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THEY WERE HER PACK.
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i like how you have (a man can dream) beside catching up with drafts in parentheses because honestly, same
THANK YOU FOR RELATING TO MY PAIN, FRIEND. i honestly have some 50 replies hoarded in my drafts and i am still so far behind and late to everything, and i dread to think what my life would be like if i wasn’t controlling it like this
[ a starter for @ornxry ]
Wandering through the over crowded streets of Flea Bottom, Lyanna pulled her head scarf closer to her, hiding her shimmering silver-blonde hair. She wasn’t too worried about other people around her. It was just a simple habit that she knew she’d never be able to get rid of. It was a part of her -- hiding who she was. And it was fine, for the most part.
Sifting through the people, she managed to slip her way into a blacksmith’s shop. It was small and cramped in the entrance, but it at least it opened up to something larger once she got inside. There were plenty of pieces of weaponry, as well as some shields and some basic armour. It dazzled her, the talent needed to create something to protect one’s self unreachable for her. But that was why she was here. She needed something to defend herself. Not now. Not right yet, but she could see it in the future.
Just then, she heard footsteps. Turning around, her eyes connect with a young man’s -- well, almost a man but barely a boy -- who looked like he had been over a forge for days. “Are you the owner of this shop?” She smiled softly at him, nodding her head slightly. “I was looking to have a piece made.”
tfw all your kill list is super satisfying revenge plots like THEY KILLED MY FAMILY, THEY KILLED MY PET, THEY TORTURE PEOPLE, THEY RAPE PEOPLE
and then that one name who’s on your list cause she leeched ur boyfriends dick
god sake Gendry
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‘ then i’d never get to insult ANYONE! ‘
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❛ i ain’t been droppin’ no eaves Arry, honest. ❜
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‘ SEVEN HELLS! ‘
SHE’D BEEN RELIEVING HERSELF OUT BY THE LAKE, IN SECRET. just like YOREN bid her to do. darkness had fallen over the forest; & most the boys and older men were asleep. that’s when she’d sneak away. grasping fistfuls of her breaches she pulled them up and as quick as she could, turning round with those WIDE, WIDE eyes. she’d been listening to the rustling in the bushes; watching the dark; and still, SOMEHOW, his voice had STARTLED her.
‘ I THOUGHT Y’WERE A WOLF… ‘ there was no FEAR in her words as may have been expected. they sounded almost SAD, almost HOMESICK. but of course; Arry was a strange one. she looked away for but a moment, to the SILHOUETTED TREES upon the other side of the LAKE. she’d left Nymeria, not far from here. she liked to sit, sometimes at night, even after taking a piss: sit and just listen, let their HOWLS fill her empty bones. they warmed her more than any evening stew.
SNAPPING FREE OF HER TRANCE, THE ‘ BOY ‘ SHOOK HIS HEAD. ‘ what’re you doin’ out here if you’re not tryin’ t’ listen to me piss, Gendry? ‘
starter for @ornxry because they liked the starter call
Dragon glass. Not long ago, Sansa had barely heard of it, now it seemed the very winds that hissed through Winterfell whispered the words in her ear. They would need it in wars to come, according to Jon, and so he’d gone to find it. Noone had stopped to ask how it could be worked, bonded with steel or iron or arrows. If the creatures Jon claimed were soon upon them were as quick and as deadly as they seemed, the stone itself wouldn’t be enough.
They needed skilled and inventive smiths to craft it into strong weapons.
Sansa stood watching the men working the forges in the courtyard, one in particular. He was much younger than the seasoned smiths of Winterfell, yet he’d been brought from King’s Landing, chosen by Ser Davos for some reason unbeknownst to her. “ Beg pardon, ” she called out, stepping closer to where he worked. “ What’s your name? ”
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{ best meme >< accepting !! } @ornxry
[ sms : That Kid Arya Hangs Out With ] Huh. Arya’s a lucky kid.[ sms : That Kid Arya Hangs Out With ] But, here’s the thing. :D[ sms : That Kid Arya Hangs Out With ] If you were actually sending that to Arya? I feel like I should really, properly, introduce you to Robb. And Jon. And probably Theon, he’ll tag along. After showing them this.[ sms : That Kid Arya Hangs Out With ] Because it isn’t that Arya can’t take care of herself. She can.[ sms : That Kid Arya Hangs Out With ] But I love her. And so do they. And we don’t take kindly to people playing with her. :D[ sms : That Kid Arya Hangs Out With ] So, there’s that. Anyway, like I said, Arya’s a lucky kid. You’ve got a very nice dick.
