Hannah Dodd As Francesca Bridgerton In BRIDGERTON (Season 3)

cont. from here , @sickfcks

her   fingers   clench   at   her   side,    unable   to   avoid   the   way   they   curl   into   fists,    an   urge   to   ball   them   up   completely   and   swing   without   a   secondary   thought.    but   she   was   meant   to   be   behaving,    a   guest   there   for   the   night   at   the   behest   of   punk,    it   wouldn't   do   her        –       or   him        –        any   good   if   she   went   'round   handing   out   black   eyes   to   everyone   that   got   on   her   nerves.    instead   she   lets   out   a   long   exhale   of   breath,    willing   to   allow   him   to   walk   away   without   saying   a   word,    until   he   continues   to   speak.    continues   to   poke   and   prod   at   her   to   the   point   where   dark   eyes   flicker   up   to   his   face. 

“   he's   not   the   boss   of   me.   ”        a   careful   glance   away   over   to   where   punk's   leaning   over   the   catering   table,    before   she   swats   his   hand   away   from   her   chin,    and   presses   a   manicured   nail   into   his   chest.        “   don't   call   me   baby,    either.   ”        dictating   her   own   terms,    as   her   finger   drags   up   his   chest,    before   her   fingers   curl   into   his   beard   and   yank   at   the   hair,    bringing   him   down   a   few   inches.        “   we   can   talk   now   just   fine,    can't   we?    doesn't   look   like   you're   all   that   busy   right   now.   ” 

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gold dust woman by fleetwood mac vs cassandra by florence + the machine in a battle of which song is more helaena

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"When the Prince of Dragonstone took his dragon back into the cold autumn sky, he did so with the knowledge that he had won three powerful lords and all their bannerman for his mother..."

"...Prince Jacaerys had proved himself a man, and a worthy heir to the Iron Throne."

Independent Jacaerys Velaryon from Fire & Blood, book and headcanon based with slight show influences. Written by Nadia.

Promo Credit: CaliRPH

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heppy wednesday from ur local sleepy vet med nurse

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ* ARRANGED MARRIAGE SENTENCE STARTERS 3.0

arranged marriage themed starters based on this, only revamped and with many added lines! change pronouns, names, or make any other adaptations as needed!

UNHAPPY MATCHES

❝ I would rather die than marry the likes of you. ❞

❝ I will run away! I won’t accept this marriage! ❞

❝ I cannot accept this. I will not marry them – my heart belongs to someone else. ❞

❝ Please – please do not make me wed them! ❞

❝ Anyone else would be better! Please, I know you can find me a better match! ❞

❝ I will never love you! ❞

❝ It isn’t fair! I don’t even know them! ❞

❝ Why him? Can't I marry [name] instead? ❞

❝ He doesn't want me, nor I him. Why force us to marry? ❞

❝ Find me another bride. Any other bride. ❞

❝ I don't want to marry him and go to the other side of the realm, away from everything and everyone I have ever known. ❞

❝ She is not the bride I want. You know that. ❞

❝ She is as pretty as a painting, and lovely in every sense, I'm sure. So give her to a husband who will love her, and let me have the one my heart desires. ❞

❝ I agreed to it for an alliance, and her family failed to deliver. I will not marry her. ❞

❝ I'm a prince of the realm, even if I'm not heir to the throne. This match is beneath me. ❞

❝ I will not accept a bride that is not of our lineage. Our ancient blood is not to be mixed with the blood of other men. ❞

❝ Why must I marry the enemy for the sake of an alliance? Why am I the adequate sacrifice to make? ❞

❝ She hates me, she hates all of our family, and for good reason. Don't make me marry her. ❞

❝ My entire family is dead because of his. His entire family is dead because of mine. Do you truly believe marrying us will be enough? ❞

❝ Joining our two bloodlines solves nothing. There is no undoing the bloodshed between us. ❞

❝ He loved her. He will never love me. ❞

❝ Go through with it and you're sentencing him to death. I do not jest when I say I will rid myself of him sooner or later. ❞

DUTY

❝ Do not touch me! I only married you for duty, stay away from me! ❞

❝ I shall fulfill my duty, but that is all. Please do not touch me unless you must. ❞

❝ I do not care what you want, we did not marry out of love. ❞

❝ We are only marrying because I need an heir. What you do and with who beyond that does not matter to me. ❞

❝ Even though I have been told this would be my duty my entire life, I still can’t quite accept it. ❞

❝ You knew this day would come. People like us only marry for duty, dear. ❞

❝ Love is not the priority for the likes of us. ❞

❝ Marrying for love is a delusion. ❞

❝ Ours is a union of duty. You would do well to remember that. ❞

❝ Every good child knows: duty before your heart’s desire. ❞

❝ I shall marry you only because I must. ❞

❝ Even if we married for duty, our union can still become one of true love. ❞

❝ Duty brought us together, but it is love that will make this bearable. ❞

❝ I do not have to like it, only to fulfill my duty. ❞

❝ I know you wouldn't have chosen me, as I wouldn't have chosen you. But it's our duty to see this through. ❞

❝ I have to place duty first. It's what is expected of me. ❞

❝ I have been betrothed to him for years. I have to do my duty, even if I yearn to be with you instead. ❞

❝ This will be more bearable if we both fulfill our duties. ❞

❝ I am not what you wanted, but I swear to you I shall fulfill my duties as your husband as well as I can — and leave you alone as much as you wish, should that be your preference. ❞

LOVE

❝ Love can be built, too. And if you’re willing, I would like to try and learn to love you. ❞

❝ I do not care about power and wealth. I want to marry for love. ❞

❝ A marriage is a marriage – love or arranged. Both require the same level of commitment. ❞

❝ My father used to say the strongest loves are built by choice, not by chance. ❞

❝ Do you believe in love at first sight? I think I’m already in love with you. ❞

❝ You will learn to love. You have to be determined to grow a love that will sustain your marriage for a lifetime.  ❞

❝ We were friends once, do you remember? I know much has happened since, but there was fondness between us before. Perhaps there may yet be love, one day. ❞

❝ I know there is blood and war between us, that we have both lost much, but I do not wish for either of us to feel like this union is a prison. I wish for love — or respect, at the very least. ❞

❝ We are the last ones alive after years of war. This match was meant to unify our enemy bloodlines and end the conflict, no more — so why is it I find myself caring for you? ❞

❝ Your mother and I married for love, but we are the exception, not the rule. ❞

❝ I want to elope, like mother and father did. ❞

❝ We are already betrothed — why not marry right now? ❞

❝ We were meant for each other from the moment we were born. I would make you my wife right this instant, should that be your wish. ❞

❝ I hadn't dared dream an arranged match would find me a wife I now love more than life itself. ❞

❝ If I believed such things, I would say we were always meant to be. ❞

❝ My betrothed is sweet — but I long for deep, passionate, all-consuming love, not sweet. ❞

❝ If you want my love, show me your devotion. ❞

❝ Is it evil that I'm unsure I can love him? He is perfectly suitable, but... ❞

❝ I do not think he can love me. We get along well enough, but something is missing. ❞

❝ We have fire in our blood. There will never be love between us if he fears the flames. ❞

❝ The sea is in our blood. He can only love me if he is brave enough to navigate the waves. ❞

❝ We are rulers of the skies. How could he ever love someone who lacks her own wings? ❞

STRIFE

❝ You refuse me to give yourself to a peasant?! ❞

❝ I understand not wanting me, but favoring a commoner instead? I should kill him for daring to get close to you. ❞

❝ You are mine now. Act properly. ❞

❝ Who you loved before is meaningless. We are married now, and your lover will remain in the past. ❞

❝ I am your wife! I will not be humiliated like this. ❞

❝ Do not forget who I am, my lord. Married though we may be, I'm a crown princess still — and my family shall not take kindly to you mistreating me. ❞

❝ Am I so inadequate as your wife that you need to seek another's bed? ❞

❝ I know peace and politics dictated our marriage, but must you avoid me so? ❞

❝ Leave me be. I fulfill my marital duties as required, but I am not bound to give anything more. ❞

❝ You did not want me, and I did not want you. We agreed on that. So why are you so offended I enjoy the company of another when you yourself do the same? ❞

❝ What do you wish of me, husband? Is it not enough to have the last of my living kin locked in her chambers? To sit the throne you have taken from my father? What more can you desire from me? ❞

❝ I hate this place. It will never be home, and I will never love you. ❞

❝ You are my wife. I would not see my lady wife looking miserable for all court to see. ❞

❝ You are my queen. Do you realize how many other maidens would kill to be in your place, even as you sulk about it? ❞

❝ My own brother, taking my wife to bed? I did not expect such a betrayal from the two of you. ❞

❝ My sister was the better option, I know. You would have preferred she was the one given to you, but alas, we cannot always have what we want. ❞

❝ The man I most despise in this world, and you see it fit to spend time in his company?! I cannot accept it from my betrothed. ❞

❝ You are my betrothed. I would know what you were doing with him. ❞

❝ My lord should know I will not take kindly to mistresses once we are wedded. ❞

❝ You are mine — or will be, soon enough. Do not dare even look at another. ❞

❝ This was my home once, and you ruined it. ❞

ARRANGEMENTS

❝ You will not give my only child to that monster! ❞

❝ It's insulting that you would even suggest a match so beneath my daughter. ❞

❝ She is a princess. She won’t be wed to someone lesser. ❞

❝ You marry our daughter to whomever you desire, when my corpse is cold in my grave, husband. ❞

❝ He will marry the one we chose, not that peasant! ❞

❝ Wed your son to my daughter, or my daughter to your son — better yet, both. Our bloodlines should be joined as one. ❞

❝ Our daughters and your sons. Wouldn't it be lovely to have them wedded? ❞

❝ My granddaughter should sooner slit that man's throat than share his bed. I should advise her to do just that. ❞

❝ My daughter will marry him, for the good of the realm. I do not care how old he is. ❞

❝ You will do as you’re told and marry them! ❞

❝ We picked the best match available for you. ❞

❝ It is the best we managed. I am sorry you don’t like them, but there was no other way. ❞

❝ You are a princess. You will have to agree to a match eventually. ❞

❝ There are so many good proposals! How come none is to your tastes? ❞

❝ Our bloodline must continue, and for that, you need to marry and have heirs. ❞

❝ I will never let them ship you off to a stranger. ❞

❝ You will not be sold for power like I was. ❞

❝ I won’t let them trade you for their alliance! ❞

❝ The arrangement was made when you were both still children. It is much too late to go back on it. ❞

❝ Only kings would be worthy of you. We will accept no less on your behalf. ❞

❝ It is a good match, better than expected. You will marry her. ❞

❝ My daughter will not marry him. I do not care that he's a prince, nor that it could aid in building peace. That boy will not have her. ❞

❝ I do not care if you would go through with it. I would die before letting that boy have you — better yet, I would rather kill him. ❞

❝ They did not honor their word. I know that for years you expected to marry him, but we are calling off the betrothal. ❞

❝ She will make a fine queen and a fine mother. And she is the only adequate match for you besides, whether you like it or not. ❞

❝ We need to find a suitable match for her, before she brings dishonor upon herself. ❞

❝ They have been betrothed for years. It is time we marry them, I should think. ❞

❝ You shall be wedded soon. His claim will be more secure with suitable heirs of his own. ❞

BEGINNINGS

❝ You are not at all what I imagined. ❞

❝ I know you hold no love for me. How could you when we are practically strangers? And I know we may never come to love each other, but we can at least be friends. ❞

❝ The descriptions I heard did not do justice to your beauty. ❞

❝ You are lovely. I am lucky you are to be wed to me. ❞

❝ I must admit I expected far worse from an arranged marriage. ❞

❝ I want to know you better if we are to be wed. Tell me about the things you like. ❞

❝ Am I not what you expected? ❞

❝ You seem disappointed… I may not be as handsome as you expected, but I shall never treat you unkindly. ❞

❝ This is your home too, now. You are free to go wherever you wish. ❞

❝ How odd we have been betrothed for so long but never saw each other before our wedding day. ❞

❝ It's good, to finally put a face to the name I heard spoken so often. ❞

❝ What can I possibly do to thaw the ice surrounding my lovely bride? ❞

❝ I have not seen you smile since we met, princess. What grave sin have I committed to be met with such derision? ❞

❝ I loathe to admit that even your traitor's blood cannot diminish how beautiful you are. ❞

❝ Beautiful, as well as clever. Were you not the usurper's daughter, I may have come to love you. ❞

❝ So very charming. Were you not sitting my father's throne, I may have taken some liking to you. ❞

❝ We've met before, I know, I know. But can we not make this a new beginning? ❞

❝ I should like to put our differences behind us, difficult though it may be. We are to be wedded, after all. Let this be a new beginning. ❞

❝ I hope, in time, this will be your home. ❞

❝ Know that I shall fulfill every duty to you, as your wife. ❞

❝ I know there are prettier brides, but I'll do all that is expected of me most dutifully. ❞

THE MATCHED

❝ In just a few days I will be wed to someone I never met. ❞

❝ It's so odd to think my entire life will change so fast. A person I don’t even know, bound to me for life. ❞

❝ I know they plan to marry me off to someone soon, even if no one said a thing yet. ❞

❝ How could you agree to this without even asking me what I want? ❞

❝ I do not wish to leave home. My betrothed lives in such a different place… ❞

❝ We have been promised to each other for years, and yet we have never met. ❞

❝ They are deciding your life for you! How can you simply accept it?! ❞

❝ There is no reason to make a fuss. I have known for years that someday I would be married to some stranger my family found suitable. ❞

❝ What do you think your betrothed will be like? ❞

❝ Who do you think they'll marry us to? ❞

❝ What do you think of your betrothed so far? You two seemed to get along. ❞

❝ He is so gallant! I hope they choose him for me. ❞

❝ Wouldn't she make a lovely bride? I would not mind marrying her. ❞

❝ I begged mother to marry [name] instead, but she didn't do anything to change my fate. ❞

❝ I begged them to marry you instead. I know we could have been happy together. ❞

❝ I'm glad you are the one they chose for me. ❞

❝ Were it anyone else, I might rebel. You, I shall gladly marry. ❞

❝ We have been promised for years. Shouldn't we be married already? ❞

❝ I know it is the way of things, but to have a betrothal announced like that... I wasn't expecting it. ❞

❝ He was wedded once before. How can I ever live up to the wife he had before? ❞

❝ What is my betrothed like? ❞

❝ Do I have any say on it? At least give me options and allow me to choose. ❞

FOR THE FAMILIES

❝ Through them, we shall finally join our bloodlines! ❞

❝ Our children make quite the pair. I am glad they seem to get along so easily. ❞

❝ It's a bitter thing, to join hands after everything. More bitter still that it is at the cost of my child's happiness. ❞

❝ Pray your child treats mine well. I will not abide anything less. ❞

❝ He is kind, brave, gentle, strong. Your daughter will be in good hands. ❞

❝ She makes a lovely bride. Lovelier than he deserves. ❞

❝ Poison would be best, but hard to come by. Slit his throat in his sleep and rid yourself of the filth they forced you to marry. ❞

❝ I cannot do as you wish, my love. That decision is beyond me. ❞

❝ As women, we control so little of our fate. ❞

❝ You will one day be his lady, and occupy my place as head of the house alongside your lord husband. A great responsibility, but one I know you shall bear well. ❞

❝ My daughter is what I have of most precious. I pray you cherish her as she deserves. ❞

❝ No alliance will make me accept you as family. You are undeserving of my child. ❞

❝ The king may have ruled in favor of this match, but I have half a mind to slay you where you stand before you can get anywhere near my daughter. ❞

❝ I don't care for peace, I will not give my daughter to the likes of you. ❞

❝ My son will have a fitting queen. Nothing less will suffice. ❞

❝ Sweetling, there's no need for tears. We may not marry for love, but we learn to bear it. ❞

❝ My gentle boy. Would that you could live the romance your heart yearns for. ❞

❝ This will be hard, but if anyone can make it work, I know you can, my child. ❞

❝ None of us could hope to be half as charming as you. If you wish to gain your husband's affection, I'm certain you will succeed. ❞

❝ Do you truly think I'd let my child be married to a monster? Of course I got rid of him. ❞

❝ There is bad blood between our families, but I promise you shall never be treated unkindly here. ❞

❝ Now that you two are wedded, I am hoping for grandchildren soon. ❞

AMBITION AND ALLIANCES

❝ A title is all I am to you. Don't pretend otherwise. ❞

❝ You married me for my claim, I know that! I just thought, given time, we could grow to be fond of each other. ❞

❝ Remember what is at stake. Peace relies on our union. ❞

❝ Both our lands benefit from our match – and I know you will be a good queen. ❞

❝ We were wed for an alliance, but this doesn’t need to be terrible. We can at least be friends. ❞

❝ I married you for your title. I do not care for love. ❞

❝ It would be naive to think a single union will end decades of conflict. This is just the beginning. ❞

❝ They found me someone rich to marry! I will finally have everything I want. ❞

❝ I do not care my betrothed is not handsome – I only care that he is rich. ❞

❝ With this match, I will be queen. ❞

❝ Our marriage strengthens your claim. They cannot quest your heirs, undoubtedly of pure, old blood. ❞

❝ I would marry anyone to become royalty. ❞

❝ This will save our house from doom. ❞

❝ Our son remains unmarried. We may yet use this to form a valuable alliance. ❞

❝ What we decide here is the future of the realm. It needs to be a carefully considered match. ❞

❝ You gained a bride of undisputed lineage for your son. We gained a crown for our daughter. A superb arrangement for all involved, I dare say. ❞

IMPOSSIBLE LOVES

❝ My heart is yours, but we cannot be together. My family would never agree to a match like this. ❞

❝ I too am in love with someone else, but they will never allow me to marry my beloved. Why don’t we make an agreement? ❞

❝ The match is already made but I cannot accept it. I love you! ❞

❝ It is you I love! I could not bear to be with them instead. ❞

❝ Marrying them will give the realm peace. I have to agree to the match, even if you are the one I truly love. ❞

❝ I will never love him as much as I love you. ❞

❝ You would be my choice — but you know the choice is not mine to make. ❞

❝ I'm the heir to the throne. I cannot give up on everything for love. ❞

❝ My father wrote. He said... he said — I am to be married. To — oh gods, he wants to marry me to your brother. ❞

❝ Marry me. I care not if you are beneath my station, I want you. ❞

❝ Would you still have me? I love you, but I know the match made for you would be better. ❞

❝ If you do love me as I love you, marry me. Now. ❞

❝ They cannot make me marry him if we are married already. ❞

❝ You're a prince. We can surely find someone who will agree to wed us if you ask. ❞

❝ Marry me. Your betrothed can do nothing if I've already taken you to wife. ❞

❝ I'll duel him for your hand. ❞

❝ They already whisper about us. Why deny ourselves the pleasure when we're already condemned for the sin? ❞

❝ Only a [family name] can love a [family name]. ❞

❝ As much as I love you, I have nothing. I could give you nothing but my love. ❞

❝ If I can't have you, I shall love only the gods. ❞

❝ If I cannot have her, I shall take no wife and father no children. ❞

❝ Do you have any idea of how torturous that would be? To see you every day, knowing you can never be mine? ❞

❝ I'll make you mine. I won't let you be given to anyone else. ❞

❝ Take no wife. Refuse it. Even if we cannot marry, stay with me. ❞

❝ Promise me you'll never love her. Promise me your heart will remain mine. ❞

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she   should   not   have   spoken,    a   fact   that   rings   so   painfully   within   her   temples   as   she   watches   his   attention   turn   to   her        –        as   she   watches   eyes   that   had   forgotten   about   her   flicker   back   with   life   at   remembrance   of   her   in   the   corner.    it   was   a   mistake   she   made   often   enough   now,    the   reminder   that   as   a   bastard   she   was   meant   to   be   not   seen   nor   heard,    whereas   the   position   she'd   been   so   used   to   had   been   anything   but;    a   lady   of   her   standing   was   used   to   being   present   and   in   center,    used   to   having   eyes   upon   her        .   .   .        sansa   would've   given   anything   to   slink   back   into   the   shadow   of   the   corner   of   the   chamber   now,       back   into   the   forgottenness   of   her   seat,    to   where   littlefinger   had   told   her   to   play   her   role   as   little   mouse   to   listen   and   little   else. 

“   father   does   not   wish   for   me   to   sit   with   you.   ”        she   replies   coolly,    placid   as   her   gaze   shifts   back   to   her   embroidery.    it   was   easier   to   not   look   at   him,    to   not   acknowledge   features   that   held   a   sickening   familiarity   she   could   not   explain        –        looking   at   him   made   her   think   of   robb.   of   bran   and   rickon.   in   her   trailing   thoughts,    she   forgets   the   placement   of   her   needle;    forgets   that   which   her   hands   know   better   than   all   else,    and   before   sansa   can   stop   it   from   happening,    her   needle   plunges   into   the   soft   flesh   of   her   index   finger. 

embroidery   clatters   to   the   floor   as   if   it's   bitten   her,    metal   sticking   from   porcelain   digit,   before   she   plucks   it   out   and   sticks   the   pad   between   her   lips,    brows   wrought   together.    a   shake   of   her   head,    a   moment        –        or   is   it   several?    before   sansa,    no,   alayne,    lifts   blue   eyes   to   meet   maron's   once   more.        “   my   opinions   hold   no   weight   here,    they   are   as   useful   as   the   difference   between   whether   you   choose   to   do   something   based   off   of   your   indiscrimination   or   your   indifference,    lord   greyjoy.    which   is   to   say        .   .   .        not   at   all.   ”

she   shifts   up   from   her   seat,    stretching   long   legs   from   where   they'd   been   tucked   so   gracefully   underneath   her   as   she   stands   to   full   height   before   bending   just   as   carefully   to   retrieve   her   embroidery.    with   it   in   hand   once   again,    she   sits   down   in   the   chair   petyr   had   previously   occupied.        “   what   has   he   promised   you?   ”        no   fineries,    no   sweet,    simpering   smile;        she   doesn't   play   that   game   anymore.        “   in   his   letters   to   get   you   here,    what   deal   has   he   offered   that   you   found   so   entrancing   to   brave   the   probability   that   he   would   not   simply   have   you   thrown   from   the   moon   door?   ” 

HE SHOULDN'T BE HERE . far removed from all he knows and all he's comfortable with , strangely in the hands of a man he knew not to trust . what had driven him to answer Baelish's invitation , the young Salt Prince couldn't say anymore . curiosity , perhaps . the scent of a chance he'd be stupid not to take ; the scent of an offer he might benefit from . home was far behind him , usurped and out of reach , and allies were few and far between . . . and while he only vaguely remembered the man from the few times Stannis had brought him to court , he knew better than to underestimate Littlefinger . a man with a liar's tongue and the morals of a sewer rat didn't survive in the world without cleverness . and it was the clever people , one shouldn't insult .

all the way through the long and daunting conversations , he had shoved the notion from his head that nothing but thin air lay below his feet for miles upon miles . he had swallowed the unease and erased the memory of his fall , down , down into the abyss the day Robert Baratheon had laid siege to Pyke and life as he knew it had ended . to say the Eyrie unnerved him would be an understatement . and still , the Greyjoy sat , apparently calm , listening , conversing . . . breathing a sigh of relief at Baelish's laughter to his last statement and the view of his back leaving the room , to find a servant . more wine . more food . more everything .

what he had not expected , was a voice piping up from a corner of the room he had almost forgotten about .

quiet , busy with her work until now , he had initially noticed her and still looked somewhat surprised to eventually hear her speak . the name had slipped his mind , but her connection to Littlefinger had not . and that , perhaps had been the most surprising aspect of it all . brows arched , his bright , ocean - blue eyes settling on her petite form in a way most would describe as unsettling , but his voice remained a calm singsong . " ah , but indiscriminately is not quite the same as a lack of thought and care , is it ? " he tilted his head ever so lightly . " just because I'd be willing to kill anyone does not mean I wish to kill everyone . the Vale is quite safe , my lady . no worries . "

those he wished to see dead were plundering the Reach after all . far enough from the kraken's grasp , no matter how long it stretched its tentacles .

" why won't you sit with us ? take part in the conversation ? " a gesture towards one of the empty chairs at the table , and a touch of a smile in the corners of his lips . cocky , no doubt . self - assured . for but a moment , one perhaps could see the likeness between him and Theon , were it not for the fact that unlike his younger brother , Maron breathed and lived Ironborn . he smiled and spoke calmly , washing a feeling of ease and humor into these godforsaken halls , but underneath it all lingered an undercurrent and the unpredictable nature of the sea . " after all , it seems like you have some opinions yourself . "

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𓉸ྀི kiss & tell ; accepting .

@worthyheir said : wiping away your lover’s tears as you kiss them.

she   had   not   mean   to   disturb   him.    a   fact   that   mattered   little   now,    but   one   that   she   would   cling   to   later    –    indefinitely.    far   be   it   from   sansa   to   disrupt   anyone   choosing   the   sanctity   of   winterfell's   godswood   to   hear   their   tears        –        had   she   not   so   often   done   the   same?    it   was   quiet,    a   calm   place   that   enveloped   and   listened;    offered   a   gentle   lull   of   wooded   branches   and   dribbling   pond   water        .   .   .        and   was   one   of   the   few   places   one   could   find   a   moment   of   peace   alone.    she   had   intended   to   allow   him   his,    her   hand   gripped   tighter   around   the   leash   that   held   lady   to   her   side,    before   the   leather   slipped   from   her   gloved   hand   and   lithe   direwolf   paws   were   bounding   across   the   godswood. 

sansa   had   done   her   best   at   rushing   after   her,    but   it'd   been   too   little   too   late;    lady   nuzzled   into   the   prince's   side,    there'd   been   little   choice   but   to   look   at   him.    for   stark   grey   eyes   to   flash   across   his   sadness   and   threaten   to   well   with   tears   of   her   own.    in   her   head   she   can   hear   her   brothers   chiding   her,    can   almost   hear   her   father's   low   laugh   at   how   easy   it   is   to   make   his   daughter   cry;    the   poor,    little   thing.    but   they   aren't   here,    they   were   rotting   away   in   the   wolf's   den,    and   cregan   had   never   said   an   ill   word   about   her   sensitivities. 

all   thoughts   of   grabbing   lady's   lead   are   forgotten   as   she   sinks   into   the   snow   before   him,    no   concern   for   the   cold   nor   her   dress,    nimble   fingers   slipped   from   the   fine   leather   gloves        –        winter   chill   nips   at   porcelain   digits   as   sansa   pulls   him   to   her.        “you   don't   need   to   face   this   alone.”        she   murmurs   softly,    curling   arms   around   his   shoulders,    holding   him   as   tightly   as   she   can   manage.        “you   aren't   alone.”        a   beat,    a   gentle   inhale   and   exhale   before   she   shifts   away   just   enough   to   curl   a   hand   onto   his   cheek,    brushing   tears   away   with   her   thumb   as   she   presses   a   kiss   to   his   forehead.    as   if   on   cue,    lady   nudges   up   from   his   side,    lapping   away   large   tongue   at   his   cheek        –        before   sansa   quietly   brushes   her   away   once   more   and   offers   jace   a   gentle   smile. 

“it   would   appear   i   have   competition   from   my   own   companion   for   you.”       a   lightly   cracked   joke   as   she   shifts   ever   closer,    drying   his   cheeks   with   soft   palms.        “what   do   you   need?”        

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for   the   years   she'd   spent   arguing   with   her   siblings   just   to   get   one   of   them   to   allow   her   to   use   them   for   this   very   purpose,    it   was   nice   to   not   have   to   spend   hours   convincing   someone   that   just   because   they   were   wearing   a   skirt   didn't   mean   anything.    that   sansa   had   only   needed   to   see   the   way   it   draped   across   a   body   that   wasn't   her   own,    that   it   held   no   other   connotations.    ty   was   an   angel,    of   that   she   was   certain.    wide,    beaming   smile   as   her   hands   gently   smooth   out   the   skirt   on   his   hips,    observing   the   fabric   before   she   leans   closer   to   press   a   kiss   to   his   cheek.        “   thank   you,       i   know   it's   not   your   normal   style,    but       .   .   .       i   needed   to   see   it   on   someone.   ”        deft   fingers   carefully   pull   a   stray   string   from   his   shoulder,    before   her   hand   settles   to   rest   upon   it.        “   i   think   you   look   great,     very   handsome.   ”

‎ִ   ‎🏆   ׄ   ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉʳ ᶜᵃˡˡ     ⎯⎯     ᶠᵉᵃᵗ. ˢᵃⁿˢᵃ ˢᵗᵃʳᵏ.   ‎ִ     ⌣

       “     okay     .....      -       i   was   a   little   ‘  iffy  ‘   on   the   whole   long   skirt   thing    ,      but   honestly     ?      ⁱ ᵈⁱᵍ ⁱᵗ.       “        a   360   turn   around   before   i   looked   over   at   her     ,     smile   plastered   on   my   face.      when   you’re   a   model      ,       you   were   BOUND   to   be   your   fashion   designer   girlfriends    guinea    pig.  

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a plotted starter for @sunfyred

for   the   longest   time,    sansa   had   thought   this   day   would   never   come.    her   position   in   the   north   had   changed   the   day   her   father   was   imprisoned,    her   freedom   no   longer   a   matter   that   rested   in   his   hands,    but   rather   in   the   hands   of   her   cousin,    cregan.    bennard   stark's   plotting   had   not   ceased   at   just   holding   onto   the   lordship   of   house   stark,    but   rather   had   extended   far   greater   than   his   nephew   could   have   ever   imagined        –       a   matter   that   had   been   kept   quiet   and   secret   still.    long   had   he   sought   power   and   glory,    long   were   the   lengths   he   was   willing   to   go   to   achieve   it,    even   if   it   had   meant   sending   his   only   daughter   from   winterfell's   halls.    she'd   been   raised   as   was   befitting   a   highborn   lady,    prim       –       proper,       exceptionally   well   -   behaved   when   her   brothers   were   not   teasing   her   or   drawing   her   ire,    made   into   the   perfect   offering   of   a   wife   to   viserys   targaryen's   firstborn   son. 

it'd   taken   an   extended   effort   to   free   her   from   winterfell,    a   jointed   effort   between   sansa's   own   lady   mother   and   the   hightowers,    a   planned   trip   to   visit   her   mother's   family   in   karhold,    wherein   sansa   and   lady   margaret   had   boarded   a   ship   and   sailed   from   the   shivering   sea   to   blackwater   bay.    it'd   not   been   an   easy   journey,    so   many   days   on   board   a   ship   that   she   swore   her   stomach   had   turned   as   often   as   the   tides,    but   she   had   survived   it.    had   survived   the   uncertain   eyes   at   the   port        –       and   had   been   far   more   thankful   than   she   had   ever   been   when   her   feet   had   touched   sturdy,    dry   land. 

but   if   she   were   meant   to   feel   less   nerves,    her   stomach   had   not   received   the   memo;    freshly   bathed   and   fed,    dressed   in   a   soft   grey   gown   of   lace   and   velvet,    sansa   had   been   directed   into   the   throne   room,    directed   forward   to   stand   underneath   the   watchful   gaze   of   far   too   many   eyes.    she   hadn't   known   much   of   her   husband   -   to   -   be;    rumors   from   the   south   did   not   oft   travel   well   north,    and   save   for   what   her   father   had   allowed   her   to   know   of   aegon        –        that   he   was   a   handsome,    targaryen   king,    named   after   the   conqueror   himself        –        she'd   come   into   the   room   as   uncertain   and   unsure   as   one   could   have   possibly   been. 

good   manners   dictate   that   she   sink   into   a   bow,    a   graceful   curtsy   with   steel   grey   hues   downturned   to   the   floor;    she   counts   seconds   in   her   head,       soft,    delicate   numbers,    until   she   finally   exhales   a   breath   and   stands   tall   once   more,    allowing   her   eyes   to   flicker   up   from   the   floor   to   land   on   the   man   who   sits   the   throne   before   her.    her   heart   skips   a   subtle   beat,    a   gentle   flush   of   pink   settling   across   the   apples   of   her   porcelain   cheeks           –        the   letters   hadn't   been   wrong   about   aegon   being   handsome.    his   eyes   a   shade   of   purple   that   sansa   longed   to   get   lost   in,    the   expression   on   his   features   one   she   cannot   precisely   read,    but   one   she   finds   herself   all   the   more   intrigued   by. 

a   smile   curls   onto   her   lips,    warm   and   sweet,    as   her   hands   smooth   out   the   skirt   of   her   gown.        “   it   is   a   pleasure   to   meet   you,    your   grace.       although   i   fear   my   father's   words   may   have       .   .   .       downplayed   certain   aspects   of   the   capital.   ” 

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THE SOUNDS OF NIGHTMARES SENTENCE STARTERS .

a collection of roleplay / writing prompts , lifting quotes from " the sounds of nightmares " podcast based in the little nightmares universe .

" the look on your face says there's more on your mind . "

" would you like to talk about it ? "

" how are you feeling today ? "

" do you remember your nightmares ? "

" i remember ... everything . "

" i'm not sure that's true . "

" i woke up somewhere i didn't belong . "

" i don't quite follow . "

" can you try to explain ? "

" you can't understand . not unless you were there . "

" hey ! where are we ?! "

" they aren't children . not at all . "

" my mind was divided , and that's not fair to you . "

" everything is going to get worse from here . "

" help me ! please help me ! "

" who brought me here ? "

" i'll do everything i can to help you . "

" there's nothing bad inside you . nothing . "

" we're in this together . "

" take your pick . "

" sweets for my sweet . "

" do you know a way out of here ? "

" what are you working on ? "

" we're friends . friends tell each other things . "

" i'll play with you . "

" don't overdo it . "

" you were right there ! don't tell me you did nothing ! "

" you're upset with me , aren't you ? "

" are you going to leave ? like all the others ? "

" whatever you desire , it's yours . "

" everyone needs someone . "

" don't leave me alone ! "

" are you still angry with me ? "

" i'll protect you . "

" i hate being alone . "

" i understand more than you think . "

" you mean to escape , don't you ? "

" you're being unfair . "

" i can't help you if you hide things from me . "

" why did you bring me here ? "

" what do you want ? "

" why didn't you tell me ? "

" you promised me . "

" i don't feel like talking . "

" you never listen . "

" we can face these monsters together . "

" i need you . "

" i have nothing more to give . "

" take my hand again . "

" you abandoned me . "

" the more time you spend with someone , the harder it becomes to hide who you really are . "

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