Getting Things Into My Queue .-. I Have Sunday Off And Then I Work Four Days In A Row Again So UHHHh

mutuals may reblog if they so desire ✌🏻

LADY JANE GREY + wardrobe (costume design by stephine collie)

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SYDNEY SWEENEY In her Jessica Rabbit era, I guess?

to add more hotd / asoiaf characters or to not add more hotd / asoiaf characters

sansa stark , novel & headcanon based - timeline / era flexible for interactions . i personally did not watch past sansa's marriage to r*msey b*lton on the show , and have no interest in any television based storylines. generally speaking, i will always find a work around to settle sansa into nearly any fantasy / historical / medieval based verse as is desired; for the sake of brevity, i will try to list them out below as they are created & thought of ! faceclaim is hannah dodd for most things - any aged up interactions will have a different face, though i am not yet settled on who it'll be.

house of the dragon / dance verse — the daughter of lord bennard stark, raised alongside cregan at winterfell as her father served as his regent. when her father and brothers were imprisoned for bennard's inaction and refusal to relinquish the lordship of winterfell back to cregan, sansa was made to swear fealty to her cousin, ever promising her loyalty to cregan over her father, in exchange for being allowed to continue her life as a highborn lady within the walls of the only home she had known -- with cregan acting as her intermediate to eventually wed her off, allowing him a bargaining chip he had not previously been given.

usfw prompts , less cringy edition ; accepting.

@br4wl said : [ GRIND ] sender grinds on receivers thigh , for cora and mox .

what   was   meant   to   be   training   for   her   in   ring   return   had   quickly   devolved   into   something   else   entirely,    the   makeshift   ring   she'd   begged   him   for   in   their   garage   now   no   longer   in   use   for   her   to   run   the   ropes        –        not   when   he'd   pulled   her   into   the   corner   and   held   her   there   as   if   both   of   their   lives   had   depended   on   it,    had   pulled   her   up   from   her   feet   just   a   little   to   notch   her   smaller   frame   against   his   to   give   him   the   friction   he'd   wanted   to   grind   himself   against   the   bare   skin   of   her   thigh.    a   grumble   at   first,    brushing   stray   hairs   from   her   face,    back   of   her   hand   wiping   away   sweat   from   her   brow   in   the   action   as   brown   eyes   focus   on   his   face,    pout   of   her   bottom   lip   as   she   feels   the   swollen   head   of   him   through   his   shorts. 

“you're   not        –        taking   me   seriously.” 

she   says   with   a   huff,    trying   to   retain   her   level   of   professionalism,    trying   to   not   fall   into   the   delicious   trap   he's   set   before   her.    but   it's   too   easy   curl   her   fingers   into   the   thin   fabric   of   his   tank   top,    to   keen   up   and   press   her   lips   against   his        –        all   greedy   mouth,    who   needed   to   train   further,    anyways?    

guess whose carrd is technically done.

Send "What if they kissed?"

and I'll write a scene where our muses kiss, even if they aren't shipped together. it is it's own thing and doesn't have to lead to an official ship. a "what if scenario"

you want to send me things from my meme tag, you want to do it SO bad 🌀🌀🌀

there   is   a   part   of   helaena   that   knows,    that   understands   the   way   her   mother   had   formed   her   own   conjecture        –        had   come   to   the   idea   that   this   had   been   the   answer   required   to   keep   her   safe,    and   yet        .   .   .        there   is   another   notion   altogether,    buried   deeper   down   that   she   cannot   help   but   to   hear   bubble   off   in   the   wind,    asking,    wondering,    if   her   mother   had   ever   considered   the   fact   that   aegon   and   the   word   mercy   did   not   ever   belong   in   the   same   sentence. 

too   fragile,    too   broken   on   his   own   accord;    suffering   at   the   same   cruel   hands   of   fate   that'd   been   dealt   to   her,    it   was   no   wonder   all   three   of   the   queen's   children   held   their   own   unfortunate   misgivings.    helaena   flinches   as   her   mother   steps   closer,    a   nervous   habit        –        a   worrisome,    rabbit's   heart   within   her   chest;    she'd   not   been   well   since   their   boy   had   died.    since   helaena   had   been   forced   to   choose.    her   hands   wring   together   in   her   lap,    another   nervous   tic,    inherited   no   doubt   from   the   woman   that   stands   before   her. 

“i   do   not   feel        .   .   .        much   loved   in   this   moment,    mother.”       spoken   truthfully,    honestly,    as   her   hand   releases   its   hold   on   itself   and   extends   out   from   her   lap,    reaching   out   in   search   of   alicent's   hand   and   curling   delicate,    nimble   fingers   round   into   hers.    the   way   she   has   ever   since   she   was   a   child.    “i   am        –     terrified,    i   do   not   want   this.    i   do   not   want   for   any   of   it.    and   yet   i   know   there   is   nothing   i   can   do   or   say   to   release   myself   from   it.” 

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍, 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄. a voice that, in her mind, whispers nothing but wrong decision & failure. to know she's had a hand, no matter how inconsequential it felt at the time, in helaena's pain was enough to make her stomach turn. to cause another crack in her heart. like helaena, alicent lives her life in a certain state of discomfort which never wavers . . except now, she feels, when things look to be worsening rather than getting better. was this the gods punishment onto her, then ? ( to see her children, one by one, turn on her or destroy themselves. to witness their suffering & only have empty palms to remedy it. a mother is suppose to comfort her children, to assure them, to make them as content as possible. why couldn't she ever do that one thing right ? why, gods, why ! )

@petitmortes said, " DID IT EVER OCCUR TO YOU THAT I NEVER WANTED THIS TO BEGIN WITH ? "

brown eyes, so full of sorrows as of late, widened as mouth hangs slightly agape. hand rests about her stomach to keep teeth from picking at skin, a shaky breath taken before the mother can speak: ❛ of course i have, helaena. ❜ spoken softly, voice thick. tears well in the queens eyes, but none fall in the moment. ❛ i- . . marrying you to aegon felt like a mercy. it felt better. better you marry someone you know than a stranger. better you remain somewhere familiar, surrounded by those whom love you. ❜ all the things i was not spared, not given, briefly thought internally. lips press together, discomfort settling into her bones, as alicent takes a step forward. ❛ my girl, do you know how it hurts me to look at you at times & see a mirror of myself ? to know i . . i was the cause of some of your pain, your discomfort, when i believed myself protecting you. ❜