OC thoughts on appearance-based compliments
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“I’m assumin’ the dress code is black tie and I can’t wear my cowgirl boots ?”
sc. ( @devilsnare , jordan )
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❝ you’re plotting something, aren’t you? come on then - out with it. ❞ — @devilsnare, arya.
clever quirk of a smile is quickly wiped from her face in favor of poorly feigned puzzlement, sharp breath through her teeth & then catching for emphasis. sansa pointedly does not look at the maid retreating back down the corridor, straightening to full composure as she turns to face arya. she tries to play it still, knitting her brows and tilting her head ever so slightly in a display of bemusement that is mirrored by lady at her side, head fully cocked in blithe innocence.
❝ plotting? hardly. why would you think that? ❞ she was most certainly not passing out instructions for an upcoming nameday.
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kat pulled her cloak around her as she walked through the open sided halls of the keep. like the starks in the north said, winter was coming and it was even creeping south. the nights were not as warm as they were during summer and when the sun set there was a more than chill in the air. the wind coming off the water had sometimes caused the temperatures to drop, but not so severely that they'd had to pull out their coats to move about the castle after dark. she'd shed it as soon as they entered the hall for the feast below. it was always warm there when it was full.
she fell in stride with her brother when he joined her on the path downstairs. she glanced over at him cautiously checking his expression to gauge what kind of mood he might be in tonight. it was their name day after all, and they'd had a day of celebration. she was somewhat worn out from the festivities but there were still more to come. "have you had a good day so far?" kat asked, genuinely hoping he'd enjoyed himself. "i've heard jaime's got a surprise for us after supper."
STARTER for @devilsnare / joffrey baratheon *
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⎯⎯⎯⎯ @devilsnare / johanna liked for a starter
“yeah, for the ocean,” head nodding, smirk growing, “i mean the ocean’s alright, better than alright, but we both know you’re really gonna miss this face,” hand gesturing over his face, finnick beams at her a loving smile— something practiced and sweet. “it’s okay to admit it.”
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@devilsnare asked: sender has just told receiver "you belong to me"﹙ lizzie / tommy ﹚
“i belong to you.” lizzie repeated in an incredulous tone. huffing, she turned towards the window overlooking the sprawling property with her arms crossed. there was a time when being tommy’s felt like nothing else. she’d needed it like oxygen. “i belong to you and you still treat me this way? like i’m invisible. if that’s what belonging to someone is then i’d like to fuckin’ know what not belonging to anyone feels like.”
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𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 & katniss, though anticipatory of this, had felt his absence in more ways than one. it was hard being without someone to whom you had spent so much trying to keep alive. then, once you no longer have to do that daunting task, you settle into normalcy, you find it even harder to walk around an empty house with just you. it’s safe to say katniss spent most of her time in the woods these last few days. ( peeta was home now. he was safe. he wouldn’t have to leave again for a long time. heart couldn’t take it even if she’s still getting used to not safeguarding her feelings. )
@devilsnare said, “ MISSED MY TOUCH THAT MUCH, DID YOU ? “
the woman smiles, still pressing her nose against the underside of peeta’s jaw. she’s also taken his arms & wrapped them around her, the pressure & weight of it enough to completely relax her ! ❛ ‘course, ❜ answered simply, ❛ i always miss you when you aren’t here. even when you are. ❜ having sight of him makes her more at ease. ❛ it was lonely here without you, ❜ admits katniss, kissing that spot, ❛ did you miss me, too ? ❜
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ASK MEMES. @devilsnare
Bonnie said: ❛ oh great, it's you again. ❜
"What a warm welcome from my favorite witch," Klaus responds brightly, and with a smile. The Bennett witch's ire has never bothered him; both of them know where they stand with each other. "I have a favor to ask. And if it's refused, it will become a demand -- quite quickly, as well."
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slitted saffron gaze slants sideways toward him at the words. she's speckled in multicolored scales, and her eyes work far different then before. no-one can understand being one of doctor gaul's experiments gone awry! blinks aggravation away with a scoff. she bites down on tongue to prevent urge to hiss. another leftover annoyance of those evil snakes. " hasn't stopped you from trying before. " loudly. every time the games was mentioned. they were all children during the darkest moments of the war, him too. she'll never understand his perspective on the games. it's the only option they were left with . . . right ?
@devilsnare said: i won't tell you how to feel. — from sejanus plinth for clemensia dovecote.
" i'm surprised you were let in. nobody's been allowed to see me. " and why would they? look at her. scales, puce hue to her eyes. far less regulated temper. the embodiment of a snake, and she can do little to control it. her parents were told it's some rare, strange infection and she's not said anything else. if doctor gaul can do this to her for lying about a paper - what can she do if clem opens her mouth and tells her parents the ugliest of truths? that her teacher did this to her? what stings the most ... corio hasn't come to see her & he was there. none of their classmates have tried to speak to her. thirteen years of sharing classrooms, spending time together, and not a peep from anyone except sejanus plinth.
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“My father’s not here. So, you should probably leave, Butcher, before you get him put behind bars again,” Shiloh advises, stepping into the small garage. She runs a rag over her hands, rubbing oil into the fabric and off of her skin. She’s suddenly grateful she’s the one here instead of her dad. His anti-supe ideologies have gotten him into enough trouble and taken enough money out of Shi’s pockets to get him out of it.
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@devilsnare sent : " I know that you don't feel the same way about me, Lindsay. I'm not some lovesick puppy following you around ... I just think ... you're a really cool girl. You deserve someone who sees that." — from neal
things had been so much simpler when lindsay thought she was happy with her life and liked her friends. sure, sometimes she felt so much lighter now that she picked who she spent her time with and didn't just spend time with the same friends she'd always had. she hated feeling this way because of a boy. admitting that she'd allowed herself to get her feelings hurt was one thing, but having someone else see that was embarrassing. it was neal though, and while he was someone else, he'd been around for a long time. he was in her room, a room he'd seen change from being pink and frilly to trying to make it more adult. "that's really sweet," lindsay smiled softly. she held one of her old stuffed bears to her chest as she sat on her bed, trying not to let the drama from earlier in the day over take her. clearly, she wasn't doing a great job at that. "thank you, neal. you're really insightful. i wish more people were as mature as you."
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@devilsnare sent " do we trust each other? " // from arya
they were sisters, before so much had happened sansa might have answered that question with a bit of questioning. she might have assumed that arya was going to pull a prank, and if that was the case then the answer would have been no, she wasn't entirely sure that she trusted her younger sister. now, they had both had been through so much. they had learned that there were so few that they could trust who didn't bare the name stark.
the question hung in the air for only a moment until sansa answered in the affirmative. "there are very few people i trust more than you, arya," sansa told her. she let out a breath, a cloud of white emerging from between her lips in the cold air. "what is it?" she asked, concern as to what caused her to phrase the question that way.
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send 📷 for an instagram edit featuring your muse — from Jordan.
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𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 like it should be a laughable offence. he dares says that he might suffer more than her ? it’s what rhaenyra is getting out of the conversation, but perhaps some of this conclusion is motivated by the rage simmering in her chest. it festers like the illness that took her father, to burns her skin like the fire burning white hot in her veins. rhaenyra wasn’t an idiot, of course she was aware that everyone suffers. yet, her pain felt ever present & seems to continue on. first it was her daughter, murderer by the distressing news of her father & stolen throne. then, that savage brother aemond took her son—what excuse would aegon have for him ? what justifications ?
@devilsnare said, “ EVERYONE SUFFERS. YOU'RE NOT THE ONLY ONE. "
knuckles nearly turn white from where she grasps onto her other hand at her front. jaw clenches & relaxes, nostrils flared. ❛ am i meant to feel sorry for you ? ❜ presses the elder sibling, ❛ what . . horrible injustice, pain, suffering, have you endured while sitting on a stolen throne ? ❜ one she will take back with fire & blood, their house words truer now than ever. ❛ did you know that the news of your treachery killed my daughter, brother ? ❜ a brow arches, ❛ or the pain, like a knife in the heart, i felt when i was told of what our brother did to my sweet boy ? ❜ her rage is flamed aknew. hotter than before. ❛ i intend to fight this war, aegon, & win it. ❜
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closed starter for @devilsnare's Aemond.
"I've tried everything, you know. I've braided my hair differently. Worn it up, worn it down. Pinned gardenias I picked from the gardens in it. I've tried wearing my corset tighter. I've eaten less. I've tried dresses of every color. Blue. Gold. Red. I think I could walk the keep naked and he wouldn't notice. The only time his eyes don't look past me is when I'm cleaning the sick off the side of his face in the mornings." She shakes her head as if to dispel a memory and smooths pale fingers over her skirts. Aegon seemed to resent her compassion most of all. She could not reach him with gentleness, or with the strength of her heart.
"I don't pretend to know what lies in the hearts of men, Aemond. But I know in Aegon's heart, it isn't me. I am as ungainly to him as I've ever been. I am not those ladies in the songs. I am," her voice catches, and there's a tremble in her chin, "some sort of aberration I think."
She reaches for the only man who has ever seen her, her hand finding his arm as she turns to face him. "I've done everything he's ever asked of me," her voice is a whisper. These things have not come without a cost to her, as Aemond well knows. "Am I so hideously deformed? Why won't he love me?"
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