𝑯𝑨𝑳𝑳𝑶𝑾𝑬𝑫.

𝑩𝑬𝑺𝑻 𝑺𝑨𝑭𝑬𝑻𝒀 𝑳𝑰𝑬𝑺 𝑰𝑵 𝑭𝑬𝑨𝑹.

[nothonors]

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[lustcannibalism]

worship and violence both require your devotion

[nothonors]

and forgive he would, always, some sooner than others. for she spoke nothing but the truth, he might have indeed erred by dismissing her as something utterly fragile. something that could fall apart at any given moment. prone to silence & melancholy as she was—though not without good reason—, she was the last of her line. he could not imagine the perseverance it would take to have to witness the deaths of everyone he held dear, & be able to neither save nor avenge any of them. how harshly the seven tested some, he couldn't help but think all of a sudden, which then left him ashamed for having questioned their boundless wisdom even if subconsciously.

great tests give rise to great rewards, the high septon had said once. he wished for the innocent to be rewarded not only in heaven, as he wished for the guilty to suffer not only in hell.

she spoke wisely too, & he listened intently as she reminded him of the fact they could forge the evidence of a so-called treachery. it gave him an idea, one that he would actually be unhappy to follow through for he misliked deception & other disgraceful means of combat ... but if they had chosen to attack with disgrace, then he would be within his rights to defend with any tool at his own disposal.

the rock had not fallen to ironborn axes. it would not fall to conniving handmaidens.

"proof can be forged," loreon echoed, though not with worry but fortitude. they could find 'proof' of these vipers' unfitness to serve the princess then, a more acceptable reason to have them sacked. something solid, a public spectacle with many witnesses, something the crown could not argue against without exposing their own intentions even if they could tell the lannisters had answered deceit with deceit.

when she spoke again her voice had changed. or perhaps his perception of this conversation had, for he could notice things that had escaped him earlier.

notice her loneliness. & her apparent willingness to let him end it.

"i am attending to them," he began with the hint of a smile. he might be becoming more generous with them. approaching her seated form in unhurried steps. "and as the lady of this house you have a place in every hall i may occupy."

except for the much smaller one within his chest, it appeared.

then the unexpected request came—so innocent in nature, still coloring his freckled cheeks. after a moment's hesitation the proud lord lowered himself before the princess, so that he would no longer loom over her like a death sentence.

"you do know it is my responsibility to ensure your safety and comfort, do you not ?" when he spoke again his voice had changed. or perhaps his perception of his wife had.

"and if there is one good thing that could be said about me, it is that i take my responsibilities very seriously. no harm shall come to you upon this land for as long as i am lording over it, and i shall answer the gods before the iron throne—the only true power presiding over us all. we must be vigilant, but not live in fear.

we can make kings and unmake them. for dragons die, but gold does not."

@morghvl

[nothonors]

certain things one should know before the misfortune of having to hold an audience with the young lord lannister befalls them.

first of all loreon is very, very calm—most of the time. his naturally aloof facial expression & tone barely change as he speaks, which can indicate a deep lack of interest in the conversation even though he is always alert and quick-tongued. he does, however, display more fervor than usual when he is delivering speeches that could only be described as preaching, and is never above fear-mongering through law and religion.

his self-righteous demeanor & insufferable way of talking can be observed below.

[nothonors]

the greek god within your psyche

you are zeus.

king is not a title you wear — it is the force you emanate.

your presence arrives before your body does. atmosphere bends. attention gathers. order forms. you decide, and the world reorganizes around that decision. doubt does not root easily in you. once your will moves, it does not retreat.

others look to you in moments of uncertainty because you carry something rare : the instinct to command direction when none exists. you are not merely influential — you are structuring. you impose shape onto chaos.

your voice does not ask. it declares. even when flawed, your conviction is powerful enough to be followed. at your highest expression, you are a living axis — law, order, and destiny converging through a single will.

shadow : the storm can become absolute. authority can harden into domination when control replaces vision. power : you do not seek permission to lead. you embody inevitability.

tagged by : @septogram <3 tagging : @lotvseaten, @westsgem, @stormbcrn, @tymptir ( jaehaerys )

[nothonors]

from sunshine personified to who the fuck left the curtains open btw

[lotvseaten]

* TYSHARA LANNISTER. by floral, 28, mdni. follows back from putrideer.

[nothonors]

SHIELD OF LANNISPORT : a title bestowed upon the defender of the city of lannisport in the westerlands. traditionally, the title is usually held by the head of house lannister, the lord of casterly rock.

[inanotherunivrse]

in another universe i’m not so angry that it lives beneath my skin like a second creature that shares my ribcage, and in another universe i find peace

[dreamwyne]

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[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑷𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻.

send 🚢 or ( 'SHIP' ) if you ever considered shipping our characters romantically and want me to fill out the following form for our muses. bold all that definitely applies, italicize what could potentially apply. feel free to add more if you think certain options are missing or you just want to add more.

do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon

would i like to ship with you?: yes | maybe, i'm willing to try | no

type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits

tropes i'd enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship

would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between ( what specifically? )

what now?: let's plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter

anything else i want you to know about me / my character / my shipping habits: ( put whatever you want here )

[hateusandseeifwemind-deactivate]

"found family" Oh yeah im gonna find your family alright.

[unpr0mpted]

blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! a collection of icky, bloody prompts for those who like to choose violence. actions are reversible. general warning for blood, violence, murder, death.

𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

" that's a lot of blood. "

" it isn't mine. "

" what did you do ? "

[ sigh ] " what did you do ? "

" come on. have a taste. "

" holy shit, are you okay ? "

" it looks worse than it feels. "

" you should see the other guy. "

" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. "

" lean on me. "

" oh my god. oh my god, oh my god, what the fuck ? is that what i fucking think it is ? "

" . . . gross. "

[ standing over a body ] " oops. "

" is that a fucking body ? "

" look, i'm sorry, okay ? "

" what the hell happened ? "

" before you say anything, it wasn't me. "

" at least it wasn't me this time. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you pretend it isn't. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you wish it wasn't. "

" i'm not scared of you. "

" you don't scare me. "

" shut up and let me help you. "

" i got your shirt all bloody. "

" let's get you cleaned up. "

" that looks like it hurts. "

" i'm fine, just. . . give me a minute. "

" we are so fucked. "

" what the fuck is wrong with you ? "

" are you gonna help me clean it up or not ? "

" the fucker deserved it. "

" red looks good on you. "

" what the hell did you do ; tap - dance all over the body with ice - skates ? "

" what, did you run over the body with your car a couple times after ? "

" i. . . i didn't mean to. . . "

" sorry. fuck, i'm sorry. "

" this isn't what it looks like. "

" it was an accident. "

" motherfucker ran right into my knife, i swear. "

" people need to look both ways before crossing. . . bullets. "

" would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time ? "

" hey, look at me. i don't care. are you okay ? "

" they deserved it, right ? please tell me they deserved it. "

" you're bleeding. "

" what the fuck happened to you ? "

" you're getting blood on the carpet. "

" sit down before you fall down. "

" that looks like a you problem. "

𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

sender spits out a mouthful of blood at receiver's feet

sender spits out a mouthful of blood on receiver

receiver finds sender covered in blood

sender tries desperately to stop receiver's bleeding

sender helps receiver clean up after a kill

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with a washcloth

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with their thumb

sender licks receiver's blood off a knife

sender licks receiver's blood off their thumb

sender lights up a cigarette a foot away from someone they killed before offering one to receiver

receiver finds sender stood over a body

sender stitches up receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender digs their finger into receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender frantically checks receiver for injuries under all the blood

sender guides receiver's bloody hands under a faucet / water source and begins washing them clean

sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood

sender tilts receiver's head back to staunch a nosebleed

sender draws a smiley face out of the blood they spilled :)

receiver finds sender cleaning up a kill in a daze

sender looks receiver in the eye as they shoot / stab / kill someone

sender ruffles receiver's hair, getting blood all over their hand

sender gets some of receiver's blood on them and makes a face

sender flicks blood at receiver to annoy them

sender stomps in a pool of blood to splash it on receiver

sender slips in their victim's blood but receiver steadies them before they can fall

sender steadies receiver when they slip in the blood sender spilled

receiver comes home to sender covered in blood and waiting for them with all the lights off

sender spits out a tooth and it hits receiver

sender tries to wipe blood off receiver but the blood on their hands just makes it worse

sender takes an injury meant for receiver

sender shows up on receiver's doorstep covered in blood

sender sits down quietly next to receiver after receiver kills someone

sender punches receiver in the mouth

receiver watches sender lick the blood off their fingers like its cheeto dust

sender helps receiver bury a body

sender hugs receiver just to get their victim's blood all over them <3

sender hugs receiver just to get their blood all over them <3

sender leans on receiver for support

sender kills someone to protect receiver

receiver finds sender in a frenzy maiming a body after they've already killed it

sender kills someone and the blood spatters on receiver

receiver finds sender desperately trying to wash the blood off of themself

sender kisses receiver to taste the blood on their busted lip

sender shoots / stabs receiver non - fatally as a warning

[mental-ch-illness]

shoutout to my favorite coping mechanism, isolation

[calellon]

no sorry i can't hang out i have divine suffering today

[nothonors]

lazy shipping call !

leave a ♡ if you're interested in developing a shippy dynamic, open to all mutuals who feel like punishing themselves on a random wednesday

[deathgasmic]

i am not the bigger person. die immediately