#oerhishall

[agirlingrey]

Unlike you lot, @oerhishall and I have a respect for true love. | beautiful Jalliser song.

[wolfqueennamedstark]

@oerhishall it’s official. Alliser has become one of Sansa’s guard. Please accept your personal cloak and protect the precious with your life

[zcldrizes-a]

aesthetics. // daenerys targaryen x alliser thorne.

ft. @oerhishall​

[clevrest]

/kisses Cedric deeply bc holiday

                                                  international kissing day // not accepting *!

        he’s certain the bourbon soaked tongue snaking its way past his lips must be searching for something considering how aggressively locke has grabbed him. it’s not completely unusual, but there is a certain sparkling energy between the two this time that usually only shows itself in the privacy of their own home, when it is revealed just how much affection truly lies beneath the surface. one arm snakes its way around locke’s shoulders as he feels one of his lover’s doing the same around his waist. leather jackets press together and cedric hungrily returns the kiss by slipping his own tongue between the other’s lips for his own taste. 

          ‘ if you dont fuck me like you love me in the next five minutes, i swear you’ll regret it. ‘  cedric’s lips barely pull away for a moment before he has breathlessly spat the words out, quickly returning to the task at hand as one leg lifts, thigh wrapping itself around locke’s waist – the international symbol that he would very much like a hand gripping the curve of his ass. he breaks the kiss one last time to chug the remainder of his vodka before attacking with even greater gusto, and even more affection.

[killthebxy-archive]

‘ i made a new friend today! ‘

Jon about @oerhishall in Harry Potter verse

[killtherxven-blog]

oerhishall replied to your post: shits on his shoulder

this feathered /thing/ is a problem that needs a good SOLVING

[fallesto]

@oerhishall

NO ONE STOOD TALLER THAN THE MOUNTAIN... NO ONE COULD EVER DEFEAT HIM...

He had been chosen to represent the crown. To bring justice to a wounded mother. Her son had been murdered by a half man. A sinful act that needed to be punished. The beast of a man did not care for politics, it never interested him at all, he only cared about fighting and killing -- it was what he was best at.

He was sworn to the queen regents house. His fame, his fortune, his lands and his titles had been gifted to him by her house. She had picked him to represent her, to fight for her, to bring her the justice she desired. He rode from the north to the south to be her champion. Arriving at the great city and carrying out his duties -- training by killing the crowns prisoners.

Who was he fighting? Who was the man foolish enough to stand against him, he didn't ask nor did he care. He was already a dead man, he had crushed thousands and this would be no different. He remembered that day, the sun shining down on him. The crowd, the queen watching him with great interest. He knew the man, he knew his face and his name and he knew why he wanted to fight him -- he wanted revenge for the sins the monster had committed.

ORDERS WHERE ORDERS... A BEAST OBEYED THE ONE WHO HELD HIS CHAIN...

He remembered every cut. He remembered the man slicing the weakest parts of his armour to bring him down and he remembered the thrust of his spear, breaking through his thick around and passing through him, yet it was not enough. His heart still beat -- he still had power and he lured the man close, knocking him down and knocking his jaw loose to shut him up as he gripped him, he wanted revenge for his sister -- he had failed so he could share her fate as he crushed his skull without any effort.

IT WAS THE LAST THING HE REMEMBER... AFTER THAT IT WAS JUST PAIN...

He lost all power. He felt weak. He felt strained. He should be dead, but he wasn't. He was alive, barely. He knew he was strong, stronger than any other man, but no one was strong enough to fight off death, something was happening -- someone was doing everything in their power to keep him alive. He didn't know how long time passed. He didn't feel anything anymore. He didn't feel parts removed from him and new things added -- if this was the price that needed to be paid for him to live -- then so be it -- he would pay it.

The moment finally arrived. When he felt powerful again, when he was able to twitch his fingers and from there he was able to move. He had laid on that slap for far too long, the world continued around him as he rested and healed, but now he felt ready as he moved, his hand moving forward as he would push the white covers from him as he managed to raise himself up into a seated position as he slowly turned his head around and looked around.

"...."

[wolfqueennamedstark]

@oerhishall replied to your post “note to self: finish AFFC so I can write a meta on Petyr”

/awaits with HEAVY BREATHING

don’t breathe too hard cuz I have a long way to go in AFFC and I want you to read it when I’m done. I can’t have you passing out before then.