#jonquil goode

[athena-xox]

Gigi and Apple sound too similar I can’t unhear it

[rockabyedaisy]

I’m watching Monster High: 13 Wishes and everytime Gigi opens her mouth, I am constantly reminded of her and Apple having the same actress. It keeps tripping me out in the best way.

[radargrind2091]

Patter Peacock & Flap

-Enchantimals (c) Mattel and Kickstart Entertainment

[dandylyn]

my two special girls (rook and inquisitor)

[artifeast]

what a romantic night :3c

bonus doodle under the cut (with lots of scribbly not-detailed blood):

[coldraindropsss]

jonquil darke the scarlet shadow good queen alysanne

[visenyaism]

jaehaerys administration dashboard simulator

🫧maidenpooled Follow

listen i know all kingsguard are bastards but jonquil darke put a cigarette out on me. i think i huave shivers

♟️redwhine

ok bootlicker. you know what she did

🫧maidenpooled Follow

boots not the only thing id lick

🌸queencrowned Follow

this could literally be me and my brother if it weren't for my bitch mom trying to send me to the other side of the fucking continent

🍒saerious

GIRL STAND UP

🤎bowlofbrown

doctrine of exceptionalism meatriders when someone asks them why 75% of dragonstone is blonde and me and half of flea bottom have gleaming amethyst eyes and/or beautiful delicate cheekbones

🥀maegorwife Follow

that's different...targaryens are literally divinely ordained by the seven to rule because they're stronger and better than us...that's why they have the dragons it is in their sanctified valyrian blood

🩸knifeinthedark

SO TRUE...THEY WANT TO ABOLISH THE RIGHT TO FIRST NIGHT BECAUSE OF WOKE. AND YET THEY STILL DO IT. BUT NO ONE CAN SAY ANYTHING ANYMORE OR THOSE GENDER-NEUTRAL DRAGONS WILL BURN YOUR KEEP DOWN

🤎bowlofbrown

cannot stand this fucking website. spending my last silver stag on tyroshi blue hair dye im not going to be associated with you people.

🍒saerious

oh so when maegor has seven wives he’s “aegon’s true son” and “cool” but when i have three boyfriends suddenly im a “whore”

🫀lustywench Follow

op i support you but they did call him “the cruel” for that it was a very important part of the story that he was in fact maegor “the cruel”

🌟sevenpointedstar

🌗maidensgrace

doing all of this with a FAITH OF THE SEVEN URL...girl you better pick a hell and start hoping

#bring back the faith militant

❄️theythemderly

hey isn’t it weird that so many of the king’s children have suddenly and mysteriously died lately. under the care of the maesters. what if they’re planning something…,

🕯️glasscandled

ugh i wish🙄 speed that shit up fr

🥵ullerscorpion

likes charge reblog cast

😈themarcherrrrrr-deactivated5699

me when im in a being dead combination and my opponents are jaehaerys' whole army of childraeyn of the corn

🙌fleabottomtop

yoooooooo theyre quarrelling again.

🙌fleabottomtop

alysanne targaryen if you're reading this i could change your life just give me one chance let me hit

🙌fleabottomtop

there are gold cloaks outside of my house

⚔️errantmaid Follow

kingsguard dick is good as fuck when you don't have a motherfucker in your ear saying it violates a sacred vow made in the eyes of the king and the seven😜

⚔️errantmaid Follow

the king chopped it off and sent him to the wall i fucking hate this place can't have SHIT in king's landing

🏵️floriansjonquil

hey has anyone seen princess gael. it's been literal months and she seems to have up and disappeared with no official announcement from the palace? would be the third female relative to go missing in the king's custody after aerea and saera....

🐝beeeeeeeeeeeeesbury Follow

damn that's crazy. im sure shes fine though anyways i'm a big fan of this new road the king built theres a lot of nice new roads does anyone else like the roads

🐦‍⬛cloakedinfeathers Follow

day 18262 of not fighting the brackens. this is boring as fuckkkkk what am i supposed to do. pretend to care about the triarchy?

🐎brackennation

kill yourself

🐦‍⬛cloakedinfeathers Follow

192.158.1.38. doxxed. get your dumbfuck horse breeder knights ready because our strongest and noblest raven warriors are on the way to your nasty ass keep right now bitch

[raventreehall]

a storm of swords dash simulator

🍋ladyjonquil Follow

i don't want to reveal too much but i had a really great day today hawking and riding and received some really exciting news (and maybe a potential marriage offer!) wow wow wow!!! haven't felt like this in so long 🥰

🤡florianthefool Follow

i'm so happy for you my jonquil

🐦littlefinger Follow

thanks for sharing my lady

🏹kissedbyfire Follow

PISSED OFF AT MY BF RN 🤬🤬🤬 NEVER TRUST A SOUTHERNER AND ESPECIALLY NEVER TRUST A CROW!!!!!!!

👸🏼daenerys-targaryen-tracker Follow

🐎raeqqo Follow

by the law of the dothraki she must return to vaes dothrak to take her place alongside the crones of the dosh khaleen. it is known.

🐉3heads Follow

shut up and go sack a defenseless city or something

🍁weirwoodzz Follow

hey do you guys remember when theon greyjoy took winterfell last year and killed the stark boys? has anyone heard anything else about that? feel like it kind of just disappeared from the news cycle, what happened to greyjoy?

🪓cerwynnation Follow

lord bolton's bastard killed him

🍁weirwoodzz Follow

oh really? wow. kind of extreme but deserved i guess

💗ramsays-sharpest-blade Follow

Ramsay isn't a bastard, King Joffrey legitimized him two months ago and Lord Roose is going to make him castellan of the Dreadfort soon. He loves his son and trusts his abilities. Plus, Ramsay is being awarded for his efforts in saving Winterfell and putting a stop to the ironborn raids in the North by being betrothed to Arya Stark—would a bastard be granted that honor? I don't think so.

Also, Theon isn't dead, Ramsay is (rightfully) flaying him for his crimes in the dungeons beneath the Dreadfort. Gods, I'd love to see Ramsay thrust the knife under his skin!!!!! 😜

#ramsay bolton #house bolton #our blades are sharp #theon greyjoy

🐐the-goat Follow

i'm boutta come into thome real money real thoon 😈 💎💎💎💎💯

🏰freygirl73 Follow

ughhhh my sister is getting married tmrw and my brothers keep going on about getting revenge on king robb while he's here for the feast... like i just wanted some food :/// iswtg that's the only good thing about my siblings weddings and now they're saying there won't even be any and i'm gonna have to go into hiding before the bedding ceremony or something. why can't my family just be NORMAL

🐟greenfork Follow

TW: Red Wedding, death, violence

A masterpost on what happened at the Twins and what it means for the Northern independence cause, the War of the Five Kings, and the realm in general.

Also a bunch of links on how you can help people affected in the Riverlands.

Keep Reading

🍵bowlobrown Follow

HELL YEAH BROTHER 🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀

🔥heatofdorne Follow

i wanna ***** ********* on ellaria sand's **** and *** ****** then call in oberyn and ***** **** them both until **** *****

🤎pate7534 Follow

🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀

🌊onthesunsetsea Follow

why are there so many crabs on my dash rn

🐺direwolfing Follow

TYWIN LANNISTER IS DEAD 🦀🦀🦀🦀

💙cassssanna Follow

actually i think it's still for king joffrey

🦁lann1sporter Follow

lol i thought it was for robb stark

🥂arborgold Follow

maybe it's for the mountain?

⬛️ freezingmyarseoffonthewall Follow

DOLOROUS EDD LORD COMMANDER 300 AC

⬛️ freezingmyarseoffonthewall Follow

DOLOROUS EDD WILL LEAD US TO VICTORY AGAINST THE OTHERS

🕊️ just-a-humble-sparrow Follow

mother have mercy i was walking by the great sept of baelor (i wanted to pay my respects to our blessed king joffrey) but i was blocked by a knight of the kingsguard—i believe it was one of the kettleblacks, unfortunately i always forget which one has been elevated to the kingsguard—because the queen was keeping vigil over her son, so i prayed outside instead. yet only a few minutes passed when i swear i saw the kingslayer arrive (he seemed to be missing a hand!) and enter. then, and this is the most disturbing part, i swear to the father that i heard noises of fornication coming from inside! i know for a fact that the only other person inside was the queen mother. could the rumors be true? i feel dirty even writing this. i wonder if i should tell my septon.

❤️‍🔥stannis-sweep Follow

stannis has literally been telling y'all and you didn't listen 🙄

🏳️ bannerless Follow

is it just me or is lady stoneheart kinda 👀

[bottledupcomic]

In honor of Mario Wonder, I themed my annual "Jonquil hanging out with video game plants" after Piranha Plants! So many different variations!

Did some weird things with shading and lighting this one. Good practice.

[chemtrailsoverthesun]

A thread of parallels between Elia Martell and Sansa Stark:

1. Elia is the older sister to Oberyn. Sansa is the eldest stark sister.

Art by Melrosing

2. They are both described as gentle.

"Princess Elia was a good woman, Your Grace. She was kind and clever, with a gentle heart and a sweet wit.” - Daenerys

“Was there ever a wedding less joyful? she wondered until she remembered her poor Sansa and her marriage to the Imp. Mother take mercy on her. She has a gentle soul.” - Catelyn

Art by elvishness & vesubia-jugorum

3. Both were excited to leave their home.

"Elia found it all exciting. She was of that age, and her delicate health had never permitted her much travel.” - Tyrion

“She had last seen snow the day she'd left Winterfell… off to see the great wide world.” - Sansa

Art by the-lady-rae

4. Both were betrothed to the crown prince.

“Early in the year 279 AC, Rhaegar Targaryen, Prince of Dragonstone, was formally betrothed to Princess Elia Martell” - TWOIAF

“She had to wed Joffrey, they were betrothed, he was promised to her, she had even dreamed about it.” - Sansa

Art by amaati

5. Elia and Sansa were both held as hostages by Mad kings.

“The king reminded Lewyn Martell gracelessly that he held Elia and sent him to take command of the ten thousand Dornishmen coming up the kingsroad.” - Jaime

“They have Sansa hostage, and they mean to keep her." - Catelyn

6. Cersei blames them both for taking someone from her- Rhaegar and Joffrey.

“It had to have been the madness that led Aerys to refuse Lord Tywin's daughter and take his son instead, whilst marrying his own son to a feeble Dornish princess with black eyes and a flat chest.” -Cersei

"I most certainly have not forgotten that little she-wolf…She helped murder my son.” - Cersei

7. Elia and Sansa witnessed the death of a family member in front of them, both pleaded for their loved one to be spared.

“Princess Elia of Dorne pleading for mercy as Rhaegar's heir was ripped from her breast and murdered before her eyes.” - Daenerys

“Lady Sansa has begged mercy for her father." - Arya

8. Both were romantics.

“A pretty lad, and my sister was half in love with him.” - Tyrion

“I love him, Father, I truly do, I love him as much as Queen Naerys loved Prince Aemon the Dragonknight, as much as Jonquil loved Ser Florian.” - Sansa

Art by the-lady-rae

9. Victims of the Lannisters.

“Some said it had been Gregor who'd dashed the skull of the infant prince Aegon Targaryen against a wall, and whispered that afterward he had raped the mother, the Dornish princess Elia, before putting her to the sword.” - Tyrion

“When I displease him, he has the Kingsguard beat me. He's evil and cruel, my lady, it's so. And the queen as well." - Sansa

Art by amaati

Conclusion: Both deserved better

Art by Elia illustration

[sl-vega]

⋆˚✿˖° BLOSSOMING LOVE

pairings: Bachira Meguru, Isagi Yoichi x [GN!] Reader

genre: headcanon/drabbles, imagines, fluff, can be read as canon compliant/pre-bluelock au or school/no bluelock au

synopsis: flowers that the bluelock boys would give you at different stages in your relationship

CW/additional tags: mild language, potentially ooc, potential inaccuracies with flower language, might make a second part with different characters if people want it.

BACHIRA MEGURU

˚୨୧⋆｡ STAGE ONE; PUPPY LOVE

╰┈➤ flower of choice: ❀ DAFFODILS

daffodils are bright and sunny, just like the strange boy who seemed to develop an affinity towards you

"don't they remind you of me?" :D

Is what he'd probably say with the brightest smile on his face as he'd eagerly hand them to you

Bachira would probably hand them to you on the daily, sometimes he'd freshly pick them on his way to school, and while they were impulsive gifts, that doesn't mean he doesn't put effort into making them presentable

he'll usually add a matching pastel yellow ribbon to them, sometimes borrowing his mother's art supplies to fancy them up

You always thought the boy was rather...

peculiar, to say the least

but you could sense that Bachira meant well, he was incredibly open about his feelings towards you, he would never directly state that he was attracted to you, but it was rather obvious

you'd often catch him staring at you in class, shamelessly admiring your features or making eye contact that was way too close for comfort, and he'd never deny it if you ever caught him

of course, whenever you did, the boy would simply slide you a mini bouquet of daffodils with a cheeky smile, and a cute little note attached to it

ᥫ᭡ STAGE TWO; MORE THAN FRIENDS, LESS THAN LOVERS

╰┈➤ flower of choice: DAISIES

upon actually getting to know meguru, you realized that he was actually quite fun to be around

the boy's personality and smile was rather infectious, not that you were complaining

despite his extroverted and chatty nature, he was a pretty good listener

after becoming properly acquainted with the boy, you found yourself spending more and more time with bachira

some of your classmates had already assumed the two of you were together with how clingy the boy would be towards you, following you around like a lost puppy

sometimes, whenever he would accompany you on your way to school, he'd surprise you with little daisy chains he made on his way there

at first they'd be a little lopsided, but after seeing how much you liked the chains, he started to get better and better at them

he'd often place them on your head during lunch hours, or give them to you as bracelets, sometimes adorned with little clay or polymer charms that his mother would help him make

at this point in your relationship, he'd retire from attaching little notes to his flowers, one, because they weigh down the daisy chains, two because they make the flowers look less pretty and all lopsided, and three, because why write notes when he's perfectly comfortable telling you how he feels?

at this point in what you assume is a friendship with bachira, you can't seem to decide what you should label your relationship as

with how shameless the boy is around you, you're certain that you're supposed to be more than friends, but he hasn't fully committed to you yet

sure situationships suck, but with meguru, it's a little more bearable

୨♡୧ STAGE THREE: CONFESSION

╰┈➤ flower of choice: ✿ JONQUIL (NARCISSUS)

could you even label it as a confession?

is what you kept asking yourself as bachira held out the bright yellow petals as he professed his love to you in an oddly bashful way

much like how the narcissus is shameless in it's own beauty, bachira was shameless in his own love for you

except for now that is, the usual mischievous glint in his eyes was replaced with something else, something genuine and sincere

you already knew that he had feelings for you, all your classmates knew that he had feelings for you, at this rate, he may as well just shout it from the roof tops that he's head over heels in love with you

yet right here, right now, the few simple words that you thought you had been expecting all along, they had felt like a wave coming over you

you saw it coming, yet it had still shocked you

of course, you accepted his confession, how could you deny him at this rate?

he already had you far under his spell, even if he never realized it

𔓘 STAGE FOUR; TOGETHER-TOGETHER

╰┈➤ flower of choice: ❀ YELLOW TULIPS

even after he's finally won you over, bachira still makes a point to surprise you with cute gifts

flowers included

tulips represent deep, true love

coincidence?

not at all

sometimes, when he's luck and you let him play with your hair, he'll weave flowers into it, sometimes daffodils, sometimes daisies, sometimes jonquils, and most of the time tulips

you say that they look a little lopsided in your hair and that it makes you look strange, but meguru always assures you that you look gorgeous no matter what

it's safe to say that the tulips perfectly convey how he feels about you, deep and truly in love

ISAGI YOICHI

˚୨୧⋆｡ STAGE ONE; PUPPY LOVE

╰┈➤ flower of choice: ❀ GREEN ZINNIAS

when isagi first meets you, he's incredibly taken by you, head over heels, love at first sight, lovesick, you name it, he felt it

unlike bachira he's rather reserved when it comes to his feelings for you, he's hardly ever talked to you so actually making a move and trying to flirt is way out of the question

so he settles for becoming your secret admirer, discreetly leaving small bunches of zinnias in your locker

he didn't know what to give you at first, but after stumbling upon these lovely blossoms in a flower shop, he thought that they would suit the situation quite nicely

occasionally, on the days where he was feeling bold, he would leave a note with a short message along the lines of;

"you have a nice smile :D" -your secret admirer

sometimes, isagi would hang back as you got stuff from your locker just to see your reaction, it was always positive, and his heart would always leap into his throat whenever he saw you smile at his corny little messages

you had your suspicions about the boy, he wasn't the best liar either, but you never questioned him too much whenever you caught him lurking

it was rather cute honestly, he was rather intense whenever you saw him play soccer out on the field, but he was so bashful around you, a bit of a dork too

somehow you still hadn't put two and two together and realize that the was your secret admirer

isagi found your obliviousness adorable however

ᥫ᭡ STAGE TWO; MORE THAN FRIENDS, LESS THAN LOVERS

╰┈➤ flower of choice: ❀ GARDENIAS

after some time had passed, you and isagi had started hanging out more, and more and you had developed a close friendship with the boy

all while you still didn't know that he was your secret admirer

after becoming well acquainted with yoichi, you started to develop feelings for him, making you care less about your secret admirer, who's true identity was still a mystery to you

isagi, like the oblivious boy he was, didn't pick up on your newfound feelings for him, and only saw your decreasing interest in your admirer

perhaps you found out it was him and this was your way of letting him down easy

his head was always swarmed with thoughts of what he could've done to make you seem a lot more distant towards his anonymous affection

so he decided to change things up a little

he heard from a friend of a friend that you thought gardenias were pretty

so isagi "head over heels for you" yoichi decided that the only logical course of action was to buy you some gardenias, bunched together and carefully arranged, and wrapped with a lovely silky bow

upon doing some reading into it, isagi found out that gardenias actually symbolize "hidden love" which made it even more perfect for the current situation

he even included a cute little card with the meaning on it after he slipped the bouquet in your locker

over time, you'd grow fonder of the gifts once more, and isagi, like the sly little bastard he is, would always try to be slick whenever he asked you about the gifts

"so you have a secret admirer huh? cool, cool. hypothetically, if they got you this colour of gardenias, would you like them?"

and surprise, surprise, those very flowers would show up in your locker the following school day

after some time, you picked up and you were well aware of isagi's little game, you were more than happy to play along though

୨♡୧ STAGE THREE: CONFESSION

╰┈➤ flower of choice: ❀ WISTERIA

in western culture, wisterias represent the passing of time, new beginnings, and romance

several things that described your relationship with isagi

(he thought he was being so clever w/ this one, in his defense, he was, gotta give credit where credit is due)

so, several mirror pep-talks later, isagi finally musters up the courage to leave the final note in your locker asking you to meet him on the school rooftop after school

(cliche i know, but this whole secret admire thing is the most tropey you can get so it's go big or go home with him)

after finally climbing your way up to the top of the school, you are met with a familiar pair of bright blue eyes

bashful as ever, yoichi hands a small bouquet of wisteria flowers bound together with a cream white ribbon as he pours his heart out to you, a dreamy pink sunset painting the backround to his touching confession

after his whole speech asking you to go out with him, you naturally agree

"y'know, i had a feeling it was you all along..."

"WHAT?!-"

poor guy wishes you put him out of his misery sooner, but at least he's finally won you over

𔓘 STAGE FOUR; TOGETHER-TOGETHER

╰┈➤ flower of choice: ❀ WHITE LILY

white lilies symbolize rebirth or new beginnings

they are also commonly used during easter in catholic masses, as well as weddings! (isagi may or may not be planning in advance for all you know)

your newfound relationship with isagi is simply wonderful, he knows how to treat you right and he's just a wonderful guy in general

sometimes, for nostalgia's sake, he'll leave you notes in your locker with lilies attached to them, only difference now is that he's your boyfriend rather than your secret admirer <3

the second you close your locker and place the cheesy note back into it, you're always met with his arms wrapped around your waist and his lips against your own

[radargrind2091]

🩵 Patter Peacock 🦚

-Enchantimals (c) Mattel and Kickstart Entertainment

[vodika-vibes]

Hello! First, I want to congratulate you on your follower celebration! Second, I was hoping to make a request.

Could you do a Crosshair x f!reader with acacia and jonquil?❤️

It Wasn't Love At First Sight

Summary: You've been secretly dating Crosshair for several years now, and so far no one's caught you. But after a late night rendezvous, Shaak Ti figures out the truth.

Pairing: TBB Crosshair x F!Reader

Word Count: 1852

Warning: Smut, oral F receiving

Prompts: Acacia - Secret Love, Jonquil - long term loyalty

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: Thank you! And Thank you for the Crosshair request! People were so nice to actually send me Crosshair requests! Also, I hope you don't mind that this got kind of smutty/spicy.

You stir when you hear a knock on your bedroom door, waking you from a deep sleep. A groan of annoyance falls from your lips, but you roll out of bed, and stumble over to the door, pressing the button to unlock it.

Crosshair, dressed in his dark armor and holding his helmet, is standing on the other side. 

You blink at him blearily, “Cross?”

“Let me in, kitten, before I get caught.” He replies.

You yawn and move out of the way, allowing him to slide past you and into your private room. “What,” You pause as you yawn widely, “What’s wrong?” You ask.

“I wanted to see you,” Crosshair replies as he tosses his helmet on your bed, and then turns his dark gaze towards you, “Is that a problem?” He asks with an arched brow.

You yawn again, “You couldn’t have waited until morning?”

He lazily moves towards you, his strong arms sliding around your waist, and he lowers his head to press his face against your neck. You shiver when you feel his lips ghost across your skin, “Mm, you didn’t miss me at all?” Crosshair asks.

A soft hum leaves you, and then you wrap your arms around him, one of your hands tangling in his short hair. “Hardly noticed you were gone.” You say lightly as you press closer to him.

Crosshair chuckles low in his throat, “Is that right?” He lightly nips at your throat, “So all of the comms and holos you sent me were, what, figments of my imagination?”

“Must have been someone else.”

“Ah, so I should go and find them then.” Crosshair teases, he kisses the mark he left on your neck, and then pulls away to press his forehead against yours, his hand coming up to caress your cheek, “You got a holo code for them? I owe them about a month's worth of blue balls.”

“You poor thing,” You coo to him teasingly, “Your hand wasn’t good enough for you?”

“What can I say, I’m a man of discerning taste.”

You lightly scrape your fingers against his scalp, and he sighs under your touch, “Welcome back, Cross.” You whisper to him, “I missed you.”

“I know.” His lips curl into a small, but genuine, smile, “I missed you too.”

“Good.” You reply.

A soft laugh falls from him, and you think you love this Crosshair the most. When it’s just you and him, and there’s no need for any facade. When he allows himself to be warm and soft and loving, and when he allows you to be just as soft and loving right back to him. 

It doesn’t happen often. In fact, the only time you see him like this is right after he returns from being gone for long periods of time. 

It’s rare, and so you cherish it.

“You could start coming on missions with us,” Crosshair murmurs, “And then I won’t miss you so much.”

“But then we won’t have these little reunions,” You reply as you press a light kiss to his chin, “And then what would we do?”

He tilts his head so that his lips hover just over yours, “Or, we could have these reunions more often.”

“Mm, tempting.” You raise up onto your toes and press your lips against his, and Crosshair immediately responds, his grip around you tightening to an almost painful degree as he nips your lower lip, silently demanding that you give yourself to him.

As if he has to make such a demand, you’ve been his since the day you arrived on Kamino. And he’s been yours for just as long.

He walks you backwards toward your bed, and your fingers nimbly pop the seals of his armor, dropping the pieces on the floor with a careless unconcern that belies how much you care about his armor.

It keeps him alive, after all.

Crosshair absently pushes his helmet to the floor, and then lowers you to the bed, refusing to pull his lips away from yours for long enough to even remove your shirt, instead just pushing it up high enough that he’s able to touch everything that he wants.

You pull away from the kiss to catch your breath, “H-how long before Hunter starts looking for you?” You breathe out, a whine falling from your lips as he moves to a spot on your neck that never fails to make you whimper for him. 

“Not long enough,” Crosshair admits, “Probably shouldn’t have come here at all. But I needed to see you.” He pulls away enough that he’s hovering over you, “Wrecker got hurt, and Hunter’s a little overprotective right now.” His dark eyes scan you, spread out in front of him, half naked, and he glides his fingers across your ribs. “Tell me to leave, kitten.” He whispers.

You lick your lips, and watch as his gaze tracks the motion, “You should leave.” You whisper obediently, though you also hook your arms around his neck to pull him back down to feel his warmth against you.

“Kriff,” He curses, “Yeah. I should.” 

Crosshair pulls the top of his blacks off, and tosses them to the side, and then his hands move to the band of your sleep pants to ease them down your legs. 

“I can see you’re getting right on that.” You breathe out, gasping when one of his fingers slides against your slit.

His gaze locks with yours, and a small smirk crosses his face, “Just one taste,” Crosshair says, “Just one. And then I’ll leave.”

He slides down your body and drapes one of your legs over his shoulders, his gaze still locked on your face as he leans in and wraps his lips around your clit.

Crosshair lied.

“Good morning, Doctor.” 

You lift your gaze from your caf and peer up at the much taller woman who’s joining you at your small table. “Morning, Shaak.” You mumble, before turning your attention back to the flavor packets, trying to decide if you want mocha or caramel caf this morning.

The Jedi has a secretive smile on her lips, “Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah, something like that. Do you think the peppermint syrup is still good? When did we buy that?”

“Hm…probably around Life Day, so who knows.” Shaak replies, “I wouldn’t risk it personally, but I also don’t understand how you can drink that.”

“I learned in med school.” You pick up the peppermint syrup and eye it critically, before you pour some in your caf. If you die you die. At least you’ll die caffeinated. 

“Hm.” Shaak takes a sip of her tea, looking like an actual queen. “How’s Crosshair?”

You blink at her, “Beg pardon?”

“Well, I know he went to your room last night and didn’t leave until early this morning-” Shaak says with a small smile.

“Uhhh…Am I allowed to say no comment?”

“Assuming it’s all consensual, I’m not going to yell at you.” She pauses, “It is consensual, right?”

“Of course it is, don’t be gross.”

“Then I’m more than happy to keep your secret.” Shaak says lightly. “May I ask…is it serious.”

“Oh my god, Shaak. I’m not talking to you about this.”

“Who else do you have to talk to about this?” Shaak asks reasonably, smirking when she sees you falter, “So? Is it?”

“Fine. Yes. It is. Can we stop now?”

“And you’re not seeing other people?”

“No! Of course not. I’m loyal to him and him alone.” You push your hand through your hair, “Shaak, look. I’ve loved him since the first time I saw him. It might not have been love at first sight, but it was pretty damn sure at first sight, okay?”

“Aww, that’s cute.”

“Ugh. I’m not cute. Cute is reserved for five year old girls, not women.”

Shaak smiles wider, “Does he feel the same?”

“How am I supposed to know? Do I look like a jedi to you?”

“I don’t know if you know this, but Crosshair doesn’t like talking about emotions.” You say dryly.

“Hm…good point.”

You eye the older woman suspiciously, but she seems like she’s done with the conversation, so instead you pick up your caf and take a sip.

And then a strong hand wraps around your upper arm and you’re dragged, unceremoniously, out of your seat by the Jedi. You yelp as you’re dragged into the hall, down another hall, and then through a sliding door into the darkened barracks room belonging to Clone Force 99.

“Good morning, boys~” Shaak chirps, before she unceremoniously shoves you into Crosshair, who’s forced to drop his armor to catch you.

You blink at Crosshair, absolutely befuddled, and he looks just as bewildered as you.

“Uh…General?” Hunter says slowly, “Is there a reason you’re throwing Doctors at us?” He asks as Crosshair lifts you to your feet and makes sure that you’re steady before he releases you.

“I have come to a decision,” Shaak says with a placid smile on her face, “Because of the missions you go on, I’ve decided you should have a doctor on your team. And I’m giving you her.”

You sputter, “You can’t do that!”

“I don’t have a problem with that.” Crosshair says at the same time, “It’ll save us from Hunter’s overprotective tendencies.”

You scowl at Crosshair, “The Jedi don’t pay my paycheck!”

“No, but the Kaminoans have a vested interest in making sure this group thrives.” Shaak points out, “So they’ll side with me.”

Your jaw drops, and then you sigh and fold your arms, “Fine. But the Marauder needs to be retrofitted with a proper medbay including a surgical suite. And I’m not sharing a room with them.”

“You’re being difficult, Doctor.”

“You want me to be Clone Force 99’s personal doctor, those are my conditions.” You say stubbornly.

Shaak grins, “Deal. It’ll be done before their next mission.” And then she’s gone.

You purse your lips and then turn and punch Crosshair on the shoulder, “This is your fault.”

He grins, a glimmer of triumph in his gaze, “I assure you, it isn’t.”

You scowl at him.

His grin broadens, “Cheer up, kitten. Now we can spend more time together.”

“Trapped in a metal can with five men is not my idea of a good time.” You counter, and then you sigh, “I have so much I have to do now. I have to transfer the cadets to other doctors, I have to make sure my files are complete, I have to…” You blink, “I’m not going to sleep for a week. I have to go.”

Crosshair catches your hand and tugs you back to him and kisses you, “Better?”

“I feel slightly less like committing jedicide, but I still have a million things I need to do.” You sigh and kiss his cheek, “And now you have to explain this to your brothers. So we’re both suffering. Love you. Bye.”

“Yeah, yeah. Love you too. Don’t work too hard.” Crosshair replies, and then you’re gone in a swirl of white coats and lavender scent, and Crosshair is left to deal with his brothers accusing gazes.

[thatpikmin]

There are so many amazing artist, so let’s spread love with some flower love language

These flower meanings are based on the book “flowers and their meanings” by Karen azouley. So the meaning will be different!!!

Bathbomb

—————————— Flowers ———————————

Blue violet - faithfulness

sycamore - curiosity

Purple pansy - you occupy my thoughts

Carnation - strong and pure love

ranunculus - I am dazzled by your charms

Sweet William - gallantry

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Cherrybomb

—————————— Flowers ———————————

Cranberry blossom - cure for heartache

Ivy - marriage

Olive branch - peace

Milkvetch - your presence softens my pain

locust flower - affection beyond the grave

Red and white roses (together) - unity

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Reversal

—————————— Flowers ———————————

Pink - boldness

Four leaf clover - be mine

Greater celandine - first sigh of love

White fraxinella - passion

Mugwort - happiness

lilac primrose - confidence

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Fishsticks

—————————— Flowers ———————————

Wisteria - welcome, Fair stranger

Lilac - First emotion of love

Morning glory - affection

Stephanotis - will you accompany me to the east?

Iris - message

White camillia - perfect loveliness

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Godmode

—————————— Flowers ———————————

Yellow tulip - hopeless love

Buttercup - childishness

Hembane - imperfection

Jonquil daffodil - I desire a return of affection

Lesser celandine - joys to come

Shooting star - you are my divinity

Honeysuckle - bonds of love

(Why is there so many yellow flowers)

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Campfire

—————————— Flowers ———————————

Chervil - sincerity

Kennedia - mental beauty

Alyssum - tranquility

Clematis - Mental Beauty

Bridal rose - happy love

Flax - I feel your kindness

White bellflower - gratitude

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Pufferfish

—————————— Flowers ———————————

Knotgrass - restoration

Chestnut trees - do me justice

Crepis - protection

Almond blossom - hope

A bunch of dahlia - my graditude exceeds your care

Sedum - tranquility

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Nightlight

—————————— Flowers ———————————

Plum blossoms - keep your promises

Pear blossom - comfort

Daisy - innocence

Lily of the valley - return of happiness

Sweet alyssum - worth beyond beauty

Corepsis - Always cheerful

Strawberry blossom - perfect goodness

(All white)

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I want to say that this was ment to represent the ships as a whole (since the creators of the slugcat designs are known as the CEO of said ship, with the exception of FishSticks, I don’t know who the CEO of FishSticks is and if it is pansear I wanted to use different designs to make them all unique) and not the aus the creators made, if any other these ships are inaccurate, I’m sorry.

If the creator does not wish to have their designs displayed or shown off, their designs will be removed and replaced with someone elses

Credits to the character designs

@pansear-doodles

@draagu

@pookapufferfish

@beansmakinbooks

@sugarr-moon

@twocakesinacup

@scrufflesksunnide

Yall are amazing artists, keep on inspiring others ❤️

This was supposed to come out on on Valentine’s Day

[andypantsx3]

Deceiving the Duke | 6 | Todoroki Shouto

pairing: Todoroki Shouto x Female Reader

length: 3.1k of 30k words | 6th of 9 chapters

summary: When Camie Utsushimi elopes on the eve of her society debut, scandal threatens to destroy the family’s prospects. It’s up to you, a maid, to impersonate Camie throughout the Season, long enough that her elder sister can make a match. The only trouble? Lord Shouto Todoroki is also intent on making a match—and that match, quite impossibly, appears to involve you.

tags/warnings: romance, regency au, class differences, hidden identity/identity porn, aged up characters, eventual smut

Over the course of the ensuing weeks, your certainty only grew worse: you were developing feelings for Lord Shouto.

You sent another letter to Camie, ashamed to tell her that not only had you continued the scheme against her express wishes, but now you were falling for the worst person possible. She wrote back, heartbroken to hear it, demanding once more you put a stop to things before they went too far.

But you couldn’t help yourself. You would never again get time with Lord Shouto–you wanted to revel in it as long as you could.

You reassured yourself that he meant to marry the princess–a rumor that was only growing stronger as the season crept onwards with no hint of a proposal to anyone from his corner–and he meant only to use you as a deterrent to the other scheming misses and matchmaking mothers crowding the parlors and assembly rooms of Musutafu.

You hoped that once your own scheme was uncovered he wouldn’t hold it against you–would understand that you’d liked spending the time with him, but had never desired to trap him in any sort of romantic understanding.

Lord Shouto made things so much more difficult for you by continuing to be so horribly good. He was kind and attentive, and so unexpectedly funny, you couldn’t help but fall harder.

He sought you out many times a week, taking you for several more promenades, insisting on a dance at every ball, and even took you riding in the park. He even let you take the reins when you’d reached an emptier stretch of road where no one might see you driving, showing you how to steer his set of bays and smiling that gentle smile when you got the hang of it and urged them to go faster.

He called several times more, bringing another bouquet of flowers for you–tiny bright jonquils tangled with orange winter cherries, and hedged with short-trimmed ferns–that you managed to squirrel away into your tiny bedroom without the Utsushimis seeing.

He was on your mind so constantly that you found yourself ducking into the haberdashery on an afternoon Miss Uraraka and Lady Asui had invited you out. An idea seized you as you had looked into the window, and you found yourself drawn over to the small selection of handkerchiefs for sale.

You didn’t have much in the way of spending money, sending most of it back to your family, but you had just enough to buy a linen square bordered in a dark blue. Miss Ochako and Lady Asui watched you almost too knowingly as you did.

You worked late into the night that evening, tucked up in your bed with embroidery thread and a book you’d ferreted out of the late Mr. Utsushimi’s study propped open in your lap–a Greek primer, with a tiny section on Ancient Greek. You found that their phonetic system did not align quite so neatly with yours, but you made do, stitching the closest approximation of Lord Shouto’s name in the Greek alphabet–how it might be spelled had he found himself there.

You hoped he would find it fun, and not too silly–-and that he would understand that you had liked him enough to think of him, even when your deception was uncovered.

Giving to him was another matter, however, as you found yourself too shy and girlish on the several occasions you saw him next. It stayed tucked away in your reticule, burning at your wrist.

You finally resolved to give it to him at a dinner party at Lady Cathleen’s, where you might hopefully be able to flee to the other end of the table and not speak to him for the rest of the night. Caroline had informed you that tables were set according to rank, meaning the Utsushimi family would find themselves at the foot of the table, with Lord Shouto all the way at the head.

In preparation, you donned the most secure of Camie’s gowns—which was not saying much—but you felt better for the more protective, higher neckline, the muted blue of its color which would draw little attention your way, for it almost bordered on the drab palette of married women or spinsters. You knew Camie had chosen it for the contrast it would draw to her largest, sparkliest choker of paste jewels, which you carefully ignored in favor of her smallest pendant.

You would be as well hidden as you could manage, at the other end of the table, and with any luck Lady Cathleen would dress her table with elaborately tall candlesticks and floral displays you might duck behind.

In fact, once you thought of it, you were almost certain you could hide Lord Shouto’s gift at the table itself, that you might not have to confront him in person with the full force of both your stupidity and your regard for him. You wouldn’t even need to witness his expression upon its receipt.

It was with that thought that you stuck to the edges of the drawing room as guests crowded into Lady Cathleen’s estate, drawing as little notice as you could. You requested the restroom as soon as you were able, instead sneaking off towards the dining room to scout out Lord Shouto’s place.

Except—as you scanned the head of the table–his place card was nowhere to be found. You knew he was coming–Mrs. Utsushimi hadn’t shut up about it, and besides that, Lord Shouto had told you as much himself. Brow furrowing, you wandered around the table.

A little shocked thrill went through you to see his name next to Camie’s, towards the opposite end of the table he should have been. Camie’s name also had managed to come unmoored from the Utsushimi block that occupied the end of the table, several seats away from Caroline and Mrs Utsushimi.

You wondered at the specificity of the mistake, and then a thought occurred to you.

Well–if there had been a mistake, it only made sense to use it to your advantage.

You quickly tucked your gift under Lord Shouto’s place card, very carefully that it might only be seen once he’d moved it. And then you took your own place card away and carried it down the table to Caroline’s spot. You’d just managed to replace hers with yours when a low voice carried across the room.

“I suppose I should be less surprised to find you in another deserted room.”

You froze, arm still outstretched over Caroline’s seat, your eyes darting up to the entryway. Lord Shouto stood there, looking as preternaturally handsome as ever. The candlelight glinted off the white of his hair, burnishing it gold, and the shadows danced in the hollows of his cheeks, the divot under his full mouth. He was dressed in a dark gray dinner jacket, a cravat tied immaculately at his throat.

He took a step into the room, a white eyebrow raised.

“Lord Shouto,” you said hoarsely, quickly whipping Caroline’s card behind your back. Perhaps he hadn’t seen what you’d been up to. “I—it’s not what it looks like.”

“Then you are not rearranging Lady Cathleen’s seating placards?” he asked in his smooth baritone. He continued into the room, circling the table to you.

A hunted feeling crept over you. “I–it’s funny it should look that way…but I, um…”

Lord Shouto drew closer, leaning in, and a gloved hand touched the place card in your fingers, tugging it gently from your grasp. He glanced down at it, a tiny smile touching his mouth. “You’d not been about to seat Miss Caroline next to me, had you?”

His gaze darted over to the middle of the table where his placard sat, like he’d already known there’d been some mistake with his placement.

Hot embarrassment burned its way through your veins, and you snatched Caroline’s place marking out of his hand. “As a matter of fact, the only empty spot is next to you,” you said, attempting to make your way around him to put it down.

“And that would not be because you had already moved another place card, would it?” Lord Shouto asked mildly, stepping in front of you so that you almost headbutted his chest. You backpedaled wildly, almost tripping over the hem of your gown.

“I—what proof have you?” you demanded, trying your best to sound as though you hadn’t just done exactly that.

Lord Shouto’s smile widened, a rare sight, and it sent a lick of heat right down your spine. You clutched a chair, aware of how stupid it was that a smile was about to send you into a swoon.

Those long fingers reached out and pulled Caroline’s place card from your grip again, and Lord Shouto produced your own, switching your places once more. “The proof that I asked Lady Cathleen to seat me here, with you,” he said simply.

A horde of butterflies exploded in your chest again, and your face went hot.

How could he say things like that so easily? An ask like that was a clear declaration of his favor–something you very much did not deserve, all things considered.

“Your Grace,” you said, in protest.

Lord Shouto’s smile flashed white in the candlelight, a clever half-moon. “It was you who doubted I might reign in my presumption by the end of the season. You should be pleased to find yourself proven right.”

Pleased didn’t quite cover the breadth of emotion you were feeling–embarrassment, guilt, and pleasure all warred with one another in your chest.

“Really, I was doing you a favor,” you insisted, gesturing at Caroline’s place setting. “She is a great conversationalist, and very pleasing to look at.”

“As you have said perhaps hundreds of times,” Lord Shouto acknowledged. “It is just as well I can look at her from across a table.”

You frowned up at him. “I am beginning to think you do not mean to find a wife, as you’d hinted.”

Lord Shouto bent his head so he could lean closer, and your hip bumped the table as you stepped back, nervous with his sudden proximity.

“Then you did take my meaning that day,” he said, his voice low.

Your skin prickled at the layer of intent in his tone.

“And I am only trying to help you now,” you told him. “You’ll get very little mileage out of me as your dining companion, considering I cannot wed.”

“Cannot,” Lord Shouto murmured, as if turning the word over in his mouth.

“Caroline can, however,” you continued as though you hadn’t heard him. “And I understand she is a very desirable match. She’s acquired several admirers, you know, and you won’t want to dally. There is a Mr. Awase who is very keen.”

“You say it as though you are not a desirable match,” Lord Shouto said.

His words were like a thunderbolt, striking through you. The very idea of you as a desirable match!

You laughed, but Lord Shouto’s face did not change, and he pressed even closer, close enough that you found yourself trapped against the table. Lightning zinged in your veins as you registered the heat of him over you, your blood singing with the thrill of a man so close.

“You do not believe so?” he asked. He was close enough that you could feel the exhalation of his words on your mouth.

Your head swam with the ridiculousness of the question, and the press of him so close. You scrounged around for an appropriate ripost, but then Lord Shouto’s face drew even nearer.

Your breath seized in your chest, and you stared silently up at him, heart racing.

Outside, a loud laugh sounded, startling you, and you jumped, almost smacking your forehead into Lord Shouto’s nose.

He dodged neatly, smiling ruefully and stepping away. But there was a light in his eyes like he was strangely satisfied–as though he’d confirmed something.

“We should go, lest we are discovered here, and your reputation compromised,” he said. “You should take your leave first.”

You could tell he meant to prevent you from switching the place settings again once he was gone, and you squinted at him suspiciously. He looked far too pleased with himself, and his smile seemed to grow a fraction wider. It was your observation that his eyes slivered into little crescents when he truly smiled that finally sent you stumbling out of the dining room, your heartbeat tripping over itself.

You found your absence had gone unnoticed when you arrived back in the drawing room, though Lord Shouto’s entrance was intently noted by every single set of female eyes. Several fans came out, flapping back immaculately coiffed curls, and Lord Shouto’s face went politely blank.

You stifled a laugh at his expense.

Eventually you were let into the dining room and you found yourself at Lord Shouto’s side once more. Lady Cathleen’s eyes flickered interestedly over you and tried not to look too strange or suspicious under her attentions.

You were pointedly studying the table linens with avid interest when you felt Lord Shouto stiffen beside you. Out of the corner of your eye you saw him draw the handkerchief out from under his place card, and you found you couldn’t lift our eyes to his face, too anxious of his reaction. You adopted a sudden fascination with the centerpiece to your opposite side–until a gloved hand touched yours in your lap.

You startled, almost knocking over your water glass, fingers reflexively seizing on the hand that had touched you.

You glanced up at Lord Shouto as his own fingers tightened on yours, and found him smiling that tiny, private smile of his. His gaze was almost molten in the candlelight.

“I see rearranging the place settings was not your only objective,” he said. There was a touch of pleasure in his voice, so rich and low. The sound made your blood fizz like a bottle of champagne had just been poured down your veins.

His hand shifted, his wrist resting on your thigh, and your breathing went shallow at the feeling of a man’s hand where it had never been before.

“I–you might think it’s silly—” you groped for something to say.

“I can think of no gift I have ever liked more,” he said.

The praise flooded through you in a warm wave of pleasure, and your ears went hot. “I…should like if you would think of me fondly, after this season,” you said.

Lord Shouto’s brows creased, and that full mouth pursed a little in thought. You tried very hard not to think of kissing it.

“You say that as if you do not plan we should ever see each other again,” he said carefully.

A hot stab of panic lanced through you when you realized you’d almost hinted at the dissolution of your scheme. You searched for some response.

“I–there is only one objective to the season,” you said. “After a match is made, I’ll have no reason to return to Musutafu, unless my husband’s estate is at a close enough remove.”

“I thought you did not mean to marry?” Lord Shouto asked. You almost jumped again when a server reached between the two of you to serve the first course–a pale soup swimming with carrots and rice.

Fuck, that was right. You had said you’d not meant to make a match. “Do not worry, Lord Shouto. You are safe from any attempts on your virtue.”

But Lord Shouto did not look at all reassured by this. “Then you do wish to marry?” he asked.

You did not see a way around answering truthfully. “I–well, yes, eventually,” you admitted. You had at least had hopes at one point, before meeting Lord Shouto, before understanding that no other man might ever measure up. Gentry though he might be, you’d never felt as light-headed, as happy, as surprisingly comfortable in another person’s presence.

You had not meant to feel quite like this about him.

“One day, I should like to,” you said, trying not to sound morose. One day, a long time from now, perhaps you would have enough distance that you might once again find the prospect of another man palatable.

Lord Shouto’s gloved thumb smoothed over your knuckles, and you realized you’d still been gripping his hand. You reluctantly let go, but he seemed to feel no need to move his hand.

“One day and the end of this season sound rather distant from one another,” Lord Shouto said.

You stared into your soup to avoid having to look at him, guilt settling heavily in your stomach. “It is complicated,” you said. “All there is to know, my lord, is that I plan this should be my last season in Musutafu. And that I should like you to think of me fondly, as I shall think of you. For all that you seem to insist on dwelling in darkened rooms, you have been a bright spot in this season.”

You pointedly studied the silverware, wanting to start in on your soup to halt conversation, but found that you could not remember how Caroline had instructed you to dine. Was it outward in, or inward out?

Your hand hesitated over the silverware, and Lord Shouto’s finally rose from your lap to press gently to the outward-most spoon.

“It’s this one,” he said, leaning in. “Outward in.”

That smile was back on his mouth, and it felt both private and conspiratorial, somehow. Like you shared a secret, though the only secret you had, really, was the one that he absolutely could not have known.

“Of course…” you said primly, like you’d just momentarily forgotten. But your heart warmed a little with his assistance and you couldn’t help the smile that wormed its way across your face in answer. “Thank you.”

Lord Shouto’s eyes seemed to linger on your mouth for a long moment, before he murmured, “Anything I may give you.”

And for a minute, it sounded like he meant more than just help with the spoon. Like he was offering something much larger, much more secret.

But of course that was nonsense. You waved him off, answering in turn. “You are kinder than you know, Lord Shouto. I will remember that too, always.”

You started in on your soup, feeling Lord Shouto’s eyes lingering on you still.

But for the rest of the evening, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you’d just had a conversation with him whose parameters you did not truly fathom.

That Lord Shouto knew something he couldn’t.

But it wouldn’t matter, with the season so close so its end. You would just have to last a few more weeks.

[atopvisenyashill]

Who are Sansa’s potential contenders in your opinion?

i’ve talked about this before but i’d love to talk about it again lmao. i think the potential romantic endgame contenders are (in order of most to least likely) jon, brienne, theon, and podrick (there’s a wide gap between theon and podrick) and i use the term romantic like……i mean a little loosely. i’m gonna explain my criteria a bit.

sansa’s suitors must be

within a decade of her age

someone who has, when they meet her, a claim to a seat powerful enough to at least be in the same ballpark as the Starks

someone who would be willing to relocate to winterfell or near winterfell

someone who won't feel threatened by her title

shares her romantic sensibilities

someone whose identity subverts the typical Westerosi idea of what a True Knight and a Proper Husband is

someone who is actively trying and at least partially succeeding at being a good person, but specifically someone who has themes associated with what she desires - a True Knight and Hero From A Song

so let’s explain.

firstly, when we’re talking “potential contenders” i think everyone is picturing something slightly different. i’m talking about like. the relationship that will be one of the focal points of her story going forward, the relationship that will mean the most to her bc it fulfills her dreams while matching her growth and maturity, the relationship her story is building towards her meeting. i think there’s a lot of,,,idk confrontations on the horizon. theon hearing bran in the trees. dany’s nightmare about (probably) euron. everyone and their mother hearing wolves howling in the distance. half these characters are like on a boat, on a dragon, on a walk in the woods, literally on the way to meet someone when we leave them in feastdance and sansa is no exception to this - the Themes Are Coming For Her.

i think there’s been a build up over sansa’s story that she is going to meet The Hero Of Her Dreams, but they will not fit the typical mold of a hero. They will help empower her, protecting her physically while she protects them politically. There will be genuine love, and dedication. A bond to rival Naerys & Aemon, Florian & Jonquil, a person who will love her until the end of her days…a person who is also going to be helpful when it comes to her new role as The Stark In Winterfell. this means a) the line of succession will be dealt with in a practical manner and not swept under the rug and b) someone who likely has some sort of background in either politics or battle.

Maybe it’s a contradiction to say this relationship can be romantic and satisfying to read while also saying there's a chance it will be “subtext” but…I just think, looking at his inspirations being soooo focused on things like courtly love, chivalry, that a spin that involves Sansa feeling a deep affection for a Knight protecting her, with no men around (but again, crucially, having discussed how the hell she’s going to have kids, with a partner who will not shy away from a frank discussion like that) is still a satisfying "romantic" arc. Yes i am saying this is how I have my cake and eat it too, where Braime fucks and then Jaime dies, then Brienne stays in the North with a conveniently (publicly) single Sansa who leans on her for comfort. This is my meta and we're never getting the winds of winter to disprove it, but also I'm thinking specifically of the focus on rumors surrounding the sexualities of a lot of characters in F&B - Alyn and Addam Velaryon, Rhaenyra Targaryen, Laenor and Laena Velaryon, Rhaena the Black Bride, to name just a few very obvious ones - as well as the repeated princess and knight dynamic that follows both Sansa (with Dontos and Sandor) as well as is present in F&B (Rhaenyra & Harwin, Rhaenyra & Criston, Alysanne & Jonquil Darke, Aegon & Visenya imo also fits this) that this dynamic can be romantic but also not explicitly stated to be a sexual or romantic relationship. MOVING ON.

I think it’s actually most likely that Briensa and Jeynsa that are winning the “so which one is actually gonna go canon” war bc they’ll be single, in the same place, and clearly devoted to each other while like, Jon/Theon/Aegon/Sandor/Tyrion/Basically Every Man Shipped With Sansa are miserable and cold or dead elsewhere. (littlefucker isn’t included bc he’s definitely dead 😁). I just need everyone to understand my definition of “goes canon” is so so loose. ANYWAYS. EXPLANATIONS-

within a decade of her age

i am once again saying that every relationship with a huge age gap that starts with one of them below the age of 17 ends badly and the reason is bc george is not a pervy moron, he is actually writing about the ways in which the hypersexualization and forced child marriages in westeros are damaging to these girls. “but he said dany & drogo were in love!!” he’s very clearly the sort who likes to find the romantic and erotic in the grotesque and horrific, and looking at this from the character’s point of view. i think his comments line up just fine with the justifications these girls make to themselves about the marriages they are forced into. also he’s just an old man and he phrases things in ways that make you cringe sometimes, pls be serious 😭 the only exceptions to this rule are really Rhaenys/Corlys and arguably Rhaenyra's various romantic ties but a) none of Rhaenyra's romantic relationships end well and in fact help speed her right along to her gruesome death and b) Rhaenys and Corlys' relationship is fraught with political problems and also, he has an affair with a teenager so again, george is Saying Something about the reasons why certain types of men prefer women much younger than them. "but what about roose and fat walda?" they are both gonna die horribly, next question.

SO. it’s not gonna be tyrion. it’s not gonna be sandor. it’s not gonna be littlefucker. they’re too goddamn old and sansa spending the rest of her life rationalizing these guys perving on her when she’s barely even middle school aged is not (imo) the ending she is going to get.

this leaves us with the rest of her more popular ships - jeyne, margaery, harry, sweetrobin, aegon vi, jon, theon (admittedly pushing it here! i can be logical about this!), podrick, and brienne (technically bran and arya are here too ig, i mean if we want to be really fair to all ships). onto the next criteria-

someone who has a claim to something in the same general social circle as winterfell

technically i do think there’s a chance george goes for something radical at the ending like abolishing the monarchy and if he does that i will kiss him on the mouth (with consent from him & parris). BUT. i think the most likely ending is more of a loosening of the feudal system - showing us the next few hopeful steps away from absolute monarchies. what i’m saying is The System still exists and will still exist throughout twow and ados, so I think it’s logical to assume that Sansa is not going to marry “beneath” her. if anyone does, it's arya.

anyways that’s a double pass on sandor & littlefucker. this is also why i admit pod is a stretch - the paynes aren’t nobodies but pod himself is from a cadet branch, so fairly low in the pecking order . i mostly include him bc i think he’ll make a name for himself alongside brienne, potentially enough to overcome that gap and he fits the rest of the criteria too well imo to completely disregard him. “why can’t sandor or littlefucker do that” bc sandor doesn’t have enough time before the end of the series to make up for all the shit he did as the hound In The Eyes Of The Public Or, Crucially, Sansa’s Family and littlefucker is going to die 😁

you could argue this also crosses out jon and jeyne. COUNTERPOINT - jeyne is a girl it literally doesn’t matter so long as she’s high enough to be one of sansa’s ladies and she is, so she passes; jon is one of three targaryens left alive (and even if aegon's a blackfyre, he doesn't know that so still counts!!) and all the secrecy around jon's legitimacy + robb’s will means clearly something is cooking here. also he has an impressive resume on paper.

someone who would actually live in Winterfell

I don’t feel it’s necessary to argue that Sansa is going to be IN WINTERFELL and END UP IN WINTERFELL bc she lichrally builds Winterfell after Arya, the sibling she interacts with the most, hears a prophecy about a girl slaying a giant IN A CASTLE MADE OF SNOW. This does not feel subtle nor like a stretch. Whether she’s a regent for Rickon/Bran, a ruling lady, or a queen, she is GOING HOME the same as the rest of the Starklings and she will be important in helping rebuild it. Therefore, the person she’s with has to not only be cool with being at Winterfell often, they have to not induce immediate fury and rage in her siblings.

sandor? triple dead. tyrion? we’ll call him 1.5 dead to be polite. aegon vi? doomed and dead. harry hardyng? does Not seem likely to relocate. littlefucker probably would relocate but good luck getting two steps into the north or riverlands without every living starks’ “it’s time to beat that annoying fuck up” alarms blaring in their heads ready to run him through.

theon is a hard maybe but since he actually feels bad & also grew up with them, i think he has plenty of time in the next 2k pages of story to make up some ground with jon, arya, and bran. margaery feels like a hard maybe as well - it’s looking bleak for the tyrells & i don’t think margaery’s family is going to let her move to the north without a good reason. but i also feel like. there’s too many unknowns to technically count her out.

brienne & pod Will be living in the North and they Will be on the guard and That Is That. jeyne & jon don’t seem to have any plans on leaving the North any time soon either.

someone who won't feel threatened by her title

this is a near constant through line in her story - that whoever marries her will want her for her claim first and foremost. it's going to factor into her relationships, specifically about how she's going to have a child. whether she has a secret marriage, longstanding affair, or a public husband, it's going to be someone who is not constantly trying to usurp her power literally or metaphorically.

that means no aegon vi, no sweetrobin, no harry, no littlefucker, no tyrion. tyrion's claim to the westerlands is a competing one with her, and tyrion himself is interested in her title way more than sansa as a person (it's why he doesn't see her escape coming and why he's so bitter over it - the whole time he thought she was a silly girl and had no idea she was plotting to escape and nearly did escape at several points. he thought she was helpless! you can bet your ass he is going to feel threatened by the idea that she does not need his ass). sandor, imo, will also feel threatened by her having such a lofty title, and i cannot see him being capable of any sort of secret marriage. "well they could just marry publicly" she's not publicly marrying a man known to be a child killer. to be completely honest, i think margaery would feel threatened by her title as well.

jon, podrick, brienne, jeyne are all people who would not only not feel threatened, they would be proud, celebrate it, actively fight to keep her in a state of power. theon is imo a maybe - the theon we meet in the beginning would objectively feel threatened by Sansa having a title loftier than his. a theon who has lived through everything he has by the end of the dance is imo much more likely to be happier out of the spotlight. all of them as well would be willing to be frank about how she's going to have a child, and would not mind Sansa saying something like "my children were fathered by a wolf."

someone who shares her romantic sensibilities

listen. she's gonna like, get along with her suitor. someone who won't laugh at her for wanting to be swept off her feet, someone who also craves a more romantic life.

this eliminates, imo, harry, sweetrobin, littlefucker, and sandor, probably aegon vi as well.

brienne, jon, theon, jeyne, and podrick are all romantic types - jon imagines having children named after ned and robb just llike sansa, theon had dreamed as a hostage of marrying sansa and calling ned father, brienne dreams of lofty knightly ideals of protecting the weak, and podrick and jeyne both have stories very much tied to subverting the ideas of a true knight and a damsel in distress.

someone who is an Atypical True Knight

💙✨this is a post about briensa✨💙

true knight/hero from a song themes + marginalized in some way in Westeros = brienne, jon, theon, tyrion. sandor feels relevant here in that he is not a true knight but he clearly wants to be after his encounters with the stark girls and also he doesn't look like one either.

aegon vi could arguably count due to being dornish, so i guess i'll give him a .5 in this category. harry is as typical as they come, and neither margaery nor jeyne have anything that links them narratively to the concept of a true knight or hero from a story (except, i suppose, for jeyne's link to theon). podrick is also fairly typical but again, kinda lowish for a noble so i guess .5, and he also has several scenes where he's expressly linked with being an Atypical True Knight (mainly, the scene where he saves Tyrion during the Battle on the Blackwater).

a True Knight

i simply do not think the lesson sansa is going to “learn” here is that no one will ever love her for who she is and her marriage will be about her claim and nothing more because there are no True Knights left. every time someone is like “she won’t have a romance bc her story is about not needing love” i find it mind boggling because in what world is asoiaf about not needing love, first of all, and second of all, her arc wrt her desires for marriage and love has so clearly been tied to this concept of a True Knight and the idea that a True Knight does not always ~look good~ and that someone who is not a knight may be capable of good and that you can always just Choose To Do Good at any point but you have to Make That Choice, and that is all very different from “not needing love.” Sansa is naive yes but!! Sansa is Dunk sitting there surrounded by strong handsome men in expensive, gorgeous armor and asking if there are any true knights among them-

EXCEPT SOMEONE WILL STEP UP TO THE PLATE.

“a dream of spring” means there will be just a little hope. so help Will Come and they will be a True Knight they just won’t take a form she expects. this is a large part of the reason why i’m on the briensa train. Brienne is The Truest Of True Knights! She serves a King she's in love with who doesn't love her back faithfully, she swears a vow to Sansa's mother after comparing Catelyn's courage to that of a knight's and laments the fate of women who die unremembered in a birthing bed, she's on a noble quest to find Sansa with an assist from The Most Infamous Knight In Westerosi History, she’s the secret descendant of The Other Truest Of True Knights, and I feel it’s very clear from geography, theme, and foreshadowing standpoints that Brienne and Sansa are going to be linking up soon.

I have always felt that the Ashford Tourney Theory is linking Sansa to both Jon and Brienne narratively - Jon for being the dark haired Targaryen Prince defender and Brienne for being the Dunk descendant and True Knight that interrupts the tourney. Not only that, but Jon has that "she wished for a hero to strike him down" "ed, fetch me a block" parallel that I think is really important.

BUT. They're not the only ones with links like this. Theon has the similar link of how life is not a song and is actively grasping for redemption when we last left him. Podrick, like Brienne, is on a True Knight's quest to save Sansas and is discounted as a hero despite having several heroic moments for himself - including actively seeking Brienne out to help with her quest. Tyrion frequently struggles with concepts of morality but is on an absolute downward trajectory.

Who is not tied to these last two concepts nor acts at all like a True Knight? Aegon VI (arguable I suppose), Harry Hardyng, and once again, Littlefucker.

IN SUMMATION

Who doesn't fit any of the critera? Littlefucker, and that's why his ass is grass.

Who fits very little of the criteria? Tyrion (too old, not likely to live in Winterfell, cares too much about her title, on a downward spiral), Sandor (too old, too low born, not a True Knight and not becoming one any time soon, plus Arya will kill him if he tries something), Aegon VI (would not relocate, is not tied to the concept of a True Knight, plus he's doomed), Harry Hardyng (would not relocate, cares too much about titles, is not a true knight nor atypical in way, doesn't seem given to romantic sensibilities).

Who fits most of the criteria? Jeyne Poole and Margaery Tyrell. However there are pretty big plot reasons Margaery won't have any sort of romantic, subtext or otherwise, long lasting relationship with Sansa so even though on paper she fits, I think she's highly unlikely to impossible.

Who fits all of that criteria, ie, close to her age, has an important name (or has a reason why it doesn't matter), and is an Atypical True Knight with a romantic outlook on life with narrative links to Sansa? Brienne of Tarth and Jon Snow, and arguably Theon Greyjoy and Podrick Payne.

Anyways I think Sansa should start a bisexual polycule in the North. Thank you for coming to my ted talk.