last hearth

He holds her tightly to him at night, beard tickling her cheek and lips against her hair as he whispers how strong their sons will be; how beautiful their daughters. He kisses the shell of her ear and the corner of her mouth and even presses butterfly-light kisses to all of her toes and only laughs when she kicks him.

He calls for bards and dancers and musicians and all sorts of people and never once thinks her love of beauty silly, he just sits in a corner by the hearth and beams whenever their eyes meet. He buys her dresses and has the cook make lemoncakes whenever she looks sad or even ‘just because’.

Last Hearth may not be a southern castle and its people are as rough and refined as they can be, but they are hers and she loves them as much as they love her. And Jon would never be her golden prince but the way he sweeps her of her feet and carries her over his shoulder could never compare to any song or story.

(and when Joffrey takes her father’s head and Robb calls his banners she finds gold has quite lost its shine)

Sansa Stark x Jon Umber

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ola, esse tumblr é novo então sigam se gostarem e façam pedidos na ask por favor, meu nome é hellen mas podem me chamar de hells

eu fiz essas headers de algumas séries não ‘’muito’’ conhecidas, espero que gostem

just like

girl-of-ink  asked:

bro i love ur hearth so much... he's so lovely. ever thought about drawing him & blitz?

smooch

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asoiaf meme (minor characters): 5/7 houses ~ house blackwood

Amongst the houses reduced from royals to vassals we can count the Flints of Breakstone Hill, the Slates of Blackpool, the Umbers of Last Hearth, the Lockes of Oldcastle, the Glovers of Deepwood Motte, the Fishers of the Stony Shore, the Ryders of the Rills…and mayhaps even the Blackwoods of Raventree, whose own family traditions insist they once ruled most of the wolfswood before being driven from their lands by the Kings of Winter (certain runic records support this claim, if Maester Barneby’s translations can be trusted). // nur fettahoğlu as betha blackwood, selma ergeç as melissa blackwood 

This is why I love the Umbers so much: the Greatjon is introduced in Game as this larger-than-life none-more-Northern badass, roaring with laughter after his fingers get torn off…and then we meet his uncles in Clash, and they make him look positively moderate. Like, I imagine Lord Jon trying to rule sensibly at Last Hearth, doing his best to ignore Mors and Hother hovering in the background, muttering “sellout” and “these kids, bro, they don’t got the spine we had in our day” and “great? Great? That’s all you got, nephew? We got our nicknames from playing bitey-backsies with a bird and arrangin’ intestines on a tree, and you settle for a one-syllable common-as-dirt adjective? Pfft. And you call yourself an Umber.”

So when Grey Wind ate the Greatjon’s fingers, there’s no way he wasn’t thinking to himself “Hmm, ‘Wolfsfood?’ Nah, that’s just an imitation, that won’t impress them…”

(Cinderella AU) || Open RP

Carter sighed as she scrubbed the floors, her back aching. She had had to sleep on the floor in front of the hearth last night, because her room in the attic was too cold. As she cleaned the floors, she noticed how dirty her hands were. She was covered in soot, and had resolved to wash up after the floor was clean when her stepmother came in the kitchen, standing right in front of her scrub brush.

“Yes madame?” She says, looking up, pushing her hair out of her face with a soapy hand.

Her stepmother sneered at her, disgusted by her dirty state, and not caring at all that she was the reason Carter was like this.

“Lucinda and Ginerva need breakfast in bed. Ginerva has an awful weak ankle and Lucinda won’t leave her sister, bless her heart.” The stepmother sighed fondly, then all fondness disappeared as she snapped at her stepdaughter.

“Get to work.” she barked, then left, her long dress trailing behind her.

Carter sighed, wiped her forehead.

Washing up would have to wait.

She finished the floor, then grabbed her basket and wiped her hands on her apron, setting out to the market to get more fruit and eggs.

Her stepsisters were picky. Very picky. And Carter didn’t want to have to make a delicious breakfast just to have it thrown on the floor. Again.

Luckily, it was a beautiful day, so Carter found herself enjoying her walk, humming to herself with a small smile.

Gilgamesh’s Song. A Fate Edition of “ Oggie Boogies song”

Well, well, well, what have we here?
Emiya, huh?
Oh, I’m really scared
So you’re the one everybody’s talkin’ about,
ha, ha, ha, ha

Gilgamesh:
You’re jokin’, you’re jokin’
I can’t believe my eyes
You’re jokin’ me, you gotta be
This can’t be the right guy
He’s young and he’s ugly
I don’t know which is worse
I might just split a sword now
lf I don’t die laughing first
When King Gilgamesh says
There’s mongrels close at hand
You’d better pay attention now
‘Cause I’m the Archer Man
And if you aren’t shakin’
Then there’s something very wrong
'Cause this may be the last time now you hear
the Gil-Gil song, ohhh

Three Hassan:
Ohhh

Gilgamesh:                                                                                                           Ohhh

Shinji:

Ohhh

Gilgamesh:

Ohhh

Gilgamesh and Hassan

Ohhh, he’s the OP servant Man

Gilgamesh:

well if I’m feelin’ bored now
And there’s nothin’ much to do
I might just kill a special batch
Of a mongrel and cur few
And don’t ya know the one thing
That would make it work so nice?
A faker Shirou Emiya to make it oh-so nice


Hassan:
Ohhh

Gilgamesh:
Oh,yeah

Orphans:
Ohhh

Gilgamesh:

Ohhh

Kotomine:

Ohhh

Gilgamesh and others

Oh, yeah, I’m (he’s) the OP Archer Man


Shirou:

Release me now
Or you must face the dire consequences
Saber is expecting me
So please, come to your senses


Gilgamesh:
You’re jokin’, you’re jokin’
I can’t believe my ears
Would EA shut this fella up
I’m drownin’ in my tears
It’s funny, I’m laughing
You really are too much
And now, with your permission
I’m going to make my plan

Shirou:
What are you going to do?

Gilgamesh:
I’m gonna do the best I can



Oh, the sound of Gate of Babylon
To me is music in the air
'Cause I’m a overpowered servant man
Because I don’t play fair

It’s much more fun, I must confess
When lives are on the line
Not mine, of course, but yours, young boy
Now that’d be just fine


Shirou:
Release me fast or you will have to
Answer for this heinous act


Gilgamesh:
Oh, Faker, you’re something
You put us in a spin
You aren’t comprehending
The position that you’re in
It’s hopeless, you’re finished
Kirei hasen’t got a prayer
'Cause I’m King Gilgamesh
And you ain’t going nowhere