❛     the forest calls you wolfsbane.    

                you can hear it in her voice. the way she rolls her vowels, cuts some things short. scottish. she’s a pretty girl, always has been. really, the whole damn family is attractive. the only girl in a den of four && second to last. doted upon make no mistake. in scotland, the name stark means old money     ;;     back from the times of kings && queens && while they are careful with their riches, wealth exudes from their very pores. what can she say, you can always spot the wealthy, even if they dress in ripped jeans && shirts with faded 50’s cartoons.

                she’s the kind of girl who hates bullies, loathes them to her core. five foot two && she’s a force to be reckoned with. sweet dimples && bruised knuckle tendencies. with three protective brothers && barbed tongue when need arises, she was deemed untouchable from day one && no one even tried. the sort boys admire from afar unless you want to face the firing squad. brandon, eddard, benjen with dear ol da rickard at the helm. closing quarters around the girl. good luck.

                she was fifteen when the incident happened. it was stupid, she was young. she thought it was right until, fuck, it wasn’t. her eldest brother tried to fix it. failed. horribly. in his rage he ended up driving off the road && crashing, it was devastating. it was a scandal, so many families torn apart due to the stupidity of a teenage girl && she couldn’t bare it. she fell asleep every night wondering if her mother in heaven was looking down with disappointment

                the family ended up moving. to america of all places, far beyond the reach of the tabloids && the shattered lives. they did it for her, seeing how one mistake was affecting her life. she’s in therapy, a weekly event     ;;     she had fallen into a depression once before, they don’t want to see it again. in rosewood she’s almost back to normal. participating in sports, making friends. laughing.   (  it’s surprising, you never know how long it’s been since you last laughed until you do it again.  )   it’s been almost a year now, but someone has her secret. knows what she’s done. waves it over her head &&, damn it all !!

                                                         this is the one thing she can’t fight.

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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 }

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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.