❝ Please, don’t do this. I’m begging you. ❞

( ❛ & meme┊not accepting. )

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                && she wills her to see, to understand as features twist ‘pon mien, travesty of standard pulchritude.   (  a struggle not to tear, to cry ;;  desirous to remain strong within these moments as daughter attempts to convince mother.  )   toes touch boundary, invisible line driven but she shant cross bounds, not yet. not while approval may still be garnered by lady mother.   (  which is worse? a missing daughter, or an unhappy one?  )

                             ❛                 please mother, it is either this or … or i be unhappy for the rest of my days.   ❜

balerion:

Lyanna died in a room that smelled of blood and roses. A fever had taken her strength. Her voice had been faint as a whisper. There was fear in her eyes, while she called for Ned to promise her something. When her brother gave his word, the fear went out of her eyes. She smiled, and her fingers clutched his own in a tight grip. They were still holding each other as she gave up her hold on life. Rose petals slipped from her palm, dead and black.

#oops#tba#mobile

stheniic:

                                 EVER MET A BATTLEFIELD GIRL?

#oops#tba#mobile

                  ( ❛ & wolfishwilderness. )

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❝   Wait …
                  BRANDON.   
Brandon, where are you
                                                AUGH !!!
                                  DAMN IT !!!   ❞

                she is not the best opponent,  nor  is  she  the  best  partner on days where
                lissome digits BATTER & BRUISE  plastic console  buttons with crude brute
                force that seems misplaced within  lilliputian stature & so poorly contained
                at that & there is RAGE within irises of gunmetal as designated half of the
                shows splashes of vivid red ;; evidence of the bloodbath that has become
                her character.

                &  it is the QUIET before the STORM  ;;  limbs  locked in falsified  guise of
                innocence ‘fore motion  overtakes  her & she,  in turn, overtakes him. she is
                a  POWERHOUSE  when she so desires,  knowing how  to  pitch  weight  &
                lock limbs & in an instant she’s  gained control of brothers controller while
                maintaining position atop him.

                fingers  jam & swivel,  knowledge  expert  &  revenge  is so  CRYSTALLINE 
                within  mentality & , no , she  will  not  get  off  until he, too,  is downed in 
                barrage of utter CARNAGE.

❝   What happened to being a TEAM? Team
mates don’t leave their sisters to get EATEN !!
                                                Your turn ;;                                 DIE BITCH !! ❞


❝I try to picture me without you but I can't.❞

                               { meme }

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             & she does not like  these  words uttered by  silver ROYALE ;; does  not
             like  the thoughts  they  produce,  the emotions they invoke within  figure,
             heart  still very much that  of a  CHILD  no matter how she may  behave
             otherwise.  words of promise & longing are  known  to  ears & slick  of
             tongue yet WILD lady does not  seek  to  act ‘pon them even if it should
             feel akin  to maiming  should  she  refuse  ;;  she is HERS  'fore  anyone
             elses  be  it  ROBERT BARATHEON  or  RHAEGAR TARGARYEN  ;;
             belonging to another is not within her cards,  no matter how they manage
             to make her feel so SKILLFULLY.

                                                                                   ❝ YOU MUST. ❞

            a pause  &  even  now stark grey  eyes refuse to  look  at  crown  prince, 
            to look anywhere  but  flooring  beneath  her  feet  &  sweeps of SILKEN
            skirts. she would not be able to bare looking as proper manners would so
            dictate ;; single glance could SHATTER northern wrought resolve & such
            chance                could                  not                   be               taken.

                              ❝ Please. ❞

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EVERY GIRL

ind. priv. sel. canon divergent book based lyanna stark from asoiaf established: 9.13 && rebooted 1.14.
written by JAILIN
{ 22 | she/her/hers | pst }

#ofwolfmaids

HAS WOLVES

drafts. starters owed. inbox.
permanent starter call.
thread tracker.

PACING RHYTHMS

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.