Jonerys Shippers You're Beautiful! I Couldn't Stay Away For Long. Now I'm Back With A New Name: @buttertheflame

Jonerys shippers you're beautiful! I couldn't stay away for long. Now I'm back with a new name: @buttertheflame like my ao3 account butteredflame.

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Romance Masterpost

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Love Language - Showing, not telling love

Love Language - Showing you care

Honeymoon

Slow burn

Forbidden Romance (+ prompts)

Reasons for a break-up while still loving each other

How to write a wedding

How to create quick chemistry

How to write a love-hate relationship

How to write enemies to lovers (+ prompts)

How to write lovers to enemies to lovers

Arranged matrimony for royalty (+ prompts)

Date gone wrong

Academic rivals to lovers

Romantic Fall Date Ideas

How to write a polyamorous relationship

Milestones in a relationship

How to write age difference

Fluffy Kiss Scene

Reasons a couple would divorce on good terms

Reasons for having a crush on someone

Ways a wedding could go wrong

Prompt Lists

Romance Prompt Lists (Masterpost)

Bad romances/unrequited/break-up (Masterpost)

Flirting + Teasing Prompts (Masterpost)

Kisses Masterpost (Prompts, First Kiss, Accidental Kiss, …)

Two smart and also stupid people in love

Push and pull romantic prompts

Lovers to enemies

Love to hate relationship

Smut Prompts (Masterpost)

One-Liners Dialogue - Romantic, Smutty + Physical

Things said during sex prompts

Jealousy Prompts

OTP Christmas Prompts

Fluffy Winter Holiday Prompts

Romance Sentence Starters

Romantic Question Prompts

Domestic Fluff Prompts

Fluff Prompts

Fluff Bingo

Fluffy Sentence Starters

Sleepy Starters

Fluffy Dialogue Prompts

Super soft intimacy

make ‘em swoon

Cute Interactions

Romantic, non-sexual intimacy prompts

Fake Dating Prompts (Masterpost)

OT3 Prompts (Masterpost)

Meet Cutes/Meet Uglies

Royal Love (Masterpost)

Hurt/Comfort Dialogue Prompts

Hurt/Comfort Prompts

Caring for their partner prompts

Roommates to Lovers (Masterpost)

Professor/TA Romance

Friends with benefits to lovers Prompts

Romance Dialogue Prompts – Uncomfortable with affection

Matchmaking Prompts

Valentine’s Day Prompts

Hand-holding

Kisses

Hugs

Touching

Physical Reactions

Casual Affections

Intimate Moments

Bed Sharing Scenarios

Seeking out physical affection

Love Confessions (Masterpost)

Lovers being caught Prompts

Love Triangle Ideas

Soulmates AU (Masterpost)

WLW Plot Ideas

Second chance trope

Cooking/Baking Dialogue Prompts

Quiet movie night Prompts

Grumpy + Sunshine Dialogue

Grumpy Affectionate Dialogue

Exes to lovers Prompts (Masterpost)

Reluctant allies to friends to lovers dynamic

Best friends to lovers Prompts

Childhood friends to lovers Prompts

Workplace Romance (Masterpost)

Secret relationship dialogue

Date Prompts (Masterpost)

Parallel Universe Romance Prompts

Lover being hurt Prompts

Relationship Milestones (Masterpost: moving in, getting married, honeymoon)

Relationship Problems

Relationship Changes

Ship Dynamics

OTP Prompt Challenge

Enemies to Lovers Masterpost

‘Imagine your OTP’ Prompts

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JON SNOW APPRECIATION MONTH 2022 ↳ Day 24: Duty and honor vs needs and desires

Jon’s complicated feelings about the Night’s Watch: wanting to enact revenge on behalf of his family vs staying true to his vows to stay out of the realm’s business

“Well, he will not want it said that Stannis rode to the defense of the realm whilst King Tommen was playing with his toys. That would bring scorn down upon House Lannister.” “It is death and destruction I want to bring down upon House Lannister, not scorn.” Jon read from the letter. “The Night’s Watch takes no part in the wars of the seven kingdoms. Our oaths are sworn to the realm, and the realm now stands in dire peril. Stannis Baratheon aids us against our foes from beyond the Wall, though we are not his men…”

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By now she’d be eleven, Jon thought. Still a child. “I have no sister. Only brothers. Only you.” Lady Catelyn would have rejoiced to hear those words, he knew. That did not make them any easier to say. His fingers closed around the parchment. Would that they could crush Ramsay Bolton’s throat as easily. Clydas cleared his throat. “Will there be an answer?” Jon shook his head and walked away.

Margaery, Alysanne, and Arya: The People's Queens 👸

I know where you were, the queen thought. Her informers were very good about keeping her apprised of Margaery’s movements. Such a restless girl, our little queen. She seldom let more than three days pass without going off for a ride. Some days they would ride along the Rosby road to hunt for shells and eat beside the sea. Other times she would take her entourage across the river for an afternoon of hawking. The little queen was fond of going out on boats as well, sailing up and down the Blackwater Rush to no particular purpose. When she was feeling pious she would leave the castle to pray at Baelor’s Sept. She gave her custom to a dozen different seamstresses, was well-known amongst the city’s goldsmiths, and had even been known to visit the fish market by the Mud Gate for a look at the day’s catch. Wherever she went, the smallfolk fawned on her, and Lady Margaery did all she could to fan their ardor. She was forever giving alms to beggars, buying hot pies off bakers’ carts, and reining up to speak to common tradesmen.

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But the king was deaf to sense, thanks to his little queen. “If we mingle with the commons, they will love us better.” -- Cersei VI, AFFC

*****

It is written that the young king and queen were seldom apart during that time, sharing every meal, talking late into the night of the green days of their childhood and the challenges ahead, fishing and hawking together, mingling with the island’s smallfolk in dockside inns, reading to one another from dusty leatherbound tomes they found in the castle library, taking lessons together from Dragonstone’s maesters (“for we still have much to learn,” Alysanne is said to have reminded her husband), praying beside Septon Oswyck.

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The last years of Alysanne Targaryen were sad and lonely ones. In her youth, Good Queen Alysanne had loved her subjects, lords and commons alike. She had loved her women’s courts, listening, learning, and doing what she could to make the realm a kinder place. -- F&B

*****

Sansa knew all about the sorts of people Arya liked to talk to: squires and grooms and serving girls, old men and naked children, rough-spoken freeriders of uncertain birth. Arya would make friends with anybody. This Mycah was the worst; a butcher’s boy, thirteen and wild, he slept in the meat wagon and smelled of the slaughtering block. Just the sight of him was enough to make Sansa feel sick, but Arya seemed to prefer his company to hers.

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Back at Winterfell, they had eaten in the Great Hall almost half the time. Her father used to say that a lord needed to eat with his men, if he hoped to keep them. “Know the men who follow you,” she heard him tell Robb once, “and let them know you. Don’t ask your men to die for a stranger.” At Winterfell, he always had an extra seat set at his own table, and every day a different man would be asked to join him. One night it would be Vayon Poole, and the talk would be coppers and bread stores and servants. The next time it would be Mikken, and her father would listen to him go on about armor and swords and how hot a forge should be and the best way to temper steel. Another day it might be Hullen with his endless horse talk, or Septon Chayle from the library, or Jory, or Ser Rodrik, or even Old Nan with her stories.

Arya had loved nothing better than to sit at her father’s table and listen to them talk. She had loved listening to the men on the benches too; to freeriders tough as leather, courtly knights and bold young squires, grizzled old men-at-arms. She used to throw snowballs at them and help them steal pies from the kitchen. Their wives gave her scones and she invented names for their babies and played monsters-and-maidens and hide-the-treasure and come-into-my-castle with their children. Fat Tom used to call her “Arya Underfoot,” because he said that was where she always was. She’d liked that a lot better than “Arya Horserace.” -- AGOT

“Naive Little Sansa Stark” by Lauren-Oh

when you catch a glimpse of the king’s knights (who are still hanging around the shieldhall for some reason) taking second helpings of the turnips