𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞
⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!
Warnings: mentions of self-harm & self-harm scars, how reader got self harm scars, gets dark at some points, I do go into detail about self harm (kinda). Please don’t read if it will upset you xx
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𝐉𝐨𝐧
・Stiffened when you showed him.
・He thought they were battle scars
・Jon wasn’t very good at talking about the aftermath of traumatic events - only good at surviving them
・But he knew you were opening up; being vulnerable. And that’s never easy. So he thought you were being really brave -
・He came and sat beside you on the bed, slipping his hands into yours.
・You rested your head against his shoulder and he rested his head against yours
“Whenever you want to talk ... about it. You, we, can.”
・You huffed out a laugh and squeezed his hand. He squeezed back. and ran a thumb over the back of your hand.
・The fire burned bright in the fireplace, sparks popping here and there
・And even in the silence, you felt comfortable. You knew Jon meant it. He didn’t want you to tell him if you weren’t ready. Because he knew he was spending the rest of his life with you.
・So there was no rush. No need to feel pressured.
・When you were ready, you would tell him, but for right now. You just needed to take it slow.
𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐲
・Sympathetic
・Wanted to touch and trace every part of your injuries
・Asked questions but then apologised if she was being too forward
“You can tell me whenever you’re ready, I’m sorry if I’m bringing up old memories-”
“No, no, it’s okay. I knew you would be curious, it’s fair for you to have questions.”
・She led you over to the bench in her room that was infront of a large window. The sun was setting and although the view was breathtaking, Dany couldn’t keep her eyes off of you
・She hadn’t heard of self-harm; not in this sense. She knew people took risky behaviours, drank, took poppy of the fields to feel numb. But she didn’t know of this.
・Dany had judged when she was younger, but now ... she understood that the world was brutal, and unforgiving.
・Her legs wrapped around your waist as yours did the same to hers.
・You showed her every injury and at first she wanted to know how you did it, but after a while ... it was like she couldn’t stomach it
・Not you. She had seen horrors, unimaginable horrors, but you... not you.
“I will do everything in my power to make sure you never feel like that again.”
・Her words hit hard, and you let your tears slip freely
・She held out her hand and you lent your cheek against it
“I love you, ñuha prūmia,” (I love you, my heart in High Valyrian)
𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐫
・Not much for words
・He thought they were scars someone had given you
・And you thought, ‘fuck it, he’ll have to find out one day.’
・So you explained it to him, trying your best to keep your tone light.
“...I did it to myself.”
・Sandor didn’t really react... he didn’t shake his head, or yell, or berate you.
・It took him a few minutes to process it, but he actually ... understood. On some level, he identified with that type of pai.
・ Not that you could see it on his face though. He looked, well, very dazed, but sad
・You were about to explain more about it, when his next actions shocked you.
・Sandor, the Hound, the man who killed, maimed and slaughtered. Got up, walked over to you and took your head in his hands
・He didn’t say anything, just looked into your eyes.
・And ever so slowly, he moved his forehead to rest to yours. His nose brushed your own, and then he leant down to wrap his arms around you and shifted his head to your neck.
・He held you, in this sort of protective cocoon.
・Like he was saying the world can’t get to you now
・That pain will never be felt again
・And you wrapped your arms around his middle and pushed yourself against him. Wanting to melt into his arms.
𝐀𝐫𝐲𝐚
・Blinked. Once, twice, three times.
・And then her eyes softened and her head moved to one side
“The world is cruel, but I wish it had spared you.”
・You couldn’t meet her eyes, because they had teared up and you couldn’t stop them from falling
・Shaking your head softly, you slumped to the ground and leaned against the cold wall.
Whispering, you said, “It didn’t spare me.”
・And you started to sob
・With light footsteps, she ran over to you and sank to her knees
・Looking around she found something you could use to blow your nose and wipe your eyes
・Then she stayed with you, unmoving, until you were ready to talk
“I want to know everything. When you’re ready.”
・You shifted so your head was in her lap and she stroked the hair out of your face.
・Although she wasn’t the best with physical affection, she remembered what her mother did to her when she was young. She also remembered how safe, and how loved she felt.
・So she stroked your hair and gently ran her fingertips over your features.
・Even if this was how you fell asleep, she would stay in this position until you woke
𝐉𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞
・Perplexed and had a lot of questions about your scars, but was still supportive.
“You never sought any help from the maesters?”
You scoffed, “and what good could a bunch of old men do? They would ask questions and my mind wasn’t ... it couldn’t handle any questions.”
・He nodded and sat on the chair, facing opposite you.
“I guess we all do some self-damage in one way or another.”
・You were a bit embarrassed in bringing it up. Like you had a secret that could ruin how Jaime saw you
“I think your way is probably the healthiest...” He said and walked up to you
・Jaime gave you the lightest, most tender kiss, then closed his eyes and lent his head against yours.
・Wrapping his arms around you, he swayed from side to side (knowing that movement calmed you down)
“Safe. You’re safe with me. Now and forever.”
・You nuzzled into his neck and took a deep breath in.
・He rubbed up and down your spine, while planting a kiss on your cheek
・You knew Jaime brought this warm light with him, wherever he went. Especially when he was with you.
𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐚
・Is the most understanding, because during the times in King’s Landing then being sent to the Bolton’s... she did indulge in self harm
・It was in places that no one would see
・So when you opened up about your own self-harm, she immediately went to you, and held you in her arms.
“I understand, I understand,” she said over and over, stroking your hair and holding you to her chest
・You could feel her heartbeat; steady and strong.
・You didn’t notice when the tears started to fall, but they did - and didn’t stop until someone knocked on her door, asking if you wanted dinner
・She had looked to you and you had shaken your head
“No thank you,” Sansa called out and you heard the shuffle of feet leaving the corridoor
・That night Sansa had opened up about her own experiences and you both cried in each other’s arms
・You stroked each other’s faces and cried about the hurt that you both endured. Even at times you held the other as they screamed into a pillow (it’s liberating trust me)
𝐏𝐨𝐝
・He was so sad
・But tried his best not to show it, but you caught a glimpse of it.
・So SO SO SUPPORTIVE
“Are you still doing it now? Have you got a way to stop doing it? Should we make some sort of ... plan?”
・Knows exacty how you’re feeling just by looking at you - even when you’re trying to conceal you’re true feelings. He just ... knows.
・Has a plan for you, even if you can’t think of one
・There’s herbal remedies if you can’t sleep, bandages and salves in case you do self-harm again
・He even learned how to stitch in case ... well ... you know
・Absolutely no judgement when you told him about the self-harm. He had tears in his eyes, and knelt beside you as you told him everything
・Didn’t interrupt you, or make you feel as though it was burdening him
“I want to know everything about you. You mean the world to me.”
・Is more upset that you had to go through certain experiences / feelings. Wish he could have been there to support you during those times
・Only asks questions when he gets your consent to do so
・Is so steady with the questions as well
・Holds you tight every night after that, and when he’s away, he’ll write little reminders and notes so he doesn’t feel so far away
𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐲
・Didn’t fully understand what you meant, because self harm was a foreign thought to her.
・She always had a plan, or her thoughts were always certain. Her grandmother helped with that, because of how grounded and honest she was with/for Margaery
・It was a bit intimidating telling her but you knew you had to at some point. And in your mind, you thought this would make or break your relationship
・You were honest and told Margaery exactly that - and she was shocked
“My dear, my absolute love,” she held your hands in hers and put them to her lips, “I love you. And this is not ... there is nothing wrong with how you expressed yourself. You did what you had to, to survive.”
・Tears sprung in your eyes when she said that
・Because that’s exactly what these scars were - memories of a time when all you could control was your self harm.
・Asked when was the last time you did it and if you were still doing it. If you were still, then she would ask to see - in case of infection or if the maester needed to get involved
・Then she promised you that you would never need to self-harm again
𝐎𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐧
・Kissed you, every part of you
“I am so sorry you felt so ... low, that you felt like you had to do this to yourself.”
・Led you to the bed and brought over the wash bowl, wash cloth, called for food and wine
“You will never feel like that again, I promise.”
・He kissed the inside of your palms and held them to his face, where he looked you in the eyes and smiled sadly
・Washed you from head to toe, (every part of you), wiped your face and helped you move into bed
・He held you close, bringing you the cup of wine and making you a plate of food so you didn’t have to get up
“Tell me whatever you wish to.”
・He was so tender and caring
・Oberyn truly loved you, every part of you, and not just superficially. But the whole of you. Your personality, your thoughts, memories and experiences. Everything that made you, you.
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Early 18th (and late 17th) century fashions are so under-utilized in vampire media and I think it's a damn shame.
I don't actually think I've ever seen a single image of a vampire character in an early 18th century suit. Hardly any movies set in that era either, and hardly any historical costumers who do it.
(Even my beloved gay pirate show set in 1717 takes nearly all of its 18th century looks from the second half of the century. Not enough appreciation for baroque fashion!!)
Yes I love late 18th century fashion as much as anyone, and 19th century formal suits are all very well and good, but if you want something that says old, dead, wealthy, and slightly dishevelled, then the 1690's-1730's are where it's at.
(Retrato del Virrey Alencastre Noroña y Silva, Duque de Linares, ca. 1711-1723.)
There was so much dark velvet, and so many little metallic buttons & buttonholes. Blood red linings were VERY fashionable in this era, no matter what the colour of the rest of the suit was.
(Johann Christoph Freiherr von Bartenstein by Martin van Meytens the Younger, 1730's.)
The slits on the front of the shirts are super low, they button only at the collar, and it's fashionable to leave most of the waistcoat unbuttoned so the shirt sticks out, as seen in the above portraits.
(Portrait of Anne Louis Goislard de Montsabert, Comte de Richbourg-le-Toureil, 1734.)
Waistcoats are very long, coats are very full, and the cuffs are huge. But the sleeves are on the shorter side to show off more of that shirt, and the ruffles if it has them! Creepy undead hands with long nails would sit so nicely under those ruffles.
(1720's-30's, LACMA)
Embroidery designs are huge and chunky and often full of metallic threads, and the brocade designs even bigger.
(1730's, V&A, metal and silk embroidery on silk satin.)
Sometimes they did this fun thing where the coat would have contrasting cuffs made from the same fabric as the waistcoat.
(Niklaus Sigmund Steiger by Johann Rudolf Huber, 1724.)
Tell me this look isn't positively made for vampires!
(Portrait of Jean-Baptiste de Roll-Montpellier, 1713.)
(Yeah I am cherry-picking mostly red and black examples for this post, and there are plenty of non-vampire-y looking images from this time, but you get the idea!)
And the wrappers (at-home robes) were also cut very large, and, if you could afford it, made with incredible brocades.
(Portrait of a nobleman by Giovanni Maria delle Piane, no date given but I'd guess maybe 1680's or 90's.)
(Circle of Giovanni Maria delle Piane, no date given but I'd guess very late 17th or very early 18th century.)
Now that looks like a child who's been stuck at the same age for a hundred years if I ever saw one!
I don't know as much about the women's fashion from this era, but they had many equally large and elabourate things.
(1730's, Museo del Traje.)
(Don't believe The Met's shitty dating, this is a robe volante from probably the 1720's.)
(Mantua, c. 1708, The Met. No idea why they had to be that specific when they get other things wrong by entire decades but ok.)
(Portrait of Duchess Colavit Piccolomini, 1690's.)
(Maria van Buttinga-van Berghuys by Hermannus Collenius, 1717.)
Sometimes they also had these cute little devil horn hair curls that came down on either side of the forehead.
(Viago in drag Portrait of a lady, Italian School, c. 1690.)
Enough suave Victorian vampires, I want to see Baroque ones! With huge wigs and brocade coat cuffs so big they go past the elbow!
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Yandere House Stark Headcanons
A/N: I ended up not doing Bran and Rickon only because I wanted to get this out sooner rather than later and they were a little difficult to write for. If you'd like to see headcanons for them I can definitely make another post for them, just let me know.
Let's say you are a low born person looking for refuge in Winterfell after your village was sacked by Wildlings. You had hoped to find some tavern to hold up in or even a brothel, but unbeknownst to you the Stark family kept an eye on newcomers. When they received news of your arrival, they requested your presence. It was only to talk about the possibility of nearby Wildlings, but when YOU showed up beaten and scared for your life- how could they not offer their Stark hospitality?
This is where the yandere tendencies begin.
Ned Stark, as a yandere, is protective and definitely has a savior complex. He's an honorable and just man that can't help but bring home strays, so when he sees you it's like finding Jon all over again. A deep sense of responsibility comes over him and he knows in that moment that you are just as much his as any of his kids. From that day forward he assigns a room for you in the castle and a handmaiden to keep you company, not that you'll be needing it. The family of course is shocked at his sudden interest, but they all love to see him happy and nothing makes him more happy than seeing you taken care of.
Now Catelyn is initially worried that Ned has taken a romantic interest in you, but when she sees the way you both interact she understands the fatherly bond he is trying to create very similar to his own kids. It didn't take long for her to fall into her own yandere tendencies; checking in on you in the mornings, making prayer wheels even when you're not sick, helping in the kitchen to make sure your food was perfect ( and not poisoned). She takes her role as your surrogate mother very seriously,sometimes to the extent of watching you sleep or ordering guards to discreetly watch over you and report back. Her biggest worry is that you'll be taken away from them so she takes extra precautions to keep you safe.
Robb is head over heels for you instantly. Man is down bad. Much like his father, Robb has a savior complex and finds himself wanting to be YOUR savior always. He does this by training extra hard with Jon, keeping an eye on you at all times, and giving threatening looks to any man or woman who gets too close to you. He doesn’t mean to scare away any potential friends but he does mean to scare away potential lovers. He couldn’t bear to see you with anyone outside the family, and even then he has a sword up his butt about it.
On the other hand, Jon takes a while to warm up to you. He loves his family and is vicious to outsiders who could harm them. Eventually, seeing how you interact with everyone makes him a tad jealous. Not of you, but of his family and how easily they can approach you. I definitely see Jon as an overprotective/stalker yandere with strong jealous tendencies that make him beg for your approval. He finds himself wherever you are, lurking in the background, waiting for the right moment to catch you alone. Jon feels like himself around you and the more time you spend together the more addicted to your presence he becomes.
Theon is hands down THE worshiper of the group. It's a hot take for sure but as a yandere, I see Theon's insecurities and fears taking over, slightly similar to reek!Theon. He sees you as a deity, above the Lords and Ladies, even above the King/Queen themself. If it were up to him he'd be the one giving you your meals, running your baths, standing by your side as guard. He cherishes your very presence and hopes one day you'll see his never ending loyalty to you and only you.
Sansa is very quiet about her obsession, you almost couldn't tell. She's the perfect friend, always sitting next to you at meals, gossiping about the Lords and Lady's of court, and helping you stock your wardrobe. Whatever hobby you choose to pick up, she's always there to praise you in your efforts and guide you in whatever way she can. She especially loves teaching you how to embroider as it's her specialty. It was all but normal until you came upon her private journal filled with both your names in beautiful cursive surrounded by hearts. You begin to notice the closeness she silently demands, eyeing everyone else to stay away. You see the way she longingly watches you from afar when you choose to spend time with anyone else. And your dresses, that you both so carefully picked out, seem to have a little embroidered "SS" on the nape of your neck.
Arya sees you as her golden older sibling, the one who can do no wrong. She is constantly dragging you around Winterfell - riding horses and trying to shoot arrows (and failing lol). She finds comfort within you, the only person who doesn't expect anything of her except to be herself. And for that she will never leave your side. Most nights you'll find her trying to sneak into your room to share a bed, but whether she can get past the guards Ned and Catelyn have posted outside your door is another story.
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