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The celebration is going well, she really must say.
It is the night of her coronation, the first hours of her time as queen, and the first celebration the North has had since the destruction of King’s Landing. There’s been little to celebrate, what with Arya’s departure, and though Bran writes, it isn’t the same as having him there. And then… She swallows, forcing away the thoughts of Jon, lost to her on the orders of someone who didn’t have the right to even make them. In the several months since his punishment began, Sansa has heard nothing from him, though knowing Jon, he likely thinks himself to be deserving of the punishment. Sometimes she even wonders if it’s more self imposed than forced upon him by anyone else.
She sighs, one hand pressing against her cheek, the other holding tight to a wine goblet she’s not touched. It’s her own coronation but she really doesn’t feel much like celebrating, though from a quick glance across the great hall, it would certainly seem like her guests are enjoying themselves. There were even visitors from as far as Dorne, though she imagines the Prince simply has come to decide if both a marriage and an alliance are worth his time. She entertained him well enough and she supposed he was handsome, but… No, thinking of a wedding alliance on the night of her coronation was simply too soon.
“May I have this dance, your grace?”
The voice surprises her and she nearly leaps from her skin, the jolt sending a wave of red wine over the edge of the goblet she holds. Looking up, she’s shocked at the face staring back at her, one she’s certainly not anticipated seeing on this night. “I… Yes…” She fumbles, rising up and just like that, Shae is there to take her wine, a secret smile curving on her lips. “Yes, you may,” she finds her voice and the man sweeps her a dashing bow before he offers her his arm, which she accepts without hesitation, allowing him to sweep her off the dias and out into the center of the hall.
Jon has rehearsed this moment in his mind for many weeks.
Truth was, he wasn’t even certain that Sansa would want to see him, considering all that’s happened. But, from the way she’s looking at him, he has to wonder if she’s even remembered that it’s been nearly seven months since their last meeting. He’s not forgotten- not the way she’d held him that day, or the warmth of her skin as she sank against him. He’s not forgotten a thing, for she was always there in the back of his mind, in everything he was, in everything that he did, she was always there.
There at the center of the room, they take their places- his hand slips into place against the small of her back and he swallows, for in such close proximity, he can smell her rose-scented hair, the very same as always. Many pairs of eyes are watching their queen and him fall into step, every Northern born man and woman well aware of just who he is. It’s only the Dornish prince that leans over to the nearest lord, Lord Royce, to quietly ask who he is. “Why, that’s Jim Frost,” the lord chuckles, watching intently as his queen grows a smile she’s not had in many months.
“I’ve wondered when you might appear again,” she says as they fall into perfect rhythm, as if they’ve never once been apart. “I thought it would take less time, admittedly,” she says with a good natured smile that brings a chuckle from his lips. He swings her out and back in, the rush of the moment making his heart skip a beat. “But I’m glad you’re here.”
“I wouldn’t miss it,” he replies back and she sinks in closer, head to his shoulder, remaining there until the music swells and fades, another song beginning just after it. “Walk with me…” He murmurs softly and she nods, of course she does, once again placing her hand to his elbow, allowing him to sweep her from the hall and out into the nearly empty corridor. But still, they do not stop, rather he takes her out the double doors and into the chilly evening air. Winter was quickly fading, but it was not yet gone, and so when they fell into place on the old, familiar tree trunk in the godswood, he swung his furs from his own shoulders to hers. “I thought you might not want to see me,” he admits after a few beats of silence. “I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t.”
A soft sigh escapes her and she reaches for his hand, taking it without a single word. “I’ve missed you,” is all she says, all that she can think of in a moment such as this one. Gone was the anger she once might have felt, faded from her heart now that he stands there before her. All she feels now is peace. He was home, he was right where he was always meant to be.
Something like relief softens his features and he leans in, forehead to forehead, one hand sliding gently into the soft length of her hair. “I’ve missed you, too,” he whispers back, a single tear escaping his eyes, though she’s already catching it with the softest of kisses. One so soft he’s not certain if he’s only just imagined it. When she pulls back, it’s those blue eyes he’s staring into, the eyes he’s missed the most- eyes he might drown within, if only she would allow it. “Let me serve you, my queen,” he would get down on bended knee if she required it, he would happily even clean the horse stalls, if only to be back at Winterfell.
She laughs, a soft and lyrical sound he’s only heard in his dreams. “You don’t even have to ask,” she says, their hands a tangled web, neither one ready to let the other one go. “I have the perfect task for you, after all. A spot I’ve yet to fill.” Jon arches a brow, surprised, head tilting as he wonders what she could mean. “The spot beside me.” She speaks softly, but intently. “I have waited long enough, don’t you think?”
Jon smiles, his only response was to lean in and kiss her; she’s waited long enough, after all.
#im off work for a week so#i got the time now lol#jonsa#actuallyjonsa#jon x sansa#my writing'#i wrote this
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Tag People You'd Like to Know Better
Hey thanks for this @klarionthewizard!!
Three Ships---
Sola Naberrie/Firmus Piett [Star Wars] Barbara Hornblower/Horatio Hornblower [Hornblower fandom], Lord Peter Wimsey/Harriet Vane [Dorothy Sayers mysteries]
First Ship---Hmmm. Hard to say. First one I really noticed and loved? Toss up between Anne Shirley/Gilbert Blythe and Eowyn/Faramir.
Last Song---Dancing Queen by ABBA on the radio. Because I always have the station on the Eighties. ;D
Last Movie---I also am largely tv shows at the moment, so...kind of watched 'Wild Hearts Can't Be Broken' but it was in the background while I was chatting with someone so...
Still. I'm a horsegirl at heart and that movie slaps.
Currently Reading---This is embarrassing. I'm writing more than reading really, so most of what I read? [mumbles] My own work. Hollersandholmes and I have made a pact to read Farenheit 451 together this summer though. :D
Currently Watching----thanks to a tumblr mutual I'm on my first viewing of Stargate: Atlantis. And yep, it does not disappoint in the found family, bromance, hurt/comfort, angst times. Loving it.
Last thing I wrote----I assume completed work. I just finished 'Burn Away the Dross and Find the Silver' though I need to publish that chapter. :D
Currently Writing---various short stories for Multifaceted. Currently it's 'I Felt You In My Bones'. Also working on finishing 'A Shield Not a Sword' where Piett and Veers work independently of both the Empire and the Rebellion. A good way into something with the working title of 'Piett and Sola adopt the twins' ;D. And finally making my way into the next installment of Empire Reimagined with 'Stiffen Up the Sinews, Summon up the Blood' which deals with a Vietnam like situation in space and Veers being captured while Piett has to deal with politicians. [don't worry, he'll get in on the action too]
No pressure tagging @tolkienreader1996nreader1996 @banachtarskiparadox @blondoverthinker @edie-deedie @lady-merian @oh-great-authoress
#tag game#get to know you#tumblr things#mutuals#what we're up to#my writing'#star wars#piett and veers#are always my favorites
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"This fic was ai generated—" Cool, so lemme block you real quick
#the ethics are whack but more importantly you didn't even want to write it?? who is it even for?? not you? not me?#you didn't even have enough interest in the premise to take a crack at it?? then who cares?#please don't populate in my search results I'm looking for things that people wrote because they liked something#ao3
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Some spins on the "mostly male team with a token woman" trope:
The woman is trans and stayed in her old circle of bros even after transition
The woman is the only one in her circle of "girls" who didn't turn out to be a trans man
#of course even in that case i'd still make plenty of other characters female OUTSIDE the main team#there's a they wolf in my closet#gender#transgender#trans#lgbtq+#queer#story ideas#writing prompts
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the problem with reading and writing leading to a strong vocabulary is that you tend to know the vibe of words instead of their meanings.
if I used this word in a sentence, would it make sense? absolutely. if you asked me what it meant, could I tell you? absolutely not.
#someone send this to my english teacher because vocab tests are hard#writing memes#reading#writers#writers of tumblr#writers of instagram#writing#writer#reader#writer memes#readers of tumblr
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the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again
#yeehaw#1k#5k#10k#posts that got cursed. blasted. im making these tag updates after... 19 hours?#also i have been told it should say speech loss bc nonverbal specifically refers to the permanent state. did not know that!#unfortunately i fear it is so far past containment that even if i edited it now it would do very little. but noted for future reference#edit 2: nvm enough ppl have come to rb it from me directly that i changed the wording a bit. hopefully this makes sense#also. in case anyone is curious. though i doubt anyone who is commenting these things will check the original tags#1) my friend did not do this on purpose in any way. it was not intended to distract me or to hit on me. im a lesbian hes a gay man. cmon now#he felt very bad about it afterwards. i thought it was hilarious but it was very embarrassed and apologetic#2) “why didn't he use 🫵🏼?” didn't exist yet. “why didn't he use 🆗?” dunno! we'd been using a lot of hand emojis. 👌🏼 is an ok sign#like it makes sense. it was just a silly mixup. also No i did not invent 👉🏼👌🏼 as a gesture meaning sex. do you live under a rock#3) nonspeaking episodes are a recurring thing in my life and have been since i was born. this is not a quirky one-time thing#it is a pervasive issue that is very frustrating to both myself and the people i am trying to communicate with. in which trying to speak is#extremely distressing and causes very genuine anguish. this post is not me making light of it it's just a funny thing that happened once#it's no different than if i post about a funny thing that happened in conjunction w a physical disability. it's just me talking abt my life#i don't mind character tags tho. those can be entertaining. i don't know what any of you are talking about#Except the ppl who have said this is pego/ryu or wang/xian. those people i understand and respect#if you use it as a writing prompt that's fine but send it to me. i want to see it#aaaand i think that's it. everyday im tempted to turn off rbs on it. it hasn't even been a week
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it's always so fascinating and heartbreaking when a character in a story is simultaneously idolized and abused. a chosen prophet destined for martyrdom. a child prodigy forced to grow up too fast. a powerful warrior raised as nothing but a weapon. there's just something so uniquely messed up about singing someone's praises whilst destroying them.
#writing#writing prompt#tropes#reading#books#book tropes#angst prompt#angst#booklr#writeblr#writers on tumblr#percy jackson#the poppy war#mythology#chosen one#atla#avatar#avatar the last airbender#bungou stray dogs#yosano akiko#anime#my hero academia#todoroki shoto#neon genesis evangelion#the hunger games#10k#20k#30k#50k#100k
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a comic about fix-it fanfics
#original comic#fanfic#fix it fic#fandom#dr who#bbc sherlock#avengers#my comic#my art#been thinking about the truly dumb amount of time I've spent reading fanfic#i started writing fix-it fic like a couple months ago and I Get It#teenage pim was a dumbass
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The best piece of advice I ever got was not meant as advice, but as an edict. If I was going to threaten people as a joke, it had to be so far out of proportion with what happened that it would be obvious I was joking. This changed how I expressed frustration with others. It then changed how I expressed frustration with myself.
Not “I’m going to hit you” but “I am going to buy a tuna sub from the gas station and hide it under the seat of your car”
Not “I’m going to kill myself” but “I am going to walk into the desert and let the scarabs take me”
The other side then happened. When I mess something up, instead of saying it’s bad and perpetuating negative thoughts, swing hard the other way.
Not “this art is terrible” but “this shall be framed and mounted on the wall in my museum exhibition as testament to the suffering I had to overcome”
Have been doing this since high school. It was my drama teacher who asked me to please stop scaring the actors. The other half of the edict was that I had to say it in a polite tone, and end it with either please or thank you.
Life changing. 10/10 Mr Muëller. Highly reccomend.
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#writers#writing#ao3#writer#writers woes#fanfiction#writers meme#fanfic#writer memes#daydreaming#daydreaming in front of my open laptop
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#I'm serious stop doing it#theyre scraping fanfics and other authors writing#'oh but i wanna rp with my favs' then learn to write#studios wanna use ai to put writers AND artists out of business stop feeding the fucking machine!!!!
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everybody’s always on writing prompts like “what if there was a world where everyone had a timer ticking down to their death… but you met someone whose timer said infinity!” or “what if everyone had their cause of death tattooed across their forehead… but you met someone whose forehead said THE CREATURE!” Enough -
enough. stop with the shock value. there is no need to insert THE CREATURE; the benign concept of such a world is horrifying enough. not even in urgency, but just in banal, everyday interaction. imagine you meet someone and their timer says two years. not tomorrow, not urgently soon, but two years. enough to do quite a lot. they could fall in love in that time - could they get engaged? have a baby? you might otherwise get to know them, befriend them, but perhaps you opt not to, make a conscious choice not to invest in your own grief. what balancing act would every individual person have to participate in - I have ten years, is that long enough to be a good mother to children? is that long enough to secure a caretaker for my own mother? my wife will die a few months before me. my newborn’s timer reads nineteen years.
and cause of death. you interview for a job and emblazoned across the healthy, smiling face of the HR lady is MALNUTRITION. your country is prospering, safe, but every person you meet on the street from the babies to the old women read BOMB. BOMB. what kind of havoc would fate wreak on the world? what about the loss of privacy? how would that shape our notions of hope? idk man I think a lot of those ancient poems were right, and the fates are monsters. I’m interested by the framing of these ideas as trite horror tales when the premises themselves are so much more disturbing if simply taken to their logical ends
#debated making the cause of death in the happy country also MALNUTRITION. MALNUTRITION. might have been a better specific image but these#better illustrate my point#the frog speaks#writing
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Some writers: *meticulously plan out every plot point and the tone and meanings before they start writing*
Me:
#My plot is a skeleton and I throw words at it to see what sticks#writers on tumblr#writeblr#writing memes#wallace and gromit
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i want to coin a phrase that's the opposite of writer's block. call it the muse's fire hydrant. thirty thousand story ideas are being beamed directly into your brain and if you don't write them all at once you will die.
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Honestly? My main piece of advice for writing well-rounded characters is to make them a little bit lame. No real living person is 100% cool and suave 100% of the time. Everyone's a little awkward sometimes, or gets too excited about something goofy, or has a silly fear, or laughs about stupid things. Being a bit of a loser is an incurable part of the human condition. Utilize that in your writing.
#this is my beef with a lot of 'badass' characters and male romantic leads tbh#writeblr#writing#character writing#writing advice#characters#i'm just sayin'
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2 genres of fanfiction:
1) put that guy into situations
2) take that guy OUT of situations for the love of GOD let them REST
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