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Follow back from idhremeril // Indie bookverse Asha Greyjoy from ASOIAF/GOT. Multiverse, nonselective, multiship, friendly. Under development, but open to plots. 

[ofkrakens]

                         Asha Greyjoy did not intend to be taken alive.

    She would die as she had lived,

                                 with an axe in her hand && a laugh upon her lips.

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“I love you.”

“I wish you loved me.”

“Everyone can tell you love me, it’s obvious.”

“I just wanna give you the love you never had, why won’t you let me?”

“I want to hold you like no one else has, love you like no one else has, and make you mine in ways no one else ever will.”

“I would kiss every last one of your scars away if you would let me.”

“I know your scared, but I promise I’ll protect you.”

“I just want you to be mine, and me to be yours.”

“Can I just hug you?”

“I’ve never met you, and this is totally crazy, but wow I really like you.”

“So….you free tonight?”

“You know I’m totally free tonight if you wanna do something…”

“Can I keep you?”

“Kiss me before I go.”

“If this is goodbye, I have to know what you would’ve done if I had confessed to you sooner….”

“You look really beautiful/handsome in that.”

“Did it hurt? When you fell from heaven, I mean.”

“Wow, I’ve never seen an angel before…”


”You’re the hottest person in this place.”


“I saw that. You just checked me out.”

“You’re cute, but I bet you’d be even cuter moaning my name and begging me for ‘it’.”

“Aw, your so cute. How about I buy you a drink?”

“Can I get a picture with you? Cause when I tell my mom/dad about this, he’s/she’s gonna want proof that I saw an angel.”

“Hey, can I get your number?“


“*wolf whistle*”

"I wanna fuck you.”

“You look so cute in that skirt~.”

“I love your outfit, but I think it would look better on my bedroom floor.”

“I just want a chance to love you.”

“I just really like, you?”

“I don’t know! Okay? I don’t know, I just…I just like you…”

“God, you look beautiful squirming like that.”

“I wanna bite you, I wanna bruise you, and I wanna take you. Right here, right now.” “Oh darling, I’m going to break you.”

“I wanna bite you, I wanna scratch you, I wanna bruise you, I wanna make you scream for me.”

“I just want you to be mine.”

“Just let me have this, this moment where we’re still us, please?”

“If you don’t love me, can’t you pretend for just a minute? Just let me have this, just for now, please…”

“When you leave me tomorrow, and I’m alone in this bed, I’m gonna wonder if you let people see all those bruises and bitemarks on your skin. I’m gonna wonder if they all know your my good little boy/girl or if they think they can have you, and that your there’s for the taking.”

“Be a good little boy/girl for your master.”

“Be a good little boy/girl for your mistress.”

“Don’t hold it in, don’t bite it back. I wanna hear your voice, or I’ll stop.”

“Shhh, shhh. You don’t want them to hear you, do you?”

“Bad boy/girl, I told you to stay quite until I said otherwise.”

“Aw, your so cute when your begging.”

“Get on your hands and knees and beg me.”

“I really wanna get you home and out of all those clothes.”

“Strip. Now.”

“Mm, I might just leave you tied up, get you all hot and excited, then not do anything at all.”

[ofkrakens]

                         Asha Greyjoy did not intend to be taken alive.

    She would die as she had lived,

                                 with an axe in her hand && a laugh upon her lips.

[ofkrakens]

send me a crystal and i'll tell...

abalone: what kind of situations compromise my muse emotionally

aegerine: my muse's opinion of the supernatural

agate: how my muse calms down

blue lace agate: my muse's favorite form of communication (verbal, letters, texting, etc.)

fire agate: if my muse is brave or cowardly

moss agate: if my muse has a high or low opinion of themself

amazonite: what kind of situations call for my muse to be dishonest

amethyst: what my muse would most like to be able to shape-shift into

ammolite: how lucky or unlucky my use is

angel aura quartz: my muse's opinion of LGBT+ issues

apache tears: a sadness headcanon

apatite: a headcanon about my muse's intuition

apophyllite: my muse's religious/spiritual beliefs

aquamarine: where my muse feels most calm/relaxed

biotite: the biggest problems my muse is currently dealing with

bloodstone: how my muse sees themself as part of the world at large

calcite: my muse's social tendencies (introverted vs extroverted, parties vs one-on-one conversations, etc.)

carnelian: an art-related headcanon

celestite: how my muse deals with anxiety

chalcedony: the saddest my muse has ever been

chalcopyrite: how my muse deals with ending relationships

charoite: who my muse looks up to

chrysocolla: a money-making headcanon

copper: how I think my muse will end up when they're older

coral: how my muse views the natural world

diamond: a sex headcanon

dolomite: a sleep headcanon

emerald: how my muse tells someone they love them without words

fluorite: what my muse's room looks like

fossil: what my muse's dream job is

galena: what it's like to be in a relationship with my muse

garnet: what my muse's perfect partner would be

gold: my muse's financial situation

hematite: how squeamish my muse is

hiddenite: how much of an "inner child" my muse has

iolite: my muse's drinking habits

jade: if my muse would ever cheat on a partner

jasper: what my muse would be like as a parent

kyanite: an anger headcanon

lapis lazuli: where 'home' is to my muse

lodestone: what kind of people gravitate towards my muse

malachite: what my muse as a child thought they would be when they grew up

mica: what my muse views as their worst personality trait

moonstone: my muse's opinions on outer space

mother of pearl: if my muse tends to lift people up or bring them down

nebula stone: how good my muse's memory is

obsidian: which of the seven deadly sins my muse would be

opal: how creative my muse is

pearl: a mental health headcanon

petalite: what my muse would do if they found a wallet on the street

pyrite: a physical health headcanon

quartz: how my muse thinks other people see them

rhodonite: if my muse prefers elegance or convenience

rubellite: if my muse has any 'triggers' that inspire painful memories

ruby: a happiness headcanon

sapphire: if everyone my muse knew was hanging off a cliff and they could only choose three to save, the rest certainly dying, who they would choose

serpentine: how my muse would seduce another [alt: how my muse makes their money]

silver: if my muse prefers masculinity or femininity

tsavorite: if my muse believes in destiny or fate

ulexite: how empathetic/sympathetic/compassionate my muse is

unakite: what my muse's ideal pet would be

verdite: my muse's ethnicity/family history

zebra stone: what gets my muse excited

zoisite: does my muse believe everything's going to work out for them in the end or not?

[ofkrakens]

                         Asha Greyjoy did not intend to be taken alive.

    She would die as she had lived,

                                 with an axe in her hand && a laugh upon her lips.

[ofkrakens]

Back From Hiatus Starter Call! :3

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@hislittlebirdsansastark liked for a starter

“Aren’t you one of those sweet little ladies? A Stark child too, I heard. I’m surprised that you aren’t a southron. Still, look at you now.” She said bitterly, and look at me. “Life did neither of us any good, sister.”

[hislittlebirdsansastark-deactiv]

Tully hues-bright and luminescent from the haze which settled over the day looked upon the woman who spoke, drinking in the sight of the figure.  Dark rims of coal liner marked the planes around her eyes-skinned tanned from the sun, stark in contrast from her own ivory flesh.  Her words were harsh, cold and cruel, but it was not new to Sansa.  She had lived through the cruel, lived through every hell the gods threw at her.

——-“Life is not a playground for children to dream.  

I learned that quickly.”———

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“Aye. I see that you did.” Asha replied, her eyes blankly stared at the young woman in front of her. The girl was younger than her, possibly by about a decade, but her eyes were already old and seasoned. On the contrary, the girl’s posture and skin suggested that she had no experience whatsoever on long-termed physical discomforts, which was made familiar to Asha after long periods of sailing and fighting along the shores. She was a porcelain doll, this Northern girl before her, delicate on the exterior yet stern inside.

“What’s your name?” Asha asked, with curiosity in her eyes, “Tell me, what’s it like being Ned Stark’s daughter - I heard he had two - in King’s Landing? Us Iron Islanders think differently than all of you, and do things differently as well.” She paused, her hand reaching for the water skin inside her bag. Asha unscrewed the top and drank before starting again, “Do they give you hell there? The Lannisters?”

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Smoke and grayness covered the horizon; the North was all but ruins. Winterfell stood alone, its decolorized banner flying slowly in the stark wind. Asha never expected to find herself here, not after the events that happened some years ago. What came afterwards wasn’t pleasant at all - her brother suffered inhumane treatment, she lost the kingsmoot, she lost everything and gained a portion of it back again. Asha wasn’t in the best of states, but it was better than nothing. She still had five longships and loyal Ironborn men under her command, and the girl within her had died.

The young, ebullient Asha has been dead and buried for six years now.

She walked the forests, her axe in hand. The air tasted of bitterness, and she could hear the heart tree crying. Where were the Starks now? All dead and gone. What happened to the Old Gods? Did her brother kneel under that tree too, and did he pray trueheartedly for coming home? Did anything ever last forever?

No.

She saw a figure, and she thought she saw a wolf. Emptily she stared, into the past, into the future, and she saw her bitter fate. But before long she realized that nobody would be in the woods at this hour.

Nobody.

Let alone with a wolf.

She remembered Theon saying that Stark children ran along with wolves.

She must be seeing phantoms. Phantoms, no more. To prove that to herself, she produced a dart and threw it onto the tree that the figures were passing by - they were only ghosts of the past she was seeing. This forest must be old, and magical. Could be filled with spirits too, wraiths meaning to do her harm.

Asha wasn’t afraid of ghosts anymore.

[xthelostwildwolfx]

Wind, the wind of the old Gods. At least he knew his father used to say that to him as a child. Sadly, Rickon could nearly remember his mother and father. Robb, Sansa, Arya, Bran, and Jon. All of his brothers and sisters were gone; his family blood was gone. Stark blood ran in his veins. –– something he would never forget. He was, and would always be a wolf of winterfell. He knew how not to freeze in the winter; and to take care.  Shaggydog had always been with him, and tonight like so many other days he looked out for him.  Ricon had noticed the other human, he has simply chose to ignore it for the time being. Long ago he had learned that if he wanted to walk in these woods without betting bothered too much he needed to keep to himself. Even the wolf had felt something; because far back in the wolf’s throat; he could hear a growl coming.  Both the male and wolf turned their attention to the shadow who had thrown the dart at the tree he just had passed. At once the large wolf let out a huge growl to warning. Rickon however did nothing more then wave with his hand to the wolf to make his stop.  No use to scare the person away, he’d never know who is would be if he did. 

“Who goes there?” he questioned, his hand slightly ready to take his bow out. The bow had never been what the Starks were known for, they fought with swords. Rickon was deferent, he used both; being very skilled with his sward. Though his bow and arrows were were his talent lay. 

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She saw it all now. The dim shadow of the gigantic wolf and a man was cast onto the trees by natural light, and the wolf was moving. restless, though controlled by the man. Asha observed curiously, seeing the pattern in the wolf and the man’s movements seemed to be one - the man was the wolf, and the wolf was the man. Go back to your ships and sleep, for Drowned God’s sake. She thought to herself, as she hauntingly watched in a half awaken state, bizarre dreams won’t bring anything of good.

But as their figures stop as her dart hit the tree, Asha was proven to be wrong.

It even took her a while to get startled.

She immediately went back to her vigilant self, her eyes bright, assessing the situation. She saw vaguely that the man was armed, and she wouldn’t risk anything in the face of the wolf and the man both. She made a strategic decision.

“Someone who doesn’t mean harm.” Asha answered, as she tucked her axe back into her belt in her waist, “Someone who is as lost as you are.” She continued to speak, slowly putting her hands up. Asha realized that the Greyjoy sigil was on her sleeves. If the other was truly a Stark, that would be enough to incense him, after what Theon had done to the North. But Asha won’t deny who she is. Better to be torn into pieces by a wolf, than hide her identity as the Kraken’s daughter, something that she had been proud of all her life.

“Someone who is afraid of your wolf.” Asha said, in conclusion.

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@hislittlebirdsansastark liked for a starter

"Aren’t you one of those sweet little ladies? A Stark child too, I heard. I’m surprised that you aren’t a southron. Still, look at you now.” She said bitterly, and look at me. “Life did neither of us any good, sister.”

[ofkrakens]

                         Asha Greyjoy did not intend to be taken alive.

    She would die as she had lived,

                                 with an axe in her hand && a laugh upon her lips.

[irxnheartarchive-blog1]

Maleficent ask meme

1. ❝ No —- no, don’t do it! ❞ 2. ❝ What’s all the fuss about? ❞ 3. ❝ I’m not afraid. ❞ 4. ❝ They mean to kill me. ❞ 5. ❝ You’re classically handsome. ❞ 6. ❝ Come out, this instant! ❞ 7. ❝ You have to give it back. ❞ 8. ❝ We’ll see each other again. ❞ 9. ❝ If I came back, would you be here? ❞ 10. ❝ Look who came back. ❞ 11. ❝ He/She told me it was true love’s kiss. ❞ 12. ❝ I say, crush them! ❞ 13. ❝ Is this to be my legacy? ❞ 14. ❝ I can see you waiting for me to die. ❞ 15. ❝ Please, you have to trust me. ❞ 16. ❝ Would you rather I let them beat you to death? ❞ 17. ❝ I saved your life. ❞ 18. ❝ What have you done to my beautiful self? ❞ 19. ❝ Well, I saw nothin’. ❞ 19. ❝ I love babies. ❞ 20. ❝ Don’t do this. ❞ 21. ❝ I like you begging. Do it again. ❞ 22. ❝ You’re not offended? ❞ 23. ❝ You’re not welcome here. ❞ 24. ❝ Oh, dear. What an awkward situation. ❞ 25. ❝ Please, don’t do this. I’m begging you. ❞ 26. ❝ No power on earth can change it. ❞ 27. ❝ Is this it? ❞ 28. ❝ No more flying. ❞ 29. ❝ It’s so ugly you could almost feel sorry for it. ❞ 30. ❝ I hate you. beastie. ❞ 31. ❝ Greedy, bloated goat. ❞ 32. ❝ Oh, come on. That’s funny. ❞ 33. ❝ You failed me. ❞ 34. ❝ Oh look, the little beast is about to fall off the cliff. ❞ 35. ❝ Go away. Go! ❞ 36. ❝ I don’t like children! ❞ 37. ❝ How could you do that to me? ❞ 38. ❝ How could you do that to me? ❞ 39. ❝ I know you’re there. Don’t be afraid. ❞ 40. ❝ I’m not afraid. ❞ 41. ❝ You mock me. ❞ 42. ❝ That’s all I wish to say about it. ❞ 43. ❝ There’s something I have to tell you. ❞ 44. ❝ I can take care of myself. ❞ 45. ❝ We can look after each other. ❞ 46. ❝ I need a life of my own. ❞ 47. ❝ I love you very much, but it’s time to say goodbye. ❞ 48. ❝ Nothing could stop me. ❞ 49. ❝ Goodbye —- for now. ❞ 50. ❝ Have you not worked it out yet? ❞ 51. ❝ I don’t care anymore. ❞ 52. ❝ I’m sorry to have to tell you this —- ❞ 53. ❝ I think you’d better come and sit down. ❞ 54. ❝ Don’t touch me! ❞ 55. ❝ Look at my feet! ❞ 56. ❝ I’m looking for a girl. ❞ 57. ❝ It’s done. ❞ 58. ❝ Don’t come, it’s not your fight. ❞ 59. ❝ I can hear you. ❞ 60. ❝ Look at what you’ve done. ❞ 61. ❝ True love does not exist. ❞ 62. ❝ We can’t give up. ❞ 63. ❝ True love doesn’t just fall from trees, you know? ❞ 64. ❝ Don’t you want to kiss her/him? ❞ 65. ❝ You didn’t do it properly! ❞ 66. ❝ I told you. ❞ 67. ❝ I will not ask your forgiveness. ❞ 68. ❝ What I have done to you is unforgivable. ❞ 69. ❝ I was so lost in hatered. ❞ 70. ❝ Now I’ve lost you forever. ❞ 71. ❝ No harm will come to you for as long as I live. ❞ 72. ❝ No truer love. ❞ 73. ❝ Are we going back, now? ❞ 74. ❝ Get back! ❞ 75. ❝ How does it feel? ❞ 76. ❝ It’s over! ❞ 77. ❝ Hurry up, they’re waiting. ❞ 78. ❝ That was not all. ❞ 79. ❝ Wait for me! ❞ 80. ❝ He’s waiting for you in there. ❞

[ofkrakens]

your blog is fab

Aw thank you dear!! You’re fabulous too <3 <3

[xthelostwildwolfx]

The woods had always been his home, the air and land of the North. Nothing ever felt as familiar to the young wolf as this. From an early age he had learned to run with wolfs. His best friend always being by his side. The two of them would shadow each other. Wherever he went, the direwolf went. And were ever Shaggy went, Rickon would be. Brave at heart and mind, and as wild as the wolfs himself. The youngest of the Starks had never been one inside, sitting still. As a child he would run and play in the woods not being scared of anything. Rickon had every right to be the next king and lord of the North. Only problem, everyone though him to be dead. Winterfell was his, and his birth right; since all his siblings before him were gone. He was the only left, the lonely wolf.  Rickon felt the fur of the wolf right next to him as they walked in the woods. They where out hunting; deers and little rabbits. 

[ofkrakens]

Smoke and grayness covered the horizon; the North was all but ruins. Winterfell stood alone, its decolorized banner flying slowly in the stark wind. Asha never expected to find herself here, not after the events that happened some years ago. What came afterwards wasn’t pleasant at all - her brother suffered inhumane treatment, she lost the kingsmoot, she lost everything and gained a portion of it back again. Asha wasn’t in the best of states, but it was better than nothing. She still had five longships and loyal Ironborn men under her command, and the girl within her had died.

The young, ebullient Asha has been dead and buried for six years now.

She walked the forests, her axe in hand. The air tasted of bitterness, and she could hear the heart tree crying. Where were the Starks now? All dead and gone. What happened to the Old Gods? Did her brother kneel under that tree too, and did he pray trueheartedly for coming home? Did anything ever last forever?

No.

She saw a figure, and she thought she saw a wolf. Emptily she stared, into the past, into the future, and she saw her bitter fate. But before long she realized that nobody would be in the woods at this hour.

Nobody.

Let alone with a wolf.

She remembered Theon saying that Stark children ran along with wolves.

She must be seeing phantoms. Phantoms, no more. To prove that to herself, she produced a dart and threw it onto the tree that the figures were passing by - they were only ghosts of the past she was seeing. This forest must be old, and magical. Could be filled with spirits too, wraiths meaning to do her harm.

Asha wasn’t afraid of ghosts anymore.

[ofkrakens]

( Starter Call. )

Like / Comment / Message for a starter. Length and setting may vary. 

[ofkrakens]

“You will not question me again.” She threw her axe onto the deck and told the other, not too loudly but firmly, “I am not some tittering lady of some minor house, I am Asha of House Greyjoy, your Queen.”

[treblethebard-deactivated201512]

The Macho King watched this unfold, impressed, having taken voyage on her ship to observe the neighboring kingdoms, and see what he could do to improve his own “-Very impressive your lady,” he bowed a bit “-you keep a respectable reign on your people,”

[ofkrakens]

Asha calmed, and looked at the other directly in the eye, “These are not only my people. They are my brothers and sisters also. You will do well to mind your tongue in these lands, King - us Ironmen do not forgive easily.

[ofkrakens]

“You will not question me again.” She threw her axe onto the deck and told the other, not too loudly but firmly, “I am not some tittering lady of some minor house, I am Asha of House Greyjoy, your Queen.”

[ofkrakens]

                         Asha Greyjoy did not intend to be taken alive.

    She would die as she had lived,

                                 with an axe in her hand && a laugh upon her lips.