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aelyx velaryon, "the phantom," pirate captain of the wicked mistress.

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if you kiss my neck you might as well just take all my clothes off too

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    psst hey *opens trenchcoat* wanna buy some PLOTS

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the-true-queen-in-the-north:

A yelp of both fright and shock escaped Sansa when the man so easily lifted her over his shoulder. Sansa was tall but delicate, and she could tell how much strength this man had just by the way he threw her over his shoulder. It was like she weighed no more then a little child. That thought frightened Sansa more then anything else.

Sansa squirmed and whimpered, tears blinding her. “Let me go…let me go…” She sobbed, wriggling in his grasp in an attempt to get away from him. It was a vain attempt though for he was so much stronger then her. 

Some water from the waves splashed at her, wetting her hair and spattering her cheeks. The wind smelled of salt and blood. She couldn’t go back to King’s Landing, couldn’t be handed to the Queen. Sansa knew that she would die, and she was not ready to die. Maybe…maybe if she did something for this man…maybe if she was sweet to him…he would let her go.

     The girl’s pleas were lost to the roaring wind and salty spray as Aelyx carried her across the deck. The wooden boards beneath his boots were red with the blood that had yet to wash away, its scent still strong and metallic. The pirate paid little heed, instead making his way to the Wicked Mistress, hooking one arm around Sansa’s legs as he bridged the divide.

     Of course, his personal trophy had earned him quite a few looks from his men, all of whom were certainly formulating their own malicious thoughts. Despite the fact this lot was full of drunkards and rapers and thieves, Aelyx still commanded their respect. That alone might be enough to save her from them.

     It didn’t save her from him, however.

     He took her aboard and into the captain’s quarters while the others raided the nobleman’s ship. Dropping her easily, he let her fall, hair and gown plastered to her skin like a drowned rat. His eyes lingered on her small breasts, saw the way she trembled--out of fear and the chill both, he presumed. He pushed the thought away a moment later.

     He grabbed a sealskin off his bed and tossed it to her. ‘To keep the cold out,’ he said. Wasn’t for sympathy, of course--it would do him no good for her to die of pneumonia. ‘I won’t chain you for now, but if you try to run, I’ll beat you bloody before I do.’

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Possessive/Obsessive Spouse Sentence Starters

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alannasroleplaymemes:

“You’re mine. Don’t forget that. You promised.” “Til death to us part. That’s what our vows said.” “Did you really think this would ‘get better’ after we married?” “I’m allowed to be obsessed with you, I’m your husband/wife.” “You should quit your job. You know I can take care of you.” “Don’t go in today. Stay in bed with me.” “Mine, mine, mine…” “No. You can’t go out tonight.” “I don’t care if you’re just friends. I don’t want you seeing them again.” “Do I have to lock you up, darling?” “You will never have to worry about anything ever again. I’ll make sure of it.” “I’ve been fair to you so far, haven’t I?” “You’ve been such a good wife/husband so far. Don’t get silly ideas now.” “I called your work and told them you quit. Now you’ll never have to leave~” “Where are you going? Why didn’t you tell me?” “You’re late. Tell me what you were doing.” “You had better not be lying to me, darling…” “If I find out you’re cheating on me, I’ll kill him/her.” “You’re so beautiful. I can’t believe you’re mine.” “I still can’t believe how perfect you are.” “I worship you.” “No one else is allowed to see you like this.” “This sight is for my eyes only. Don’t forget that.” “ I’m going to hunt down the person that was your first…so that they know you’re mine now.” “I want people to see the marks I leave on you. So they know you’re taken.” “You belong to me and no one else.”

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the-true-queen-in-the-north:

There was nothing in that room for Sansa to defend herself with. There were no knives nor anything made of glass for her to possibly shatter over his head. Sansa was completely and utterly defenseless, at the mercy of this man who had killed Lord Baelish and everyone else on that ship.

“I’m Sansa Stark of Winterfell…” Her voice was soft and Sansa didn’t dare to move from her spot in the corner. Her blue eyes were full of fear and she was trembling with pure fear. There was nowhere for her to go. He may not have any intentions of killing her, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t harm here. There were much worse things he could do to her. “What…what do you want with me?”

     Sansa Stark. Aelyx had struck gold, near literally in fact. Though his opinions on the politics of Westeros were less than favourable, he still knew enough that the Stark girls were quite the commodity. The last he’d heard there were more than a few people looking for them--of course, he didn’t know about the king’s murder, only knew that there had been a reward some time ago for the girls. Must not have ever been taken, he reasoned.

     ‘Gold,’ he said. Aelyx was a man of few words, and he had no reason to hide his intentions. Though he was well and truly a greedy man, it wasn’t the prospect of fancy new things to buy that excited him--it was the thrill of the hunt, so to speak. Ransom, murder--these were the things that excited him.

     Stepping forward still, to the cowering little duck in the corner, he looked her over, gold-brown eyes taking in everything he saw. He was not a lustful man, nor was he savage, but the girl was womanly and lithe, all tight waist and budding breasts. A redhead, too--he’d always been fond of them.

     Without pretense, he grabbed the girl with one arm and hoisted her over his shoulder, carrying her with ease out of the cabin and up the water-logged stairs. The salt spray was crashing onto the deck like a sideways rain, confusing and damn near frightening to those unaccustomed to the stormy seas--but alas, Aelyx had mastered these waters since he was a lad, when his crimes had banished him from the family home.

     ‘Take everything you can carry!’ he shouted over the roaring water, and his men obeyed, already stuffing their pockets with nobleman’s loot. 

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@foreignaccent :: continued from here

     My name isn’t important, he wanted to say, but his lips betrayed him. ‘Aelyx Velaryon. A name you’re as likely to know as I am yours, Handmaiden.’

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the-true-queen-in-the-north:

Sansa looked up at the man who had entered her cabin. She scurried to the other side of the cabin, as far away from him as she could be. “S-stay away from me…” She whimpered, trying her hardest to be brave. This man was going to hurt her. He was going to rape her and kill her. That much Sansa was sure of.

Perhaps there was a bit of humanity in him. She was only a young girl, surely he wouldn’t kill her. “Please don’t kill me. I’ll….I’ll do whatever you want me to do. Just please don’t kill me.” Those blue eyes of hers were wide with fear and her skin had grown white with fright. Sansa wanted to live, she needed to live.

If this man wanted money then someone would give it to him. The Queen was out for her, thinking she killed Joffrey. This pirate would give her right to the Queen for the right price, then Sansa would die for certain. But if she made this man happy…perhaps he would keep her with him.

     He’d seen that look before many a time, that palpable fear in a woman’s eyes. Or, in this case, a girl-child, which is what she really was--the maiden couldn’t have been more than fifteen, all pale cheeks and doe’s eyes. Unlike some men, her fear didn’t excite him, but he felt no pity either. He’d taken wenches with his men when it suited him--in fact, his daughters were on the raid that stormy night, two bastards from different mothers. But it wasn’t the prospect of a fuck that encouraged him onward.

      His men, on the other hand, would have already taken the bitch.

     ‘I’ve no intentions of killing you,’ he told her, his voice gruff as it always was. He stepped forward, with each movement his boots thunked against the floor, heavy and sogging with saltwater. ‘--What’s your name, child?’

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the-true-queen-in-the-north:

There had been an attack on the ship, that much Sansa was sure of. Lord Baelish had promised to take her home and he lied, he never intended to take her home. Now their ship was being sacked and if she had to be honest, Sansa wasn’t sad about Lord Baelish being killed out there. If the noise was to be believed, quite a few people had been killed out there. Sansa was hiding in her cabin, praying to all the Gods that no one would find her down there. She was frozen with fear, tucked into a corner and shaking like a leaf. Was this where she would die?

Sansa could then hear footsteps coming towards her cabin and she let out a gasp of fear. No…please don’t let someone come to her. It had to be a member of the crew, or perhaps even Lord Baelish. Sansa knew what would happen to her if one of the pirates found her. During a sacking, women were always raped. Sansa was the only woman on board that ship…

     The rain was coming down in torrents, waves rising like steam over the sides of the ship. A nobleman’s ship, no doubt packed with all sorts of goodies and that’s why the Wicked Mistress was tethered nearby. Aelyx had boarded the ship with his men, had cut through the men on deck like butter. That was easy enough, and he worked like some bastard of a butcher and a surgeon, hacking through the sailors with cold precision while the rain stung his eyes.

     The attack would be over before long--his crew outnumbered these men by a wide margin, and they weren’t fighters, they were sailors. Didn’t matter who had chartered this ship; they were all the same to him. The law and politics s of any kingdom didn’t matter much on the open seas. Only thing that mattered to him was the gold.

     Aelyx moved below deck, leaving the screams of dying men and sloshing water behind him. His crew were taking the ship’s contents out by the armful, as he had instructed. He was checking the rooms when he came across a pretty little red-headed thing, trembling and white with fear. The only woman he’d seen--no doubt the one for whom the ship sailed.

     That meant she was wealthy--ransomable.

     ‘Well,’ he said, his voice as rough as the waters that roared around them. ‘Mighty fine treasure this is.’

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@foreignaccent wants to watch you suck on my big ol donger @theusurper

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nomoneyandnolearning:

“Yeh.” She agrees easily enough though the tail end of her tongue is sharp, “Don’t ‘fink I’ll forge’ tha’ soon eiver…” Her lips purse in the condemning way an old crone’s would but she quickly transforms it charmingly into a kiss and a saucy wink. If it is not forgotten, it is more than forgiven.

     Amused, he might have even given her a smirk, his rough, bristled cheek warmed by her kiss. Amongst the hardened riff-raff she was soft and sweet as honey--not that he’d known her to admit it, of course. 

     ‘I’ve no choice,’ he spoke, his voice like gravel. ‘Wouldn’t have the copper to pay my tab.’ True, it was, he spent a good amount of coin at her little pub, but he was sweet on her. Call him soft-hearted...though not many would.

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@theusurper its true

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trueststeel:

my dick is not wrinkly.

it is in perfect shape you hoodlum.

best swordsman in westeros has two meanings you know

;) 

     who told u that, yer mom?

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nomoneyandnolearning:

@brinemade

A tankard is placed before him before he even takes his ease along her bartop. Her warm, common, mothers’ tongue soothing as it sweeps through the cluttered air to his ear. “Jes’ li’ ye like ‘i. Col’ an’ crisp as a winter morn an’ brimful as yer own ship’s stores.”

     Aelyx would have smiled if he was the type--instead, he sat down heavily at the bar and took the perspiring tankard in hand. ‘You know me well, Clare,’ he said, taking a well-needed gulp, feeling it sink into his stomach like ice, contrasting the heat of the nearby hearth. ‘Haven’t ported here in some time.’

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     Anyone wanna plot with dis pirate boi?

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                                                             ( the phantom of driftmark )