thekingwhofell inquired:

Robb x Loras *softly places*
  • who is more dominant in the bedroom?: It depends on the Robb.
  • who complains the most?: Robb? But he has genuine things to complain about.
  • who’s the laziest?: Neither are particularly lazy. 
  • who wakes up the earliest?: Probably Loras.
  • who does the chores around the house?: Neither. They’ve got servants.
  • who is the most protective of the other?: Loras would defend Robb to the death. But Robb is probably more protective of him more so just cause it’s in his nature.
  • who gets jealous the easiest?: (Depends on the thread…) Probably Loras.
  • and a song or group of songs that describes the ship: Howl by Florence and the Machine, Stay with Me by Sam Smith (Florence and the Machine Cover)
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Wait wrong blog.





Who cares lol.

If they can’t handle the Robb x Loras, there’s no place for them in our new world.

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hello yes I’m a writer my daily activities include not writing

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#ooc  #me lately  

*angels singing* oberyn/loras *angels stop singing*
  • who is more dominant in the bedroom?: Loras. Oberyn.
  • who complains the most?:Loras…maybe…
  • who’s the laziest?:Probably Loras cause Oberyn has his whole morning routine that he always gets up for. 
  • who wakes up the earliest?:Both of them. Loras usually knows when Oberyn leaves to go for a walk or to go to Ellaria.
  • who does the chores around the house?: Neither. Servants. Enough said.
  • who is the most protective of the other?:Oberyn probably. He’s very protective of what he loves. He would defend both Ellaria and Loras equally but Loras can handle himself quite well.
  • who gets jealous the easiest?:Both of them. Oberyn is very possessive. But it’s sometimes hard for Loras not to get jealous of Ellaria.
  • and a song or group of songs that describes the ship:I can’t think of one. I’m terrible with this lately. I forget what I listen to all the time….
20 Jul 14 @ 6:43 pm  —  reblog
Anonymous inquired:

You and the Reed boy... Seem close... Is it true you are both lovers of past Kings?

"I’m not sure I understand what you’re trying to get at greyface."



((So i’m guessing this is for the ship meme otherwise oh well…))

  • who is more dominant in the bedroom?: Probably Loras. Jojen is still pretty intense. But Loras is a dominant bottom.
  • who complains the most?: Probably Loras, if at all, because Jojen isn’t the type to complain.
  • who’s the laziest?: Loras doesn’t seem to like to get out of bed in the morning. So Jojen has to be creative to get him up.
  • who wakes up the earliest?: Loras. But he doesn’t get out of bed.
  • who does the chores around the house?: They both probably would in the case of a Domestic!AU.
  • who is the most protective of the other?: Loras. He’s got the combat skills but Jojen would still probably be extremely protective of the Tyrell.
  • who gets jealous the easiest?: Loras. He doesn’t like to share.
  • and a song or group of songs that describes the ship: Cosmic Love by Florence and the Machine…there’s probably a better one but it’s usually playing by coincidence whenever I write our threads.
20 Jul 14 @ 6:35 pm  —  reblog
Send me a ship and I’ll tell you;


  • who is more dominant in the bedroom?:
  • who complains the most?:
  • who’s the laziest?:
  • who wakes up the earliest?:
  • who does the chores around the house?:
  • who is the most protective of the other?:
  • who gets jealous the easiest?:
  • and a song or group of songs that describes the ship:
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George R.R. Martin is the reason why I have trust issues.

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His Winter Rose


Robb’s brow furrowed when the knight spoke, letting the words roll around in his head. He knew that Loras was right. He knew that he had been made King by his own people. And that he had a big chance of winning this war, especially with an army the size of this one at his back. And yet, doubts were still flooding his mind. Doubts about whether this was really the right thing to do. Doubts about whether he could actually win this war. But when the words ‘your father would be proud' sounded, finally, a smile appeared on the young man's lips and he turned his head to look at his Hand. “Thank you,” he said with a small nod of his head.

When Loras’ hand came to rest on his shoulder, his gaze moved down, before placing his own hand on top of Loras’. He gave the other boy’s hand a soft squeeze. “I needed to hear that I guess.” For a moment, he allowed himself to look at Loras, studying the knight’s face. He thought he had an idea of what all the girls saw in the Tyrell. He was a very handsome young man. He knew - for a fact - that his own sister had had an eye on him. It was then, that Robb noticed for the first time, the color fo the young knight’s eyes. Are they… gold? He narrowed his eyes, subconsciously leaning slightly closer. They are

He then realized what he was doing, his cheeks turning a soft pink shade. “Begging your pardon, my Lord. I was…” What? Ogling? Watching? Staring? “I am sorry.” He turned around, facing the castle that they would leave soon enough. “Why eh…” He swallowed hard. “Why don’t we go back to the castle? I am sure the Lady Margaery is waiting for the decision on whether she can come or not.” He was ashamed of himself for staring and wanted to get out of the situation as soon as possible.

"I’m only speaking the truth. There’s nothing to thank me for," Loras replied with a smile. But he knew he was referring to caring enough about what war was raging in the young king’s mind. Indecision. Doubt. Hopefully his words would banish those thoughts.

Loras felt his breath catch in his throat, a small amount of color flushing in his cheeks. Such a simple gesture as placing his hand on top of his put him in such a state. He didn’t quite understand what had gotten into himself lately. “I’m glad I could be of service, Your Grace.” Golden eyes studied the Tully blue scanning over his features. Loras didn’t put any thought to his actions. He couldn’t help but follow the dark stubble circling his jawline. Loras couldn’t help but stare back when his eyes finally met his again. Loras thought his heart had stopped when the young king began to lean in closer.

And then Robb had pulled away. He had fought the urge to close the gap between them. He probably didn’t see him that way anyway and it had only been a few months since Renly’s death. A fresh pang of grief washed over him but he kept it concealed. He wouldn’t let it show. He couldn’t. But Loras would do everything in his power to make sure Robb made it out of this war alive. He couldn’t lose anyone else he cared about, not Margaery or any of his siblings, or any of the Starks because he knew it would destroy Robb. “Sorry for what?” he breathed out. That that had almost happened? "That’s probably best. She’ll begin to think we caught our death out here in the cold." Warmth was what the Tyrell needed right now and he could help but envy his sister that she would be the one to enjoy the warmth of Robb’s embrace.

But he couldn’t fall for the man she married again. The circumstances were much different this time. 

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"No you have not. This… this is not the rebellion." The rebellion, and Rhaegar Targaryen… his sister Elia, raped and murdered by the Mountain, and her children. His breath caught in his throat for a moment, before he got the resolve to move once again, reaching the yard where they could train. Question of bare seconds, before the squire ran with his spear in his hand. The Prince got the weapon from the boy, without such thing as a thank you or something like that - he was far too enraged to be kind to servants. 

The spear had a familiar weight in his hands, as he got used to the feeling of holding it once again - it was heavy, but not too much, and as deadly as always. He caught hold of it with both his hands - 8 feet of wood and iron were not handled with just one hand… Usually he would have showed off a little, but the Tyrell was already holding his own sword in hand… and that meant that there was no more time to play, nor words for all that mattered. So he began to circle against the knight, knowing fully well that his spear had a wider range of action. Let him come to you, his uncle Lewyn had told him as he taught him how to fight with a spear. Don’t be impatient… well, that was something he had never fully learned, in all honesty. 

Loras didn’t say anything to that. The Dornish prince was right. He had lost his family. Where Loras had only lost one person, his king and the man he loved. Loras was a little concerned, he could see the rage thinly veiled in those dark eyes. It would empower him. He was already deadly enough already. Loras would have to be extra cautious or Oberyn could end up accidently hurting him.

Loras stepped back a pace, careful to be just out of the spear’s reach, both of his hands gripping his sword tightly, as he watched the Viper circle him poised to strike. The sun’s harsh light was blinding him but he took the opportunity to angle his sword just right to reflect the light back into Oberyn’s face hoping that it was enough just to gain a minor advantage. Without a moment to spare, he rolled forward and slashed at his waist when he returned to his feet, careful to stay close to Oberyn to make it awkward for him to wield the eight foot long spear. Loras whirled around behind Oberyn, expecting him to strike, and murmured in his ear with a chuckle, "Compensating for something?" He was only teasing and he knew what was really beneath those robes anyway.

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Time to get cracking on drafts. FInally found some time to.

Like this if I owe you so I can be certain that I don’t miss anyone.

20 Jul 14 @ 1:10 pm  —  reblog

why don’t you guys send me your characters name and i’ll put it in this generator and write a starter based on what comes out

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#ask meme  
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I really want a rp partner who loves our ship just as much as I do. Someone who I can trust will be online most days of the week and will actually know my name versus my url. I want to make playlists and have insiders between muns and muses. I know this has been said a million times, but I’m not making this post for people to simply relate to it. I really do want this, like now. please.

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Anyone want to do a thread with me set after A Dance with Dragons?

Like this if you do. Cause I don’t want to spoil anything for anyone who hasn’t gotten the chance to read it yet.

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