#clawedbear

@clawedbear​ said: “for someone who doesn’t like to feel things, you sure feel a lot of it out loud.”

random dialogue prompts ;; open

𝐘𝐄𝐒, 𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋. sandor feels a great many things —  only the spectrum isn’t so broad. one end anger and the other end rage. not so well-rounded as the rest. but he does feel.

he looks over at the wilding, wondering where he gets the nerve. as if i were the one to test. evidently he is. evidently he always is. sandor often wonders how someone could sound so stupid and fight so well. usually the two don’t mix. supposes he shouldn’t assume anything about anyone from up there. at least then he wouldn’t be surprised.

𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙪:

cintra, while not the crown jewel of the north, reigned as one of the most highly respected northern lands beyond winterfell.  as the heir to the cintran throne, certain expectations have been put on ciri to maintain a level of connection to the stark children in winterfell.  though of course, nothing much will come from this as before the princess can come of age, a war has broken out amoungst the kingdoms.

after the death of robb stark at the red wedding, other lands look to take their chances at the lands of the north.  nilfgaard, a kingdom from the south, takes the opportunity blessed to them by the new gods, and attacks cintra.  they shouldn’t have won -- but the land was weak.  no one was prepared in the north to be attacked  --  not when their greatest fighters were at the front lines.

cintra fell.  with the help of her closest servants, ciri escapes to run further north.  her servants are only with her as long as they’re alive  --  and the knight with the black winged helmet makes sure that isn’t long.  her only chance is to continue north.  north of her home,  north of winterfell.  north of the wall. . .

note:  plotting can easily take place any time after the fall of cintra.  her allegiance in any battles once she has gained a sense of belonging and trained will always be to the free folk first and to westeros’ northern kingdoms second.

note:  ciri is a warg.  her family’s origin is from north of the wall, even though she has no idea about this history before her journey north.

CLAWEDBEAR, FOR A ONE-LINER.

✯ ❝OKAY, SO... yer votin’ 747 right? That’s one thick fuck right ‘ere.❞ And yes, he’s voting in fat bear week with you, and it will become a fight to the death if you disagree. ✯ ❝Sides. 747. That’s the, ah, Boeing. Classic ol’ plane. Ticket winner, tellin’ ya.❞

@clawedbear​  sent :   lev is 5’11 😌        ⁄⁄        meme.

NAUGHTY LITTLE MEME

😈 - FAVORITE SEX POSITION? Pinning down his partner from behind. Hold real close; pin hands either above head or restrained behind their back, face into the pillow, really pressing his body down into his partner. Very cozy, yeah?

she stirs slightly, a quiet sound coming from the still sleeping girl as something brushes lightly against the back of her neck. another sound, this one louder as Adelyn begrudgingly begins to awaken & eyes flutter open slowly to take in the familiar space of Levir’s home surrounding them. a hum, stretching her limbs out on the feathered mattress & warm blush blossoms upon her cheeks when she realizes just what — or rather, who — woke her up.

❝ you're causing quite the ruckus. ❞ wellgunde calls over her shoulder to the hunter. albeit not averse to the hunt itself, the daughters are alerted by the chaos which lies in the breeze that accompanies the stranger to this quiet part of the forest. woglinde frowns, though there is humor hidden in her mischievous gaze as she reprimands him. ❝ you'll scare all the fish away ! ❞

dark amber eyes study the hand with a scrutinizing gaze ────── surveying each scar, each callous ― filling her mind with the exaggerated tales of each mark and their history... tales of the warrior's heroism and betrayal, of vigorous battles and victories ― her heart already racing with the thrill of being face to face with mystery...

hesitantly, her hand lifts ― amber fingers carefully entrusting themselves within his palm, gasping the moment his hand folds atop her own ― a firm grasp with the potential to whisk her away...  ❝ where are you taking me..? ❞ the princess askes breathlessly, large round eyes peering beneath fluttering lashes ― blown wide with longing and the hunger to witness her very childhood fantasy come alive before her very eyes.