#thescaledqueen

[backwaterscum]

“Talking a midnight stroll along the beach?” // @thescaledqueen, from here.

Daryl startles, shuts the notebook he'd been writing in, and lifts his head to face whoever's approached him. Shireen is a surprising sight-- he hadn't pictured her the late night type-- but not exactly unwelcome. If anything, all he feels is flustered; he's never seen her outside the library before, and being in her personal space during her personal time feels terribly... for lack of a better word, personal.

"More like sittin'," is his first response. The waves lap at the shore, creeping ever closer but never enough to reach the blanket he'd laid out. "This is my favourite spot to be around here."

It's a bit of a stroll from the boardwalk, admittedly, but Daryl doesn't like to sit around areas with too many people. The downside of the beach is the culture around it, and the less drunk or high people he's around, the calmer he gets.

He rubs lightly at the back of his neck. "You can sit if you want. Ain't really doin' nothin'."

"What're you doing out this late?"

[born-to-be-mischievous]

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"Alright, squirt, if you stay still, I'll give you $20." Bucky smiled as he booped their son's nose before changing his diaper. Once the baby was changed her carefully picked him up, making sure the thick baby blanket was draped over his left arm so the little one would be comfortable.

It was late, but he didn't mind getting up for the feedings and changings. Slowly, he paced the nursery, gently rocking their son. "You have the best Mama in the world, you know... she's so pretty, brave, and smart."

[strongfuck]

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► from this meme.

Rhys: Don’t worry, I have a permit. Shireen: ...This just says “I can do what I want”.

Shireen: *slams down an absolute doorstopper of a tome* I checked this out weeks ago for a bit of light reading. Rhys: This is light?!

Shireen, jumping out of Rhys's closet: BOO! Rhys: Shireen: Rhys: Shireen: *makes a sad face* Rhys: Ahh! Oh my god! You scared me!

Rhys: You look good in that hoodie. Shireen: You know where else I'd look good? Rhys, zero hesitation: My bed. Shireen, at the same time: By your side- wait, what?

Rhys: Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos- Shireen: I wrote you a poem. Rhys, already crying: You did?

[dragcnlxrd]

"You saved me." {Possibly for the TB verse? You can surprise me}

He looked over at the fallen creature before looking back at her. The bayou at night wasn't someplace one wanted to be caught especially given the certain area she was in. The only reason he made his residence here was simply the fact that it was large enough to accommodate his form when he shifted and no one came out here.

"Yeah, and now I'm going to ask you why you're out in the middle of bumble fuck nowhere this time of night?"

[sxbstantialfxndom]

"Any man who must say 'I am the King' is no true King." @thescaledqueen

Blak-Ur raised an inquisitive eyebrow at Shireen's words.

"I was not the King. Now I am. I am the King of two survivors. It is not much, it is not half of what I expected to reign with. I never wanted... I always dreamed of being a good ruler. Now I will never know the truth of it."

He looked down as he wrestled with his emotions. He didn't want to show weakness to someone whom he truly admired, but Shireen was... Different. She made him want to be an honest man for once, instead of always hiding in the shadows of the forest.

"Can you fault me for not knowing what to do?"

He wondered.

( @thescaledqueen )

[amaidasfairassummer]

TEN FAVOURITE CHARACTERS FROM TEN DIFFERENT FANDOMS!

1. Tyrion Lannister- A Song of Ice and Fire

2. ... Neville Longbottom- Harry Potter (okay I don’t really know who’s my fave for this series it’s too difficult but I tend to just say him)

3. Will or Lyra Will or Lyra Will or Lyra....... okay Lyra Silvertongue- His Dark Materials 

4. Samwise Gamgee- Lord of The Rings 

5. Nikolai Lantsov- Grishaverse 

6. The Captain- Ghosts

7. Lucy Pevensie (or maybe Edmund).... - The Chronicles of Narnia 

8. Rudy Steiner- The Book Thief (there isn’t really a proper fandom for this any more but yeah) 

9. Klaus Baudelaire- A Series of Unfortunate Events

10. Peeta Mellark- The Hunger Games

Tagged by: @rhaigal

Tagging: em @notenoughmuses @musenssang @thescaledqueen @oficecndfyre

[cicatrise]

@thescaledqueen sent: ‘Would it be alright if I hugged you? Would that make you feel safer?’ ► from this meme.

Confusion is the first thing to come to mind, but after that is a quiet gratitude. Ryu can’t remember the last time anyone had ever cared for his well-being, much less a human, and if nothing else that has him relaxing a bit more.

“It’s not my well-being I’m concerned for,” he admits, “but yours. I promised your father I’d keep you safe...” And even if he might’ve made it years ago, Ryu’s a god of his word as much as any (never mind the fact House Baratheon doesn’t know of his deity status to begin with).

He holds his hand out all the same, wordlessly accepting Shireen’s offer. A hug sounds... nice, he decides. A little too human for his tastes, but nice in sentiment all the same.

“This is bad territory, Princess. The sooner dawn comes and we leave, the better.”

[taaboh]

@thescaledqueen // from here.

Despite Takayuki’s memories of being kissed on his bruises as a child, the sight of Ms. Baratheon doing the same thing, however innocent, still makes his heart skip a beat. The gesture’s tender and sweet, like her, and while he’s aware her being an elementary school teacher means she does this sort of thing all the time, it doesn’t stop his mind from short-circuiting briefly anyway.

It’s not very often he gets a kind touch, after all. (It’s not very often he gets kissed, either.)

Maybe it’s selfish, but Takayuki’s fingers curl around Shireen’s hand to keep her there before she notices she’s been holding his a mite too long.

“I got into a fight,” he admits, “I don’t exactly live in the best neighbourhood.” But realising he’s saying this after telling her that Miho’s been living with him, he continues quickly with, “It’s not that bad, though. I just got this alliance of gangs pissed at me for the stupidest reason, so these goons keep jumping me and...”

He should just stop trying to explain it. Every attempt would sound awful by default.

“Uh, I miscalculated a block.” Takayuki clears his throat. “Is how my wrist got like that. It’s not the first time.”

[mxnofhonour]

Casterly Rock II Jaime & Shireen

@thescaledqueen

The cool sea breeze felt good upon his skin, quelling some of the warmth that, as yet, he was not quite accustomed to. Two years in Winterfell had left him hardened against the cold. He had scarcely noticed it by the time they left.

King Bran, after much persuasion from Tyrion, had granted Casterly Rock back into the hands of the Lannisters, allowing Jaime to return to his seat as heir. Of course, his injuries from the Long Night had left him unable to bear any children, but he knew already that the title would pass to Shireen one day.

She sat beside him on the blanket atop the cliffs now, entirely lost in the book she was reading. Since they moved to the Rock and he had given her free reign of the extensive library, she was never without a book in her hand.

"Princess," he says eventually, hand locating his cane that laid on the blanket beside him. "Might you...help me up?"

Learning to walk had been a long and painful process, but he had excelled at it. The maester had told him he would never walk, and yet a year ago now he had regained some movement in his left leg, followed a few moons later by his right.

He doubted he would ever stop being reliant on his cane, but it mattered little. No longer did he feel like quite such a burden on the young princess.

[born-to-be-mischievous]

"You haven't slept for a long time now. " {A concerned Shireen to Bucky: @thescaledqueen}

"Yeah, that happens sometimes. I' used to going without asleep at this point, honestly." Bucky shrugged nonchalantly as he took another sip of his coffee. The nightmares were back, and worse than ever, but he didn't want to worry Shireen.

[strongfuck]

where should you be kissed?

palm.

you give and give. you are a gentle heart, broken but still standing… always lending a hand for those who need it, expecting nothing in return. you deserve someone taking your hand and kissing your open palm, the hands which have selflessly helped so many others.

tagged: @stingslikeabee now u know where mel should kiss him tagging: @auroradicit (kalma), @finalslay (arthur), @phaseshiftings 😳, @thescaledqueen, @love-seared, @therelignedstars, @general-kalani (vince), @irrfahrer, @manaborn, anyone else who sees this and wants to!!

[backwaterscum]

"Unfair's right," Daryl says plainly, squinting a distance down the road and recognising small dots of candle fire. The next town ought to be close enough-- if he's able to hunt enough, they might be able to hitch a ride on some merchant cart headed in the direction of King Stannis' camp.

"All the dangers out in the world, sheltered folks ain't gonna last long."

Especially with the Long Night coming. Not that the kneelers down south seem to care about such things, or else they'd care about more things than figuring out who their "true ruler" ought to be.

"Where I come from, girls learn how to hunt same age as boys do. Fightin', too."

Looking back, he says, "Lords don't got power where I come from, so you gotta fight for what's yours. Don't matter if you got tits or not."

And, dimly, he thinks Shireen would be a more formidable Queen if she could kill her adversaries. But he keeps this thought to himself.

"I might?"

She wondered out loud, letting out a chuckle afterwards. She nodded faintly when he confirmed her suspicions. She couldn't help but smile as she listened to him speak, letting out a laugh after he made that observation about her.

"Do they teach girls these things, wherever you're from?"

She had to ask, because even though he understood certain things about the way the common folk lived, she could tell other things were new to him.

"I- I have lived a very sheltered life. Up until I became a Princess I have only ever seen the capitol and my home on Dragonstone. They do not teach young girls destined to be Ladies or Princesses such things here. Unfair as that may be."

[dragcnlxrd]

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"Beautiful, resilient, strong willed. I've more words but three is the limit".

[sxbstantialfxndom]

❛  hold me closer; i always feel safer when you're with me.  ❜ {@thescaledqueen}

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Blak-Ur smiled, wrapping his arms all the more protectively around his wife. "Then so shall I always be. I will always protect you, my Queen." Blak-Ur vowed as he interlocked their fingers together.

[ofwolvesanddragons]

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"You have nothing to fear from me," Rhaegar said, as he watched the young girl, her father on the other hand. Stannis had much to fear from the Dragon Prince.

"Come, if you are with me, you'll be safe."

[shireentheunburnt]

The Queen and the Princess

The girl wandered the castle, through walls and doors... but not people. That felt... rude somehow. She would move around them as she had when... before father had... Shireen blinked the thoughts away, and looked out the window, almost imagining she could feel the sun beaming in...

This wasn’t where she belonged. She had slipped into this place somehow, and had yet to find out how to leave it again. Perhaps... there was a reason behind it? Shireen grimaced at the thought; more fate. more destiny... Gods, she hoped not. Holding the little stag she had been clutching when she had been seized, glad for the companionship, Shireen’s eyes widened when she saw a lady close by.

A lady... whom reminded her so much of herself...

“Hello,” she called out, before she realised she intended to speak, then shrank back despondently, disappiointed in her own foolishness. No one had ever heard her, and she had stopped trying to engage with the living an age ago. It was not the place of the dead to do so. 

If, indeed, anything of that sort had ever been for her. 

@thescaledqueen