#jernhjerte

[starfrckled-a]

@jernhjerte​​  said  :   ❝  you can’t die. I won’t let you.  ❞     (   miscellaneous angst starters :  selectively accepting  )

   THERE IS NOTHING HE WOULD NOT DO FOR HER, even face death and he would do so a hundred times, without regrets  ——  as long as he dies at her side, sword in hand and a war cry on his lips. It would be the highest honor, there would be no greater feat. Perhaps no bard will ever sing about it, about the low born boy who gave his heart and his life to Asha Greyjoy, yet Qarl pays it no mind. He has long since accepted this fate, is ready to swear it has all been worth it in front of their God and everyone who might hear.     He cups her cheek with one hand, expression almost solemn, with no smile to break the seriousness of it. The look a devout priest would offer to god when praying, just before kneeling down, a saint accepting martyrdom. They are no saints, that is true, but no one could deny the devotion in his gaze.     « I am not afraid. »   he carefully pushes strained words out of blood stained mouth, blinking to try and focus his blurry vision on her features, familiar and so much loved.   « If I die we will meet again. I will wait for you down in the Halls, my love. »   this could be his last vow, it is only right for it to be entrusted to her ears alone.

[archivedwench]

asha greyjoy did not intend to be taken alive . she would die as she had lived , with an axe in her hand and a laugh upon her lips .

for @jernhjerte |  meme / not accepting.

art cred: i ii iii iv

[killedinstead]

@litttlebeast sent an owl: @@@ for every ‘@’ sent (anon or not) I WILL mention and post some positivity about a fellow tumblr user // no longer accepting

@hiddensteel : i adore alex, her sansa is spot on, and always has been. she breaths such beauty and life into a character who deserves the world tbh. and i am ubber lucky that alex let’s my muses just adopt her sansa. 

@killthebxy : a pure gem and a beautifully written jon snow. d&d who? and i very much love the few things we have going. but just having them on my dash is a real treat.  

@jernhjerte : i feel like i have been following jackie for forever, and wow her amazingness has never ceased to amaze me. and im so excited we are finally writing things. and idk how i tricked such a legend into thinking i was cool, but here we are. 

[trickstercaptain-archive]

        He was in the comfort of his own bed at least; he could tell that without even opening his eyes. And nor was his head pounding, either. Instead, it felt oddly peaceful, to open his eyes and watch as his cabin came into focus, daylight streaming through the bay windows. To feel well rested, too, was a rare thing, and so Jack’s thoughts almost immediately turned to how long he must have been asleep.

        How long had it been since the battle? Since Beckett’s forces had retreated from Shipwreck Cove? Since he stabbed Davy Jones’ heart on Will’s behalf, consigning him to servitude in order to save his life? His stomach gave an involuntary lurch at the thought. Considering his lack of a hangover, he surely couldn’t have been present for any of the celebrations which had followed their unexpected victory. 

        The sleep of the dead, it must have been -- although that phrase held a certain ring of irony given what Jack Sparrow had already experienced of death.

         It was only when he turned his head away from the window that he realised he wasn’t alone. Had he not still been drifting in that pleasant, liminal space between wakefulness and sleep, Jack might have bolted upright with a start, but instead he glanced over at Asha, sat with a book in the corner, with a calm sort of bemusement.

        After a moment, he slowly sat up, rubbing the dust from his eyes -- and realising that his bandana wasn’t in its usual place, wrapped around his forehead.Truly naked, then. He noticed it neatly left on the side, along with the rest of his effects, save the white shirt and breeches that he was still wearing. His gaze wandered back to Asha, blearily catching her eye. ‟ Love? ”

@jernhjerte

[txrosh]

                                                 @jernhjerte

[honeyglaze-a-blog]

SWEAT GLISTENS UPON GOLDEN CANVAS AND SHE IS A GLITTERING STAR ACCOMPANYING SUMMER SUN. she smiles with pride, settling comfortably in her new position -- mounted upon favorite captain. fingers tap upon the dagger inches away from lover’s cheek, as if to announce her win. it has taken days to finally slip pass asha’s defenses, to trick gaze left as she glides right -- a swift kick of her leg enough to urge her down. 

 head tilts, vibrant gaze wandering over the beauty beneath her, awaiting a surrender.    ‘  well, well...  ’    a brow quirks, gaze lingering upon her lips, curled in a lazy smile.    ‘  it’s not often i get to see you like this.  ’    eyes meet, and smile blossoms, shaped in mischief.    ‘  i almost forgot how much i like it.  ’

❛  ◞   HERA MOOD TONIGHT  /   ↺ @jernhjerte

[thesellsword]

First up, positivity for: jernhjerte / thevictors because she has come into my life and we have already created the most beautiful ship with the most beautiful au and we have been talking for days now, and she's just such a positive person. And I honestly have adored getting to know her, and plotting with her, so much !

POSITIVITY FOR ALL !!! (send in always tbh)@jernhjerte / @thevictors

i just recently started following jernhjerte and i do not regret it at all!! LOOK AT HOW MUCH KENNA LOVES YOU i love this message it is so Soft

[immobiliter]

       ‟ She’s not like most ships that pass through here. ” The comment slipped out without thinking as Anamaria stood there on the wharf, tending to her own fishing dory and watching curiously at the hustle and bustle of men and cargo at one of the neighbouring ships. But it wasn’t just her unique design that had caught her eye ( more of a longship than a traditional Bermuda-rigged vessel that most pirates used in these parts ); the woman who strode down the gangplank with a man’s authority and swagger had also consumed her attention, too. Female captains were not unheard of in Tortuga, of course, but they were certainly a rarity -- and Anamaria could not recall ever laying eyes on one who looked quite like she did.

         She was intrigued, to say the very least -- though she hesitated a little upon realising that her comment had caught the female captain’s attention and drawn her gaze. Anamaria straightened up a little, adjusting the yellow bandana tied around her forehead. ‟ It’s my sisters and mother you’re looking for, am I right? ”

@jernhjerte / s.c.