thorn song

Little Character Things

Just a fun little character game. Fill in the below categories with 3-5 things that your character can be identified by. Repost & tag away !

Tagged by: @jlaweez
Tagging: @edgiestshadow @oukaori @khunbish-avagnar @the-trashcat @sydrian14 @zensuke-shirogane @alrik-dotharl @skar-ffxiv


🎶  EMOTIONS / FEELINGS:

Impatient

Determined

Impulsive

Calm

🎶 GREETINGS:

Polite

Welcoming

Intimidating

🎶 COLORS:

Blue

Dalamud Red

Grey

Orange

🎶 SCENTS:

Blood

Rain

Sweet

🎶 CLOTHING:

Tribal attire

Skirts

Small dress

Shirt

🎶 OBJECTS:

Notebook

Rapier

Astroglobe

Veil

Collar

🎶 VICES & BAD HABITS:

Wine

Engaging into battle

Fearless

🎶 BODY LANGUAGE:

Walks with chin up

Smirk always on her lips

Hands on her waist/hips and tilting head while thinking

Eyes fixed on the person she’s talking

🎶 AESTHETIC:

Battlemaiden

Campfire

Sunrise

Thorn flower

Seductive

🎶 SONGS:

Christina Aguilera - Fighter

My Chemical Romance - Famous Last Words

Nightwish - Nymphomaniac Fantasia

Britney Spears - Toxic

a Pond Palace, a Nixie, a Sleeve of Thorns

A Pond-Palace, a Nixie, a Sleeve of Thorns, a Pine song, a

Single day in July, a child’s grin, a child of ten-years’

Ideal of Forever. We

Steal the pocket knife off your brother’s Armoire,

press bleeding fingertips and

intermix into one

Chimeric Fist. 

A Blood Brother, a

Pinky-Promise.

  • me: FUCK THIS STUPID FUCKING BOOK FUCK THESE CHARACTERS MAKING ME FEEL THESE FUCKING EMOTIONS WITH THEIR NONEXISTENT ASSES THEY KEEP DYING OR GETTING KIDNAPPED OR BREAKING DOWN AND THEN THE FUCKING BOOK ENDS ON A FUCKING CLIFFHANGER AND I HAVE TO WAIT A FUCKING YEAR TO GET WRAPPED UP IN THIS SHIT AGAIN MOTHERFUCK
  • also me: *pre orders next book*
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It’s up! Here’s the lyric video I’ve been working on inspired by a Court of Thorns and Roses. There are scenes from the first and the second book in the series so if you’ve not yet read both of them you will be spoiled. 
Hope you like it!
(You can watch it on a desktop if it’s unavailable to you on mobile)

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night triumphant- and the stars eternal
if he was the sweet, terrifying darkness, i was the glittering light that only his shadows could make clear

A Wolf among Roses

The sight of Ser Loras Tyrell standing on her threshold made Sansa’s heart beat a little faster. For a moment she did not know what to say. “Ser Loras,” she finally managed, “you … you look so lovely.”

 He gave her a puzzled smile. “My lady is too kind. And beautiful besides. My sister awaits you eagerly.”

“I have so looked forward to our supper.”

 “As has Margaery, and my lady grandmother as well.“ He took her arm and led her toward the steps.

"Your grandmother? The Queen of Thorns, she’s called. Isn’t that right?”

“It is.” Ser Loras laughed. He has the warmest laugh, she thought as he went on, “You’d best not use that name in her presence, though, or you’re like to get pricked.”

 She’d better changed the topic. 

“You ride wonderfully, ser.”

 "My lady is gracious to say so. When has she seen me ride?“ 

"At the Hand’s tourney, don’t you remember? You gave me a rose. A red rose. You said no victory was half as beautiful as me.”

 Ser Loras gave her a modest smile. “I spoke only a simple truth, that any man with eyes could see.”

 He doesn’t remember, Sansa realized, startled. “It was after you unhorsed Ser Robar Royce,“ she said, desperately.

 "I slew Robar at Storm’s End, my lady.” It was not a boast; he sounded sad.

 "That was when Lord Renly was killed, wasn’t it? How terrible for your poor sister.“

"For Margaery?” His voice was tight. “To be sure. She was at Bitterbridge, though. She did not see.”

 "I … my lord, I … I did not mean to give offense, ser.“

All the warmth had gone from his voice. Nor did he talk to her again.

Margaery Tyrell herself emerged and swept down the short flight of steps to greet them. "Lady Sansa,” she called, “I’m so pleased you came. Be welcome.”

 Sansa knelt at the feet of her future queen. “You do me great honor, Your Grace.”

“Won’t you call me Margaery?”

Around the long trestle table a dozen women were seated. Sansa recognized only Margaery’s tall, dignified mother, Lady Alerie. There were three Tyrell cousins, Megga and Alla and Elinor, all close to Sansa’s age.

“I am honored to present my grandmother the Lady Olenna.”

“I knew your grandfather, Lord Rickard, though not well” the old lady said.

“He died before I was born. I was saddened when I heard of Lord Renly’s death, Your Grace. He was very gallant.”

 "You are kind to say so,“ answered Margaery.

Her grandmother snorted. "Gallant, yes, and charming, and very clean. He knew how to dress and he knew how to smile and he knew how to bathe, and somehow he got the notion that this made him fit to be king.”

 "Renly was brave and gentle, Grandmother,” said Margaery. “Father liked him as well, and so did Loras.”

 "Loras is young,“ Lady Olenna said crisply, "and very good at knocking men off horses with a stick. That does not make him wise. As to your father, would that I’d been born a peasant woman with a big wooden spoon, I might have been able to beat some sense into his fat head.”

 The old lady moved closer to Sansa.

“I want you to tell me the truth about this royal boy,” said Lady Olenna abruptly. “This Joffrey.”

 "I … I … I … “

"You, yes. Who would know better? The lad seems kingly enough, But we have heard some troubling tales, however. Is there any truth to them? Has this boy mistreated you?" 

"Joff … King Joffrey, he’s … His Grace is very fair and handsome, and … and as brave as a lion.”

 "Yes, all the Lannisters are lions, and when a Tyrell breaks wind it smells just like a rose,“ the old woman snapped. “Tell me the truth, no harm will come to you.”

 The old woman called to Butterbumps. “Fool! Give us a song. A long one, I should think. ‘The Bear and the Maiden Fair’ will do nicely.”

Lady Olenna squirmed forward. “In the Red Keep the very walls have ears. Well, they will be the better for a song, and meanwhile we girls shall speak freely.”

 "But,“ Sansa said, as the fool started singing.

 "Now, child, the truth. What sort of man is this Joffrey, who calls himself Baratheon but looks so very Lannister? ”

 Sansa felt as though her heart had lodged in her throat. The Queen of Thorns was so close she could smell the old woman’s sour breath. “A monster,” she whispered, so tremulously she could scarcely hear her own voice. “Joffrey is a monster.”

A Storm of Swords Chapter 6 (Sansa I) - shortened