#strsinthesky

[lastxdragon]

Heartbreaker starter

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@strsinthesky​

╣❦╠ ƈօռզʊɛʀɨռɢ ֆȶօʀʍ ❧

The pot edge was cool on her fingertips, but it didn’t help the roiling of her stomach. Arthur’s voice was muted through the thick, wooden door, but she heard him. His words. His tone. There’s a light hint of confusion. Daenerys doesn’t blame him, but that doesn’t stir anything within her to tell him why she can’t keep any food down. Why the smell of certain things sends her racing to the water closet. The queasiness had begun over a week prior, but she’d managed to keep it from him for there was no confusion in her mind what this was.

“I am in no danger!” Daenerys manages, scooping a handful of water from the nearby bowl to wash out her mouth. She wouldn’t put it past him to break the door down, danger or not. Her knight ached to make up for a perceived failing to protect her brother, Rhaegar, and Daenerys was never quite sure of his true affections. Oh, he was demonstrative, affectionate, almost loving, but only almost. He constantly declared himself too old, too ‘common’, to be anything more than her occasional lover.

Except he wasn’t. Daenerys didn’t lay with any other. Her free hand smoothed over her belly. Soon she would begin to show and there’d be no way to keep this from Arthur. Unless… They were leaving for Dragonstone in two days time. Sending him away would normally be next to impossible, but this presented an opportunity that he likely wouldn’t refuse - a chance to visit his homeland as her emissary. Dany stood slowly, willing her stomach to steady and, finally, she opened the door with flushed cheeks.

“A simple disagreement with my meal, certainly nothing which requires a knight’s attention,” she told him dryly, sweeping past him. Her heart ached in futility. He didn’t love her, he loved that he was serving Rhaegar’s sister. “As you are here, I have been pondering on who to send to Dorne on my behalf. No one is more suited to this task than you.”

[capitaineathos]

Wake up, hun. (from Aramis!)

"What the fuck happened...?" Athos groaned, throwing his arm over his eyes to block out the light coming through the window. "My head is killing me...!"

The last he remembered... God, what was the last he remembered? He was on a plane... Vegas, that was it! They'd gone to Vegas! Why the hell were they in Vegas...?

"Shit, how much did I have to drink last night...?"

[packsurvivcs-a]

@strsinthesky gets to deal with like a dozen starters right now, but regular verse

“I was looking for you” she said simply as she settled in the spot next to Gendry. She’d overheard that apparently Robert was planning on having Bella marry Willas, and of course that would royally mess everything up considering that each person in that agreement was already very much emotionally involved. “So I overheard your father saying he wants to marry your sister off to Lord Willas” Arya actually liked the lord from Highgarden, he was very nice. Sansa was completely enamored, and it was rather entertaining to see, “And considering my brother might mope for the rest of his life if this happens, I need your help”

[tallowes]

strsinthesky replied to your post: oberyn and satin both living in cold fear of...

tbh catch Oberyn making the craziest shit up just to freak tight laced people out ‘yeah, no, I’m serious, you bring alll the vegetables into bed with you and you just lay them in a circle and dance in the circle for ten minutes, then eat them all, it’s a fertility ritual, promise’

jshlksg satin just fucking tries to fucking NOPE out of all convos like that he only fucking gets into that shit w/ his homies bc like........ he’s not getting paid to put up w/ this shit anymore and it was BARELY tolerable then that’s why like.... when someone starts asking him shit / talking about it w/ him with like.... Intent he’s just like ‘ah shit here we go again’. like it’s so Tired he doesn’t wanna hear you just got into spanking lady wilhemina you basic bitch

[thewxndererswarriors-archived]

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       Jon didn’t mean that. He has very much a Stark, the Blood of Winterfall and Winter Kings. But he had been a bastard of a Great House that was brought up alongside the noble=born children, who carried their father’s name. But, as he marched Such Jon could not fathom the circumstances that might befall their queen. The Damn Scoprions were thought to be all destroyed, but treachery revealed more in the ground and struck the dragon Queen a7nd Drogon as they flew above in the liberation. 

         Jon was standing there in Kinglsands, breaking from the meeting of the Great Lords and Ladies of Westeros. Jon knew that Dorne was an important alley to the crown for centuries. He also knew from Vary’s that Arianne Martell was betrothed to the Cart King before his demise. The woman was indeed a breathtaking beauty with perfect everything, so he tried not to look to far past his eyes when they were in conversation. 

           Jon had been wanting to put his sister on the Throne, but she was content with Winterfell & the North. Edmure Tully even tried to through his hat in the ring. He was once again supplanted by Samwell, who brought up Jon’s name here just as he did back at the wall. It was beginning to seem the only option, that wrestled with his internal duality all his life of being a bastard and having no lands or riches to his own name. It would mean making an heir. 

             Jo n was now captured in the allure of her gaze Helpless with his cold grey eyes, unable to look away. He had spent so many years on the titering edge of collapse, he wondered of his shoulders could carry any more of it with them. Her touch was, so nice that it jolted a shudder through him, ‘ Dorne does not hate bastards?’ 

[packsurvivcs-a]

@strsinthesky liked THIS for a starter from ARYA (for band boy)

“Would you hate me if I accidentally kept your favorite hoodie that you let me borrow the other day?” she asked as she looked over at him. Okay she hadn’t accidentally kept it, she’d stolen it and he wasn’t getting it back. It was comfortable, and it covered just enough of her body that after practice, she didn’t have to worry about actually throwing anything on over her leotard. It was mostly his fault because he’d been nice and let her borrow it because she’d been cold, and now he probably wasn’t getting it back. 

[packsurvivcs-a]

🔥 + the starks

Send me a “ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion.

I wish the show explored their dynamics more post reunion, I HATED the fact that they put Sansa and Arya against each other, like am I expected to believe that Arya would actually threaten her own sister that she’d just take her face? Fuck no. We are not about that life. I wish that we got to see more of the starks together as a family. Even the reunion with Jon, was separate, and I mean I loved that they reunited in the godswood and it was a callback to them back in Season 1. Basically I’m salty that we didn’t get to see more of their family dynamic and it sucks because essentially they made such a big deal about the PACK being a big deal but there was no real emphasis on it. 

ALSO RICKON WOULD KNOW ENOUGH TO FUCKING ZIG ZAG

[epeolxtry]

@strsinthesky liked for aramis/kisa

Awake not three seconds and he had the nerve to try and charm her. “ Descarado. ” Kisa couldn’t fight off the smile, the barest hint of a blush tinging her cheeks with pink as she rolled her eyes. First thing he says upon awaking from a life-threatening injury and it was trying to sweet talk her, her abuela would ring his ears if she knew. She should have known he’d be a flirt by that perfectly manicured beard he’d had (she’d taken to doing some maintenance shaving in his unconscious state but her lines weren’t nearly as neat as his had been).

Her gaze followed the movement of his hand to her amateur attempt and stitching him up. “ I never did enjoy sewing but at least the skill has finally come in handy. ” And she’d done it shaking with nerves, worried that she would mess up, make it worse. The outcome had been surprisingly successful, though she hadn’t breathed a sigh of relief until second day in when some of the aggravated redness had dissipated.

Kisa reached for the cup of water she’d sat on the bedside table, bringing it to his lips to help him drink as she answered, he had to be parched after all. “ I found you in the woods, bleeding and half dead. ” As she spoke she urged him to drink, murmuring that she hadn’t been able to get much liquid in him while he was unconscious and he was probably dehydrated. “ With the war going on… I didn’t know who you were or where you came from. I thought the safest bet would be to bring you home with me. ” No doubt a shameless flirt such as himself would enjoy that.