and the dark curls

anonymous asked:

Although my shipper heart is really looking forward to Jon/Dany love scene, I think it will most likely be a comfort sex scenario. If Dany loses Viserion during the wight hunt, she'll probably show a vulnerable side...hence Jon being empathetic & giving her comfort...leading to the boat sex. I actually don't care which one instigates the sex, I just hope Jon's wearing that man-bun so Dany can undo it & his dark curls go spilling out. BOWCHICABOWOW :)

Grrrr anon,

I just posted that I’m not sold on the whole montage thing for boatsex. However, if done right I’m sure it’ll be lovely.

Because we don’t have that much information we’re just speculating wildly now. So, in that vain this is how I can potentially see it going down (pun totally intended).

I think you are right partly that it’ll start because Jon is comforting Dany after the list of Viserion. It might even be sweet at first. Almost gentle, if you will. However, if there is a growing attraction between the two as we are led to believe, the pent up passion they have been holding in for one another will erupt and spill over onto their lovemaking. So, we might get some steaminess.

Just a thought. BOWCHICAWOWOW indeed.

The Legendary Warrior

I wanted to try my hand at GoT Imagines but I didn’t know what the fuck to write, lmao. This is shit, I know, but I’ll do another one later! 

Imagine: Being one of the fiercest warriors in the kingdoms and everyone vying to get your alliance. Rob’s men managed to find you and now you stand in front of the Young Wolf.

Originally posted by historyvikings

You had no interest in wars. Here, you stood in front of the King of the North. The Young Wolf as they call him also. You do not deny his rugged more Tully than Stark looks. His dark brown curls fall in his sharp face. His kindly eyes are gleaming at you with a look that irritates you. It is a look as if he has won the damn war. A war you care shit for.

You only came to humor him. You and your loyal men were making way from the South to the North…to the Wall where the real war would happen—the only war you cared about fighting in. You cared not for the petty squabbles over a damned iron throne.

The Young Wolf looked extremely pleased to see you. In his Royal tent stood before you other Lords you didn’t care for and the Young Wolf’s mother—Catelyn Stark was beside her Kingly son looking as hopeful as the Young wolf. It did bring you pain to know that you would crush their hopes with your next words. You will not deny that they have lost a great deal and have been put in a terrible situation but their problems were shit compared to what would come this winter.

“Well?” Robb persisted getting a bit annoyed at your prolonged silence.

You stared at this man with interest, “I care not for your war,” Your words were sharper then any sword in the tent and colder then any winter that has passed. Immediately there are men on their feet yelling at you for your disrespect but you fear them not. Robb is stunned by your words and utterly confused. You cared not for this war? You cared not for the people of this land?

“I give you my sincere condolences’, truly, but I am not here to fight your war or anyone’s war. There is a reason why I have no interest in an alliance with anyone. Stannis made the mistake of thinking he could force me into one and almost paid with his life. Renly was smart enough to respect my choice,” You say indifferently taking note of the hands resting on hilts of swords but you are not afraid, “There is a war that I will fight in and that is the war of the dead that comes when the first white winds blow, Young Wolf.”

Catelyn is bristling in anger and she is the one to speak, “How dare you speak such disgraceful words?” She spits and it is then that you understand why people are fearful of Catelyn Stark. Her eyes were hard enough to cut through Valyrian Steel.

“Your grace,” You respectfully say to the grieving widow, “I speak only the truth. While you all fret over a war that has been repeated before, there is a war that would make this one seem like child’s play. All your work will be for naught if the white walkers succeed in coming over that Wall.” You hold any remorse for your words and you show it well.

“You are not sane!” It is Robb who speaks angrily as he stands, his men get even more aggressive with their postures and words, “We fight for our freedom. We fight to bring home my sisters! We fight to get rid of those damn Southerners!” He is taller then you expected despite being younger then you and he is in your face seething in rage.

You remain cool and unaffected, “Like I previously stated, Young wolf, all this fighting for freedom is for naught if the white walkers succeed in their advance.” You looked at this young man clearly, “I am not some sword for hire. My answer is no.”

Robb growls making a movement to grab you but you remain calmly in your place and say with boredom, “By all means, make the same damn mistake that Stannis did. I went easy on that bastard but I won’t be so forgiving on you. Let me remind you that the title I have, I have earned for a reason. Although, I’m not sure you have earned your title, Little King.”

The murder on the Young Wolf’s face is clear. His direwolf—Grey Wind, was it? His wolf is snarling and snapping his teeth demanding to taste your flesh. The direwolf is no worry to you. As strong as the creatures were, an easy swipe at his neck and the mutt would bleed out in seconds.

“It was an honor,” You remark unaffected by the hostility in the tent, “But I have somewhere else to be. I give you my best in this war, Little King. If you somehow survive this war, you might live long enough to see how wrong you were and how right I was and then you will die from the foolishness this kingdom has made.”

You weren’t eager to travel through the night but thanks to these fools, you would have to, to make up time lost from entertaining the Stark army. You mockingly curtsy and leave the tent. “Leave her!” Robb growls knowing that you alone could take out every Lord in the tent without breaking a sweat.

You smirk as you walk outside in the fading sunlight. Your men lazily lounging about looking bored out of their minds. They immediately stand once they see you. The horses were at the edge of this camp. “Y/N?” Your best friend and right hand man asks with a knowing smirk.

You waste no time, “We have much land to cover and little time, let us make haste.” Your men follow your lead but the call of your name stops you.

It was the Young Wolf.

You turn to gaze at him curiously, “What is it you want, Little King?”

He looks visibly upset, “Have you no care for the family we have lost?”

Your answer is immediate, “Of course I do, Little King. I am not heartless woman. I have tasted loss—in fact I have no family but the men at my side. I have lost my entire family and I have been raped by many men but I am here fighting in a war that does matter. You are not the only man to have lost something due to another. Revenge will come to those who have wronged you but this war was never the answer.” You say with a quiet darkness that has Robb Stark looking at you in a new light.

“The White Walkers have been gone for thousands of years.” He states flatly.

“Aye, plenty of time to re-populate and plan out an invasion, don’t you think?” You countered before turning your back and resuming your true journey. “I’ll tell your bastard brother you said hello.” You add over your shoulder with a snicker.

“All we need is for the Lannisters to capture us.” Snickered one of your men.

“Please, don’t jinx it.” You sigh. You had your full on Kings.

Originally posted by historyvikings

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Defects (M)

Muses: jungkook x reader
Genre: Angsty angst angst
Warning: mentions of cheating, sex (it’s all over the place) and plain old defect in the soulmate system.
Words: 4.1k
Note: Wrote all this Jungkook’s cover, Beautiful, a Goblin OST is on replay.

Concept: Every time you meet your soulmate, your pocket watch will start counting down the time you have with them until you part. For the amount of time you’re away from each other, whether it’s a month, a day, or just hours, the time is at a pause as your watch stares back at you with unmoving hands on the 12th hour. When you meet again, the countdown restarts.

Summary: Your watch comes alive in Jungkook’s presence, but often time, never as long as you will it to be no matter how hard you pray to the fates. The moments with him are fleeting and brief like the akin-to magical seconds you spend watching the cityscape buzz to life on nights you can’t sleep - nights Jungkook isn’t there to kiss your worries away and disappear like the wind blowing through cities at the break of dawn. When your the hands on your watch stills with glaring zeroes, you know where he’s at, you know who he’s with - he goes back to her, the woman who his time starts and ends with.

Originally posted by nnochu

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