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Oh heart of steel, don’t kill thy song
That sings so we, can heal the harm inside

29th Jul ・ 1 notereblog

I am  R u i n a t i o n

29th Jul ・ 4 notesreblog

"You were meant to be my balance, Alina. You are the only person in the world who might rule with me, who might keep my power in check. "

An instrumental playlist for "Start a War" by gizkasparadise

It takes her three hundred years to love him again.


26th Jul ・ 33 notesreblog

If I could wish for anything in this world, it wouldn’t be  jewels or a coach or a palace in the lake district. I’d wish to be a true Grisha again, of  course—but short of that, I’d settle for a lock on my chamber door.

Genya Safin - The Tailor


23rd Jul ・ 75 notesreblog

It hurts, but I can bear it. Because I’m a doll, and a servant. Because I’m a pretty thing and a soldier all the same

Genya Safin - The Tailor


22nd Jul ・ 60 notesreblog

“Once more,” he said. “Speak my name once more.”
He was ancient, I knew that. But in this moment he was just a boy—brilliant, blessed with too much power, burdened by eternity.
“Aleksander.”
His eyes fluttered shut. “Don’t let me be alone,” he  murmured. And then he was gone.


20th Jul ・ 26 notesreblog

"How’ve you been?  How’s the fancy architecture gig?"

She rolled her eyes.  ”You wouldn’t even begin to understand if I  told you.”

"Probably not," he agreed, "But I get points for asking, right?"

Myrcella - drabbleverse

19th Jul ・ 2 notesreblog

She mourned that little girl, missing her two front teeth and trailing her son through the back yard, looking for Easter Eggs, the little girl who had insisted on curling up in her Aunt Lyanna’s lap because Aunt Lyanna was more exciting than her mother, (…) That little girl, that happy little Arya was gone.  She might have been gone the whole time.

Lyanna - drabbleverse

18th Jul ・ 7 notesreblog

Lyanna had never wanted a family.  At least, not a family more than she’d had growing up.  Brothers were fantastic.  But the thought of a husband and children?  Not for her.  Never for her. 
(…)
Jon was everything, he was Elia, and Aegon, and Rhaenys, and Brandon, Ned, Benjen, and her—everything that family was, everything that it had been, and everything that it could be. 

Lyanna - drabbleverse


17th Jul ・ 21 notesreblog

He was laughing like a child, turning briefly to backpedal away from her, as if to make sure she were following him, before he turned around again and ran even faster.  ”Oh, I’m going to kill you!”

"You’ll have to catch me first," he sang over his shoulder.

Missandei - drabbleverse

16th Jul ・ 14 notesreblog