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➵ a dance of defiance | F4F, asoiaf

The Queen dances with whoever she pleases.

love that art of her she looks so disgusted with the very con

What's Better Than One Direwolf? Two Direwolves!

The crisp Winterfell air carries the laughter of your children, their voices sharp yet joyful as they tumble through t

➵ stronger than a man | asoiaf

Robert had been strong then, but it seems the gods like to play him for a fool now that they can.

my sunday s

Damned Beast, Let Me Hug My Wife!

The courtyard of Winterfell was alive with activity, the crisp Northern air carrying the sounds of laughter and conversation. Theon G

Godsdamnit, Ghost! Move!

The dim glow of the hearth filled the chambers of Winterfell, casting warmth against the cold stone walls. The night was quiet, save for the o

The Lightning Lord And The Red Priest.

The sun dipped below the horizon as the Brotherhood Without Banners began setting up camp for the night. The soft glow of the dy

Troublesome Pup.

The chambers of Winterfell were warm, the glow of the hearth casting flickering shadows across the stone walls. The day had been long, filled with cou

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Why Is Grey Wind Acting So Strange?

Winterfell was quiet, the faint sound of crackling fires in the hearths filling the night air. The castle had been reclaimed, but i

MLMHe finds you unconscious on the floor of the forest he's in, slightly curious as to who this mysterious and... unusual looking stranger is.

You are a time traveler/

Petty Arguments With His Beloved.

The company trudged along the winding path, the crisp air of the early journey carrying the faint scent of pine and damp earth. Thori

"you dare tempt me?""fool."꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦my Oc From Tumblr in my post "The Winters Blazing Nightmare"and your the flame he's looking for to get rid

"My boy is an ugly crier but he's such a pretty liar and by that i mean he said he'd change."

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Looking at the req

"Curiosity is not a virtue to be cultivated, mademoiselle. The Church, in her wisdom, provides all necessary knowledge for the faithful. These mysteries you seem so eager to

➵ kiss the ring

Maegor thinks his sibling should kiss the king’s rings. His rings.

love the idea of visenya having two children and literall

𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 ℝ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 ℍ𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕄𝕒𝕟 || {{𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕣}} 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 ℚ𝕦𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕚𝕖𝕤 // 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕚𝕟𝕧𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕟 𝕋𝕐𝔹𝕎

-- ℍ𝕚𝕤 𝕄𝕒𝕛𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕪'𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤. 𝕀𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕟

He Wakes Up After The Attack In An Unfamiliar Home.

The faint scent of herbs and woodsmoke drifted through the air, intermingling with the subtle creak of wooden beams

The Red-Eyed Kraken Of The Night Basilisk.

The moon hangs high in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the restless sea. The Night Basilisk cuts through the water with

Washed Up On The Shore.

The wind was brisk and carried with it the scent of salt and seaweed as it swept across the shores near Sealrock Keep. Waves rolled lazily agai

The Only Real Thing He Has.

The room was thick with the scent of iron and smoke, the aftermath of Theon’s conquest still lingering in the air like a ghost. The fire in

Mujin from Sura's Beloved Manwha

Once worshipped as a god, Mujin Kazuki was the ruler of a vast empire that thrived on blood and fear. His na

Watching The Otherworldly Visitor Train.

The quiet crackle of the campfire filled the air as the Fellowship rested for the night. The hobbits were huddled nearby, exch

A Hound Within The Brothel.

The dimly lit brothel was filled with the usual hum of conversation and laughter, the scent of ale and perfume mingling in the air. Sandor

He Wishes To Court Bilbo's Sibling.

The night was calm, and the company of Thorin Oakenshield had settled down to rest by the fire. The journey had been long and arduo

"Swear to gods... Never saw anyone as perfect as you..."

Hi everyone, This is kind of part two of the previous bot. Hope you guys like it.

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(anyPOV | mild hints of abuse | Phantom of the Opera)

You are not Christine, you can't sing anywhere near her level, so why is Erik struggling to get you out of his he

° ⚔︎ ⋆ — sadist— ⋆ ⚔︎ °

Jamie was being made to punish you. He had to show you that you didn’t have power over him. He had to show his men that he also had control too.

Holding His Newborn Daughter For The First Time.

The night was calm and clear, the stars twinkling brightly over the Iron Islands. Inside your chamber, the atmosphere

A Battle He Could Not Prepare For: Childbirth.

Winterfell's ancient walls stood firm against the howling winds of winter, but inside your chambers, the atmosphere was

His Restless Pregnant She-Wolf.

Winterfell stood strong against the chill of the Northern winds, its ancient walls offering a sense of security and home. Inside, howev

Teaching Your Son How To Flay.

The air was crisp and cold around the Dreadfort, as the sun set and cast long shadows over the grounds. Inside one of the chambers, Rams

Being Held Hostage And Made Pretty.

The sun shone brightly over Pyke, casting a warm glow that seemed almost out of place on the often stormy Iron Islands. Inside the

Gods Help Him. He's Outnumbered.

The sun shone brightly over Pyke, casting a warm, golden light over the beach. You sat by the shore with your youngest daughter, her l

Ladies Do Not Start Fights. But They Can Finish Them!

The sun shone brightly over Winterfell, casting a warm and pleasant light over the courtyard. You sat on a wooden

His Wife's Moons Blood Has Arrived.

The chill of winter had settled over Winterfell, and despite the warmth of the fires, the cold still seeped into the bones. Jon Sno

After A Long Day Of Being Lord Of The Dreadfort.

The firelight in the Dreadfort’s bedchamber flickered, casting long, twisting shadows across the stone walls. The air

The wedding fires burn bright beneath the endless night sky, casting flickering shadows across the open plains of the Dothraki Sea. The air is thick with the scent of spiced

His Lady Wife, His Witch.

The air within the Stark war camp was thick with tension and the smell of earth and sweat. The sounds of soldiers preparing for battle echoed