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Mr. Bae-lish❤️
I swear I’m only a little obsessed
The 24-Hour Celebration of this blog's 1-Year Anniversary: The Tumblr Tourney!
Uh oh, Littlefinger has arrived at the 1-year anniversary tourney. It looks like he's brought all of his finest…workers as well. What should we do?
Littlefinger and the brothel workers can stay
Littlefinger can stay, but the brothel workers have to leave
The brothel workers can stay, but Littlefinger has to leave
Nah, all of Littlefinger’s party gotta go. This is a family friendly event.
The Vale’s girls
bran stark x f! reader (draft)
Warnings: mention of death
"I want to meet them, father!" Lynn squirmed and her hands grew sweaty as she felt her parent's blank stare.
“Know them? Tell me, Lynn, how do you plan to do it?” Her lord her father adjusted his doublet with a mocking smile that made her feel ridiculous, that gesture of his always made her feel that way. “Before or during her attack? Because savages tend to aim for the head and I'm afraid if you have a sore mouth you won't be able to tell much about them.”
Lynn bit her lip, humiliated, her shoulders slumped in defeat.
“You see, my dear daughter, those are dreams of infants and…”
She felt disconnected for a few seconds, the sting that came from the words and words released by her parent did nothing more than stun her and cause a repulsion towards herself. She was an idiot. How had he come up with such a stupid idea? Interact with the savages on the other side of the wall. They would kill her painfully for the mere fact of being in front of them.
“I hope you understand.”
She nodded and felt the tender caress produced by her response.
That day Lynn gave up a part of her innocence.
"Please Sansa!"
She looked with pleading eyes at the one who had been the victim of her jealousy for years. Lady Stark was not moved by her father's voice despite the tears streaming down her pale face. No, Lynn had known her better than anyone, it was a mask that she learned to perfect through her and her father's influence.
“Lord Baelish, I sentence you to death.”
Lynn pursed her lips simply as she felt a jumble of emotions inside her. She wanted to scream to avoid it, she wanted everything to go dark at the same time, she wanted to kill her, she wanted her father to die with her. After all he always favored young Sansa over his own blood.
It would be fair for him to rot with the redhead.
When Arya Stark cut his neck, she felt for a second a feeling of euphoria, her face was teary and her hands were sweaty but a crooked smile shone on her lips. Finally, everything went dark.
She opened her eyes, realizing that she was on a bed and had wet strips on her forehead. When she recovered, she was taken before the Queen of the North and her brooding brothers of hers. Brandon Stark had always gotten on her nerves; she had exclaimed to her father that they should leave Winterfell when he said the same phrase that was on her father's mind.
"Chaos is a ladder"
But he didn't take her into account and now he wasn't in the world of the living.
Arya Stark spoke again, turning away from them to go to the winter castle, while Brandon and Sansa remained in the forest with her.
"I'm sorry you saw that." The inhumanly calm voice of the young three-eyed raven sent a chill down her spine. His dark eyes seemed to bore into her.
"His father was a traitor."
Lynn felt a slight pang of anger at Sansa's words.
"But he was still his father."
He barely finished speaking, he fixed his brown eyes on her again and for some reason, she felt that their paths were permanently connected.
Game of Thrones - One Shots/Imagines: Part Three - Sandor Clegane X Stark!Reader - Surface Pressure (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1179238040-game-of-thrones-one-shots-imagines-part-three?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=laureniscrazy96&wp_originator=%2FB9RwV8O%2FOdNCiUakgziOAxuAPk%2BAB%2Bh7O54jpCGhMmHtiHEYDuNJBMYxSWXkGcDaybJRlRBEzjKcKnDzFIoFIpTfjborNlcRM6Jzm6G9trf68GAIi8kqXuLsFyXOz6L
I know this wasn't in the show but love this picture soooo much.
i love that the books provide no motive for littlefinger orchestrating the war of the five kings and frankly i hope georgie never gives him one. it's much more fun to picture him chilling in king's landing and then one day out of the blue being like "oh this will be so funny"