Walda and Tywin

RP blog for Walda Frey/Bolton and Tywin Lannister. Penned by Tas. Links on the left side column, or on mobile, /rules, /tagged/open, /tagged/meme, etc.

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Apology and Announcement

Am I popular enough to make announcements? Probably not lol but anyway if you don’t want to read my huge paragraph- tl;dr I am dropping all my threads and going to exclusively use my multimuse sideblogs now- @tasdoesthefuture for most things and @gotwomennoonewants for game of thrones/asoiaf characters. 

So I’ve been RPing on tumblr since I think 2011. (note: just looked it up, nope, August of 2010, I was RPing Denethor) and I’ve pretty much always had the same MO- play a character or two really intensely for a few months, get bored or frustrated and move to a new character. I never disliked this- I ended up rping with a lot of the same people, made new friends, and played a character for like 6-24 months or so, long enough to get some really good relationships and plots and threads. 

Lately, however, I’ve been unable to commit to a character at all, I haven’t had the focus or energy to deal with one, and I haven’t done like any replies, at all. I have spent a long time thinking about this now and been very dissatisfied with it, and more upset with myself- this isn’t fun for me and it’s not fun for my RP partners either. I think I’ve been doing this because I don’t have NEARLY as much time as I used to, and all I really want to do is play with my friends, not put in effort into getting new people to RP with me, or trying to do threads I don’t LOVE. And since I have an overwhelming amount of drafts which makes me not want to come on my RP blogs, I am going to drop them all. (if you have one you really want to keep, just talk to me, let me know, I’m probably down). 

My characters have interpersonal relationships that I dont want to lose (or do want to rekindle!) so I am not saying I want to “start fresh” by any means- where would I be if Lucy didn’t have her favorite cousin in law, Rose didn’t have the boy she likes, Gregor didn’t have Shen and Rinnah and all his fun hellish relationships? 

I’ve spiffed up my sideblogs mentioned above, put in nice, tidy little muse lists and if there’s anyone I used to RP that isn’t on there, please let me know, I’m willing to RP almost anyone I’ve ever done if it’s a character that you liked. Hopefully I will be more consistent and around this way, and can go back to having good threads with you awesome people!

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Reblog this if you willing to RP with Male Muns that RP Female characters.

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Using the new GIF function, search your faceclaim and post the first gif that shows up

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Originally posted by grysamobojcow

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dreadtheroar:

“She is your husband’s daughter. Would you like me to speak to her on your behalf?”

“No I do not want you to speak to her I just- please do not ask me to relay such negative messages to her.”

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“As you wish.” Tywin said, looking back to his paper.

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fuckthekiing:

“It’s no problem whatever is going to make you comfortable.” He told her with a shrug. He could tell she did not want to look at him so he looked way, turning his head so he did not look at her.

“Is there anything else you need?”

“No, this will be fine.” she said, “Thank you.” she added, trying to be polite. “Have a good day, husband.”

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'Too Much Exposition Theatre' With Alec Baldwin

Any Broadway schmo can develop characters over the course of an entire play. Only Stephen and Alec Baldwin can squeeze an entire epic into a single scene. Su...

I feel like this is what the first few replies in a thread are like. 

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dreadtheroar:

“You are her mother by law. Demand she shows you the respect you deserve, Lady Lannister.”

Originally posted by gameofthronesandnorsemythol-blog

“Are you mad, my lord? She is nearly old enough to be my mother and she is my queen- I cannot demand anything from her!”

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"She is your husband's daughter. Would you like me to speak to her on your behalf?"

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“I know that you would get me out if she locked me away.  That does not make me any less frightened of her though.”

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"You are her mother by law. Demand she shows you the respect you deserve, Lady Lannister."

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It's like your batsignal. When kings landing needs you, they just shoot a rainbow into the sky

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7:30am-reply to super gay thread with Robb stark 8:35am- loras Tyrell follows me.

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Walda Bolton a.k.a.the most tolerable Bolton

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a Lannister always pays his debts

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“The maester said this might help with the morning sickness…”

Pregnancy Meme || Accepting

She didn’t look in his direction, her jaw clenched tight. Why should she accept his help? Why seek help? She didn’t want this thing inside of her, she didn’t want him anywhere near her either. No, she would rather die, whether that ended her father’s legacy or not, she would sooner swallow poison. Instead she knocked it from his hand, listening to the glass clatter and break on the stone floor.

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shewasdornish:

“I know,” she said, gaze unflinching as she looked him in the eye. Her eyes, they were just a shade darker than Rhaegar’s had been, and she hoped that he knew that just as Cersei’s connection to Rhaegar had slipped through his fingers, that he would know she would slip through as well. “I am far too well aware that this is yours. And so I speak so hopefully so that perhaps the gods will hear me and make it so.”

“Your cruelty would be a credit to you in Dorne, perhaps, but that is not so here. I would think you, of all people, would not wish for the death of an innocent child, after what happened to your brother.”

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yngwolfrobb:

What did he want? Robb grit his teeth, glaring at the bed in front of him as if focusing on the sheets–the ripple in the expensive looking fabric, the overabundance of pillows (he should have expected that everything in the South would be gratuitous and over the top)–could make him forget where he was. Was it not bad enough that the man was making him do this, not humiliating enough to have gone from a king to some sort of sex slave, but now he wanted him to beg for it, to ask for his own degradation? Robb’s cock twitched underneath him as Tywin whispered above him, his voice sounding so much better than it had any right to. 

“I want…” He moaned, biting his bottom lip to stifle any more sounds, though they escaped him all the same. What was the right answer? He had never done anything like this before, did not know how to keep the man happy, to keep him from hurting anyone else? “I want you inside me.” Perhaps that would do, would satisfy him until Robb could come up with some other plan. And then suddenly the man was pulling away, and Robb flushed even brighter when he realized he missed the feeling, that the emptiness was almost worse than the pressure had been before. He was yanked up by his hair and hissed in pain, though he was grateful that at least they were getting on with it. Now perhaps he’d finally finish things, kill him and be done with it.

But that hope went out the window as quickly as it came, as Robb was forced to his knees. He thought, briefly, that Tywin’s touch was strangely gentle and careful for a man who could do anything he liked. He had no reason to keep Robb alive, to treat him well. There was no one left that would trade for him or who would come for him, anyone who Tywin would have to answer to for his well being. He glared up at the lord and yet could not shake the feeling that he’d been here before, the familiarity of being on his knees. “No, m’lord,” he mumbled and tentatively Robb opened his mouth, wrapping it around Tywin’s cock and began to suck, slow and unsure of what he was doing. He knew that the happier the man was, the better this would end for them all, but he did not know what Tywin like or how to please a man like this. He licked across the tip of his cock experimentally. 

“That’s a good boy...” Tywin purred, his fingers still wrapping themselves in Robb’s hair, toying with his curls, watching with a small amount of amusement as they shifted from brown to red in the altering light. 

“I am not going to harm you, Lord Stark.” Tywin said, his words a mockery of respect as the boy lapped at his cock like a kitten. “I am going to keep you alive and well for a very, very long time. Until every bit of you has been used up, every orifice fucked so thoroughly that I have no use for you any longer.” his fingers tugged, insistent, encouraging Robb to take his cock even deeper in his mouth. “Even then, perhaps I’ll take you again, even as you’re spent and weak, fuck you into my bed until you are begging for me to just finish in you already.”  His tongue darted out over his lips, he was weak for seeing Robb like this, bent to the task of servicing him. “I’ll let you moan and whine and beg while I take my time, going slow, and deep.” he said, and his hand slid down Robb’s cheek to cup his chin, pulling him away from Tywin’s achingly hard cock. 

“Get on the bed and present yourself to be taken.”

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fuckthekiing:

“You do not have to fake anything. Trust me when I tell you that you would not be the first woman to be afraid of me.” Sandor told her. He smiled a bit as her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, amused by this girl.

Sandor had known she would still end up insisting on having a child even if the child would inherit nothing. He took in a breath and nodded. “When I get back we will work on that. Until then take one of the dogs from the kennel. They keep my sister company enough when she is here alone I figure that it can do the same for you.” He did not particularly care but he did not want to listen to her complain about being left alone while he was in King’s Landing working.

“Alright.” Walda said after a moment, trying very hard to maintain eye contact with him, but he had a perpetual scowl on his features and somehow he always looked so angry, so it was hard to look him in the eyes. 

“Thank you.”

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I should apologize for my child, but I know you are a strong person who has been through far worse.

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“Perhaps next time you should tell her that you do not want to speakwith her. I believe she was ready to have me thrown in the black cells.”

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“You know that I will not let that happen.” 

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