Can I just say I’m not happy with ANYONE killing Petyr Baelish? Sansa doing the deed does not make it better. Whoever does it, whoever commands it, I will loath with a hot passion, and I will mentally urge them to be destroyed at the earliest possible opportunity.

Also, I don’t want Petyr to die before Varys because that would just be annoying.

Also, if or when (still clinging to the ‘if’) Petyr dies, the dragons will be the only characters I’ll be rooting for.

Also, getting severe finger ache here from blocking all the wassocks invading my Petyr tag with pro Jon anti Petyr shite.

Also… just don’t kill him alright? Or there’ll be this big gaping manipulative sexy funny creepy weirdo shaped hole for season 8. GoT will be ruined okay? ;)

anonymous asked:

Im screaming my friend showed me a modern au fic in which sansa was a proper adult and petyr and her were together (gross bye) bUT HE CALLED HER DADDY. SHE DRESSED UP IN A SUIT AND MADE HIM SIT ON HER LAP AND SHIT. IT WAS SUCH A SUBVERSITION OF THE TROPE. (I'm sorry you have to now think of this but kshdjwjdw calling you daddy made me think of it)

((OOC:.. Someone RP this with me.))


I forgot to show you all the photographs I took at the Game of Thrones Gallery in Bethnal Green, London!  #GOTgallery

I was chosen by Isaac Hempstead-Wright (aka Bran) as one of the winners and I had my Lord Baelish portrait displayed there!

My boyfriend and I took a day trip down there, sipping celebratory whiskey on the way there and back :D  It was a wonderful albeit surreal experience and it’s made me proud to be an artist :)

I received the artwork back this week along with Season 6 on DVD and the portrait is currently for sale. Please message me if you are interested in buying him!

House Baelish lords of the Fingers, sworn to Arryn

House Baelish of the Vale is a young nobel house, their seat is an unnamed and an old flint tower which commands no more than a few stony acres on the smallest of the Fingers. House Baelish’s smallfolk consists of a village of a dozen families in huts of piled stone beside a peat bog. The current lord, Petyr Baelish, is only the second generation of the landed family. His grandfather had been a landless hedge knight and his father the smallest of lords. The house began with Petyr’s great-grandfather, who was born in Braavos and came to the Vale as a sellsword employed by House Corbray. His son took the head of the Titan as his sigil when he was knighted. His arms were a grey stone head with fiery eyes on a light green field. However Petyr wears a mockingbird as his personal crest instead of House Baelish’s sigil, he claims the head of titan is too fierce for him. Petyr Baelish was given a minor sinecure in customs by Lord Jon Arryn as a favor to his new wife Lysa, who was childhood friend’s with Petyr. Quickly Petyr distinguished himself in the roll, bringing in three times as much as any other collector. Petyr’s rise to King’s Landing was a swift one, and within three years after his arrival at court, he sat on the small council of King Robert I Baratheon.

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You found yourself in a type of tavern with delicious smelling food floating around the area. You felt around in your coin purse to see if you had enough for a drink and something to fill your stomach when all of a sudden a coin was slammed onto the table. Jumping slightly you looked up into the face of a middle-aged man.

“My apologies my lady, I did not mean to frighten you.” He spoke softly to you, but you could not help but notice the sly smirk that played along his lips as he spoke. Unsure of what to say, you nodded lightly.

“It’s quite alright, Sir.” You spoke softly.

“Would it be okay if I joined you?” He asked, motioning for the seat opposite of you. You shook your head as he sat down.

“Who might you be?” You asked him.

“Petyr Baelish, My lady. I’m a very old friend of your mother’s.” He responded.

“My mothers?” You asked, confused as to how he knew your mother.

“Yes, we grew up together. It’s been a very long time since I’ve seen you, My lady. Forgive me if I stare.” He told you.

“We’ve met before?” You asked, again confused.

“Yes, once when you were but just a baby. You have grown into such a beautiful young lady.” He told you, the corner of his mouth twitching upward.

“Thank you, my lord.”

“Please, call me Petyr.” He said. You nodded slightly and smiled charmingly at him.


I’m Yours, You’re Mine - Petyr Baelish x Reader

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Character- Petyr Baelish {also includes Cersei Lannister} 

Word Counter- 702 Words 

You walked towards Petyr’s room, hardly anyone called him Petyr, it was always Little Finger or Lord Baelish. 

As you arrived at his room you heard talking. You walked closer and closer, hearing him talking to someone. 

Queen Cersei. 

You knocked the door gently and waited for a response. 

“Come in,” You hear his voice and you walk inside. 

“Your grace,” You bow to the Queen and she smiles fakely at you before rising from her seat. 

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