The girl approached, and Claire could see as she moved about the snow she was no more than her late teens at most, and the way she marched upon virgin snow proved how used to it she was, it was neither a challenge nor a thought to her, this was the world she was used to and Claire didn’t need ask, for why else would one walk with fur adorned shoulders in this blithering cold?
At the mention of her attire, Claire found she was hugging herself, to stop herself shaking from the chill that ached her bones. A linen dress, thin and light offered no warmth in Winter, especially since here Winter seemed to grace the land. How foolish she must seem out in a Summer dress, as though she wanted death to take her. However, as Claire remembered, when she had left Frank earlier, there had been no sight of snow, no mention of it. In fact there hadn’t even been rain. It had been quite a warm day for October, and she could guess the temperature would have to plummet a great deal to have snow as thick as this, and it would have to have fallen for hours to lay so heavily on the terrain. Claire could not recall a snow shower, or even remarking the chill on her way to the Standing Stones, and now the realisation that they had whirled her to a different time, a different place, seemed all the more real.
“I- I wasn’t expecting snow.”
Was all Claire could muster, feeling stupid for even speaking. It would seem unrealistic to the girl across from her, that Claire would leave wherever she came from and come about here, a place obviously so accustomed to snow, to stroll about in it, in a light Summer dress that reached her calves at most.
Bandits though. Heavens, she must be farther out than she thought, if bandits even came into question.
“Sorry, d’you know, odd as this sounds, what this place is called? I’d really rather be on my way home, I expect I’ll be missed, and I wouldn’t like to trouble you further.”
Because the idea that she was far away from the village from hence she’d came did propose a ridiculous notion, so she dismissed it for now.
“I must be quite high upon the mountains of Inverness, I imagine to find myself in snow such as this.”
A laugh left her lips, better to make light of the situation she figured that wallow in it. Hopefully this girl would be able to direct her back to the Village, or know of it and soon she’d be back with Frank, and she could imagine he’d rightly laugh when she confirmed her tale to him. However, for now Claire couldn’t imagine why anyone would choose to live in perpetual snow, but then the idea of being so high in the mountain struck her, for wouldn’t there be wind, or a breeze at least?
& she wants to laugh, give voice to flurry within adolescent breast at what was uttered for it is so very obvious & she does ;; soft sound reverberating off snow & foliage as it slips forth from curvature of lips colored carmine with cold temperaments & it stops soon enough, lasting no more than but a pair of beats of her heart against iron cage of ribs & ;; as obvious her words are, they are also so very odd for all know the climate of the north & even embroiled within spring as they are, snow can still be seen as evidenced by blanket of white surrounding yet it is spring snow that shant last long ‘fore the melt comes & things are once more as green as her lands could possibly get.
❝ You truly do not know where you are? ❞
confusion laces tonality still for did not all know of this location? & if they truly had gotten lost would not her own appearance give way to understanding? ladies are not afforded as much free reign as male counterparts whether they are northern or southron & woman-child be no exception ;; places she may be seen are few are far between, limited to area about her home &, should she been taken along, holdings of her fathers men or kingslanding although the former is much more plausible than the latter these days.
& perhaps she aught be weary, cautious of this under dressed stranger who knows not of what all others do yet the lady lyanna has never been one to be guarded against the strange for such is a show of weakness & she is not weak, this girl of iron & frost & the dire of which adorns the flag of her kin & she shant become so now but if she cannot be weary she shall be curious of this unknown woman & though she does not interact with them often, within her mind lies face & name of all noble with blood as blue as her own flowing through privileged veins yet there is no sense of familiarity within set of eyes, curve of jaw & perhaps this is no lady but a commoner, a thought that ties with state of dress.
& should there be hesitation it is ever brief ;; the silence of a child attempting to place another within land declared their own, a breech within sandbox that is now to be placed as either friend or foe in the wake of it all but soon enough she allows utterance to fall forth, each word accompanied by pale evidence of warm breath meeting chilled air.
❝ You are in WINTERFELL, or close to it, rather. If you look, you shall see it behind me, 'pon the hill. You shant miss it, t'is the only structure for quite a while in any direction. T'is the seat of the North, surely you know it for everyone within the kingdom does just as they know who holds it … but you do not … Otherwise you would have realized as soon as you saw my face, the colors I wear … How is it that you do not know where you are? ❞
grey 'pon grey with shades of white threaded throughout, stark colors nestling so dear after so long within the bright shades of southron fabric & even if she should wear dresses of other colors, they, too, shall be on the grey side of things ( grey-blue, grey-green ;; so dreary in retrospect but fitting of her family, of shared features of dark hair & grey eyes )
❝ I must confess I know not of this Inverness of which you speak … I believed myself to know all towns within my fathers lands but perhaps you are not of the North? If you are not, how is it that you have found yourself here with no luggage, no accompaniment … not even a cart or a horse? ❞
i am not your apocalypse, i am not your salvation, my body is a kingdom meant only for a queen. i will take your crown, i will shape your stars, my life might not be my own but yours ?? i will make it so!! immortality is an escape, absolution from revolution, blessed by dying breaths of kings who lived too long. you called me an angel, blessed me with candle-bright lies. i will make angels fall, i will burn your kingdom down. immortality belongs to the dead, so bury me with my crown.
IN HER VEINS !!
i am not, nor do i claim to either be or be affiliated with hailee steinfeld or any of my face claims or have any connection to asoiaf. all writing here is my own, however, && my portrayal is based off of my own headcanons && beliefs formed upon watching the movie. i ask you to not take anything used here for yourself, with the exception of utilizing headcanons in our threads, without my permission.
ONE. for the child of the north ( ’ princess princess princess ’ they call though royal title she does not possess ) ;; reveler in all she can && though she is small she it mighty, a girl with the eyes of a wolf, quick to smile, to laugh, to cry when brothers leave her behind. she who buries herself in stories&&song&&wide open air ;; wild child, she wolf, maiden betrothed with laurel within locks &&splinters within flesh of palms, mud ‘pon thick finery of skirts as winter roses grow to rot besides bed. follows lyanna from childhood through to her death at the tower of joy && beyond. face claims include bailee madison, hailee steinfeld, samantha barks, gemma arterton && olga kurylenko. >arc one. arc two. arc three. arc four. arc five. alt arc five a.alt arc five b.
TWO. for the girl with blue blood, royal blood ;; descended of kings&&queens&& when dragons came to burn it all, loyalty went pledged&&titles kept. royale of winter in name && degree, she who bares teeth&&rides withnaughta care beyond all that father rules over. face claims include sarah bolger. an au verse where the starks kept their royal title after the targaryens came. there is no betrothal to robert && while she is a princess, there is no betrothal to rhaegar either though it is capable of being put into play if so desired.arc onearc two.
THREE. for the girl with bruised knuckles&& more of daddies money than his accountants ;; silver plated&&rosy cheeked, money is of no consequence to those among nations finest&& while you must look close, designer labels are in her blood. for the girl who is meant to go far&& falls to statistics ;; yet another teenage, unwedmother( ’ HOMEWRECKER ’ headlines will one day scream) bullies beware, thou shalt go destroyed for she is called feral by those on wrong end of kicks, of punches, the occasional snap ( !! ) of ivory teeth ;; labeled wild&&uncouth by those knocked down&& oh so many have lost their pride, shattered shards about her feet like victims felled to massacre of righteous anger&& she stands ‘pon them like crowned queen. modern verse following lyanna through childhood through adulthood. trigger warnings include underage sex, teen pregnancy. face claims include bailee madison, hailee steinfeld, samantha barks, olga kurylenko && gemma arterton. arc onearc twoarc two. arc threearc three. arc four.
FOUR. she who counts her years in bloodied teeth, tells time with pinched wallets ;; just as likely to smile ( all pretty&&sweet) as she is to steal all that you have, put a bullet somewhere only doctors can retrieve. for the girl among thieves&&murderers, crooked&&corrupt, those with no honor save any by the name of ’ STARK ' && even that goes measured by a hangmans noose. an modern au crime verse. face claims include bailee madison, hailee steinfeld, samantha barks, olga kurylenko && gemma arterton. arc one.arc two.arc three.
FIVE. a closed verse with aroseofyork where mary plataganet finds herself in winterfell. lord stark gains a ward && lyanna a sister. faceclaim in play is nina dobreva.
SIX.. a CATCH ALL verse tagged in addition to any of the above when i feel like using another face claim as opposed to my mains. face claims include odeya rush, antonia vasylchenko, india eisley, eva green, nicola peltz && jenny boyd.
ABOUT !!
Mun Name → Jailin Mun Age → 22 Other Accounts → [x][x][x][x] Skype → ophellias Telegram → xsolix
Hello there ( !! ) My name is Jailin, 22 years old, she/her pronouns, living in san diego california. I attend school currently, though I probably classify more as a part time student. I'm currently in my final year of studying for my diploma at adult school && after that I hope to enter art school. In my spare time I enjoy reading, writing, pretty much anything art related ( drawing, sculpting, pottery, painting, working on photoshop, wire work etc etc. ) I enjoy the crap out of miyazaki && tim burton && they are my idols, my dream being to work with the latter for a living. I have a dirty mouth & a habit of calling others pet names && if you don't like that, please don't hesitate to let me know ( !! ) On top of a skype, i also have a line && a kik &&if you'd like one just shoot me a message && i'll hand them over. Do not hesitate to add me on any of these, all I request is that you let me know who you are. c:
This is an account for lyanna stark of asoiaf as you can probably tell. I follow the books story line despite her being dead by the time these events happen && pay little to zero attention to what happens on the show for I've since stopped watching it. It is possible for this account to be NSFW in regards her story line ( character death, underage sex && pregnancy ) && the nature of the series, meaning the typical fare ( injury, weaponry, death, etc ). I do not believe she was raped in the twoer of joy, however, depending on the story line played out, there might be possible illusions given what I believe her mental state was by the time rhaegar left to fight. The rumored ' kidnapping ' is another thing i do not believe to have happened the way most people state when they dispute it ;; i believe she went willing, though not fully comprehending, && eventually wanted to go home by the time word of the demise of rickard && brandon reached her ears, however, as we know, she was still in the tower when she died, guarded from retrieval despite this && as such I will play it out as a sort of captivity at the end.
Everything will be tagged for the comfort of others using the system of [ trigger ] tw. if there is something you would like to be tagged for your comfort, please do not hesitate to let me know; I’ll tag it && any similar posts in the future in a heartbeat. a safe dash is a healthy dash.
Icons used on this acount are all cropped && colored by myself using screencaps or are created from bases && are not to be taken without my permission. any themes && promotions && any other character graphics found on my page were edited by myself unless otherwise stated.
little girl of the wolf ;; one day someone will wish to possess you { r u n!! } do not allow their words to sway you ;; ( they will kill you. )
it flows through her veins with such startling clarity && dictates her every movement ;; a wolf in a cage is worth everything && she is nothing if not ETERNALLY free 'til cloak of stag is placed 'round curve && her life is expected to swerve.
&& she would much rather be seen as TALENTED than simply BEAUTIFUL for beauty can always fade &&she refuses to disappear with age. she seeks to ride && life yet fate is cruel in giving her breasts && future fitting for never is life to be own.
she is dirty&&damaged yet crowned in slight of princess, wife, mother && all 'round smiles died as BEAUTIFUL PRINCE chose her above all && if she had any sense she would have run but sense comes in spurts && goes lost in the MOMENT.
it takes the form of SPURNED WIFE && arms 'round her waist as hoofs pound ground && traverse yawning distance ;; it is ANGERED men &&crying women, melted metal && burnt flesh. marks of strangulation 'round northern neck && the taste of WAR.
it takes the form of SPURNED WIFE && arms 'round her waist as hoofs pound ground && traverse yawning distance ;; it is ANGERED men &&crying women, melted metal && burnt flesh. marks of strangulation 'round northern neck && the taste of WAR.
ALONE in unfamiliar place with unfamiliar men as belly swells&&apologies go unheard 'til WAR is echoing rounded walls && she SCREAMS not for brother to be her SAVIOR but t'is far too late as white turns red red redder && heart begins to stumble.
NAME ;; Lyanna Stark ALIAS ( ES ) ;; Lya, She wolf, Wolf Maid NATIONALITY ;; Westerosi PLACE OF BIRTH ;; Winterfell
BUILD ;; slight & slender & a core of iron EYE COLOR ;; Stark grey HAIR COLOR ;; brunette DISTINGUISHING MARKS ;; perpetual skinned knees, hands baring tales of makeshift swords & a handful of scars born of rough play alone or with siblings.
HOUSE ;; House Stark of Winterfell RELIGION ;; the Old Gods STATUS ;; Nobility with royal blood ASSOCIATIONS ;; blue winter roses, snow, (dire)wolves , bravery, loyalty, torn dresses & bloody fingers, the smell of frost, flowers & wood.
DIVERGENT.
marlene almost died that night in 1981 but by some miracle she managed to pull through. she was admitted to st. mungos under a different name && those who attended her &&knew her previously were sworn to secrecy under threat of memory charm. it took her several months to be able to move freely enough to be discharged. her time in the hospital was largely lonely, the numbers who knew she was alive were few &&far between by own request && there was still a war outside leaving visitation to become a hard thing to achieve. those who visited && were in the know were, like her healers, were sworn to secrecy by own will.
after being released, she knew she could not return to her home village in scotland, nor could she return to her flat in hamstead. instead she relocated to bourton-on-the-water under a new name ;; amara bellerose. marlene mckinnon was dead && so was her history so she became a half blood who had attended hogwarts a year earlier && had been sorted into hufflepuff. unable to touch her own funds, she had money all but forced upon her but pride kept her from accepting anything more than was needed to keep her out of the gutter.
she managed to find a job rather quickly as a barmaid at a wizarding tavern that didn't look too closely && in the years that followed she became the manager && then came to own the establishment. her choice in residence && work was rewarding, due to the original owners lack of care, many casual meets of death eaters would take place in the darkened corners. it took a few years for marlene to be confident enough to traverse close enough to serve without giving her true identity away, but even at the bar was she able to hear their whispers. even dead she could be of use to the cause if only for a little while before the close.
after the war ended, marlene remained, living her life in secrecy because there was next to no one left to return to ;; the majority of the order had been killed in action && of those who survived, they largely went back to their own lives && marlene couldn't bare to force her way back into their lives. she made a home in bourton-on-the-water, made herself a presence if only slightly && her attempt, && somewhat success, to build a new life was fortunate for it started all over again.
she continued what she had started in the first war, listening in && it was easier this time. years had passed && no one thought to look for the face of a dead twenty year old witch in a thirty something year old. she flirted && complemented though her disgust && passed on all she knew to dumbledore && mcgonagall, intel once more. she would venture her old haunts again, chance meetings with other order members, but rarely those who didn't know the secrecy surrounding her. for all most knew, she was just a faceless, nameless member until voldemorts final stand.
PERMISSIONS !!
PHYSICAL CONTACT. Lyanna is used to physical contact, both giving & receiving & if she’s comfortable with you, you can bet she’ll touch you in some way. The more she likes you, the more intimate her touches will become, however, if you are not one she considers family ( blood related or no ) most of her initiated contact will be somewhat distant until she reaches a point where she is fond enough of your character that it shows.
INJURE. come at me, dude. i’m all for it. Lyanna dies canonically & she can be quite reckless; I’m willing to bet she has a couple of scars hidden beneath her skirts from sword fighting with Benjen or horse riding or even climbing trees to watch her brothers come & go or hide from her Septa & her Lord Father. Injuring it no problem for me, incidental or not; however you can be sure that if you set out to injure her, she will fight back. She has not gained the title ‘she-wolf’ at such a young age without reason. However, she is a highborn lady && a sister to wolves at that ;; it would be a dangerous thing to injure her by intent for it will not slide.
GUIDELINES !!
INTERACTION. I’m all for it all the time. In character, out of character, always feel free to hit me up. Talk to me if there is something you want to see or something you need ( tags, clarification, etc ) or if you just want to chat. Answer my opens, point me in the direction of one of yours, tag me in things (feel free to do so without talking to me if you’d like. Surprise things are fun for the whole group. ) Multiple threads are fun as well, if you’d like to do more than one thing at any given time.
REPLIES. Please do not pester me about them if I don’t get to them right away or if I’m replying to other threads before I get to yours. If I’m not happy with a reply then I won’t post it until I am, or sometimes I just don’t have the muse for that particular thread. I will get to it, I promise. However if it’s been a week or so, you can hop into my ask and poke me about them if you’re concerned and I’ll let you know the status or sometimes tumblr’s a butt and doesn’t show things and you’re actually helping me. Matching your length to mine is not important, do not feel as if it’s a requirement; just do what you’re happy with.
FOLLOW BACKS. follow backs can be sporadic, coming either right away, after a period of time or simply never coming && for that I apologize but it’s in order to keep my dash full of people I can see myself interacting with character wise && post wise. I am selective with who I follow as well as with who I thread with. Of course, if you wish to continue to follow, please do go ahead ;; however I am not looking for a number nor am I looking to be one. If I have yet to follow you, or you would really like me to so we can do things ;; the easiest way is to interact with me. respond to opens, to new follower posts, send me things ——- let me know that you are interested && I will see what I can do.
RELATIONSHIPS. my ships for vary, mostly due to reading fanfiction, not gonna lie. they include, but are not limited to ;; lyanna x howland, lyanna x arthur dayne && lyanna x brandon. personally, I do not ship lyanna x rhaegar or lyanna x robert though i am more than willing to play them out as they are important to the character. what is really important is chemistry between the characters. Just because you ship something, or I ship something, or we ship something together does not mean that our characters will mesh that way; please bear that in mind. I like when things progress naturally ( i.e not forced. ) I will never force a ship on you and I would hope you would afford me the same courtesy. i do not see a ship meme as forcing a ship.
SMUT. I am open to smut ;; mun is 20+, however lyannas main time frame is 14 - 15 before she disappears with rhaegar meaning tread with caution in that particular area. However, the question should not be if I am willing to smut ;; it should be if I am willing to smut with you. If I am not comfortable with you, there will be no sexy times, I apologize. We do not have to be best friends, but there needs to be some sort of connection between us.
EXCLUSIVE. I am open to exclusives && mains with the sole stipulation being that we've threaded before or, at the very least, worked through character things ooc. if I am mutuals with a soley exclusive blog, I will adhere to their preference. if you wish to be exclusive, please feel free to hmu.
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