#im not really a fandom person. theres a lot of parts that annoy me easily and so i try to keep my distance

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Maybe 18 and 19 for the ask game?

18. what’s your favourite thing about the fandom?

the creativity, probably. theres so many artistic projects going on they are all very lovely. it feels very focused on the art, which makes it easier for me to draw a little something almost daily. very hyper and useful for me personally ...

19. favourite hermit design? (whether yours or someone else’s)

i love all my designs ... thats why i draw them. that being said i am most happy with my barn owl grian and dungeon master tango. probably favourites of mine. Generally i like more animalistic features... so very avian grians (but not parrot wings), monsterous cleos, half moon pearls... fully furry zedaph and doc too i think they are very fun. i like when people try their best to make etho look less like kakashi and more like a person who used to cosplay kakashi and later re-puroposed their clothes, but i do find 1:1 kakashi etho fanarts very very fun. i also like when people horror-ify hermits a little

as for everyone elses... i dont know if aus count? ill pretend they do. i really like stiffycks vodnik scar. and the way applestruda draws mumbo and screachogreilige draws grian. all cultural/folk inspired designs drawn ever (make me feel very happy).

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talk abt the ajin(?) guy in the picture u keep posting. go

ipost two different pics ill do both of them yaaay lalalalala

favorite thing: for kei i really really like his personality. overall hes pretty like umm idk how to word it but out of touch with other people emotionally and hes aware of it (want to say so many things but shy..) but its not like hes genuinely cold or heartless even if he tries to come across as that (ex: saving a guy then trying to reason his actions as "well hes an ajin supporter and the more support we have the better" but he was seriously just spitballing that) but even with this hes very decisive like he can make decisions that goes against other peoples morals which makes me like his and this other character named kou's relationship

least favorite: fun little thing first but first time i watched ajin i hated kei for his personality which i find funny now but i completely mischaracterized him. anyways i also dislike that part of personality like the part i just said i liked LOL but only at certain moments only cus im just like "aww😢" but actual thing i really dislike is how easily he can just sacrifice his body parts like he goes thru a lot of painful shit but still hes basically reacts like "oh well just another tuesday". im sure theres other things i dislike about him but i cant think rn .. but im in the middle of an ajin reread so

annoying fandom thing: they completely mischaracterize him😭😭 like either a cold hearted bastard or i guess kinda uwu baby did nothing wrong🥺 also at some points kaikei like idk ... people can be weird about it

favorite thing: yayayaya lalalalalal kaito my fav i love him. i loooove how he will help anyone that he sees that needs help like people he considers friends (tho most if not all abandon him LOL) but like later on in the chapters i think somewhere in the 60s ? it shows us his little thought bubbles which is just thinking helping other is a pain or annoying. yasssss i love all the action =/= thought process going on but im pretty sure he does all of that cus hes lonely or something. well it doesnt directly say that but thats what im assuming. he protects or help people just for the sake of it he doesnt expect a reward or anything

least favorite: not enough of him in the mang😔😔 and also i think hes pretty self sacrificial. i just want him to live for himself instead of for others 😭‼ also no merch for him besides my favorite picture i love to post

annoying famdom thing: a few words. weird yaoi freaks. well i dont think they ARE but they feel like it like on the bonderline if they already arent. sometimes people focus wayyy too much on kaikei like in a weird way. also this one is just petty little thing well annoying fandom thing is just petty things but anyways i hate when people mischaracterize my favorites only i can do that😒😒😒

ok yaaaaay thamk u for saying the ajin boys

i like complaining about kaikei but theyre kinda real. boy besties if you will

[wolfqueen-is-here]

Kisses Remembered, Kisses Forgotten (Jonsa Secret Santa 2018)

Dearest @moonchildslife, I am so sorry for my delay, Christmas was crazier than I expected, and I didn’t finish my gift on time. But it is here now, and I hope you don’t find it too terrible ;). I wish you a wonderful year with Jonsa becoming canon in April and our fandom wishes coming true. Be happy, be healthy, be yourself! <3

Many thanks to @jonsasecretsanta2018 who made all of this happen, you truly are amazing!

  A/N Don’t be alarmed by a brief mention of the Hound. I promise you, it has nothing to do with SanSan in any way except mentioning The Un-Kiss. Book!canon, but mostly show!canon, can be interpreted both as a filler and an AU. 2300 words

  Kisses Remembered, Kisses Forgotten

Every now and then Sansa remembers, even though she has tried so hard to leave the past behind. The Hound was rough and scary, but the kiss that he took left a lingering taste on her lips—it was as soft as snow, almost familiar, she’s caught herself missing the shy affection that came with the kiss, a wary touch so vulnerable it felt almost childish. She remembers the kiss that he took. The only thing she doesn’t remember is him taking it.

Every night feels longer and darker than the former ones. It isn’t until she jumps from Winterfell walls that she remembers how to feel warm again, but the road north is as cold as ice and covered in snow. “His lips felt warm”, she thinks as she runs towards her freedom. “The kiss that he took, it felt warm.”

There are times when she is almost certain that she gave it willingly.

 —

“You look cold,” Jon says after staring at her in silence for a good half an hour. It would annoy her beyond reason, were it anyone else, anyone less trustworthy, anyone less… Jon, but coming from him it’s almost flattering. No one has ever cared for her so since she’d lost Father. Not once until this very moment has she felt safe since then.

“I’m okay,” she smiles. His unblinking eyes refuse to leave hers even for a second as if she’d vanish otherwise. Sansa leans towards him and strokes the inside of his palm with her thumb. It’s the most innocent of caresses, but it makes Jon stiffen and finally lower his head. She misses the stare instantly. “I’m okay, Jon.”

She tastes his name on her tongue. It feels rough—when was the last time she used it? —but sweeter than all the cake she’s ever had. She wants to swallow it, possess it, make it hers. “Jon,” she muses. “Jon. My Jon.”

If it’s something more primal than sisterly affection, she doesn’t recognise it in time. It may occur to her later, but it will be too late.

 —

The first night that she spends at Castle Black is a sleepless one. The shadows are long when she paces aimlessly around the room, too exhausted to fall asleep, too cold to lie still. Knocking at the door alerts her at first—she’s not used to feeling safe yet—she whispers: “Who’s there?” so quietly as if she were hoping nobody would answer.

“It’s me,” Jon says.

She lets him in.

“Do you have everything that you need?” he asks, looking at her with a strange longing.

Had it been more fitting, she’d say: “I have you,” but in their current situation she’d stumble over the words for certain. Instead, she just invites him to stay—just sit next to her and not talk until the sun rises and the shadows go back under her bed. They repeat it every night after that, it seems to comfort both of them.

 —

Jon’s eyes follow Sansa as he tries to find something—anything—that would remind him of a little girl she used to be. Her skirts dance when she rocks her hips, walking around Castle Black like she’d lived here all her life. He wants to avert his gaze but finds it impossible. She’s grown so tall, so slender—so beautiful.

“She’s your sister,” he thinks angrily, hiding his face in his hands. “You are not allowed to look at her like that.”

There were times, many lives ago, when they were only children. Sansa’s hair was more orange than auburn, Jon’s face—smooth, not a trace of beard or scars on it. They both called lord Eddard Stark their father. They both walked around holding Robb’s hand. They both watched Bran fall asleep while they were singing lullabies. Both, yes, but not—together.

When he tries to think about their lives before everything happened, before he went north and she went south, he keeps coming back to that one particular memory. And he’s not allowed to remember it. Not ever.

“She’s your sister,” he thinks, but as her lips move while she’s telling him another story, he watches. The redness of them almost provocative, they look like she’s been biting them for the past few hours. It’s a mesmerising set of colours: her lips with a raspberry tint, screaming to be tasted, licked, devoured; her eyes, deep blue almost exactly like the ones that used to follow him with disdain when he was nothing more than a bastard boy, but there’s no disdain in Sansa’s eyes, only hope. Her fair complexion contrasts with the dark streaks of her auburn hair, almost brown in the dimly lit room. Jon quashes the need to cup Sansa’s cheek and stroke it with his fingers, to check if her soft, unwavering beauty isn’t only a product of his hallucinations. He wouldn’t dare.

 —

Sansa enters the dining room when there’s barely anyone left. A few wildlings share a horn of ale, laughing. There’s also Edd sitting in the furthest, darkest corner, and he looks really down—Edd always looks down, that’s an inherent part of his personality, “The defining part”, Tormund insists, but Sansa doesn’t care, because Edd, albeit rather shy, is kind and caring, and that’s more than she could expect from a stranger. The wildlings terrify her still, she doesn’t know their customs, they’re far too loud and bold for her taste, so she chooses to cross the room and take a sit in front of Edd.

They don’t talk, there’s no need for it. Sansa eats her soup, wondering whether Jon has already eaten, and Edd just keeps staring at the ceiling. Weirdly, his silent presence comforts Sansa more than any words could.

When everybody leaves, Sansa reaches for Edd’s half-empty horn and moves her hand up and down its uneven surface. It’s become apparent these past few days that sleep refuses to come easily for her at Castle Black, and when she finally drifts off after hours of rolling over from side to side, her dreams are filled with memories—but are they real? Are they hers?

She doesn’t think about the Hound that often. He’s been a big part of her life when she was a prisoner in King’s Landing, but her fascination with his tragic story faded and went by long ago. She cannot remember his face anymore, only the scars, she doesn’t even know if she’d be glad to see him again. The memories of him and the torments from the Lannisters became too inseparable in her mind, and that’s why she doesn’t want to think of him or imagine their meeting.

Not now. Not ever.

Then why is her brain so set on bringing back the memory of the kiss? She can feel a sweet breath on her chin every morning when she wakes up from her blurry dreams—why is it sweet? Wasn’t the Hound monumentally drunk that night?—she can taste it, again and again. Her first kiss, that one thing she knows for sure. She’d gotten a few pecks from Joffrey, yes, they should probably count as first, but somehow it doesn’t feel right.

She closes her eyes and clasps her hands around the horn.

“I thought you weren’t fond of our ale,” Jon says, suddenly very close—how did he get so close without Sansa hearing his steps? Did she black out again?

“I heard it helps to forget.”

“It does,” his voice sounds worried, “for a while. It doesn’t make your past go away.”

Sansa raises her head and their eyes lock immediately as if they’re a couple of lovers always on a mission to find each other.

“For a while,” she repeats. “Sounds better than never.”

The ale tastes much worse than she remembered it—it’s bitter and stale, and reeks of old, damp barrels—but her lips don’t leave the edge of the horn until it’s empty. Jon’s eyes move to her throat as she swallows and stay there even after she’s finished.

At first, she doesn’t think anything’s changed—the same emptiness fills her, the same desperation—but minutes pass as they sit opposite one another in silence, and her head finally starts to feel both lighter and heavier, her thoughts stir inside her brain, but never fully form. It’s a bliss. It’s a curse.

She sits in the middle of a meadow, it’s late summer. The winds got chilly but she’s got a blanket around her arms. She’s knitted it herself. She’s content. She’s happy. She’s Queen Naerys Targaryen.

“Are you alright? That’s quite a lot of ale you just inhaled,” Jon murmurs, gently touching her arm. Sansa looks up and smiles at him.

“I’ll be fine,” she answers. “I’ll be fine, Jon. You can go to sleep, you look tired.”

He laughs hoarsely and it makes Sansa’s belly tighten.

“Not until I see you safely tucked under your furs.”

He approaches her with his back straight and a sword at his side. Where did he get that sword, she thinks briefly but continues to look at his beaming face.

“I’ve come to rescue you, my Queen.”

“You can’t, my love,” she says, remembering to dress her face in the deepest, most regal shade of sadness. “We’re bound to our fate forever. You’ve made your vows, as I have made mine.”

He kneels before her. He’s brave, he’s gentle, he’s strong. He’s Prince Aemon the Dragonknight.

Sansa tries to stand up all too quickly, her head spins violently and she has to hold on to the table to avoid falling. She can barely feel her legs and her arms—how strong was that ale?—but the burning hotness of Jon’s hand on her lower back, oh, that she feels.

“Careful,” he says, pulling her closer and throwing her arm around his neck. “You’re still much too weak to start drinking so heavily. Don’t let go, alright? I’m going to walk you to your chambers now.”

And he proceeds to do just that.

When Sansa lies in bed feeling truly sleepy for the first time since she’s reached Castle Black on her dying horse, she suddenly remembers everything.

His face is just inches away. He’s wearing his hair pulled tightly in the back like a true adult, but he’s been playing with swords all day and a few strands have escaped the knot, hanging loosely around his face. She feels the urge to curl one of them around her finger but before she decides to make a move, he leans in and kisses her on the lips.

It surprises her—the lightness of it as much as the act itself. “It’s not wrong as long as I’m Queen Naerys and he’s Prince Aemon,” she tells herself as she involuntarily moves closer and exhales into his warm mouth. His fingers wander up and down her sleeve, curious but never inappropriate. The kiss doesn’t last long, a few heartbeats maybe, but before it’s finished, she can hear him whisper: “Sansa.”

And instantly he’s Jon again, and she’s Sansa. And they’ve done something unforgivable.

 —

Jon’s almost asleep when he hears banging at his door. He jumps out of bed and rushes to open it only to find a breathless Sansa on the other side. Her eyes are wide, and she looks absolutely terrified. If she’s still a bit in her cups, it doesn’t show.

“What happened?” he asks.

She’s shivering. He wants to put his hand on her arm but she jumps away.

“You kissed me,” she hisses, her tone accusatory.

Jon blinks. Not that he hasn’t thought of it, because of course he has. He won’t admit it to anyone but though he tried extremely hard to see his long-lost sister in the beauty that has brought him back to life, he failed miserably. The truth is—she was never a sister to him, not even before they parted ways.

“I assure you,” he answers quietly, “I did not. I didn’t even enter your chambers, I asked lady Brienne to help.”

“Not tonight,” Sansa sighs and Jon realises she’s standing before him barefoot, dressed only in some old sleeping gown, but somehow she’s never looked more queenly with her demanding expression and fiery glare. “When we were children. A few months before we left Winterfell. We played… we played, and you…”

And he kissed her.

He kissed her and he never regretted it once until she came to him, crying, and ordered him to forget it ever happened. He didn’t want to, it was too precious a memory, but he obliged. For Sansa.

“I thought we weren’t speaking of it,” he whispers carefully.

She was really shook when she came to him that day, he never wanted to see Sansa cry, and to be the reason for her despair—it was too much for him to bear.

“We aren’t. I just… I forgot.”

“You forgot?” he asks, feeling hurt. It was his only kiss before Ygritte and he wasn’t even allowed to savour that memory. How could she have forgotten?

“I’m sorry,” she says. “What we did… it was wrong. I didn’t… I couldn’t… I think I repressed it. I made myself believe it happened with someone else.” She lowers her head and he’s afraid to spook her by asking who that person was, but he’s certain it will haunt him forever. Was it Joffrey? Gods, he hopes it wasn’t him. Jon couldn’t bear it. Sansa makes a strangled noise at the back of her throat. “But I remember now.”

He doesn’t know what more to say, but Sansa doesn’t seem to expect any kind of explanation. It happened. It shouldn’t have, but it did. And it changed things between them.

Sansa finally dares to look at him. Her lips are parted, ready as they were in that meadow years ago. He doesn’t take advantage of her vulnerability. When they win back Winterfell, when the war is over—she will come to him of her own volition.

And he will have that second kiss, gods be damned.

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hey marjorie u should answer all of the identity asks, please

YOU GOT IT

have you ever found a writer who thinks just like you? if so, who?not really! thats why i do it myself i guess

list your fandoms and one character from each that you identify with.no offense but uhhhmmmm i kin heavily with tyl*r Jos*ph. thats what this question sounds like skgjfsklgjslkhj BUT I DO ACTUALLY RELATE TO HIM A LOT on the real hes genuinely the only person or character to come to mind 

do you like your name?  is there another name you think would fit you better?actually yes! i love my name i didnt used to but. i do now its very pretty and unique

do you think of yourself as a human being or a human doing? do you identify yourself by the things you do?this. is a hard question i really dont know how to answer this

are you religious/spiritual?im not at that point in Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs but i am more now than i was before thats for sure

do you care about your ethnicity?no im white. irish and british white. ireland is cool but like who cares

what musical artists have you most felt connected to over your lifetime? A CHRONOLOGICAL LIST OF THE MOST INFLUENTIAL MUSIC OF MY LIFE (all of my absolute faves at some point):

evanescence

paramore/fall out boy/my chemical romance/panic! at the disco

the gazette

shinee

exo

infinite

marina and the diamonds

florence + the machine

the neighbourhood

twenty one pilots (not to be dramatic but i’ve never connected to a musical artist in more ways than i have with them)

are you an artist?yes. that was weird to say but yes i think so! i write and i do embroidery and i sew and draw and create all kinds of things so i think that would make me an artist!do you have a creed?thou shalt not ……………..be mean just to be mean

describe your ideal day date.That’s a tough one. I’d have to say April 25th. Because it’s not too hot, not too cold; all you need is a light jacket!

dog person or cat person?dog person but dont let that fool you…………i love me a good cat but i just love dogs very very much me having a dog is essential to my health

inside or outdoors?inside hoe i never go out!!!!!!! i enjoy the outdoors but ive never been outdoorsy

are you a musician?not currently but are we still starting a band??

five most influential books over your lifetime.the great gatsby, the no.6 novels, that disney channel star fanfiction video series i watched that inspired me to write zanessa fics at the tender age of 8, I LEFT THIS ONE UNFINISHED UUUUUUUUUUUUUH i dont know. the. dictionary. the guide to the legend of zelda twilight princess for the wii

if you’d grown up in a different environment, do you think you’d have turned out the same?no way! i would be similar for sure but the way you are is a combination of both nature and nurture nobody is immune to the environment they grew up in you would obviously be different if you were raised differently/in a different time/place

would you say your tumblr is a fair representation of the “real you”?for the most part yes!! im my most genuine self i can be but of course theres gonna be some things about myself that are different in person. that goes with everyone im sure. but i think if my willingness to fill out these entire questionnares says anything about me then im pretty open about who i am/what i think/who i think i am and all that!!which Harry Potter house would you be in? or are you a muggle?im a ravenclaw!!!! im a witch!!!!!!!!!!!!

do you love easily?i can become acquainted with people very easily but making real connections isnt as easy! but i think the answer would still be yes. like i can say with 100% confidence that i love you and all my friends and my family and my dog and like. josh and tyler. and i loved all of you like very quickly not like within minutes but like it really took no time. i have a lot of love. i havent Romantically loved anyone that isnt one sided but i think that also happens pretty fast

how often would you want to see your family every year?this is a bad question because i dont know i see them all the time and on wednesday im gonna be away at school and i wont see them ever

have you ever felt like you had a “mind-meld” with someone?i had to look this up but ive never touched anyone and telepathically communicated with them no but uh i HAVE sent the EXACT SAME MESSAGE/made the EXACT SAME JOKE at the EXACT SAME TIME as a few of my friends on multiple occasions like the kind of event that makes u literally scream

could you live as a hermit?no im not short enough

how would you describe your gender/sexuality?im a bi cis girl! the way i describe being bi is more of the “new” definition (being attracted to 2 or more genders) which some ppl argue that thats pan but pan is under the bi umbrella anyway and i feel like the pan label is too wide for me. i dunno. and i’ve had questions about my gender before but im comfortable the way i am and i dont find my gender identity too restrictive cuz gender is a myth anyway (doesnt that sound ridiculous next to my description of my sexuality what the fuck)

on a scale from 1 to 10, how hard is it for someone to get under your skin?um. like. 3 honestly i get annoyed pretty easily sdkgjskg but NOT TO WORRY!!!!! if you were annoying me you’d know. moreso in person than here but really dont worry about it i almost didnt wanna answer this truthfully sjkdgjskgpick one of your favorite quotes.anyone from anywhere can do anything (and this is that. thank you)