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all my love, thought and prayers to those in sri lanka.

where are the billionaires now??? three churches were bombed during easter services. where is the outrage and mourning, and signs of support?? 207 people are dead. 207.

mohabbat

the death toll is now at 290, with 500 people injured. the gofundme has less than $20k. white people care about brown tragedies challenge.

#⎡ OOC ⎦#this this this #where is that same energy

...the only good thing about seasons 7-8 is that falia flowers is alive and well somewhere because she would never fall for the fall out boy x jack sparrow love child that is show euron

Jon stands quite conflicted about this one. the Greyjoys were sworn to her, Daenerys told him... yet he's never once trusted them much and let alone after Theon's little flight of fancy, and this Falia - amongst all ironborn, is there one more wicked than Euron? yet it is not in him to be cruel, and he will at the very least hear her out and allow a chance to justify her presence at Winterfell. ' i was told you are with child? '

unsolicited asks [ from the lord commander ] // always accepting

@killthebxy

It takes a moment for her to answer. In that long moment Falia blinks at him, wide-eyed, pulls Euron’s sable cloak tighter around her shoulders either against the cold or against the scrutiny. Her hands twist together, finally coming to clasp over her stomach, which has only just started to swell.

“I am.” This Jon Snow is barely older than she is, if at all, and she supposes she should be afraid–of him, of the dragon queen Euron had intended to take as his rock wife, of the surly and glowering Northern lords. Even the cold, feeling far too much like icy fingers that slid so easily beneath her cloak, the thin stuff of her dress. What’s to become of me, she should ask. What’s to become of my child? She doesn’t know if she has energy left to fear. Maybe the cold has leeched it out of her.

“Lord Snow.” She chews her lip before daring to continue. “My husband–what’s become of him?”

#killthebxy #HELLO #i'm imagining some hybrid of book and show canon i d k #also whatever happened to euron is a blessing in disguise fals #maybe falia's baby can be friends with Monster

jernhjerte‌ / asha

her jaw sets into a hard line as she surveys the greenlander who wanders the halls of her home. she is an outsider, & euron’s favored besides, & asha doesn’t trust her. you should never have set foot on these islands, she finds herself thinking, bitterly. & nor should euron. but like it or not, they were both here, strutting proudly through the halls of her father.

❝ not at all. i just didn’t realize that euron had decided to let his new salt wife roam freely in the castle ❞ she responds, her tone icy. her distaste for the girl isn’t personal, but any woman that would willingly follow behind her uncle is not to be trusted. she is one of his tools, whether she knows it or not. the only question is whether she is here only to serve his pleasures, or if her uncle has another use in mind for her. whatever his reasons, it would serve asha best to keep her distance from this woman. ❝ he usually keep his prizes confined to his ship. ❞

Something about the woman’s words beyond her apparent distaste sets Falia on edge, conjures images of countless women nameless and faceless trapped in the bowels of the Silence. But she’s not a prisoner, she’s here willingly, and he’s treated her as nothing but a lady. Besides, Euron’s warned her not to trust any of his family--not the brother, not the niece, certainly not the priest in the dungeon, however much she might pity him--and her faith in him is absolute. How could it not be?

Falia smiles politely, though something questioning remains in her eyes. But even if he’s had a hundred women, or a thousand, apparently she’s something exceptional, and that’s more than enough for her. He’d never even suggested she stay behind on the ship.

“It pleased me to see his homeland,” she replies simply, twisting one of her baubles around and around on her finger. “It’s a fascinating place.”

#jernhjerte #v:「ᵖᵃʳᵃᵈᶤˢᵉ」#sighs loudly at falia #also sighs loudly at everything the show has done to euron greyjoy

hrodohaide‌ / lia

“It SUITS you.”

She SMILED when the other girl tucked a flower behind her ear, then reached out to do the SAME, choosing a pink flower for herself.

“I don’t think they do. And I DEFINITELY don’t. I don’t exactly get much company. Maybe… we could be FRIENDS?”

It was said with some HESITANCE, the fear of rejection always within her mind.

“I do. They take CARE of me, and keep me safe. Do you live with Mr. Greyjoy?”

“I could use a friend.” Falia’s answer was quick and confident, as if she’d never known doubt or rejection herself. It wasn’t true, of course, but she wasn’t a wallflower anymore, or helpless. Disrespect and mistreatment now came at a price. And that suited her just fine.

Not that she expected that from this girl, who if anything seemed more innocent to the darker aspects of their business than Falia herself.

“I do. I moved in with him about six months ago. Before that I lived in a dingy little apartment, and before that--well, before that I lived with my father.”

#hrodohaide #v: 「ᵃˡˡ ᶤ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ʷᵃᶰᵗᵉᵈ ʷᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ」

since falia doesn’t exist in the show this doesn’t matter but just let it be known she would never fall for whatever the fuck kind of evil jack sparrow impersonation the show turned euron into

#what the actual fuck #he's not even really that evil #at least by game of thrones standards #he's just kind of crass and horny and likes to kill people #book euron: a crow can espy death from afar and i say that all of westeros is dying #show euron: kinslaying is cool guys also my dick is big #i haven't seen the episode but #out of all the things the show has fucked up i think they fucked up the iron islands most of all #idk that or dorne

february-23rd

#⎡ FALIA ⎦

fireturnedflesh‌ / daenerys

for all her pretended aloofness – for all the makers and markers of a queen by blood, by royal decree. daenerys has ever wielded a spot so soft as to leave her weak, for the beauty of flowers, and how sweetly they bloomed in the wake of her heat.

“tell me what you missed.”

daenerys challenges, but words are cultivated with distance in mind. it’d been many long months since last she’d returned to the golden coast of mereen. her lover stashed in a tall, lonely monolith.

it would be sensible to assume she harbored a resentment or three.

the distance between them now, however, is measured in centimeters at most. stepping closer, slowly, the silver drag of her gown against the stone floor all the sound afforded to them.

she stands just shy of falia, amethyst gaze burning far brighter than the setting sun.

“and tell me how best to remedy it.”

a queen though she may be. but a person cowed by love does not observe class, bloodline nor rank.

Oh, the temptation arises to play coy, to flirt with denial, but Daenerys steps closer and Falia’s drawn as a moth to a flame. She’s never been particularly adept at resisting the pull of gravity, and maybe the problem has always been that she doesn’t want to. She doesn’t want to now--and why deny them both what she’s been so desperately craving?

“Just you,” she murmurs, reaching out to brush her fingers over Daenerys’ wrist, savoring the heat of her beloved’s skin. “I missed your touch. I missed your lips. I missed your company. It’s lovely here, of course, but it gets lonely.” The slightest of pouts accompanies the words, though there’s no true resentment behind them.

Skirting the line between bold and demure, she draws just a fraction of a step closer. A flush rises in her cheeks, though she holds the queen’s burning gaze. “You could tell me about your travels. Share supper with me. A glass of wine.” Her lips part instinctively, some mischief in her eyes.

“Unless you’d something else in mind.”

#fireturnedflesh #v: tbd #wow falia missed her too sdlfkjs

hrodohaide‌ / lia

“Alright. It’s just THIS way.”

Lia released the other girl’s hand, POINTING down the hall to a set of glass doors that led outside. The garden was fenced in, and one of the FEW places that Lia was allowed to go on her own. It wasn’t SAFE outside, not without someone watching over her. So they TOLD her.

“My UNCLES, you mean? Well. I don’t know EXACTLY. I mean… I’ve seen him at a few parties. I think they’re BUSINESS associates?”

It wasn’t her job to QUESTION, and so she didn’t.

“Probably. He has a lot of those.” In truth, she wasn’t particularly interested in the specifics of his business, though more than happy to reap the benefits. And to do whatever, in the moment, needed doing.

Sweet aromas rose from the garden and Falia felt compelled to pluck one of the flowers, tucking it behind her ear.

“I hope your uncles don’t mind.” Nobody ever seemed to mind. On the rare occasions they did she always remarked sweetly that they could contend with Euron, and nobody ever seemed particularly interested in that. Her stepsisters certainly had nothing to say anymore.

“We’ve been dating for almost a year and I’m still not entirely sure what he does. Do you live with your uncles?”

#hrodohaide #v: 「ᵃˡˡ ᶤ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ʷᵃᶰᵗᵉᵈ ʷᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ」

jernhjerte‌ / asha

she is just about to page euron & ask him to get his secretary out of her office when falia appears to reach her point. & it catches asha’s attention, her finger hovering over the call button for a moment. ❝ what did you just say ??? ❞ the disbelief is obvious on her face & in her tone. the idea of euron marrying anyone is a shock to asha, but especially the silly, cloying woman he had brought into the office to direct his calls & service his daily desires.

no longer willing to turn down a drink, she decides against placing the page to her uncle & instead reaches into her top drawer to bring out two glass tumblers. asha tries to pull her face into an expression that passes for supportive – or at least neutral – with moderate success. ❝ when did he – did he propose ??? ❞

“I said we’re thinking about a summer wedding.” Falia folds her hands in her lap, twists them together, tries not to gush or otherwise exude too much enthusiasm so early in the morning--even if they are drinking before noon, even if she did all but burst into Asha’s office uninvited. She knows Euron’s family isn’t overly fond of her and her presence is tolerated rather than welcomed--some people are just like that, she tells herself. Half the time they don’t seem overly fond of each other.

“He didn’t. Well, not exactly.” Falia bites at a manicured nail. Suddenly she feels young and very foolish. “It was more that he said he wants to marry me than officially proposing. But he’s going to.” Her hands wrap instinctively around the gin bottle.

“--it’s premature, I guess, to be planning already. But you know he doesn’t care about that sort of thing. And I want it to be perfect.”

#jernhjerte #mad men au tbt #falia's like I'M NOT DUMB I'M JUST NAIVE OKAY #she's so annoying i don't blame asha #this au is so good #and so messy jfc especially if qarl and ramsay are involved too

SEXUAL TRAITS ! bolded are applicable/almost always; italics are dependent on circumstance or partner/sometimes; strikethrough are hard limits/never.

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#⎡ HEADCANON ⎦#⎡ DESIRES ⎦#nsfw text //

jernhjerte‌ / euron’s niece

the halls of pyke are gloomy & grey, slate rain landing hard against the stone & running down the walls into the roaring sea below. shadows move at the corners of asha’s field of vision, moving with too much form to be ghosts. it sets her nerves on edge – the dead cannot touch you, but the living very much can. to feel so ill-at-ease within her own castle is an unfamiliar sensation for asha. since she was born, this place had been her home. but with her father gone & his murderer in his place, asha does not feel safe within the walls she knows so well. if euron perceived her as being in the way, he would not hesitate to remove her, of that much she is certain.

she looks over her shoulder as she rounds the corner, certain that time that she could see the outline of someone following her. but instead, she runs directly into someone else wandering the halls. the collision is quick but forceful, & asha instinctively reaches out to steady the person she has crashed into, her attentions pulled away from whatever it may be lurking behind her. ❝ my apologies, i didn’t see – ❞ her voice breaks as she recognizes the woman in front of her – something flowers, the bastard girl that euron had brought with him from the reach. she has seen her clinging to euron’s arm or sprawled across his lap at their feasts. ❝ what are you doing here ??? ❞ she asks, her tone as chilly as the drafty halls.

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Perhaps she’s expected to feel out of place here--here, where rain slicks the jagged rocks and where the sun shines rarely. A grim place, a hard place, but Falia doesn’t mind. What have the lush bounties and gardens and plump, giggling ladies of the Reach ever done for her? It’s his home, though he seems to have little particular fondness for it, and as such feels more of a home to her than her father’s humble castle ever was.

She’s knocked somewhat off-balance by someone else as she rounds the corner, lost in her own reverie. She recognizes the woman--Euron’s niece, the old king’s daughter--though she can’t reconcile a name with the face.

“I’m sorry--” she looks down instinctively, drawing the sable cloak tighter around her shoulders. “I should’ve--” there’s a coldness in the woman’s tone that speaks distaste, and Falia bristles defensively, lifts her chin. She’s done serving, done being humble by virtue of her birth. “Am I somewhere I shouldn’t be?”

#jernhjerte #v:「ᵖᵃʳᵃᵈᶤˢᵉ」#yeah that definitely works!#falia's like WTF DID I DO #oh fals

jernhjerte

I can duck & weave a thousand punches / stronger now with every scar / even if you tear my world apart / you won't break my iron heart / don't care if I'm a burning skull / whatever they try they won't tear me apart / I feel this fire I feel this fight / & you won't break my iron heart. - - INDEPENDENT ASHA GREYJOY. est 2014.

#PROMO!#another one i love #lsjfds

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gold for gruel, and boys… A CRUEL PRICE. whatever happened to that sweet lad i knew?

they made him lord commander.

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fireturnedflesh‌ / daenerys

“i missed you.”

making that much as obvious as she’s able — the steel cut to amethyst gaze was enough to spark FIRE as it trails over falia’s arms, the elegant architecture of her collarbone and where her pulse flutters in her throat.

“did you miss me?” she’s ever the nomad, and her travels in pursuit of sovereignty have been many.

@ragsandrocks / starter call.

“Yes.” So soft, so simple a word, meaning conveyed in her own heated gaze, the barely-perceptible shiver when their eyes spark together. It was decidedly selfish of her, Falia thinks vaguely--dwelling in her own loneliness, counting idle agonizing days until the queen’s return. Once separation might have shattered her, longing giving way to creeping doubt, but now--

Now her eyes meet Daenerys’ and it takes all of Falia’s willpower to maintain decorum. Her eyes drop, coy.

“Your Grace.”

#fireturnedflesh #V: ??#falia missed daenerys a lot sjfsdf

hrodohaide‌ / lia

@ragsandrocks - plotted starter

“You MUST be Mr. Greyjoy’s girlfriend.”

Lia offered the girl a WARM and welcoming smile. It wasn’t often at all that she had company– and CERTAINLY not of the female kind. But apparently Euron Greyjoy had some BUSINESS to take care of with her uncles, and so it had seemed a SUITABLE solution for the two girls to spend time together.

HONESTLY, Lia was just excited at the prospect of perhaps making a friend. She held out her hand.

“I’m LIA. Do you… want to go to my room? Or… we could go out to the GARDEN if you prefer…”

“I am.” Falia extended her hand, quick to appear the consummate professional--at least until her neutral face dissolved into a decidedly girlish smile. She couldn’t help it--it was still exciting, and validating in a way, that people knew who she was. And who she was to him. “Falia. I’d like to see the garden.” Her eyebrows slid up her forehead--not in suspicion, suspicion wasn’t in her nature, but in curiosity.

“How do you and your...friends--” the emphasis both delicate and deliberate, far be it for her to judge anyone else’s situation, “--know Euron?”

#hrodohaide #v: 「ᵃˡˡ ᶤ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ʷᵃᶰᵗᵉᵈ ʷᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ」

fireturnedflesh

book canon. show influences. exclusive. private. daenerys targeryen.

#PROMO #falia loves

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