hi i updated a thing

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#apprenticemockingbird #asks 
apprenticemockingbird sent: Just a reminder that all your fellow creepyshippers miss you! Hope you are well!

Awww, thank you!

It’s funny, today I finally looked at the reviews for Mockingbird’s Canon and thought ‘hm, let me check the tag again’…and wow, we have expanded, haven’t we? Which was bound to happen. Now I just need to update that fic…


Do you imagine I’d ever let him harm my daughter?

Do you imagine I’d ever let him harm my daughter?

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#kit harington #looks like i feel 
risionnumberone:

oh man…
credit to Maalika_K
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risionnumberone:

oh man…

credit to Maalika_K

jaimelannister:

FANGIRL CHALLENGE | Female characters (1/10) | Sansa Stark (asoiaf)

When Sansa opened her eyes again, she was on her knees. She did not remember falling. it seemed to her that the sky was a lighter shade of grey. Dawn, she thought. Another day. Another new day. It was the old days she hungered for. Prayed for. But who could she pray to? The garden had been meant for a godswood once, she knew, but the soil was too thin and stony for a weirwood to take root. A godswood without gods, as empty as me.

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ejacutastic:

brother no
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ejacutastic:

brother no

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here’s part of the next chapter of my fic since i don’t know when i’m actually going to finish it

"Sansa?"

The voice that broke the silence, smooth and tinged with concern, crashed through the dull walls of her mind and sent her back to reality with a jolt. The gown, the queen, the sept, the man who kissed her until her lips burned, the sweet wine that washed it all away. She was still wearing the gown, she knew, for she was now sweating through the fine samite, although someone had removed her soft doeskin slippers at some point.

Sansa expelled her breath in a wordless puff. She knew her husband was close to her bedside, though her inability to move her head kept him annoyingly out of view.

"What—happened?" she rasped.

"Oh, there was quite a dither after you collapsed. Pycelle wanted to examine you further, but you had had quite a lot of wine and excitement for one day, so there was really no need. I had you carried up here—after apologizing profusely to His Grace for ruining his fun, of course." His smiling face swam into view at last, his fingers reaching out to caress a lock of her hair that spilled over the pillow. "I did tell you not to drink so quickly, sweetling."


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