ᴡᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ sᴏᴡ.

game of thrones ᴍᴜʟᴛɪ ʙʏ ᴍᴀʀɪssᴀ. ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ.

[sevnhells]

reverting back to a strictly GAME OF THRONES multi muse & revamping, since i can only run one blog at a time. my arya & robb will be relocated here. if you followed with the intention of writing with muses outside of got, i’m v sorry for the changes! GOT is a special series, not for everyone, so if you need to unfollow, it’s all right! otherwise, i will see you lot very soon while i work on things. 

[dreamofspring]

You’re going to be Queen of the Iron Islands. Once I kill my uncle.

(requested)

[sevnhells]

* FOR JON SNOW /  @northvow​​ ( SC )  

These would be the first steps in years that Robb would take in Winterfell. He was just footsteps away from being home , yet he remain still ; boots sunk in snow and what could be seen of his flesh was pierced by crisp air . After the time he spent in hiding -- The comrades and family he’d lost , Robb was second guessing whether or not he had the right to stand these grounds . He blamed himself for the tragedies , as well as his failure to seek out his sister’s ; to keep them safe.  He feared the disappointment in his brother’s eyes , should they reunite on this day . Nevertheless, he’d be no man if he could not face his own fears and his fellow northerners, despite failing so many in the war . So he carried himself toward the castle , his face unrecognizable to the guards ; Proceeding to introduce himself as a Stark , which followed with disbelief and orders to leave the premise. He couldn’t blame them -- Robb was not attired as he once was as king. 

It is when his eyes catch sight of the familiar face his own brother bore , that he renders himself speechless . He stood between the guards without any word , and stared at what he did not believe to be true . As much as he wished to call out to him , he felt a weight in his throat , one that held back all and any words that so desperately begged to cry out . Rather , his breath remain heavy in the cold air , pale eyes having not blinked for nearly a minute . Inside , the man hoped Jon would see him --- would recognize him , if anything . Even if there would be disappointment to follow suit . 

[sunfortune]

listen i know that character died but listen…….that character isnt dead

[hikitsugu]

don’t ship with me bc I will worship our ship and love on it every other second and when I’m not doing replies I will reblog things to fill our otp tag and I will message you lil things to reply to and cute headcanons and spine crippling anGST DONT DO IT I WARNED YOU

[sevnhells]

* FOR RAPUNZEL /  @imthelcstprincess​​  ( SC )  

❛  Hey there cupcake ----  ❜  It’s with her usual flare and nonchalance that Katherine carries herself toward her old friend . ❛ ---  Remember me   ?  ❜   With a curl of her lip , she flashes a subtle yet conniving grin ; Arms crossing perfectly over the black , beaded dress she was wearing to this lame party . With villainous confidence , the vampire wore her new body with pride ; excluding the tainted streaks of red in her hair ( -- those would soon be stripped ) . ❛  Notice anything different about me   ?    Sweet little Care hasn’t yet , but between you and I -- are we surprised ?  ❜ It was evident in her short giggle and beaming eyes , that Katherine was proud of her recent accomplishment in acquiring Elena’s body , and she just couldn’t wait to start her new life . ❛  Have you seen Stefan anywhere tonight ?   I’m sort of missing him , you know ?    ❜

[sevnhells]

lunaendowment‌:

kimahri was readying himself for any chance to jump at a stranger who came to close, but yuna senses this and turns to him. “ mm — could i have a moment to myself, please ? ” she says this in a gentle manner. there was no need to scare someone as regal as this woman away. especially when she simply wished to meet the summoner. 

once her guardians will retire, she will turn once more towards her familiar. different colored optics taking in their appearance. “ lady ashelia, it is my humble honor. ” though she does not know the other’s own origins, she will perform the yevon prayer. a greeting that most of spira seemed to take upon when saying hello to their neighbor. 

Ashelia returns  the gesture , before her hands would then gracefully return at her hips . Her stoic nature exudes through pursed lips and her typical stern expression. Nevertheless, despite her tough exterior, she is gentle hearted and displays this within her genuine request to journey with the summoner .

 ❛  Lady Yuna , we’ve only just met but If I may be so bold ---- I would like to join you on your pilgrimage ; Guard you as they do .  ❜ 

[sevnhells]

* FOR TALIA /  @fifthbornforrester​​  ( SC )

❛  Don’t scream .   ❜   Arya’s master of stealth and calmness was known to be unnerving to most , nevertheless , effective in cases like these ; To save the misfortuned from their helpless entrapment’s . The Bolton bastard lived up to his name --- He breathed chaos into the world , and forced claim upon women that would never have belonged to him had they been offered any choice . Arya hated men like this , and she had no fear of taking them down , even if the first few steps were to take away his toys .   ❛   Take my hand , and come with me quietly .  ❜ She requests , her tone in a whisper just loud enough for the two to hear .

[fullcfterrors]

Hi I love you

random love.  ♡ 

                          marissa. oh, marissa. my guuuurl, my ride of die, my wife, my partner in crime. i love you to death. its so rare that you find somebody where the conversation just flows and is effortless but with you it always has. i remember our first ever conversation man. you were just another margaery blog that i followed out of curiosity as we interacted with the same people and then us strong ass bitches rlly had a deep ass heart to heart without even really introducing ourselves. look at us now. you are one of the WORST influences over me and i think you could near enough coax me into helping you commit murder but for you – i would do it in a heartbeat. that’s how i’m currently sat here questioning how tf i ship ramsay and margaery wow. stay tuned dashboard !! put us on a motherfucking doc 

[sevnhells]

deadmaynever·:

   rickon does NOT ! feel liberated. in fact, he can feel his stomach churning    with tens of emotions ; none of them positive. though, there is relief. in making    the shot - in making ramsay seemingly PROUD. perhaps ramsay bolton was    insane ; all the way down to his core … but maybe he had GOOD intentions    in teaching rickon these things … to toughen him. rickon stark always had    people fighting on his behalf, be it bran, or hodor, or osha. it was surely time    he was taught proper to fight for HIMSELF, & more importantly, his sister.    the arrow is taken more confidently this time - strung in his bow as he listens.    every word is kept. rickon stark would never understand ramsay, but he could    try.  ❝ i love my sister. ❞  answered, voice low. thoughts submerged rickon,    as he try his best to put everything he has been told together for a decision.

   eddard stark would’ve killed a man who tried to steal sansa.    ramsay bolton would torture a man who tried to steal sansa.    where did rickon stark lie on this spectrum ?    ❝ i hate him. ❞  rickon decides aloud.  ❝ jon sent a man he clearly did not know    to try & take sansa. it was a foolish, reckless decision to trust this man. he    must not even care. ❞  with his words, rickon’s shot is aimed for the    TRAITORS stomach. unlike with the shot to the knee which had fallen short,    the arrow lands exactly where intended this time. his arms do not shake.    & as the bow falls back to his side, he is not so CONFUSED about his choice.

The boys words surprised him -- His tactic’s to manipulate him -- turn him against his own family ; it appeared to be working much faster than he anticipated . A joyous victory for the man , which he celebrated with a cocky glare back at his wife before continuing with his familial facade . ❛  Jon doesn’t care about much it seems . He hasn’t left his queen’s side even once to see you or your sister . Now , I’m an only child myself . But if I was ever lucky enough to have had a brother , I would do everything in my power to protect him .  ❜  Little would he ever know , he killed his infant brother -- willingly so .  

Ramsay’s striking blue eyes widened as he watched the arrow purposely pierce through the abdomen of his target . With parted lips , he gasped ; making sure to show his pride to the young man , who would at this rate soon follow in his footsteps . As he clapped , so did the men around them ; following suit of their lord .  ❛  That was your best shot . See how solid your posture was ?  You should be proud to hear his cries .     ❜   Now he puts on an empathetic expression , turning to face Rickon and quieting his voice for only him to hear . ❛  This is a man who would have raped your sister and left her for dead .  Now you get to decide what his punishment should be .   Shall I flay him ? Do you want him fed to the hounds --- ?    ❜ 

[sevnhells]

FOR CERSEI LANNISTER / @vengenca​   SC . 

   ❛   You are a glorious woman .     ❜ It was difficult to control his desires around the queen . They blinded him from any disgust she masked while in his presence . Euron was distracted by power , his prime and pride ; His longing for the woman to bare his children .   ❛  Our sons can rule the world , and it’s seas .    ❜  Calloused fingers brush against her soft cheek , and with a step forward , he towers slightly ; lips bit between his teeth as he attempts to swallow his burning desires .  ❛  I want every bit of you to myself .   ❜

[sevnhells]

deadmaynever·:

   rickon stark is helpless as he watches the bow taken from him as quickly    as it was given. helpless as he watches ramsay fire a perfect shot - the man    never seemed to MISS. chills race down his spine … & not the kind from the    crisp, northern air.  ❝ yes, my lord. ❞  this response comes long delayed,    words having been stuck in his throat.

   perhaps it is neither lucky nor unlucky that rickon’s greatest abilities come    from mimicry. the stark recreates ramsay’s positioning, careful with his    posture this time. though not perfect, rickon is damn near. he is quiet ;    wanting desperately to appease ramsay bolton, & willing himself to keep    his humanity. rickon knows RIGHT from WRONG, his father had done his    best to teach him. but maybe … maybe there were different rights & wrongs    in this world. rickon aims for the target, arrow directed to the knee.    nonlethal, says ramsay. impress your sister, says ramsay. surely rickon    doesn’t want ramsay bolton to grow IMPATIENT with him. or for his sister    to think of him weak …     so the arrow is fired, a bit below the knee, but nearly there. another cry from    the man, bringing a grimace to rickon’s features. gaze is torn from the target,    looking to ramsay for assessment. this is easier than watching the wound HE    caused begin to bleed.

There is a twisted enjoyment that overcomes the bastard as he watches the shot pierce through their victim’s exposed limb , resulting in another cry in pain . This was not his doing , but another’s -- making the experience all the more fun . Ramsay had no son’s , though he was now realizing how much he would thrive as a father ; ripping innocence from a boy and turning him into a man with no weaknesses -- The thought alone excited  him . ❛  Well done ! Now ... don’t you just feel so --- liberated  ?  ❜ With a strong pat and grip of Rickon’s shoulder , he then turns his attention back to his wife .  ❛   Are you watching, Sansa ? You’re witnessing your little brother become a man. He will grow to be just as ruthless as I .  ❜ He speaks with pride , but knows how much it pains the woman to witness the act , so he continues to rub her nose in his purposeful torment .  ❛  Did you know ? This man tried to sneak into our castle to take my beloved wife ... Your precious sister . Away from us .   ❜  He clicks his tongue , mocking a mother’s disappointment as his head moves slowly from side to side . A third arrow lifted and handed to the boy .   ❛  When another man tries to take something that belongs to you -- he deserves punishment .    ❜  Although he was attempting to save Sansa , Ramsay toyed with the boy’s emotions ; manipulated his intent with ease . ❛  He told me he was instructed by your bastard brother to save her -- and yet , he planned to take her for himself .    Now, you love your sister .  Don’t you   ?   So how will you punish him , Rickon  ?     ❜

[sevnhells]

FOR MARGAERY TYRELL / BETROTHAL PLOTTED . @win-cr-die​ 

Ramsay , now newly crowned with the Bolton name , freed from his life as a mere bastard , stood in Highgarden with eyes laying focus on his bride to be . The young Tyrell carried herself gracefully to his side gowned in ivory , and he watched as her father removed the cloak stitched in their house emblems , before replacing it with his own  -- A southern symbol of tradition , as he would now take her father’s place in her source of protection . The Bolton’s shades of black and grey suited the rose quite nicely . Perhaps it was because of the overbearing sight of bright colours the gardens offered ; it was obnoxious, really , how sheathed their wedding was with flowers of every kind known to man . 

As Ramsay gently pulled curly brown strands out from under the black cloak , her striking beauty admittedly caught his eye . He was not blind -- She was magnificent, regardless of his initial disinterest in the love and loyalties required in a typical betrothal . Though he’d expect her to be like any lady ; Weak and boring . She would be nothing but a prize possession , a woman needed only for his own power and political gain .  ❛  You look stunning .  ❜ He says with passion , a small smirk curled at his lips as he then took a gentle hold of her hand , but before they turned away from the crowd , he eyed the woman he did love , truly , who stood aside with a visible look of displeasure . He pay no mind , rather smoothly fell into their recited vows . In fact , the words came easily to him -- They were just words , after all . He spoke no truth , but was always flawless in appearing as if he did . ❛  With this kiss , I pledge my love  -- and take you for my lady , and my wife .  ❜ His striking blue eyes met hers , a thumb caressing the side of her hand ; though that show of affection was done only to light fire to the jealousy he knew Myranda would be enduring having been forced to watch . 

[timothechallamet]

Iwan Rheon looking particularly fine in Battle of the Bastards

[evanrsiers]

[sevnhells]

STARTER CALL. SPECIFY MUSE. 

[sevnhells]

i bought the book set of asoiaf n _  n  & it will be arriving today & i’ m   excited .