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germanich · 1 year
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Lord Petyr Baelish
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damagedrumi · 4 months
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I WANNA RIIIIIDEEEEEEE *angry gay noises*
I'm so sorry for not posting anything for about..umm 3 month???...but today I bring ya my drawing of Petyr ‼️‼️
My hyperfixation on this character is literally my only coping mechanism while I'm swamped with college studying and all stuff of adult life :")
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casser-starkling · 6 months
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thinking about how lord varys is the xoxo gossip girl of westeros
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ok so we keep referring to Littlefinger as purple doublet red coat yellow boots guy
BUT
i think once someone said that his coat was yellow and boots red
which would make sense in so far that the wiki also says he has a yellow cape
and this is on my mind more than probably reasonable aisjdishauah
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desakuro · 3 months
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PetSan is my OTP! No alternatives!
I still believe that the union of Peter and Sansa is the best thing that can happen to Westeros. After all the shit Sansa has been through, with an excellent mentor like Littlefinger, she will become a strong queen. And not just of the North.
Littlefinger has also been through a lot. His sharp mind allows him to achieve anything. And I think he would make a really good king. As the Master of Coin and the owner of brothels, he knows how to handle money and people correctly. He is not cruel unnecessarily (like Joffrey), only when necessary. He is not greedy and corrupt like the Baratheons, not proud like the Lannisters. He knows his worth, but doesn't flaunt it in everyone's faces. And if he were to win the crown, he would be the "owner" of all the seven kingdoms of Westeros, and he knows how to manage his possessions better than anyone else.
It's a pity that the creators of the series made Littlefinger insignificant. It says a lot about their "talent". Baelish is a genius, but in inexperienced hands, he became just a fool. It's very sad.
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rostherightfulheir · 9 months
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Alysane Rivers, Daenerys Targaryen‘s bastard sister.
// The Vailed Dragon || by @Rostherightfulheir wttp \\
ᖭི༏ᖫྀ jus pretend anything with petry is her ᖭི༏ᖫྀ
I need fc recs 🙏🏽
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chic-beyond-the-wall · 4 months
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What a Lady of House Baelish would wear
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hauntedandmurdered · 3 months
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Sansa/Petyr (GOT)
To get this straight, I do not ship them as Littlefinger's love for Sansa is hella toxic, but I admire Sansa growing from a child to a fearless warrior who is equal to the man who tricked her ever since she was a little girl that was left with nothing. Still, they share this weird dynamic one can't deny. Maybe in another world, things would be different.
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I'm obsessed with Sansa's character arc. She's been through so much, she practically went through hell and back, and all that she survived left a huge impact on her essence. She's a gem. A genius. I feel like she doesn't get nearly enough credit for her wit.
"I know what you want."
– "Do you?"
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silverflameataraxia · 21 days
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Every time I'm about to start reading Sansa's POV, I'm hopeful that this will be the time she gets a brain in her head and stops worshipping Joffrey and Cersei, but every POV she remains an idiot.
Grand Maester Pycelle was seated alone at the council table, seemingly asleep, his hands clasped together atop his beard. She saw Lord Varys hurry into the hall, his feet making no sound. A moment later Lord Baelish entered through the tall doors in the rear, smiling. He chatted amiably with Ser Balon and Ser Dontos as he made his way to the front. Butterflies fluttered nervously in Sansa's stomach. I shouldn't be afraid, she told herself. I have nothing to be afraid of, it will all come out well, Joff loves me and the queen does too, she said so.
His smile emboldened her, made her feel beautiful and strong. He does love me, he does. Sansa lifted her head and walked toward him, not too slow and not too fast. She must not let them see how nervous she was. Joffrey pushed himself to his feet. Please, Sansa thought, please, please, be the king I know you are, good and kind and noble, please. "Do you have any more to say?" he asked her.
AGoT, Sansa V
How does she still not have a brain in her head? After everything this family has done to her and her family: attacking Mycah, lying about the attack, ordering the death of Lady, slaughtering all her father's men (and Septa Mordane), falsely accusing her father of being a traitor. How does she still think Joffrey (and Cersei) are good people who will do the right and kind thing?
I know she's a child, but Arya is two years younger and far more intelligent. Plus, Arya saw through the Lannister facade at Winterfell. Sansa has seen who they truly are time and time again, but somehow sees them as her Saviors and thinks that Ned and Arya are the problem, hence why she betrayed her family.
And there in their midst was Sansa, dressed in sky-blue silk, with her long auburn hair washed and curled and silver bracelets on her wrists. Arya scowled, wondering what her sister was doing here, why she looked so happy.
Because she's an idiot, Arya.
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knwerd · 24 days
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quick sketch
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Excerpt: The Raven and the Mockingbird
Oneshot Petyr Baelish x OFC (Amara Merlyn) 0.3K words
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"Father, please..." Amara's voice wavered, a last-ditch effort to appeal to his humanity.
"Enough of this," he thundered suddenly, rising from his seat with such force that Amara flinched involuntarily. Her father, typically composed and aloof, rarely showed such raw emotion. His sudden outburst sent shivers down her spine, leaving her unsettled and apprehensive. Such an outburst was more than unsettling, almost frightening.
"I will not hear another word about this matter. You will marry Lord Sloane or I swear to the gods I will give you away to the whoremonger."
It took Amara a brief moment to put a face to that title.
The whoremonger. Lord Petyr Baelish.
Her thoughts raced at breakneck speed as Amara tried to sort them out. Of course she knew that her father had said this as a warning, that he didn't mean it seriously and that giving away was equivalent to selling in this sense, yet, a daring notion took root in her mind—a reckless, perilous idea that danced on the edge of folly.
Baelish was deceitful, forward-thinking, power-hungry, a player where you didn't know whether you were the pawn or the queen on the chessboard or perhaps just a spectator, a bystander in front of whom his intrigues were laid out.
Entering into any dealings with Lord Petyr Baelish was akin to playing with fire; he was a master manipulator, a schemer whose intentions were as inscrutable as they were dangerous.
She grappled with the realization that Baelish might represent her only avenue of escape, however treacherous that path might be. Despite his lack of honor and integrity, she couldn't shake the feeling that he held the key to her salvation. With a shudder, she entertained one last fleeting thought of Lord Sloane, only to recoil in revulsion. No, she refused to be shackled to that man for eternity. She would sooner face death than submit to such a fate. Or do something rather stupid...
"Then do it." She couldn't suppress the grim satisfaction that welled up inside her when her father looked at her in surprise. It was not often that someone could surprise the Lord of Silvervale, so it made her all the more satisfied that she was the one who succeeded. " Give Lord Baelish your permission to marry me."
Coming soon...
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damagedrumi · 8 months
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my hyperfixation on lord Baelish made me draw this sketch
I ADOREEE drawing blushing characters<33333
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peterparkersnose · 11 months
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not taking questions atm
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rocketyoyo · 9 months
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Aidan at the Tower of London in London, England during the World Premiere of Game of Thrones: Season 5.
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desakuro · 2 months
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"I forgive you. Now forgive yourself" "Closing my eyes I see you. And you?"
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madwomansapologist · 11 months
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Little finger with Mr Perfectly Fine
Taylor Swift Writing Challenge: Mr. Perfectly Fine
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synopsis: You should've know that he would break your heart. You just didn't knew he would be so indifferent. But Varys sees a very different thing.
warnings: little bit of angst. Ned (aka Jesus) is alive.
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What hurts more is that you weren't naive. Is that you knew exactly who Petyr Baelish was. A man that desires power to reign over others as anyone desires air to breath. It's something natural, intrisical, of him. You saw right through him: Baelish would burn the world if he could rule the ashes.
And yet you trusted him.
You felt for his lies, even tho you knew he's a liar. Petyr told you he loved you, that he would protect you and be devoted to you. Petyr told you he was here to stay.
And now he pretends nothing ever happened. He always gets the best seat, in the best room. Petyr advises the king, or at least think he does that, and enjoy life at court. Baelish is always at the right place, in the right time, and never looking at you.
"Can I accompany you, little bird?" Varys knew you were walking towards the hall, and after you nodding friendly he joined you. "Your absence was noticed by me."
"I wouldn't respect you if you didn't." Clever words and kind smiles. Some could pass by you without noticing the truth: you're a player in this game.
"He also noticed."
"Your cant is a casual cruelty", you smirked. "What do you intend with this conversation?"
Maybe if someone else you would've pretend you didn't get, but Varys is the closest you have from a equal. After all, you both are the only people trying to protect the king. Even Ned Stark, with all his devotion and questions, can't see how the Usurper would fall if it wasn't for you both.
"I intend to open your eyes." Varys was quickly to add. "There is something wrong with him."
"Baelish made clear that he want distance from me. I wish the very same."
"Don't be stupid. Baelish can't look away from you." Varys stopped walking. "I think he wants to protect you."
"From who?"
"Now you're making the right questions."
As Varys walked away, leaving you alone with your own thoughts, you decided to change your path an pay Ned Stark a visit.
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