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never forget the way tormund hyping jon up for riding a dragon in front of the one who owns the dragons. people are mad about this, I say that just a man showing off his controversially young boyfriend

#jon snow #tormund giantsbane #jonmund

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your life is worth more than a song. to me, at least, who gave it to you.

#robb stark #catelyn tully stark #how very dare

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Love when writers do an insane amount of unnecessary research for their fics. I follow an author that did like 8 months of intense research into 14th century Scotland so they could write smut about it, and guess what. It was some fucking incredible porn AND I learned about old Scottish politics

#it meeee

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the main value of r+l=j is actually that it makes ned hot. like if jon was really just his kid he would be such a nothing man like this man doesn't look like anything to me. but if he's lyanna's kid ned is suddenly THE KING OF SECRETS and the most audacious man on earth. a secret targaryen baby? in your house?? your best bud is king bob noted targ baby killer? secret targaryen baby IN YOUR HOUSE? and you PULL IT OFF and no one ever finds out and the kid makes it to adulthood and NO ONE EVER FINDS OUT and you just take it to your fucking grave? insane! very sexy! like he and howland reed were like lets never tell anyone 👍 and then they just didn't. LF and varys GAGGED

#ned stark #jon snow

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a Jeyne of your choice with a baby?

Thank you for the prompt!

I feel like I should probably apologise to you for this one…

Jeyne curled around her baby.

The soft red curls on his head, the blue of his eyes, the blood in his veins, all of it made her son a target.

Edwyn would never know his father, nor his grandparents, nor even his aunts and uncles. He might not even know his mother, if the Lannisters had their way.

“Mama loves you so, so much.” Jeyne whispered, pressing a kiss to the down on his head, “Mama loves you more than the moon and the stars and the sun.”

She let herself place another kiss to his head, savouring the memory of him. It was a memory she would surely need in the dark of her cell.

Edwyn smiled at her, his gums poking through the curve of his perfect little lips. He waved one chubby fist in the air, and as Jeyne caught it she couldn’t he’ll but marvel over every single one of his tiny, perfect fingernails.

Her baby was perfect and she wished she could see him grow.

Carefully she dressed him in a gown made from one of Robb’s shirts. Carefully she swaddled him in a blanket made from her marriage cloak. She tucked her jewels into the swaddle, hiding them in the folds of the cloth.

It was all she could give him. All she had that would prove who he was.

A plain blanket and swaddling bands went over the top. He had to stay warm, had to stay safe, and blending in was his best chance for that.

“Mama loves you.” She said once more, pressing a single drop of sweetsleep onto his gums. A single drop should not hurt him, and it would be safer than him awaking and making a noise the Lannisters could track.

His eyes blinked shut, and Jeyne mourned for the loss of their sweet blue. She cradled him close to her chest and stole from her rooms. Better her family did not know what she was about to do. Better no one but she knew of her plan.

The castle was dark, but Jeyne knew it almost as well as her childhood home. Months under siege would do that.

The river was her destination, the small patch of bank only accessible through a door hidden by the reeds. It would be visible to the shore on any other night but for the lack of moon in the sky.

“You are sure of this?” Ser Brynden asked as he stood from his crouched position among the reeds, his voice low and kind.

“I am.” Jeyne straightened her shoulders and passed her precious son to his great uncle.

Set Brynden took Edwyn as though he was the most fragile glass, and tucked him securely into an oilskin sling against his front. So too did he take the bag that Jeyne passed him, packed with some of what he might need to keep her son safe and well.

She should have been sending him off with a grand entourage. Should have been keeping him with her in the keep.

But Lord Edmure had been spotted within the Lannister camp and they all knew it was only a matter of time before he was used to make the castle surrender.

A single swimmer would have the best chance at evading the Lannisters, and Ser Brynden had the best chance of being believed as he championed her son’s identity.

“Keep him safe, my lord. Restore him to his home.”

Ser Brynden looked down at her, his face solemn. “I swear, my queen. King Edwyn will see Winterfell, will sit upon the throne of the North as his father did before him.”

Jeyne stepped back, the tears in her eyes finally trailing down her cheeks. “I know you will. Now go! We will buy you whatever time we can. Go! Before the Lannisters wake. Go!”

Ser Brynden smiled, he tucked Edwyn closer to his chest within his oilskin sling, and he slipped into the dark of the water.

And Jeyne waited on the bank until the last of the ripples had died away and her son was truly gone.

#how fucking dare you #jeyne westerling #brynden tully

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#how dare you make me choose #I loathe all of these except maybe kitn with Val #fine. it's jon/dany soulmates

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if she’s your girl why am I wearing her favour at the tournament

#theon greyjoy #!!!!!!

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tagged by @salty-wench

RULES - List eight shows for your followers to get to know you better.

I, uh, don’t actually watch that many tv shows anymore?I just keep rewatching the same old shit

Elementary

Fringe

Battlestar Galactica

9-1-1

Mord mit Aussicht (Murder with a View)

Leverage

The Terror

regrettably, House of the Dragon

if you would like to, feel yourself tagged

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AO3 Etiquette -UPDATED

Based on both decent and not so decent replies, I have made some changes to my original post below.

It would seem a whole new kind of AO3 reader/writer is emerging and it is becoming clear not everyone quite understands how the website community works. Here is some basic guidance on how most people expect you to go about using AO3 to keep this a fun community archive that funtions correctly:

Kudos is for when the story was interesting enough to make you finish reading. If it sucked or was badly written, you probably left. If you finished it, you liked it - so kudos.

If you really liked it, you should comment. It can be long and detailed or a literal keysmash. Writers don't care, we just love comments.

No critisism unless the author has specifically asked or agreed to hear it. Even constructive critisism is a no-no unless an author note tells you it's okay. No, posting it online is not an open invitation for that. Many people write as a fun hobby or a way to cope with, among other things, insecurity and just want to share. Don't ruin that for them.

Do not comment to ask the author to write/update something else. It's tacky and off-putting and will probably have the opposite effect than the one you want.

There is no algorithm, it's an archive. Use the search and filter function to add/remove the pairings/characters/tropes etc. you want to read about and it will find you the fics that fit the bill.

For this to work, writers must tag and rate stories. This avoids readers finding the wrong things and missing the stuff they want. I don't care how cringy that trope is in your eyes - it gets tagged.

Character A/Character B means a ROMANTIC or SEXUAL relationship of some kind. Character A&Character B is PLANTONIC, like friendship or family.

Nothing is banned. This is an implicit rule because banning one thing is a slipperly slope to banning another and another, until nothing is allowed anymore. Do not expect anyone to censor for you. Because of the tags system, you are responsible for your own reading experience.

People can create new chapters and sequels/fic series any time after they "complete" a story. So it's considered perfectly normal to subscribe, even to a finished story. You can even subscribe to the author instead just to cover your bases.

Do not repost stories or change the publishing date without an extremely good reason (like a complete top to bottom rewrite). It's an archive, not social media. No one cares what's the most recent, only what fits their tag needs.

Try to avoid deleting a story you wrote if you hate it - make it anonymous or orphan it so others can still enjoy it, without it being connected to your name anymore.

It's come to my attention that metaworks ARE allowed on AO3, which is something I wasn't aware of. So if you do post an essay or theory, please tag it as such so others can choose to search for it or exclude it.

The only reason this archive works is because NON ONE PROFITS. Do not link to your ko-fi or patreon or mention monetary gain in any way or you violate the terms and risk having your account removed.

I KNOW there's plenty more I missed but I'm trying to cover most of the basics that people seem to be struggling with.

I invite anyone to add to this, but please explain, don't berate.

#ao3 #ao3 etiquette #because people can't behave apparently

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WIP WORD SEARCH

tagged by @jeyne-stark

my words were rose | cloud | sleep | red | legacy

cloud

from the Theonsa professor/TA au: Theon tries (and fails) not to be biased against the new professor joining their department and realises, that actually, they’ve met (in the carnal sense) before.

And then, Rodrik got sick, knocking their department head out of commission for at least the semester, if not the entire term, leaving the perpetually understaffed Ironborn history department scrambling to find someone to fill in on a couple of classes on such short notice. The person they found is technically qualified, but she was poached from the Northern history department—those pricks—and the ink on her diploma hasn’t even dried yet. How someone who studied the North could possibly be anything but biased against the Iron Islands, well.

Luckily, Theon is in the best possible position to watch her, because at least someone was sane enough to assign someone from within the department as her TA. It’s not quite nepotism – except it quite literally is – that he got the job. It’s also because nobody else applied for it, making him the most qualified by default.

So when she sweeps into their glorified corridor of a common room in a cloud of sunshine and with an air of superiority—real or imagined—around her, she’s already got all eyes on her and the possibility of someone already plotting her murder. It’s clear from the very first moment that she doesn’t (and won’t) fit in.

sleep

Robb survives the RW and is taken prisoner, Sansa is elected KitN instead of Jon, Robb marches North with the smallest of forces after Arya frees him; also Dany arrives at some point and is outmaneuvred from the very start. no, this doesn’t have a snappy title. also, Robb and Sansa end up sharing their Theon.

Sansa and Robb both had taken great pains in dressing for the occasion -- or rather, Sansa had done so on Robb’s behalf. He just as likely would have greeted the dragon queen in mud-stained riding leathers, but that was not the impression Sansa intended to give her. She had entered Robb’s chambers before sunrise, sending Theon scrambling to cover himself until he realised it was her stalking towards Robb’s wardrobe, flinging it open to go through its contents without so much as a by-your-leave. Robb had accepted the clothes she had chosen with bleary, sleep-crusted eyes, dressing without complaint, thick wool shirt, doublet eschewing a gambeson, leather jerkin overtop. It was Theon, of course, who had noticed that they matched and almost undid all of Sansa’s work by eagerly trying to talk them both into bed with him.

red

from threyne sharing bodyheat au:

Why must everything in this godsforsaken wasteland be so cold? Theon’s chambers had never been the warmest, he only had a little hearth and he was bad at getting up in the middle of the night to feed his fire. When Theon managed to burrow out of his nest of blankets and furs to blink at his hearth, there weren’t even embers left. Sighing, he bundled himself into his thickest blanket, took a deep breath to steel himself against his bare feet hitting the cold floors and crept out of his bedchamber toward Robb’s. Robb the little lord had a nice, big hearth, and of course the perfect little lord also was perfect at banking his fire to last. He was also only too happy to share his bed. When Theon entered the bedchamber, there was only a big lump under the blanket and a tuft of red hair peeking out of visible. The blanket lifted at his approach, he was greeted with a mumbled jumble of words and soon he was enveloped in a nice, warm cave, and two slender arms wrapped around him.

no rose or legacy, I’m afraid.

tagging @gingersprites @selkiewife and whoever else would like to participate with the words

wolf | trust | dark | fire | sea

#theonsa #reyne #threyne #robbeonsa #theon greyjoy #sansa stark #robb #jeyne westerling #my fic #ask game

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It has to be the scene of Cat telling Ned that she knows Jon isn’t his bc she’s just been his first :3

I LOVED WRITING THAT SO MUCH YESSSS. Cat ruining Ned's virtue, yes pls

#my fic #anon

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baby robb being found wandering in the godswood in life finds a way

who put him there? only the gods know, because I sure as fuck don't

#my fic #gingersprites

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For the most memorable scene that comes to mind post:

For me it's when Theon shares out the gifts from the chest and presents Sansa with the blanket, in Sow the Wind Reap the Whirlwind.

not me looking at my inbox for the first time in two years??? and deciding to post this now because, uh, yolo?

sorry this stayed in my inbox for so long, I'm bad at tumblr

also thank you so much, i really enjoyed coming up with the gifts!

#my fic #lysandratrevelyan

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I must know about theonsa chickens!

Theonsa chickens is part of the professor/ta au and is very much what it says on the tin: Theon is a backyard farmer. His chickens are named Henrietta, Henelope, Henknife and Dave.

“Morning. Made some tar for you.” He indicates the Myrish Press, wrapped in a kitchen towel and mug standing by the sink, with his head, almost headbutting her. “It’s been sitting for a good ten minutes, so it should be just undrinkable enough to satisfy your caffeine needs.”

“Thank you,” she smiles, and with another kiss, lets go of him to fill the mug. His own is by his elbow, almost empty already, smelling mostly of chocolate.

“Don’t worry about it.” He winks at her and turns back towards the stove, flipping an omelette with the confidence of someone who’s been doing that for a very long time. “Can you do me a favour and feed the chickens?”

She stops, mug raised halfway to her lips. Surely she must have heard wrong. “The what?”

“The chickens.” He points towards the window with the spatula. “They’re to thank for your breakfast, you know.”

Following where the spatula is pointing, she looks outside the kitchen window into the backyard, where, indeed, three chickens seem to have free rein over the entirety of the backyard, save for a small vegetable patch separated with a small chicken wire fence in the very back.

“You have chickens,” she says, staring out of the window.

#my fic #my wips #gingersprites #theonsa #theon greyjoy #sansa stark

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WIP Ask Game

I was tagged by @gingersprites and this looked just fun

Rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips! lol no, I don’t know that many people. I’m tagging @jeyne-stark @istaricelebelasse @salty-wench instead

this is not alphabetical because it’s got sub folders. i might be messy, but i’m messy with a system, okay

sansajeynes abo breeding porn

nedcat abo au

nedcat horndogs sequel

nedcat to keep the goddess on my side

nedcat wedding night

ramsaytheonsansa au

reyne queen servant roleplay

robb hadn

roslin frey is a gift

sansaarianne

sansaasha

sayne priestess worshipper

seyne monsterfucking

theolyn theon is presumptous and must be held responsible

au in which theon and sansa went to the wall together and lyanna mormont doesn

threyne bodyheat fuck my wife theon

ned almost made it to the north safely

jontormund snippets

sansadany in the north

if you’re still bleeding you’re the lucky ones

alpenglow modern ganster au

theonsa viking au

theonsa consentancles pt3

theonsa professor sansa ta theon

theonsa siren songs and other unhappy memories

theonsa chickens!

theonsa harlaws in the house bitches

theonsa horse boi

theonsa 26 pleasure 30 mistakes prince int he tower pt2

theonsa sexual healing

throbb take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die

throbb the flood that wrecked our home

hawkefenrisisabela triad, skyhold

i wrote het question mark

josie and cass do the thing

josie and ftrevelyan save the world and then fuck off to be business wives

leliana and the mage warden do it on cullens desk

nina matthias schlachthaus au

#ask game #my fic

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I updated! yes, I can hardly believe it myself.

#theonsa #theon greyjoy #sansa stark #theon greyjoy x sansa stark #my fic

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Endless romantic stories You never could control me

#how dare #theon greyjoy #robb stark #sansa stark #theonsa #throbb