even if he didn’t want to, even if he had to kill you. You weren’t going to stop.

You expected every reaction except the sharp pain that invaded your body from the core of your chest. 

You looked down with a blurry sight only to be met with his hand piercing right through your heart, blood spattering on the ground as you turned your head to look at Sukuna behind you. But you weren’t strong enough, falling to your knees as his arms wrapped around you and your mind started to shut down.

Pathetic. You were pathetic.

A bitter smile creeped up your face as you kept getting lost into those same red eyes, matching the small droplets of your blood in his face. 

“All you had to do was listen to me, little human. I gave you everything.”

Your eyes started to feel heavy and, even at this state, you could feel the anger flowing within you because of his words; you wanted to spit on him.

“Couldn’t let you go just like that. You are my favourite.” 

Sukuna’s deep voice started feeling further away as you finally gave up to the inevitable. But, if something more existed out there, you were sure you would never forget his words and what you could think was a hint of a tear on his eye or an illusion from the tears in your own.

“I will meet you in your next life. You’re never getting away from me. Even if I must kill you a thousand times. You’re mine. Always mine.”

[teiasviago]

A 2004 Kid Watches GoT S1E1

That’s me, I just finished watching the very first episode of Game of Thrones. I was live Tweeting, but now I’m going to ruminate using my Tweets before watching episode 2.

First off, there’s a lot of problems with this show. It’s nothing obvious, but I feel like I need to say it because it’s a big problem: there’s a lot of unnecessary nudity of women. Sure, the actresses are consenting, but that doesn’t make it right. Just because a character is nude doesn’t mean the camera needs to show her boobs or naked body for fuck’s sake. Maybe if men were also nude as much it wouldn’t be so bad, but they aren’t. The writers of Game of Thrones sexualized women, which is abhorrent and disgusting. They “had” to age up the characters for nudity and sex scenes that were either unnecessary scenes or could not display nude bodies! It’s, quite frankly, disappointing. I just needed to get all that out.

Onto my actual thoughts of the first episode.

YO WHY TF DID THE NIGHT KING HAVE A HORRIBLE DEATH SEQUENCE WHEN THE WHITE WALKERS WERE LITERALLY THE FIRST PLOT THREAD INTRODUCED & THEREFORE THE MOST IMPORTANT?????? (like seriously, wtf. he’s literally the main villain of the story!!)

(okay but like what is the symbolism for?????)

oh lawd Arya is a feisty one and Bran’s super soft oh fuck I love: them. (YOU HEAR THAT?? I LOVE THEM!)

Jon, bby, ur a real Stark. (but seriously he’s literally a Stark. his mom’s Lyanna he’s legit a Stark lmfao no infidelity here, Cat.)

Oh shit NED U BETTER NOT—YOU BETTER BE THE “winter is coming that means white walkers” TYPE OR I WILL RESCIND MY MISPLACED DEVOTION TO YOU.

Omg direwolves i’m OMG JON’S A SMART ONE! HA! WHOULDA THUNK?

Lol Jon’s a real Stark fuck off Theon

If I have to watch Cersei and Jaime be romantic or sexual istg i’m gonna throw up a little in my mouth.

Please don’t hit me w twincest in the first episode prayers as I take a bathroom break (they hit me with the twincest 😭)

Also, King’s Landing is soooo beautiful!

*squeals in Jaime-gasm*

ah...ahaha... He’s so hot i’m STOP LOOKING AT CERSEI JUST STOP STOP STOP IF HE MAKES ANY SORT OF LOOK OF LOVE AT HER I’M GONNA LOSE MY APPETITE.

Oomf me ser why is he so hot my GOD BRIENNE IS SO LUCKY 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵 KBDJDVSIBSJDBDKDBDKDNKDBDKDNDKNDKDBDJDBKDBDNDBDNDBDJD

Okay but in all seriousness, who died? *Opens character guide* ohhh ok idc abt him lol

I was about to press play but...I just wanna appreciate Jaime for a moment. You know? Just...the outfit is...damn.

Also idk if i’m ready for this conversation between Jaime and Cersei. PLAY—

HE LOOKED AT HER WITH KINDA HEART EYES AND LOVING SMIRK (VER. ONE) I’M—

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

I had to pause. Idk if i’m ready to proceed. Props to Nik tho bcs damn he knows how to do heart eyes. That’s not easy.

Ok ok ok I just need to get this over with and watch it.

OHHHHHHHHHH THEY THOUGHT JON ARRYN MIGHT’VE LEARNED ABT THEM FU—FUCK—FUCKING!

Issa raven~

Cat! ❤️❤️

Oop is this actually the episode where Bran gets pushed out of a tower? I hope not cuz oof that would suuuuuuuuuck

But also foreshadowing~~~~~~ hot damn if he hadn’t climbed a lotta shit wouldn’t have gone down... Woah.......... Holy crap...

Heyyyyyyy Joffrey!

Oh shit Sansa’s got a crush on the wrong guy.

Skksks Arya turned into Aya sk

Hot damn helmet hair is too sexy. Maybe i’ll just...leave it pause...right here...

No one should be allowed to be this sexy. No one.

Teehee I made a reaction pic lol

Jaime, sister-fucker: Tyrion, I’m disappointed in you for having sex with a whore even though you’re not related.

Tyrion: -_- right. Okay. Fuck off. I love you.

lmao their relationship is really cool

My mom came in the room to talk to me and she was like, “He [Jaime] looks like a shithead.” AND THEN I MENTIONED SHREK’S PRINCE CHARMING AND SHE WAS LIKE

I REMEMBER HIM AND THEY TOTALLY LOOK SIMILAR MAYBE THAT’S WHY I THINK HE’S A SHITHEAD

BSKBDODHDJ I’M DEAD DECEASED GONE LMFAO

This Jaime is peak shithead energy lmao

BWHAHAHA that wasn’t what I expected at all didhjdhd Jaime is kind but he’s closed himself off to everyone but Tyrion 🥺🥺 poor baby 🥺🥺 even Cersei doesn’t know his true self...

God I love this show already WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE RUINED WTF

i have since rescinded my previous statement FUCK why do i care so much...

Lyanna 🥺💕💕

Dany! She’s so pretty! *Bisexual mode activated*

Unnecessary boobage  And why is there MORE incest vibes?????? WTF????? 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️

Oh, Dany i’m sorry for everything that’s happened and will happen... 😔

Wait—wait lol Sansa’s only thirteen? I THOUGHT SHE WAS LIKE MY AGE AT LEAST HOLY COW WHY’S EVERONE SO FUCKIN’ YOUNG????

I feel old now lmfao

Lol they really did make Joffrey seem nice, didn’t they? 

Oomf me ser UM—right, Jaime’s back, just as hot as always—I mean...

Ned Stark with the great comeback! Jaime Lannister with the sexiest smile of the century!

HAJSHKEBE Arya and Sansa are legit me and my sister. I’m Sansa and my sister’s Arya ksksbdkdb

OH SHIT! OH SHIT LYSA KNOWS WHAT HAPPENED OH SHIT oh ohhh ohhhhhh not good

Oh no Ned...

On another topic, I did this bdjndkdjdjdn

I’m tempted to rewind to Jaime & Ned’s convo just to make another reaction picture... I don’t wanna forget so imma do it now skskks

Here’s the pic:

Wait fuck he was already making heart eyes why did I cover them up

Oh, Dany... I’m so so so so so so sorry. But now she has the dragon eggs, at least.

Bye bye Ned :’(

OMG BRAN’S CLIMBING THE TOWER EYE—I WANT TO VOMIT GOD I’M SUPPOSED TO EAT DINNER RN BUT I CAN’T BECAUSE THAT’S VILE AND DISGUSTING AND ABHORRENT AND—

Ok but the fact that they don’t sound into it makes it a bit better. Only a bit. I don’t think I can eat my Mac n Cheese for a while tho. And I love Mac n Cheese :’(

Bran’s too young for this!

Idk if I can play it...no idk I just no no no no Jaime......... 😔☹️😨😰😖😵🤢🤮🤒

OH MY GOD JAIME YOU ARROGANT, SISTER-FUCKING, KING-SLAYING, BRIENNE-MOCKING, BRIENNE-HURTING, BOY-CRIPPLING, MOTHERFUCKING BASTARD-ASS PSYCHO HOW COULD YOU TRICK HIM LIKE THAT YOU FUCKING MONSTER!

Sorry, Ser Dad, but idk if i’ll be able to look at you for an hour or so

These can go in the trash. Bye. I WANT SEASON 2+ JAIME CUZ THIS ONE SUCKS ASS

[all-hail-the-witcher]

“ They told me you passed out, how do you feel?” With any ship idc

this is also based on this post http://crystallizedtwilight.tumblr.com/post/170999381713/race-got-really-sick-and-passed-out-on-the-street aka my favorite Newsies art ever by @crystallizedtwilight I hope you don’t mind I turned it into a fic

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Don’t Worry Me

ship: sprace

genre: hurt comfort/ sickfic

warnings: passing out, general sickness

word count: 1383

editing: none

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In hindsight, Race probably should have stayed at the lodge. His head felt like it was going to crack in half, his voice and throat were sore, he was cold despite the extra shirt he had put on and his stomach hurt.

Race placed a hand on the lamppost next to him as he was overcome by other wave of dizziness. He just had to last for another hour or so until he finished selling and then he could go meet up with Spot. The prospect of seeing Spot was the only thing keeping Race out and selling right now. He very much wanted to see him right now, but he had to finish selling first.

“Hey, Race!”

Race’s head snapped up a little too quickly to see who was calling him. His vision went out of focus and he barely had time to register Albert running toward him before his legs gave out and he toppled into darkness.

•••

Race let out a groan and opened his eyes slowly. His head and stomach still hurt and his clogged nose was making it difficult to breathe.

After a few seconds of blinking, Race registered the fact that he was no longer out on the street selling but laying in his bunk at the lodging house. The room was dark, indicating that it was nighttime. Race’s stomach dropped. He had missed meeting up with Spot, the one thing he had been looking forward to. Hopefully he wasn’t too worried. Race had no way of contacting him to let him know that he was okay, their relationship, if it could even be called that, was a secret after all.

All of this was too much for Races brain to handle in his sick state and he let out a loud groan.

Within seconds there was rustling from the bunk above him and the bed shook as Albert climbed down and sat on the edge of his friend’s bed.

“Hey Racer,” Albert whispered, placing a hand to his forehead to take his temperature, wincing when it came away hotter than he would have liked. “How are ya feelin?”

“Like shit,” Race mumbled, pushing himself up on his elbows.

Albert smirked at him. “Can’t say I’m surprised. Ya passed out in the middle of the street. Lucky I was there to bring you back.”

Race closed his eyes, thinking about how unlucky he was because he hadn’t been able to see Spot. “Mmhm, real lucky.”

Albert stood up to go back to his bed. “You sleep, okay? Mush already said ya ain’t sellin tomorrow so don’t try to get up early, okay?”

Race let out a groan in response. Another day without seeing Spot? Hopefully this sickness didn’t last too long.

Albert laughed quietly at Race’s seeming disappointment. “Night Racer,” he said as he climbed back up onto his bunk.

Race rolled over and tried to ignore the throbbing in his head. If he was going to be stuck at the lodge, he might as well sleep.

•••

Race was awoken at what he assumed was lunchtime the next day due the loud voices downstairs from the boys who chose to come back to the lodge for food. Their noise was not doing anything for Race’s still present headache and he sighed in defeat, knowing that he would just have to wait for them to leave to sleep again.

Suddenly, the noise died down and a gruff sounding voice came from downstairs followed by murmurs and sounds of confusion. Race strained his ears, but couldn’t make out any of the conversation. A few minutes of discussion later there came the sound of someone climbing the stairs to the bunk room.

A few seconds later, none other than Spot Conlon entered the bunk room, concern clouding his features as his eyes landed on Race.

“They told me you passed out while selling yesterday,” Spot said, walking toward Race’s bunk and sitting down on it. “Are you okay?”

Race sat up, meeting Spots worried gaze. What was Spot even doing here? Was he that invested in their relationship that he had to schlep all the way to Manhattan when Race didn’t show up for a meeting? Maybe he cared more about Race than he let on…

“It’s no big deal,” Race sighed. “I’ll be up an’ runnin soon enough.”

Spot scoffed and rolled his eyes, pretending to be very interested in Race’s blanket. He had never been particularly good at offering comfort.

“I’m going to get you some soup,” he said after a minute, turning to leave.

Race hadn’t eaten anything in at least a day - he was too out of it to ingest anything besides water - but he protested Spot’s offer. “Don’t!” He said as forcefully as he could muster. “i ain’t spending your money!”

Spot brushed off his concerns. “You can pay me back later.”

Race sighed, catching Spots shoulder with his hand as he got off his bed. “It’s not about that,” he mumbled. “Time you waste here - with me - is time you ain’t out sellin papes. I ain’t costing you a days work, Spottie.”

Spot whirled around, and Race’s eyes widened in shock as he took in the, what was that?Disappointment? Worry? Concern? in spots eyes.

“Dammit Race,” Spot spat, although he didn’t sound angry. “I lost a weeks pay on the strike and you can bet your ass I’d lose another for you.” Spots eyes softened and he placed a hand on Race’s chest gently. “So will you just shut it and rest? I need you to get better and if that means sittin here until you do, I’m gonna do it.”

Spot pressed a quick kiss to Race’s scorching temple before exiting the room. “I’ll be right back.”

Race flopped backwards, trying to work out what had actually just happened. Did Spot really care about him that much? Did he love him?

Before Race could come to a conclusion there was the sound of several pairs of feet pounding upstairs. Race threw his forearm over his eyes in an attempt to block out the noise.

The footsteps paused outside the door to the bunk room and Race peeped out from under his arm to see Albert, Specs, Mush, JoJo, Elmer, Buttons and Finch standing in the doorway.

“YOU'RE FUCKING SPOT CONLON?!” Albert whisper screamed.

Race groaned, of course they had to find out about this now. Damn Spot and his worry about him. “Can we not talk about this right now?” Race sighed.

Although he hadn’t answered the question, per se, he did not deny it, so the boys took this as an invitation to whoop and holler and whistle.

“Alriiiiiiight,” Race drawled, the noise was becoming too much for his headache. “Get out of here you dogs, I don’t need you disturbing my time with Prince Charming.”

Someone - probably Albert - let out one more quiet whistle before the boys descended back down the steps.

Race had almost fallen back asleep when he felt someone brush his hair off his forehead gently. He cracked open his eyes to see Spot sitting next to him holding a bowl of soup. Race gave him a lopsided smile as he sat up.

“Did the boys whoop and hollah at you too?” He asked, graciously accepting the soup from Spot.

Spot laughed. “I guess they think we’re a thing.”

“Are we?” Race asked. They had never quite established what they were. Their relationship didn’t have a label, it just consisted of stolen kisses in alleyways and occasional nights together.

A smile tugged at the corner of Spots mouth. “Antonio Higgins, would you do me the honor of being my boyfriend?”

Race laughed, reaching over to take Spots hand. “I would be honored, Sean Conlon.”

Since the two of them were officially out to the rest of the boys, no one objected to Spot spending the night to take care of Race. However, Race did object because Spot was the king of Brooklyn, and surely he had better things to be doing.

Thankfully, Spot didn’t listen to Race’s protests and spent the night holding his weak boyfriend and comforting him when he woke up from fever dreams.

And, if Spot refused to let Race out of his sight for a week after, well, that was between them.

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[ladywolfmd]

Can you write some arthur/lyanna (friends or more idc 😊)

This is hard and it’s a first but I’ll give it a shot. Thanks nonny! 

                                                    ~ o ~

The North Star  and The Sword of the Morning

Even without asking, he knew where his lady would be at this time when the sun had just set. 

Just a small ways at the back of the Tower of Joy was a wild bushel of blood red roses. Ever since he showed it to her to somehow give her some cheer, this was where she would go when she needed a few moments just to herself. And it was only here that Arthur would get a glimpse of a real smile from the lady he was assigned to guard with his life. 

He passed by Oswell who stood a good distance away, nodding at him to be relieved while he took his usual post at night to guard his prince’s new consort. 

Arthur tried his best to hold his tongue on his prince’s actions, thinking about the Princess Elia and their two children but as Prince Rhaegar had explained to him, There must be one more. And Elia and I… Targaryens have taken two wives before. Elia and I have already spoken after the Tourney. And Lyanna…

He could still remember the night Rhaegar begged him to help him take the Northern girl. He remembered because that was the first time he raised his voice and tried to convince his prince not to do it. But it was Lyanna who had managed to make him agree. He had already failed Queen Rhaella, and to some extent, he had failed Princess Elia. He would not want to add another unwilling woman into the Dragons’ nest. 

Arthur shook off those thoughts because what was done was done. A war was already looming, and there was nothing to do but abide by his duty. 

Besides, there she was. Young still but already becoming more and more the the beautiful and strong woman Rhaegar saw fit to crown as more than just his queen of love and beauty. And now she was round with possibly the second-in-line to the throne once Rhaegar is king. 

“Ah, Ser Arthur. Is that you, I hear?” Lyanna asked without turning, fingering one of the petals. 

“Yes, my princess.” 

She turned then and gave him a frown. “I told you to call me Lyanna.” 

Arthur half-smiled. “A pleasant sundown to you then, Princess Lyanna.” 

Lyanna huffed and rolled her eyes as he chuckled but soon she joined him in laughter, patting the boulder beside her for him to sit on. 

Arthur took off his helm then and placed it on the ground next to his feet and ran a hand over his hair. 

“What news?” Lyanna tilted her head at him while her hands absently stroked her belly. 

“I’m afraid no new ravens have come since the last.”

She looked away then and sighed. “He won’t be here in time, won’t he?”

He looked at her sadly then and nodded once. “I’m sorry.” 

Silence. 

Nothing but the sound of winds rustling over the few trees and plants were heard as the sky transitioned from golden to indigo, bathing them in shades of blue and purple. It was a full moon that night and cloudless, stripping the sky naked to expose the stars. 

Never one to withstand the silence, Lyanna broke it. “It’s a boy.” 

Arthur looked at her then. “How do you know?” 

Lyanna smiled at him then serenely. “When my mother was pregnant with Benjen, she couldn’t stand the scent of leather.” 

“Leather?” 

She nodded,”Leather. It happened with my other brothers too. My father had a hard time of course, dealing with that as he was mostly decked with something leather that he had to improvise and bark at the household to not set so much as a yard between my mother and leather,” she laughed lightly then before frowning a little. “That wasn’t the case with me.” She looked up at him then with her lovely grey almost silver eyes shining. “I on the other hand, was the perfect babe.” She gestured with her hand, “Not a single problem at all.” 

Arthur couldn’t help but smile then. “Until you came out, that is.” 

Lyanna gasped and hit him truly, that it actually hurt his arm a little, yet as he rubbed his arm he kept laughing at her scowl. 

She sniffed and held her chin up yet there was that hint of a smile. “Anyway, though it’s not at the same amount of aversion as my mother, being too near them does make me want to be sick. And that’s how I know.” 

“Hmm…sounds plausible, considering your explanation,” he agreed turning to grin at her when his smile faded when he saw tears. 

“Lyanna–

She wiped her eyes quickly then and tried to give him a wan smile but they poured all the same. 

Word had already found them that Lord Stark and his heir were killed by the Mad King. Robert Baratheon allied with his other brother, Ned were already on the move and it was only a matter of time until they meet with his prince somewhere in Riverrun. 

He knew Lyanna was filled with guilt and sadness, but things were already set in motion. There was nothing to do but wait and face whatever battles to come. Plus she was going to have her babe soon. She had to be strong for the babe. 

He unsheathed Dawn then and held it to her. 

She looked up at him curiously but like the trained hand that she was, she took it with ease and admired it as she balanced it on her knee. 

“You know the story of Dawn?” 

She smiled then. “That only a worthy knight from House Dayne could wield it and be called the Sword of the Morning. There’s no need to gloat, Arthur.”

He chuckled. “Yes. But do you know the story behind that title as well as the name of the sword?”

She nodded at him proudly. “A falling star was tracked on the Torrentine by your house’s founder and from then, Starfall was built and there a stone that had no equal, was forged into this sword that rivaled that of the finest valyrian blade.” 

He nodded then. “You know our history well.” 

She beamed. 

“I know a thing or two about the North as well.”

She tilted her head as she gave him back his sword. “Oh?” 

He looked up the sky until he found it then and pointed. “There. How did it go? Chase the blue star in the rider’s eye and there you’ll see the Ice Dragon in the sky.”

He glanced at her and saw her looking up with her mouth slightly open but now the tears were gone so he smiled and looked back up. 

“If I’m right–now please correct me if I’m not, but if you ever find yourself lost, I was told that if you want to head South, follow the dragon’s tail. But if you want to head North–”

“–you follow the Ice dragon’s blue eye - the North Star,” she finished for him. 

“So in a way, my princess. You may be in the Southern lands, but whenever you feel lost, you can always go out at night and look for the North Star. The North won’t ever be lost for as long as you can see it.”

Silence for a beat and it was Arthur who broke it this time when he turned and saw Lyanna’s eyes glistening with tears once more as she looked at him. Really looked at him with those eyes of hers. 

Still she didn’t say a word so he tentatively reached out, wiped her tears, and held her cheek. 

“You may feel like you’re less of a Stark right now but that is false, Lyanna. Not when half a wolf grows in you and though your boy might grow up in the Dragon’s den, take him by the hand at night and show him that with your blood he could be the Ice Dragon. Which are far larger and stronger than Valyrian fire dragons.” 

She smiled softly and gratefully at him then, giving him a soft nod that made him smile back. With one last brush of his thumb against her cheek, he withdrew his hand from her face and gripped her hand in his instead. 

“He is as much yours as he is his. And more importantly, he is as much the North’s as he is the other kingdom’s.” 

He reached behind her then and plucked one of the roses growing from the wall behind her and handed it to her. “On a lighter note,” he cleared his throat. “It’s not your winter rose, but here in the night, what is red could be blue.” 

Lyanna cracked a smile then and laughed as she took it from him and looked at him gratefully, giving his hand a squeeze. 

Send me a pairing + an AU setting and I’ll write short fic. 

[cancer-sun]

music shuffle tag

rules: shuffle your music, write down the first nine songs (along with your fave lyrics)

im sorry this is late ;; but thank you for tagging me @dorkycancerian​!! <33 I tag @shark-knight​ @dewlemons​ @mcfuck-me-up​ and who ever wants to idc

I’m Not your Toy - La Roux first 9 lyrics - Love, love is like a stubborn youth That you'd rather just annoy I'm walking on a broken roof While I'm looking at the sky It's all false love and affection You don't like me you just want the attention [repeat 2x] I'm not your toy This isn't another girl meets boy [repeat 2x] favorite lyric - It's all false love and affection You don't like me you just want the attention

Good Morning Baltimore - Hairspray first 9 lyrics - Oh, oh, oh woke up today feeling the way I always do Oh, oh, oh hungry for something that I can't eat Then I hear that beatThe rhythm of town starts calling me down It's like a message from high above Oh, oh, oh pulling me out to the smiles and the Streets that I loveGood morning Baltimore favorite lyric - There's the flasher who lives next door There's the bum on his bar room stool They wish me luck on my way to school

Stand by Me - Prince Royce first 9 lyrics - When the night has come and the land is dark Y la luna es la luz que brilla ante mí Miedo no, no tendré, oh I won't, me asustaré Just as long as you stand, stand by me And darling, darling, stand, by me, oh, stand by me Oh stand, junto a mí, junto a mí. Y aunque las montañas o el cielo caiga No voy a preocuparme porque favorite lyric - I won't shed a tear Porque sé que tú estás junto a mí.

If I were a Boy - Beyonce first 9 lyrics - If I were a boy Even just for a day I'd roll outta bed in the morning And throw on what I wanted and go Drink beer with the guys And chase after girls I'd kick it with who I wanted And I'd never get confronted for it Cause they'd stick up for me favorite lyric - I’d listen to her 'Cause I know how it hurts When you lose the one you wanted (wanted) 'Cause he’s taken you for granted (granted) And everything you had got destroyed

Undercover Martyn - Two Door Cinema Club first 9 lyrics - And she spoke words that would melt in your hands And she spoke words of wisdom To the basement people, to the basement Many surprises await you In the basement, people, in the basement You hid there last time, you know we're gonna find you Sick in the car seat, cause you're not up to going Out on the main streets, completing your mission You hid there last time, you know we're gonna find you favorite lyric - And she spoke words that would melt in your hands And she spoke words of wisdom

Who is in Your Heart Now? - Studio Killer first 9 lyrics - Ooh, Ooh yeah! Ooh, Ooh yeah! Have you ever heard a callin' But you don't know where the sound is coming from Some times love, is talking in a whisper Do you ever feel like falling For some one you never though of falling for? But without him Though you move, you're getting nowhere favorite lyric - Have you ever found something That you didn't even know you were looking for? An answer Though you didn't hear the question

The Calendar - Panic! At the Disco first 9 lyrics - It's said, "If you don't let it out You're gonna let it eat you away." I'd rather be a cannibal, baby Animals like me don't talk anyway Feel like an ambulance Chaser of faith Pray I could replace her Forget the way her tears taste Oh, the way her tears taste favorite lyric - The world may call it a second chance But when I came back it was more of a relapse Anticipation's on the other line And obsession called while you were out Yeah, it called while you were out

King - Years and Years first nine lyrics - I caught you watching me under the light Can I realign? They say it's easy to leave you behind I don't want to try Cut cover, take that test Hold courage to your chest Don't wanna wait for you Don't wanna have to lose All that I compromised to feel another high I've got to keep it down tonight favorite lyrics - I had to break myself to carry on No longer, no admission Take this from me tonight

Collar Full - Panic! At the Disco first nine lyrics - We've waited so damn long, we're sick and tired I won't leave any doubt or stone unturned I've got a collar full of chemistry from your company So maybe tonight I'll be the libertine Oh show me your love, (your love), your love, (your love) Gimme more but it's not enough (your love) Show me your love, (your love), your love, (your love) Before the world catches up (your love) favorite lyric - You've got it all worked out with so little time Memories that I'd blackout if you were mine You've got a pocket full of reasons why you're here tonight So, baby, tonight just be the death of me