#tolvys

[killthebxy]

❄️ : tolvys / sapphireoath.

trading snowflakes for the cloak of protection (always accepting) // @tolvys & @sapphireoath

         WHERE DO I START WITH VIC. seriously, where do i start with this gem whomst i love?? guess i can start with how breathtaking of a writer she is, with a characterization of Brienne that is such an absolute joy to read and that makes even the books themselves pale in comparison. i have always had the softest spot for Brienne as a character and ever since i met Vic and her sweet gem & my Jon began interacting — it’s to the point where i’d flip over the Empire State Building for the two of them, no questions asked. which actually reminds me i have to reply to our thread, because Bri is about to take the black AND THIS IS GOING TO BE EPIC. I DARE THE MUTINEERS TO EVEN BREATHE WRONG IN MY BOY’S DIRECTION NOW. …but anyway. have i also mentioned that Vic is the loveliest soul in this world? because she is, we’ve known each other for so long now and she’s always so supportive, so nice, so friendly, so funny — and she brings joy to my life tbh. and ofc how can i forget she now has her beautiful multi-muse and how among others she has given me the icon that is Qhorin Halfhand???? the day we start plotting for these two is the day the world ends, mark my words. in the meanwhile, i want Vic to know how loved, cherished, appreciated, admired she is, and that i am always the proudest of her and of everything she does, be it ic or ooc ❤

[zcldrizes-a]

anyway so au with the battle of winterfell where barristan and jorah are the ones flanking dany to protect her from the wights because we all know barristan didn’t die.

@exilekniight & @tolvys

[thesellsword]

@exilekniight, laughing maniacally:  me: oh no @zcldrizes: oh no @tolvys: good grief

[tolvys]

“I never could lie to you.“ h i. renly pls. uwu

meme | accepting | @goldenngore​

𝑫𝑨𝑾𝑵’𝑺 𝑳𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑺𝑷𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑺 𝑺𝑶𝑭𝑻 𝑮𝑶𝑳𝑫 𝑼𝑷𝑶𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑴 ; loras is illuminated, heavenly, the spirit of the warrior come to grace his bed. these moments of stolen bliss are all they have. lazily tucked between silk sheets, knight’s head resting upon king’s shoulder, long fingers chasing delicate patterns across soft skin. during these hazy mornings they can forget the war that rages around them ----- can forget the forces that would keep them apart. 𝑵𝑶𝑾 𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑺𝑬 𝑭𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑷𝑼𝑳𝑳 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯 𝑩𝑹𝑶𝑾𝑵 𝑪𝑼𝑹𝑳𝑺, velvet-soft and fine, a soothing motion meant just as much for himself as for loras. ‘ no, my darling ; i know your face too well. ‘ now a smile touches renly’s mouth, genuine and kind, a small smile meant only for loras --- so different from that gregarious grin he uses for the sake of ingratiation. he turns, moving to touch his forehead to the other’s, making it impossible for loras to avoid renly’s lidded gaze.‘ 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑴𝑬,  ser loras of house tyrell. ‘ gentle words from gentle mouth, which presses an even gentler kiss to the knight’s forehead. ‘ no need to deny it ---- not anymore. ‘ 

[zcldrizes-a]

oh wait now it's gonna be a random artemis positivity moment : ) you are an incredible writer and an incredible friend and i'm so happy to have come back to the asoiaf fandom just bc it brought me back to you. you are such a good person and an amazing writer and you bring a light to daenerys that the writers of the show clearly haven't grasped. i luv you and i will throw myself on an army of wights for you. k that's it bye

yes hi this is footage of a dead artie and you can thank vic for my death.

[thesellsword]

@exilekniight, @thesellsword/@thedolorous, @sapphireoath/@tolvys, & @zcldrizes are amazing, lovely, genius, sweet, strong, creative, cool, and just the best people to be on a voice call with at 4am.

@exilekniight @sapphireoath @tolvys @zcldrizes | positivity crawl

we stan a messy vc group huijfdkdsgf i love ya’ll 

[zcldrizes-a]

barristan says to these rude childish anons: come at me

look at my VERY MUCH ALIVE queensguard.

[gedwimora-arc]

SHIERA ( @tolvys​ ) said ❝All things return, like every salty tear returns to the sea.❞ 

Lone ruby eye turns and gazes from where it sits in the bone colored death mask that once was and might still be considered a face, at the form unmarred by time glowing still in all her radiance and for a moment a thousand different moments flash before him like leaves in a windstorm. If he could move he would embrace her. Cry, he would be in tears. Feel true joy he would be beaming. But there is little of him left that is not bound into the tree now and little he may do outside if its web and influence. Still there is plenty left to soar at the sight of her, for a smile. To bask in her perfection once more.

“Shiera, my love. You came back.”