#ironhostaged

[onceporcelain-a]

@ironhostaged        ♡

       “Robb isn’t here, y’know,” Sansa comes across harsher than intended, would be a liar if she apologized for the fact. It just… feels strange. Theon is her brother’s friend, not her own – yet he stands there, taking up more space than she cares for him to. Sansa couldn’t even tell him when Robb would be back, had no idea when he left or where he’d intended to go. The frown on her face deepens for a brief moment, something she stubbornly ignores.

[brokcnidentity-blog]

                     HER ARMS ARE CROSSED over her chest, a pout present on her face. she hates that she has to share theon greyjoy’s bed. but there was a sinister smell in her own chambers---- she had the sneaking suspicion that one of the boys had done it. in all honesty, she had to expect the groping from him--- it was theon after all. still, she swatted his hand away && protested. 

                   “ yes theon, we all know about your so-called MAGIC cock. but keep it in your pants. there’s a smell in my room && i could not sleep. the ONLY reason i’m here is because your room was the closest and i am exhausted. if you try to touch me again, i WILL hit you. ”

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She was going to kill Sansa and Tommen for getting her involved in this stupid game. What should she be doing right now? Something normal. Something like curling up on the couch with a glass of wine and something on Netflix, but here she was. In the vast expanses of the house’s back yard. Searching for a stupid Pokemon. At night. In the dark. Alone. And, okay, so maybe it was just in the backyard, but there were enough trees and shadows and night-noises to make her jumpy. At least the stupid thing wasn’t too much further. Without looking where she was going (too absorbed in the glowing screen), she walked straight into something. No, not something. Someone. 

And screamed.

“Theon Greyjoy!” When she had recovered enough to see who it was, she smacked him (ineffectually) on the arm, tried to glare (ineffectually). “What the hell are you doing here?” 

[handofhonor]

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meme: ooc meme thingystatus: accepting

       what’s your favorite holiday?

i love the stretch from thanksgiving to new years eve. it’s just a really fun time of the year with lots of family and lots of exciting things going on c: i also love my birthday, that’s a holiday as well ;)

[mithraiic-blog]

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icon meme || accepting

Okay i don’t know if it’s the make up or costuming or the hair, but I srsly can’t get over how gaunt and skinny Alfie Allen became in season 6. Like dayum kraken son, can I give you a few cheeseburgers? :(

[handofhonor]

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meme: oc rp meme thingstatus: accepting

☿ : a trope you dislike?

it’s not really a trope? or maybe it is, idk but i really don’t like the fostering trope. i don’t like fostering plots because there’s only so much you can do with it before it gets stale and old. now if it’s a very well thought out and plotted fostering thing then i’m 100% okay with it c:

[handofhonor]

{ @ironhostaged

      the door opened as ned looked up from his papers. it was theon, just on time as ned had hoped. thankfully he wasn’t working in the office because this wasn’t exactly a conversation he wnated to have at the office. noting the backpack, ned gestured for theon to sit. “how were your classes?” ned asked out of curiosity. while ned was his legal guardian, he had little say over what theon did in school now that he was in college. he did have a say over what was going to happen over the next few days.