[vallorous]

( how do you send nudes in this verse? ) *ahem* send a raven. FINGERGUNS

                        “ — sometimes i wish i’d never become lord of winterfell. ”

[vallorous]

[vallorous]

𝐉𝐎𝐍

❝ THAT’S NOT A real chance … && besides, I like it. && so do the girls ❞

                      “ —— is that so? ”

[vallorous]

𝐉𝐎𝐍.

❝ YOU HAVEN’T EVEN given it a chance. it grows on you, promise ❞

                   “ i gave it a chance when you walked into the room! i hate it! ”

[vallorous]

                  “ my brutally honest opinion? i hate it. ”

[vallorous]

i’m making a dionysus no one can stop me!!

[vallorous]

what do you guys think about rping a greek god???

[vallorous]

@fortcvolontc bc i can

                 “ james! good timing. seen bran around by chance? ”

[valyrianstccl-a]

you guys!! why do you all have to be so fantastic?!? seriously, i love & appreciate my followers so much, even though you have questionable quality standards :p i proised myself i wouldn’t cry *wipes eyes with tissue*. but seriously, i don’t know what i’ve done to deserve you all. i am not particularly close with you guys, and i apologize for that. my social skills, even via anonymous computer things, is terrible. i have trouble keeping my relationships afloat in real life & online is even more painful. i would like to take this time to express how grateful i am & to share some special appreciation with some of you who have made this a wonderful two months of roleplaying ( yep, it’s only been two months & i’m already close to 500 followers. i am overwhelmed tbh ). i cannot include you all, there’s no way i’m going to remember that many users but know that i love you just as much. if you’re not on this list it doesn’t mean i don’t love you, it just means i have a terrible memory & i’m useless.

BABY DRAGONS

@droppedrubies, @fircsung, @foughthonorably, @secxndstark, @stillgotclaws, @taintedblccd, @killthebxy, @gclden, @breakercfchains, @vallorous, @perzysdaria, @queenxmargaery, @honourofwesterling

THE COMPANY ( I MAY OR MAY NOT BE HIDING IN YOUR INTERNET BUSHES RN… )

@agirlingrey, @irondecay, @starkmatriarch, @dornishdrxgon, @sansavis, @steelunderneath, @nihtwulf, @reekcd, @sunofdorne, @sunadorned, @dornishveined, @boltxnbastard, @benjenstcrk, @worshipsonlydeath, @needlcd, @rhaclla, @alnnys, @oftarth, @oflegendaries, @aerlyth, @epeolxtry, @eitherpeace-orwar, @badinvcstmcnt, @hangtherules, @handofhonor, @hammerwielded, @herroyaldarkness, @outlawiism, @lionswrath, @liondaughter, @arcusignis, @wildmoored, @withanarmy, @cloakruined, @dcrnishdragcn, @ashesri, @astatheloner, @braveborn, @watcherandshield, @wargskin, @cerseilionesslannister, @calledemrys, @decreedlore, @diedking, @ravenxhaired, @qceenmother, @daenfireys, @deargteine, @fadeflame, @fadetogrey, @forsakingonevow, @goldenngore, @crowedeye, @crimson-smirks, @kingwhocared, @khelaesi, @longmayshereign-cersei, @mithraiic, @flamedwarrior, @pearlofruins, @servinglies, @thracixn, @theeldestsun, @vaedar, @whpchh, @whispersong, @wintercrowned, @yngwolfrobb, @mlsdr, @rxdpriest, @faithserum, @noblestsand, @moreastark, @zcldrizes + a million others <3

[vallorous]

JAIME.

▓▓ ⚔ ▓▓  K I N G S L A Y E R

It had been years since he had graduated from Hogwarts, years since he had left those hallowed halls. His time at Hogwarts was not the easiest, Jaime had been a Gryffindor in a house of Slytherins and one Ravenclaw. But here he was, in line to be the next head of Magical Law Enforcement. Part of his path to becoming the head of the department was heading this youth program. A few  Aurors were sent to Hogwarts to meet with promising recruits, all hand picked by director. Aurors and possible recruits. One look at the file told Jaime either the director was testing him OR the director didn’t give two fucks about this program or the results that came from it. 

Jaime knew this because of the match. Robb Stark had been named his trainee, the son of a man Jaime despised. 

“ So you think you have what it takes to be an auror? ”

                        it’s already RESOLVED within his mind that if he has to put up with jaime lannister to become an auror, he’d consider it done. merlin, he’d rather work with old walder frey than this man, all smug grins and boasting about his abilities. surely, he was decent enough at his job -- robb had never heard otherwise -- but his morals were... questionable. besides, the lannisters hadn’t exactly been CLOSE to the stark family. the two pureblood lineages couldn’t seem to find a single era where they might get along. he only wore a smile for them during christmas for UNCLE ROBERT’S sake.                         yet lips hold no smile now, chin held high in pride and eyes steady, not letting them waver from the other’s. “ with the PROPER TRAINING, sir. ”

[vallorous]

DUMBASS TWIN.

                       “Nah. In the immortal words of one Mr. Barry White, I’m ‘never, never                         gonna give you up baby’. I’d run into a BURNING building and get                         some NASTY burns for you, mate.”                                                                                         He winks at his brother then                         stretches out on the lower bunk bed, his arms folded LAZILY behind                         his head. “I’ll DEFINITELY go this time, alright? Potentially THREE                         more times to make it up to you. I’ll have to check what’s going on                         ELSEWHERE nearer the time though.”

                         “ ---- you’re such a piece of shit. ” though the words are accusing, it’s only meant to tease, shaking his head with the softest of laughs. though he’ll ADMIT, that if it came down to it, brynden would do the very same. he simply wouldn’t trade his brother best friend for anything in this world. though it’s rare that this sentiment is voiced.                          “ how ‘bout whether you like it or not, you’ll be going. HELL, if we both don’t turn up soon, mother is bound to have a fit and visit us here. where she’s bound to find certain items which should never be found in our possession, according to her. ” a pointed look, and he collapses to the lower bunk just beside his twin, too lazy to climb to the top. “ and what a SHAME you won’t be able to make it to another one of your shitty parties. ”

[vallorous]

RAM.

     It was his fault. Not for not looking. Not for falling asleep. But Ramsay knows somehow, deep down, that this wouldn’t have happened if not for him. Unbidden his brain runs through his less-than-savory acquaintances, anyone who’d be jealous or wish him ill. It isn’t Euron’s style, nor any of the Greyjoys. Not Damon. But it reeks of the Freys. 

     “No, it is. Somehow it is. Somehow it’s because of me.” And just like that he’s crying. Ramsay Bolton hasn’t cried in years. “I thought you were dead…” He doesn’t mean to say it out loud. But he does, and he tastes salt on his lips as he buries his face in Robb’s chest.

                        robb can still feel the way his heart continues to drop within his chest, lip trembling slightly as he bites back anything that might betray his real feelings. it’s better if he’s just happy for being ALIVE with his husband at his side. it’s better if sore arms covered in bruises and cuts hold ramsay close as he feels tears wet his shirt fingers gently combing through dark hair.                         “ i’m okay. i’m okay, see? i’m right here. more or less FINE. ” he murmurs softly, lips pressing to the top of his head. “ ‘ve just got a few cuts and bruises -- ” never mind the giant gashes going through his torso, “ -- i’m okay. it wasn’t your fault. ” he reassures quietly, nuzzling against him.

[vallorous]

JAMES.

“But only behind closed doors.” James didn’t care about that though. If he did care, he wouldn’t spend his free time with Robb. He was thankful he didn’t have duties like his lovers or from his father. He was more than no one but less than his siblings. Just a man born outside a wedding. “You already did and you were really convincing. I can’t promise for your heirs, but you, i can. It’s not one, you don’t seem to need it. You can fight your own battles and I do like that about you. Although if you do create a kingsguard, it would allow me to spend time with you without raising suspicions. But a strong man like you, no one will assume what we do.”

                       he leans forward, brushing their noses together with a smile. “ perhaps you’ll simply be named my personal guard. you are honorable, a capable soldier, and LOYAL. a good man. ” he doesn’t move any closer than a simple hair away, simply basking in the warmth that radiates off northern skin and the furs that rest over them, entrapping any heat that might think to escape. gentle fingers run up along snow’s chest, exploring. “ you are aware that if i should have it my way, we might NEVER leave this bed. unfortunately... even a wolf king has his duties. ”

[drogonstone]

[vallorous]

if i remade my cosimo m.edici blog would u guys play with me there??

[niftyshadesofmelissa]

Cosimo de Medici and his little, barely visible smirk

[vallorous]

RAM.

     Regret and guilt write themselves plainly across Ramsay’s usually inscrutable face. “Bran…and Jon…they woke me up early in the morning. I guess they’d been trying to get in touch with you? I thought it was you coming home–” but it wasn’t. Ramsay is far from dwelling on the past, but he can’t chase off the image of his husband crumpled like trash in that alleyway. 

     “I’m sorry,” he mutters eventually, because he’s choking on it, because it has to be said. “This is all–because of me.”

                       OH. he hadn’t gone looking...  at all. had truly thought robb wouldn’t come home like that. that he might go running off with someone else without any reasoning or perhaps thought he’d been ANGRY with ramsay again. but just that morning, he remembers sharing their usual good-bye kiss, smiling against each other’s lips and robb yearning not to go. and he remembers being excited to go back home. hell, he practically had been ready to run all the way home. and maybe if he had...                       “ what? no... no it’s not your fault. ‘s alright. you couldn’t have known... ” and despite the obvious hurt in his voice, and the ache in his limbs, arms extend up, hands soothing back dark locks of hair in an attempt to calm his husband. “ it’s not your fault -- ”