queen 'what do you mean this isn't historical costume' ava rides again
will tag all the usual suspects, notify me if you wish to be one of these
will tag all the usual suspects, notify me if you wish to be one of these
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haha what even is this set.
http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/group.show?id=159042
http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/group.show?id=159042
All schools have their heroes. The quarterback, the pointguard, the closer: they are the school spirit, they bring the big bucks, they're the people you'll be proud of long after you've graduated.
Not us, though. Maybe you've seen us - maybe you sit next to us in class, maybe you bought us a drink last weekend. Sure, we wear our team colours with pride, just like them. But we don't get the scholarships, we don't get the glory, we don't get our pictures on the front page of the campus paper.
But we will.
The NYU Purple Haze roller derby team has been around since 1968, and now it's our turn to don the violet. We were runners-up for the championship last year, and we're not letting anyone get in our way this time. We train hard, we skate hard, and we party even harder once it's all over. It's not just a sport. It's a lifestyle.
The result are in, ladies. You've made the team.
Welcome to your year of Purple Haze.
http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/group.show?id=159042
http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/group.show?id=159042
All schools have their heroes. The quarterback, the pointguard, the closer: they are the school spirit, they bring the big bucks, they're the people you'll be proud of long after you've graduated.
Not us, though. Maybe you've seen us - maybe you sit next to us in class, maybe you bought us a drink last weekend. Sure, we wear our team colours with pride, just like them. But we don't get the scholarships, we don't get the glory, we don't get our pictures on the front page of the campus paper.
But we will.
The NYU Purple Haze roller derby team has been around since 1968, and now it's our turn to don the violet. We were runners-up for the championship last year, and we're not letting anyone get in our way this time. We train hard, we skate hard, and we party even harder once it's all over. It's not just a sport. It's a lifestyle.
The result are in, ladies. You've made the team.
Welcome to your year of Purple Haze.
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this will also serve to be jessa's intro story (riding to king's landing) when i get a chance to write it
argh, this doll though.
Name: Jessa Dondarrion
Age: Seven and ten
Jessa was devastated when her favourite older brother, Beric, rode off to King's Landing for a tourney and never returned after taking a position with the Goldcloaks. So when House Dondarrion received the King's letter, she couldn't have been more thrilled to see him again. Jessa aches to be freed from the painful memories of Blackhaven, where the ghost of her twin sister haunts her in waking and in sleep. Sometimes shy, sometimes vivacious, she is a girl of contrasts who mystifies all that meet her. If she doesn't find a husband in the capital, Jessa has sworn to slip out in the night and wake up on the shores of Braavos. Anything to be rid of her ghosts.
Relationship status: single
Model: Caterina Ravaglia
oh and if you didn't read her audition story, basically she's bipolar and killed her twin sister in a fire and told everyone her sister did it. yep. standard asoiaf.
argh, this doll though.
Name: Jessa Dondarrion
Age: Seven and ten
Jessa was devastated when her favourite older brother, Beric, rode off to King's Landing for a tourney and never returned after taking a position with the Goldcloaks. So when House Dondarrion received the King's letter, she couldn't have been more thrilled to see him again. Jessa aches to be freed from the painful memories of Blackhaven, where the ghost of her twin sister haunts her in waking and in sleep. Sometimes shy, sometimes vivacious, she is a girl of contrasts who mystifies all that meet her. If she doesn't find a husband in the capital, Jessa has sworn to slip out in the night and wake up on the shores of Braavos. Anything to be rid of her ghosts.
Relationship status: single
Model: Caterina Ravaglia
oh and if you didn't read her audition story, basically she's bipolar and killed her twin sister in a fire and told everyone her sister did it. yep. standard asoiaf.
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a better introduction to jessa dondarrion.
Name: Jessa Dondarrion
Age: Seven and ten
Jessa was devastated when her favourite older brother, Beric, rode off to King's Landing for a tourney and never returned after taking a position with the Goldcloaks. So when House Dondarrion received the King's letter, she couldn't have been more thrilled to see him again. Jessa aches to be freed from the painful memories of Blackhaven, where the ghost of her twin sister haunts her in waking and in sleep. Sometimes shy, sometimes vivacious, she is a girl of contrasts who mystifies all that meet her. If she doesn't find a husband in the capital, Jessa has sworn to slip out in the night and wake up on the shores of Braavos. Anything to be rid of her ghosts.
Relationship status: single
Model: Caterina Ravaglia
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Tap, tap, tap.
The rain came knocking at the windows of Blackhaven around the same time every day. Jessa’s eyes were unfocused as she absentmindedly watched raindrops race each other down the windowpane.
“My lady,” Jessa’s handmaiden called, the door creaking open. “Your mother has summoned you for supper.”
Jessa smiled, nodding at Lya. “Thank you. I will attend to her in just a moment.” She returned her gaze to the window, catching the lightning as it struck a light pyre. The Dondarrions constructed new pyres – hills of old wood and debris – at the turn of each moon, drawing the lightning away from Blackhaven castle and into the ground.
And there was always plenty of lightning.
Catryne Dondarrion had seven fingers. Each time the gods took a member of the family she’d so carefully crafted, she removed a digit. Alyna was the little finger on her right hand. Jessa had learned not to look. She already felt the absence of her father, her brother, and her sister without being reminded by her mother’s mangled hands.
The Lord of Blackhaven was throwing peas on the floor, cackling as the cats quickly gobbled them up.
“Elian, stop,” Jessa frowned, watching her little brother. He stuck his tongue out at her, throwing more vegetables to the ground. Lady Dondarrion failed to notice. Instead, her eyes bore into Jessa, silently assessing her.
“Have you packed your trunk?” she asked, unblinking.
Jessa nodded, prodding at the venison on her plate. She had packed her trunk days ago in preparation for her departure on the morrow. The horses would already be saddled if it weren’t for the storm.
“Beric will be pleased to see you.”
“And I him.”
“Jessa, will you tell Berry I miss him?” Elian asked, his brown eyes wide.
“Of course, Lord Dondarrion.”
Elian giggled upon hearing his title, as he always did.
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“You won’t get me!” Alyna shouted, her voice echoing off the walls of Blackhaven. She giggled loudly, dancing a circle around Jessa and waving her blazing torch. Dizzy, Jessa ran after her twin sister, clutching a smaller flaming stake of wood.
Girls of twelve should not be playing such games, their mother had told them. They should be saying their prayers and learning their letters.
Alyna danced across the fields of the castle as the thunder bellowed in the distance. Jessa chewed on her lip. The storm would be coming, and with it, the lightning. They should go back inside.
“Are you scared, Jessa?” Alyna asked, throwing back her hair and shaking her brown curls. They were the only thing that distinguished the two sisters from each other.
Jessa swallowed her fears. “No, I’m not!” she shouted, watching as her sister raced towards a lightning pyre. She knew they shouldn’t be playing around the decaying wood, but she couldn’t have Alyna calling her craven again. Not in front of everyone.
“Then come get me!”
Alyna began to climb the pyre, only half-built and growing larger by the day. As the girl yelled at her twin again, Jessa ground her teeth together, running towards the stack of wood. But the night was darkening, and the dead wood littered the ground, unseen in the darkness. Jessa remembered herself tripping, her torch flying from her hand.
She saw the pyre come alight, Alyna dancing in the flames atop it. And then, as lightning clapped nearby, the scream that shook Jessa to her bones. She crawled away, backwards, her eyes pried open in terror as Alyna’s face twisted into something barbaric and her skin burst into flames.
Jessa Dondarrion burned her sister alive.
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She closed her eyes tight as they passed through the gates. Upon opening them, the world looked no different.
But she was free, now. Free of Blackhaven at least. Not free of Alyna.
Jessa was naturally shy. She was the quiet child. But after her twin sister perished atop the flaming pyre – after Jessa told everyone that Alyna had been struck by lightning – she felt the other girl climb into her head. She would become outgoing, vivacious, adventurous. Alyna would whisper into her ear, accusing Jessa of killing her.
It was lightning. I saw it, I saw it, I did. Lightning struck you, Alyna. You shouldn’t have danced atop the lightning pyre.
Burned her, the mountains echoed back. You burned your own blood. Kinslayer.
Name: Jessa Dondarrion
Age: Seven and ten
Jessa was devastated when her favourite older brother, Beric, rode off to King's Landing for a tourney and never returned after taking a position with the Goldcloaks. So when House Dondarrion received the King's letter, she couldn't have been more thrilled to see him again. Jessa aches to be freed from the painful memories of Blackhaven, where the ghost of her twin sister haunts her in waking and in sleep. Sometimes shy, sometimes vivacious, she is a girl of contrasts who mystifies all that meet her. If she doesn't find a husband in the capital, Jessa has sworn to slip out in the night and wake up on the shores of Braavos. Anything to be rid of her ghosts.
Relationship status: single
Model: Caterina Ravaglia
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Tap, tap, tap.
The rain came knocking at the windows of Blackhaven around the same time every day. Jessa’s eyes were unfocused as she absentmindedly watched raindrops race each other down the windowpane.
“My lady,” Jessa’s handmaiden called, the door creaking open. “Your mother has summoned you for supper.”
Jessa smiled, nodding at Lya. “Thank you. I will attend to her in just a moment.” She returned her gaze to the window, catching the lightning as it struck a light pyre. The Dondarrions constructed new pyres – hills of old wood and debris – at the turn of each moon, drawing the lightning away from Blackhaven castle and into the ground.
And there was always plenty of lightning.
Catryne Dondarrion had seven fingers. Each time the gods took a member of the family she’d so carefully crafted, she removed a digit. Alyna was the little finger on her right hand. Jessa had learned not to look. She already felt the absence of her father, her brother, and her sister without being reminded by her mother’s mangled hands.
The Lord of Blackhaven was throwing peas on the floor, cackling as the cats quickly gobbled them up.
“Elian, stop,” Jessa frowned, watching her little brother. He stuck his tongue out at her, throwing more vegetables to the ground. Lady Dondarrion failed to notice. Instead, her eyes bore into Jessa, silently assessing her.
“Have you packed your trunk?” she asked, unblinking.
Jessa nodded, prodding at the venison on her plate. She had packed her trunk days ago in preparation for her departure on the morrow. The horses would already be saddled if it weren’t for the storm.
“Beric will be pleased to see you.”
“And I him.”
“Jessa, will you tell Berry I miss him?” Elian asked, his brown eyes wide.
“Of course, Lord Dondarrion.”
Elian giggled upon hearing his title, as he always did.
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“You won’t get me!” Alyna shouted, her voice echoing off the walls of Blackhaven. She giggled loudly, dancing a circle around Jessa and waving her blazing torch. Dizzy, Jessa ran after her twin sister, clutching a smaller flaming stake of wood.
Girls of twelve should not be playing such games, their mother had told them. They should be saying their prayers and learning their letters.
Alyna danced across the fields of the castle as the thunder bellowed in the distance. Jessa chewed on her lip. The storm would be coming, and with it, the lightning. They should go back inside.
“Are you scared, Jessa?” Alyna asked, throwing back her hair and shaking her brown curls. They were the only thing that distinguished the two sisters from each other.
Jessa swallowed her fears. “No, I’m not!” she shouted, watching as her sister raced towards a lightning pyre. She knew they shouldn’t be playing around the decaying wood, but she couldn’t have Alyna calling her craven again. Not in front of everyone.
“Then come get me!”
Alyna began to climb the pyre, only half-built and growing larger by the day. As the girl yelled at her twin again, Jessa ground her teeth together, running towards the stack of wood. But the night was darkening, and the dead wood littered the ground, unseen in the darkness. Jessa remembered herself tripping, her torch flying from her hand.
She saw the pyre come alight, Alyna dancing in the flames atop it. And then, as lightning clapped nearby, the scream that shook Jessa to her bones. She crawled away, backwards, her eyes pried open in terror as Alyna’s face twisted into something barbaric and her skin burst into flames.
Jessa Dondarrion burned her sister alive.
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She closed her eyes tight as they passed through the gates. Upon opening them, the world looked no different.
But she was free, now. Free of Blackhaven at least. Not free of Alyna.
Jessa was naturally shy. She was the quiet child. But after her twin sister perished atop the flaming pyre – after Jessa told everyone that Alyna had been struck by lightning – she felt the other girl climb into her head. She would become outgoing, vivacious, adventurous. Alyna would whisper into her ear, accusing Jessa of killing her.
It was lightning. I saw it, I saw it, I did. Lightning struck you, Alyna. You shouldn’t have danced atop the lightning pyre.
Burned her, the mountains echoed back. You burned your own blood. Kinslayer.
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dear god this doll took so freaking long
jojo must have a weird skintone or something
did anyone watch the season 3 got premiere? so much davos seaworth = happy aly.
▷ Lady Demi Suthernfoot
age; 15
house; Greater House of Demeter
bio; When Demi was only a babe, her mother, father, and all her little lordling brothers died in a barbarian raid. Demi was saved from the same fate, blessed by her god. But Demi sees it as no blessing. She is heir to all of great farmlands and many men would kill someone to be a lord. Even if it is the lord of the house Demeter. She and her sister have been put on display since they were ten to all the possible lords of Olympiad. She has been a clean proper lady her whole life, only getting dirt on her hands during the spring and fall plantings. Demi knows this isn't what the leaders of the house of Demeter should be like. They should work on the fields all of the time to worship their goddess not sit in their posh stone castle just waiting for a worthy man to propose to her so that she can taker he place as rightful heir. Demi couldn't care less if she got married, though her uncle seems to be doing all he can to prevent it from happening without being treasonous. Demi keeps a garden of her own in her chambers but planting flowers in small pots isn't enough for her. All she wants is to take her rightful place and restore her house for her goddess.
collection; http://www.polyvore.com/demi_suthernfoot/collection?id=2426804
model; Josephine Skriver
facts:
The great warhorse shrugged, shaking his golden mane. It glinted as it caught the sun and dirt floated quietly to the ground.
"Won't be long now, boy," the blacksmith said, running his hand across the horse's coarse hair. "Won't be long until they call for you. Won't be long until they call for both of us."
A bird whistled, its tune piercing Demi's ear. She jumped suddenly. Leaves rattled and detached themselves from the branches around her. The blacksmith looked up, peering into the tree. Demi shrank back into the remaining leaves until he moved on, towing the warhorse behind him. The animal's great legs kicked up dirt, surrounding the two in a thin cloud of dust.
When she was sure everyone was gone, Demi jumped from the tree, pulling her hooded cloak tight around her. She darted through the shadows of trees until she reached Demito, creeping through a back archway that was rarely frequented.
"You've been out again."
Elena stood with her hands haughtily on her hips, glaring accusingly at her sister.
"I only went for a walk. Am I not allowed to walk now?" Demi asked irritably, pushing past Elena to make for her chambers.
"You know you mustn't go out without an escort, Demi. You're a lady."
/you're a lady/, Demi mouthed silently, mockingly. And a lady must be bound to her castle, according to House Suthernfoot. Se knew what came next. No lord wanted to marry a girl who traipsed around the countryside. No lady ever made a great family by climbing trees.
"Uncle wants to see you," Elena called out as Demi continued down the hall.
"Why, has he bought me another dress to wear to meet all the little lordlings?"
Elena frowned. Though she was a year younger than Demi, she felt an age more mature. "You must do your duty, as I will do mine."
But Demi was immune to her sister's disapprovals, locking herself in her chambers and tending carefully to the plants that were soaking up the afternoon sun. She didn't care to meet another one of the degenerate young lords that Marlon loved to present in the hope that she would turn them down, leaving him to rule a day longer.
In the distance, the warhorse walked on, the cloud of dust growing ever smaller.
next three:
lya
ryx
kataeri
songs:
okay i couldn't decide between after the storm and dust bowl dance.
arcade fire – wake up
children wake up, hold your mistake up, before they turn the summer into dust.
if the children don’t grow up our bodies get bigger, but our hearts get torn up.
we’re just a million little gods causing rain storms, turning every good thing to rust.
joanna newsom – sadie
down where i darn with the milk-eyed mender, you and i and a love so tender, is stretched on the hoop where i stitch this adage, "bless her house and her heart so savage."
and all that i want, and all that i need, and all that i've got is scattered like seed, and all that i knew is moving away from me. and all that i know is blowing like tumbleweed.
and the mealy worms in the brine will burn in a salty pyre among the fauns and ferns, and the love we hold and the love we spurn will never grow cold, only taciturn.
mumford and sons – dust bowl dance
i’ve been kicked off my land at the age of sixteen and i have no idea where else my heart could have been. i placed all my trust at the foot of this hill and now i am sure my heart can never be still
mumford and sons – after the storm
night has always pushed up day, you must know life to see decay
but i won't rot, i won't rot, not this mind and not this heart, i won't rot.
and i took you by the hand and we stood tall, and remembered our own land, what we lived for.
and there will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears, and love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.
get over your hill and see what you find there, with grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.
jojo must have a weird skintone or something
did anyone watch the season 3 got premiere? so much davos seaworth = happy aly.
▷ Lady Demi Suthernfoot
age; 15
house; Greater House of Demeter
bio; When Demi was only a babe, her mother, father, and all her little lordling brothers died in a barbarian raid. Demi was saved from the same fate, blessed by her god. But Demi sees it as no blessing. She is heir to all of great farmlands and many men would kill someone to be a lord. Even if it is the lord of the house Demeter. She and her sister have been put on display since they were ten to all the possible lords of Olympiad. She has been a clean proper lady her whole life, only getting dirt on her hands during the spring and fall plantings. Demi knows this isn't what the leaders of the house of Demeter should be like. They should work on the fields all of the time to worship their goddess not sit in their posh stone castle just waiting for a worthy man to propose to her so that she can taker he place as rightful heir. Demi couldn't care less if she got married, though her uncle seems to be doing all he can to prevent it from happening without being treasonous. Demi keeps a garden of her own in her chambers but planting flowers in small pots isn't enough for her. All she wants is to take her rightful place and restore her house for her goddess.
collection; http://www.polyvore.com/demi_suthernfoot/collection?id=2426804
model; Josephine Skriver
facts:
The great warhorse shrugged, shaking his golden mane. It glinted as it caught the sun and dirt floated quietly to the ground.
"Won't be long now, boy," the blacksmith said, running his hand across the horse's coarse hair. "Won't be long until they call for you. Won't be long until they call for both of us."
A bird whistled, its tune piercing Demi's ear. She jumped suddenly. Leaves rattled and detached themselves from the branches around her. The blacksmith looked up, peering into the tree. Demi shrank back into the remaining leaves until he moved on, towing the warhorse behind him. The animal's great legs kicked up dirt, surrounding the two in a thin cloud of dust.
When she was sure everyone was gone, Demi jumped from the tree, pulling her hooded cloak tight around her. She darted through the shadows of trees until she reached Demito, creeping through a back archway that was rarely frequented.
"You've been out again."
Elena stood with her hands haughtily on her hips, glaring accusingly at her sister.
"I only went for a walk. Am I not allowed to walk now?" Demi asked irritably, pushing past Elena to make for her chambers.
"You know you mustn't go out without an escort, Demi. You're a lady."
/you're a lady/, Demi mouthed silently, mockingly. And a lady must be bound to her castle, according to House Suthernfoot. Se knew what came next. No lord wanted to marry a girl who traipsed around the countryside. No lady ever made a great family by climbing trees.
"Uncle wants to see you," Elena called out as Demi continued down the hall.
"Why, has he bought me another dress to wear to meet all the little lordlings?"
Elena frowned. Though she was a year younger than Demi, she felt an age more mature. "You must do your duty, as I will do mine."
But Demi was immune to her sister's disapprovals, locking herself in her chambers and tending carefully to the plants that were soaking up the afternoon sun. She didn't care to meet another one of the degenerate young lords that Marlon loved to present in the hope that she would turn them down, leaving him to rule a day longer.
In the distance, the warhorse walked on, the cloud of dust growing ever smaller.
next three:
lya
ryx
kataeri
songs:
okay i couldn't decide between after the storm and dust bowl dance.
arcade fire – wake up
children wake up, hold your mistake up, before they turn the summer into dust.
if the children don’t grow up our bodies get bigger, but our hearts get torn up.
we’re just a million little gods causing rain storms, turning every good thing to rust.
joanna newsom – sadie
down where i darn with the milk-eyed mender, you and i and a love so tender, is stretched on the hoop where i stitch this adage, "bless her house and her heart so savage."
and all that i want, and all that i need, and all that i've got is scattered like seed, and all that i knew is moving away from me. and all that i know is blowing like tumbleweed.
and the mealy worms in the brine will burn in a salty pyre among the fauns and ferns, and the love we hold and the love we spurn will never grow cold, only taciturn.
mumford and sons – dust bowl dance
i’ve been kicked off my land at the age of sixteen and i have no idea where else my heart could have been. i placed all my trust at the foot of this hill and now i am sure my heart can never be still
mumford and sons – after the storm
night has always pushed up day, you must know life to see decay
but i won't rot, i won't rot, not this mind and not this heart, i won't rot.
and i took you by the hand and we stood tall, and remembered our own land, what we lived for.
and there will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears, and love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.
get over your hill and see what you find there, with grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.
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This is just a placeholder set for my character, sorry she's so late
Name: Jessa Dondarrion
Age: Seven and ten
Jessa was devastated when her favourite older brother, Beric, rode off to King's Landing for a tourney and never returned after taking a position with the Goldcloaks. So when House Dondarrion received the King's letter, she couldn't have been more thrilled to see him again. Jessa aches to be freed from the painful memories of Blackhaven, where the ghost of her twin sister haunts her in waking and in sleep. Sometimes shy, sometimes vivacious, she is a girl of contrasts who mystifies all that meet her. If she doesn't find a husband in the capital, Jessa has sworn to slip out in the night and wake up on the shores of Braavos. Anything to be rid of her ghosts.
Relationship status: single
Model: Caterina Ravaglia
This is just a placeholder set for my character, sorry she's so late
Name: Jessa Dondarrion
Age: Seven and ten
Jessa was devastated when her favourite older brother, Beric, rode off to King's Landing for a tourney and never returned after taking a position with the Goldcloaks. So when House Dondarrion received the King's letter, she couldn't have been more thrilled to see him again. Jessa aches to be freed from the painful memories of Blackhaven, where the ghost of her twin sister haunts her in waking and in sleep. Sometimes shy, sometimes vivacious, she is a girl of contrasts who mystifies all that meet her. If she doesn't find a husband in the capital, Jessa has sworn to slip out in the night and wake up on the shores of Braavos. Anything to be rid of her ghosts.
Relationship status: single
Model: Caterina Ravaglia
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HELLO
i ran out of internet credit last month, and this month i have been unfortunately busy
but i am back to ava stories and have FINALLY finishes adwd
one thing i like about these stories is that i can use wedding dresses and pretend it's like her normal wardrobe
also i included one of my favourite lines from the books... if you can find it you get five points for gryffindor
i have had some wine so this set sucks. i promise to make better ava sets from here on out.
oh, last thing: favourite song. LISTEN to it.
@semper-eadem @lilyracheled
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AVA
The wall candles flickered as the knights strode past. Ava Stark watched their shadows dance on the stone wall, following the men silently. She rubbed at her face lightly, flinching at the pain from the gash across her cheek.
Soft voices echoed around the room to her right, and the knights stood still to let her walk inside.
”My ladies.” She curtsied slightly, at her mother-in-law and the young woman in the room.
“Lady Doran,” Myrelle Frey replied, shooting her a sharp glance. Catelyn frowned disapprovingly.
“Stark,” she corrected Myrelle.
Ava simply smiled – the smile she knew looked warm, would draw people into her, but only served to front her anger. “I hear you’ve come to serve me with your family’s terms.”
“I have told Lady Catelyn of our terms. Release Ser Jaime, and you shall have Arya and Sansa.”
Gods be good, Ava thought. She could already see the hope glimmering in Catelyn’s eyes. Her two daughters back, and all they had to do was relinquish their prized possession. No, a thousand times no. But these were Robb’s sisters; Ava would at least have to tell him of the offer before she sharpened a few new stakes for the Lannister party.
“King Robb is no more than a day’s ride,” she told Myrelle. “You would appreciate that I have to seek his counsel.”
The young girl smiled wryly. “And here I thought it was you holding power, Lady Doran. Or do you bow to your husband like every other well-mannered lady in the Seven Kingdoms?”
“You underestimate the virtues of a well-mannered lady.” Ava turned to her knights, nodding slightly, and they stepped forward into the room. “Have our guests’ horses fed and watered,” she instructed, “and find rooms for the men. Lady Myrelle will stay in my old quarters, move my chests to Robb’s solar.”
“A queen’s quarters?” Myrelle chuckled. “That’s very kind of you.”
Ava pressed her lips together in a smile as a group of serving girls wound their way around the long table, placing roasted boar and sweet wine from the Summer Isles in front of the women. They supped in relative silence until Ser Lochlyn arrived to announce that Myrelle’s quarters were ready.
“You must be tired,” Ava said, kindness in her tone. “I will escort you to the quarters myself; I know the way so well.”
The queen had not set foot in her room since the battle, when Martan Frey accosted her in the nearby hallway. His body lay there still, crumpled, beginning to emit a foul odour. The ladies covered their faces as they passed by.
“Ser Lochlyn, have the body disposed of at your earliest convenience,” Ava said.
Myrelle looked at the body, as Ava had hoped she would. “Who is that?”
Ava gave a convincingly disappointed sigh. “Martan Frey. Your cousin, I believe?”
A look of anger, mixed with the tiniest trace of fear, flashed in Myrelle’s eyes. She stayed silent as she was locked in her room.
“You have free roam of the castle, my lady. Of course, one of my Red Guard will attend to you at all times. For your safety.”
For the safety of all of us, Ava thought. The young girl was far more dangerous than she appeared.
//
The commotion in the nighttime would have woken even the deepest sleeper.
Ava was startled awake as shouts of “King in the North!” echoed around the castle. She rose, a sense of purpose overcoming her sleepiness, slipping into a thin dress and wrapping herself in wolf furs. Throwing open the door, she padded down the hall and to the portcullis, followed quickly by a trail of Red Guard.
She remembered the last time she had seen her husband. He had doted on her, as always, kisses lingering on her lips. He was happy, full of purpose.
How different he looked now.
It was shock, maybe. Anger, surprise, adrenalin. He swung off his horse with great ease. Ava expected him to take her in his arms, kiss her, thank her for saving his new castle.
“What is the meaning of this?” he asked, staring at her with fire in his eyes.
She swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. He seemed to tower over her suddenly, sweat starting to drip down his neck, dirty with a week’s ride.
“You are tired, my love,” she said, brushing his cheek lightly with the back of her hand. He didn’t push it away, so she intertwined her fingers with his. “Come inside. The cooks have been waiting days for your return. As have I.” Her look, though, told him not to fight her. Not in front of all of his men. We are a team, we rule them, together we must be one.
Her king took the hint, allowing her to lead him inside the castle until they were out of sight of Robb’s host, where he promptly dropped her hand.
“Two hundred heads on spikes. Woman, are you mad?”
She couldn’t smile, not now. She widened her eyes, looked out from beneath her eyelids. “They attacked your castle, Your Grace.”
“And you did not think to send a raven?”
“I would not want it intercepted by our enemies.”
Robb ran a hand through his hair, grimacing. He let out a curse.
“You polluted my mother’s fields with heads on spikes. You shot them down with poisoned arrows. You may have killed some lions, but you did not do this with honour.”
“Honour?!” Ava asked, her voice raised. Her usual calm demeanour, so practiced, so unnatural, shattered immediately and the fire that consumed her heart spilled out, dancing in her eyes. “Are you fighting a war, Stark, or just playing at one? Honour does not win battles. Honour does not stop a host of Lannisters from seizing this castle. Have you forgotten our enemy? Have you forgotten what you fight for?”
“We fight for honour. We are fighting for good.”
“You do not truly believe that. You do not believe it is so simple. My ancestors had honour. Adenis Doran was the most honourable man in Westeros. He was promised rule of the South, and he was denied. You do not fight tyranny with honour, you do not win a war with good intentions.”
The king flushed red, glancing around. Men and women faded into the shadows, listening, unseen.
“Accompany the queen and I to my solar,” Robb barked at the Blackfish. Brynden nodded, leading the way.
Behind closed doors, Robb paced. Ava sat in his favourite chair, her eyes bouncing back and forth as she watched her king.
“You have won a battle,” she told him. “Your enemies wish to attack your weakest points. They thought I was one of them. The Lannisters drew you out of the castle, knowing I would stay, somehow knowing Edmure had left too. Now we have shown our strength.”
“You have made yourself a target.”
“No more a target than the King in the North.”
“You...” Robb shook his head, searching for words. But there was something stronger tugging inside him; some conflict, some argument where both sides were right and wrong, something that challenged everything he had ever known. “You are a woman, you are a queen...”
Ava rose, taking her husband’s fingers into her hands. “Tell me, King Robb, just who did you think you were marrying? A lady who concerned herself with dresses and gossip? If there is one thing I know to be true of wolves, it is that they smell danger. You knew, and you took the risk anyway. Let me fight with you. It is all I have ever wanted.”
“I knew less than I thought,” he said, uneasy, not trusting. “The men have told me stories of the battle.”
“What stories?”
His eyes met her; accusing, but hoping not to be vindicated. “They told me that you sang The Rains of Castamere before you fired the first arrow. You sang the song of our enemy.”
She dropped his hands with a sigh; a pent-up secret finally releasing itself from her body, hovering in the air between them. The song, the heads, the burning hatred of Lannisters that was as strong as her known hatred of Targaryens.
“My mother was a highborn lady of Folly. Her mother, too. But my great-grandmother, she was a serving lady. A baseborn girl, she claimed. She served for House Lenon and caught the eye of the young lord there. They married in secret, knowing that the bastard girl would not be accepted by other important families, and made a claim that she was a highborn lady. And she lived in lies within lies until her dying day, when she clutched my mother’s hand and whispered her secrets. Her name was Erica, and she was from the Westerlands. Her parents had sent her on a trading galley to Folly when she was old enough to work.”
Robb nodded slowly, recognition flashing across his face. “Erica Reyne.”
“Aye.”
“You are a Reyne of Castamere.”
i ran out of internet credit last month, and this month i have been unfortunately busy
but i am back to ava stories and have FINALLY finishes adwd
one thing i like about these stories is that i can use wedding dresses and pretend it's like her normal wardrobe
also i included one of my favourite lines from the books... if you can find it you get five points for gryffindor
i have had some wine so this set sucks. i promise to make better ava sets from here on out.
oh, last thing: favourite song. LISTEN to it.
@semper-eadem @lilyracheled
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AVA
The wall candles flickered as the knights strode past. Ava Stark watched their shadows dance on the stone wall, following the men silently. She rubbed at her face lightly, flinching at the pain from the gash across her cheek.
Soft voices echoed around the room to her right, and the knights stood still to let her walk inside.
”My ladies.” She curtsied slightly, at her mother-in-law and the young woman in the room.
“Lady Doran,” Myrelle Frey replied, shooting her a sharp glance. Catelyn frowned disapprovingly.
“Stark,” she corrected Myrelle.
Ava simply smiled – the smile she knew looked warm, would draw people into her, but only served to front her anger. “I hear you’ve come to serve me with your family’s terms.”
“I have told Lady Catelyn of our terms. Release Ser Jaime, and you shall have Arya and Sansa.”
Gods be good, Ava thought. She could already see the hope glimmering in Catelyn’s eyes. Her two daughters back, and all they had to do was relinquish their prized possession. No, a thousand times no. But these were Robb’s sisters; Ava would at least have to tell him of the offer before she sharpened a few new stakes for the Lannister party.
“King Robb is no more than a day’s ride,” she told Myrelle. “You would appreciate that I have to seek his counsel.”
The young girl smiled wryly. “And here I thought it was you holding power, Lady Doran. Or do you bow to your husband like every other well-mannered lady in the Seven Kingdoms?”
“You underestimate the virtues of a well-mannered lady.” Ava turned to her knights, nodding slightly, and they stepped forward into the room. “Have our guests’ horses fed and watered,” she instructed, “and find rooms for the men. Lady Myrelle will stay in my old quarters, move my chests to Robb’s solar.”
“A queen’s quarters?” Myrelle chuckled. “That’s very kind of you.”
Ava pressed her lips together in a smile as a group of serving girls wound their way around the long table, placing roasted boar and sweet wine from the Summer Isles in front of the women. They supped in relative silence until Ser Lochlyn arrived to announce that Myrelle’s quarters were ready.
“You must be tired,” Ava said, kindness in her tone. “I will escort you to the quarters myself; I know the way so well.”
The queen had not set foot in her room since the battle, when Martan Frey accosted her in the nearby hallway. His body lay there still, crumpled, beginning to emit a foul odour. The ladies covered their faces as they passed by.
“Ser Lochlyn, have the body disposed of at your earliest convenience,” Ava said.
Myrelle looked at the body, as Ava had hoped she would. “Who is that?”
Ava gave a convincingly disappointed sigh. “Martan Frey. Your cousin, I believe?”
A look of anger, mixed with the tiniest trace of fear, flashed in Myrelle’s eyes. She stayed silent as she was locked in her room.
“You have free roam of the castle, my lady. Of course, one of my Red Guard will attend to you at all times. For your safety.”
For the safety of all of us, Ava thought. The young girl was far more dangerous than she appeared.
//
The commotion in the nighttime would have woken even the deepest sleeper.
Ava was startled awake as shouts of “King in the North!” echoed around the castle. She rose, a sense of purpose overcoming her sleepiness, slipping into a thin dress and wrapping herself in wolf furs. Throwing open the door, she padded down the hall and to the portcullis, followed quickly by a trail of Red Guard.
She remembered the last time she had seen her husband. He had doted on her, as always, kisses lingering on her lips. He was happy, full of purpose.
How different he looked now.
It was shock, maybe. Anger, surprise, adrenalin. He swung off his horse with great ease. Ava expected him to take her in his arms, kiss her, thank her for saving his new castle.
“What is the meaning of this?” he asked, staring at her with fire in his eyes.
She swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. He seemed to tower over her suddenly, sweat starting to drip down his neck, dirty with a week’s ride.
“You are tired, my love,” she said, brushing his cheek lightly with the back of her hand. He didn’t push it away, so she intertwined her fingers with his. “Come inside. The cooks have been waiting days for your return. As have I.” Her look, though, told him not to fight her. Not in front of all of his men. We are a team, we rule them, together we must be one.
Her king took the hint, allowing her to lead him inside the castle until they were out of sight of Robb’s host, where he promptly dropped her hand.
“Two hundred heads on spikes. Woman, are you mad?”
She couldn’t smile, not now. She widened her eyes, looked out from beneath her eyelids. “They attacked your castle, Your Grace.”
“And you did not think to send a raven?”
“I would not want it intercepted by our enemies.”
Robb ran a hand through his hair, grimacing. He let out a curse.
“You polluted my mother’s fields with heads on spikes. You shot them down with poisoned arrows. You may have killed some lions, but you did not do this with honour.”
“Honour?!” Ava asked, her voice raised. Her usual calm demeanour, so practiced, so unnatural, shattered immediately and the fire that consumed her heart spilled out, dancing in her eyes. “Are you fighting a war, Stark, or just playing at one? Honour does not win battles. Honour does not stop a host of Lannisters from seizing this castle. Have you forgotten our enemy? Have you forgotten what you fight for?”
“We fight for honour. We are fighting for good.”
“You do not truly believe that. You do not believe it is so simple. My ancestors had honour. Adenis Doran was the most honourable man in Westeros. He was promised rule of the South, and he was denied. You do not fight tyranny with honour, you do not win a war with good intentions.”
The king flushed red, glancing around. Men and women faded into the shadows, listening, unseen.
“Accompany the queen and I to my solar,” Robb barked at the Blackfish. Brynden nodded, leading the way.
Behind closed doors, Robb paced. Ava sat in his favourite chair, her eyes bouncing back and forth as she watched her king.
“You have won a battle,” she told him. “Your enemies wish to attack your weakest points. They thought I was one of them. The Lannisters drew you out of the castle, knowing I would stay, somehow knowing Edmure had left too. Now we have shown our strength.”
“You have made yourself a target.”
“No more a target than the King in the North.”
“You...” Robb shook his head, searching for words. But there was something stronger tugging inside him; some conflict, some argument where both sides were right and wrong, something that challenged everything he had ever known. “You are a woman, you are a queen...”
Ava rose, taking her husband’s fingers into her hands. “Tell me, King Robb, just who did you think you were marrying? A lady who concerned herself with dresses and gossip? If there is one thing I know to be true of wolves, it is that they smell danger. You knew, and you took the risk anyway. Let me fight with you. It is all I have ever wanted.”
“I knew less than I thought,” he said, uneasy, not trusting. “The men have told me stories of the battle.”
“What stories?”
His eyes met her; accusing, but hoping not to be vindicated. “They told me that you sang The Rains of Castamere before you fired the first arrow. You sang the song of our enemy.”
She dropped his hands with a sigh; a pent-up secret finally releasing itself from her body, hovering in the air between them. The song, the heads, the burning hatred of Lannisters that was as strong as her known hatred of Targaryens.
“My mother was a highborn lady of Folly. Her mother, too. But my great-grandmother, she was a serving lady. A baseborn girl, she claimed. She served for House Lenon and caught the eye of the young lord there. They married in secret, knowing that the bastard girl would not be accepted by other important families, and made a claim that she was a highborn lady. And she lived in lies within lies until her dying day, when she clutched my mother’s hand and whispered her secrets. Her name was Erica, and she was from the Westerlands. Her parents had sent her on a trading galley to Folly when she was old enough to work.”
Robb nodded slowly, recognition flashing across his face. “Erica Reyne.”
“Aye.”
“You are a Reyne of Castamere.”
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this set serves two purposes:
1) to tell you a story
2) to fill in all those things you've been tagging me in
you should listen to this song. i have been for a week straight. "you called me up again just to break me like a promise, so casually cruel in the name of being honest" is everything to me right now.
It’s a Monday night and I should be at home because I have to work tomorrow but I’m with you,
and you put your arm around me and I come undone.
We hadn’t talked for two months and I’d given myself so much praise for purging you from my system after that night, but now we’re here again and I feel just like I did the first time.
You’re moving overseas in a week and I’d spent so much time telling my friends how happy I was to see you go, and I was happy because I knew we were so terrible for each other and now we would never see each other again.
But it’s a Monday night and you pulled me apart so easily.
You won’t let me go home, we’ll watch a movie, stay with me a little longer because it’s the last time.
“You have to remember me – if you don’t remember me, who will?”
All of them, I want to say,
but you’re crying and you just want me to hold you like you’re holding me.
I won’t watch Wolf Creek, and now you’re angry, and we fight. We fight about the movie, but it’s not about that, you tell me that I’m not the person that you thought I was. Now I’m crying and I don’t want to be but you keep attacking and I’m so tired and so drunk and I never should have come and you never should have asked me to come.
You send me an email the next day and say you’re sorry, you messed up, you didn’t want to make me upset and you’ll never do it again. You ask if we can still be friends,
but we never really were friends.
I listen to the saddest Taylor Swift songs and I think I might cry over you but I don’t.
Then you’re disappearing, slowly. I delete your goodbye email and tell my friends that I’ve deleted you from my life. I write you a text, it sits on my phone for an hour before I send it.
I want you to want to see me again. I want to ask you if we could have ever been real. If I had another life time, I would have loved you, you’d say. Because you’re leaving I’d convince myself that I could have loved you too, though it’s not true,
but you text back a smiley face.
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Rule 1: Always post the rules.
Rule 2: Answer the questions the person who tagged you has written and write 11 new ones.
Rule 3: Tag 11 new people
@oscar-wilde
1.) how would you describe what you/your perfume smells like [not necessarily the brand]?
my favourite one is very, very strong, like someone has rubbed a whole bunch of flowers in your face. it makes you feel dizzy if you smell it for too long.
2.) 3 things you always keep on you/in your purse?
muesli bar, ebook reader, extra earrings
3.) who is your favourite artist [painting, photography, etc.] ?
i’ve always had a thing for man ray
4.) what time of day do you like most?
8am, because i’m awake and almost at work. 12.30, cause that’s lunchtime. and bedtime.
5.) when was the last time you volunteered, donated, or did something for someone else, even though you knew you wouldn't get a reward?
i’m on the social club committee at work, we organise a lot of fundraising for charities.
6.) when you feel scared/lonely at night, what's one thing that cheers you up?
thinking about the next time i get to see my family/dog
7.) which family members are you closest to?
my brother & half-sister (she’s a mini-me), both my parents, my aunty rae, my living grandma
8.) we usually ask each other what characteristics our 'perfect' soulmmates would have, so let me ask the opposite; what's an imperfection that you wouldn't mind or even embrace your boyfriend/girlfriend having?
being argumentative – i need an antagonist.
9.) do you think you're growing more mature as years pass, or simply just getting physically older?
definitely growing more mature. even in the last week. i mean, changing my entire life last year, living in a different place with all new friends, it’s definitely making me grow up.
10.) what foreign language do you like the sound of best?
icelandic
11.) what is keeping you from pursuing your biggest dream?
money and work experience.
@lilyracheld
1. What is your favourite character from each of your fandoms/favourite books/shows/films ext?
game of thrones – stannis, x-men – emma frost/magneto... i don’t know if i have any more fandoms, per se.
2. Your favourite couple (doesn't have to be romantic)?
stannis and davos.
3. Best mid-night snack?
french onion dip
4. Describe yourself (mental and/or physical) as you would describe a character.
physical: small, mental: neurotic (i love this question but am in no state to answer right now haha)
5. What do you think about 50 Shades of Grey? Have you read it?
i haven’t, and i never will. it's really annoying when my friends try to make me read it. just because they have nothing better to read – i mean i have a reading list that’s fifty books deep. there are so many books out there that are worth my time.
6. How do you have your Subway/Boost/Starbucks and/or sandwich if none of the before mentioned apply to you, my lovely caramelised unicorn spleen <3
subway: roast chicken with avocado, salad and southwest on italian cheese; starbucks: oh god i haven’t had it in so long but i used to live on vanilla bean frapps with caramel or salted caramel hot chocolate (only three months til i get real starbucks again) – if i wanted coffee i’d get some from a real coffee shop; boost: is way too expensive and i avoid it!
7. (Please excuse me while I steal a question) List three of your greatest fears or 10 of your pet peeves.
fears – worms and other animals that slither (eels/snakes/legless lizards/especially sea snakes); swimming in really deep water; getting emotionally attached to people
8. What's your favourite film/show/book and why? Who do you like the most and if you could, would you change anything about the storyline?
film: the departed, because it’s just such an amazing story. favourite character is, naturally, leo’s character. i wouldn’t change a thing.
show: game of thrones. again, stannis is my favourite, but also margaery, beric and sansa. i would have omitted the stannis/melisandre sex scenes, they don’t add to the story. also less catelyn.
book: the great gatsby, because i love things that are written simply but beautifully. my favourite character is Jordan, and i wouldn’t change anything.
9. What are three things you like the most about tour room/house/city/country?
room: big ass windows, own bathroom, wardrobe
house: close to important places, cool in summer, the Mexican fiesta theme
city: close to my friends, so many smart people, very close to home
country: the unique sense of humour, landscapes, the wildlife
10. What's your dream mode of transport?
a dog sled
11. How did you come to join Polyvore?
i think i found the link off shopstyle
@princess70xox
1. What song have you had on repeat lately?
as above – all too well. also, we are never ever getting back together. i need it for this guy.
2. What's your favorite snack food?
trail mix made of almonds, cashews, sultanas and m&ms
3. What are you usually doing at midnight?
sleeping... i work 8-4.
4. Do you believe in astrology?
no, i’m meant to be a cancer and it doesn’t fit me at all
5. What's your favorite color scheme?
royal blue and bright orange at the moment
6. Do you kill bugs?
no – they’ll find their way out eventually. also i don’t want to clean up their mess.
7. How often do you paint your nails?
not often, because i can’t be bothered with the maintenance
8. If you could have any animal as a pet, what would it be?
an otter :3 or a japanese dwarf squirrel (google it) or fennec fox
9. What's your favorite holiday?
christmas!
10. A celebrity you look like?
none, really. jennifer lawrence on occasion, according to friends.
11. Dream vacation?
a week in yellowstone, looking at all the wildlife
1. If you were auditioning for American Idol, what song would you sing?
2. Is your bedroom clean or untidy?
3. If you could only wear one designer for the rest of your life, who would it be?
4. What’s your best friend like?
5. Which magazines do you read most frequently?
6. When you’re in an elevator with another person, do you acknowledge them or keep to yourself?
7. What’s your dream field of study?
8. If you could have a fourteen-day holiday anywhere in the world, where would you go and what would you do?
9. What do you hate that everyone else seems to love?
10. What’s the last thing that you made?
11. What is one thing you don’t understand, but wish you did?
tagging people who have probably done this/been tagged already:
@wakeupfarah
@the-wild-things
@mariajane
@coriiiii
@etchasketchinlola
@anonymiss
@luxecouture
@vicks
@elizabeth-kate
@high-fashionista
@ohofkors
1) to tell you a story
2) to fill in all those things you've been tagging me in
you should listen to this song. i have been for a week straight. "you called me up again just to break me like a promise, so casually cruel in the name of being honest" is everything to me right now.
It’s a Monday night and I should be at home because I have to work tomorrow but I’m with you,
and you put your arm around me and I come undone.
We hadn’t talked for two months and I’d given myself so much praise for purging you from my system after that night, but now we’re here again and I feel just like I did the first time.
You’re moving overseas in a week and I’d spent so much time telling my friends how happy I was to see you go, and I was happy because I knew we were so terrible for each other and now we would never see each other again.
But it’s a Monday night and you pulled me apart so easily.
You won’t let me go home, we’ll watch a movie, stay with me a little longer because it’s the last time.
“You have to remember me – if you don’t remember me, who will?”
All of them, I want to say,
but you’re crying and you just want me to hold you like you’re holding me.
I won’t watch Wolf Creek, and now you’re angry, and we fight. We fight about the movie, but it’s not about that, you tell me that I’m not the person that you thought I was. Now I’m crying and I don’t want to be but you keep attacking and I’m so tired and so drunk and I never should have come and you never should have asked me to come.
You send me an email the next day and say you’re sorry, you messed up, you didn’t want to make me upset and you’ll never do it again. You ask if we can still be friends,
but we never really were friends.
I listen to the saddest Taylor Swift songs and I think I might cry over you but I don’t.
Then you’re disappearing, slowly. I delete your goodbye email and tell my friends that I’ve deleted you from my life. I write you a text, it sits on my phone for an hour before I send it.
I want you to want to see me again. I want to ask you if we could have ever been real. If I had another life time, I would have loved you, you’d say. Because you’re leaving I’d convince myself that I could have loved you too, though it’s not true,
but you text back a smiley face.
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Rule 1: Always post the rules.
Rule 2: Answer the questions the person who tagged you has written and write 11 new ones.
Rule 3: Tag 11 new people
@oscar-wilde
1.) how would you describe what you/your perfume smells like [not necessarily the brand]?
my favourite one is very, very strong, like someone has rubbed a whole bunch of flowers in your face. it makes you feel dizzy if you smell it for too long.
2.) 3 things you always keep on you/in your purse?
muesli bar, ebook reader, extra earrings
3.) who is your favourite artist [painting, photography, etc.] ?
i’ve always had a thing for man ray
4.) what time of day do you like most?
8am, because i’m awake and almost at work. 12.30, cause that’s lunchtime. and bedtime.
5.) when was the last time you volunteered, donated, or did something for someone else, even though you knew you wouldn't get a reward?
i’m on the social club committee at work, we organise a lot of fundraising for charities.
6.) when you feel scared/lonely at night, what's one thing that cheers you up?
thinking about the next time i get to see my family/dog
7.) which family members are you closest to?
my brother & half-sister (she’s a mini-me), both my parents, my aunty rae, my living grandma
8.) we usually ask each other what characteristics our 'perfect' soulmmates would have, so let me ask the opposite; what's an imperfection that you wouldn't mind or even embrace your boyfriend/girlfriend having?
being argumentative – i need an antagonist.
9.) do you think you're growing more mature as years pass, or simply just getting physically older?
definitely growing more mature. even in the last week. i mean, changing my entire life last year, living in a different place with all new friends, it’s definitely making me grow up.
10.) what foreign language do you like the sound of best?
icelandic
11.) what is keeping you from pursuing your biggest dream?
money and work experience.
@lilyracheld
1. What is your favourite character from each of your fandoms/favourite books/shows/films ext?
game of thrones – stannis, x-men – emma frost/magneto... i don’t know if i have any more fandoms, per se.
2. Your favourite couple (doesn't have to be romantic)?
stannis and davos.
3. Best mid-night snack?
french onion dip
4. Describe yourself (mental and/or physical) as you would describe a character.
physical: small, mental: neurotic (i love this question but am in no state to answer right now haha)
5. What do you think about 50 Shades of Grey? Have you read it?
i haven’t, and i never will. it's really annoying when my friends try to make me read it. just because they have nothing better to read – i mean i have a reading list that’s fifty books deep. there are so many books out there that are worth my time.
6. How do you have your Subway/Boost/Starbucks and/or sandwich if none of the before mentioned apply to you, my lovely caramelised unicorn spleen <3
subway: roast chicken with avocado, salad and southwest on italian cheese; starbucks: oh god i haven’t had it in so long but i used to live on vanilla bean frapps with caramel or salted caramel hot chocolate (only three months til i get real starbucks again) – if i wanted coffee i’d get some from a real coffee shop; boost: is way too expensive and i avoid it!
7. (Please excuse me while I steal a question) List three of your greatest fears or 10 of your pet peeves.
fears – worms and other animals that slither (eels/snakes/legless lizards/especially sea snakes); swimming in really deep water; getting emotionally attached to people
8. What's your favourite film/show/book and why? Who do you like the most and if you could, would you change anything about the storyline?
film: the departed, because it’s just such an amazing story. favourite character is, naturally, leo’s character. i wouldn’t change a thing.
show: game of thrones. again, stannis is my favourite, but also margaery, beric and sansa. i would have omitted the stannis/melisandre sex scenes, they don’t add to the story. also less catelyn.
book: the great gatsby, because i love things that are written simply but beautifully. my favourite character is Jordan, and i wouldn’t change anything.
9. What are three things you like the most about tour room/house/city/country?
room: big ass windows, own bathroom, wardrobe
house: close to important places, cool in summer, the Mexican fiesta theme
city: close to my friends, so many smart people, very close to home
country: the unique sense of humour, landscapes, the wildlife
10. What's your dream mode of transport?
a dog sled
11. How did you come to join Polyvore?
i think i found the link off shopstyle
@princess70xox
1. What song have you had on repeat lately?
as above – all too well. also, we are never ever getting back together. i need it for this guy.
2. What's your favorite snack food?
trail mix made of almonds, cashews, sultanas and m&ms
3. What are you usually doing at midnight?
sleeping... i work 8-4.
4. Do you believe in astrology?
no, i’m meant to be a cancer and it doesn’t fit me at all
5. What's your favorite color scheme?
royal blue and bright orange at the moment
6. Do you kill bugs?
no – they’ll find their way out eventually. also i don’t want to clean up their mess.
7. How often do you paint your nails?
not often, because i can’t be bothered with the maintenance
8. If you could have any animal as a pet, what would it be?
an otter :3 or a japanese dwarf squirrel (google it) or fennec fox
9. What's your favorite holiday?
christmas!
10. A celebrity you look like?
none, really. jennifer lawrence on occasion, according to friends.
11. Dream vacation?
a week in yellowstone, looking at all the wildlife
1. If you were auditioning for American Idol, what song would you sing?
2. Is your bedroom clean or untidy?
3. If you could only wear one designer for the rest of your life, who would it be?
4. What’s your best friend like?
5. Which magazines do you read most frequently?
6. When you’re in an elevator with another person, do you acknowledge them or keep to yourself?
7. What’s your dream field of study?
8. If you could have a fourteen-day holiday anywhere in the world, where would you go and what would you do?
9. What do you hate that everyone else seems to love?
10. What’s the last thing that you made?
11. What is one thing you don’t understand, but wish you did?
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