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“I could keep you safe. They’re all afraid of me. No one would hurt you again, or I’d kill them.” - Sansa Stark, ACoK

remember when buffy the vampire slayer made it canon that if you're too unpopular in high school you turn invisible. and that the fbi is recruiting these invisible children to train as assassins. and then it just never comes up again

the holy trinity: bisexual, bilingual & bites u

‘Cersei and Joffrey and the general trauma Sansa suffers leads her down a path of hating herself in the same way Cersei does; hating her naivety, partly wanting to shame others who are still like that as a means to project it outwards and yet she never quite does. And not only is that a triumph of her empathy in the face of her situation but it is also a triumph of belief in herself; still seeing goodness within herself rather than just something to shame and attack the way everyone makes her internalise. If these other people deserve empathy, even when part of her does feel the opposite, if they still deserve empathy, so does she. I think all of this tells us she did have a lot of loving experiences from her parents growing up. That as much as she might feel self-hatred a lot of the time there is still a little voice in there saying ‘no you deserve more, you are more than they say.’ At many points it’s a very faint, faint voice in this story but what’s important is that it is there.’

Oh my god. He gets it. I really think the entire asoiaf fandom should watch this video. I mean, op is a child therapist - of course he has a better grasp of her complexity than half the freaking fandom.

The Lovers

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“They collided. Again, again, and again. Their lips fought for dominance, their teeth clanged together and their tongues danced. His hand clutched the nape of her neck while his other hand tangled into her hair. Hermione moaned against his touch.”

A character mood board for Draco & Hermione for my Werewolf Dramione fanfic.

Draco Malfoy

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“She smelt like cinnamon rolls and parchment paper. It was intoxicating.”

“I am no longer who I thought I was. I am something more. I have changed. Fear my wrath. Fear me.”

Character mood board for my Werewolf Dramione fanfic.

Hermione Granger

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“You can stop the act Malfoy; I know you’re hurting. Tell me how to help.”

“You can’t help me, Granger.”

Character mood board for my Werewolf Dramione fanfic.

The Addams Family

“Sic Gorgiamus Allos Subjectatos Nunc”

Lucinda Addams

February 23rd 1929

Lucinda Addams is the daughter of Pollux Addams’ second wife, and is the mother of Gomez, Fester, and Tristessa Addams. Lucinda, like her sisters, are self-taught witch who excels in potions, spells, divination/fortune telling, and knife throwing—-this is how she met and married her husband, Dexter Burton, an Italian-American acrobat in a travelling Circus.

Lucinda was the youngest and last child of Pollux Addams and his American wife. After the death of her husband, Lucinda traveled the world—loved her time in Eastern Europe—and learned from many witches in Russia, Austria, and Poland. After traveling, she settled down in New Jersey with her son and his wife, Gomez and Morticia, while her youngest followed in their mother's steps—-though Fester was never seen again, while Tristessa was in Asia.

Lucinda isn’t as close with Selma as she is with Greta, but the three sisters would do anything for each other and their family. She loves her grandchildren—-Harry, Wednesday, Pugsley, and future Pubert—-fiercely and would kill anyone for them. Lucinda is the only sister who allowed herself to age naturally.

The Addams Family

“Sic Gorgiamus Allos Subjectatos Nunc”

Greta Addams-Hyde

October 6th 1923

Greta Addams is the daughter of Pollux Addams and his first wife, the younger sister of Selma Addams and the older sister of Lucinda Addams. She is currently married to a German-French man Jacques “Jacq” Hyde, an old money aristocrat. Like her older sister, Greta is a self-taught witch and is prolific in love magic, specifically soulmate magic. Greta is the mother of twins, Adrienne and Astaroth. Greta currently lives in France with her husband and young twins.

The Addams Family

“Sic Gorgiamus Allos Subjectatos Nunc”

Selma Addams

October 25th 1919

Selma Addams is the first born of the current family head, Pollux Addams and his first wife, and is the older sister of Greta Hyde nee Addams and Lucinda Addams. She is the aunt of Fester, Gomez, Trisstessa, Adrienne, and Astaroth. Selma is described as headstrong, stubborn, and loyal. She is a self-taught witch and is the bane of Pollux existence.

sansa and lady in the godswood at winterfell

ep 6 // ep 19

Arya Stark of Winterfell, Daughter of the north, Queen of Winter, The night wolf, The ghost of Harrenhal, Witch queen, Bloodwitch, Wolf witch, water dancer, The She-wolf, a bitch from the seventh hell.

Backgrounds? *puts on sunglasses* I don't know her.

My favorite girl Sansa, here to eat lemon cakes and take names.

Lady Sansa Stark

🐺🌼🐺🌼🐺🌼🐺🌼🐺🌼🐺🌼

It took me a lot to finish this fanart I just started and after a few minutes I wanted to stop drawing.

The idea came about because last year at the Panama Comic Con I bought a Game of Thrones comic for my older sister where this illustration of Sansa and Sandor was.

Her horrible night hasn't even begun yet, and she's already picking at her fingers ☹️

It just makes you wonder how many countless nights she had to endure this. How many times she was woken up because Viserys desired her, and her being able to do NOTHING about it.

She can't refuse the King; he's her husband. She can't refuse her husband; he's the King.

Alicent has to do her duty, and pleasing the King IS her duty.

Even though he mocked her in the Godswood in front of Daemon and Rhaenyra. Even though he laughed in her face. Even though he consistently demonstrates that he thinks less and less of her with each passing day.

Alicent Hightower—despite the late hour, despite the mockery, and despite her dissociating during the act—goes to the King and does her duty.

no matter which clan you choose to offend, you shouldn’t offend the Jiang clan - no matter which person you choose to offend, you shouldn’t offend Jiang Cheng.

A Dance of Lions & Wolves

The sounds of screams and the horrific deaths of his family has plagued the Lord of Winterfell. The Old Gods speak to him, while the jaws of Winter ravage his precious Northern Lands, depleting its food stores, killing both low and high born, and with little resources to plant crops and feed his people, Eddard is forced to turn to the South for help, writing to the Reach, Stormlands, Crowlands, Riverlands, and Westerlands. Only one responds, with terms and conditions.

After having prophetic dreams of the fall and ruin of his house, Tywin Lannister has remarried after the death of his second son, and heir Tyrion Lannister, with hopes of having more children to replace Tyrion and kingsguard Jamie Lannister, and prevent the foreseen downfall of his house. In order to restore the pride lands, the lions must work with the wolves to heal their respected territory, however the Stags, Lionesses, Vipers, Krakens, and Dragons are also awakening, threatening the world the Wolves and Lions wish to build. Together, Lion and Wolf must lead the charge and protect their legacy from burning.

285 AC, Westerlands

Prologue: The Raven

Children's laughter brought the Warden of the West from his desk, abandoning the newest correspondence from the wintery wilds of the North, to the open window of his study. Tywin Lannister watched his twins play in their mother’s garden at Casterly Rock with their cousins. He watched with narrowed eyes as the golden haired cubs ran after one another. From what he could hear from his study, the children were playing knights and ladies.

“Fair maiden! I, Lancle Lannister, son of Keven Lannister, am here to rescue you from the tower!” He bowed and little Lancel, ran towards their makeshift tower, wood sword in his hand, as he “charged” the ferocious beast that was a dragon guarding his own daughter, Jeyne. His son, Damon, was the dragon, he wore the costume his twin made him in her lessons with the Septa’s, and he roared and slashed at Lancel.

“Fight me if you dare, little knight, but know, no one has defeated me in all these years I’ve guarded this tower!” Damon slashed his faux claws and Lancel jumped back, as they began their duel. Cousins “fought” while Jeyne shouted encouragement at her cousin Lancel.

“Be careful Ser! Watch from the dragon’s talons!” Jeyne shouted.

Man and beast danced, all while Tywin’s goodsister Dorna and sister Genna, watched the children from their pergola. He watched as his son and nephew fought until Lancel dealt the killing blow. Damon shouted and fell to the ground, making “dying sounds'' as his cousin stood over his dying body, smirking while Jeyne and Twyin’s sisters clapped, applauding the brave knight. Lancel bowed in his aunt and mother’s direction, before climbing the tower to rescue Jeyne.

“Oh Ser! How brave you were, defeating the dangerous dragon! How ever can I thank you?” She played up her role as the defenseless maiden. “My lady, only your favor will do, so I can show the world that I deserved the favor of Lady Lannister!” Jeyne giggled, placing her favor of westerlands roses and primrose, on her cousin’s wood sword.

Damon jumped up from the ground, clapping his hands as he jogged over to his twin and cousin. “You’ve been practicing your sword play cousin!”

“Yes. Yes I have. Was I better than last time?” Lancel questioned, insecurity filling his light green eyes. “Drastically better than last time! This time I had to avoid your blows and your footwork was more solid!” Damon complemented. Lancel thanked his cousin, together, he and Jeyne helped Damon out of the dragon costume. Free from the sweaty fabric, he shook his damp auburn hair. Jeyne shouted as the droplets of sweat splashed in her face.

“Sorry, Jeyne,” He blushed, scratching his head.

“Jeyne, darling, come here,” A tall woman, with auburn hair, wearing a light blue gown with primroses on her hem, walked towards Jeyne, a white handkerchief in her pale, slender hands. She bent down, wiping Jeyne’s face, brushing away her twin’s sweat.

“Thank you, mumma,”

Tywin looked away from the scene, and went back to his desk, leaving his new wife and their twins behind to focus on the letter in front of him. The North, Eddard Stark was writing about possible increase in trading. The winters were brutal and after the Rebellion, everyone in the North was replenishing their storages. However, it was impossible to feed the entire North while creating sufficient storage. Lord Eddard’s people were dying, and he was requesting help. Tywin laced his fingers together, staring long and hard at the Northern Lord’s blocky script. He thought of all the advantages this opportunity brought. Tywin had always wanted to infiltrate the North, and now with a new King in King's Landing, he was free to do whatever he pleased without an paranoid old fool mistaking his actions for treason and shouting for his and his family's heads on a chopping block.

He could finally reach his vision of having a Lannister in all seven parts of the Seven Kingdoms. Winterfell was known to be an impregnable castle, like his beloved Casterly Rock, and from what he could recall from his visit when he was but a boy, the castle was strong and has the potential to be another Rock, with thousands of men on guard. With his influence, Tywin could usher in a new reign of Cregan Stark with Eddard Stark. He could turn the second son into a formidable Lord like his ancestor. Afterall, the man was in mourning. Losing a son in the winter. Tywin huffed out a laugh, it seemed he held the key to Eddard Stark's salvation, or destruction.

With another look at the window where his family played and laughed, Tywin wrote a reply to the North, sealing Lords of winter fates.

my life is a chaotic mess at the moment, and every single bloody time it becomes chaotic, my writing muse wakes up from her hibernation and decides now is the time to write …. Wtf??

“how did you get into writing” girl nobody gets into writing. writing shows up one day at your door and gets into you

Jiang YanLi, “I’m… I’m here to tell you…”

To tell him what?

That it’s fine?

That I don’t hate you?

That everything is fine?

That I don’t blame you for have killed Jin ZiXuan?

It was impossible.

But she couldn’t say anything that was the opposite either.

[...]

Suddenly Jiang Yanli's eyes opened wide. Her hands conjured up an explosive current of strength from nowhere and pushed Wei Wuxian hard!

Wei Wuxian was pushed onto the ground again by force. The next time he looked up, he saw the gleaming blade of a sword pierce through her throat.

The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation, Chapter 78

"With his left hand, he [Jin Guangyao] whipped out another string and attacked Wei Wuxian! Jiang Cheng's pupils shrank to become just a point. With a flip of his wrist, he turned Zidian's direction to defend against the guqing strings."

The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation, Chapter 101

"You did all the best things, and yet every time you do the worst ones, it's involuntary! Forced! With some unspeakable grievances! Grievances?! You told me nothing, you played me for a fool!! [...] Can I not hate you?! Why is it that now it's like I am supposed to have wronged you?!"

The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation, Chapter 102

— that is enough.

"i'm team black" "i'm team green"

well i am neither because i choose my teams with my pussy and not my moral compass

There he is, the love of my life. The Problematic Fave. Sad Purple Lightning Man. Head Bitch. Angry Grape. Captain Cheekbones. Jiujiu Doing His Best. Incredibly, The Biggest Disaster In A Cast Which Also Contains Wei Wuxian