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Thread: let no man steal your thyme || for xlilxmissx

Sansas reply was a tad surprising for Stannis. He had heard much of her. As the great houses of Westeros warred and battled, their numbers dwindled. Considering that the North was such an important hinge on Stannis plan for regaining control and eventually taking Kings Landing from his imposter nephew, it was imperative that he know about the Stark children. True, it was the Boltons who now held the seat as Warden of the North, but they were not the beloved noble blood that so many Northmen followed to the brink of hell and back. Only the Starks could inspire that level of commitment. It had been his intention to cajole Robb Stark back into the fold of the Seven Kingdoms with promises of revenge Then the boy made a fools error and crossed the wrong man. With his younger brothers dead, only Jon Snow remained. That was why he made the long trek North. It was surprising that instead of Jon, Stannis got Sansa, but nevertheless, the plan was still in place and somehow, hed managed to kill two birds with one stone. So he knew about Sansa. He knew about the events on the Kingsroad and in Kings Landing. He knew that she had gone down there a prim and proper young girl set on marriage to Joffrey, but after the murder of her father, her brothers, and all the abuse, shed returned to the North someone completely different. Was it for the better? Only time would tell. Good, replied the king, accepting Sansas arm and resuming their walk. It had no purpose other than to keep their blood from freezing in their veins and now that the delicate matter of proposals was done, there was no reason to stay outside of earshot from the men. When she questioned him about the Imp and old lion, Stannis nodded stiffly. It is true. Though you need not call Tyrion Lannister your husband any longer They would have to wait for the official announcement. Stannis was still set on having a suitable fortress under his control before he revealed all his cards. Winterfell would be that fortress and in the main hall, after the bodies were cleared, he would let it be known that he had Sansa, that her marriage was invalid, and that he intended to take her as his wife. All of the Seven Kingdoms would know it then And the Lannisters would tremble in their boots. But as far as Stannis Baratheon was concerned, as well as the septa and maester, Sansa Stark was a maiden. He is long since buried. No one knows where the Imp disappeared to He was to be executed for poisoning Joffrey, then someone released him from his cell. Some suspect it was his brother, Jaime, though I doubt the Kingslayer thought that Tyrion would kill their father before he left on whatever passage was secured for him. Stannis glanced at his betrothed. The news pleases you I was not aware that Tywin was a target of your hatred.
Thread: let no man steal your thyme || for xlilxmissx

As the plotting drew to a close, Sansa expected to be herded back to the carriages. When, instead, Lord Stannis led her into another slow circle around the temporary campsite, she found herself uneasy for but a moment before his words smoothly drew her away from her discomfort and into conversation. She had very little to say in response to his comment about Lord Tyrion, but the mention of Tywin gently drew her brows together as she secretly wondered how much she could say to the man beside. He claimed to be King and her experience of kings told her to be wary at best, and to run at worst. He was a player in Cerseis game of thrones, which likely meant that he was a liar like the rest of them. And she had seen far too many proposals fall apart to believe that she would ever become Queen, or that he would protect her as he promised. Yet the entirety of the Seven Kingdoms seemed to be of the opinion that Stannis Baratheon was no liar and that he was honorable and just to a fault. It was not Joffrey that Roose Bolton and Walder Frey betrayed the King in the North for, she said simply when she knew she could not stay quiet for much longer without seeming rude. She might not trust him, but that was hardly a revealing statement. How could she be expected to not hate the man who orchestrated the Red Wedding? As they walked further, Sansa realized that this aimless wandering was Well, it was pleasant. It had been years since she had been free enough to simply walk. The last time was in Winterfell, certainly, surrounded by her fathers men. Safe and protected. Strangely, while she still did not have faith that Stannis will succeed in his lofty goal of capturing the North and then the Red Keep, Sansa, for the first time since leaving her home, was actually enjoying a walk. The thought was nave, of course, but she could not help the softening of her features and the easing of the tension from her shoulders. Bolstered by his generous revelation of the fates of her enemies and his acceptance of her earlier suggestions, she ventured on, Lord Tyrion is the heir to Casterly Rock with Jamie Lannister still a Kingsguard. Her words were cautious but her meaning could not be clearer. They cannot use her marriage to Tyrion Lannister now, that much was clear. She must be Sansa Stark if the North would rally to her banner. But if they were to succeed in this fools endeavor, If they took Winterfell and marched to Kings Landing She could claim Casterly Rock, perhaps. She would burn it to the ground and make Cersei Lannister watch.
Thread: let no man steal your thyme || for xlilxmissx

Slowly, Sansa was proving to Stannis that she knew far more than he assumed. It was not difficult for him to come to the conclusion that it was Tywin Lannister who ordered the Red Wedding. Tywin was a ruthless man. Hed killed the youngest Targaryens in their beds why would it be so difficult for him to kill Robb Stark and his mother? Of course, the old lion would never bloody his own hands No. Before he had his bannerman, Gregor Clegane, and now he had less honorable houses such as the Boltons and the Freys to do his dirty work. There were times when Stannis was convinced that all the suffering in Westeros was because of Tywins handiwork. Her observations also told Stannis that she was not lacking her education. Hed been concerned that her capture in Kings Landing would have dulled her, but somehow she kept her mind sharp. Good. Selyse had been poorly educated, even for a lords daughter. She was dull whereas Sansa was proving herself bright. That is true for now However I assume that Tommens uncles will quickly pressure him to write off Tyrion from the line of succession. Kevan Lannister will likely be named heir. Stannis did not know what his bride to be was thinking, but the gears were clearly turning in her head. Perhaps shed hoped to take revenge against her tormentors somehow But she didnt speak of her plans and he would not ask, at least not now. Now was simply not the time. Come You must eat. Hed realized hed kept her out in the cold too long as it was soon they would break the temporary camp and continue on their way to Moletown. Stannis brought Sansa back to the carriage and ensured that she was given some bread and cheese, a small but filling meal that would tide her over until they were able to have a proper dinner that night. Before he shut the carriage door, Stannis looked up at the young redhead hed walked around with on his arm, his gaze settled on her soft face. I shall come back to you when we arrive in Moletown, he started, then stopped, the corner of his mouth twitching. If you still intend to dine with me, my Lady.
Thread: let no man steal your thyme || for xlilxmissx

Moletown lives up to its name. Half the town is buried beneath layers of dirt in a massive labyrinthine cellar that reminds Sansa of the crypts beneath Winterfell. Restless from hours in the carriage, she is led down staircases and through winding passages into a structure that she barely recognizes as an inn until she finds herself in a chamber much like the one she left in Castle Black. They do not unload her trunks but provide her with a wash basin, a change of clothes, and a woman who helps her dress and prepare to sup with one of the kings of Westeros. She is clothed in the familiar solemn grey when she meets the Hand on her way to Stannis Baratheon's private rooms. They exchange pleasantries. He is kind and hides his deformity in a glove that makes him appear complete. Sansa still averts her eyes, out of respect or repulsion, even she is not sure. He does not offer his arm in the formal fashion that all lords escorted ladies in the Red Keep. She is relieved. There are very few men whose touch does not force her into a secret panic these days. They arrive early and Sansa seats herself to the left of where the King would sit, leaving the right to be occupied by the Hand. She tries not to think about how small the moment makes her feel as she waits for Stannis' arrival. Servers enter first, offering wine and tending the already roaring fire. Despite their shared admission of hunger, both refuse to eat before their King. Instead, they talk, openly studying one another, noting wariness and hidden wisdom in the other's conversation. Ser Davos is surprisingly easy to speak with. He is ridiculously unguarded and is Stannis' man through and through. She finds his lack of lessons in complicated court intrigue refreshing. Sansa allows herself the heated wine and secretly revels in the warmth of the room and the slow - so slow - loosening of the tension perpetually knotting her spirits, but this doesn't last long. When the Baratheon king enters, her back straightens and both she and the Hand rise in formal greeting. My King, they both hastily say, and Sansa, despite herself, realizes the corner of her lips had twitched in rare, child-like, amusement.
Thread: Banished on an island

Sounds interesting. I'd be willing to give it a go.
Thread: Banished on an island

Bump. Still wanna do this, if anyone is interested.
Thread: Banished on an island

I'm interested!
Thread: Banished on an island

This is good, hope I could find more people before I start this up.
Thread: Banished on an island

If you're looking for a warrior, I'd be open to joining.
Thread: Need some advice - it's called THE PUSSY PASS

RE Need some advise - it's called THE PUSSY PASS Saw this in an anime once. It was pretty lame then, it's pretty lame now. The only difference was that if that guy didn't fuck the girl within a time limit, ninjas showed up and jerked him off. Because anime, that's why. This is just not really that interesting.
Thread: Need some advice - it's called THE PUSSY PASS

Fair enough! I appreciate you taking the time to read!
Thread: Need some advice - it's called THE PUSSY PASS

It was very hard for me to read in present tense. I'm not a fan of the idea, but it could work if A. The writing was easier to understand. B. The starting point was not dialogue. Introduce the character and his personality. Make your reader relate to himChances are the only niche for this idea would be other males. C. More descriptions would better help me visualize. Your description of the female was pretty weak and it felt rushed. Something like, He moved to pick up the strange looking card, and then took a glance around to see who might have dropped it. A flash of red hair obstructed his view, and he squinted to get a better look. It was definitely a female, who looked to be of average height. She wasn't too large or too slim, but from what he could tell, she had an amazingly plump looking backside that his eyes gravitated towards. In that moment of distraction, she was gone as quickly as she had appeared. Basically, work on your writing. Your idea may excite you but if your audience cannot visualize what you are seeing, no one will be interested in it.
Thread: Need some advice - it's called THE PUSSY PASS

Squishypink said Saw this in an anime once. It was pretty lame then, it's pretty lame now. The only difference was that if that guy didn't fuck the girl within a time limit, ninjas showed up and jerked him off. Because anime, that's why. This is just not really that interesting. Click to expand... Haha, really? Damn, now I'm curious, Pink! What is the name of the anime?
Thread: #‎nightlove

He rubbed himself against her as so that she could feel how hard he was getting, and she moved her hips back and against him so that they were both grinding against one another. He pulled her panties down and she stepped out He unzipped his pants and lifted her dress from behind. She moved her legs apart and leaned down onto the kitchen counter and she felt him slide himself inside of her.He grabbed her by the waist and began pushing into her hard and fast.
Thread: A Hammer and a Batarang (Krystal x Redstreak)

Harley was sick of this shit. She was pouring her heart out to help the man she loves, and all she got in return was broken promises. I'm sorry puddin' but I just can't do this anymore. I still love you, but in being friends with Ivy, I realize I deserve better. She told the joker softly, her red and black heels clicking as she started to walk away. Her heart couldn't take this abuse anymore, and she needed out. Little did she know, it wasn't as easy as just that. The joker in his unrealized feelings took it out on Harley in the only way he knew. Violence. The pretty clown woman was beaten brutally with a crowbar, then given the laughing gas. It wasn't quite enough to kill her though. She laughed and cried hysterically after Joker and his henchmen had left, hoping someone would find her. While she could heal quickly, she still needed medical attention. Unfortunately, if she wanted that, it meant going back to arkham. That place was more a place to drive you crazy, rather than a place to recover from crazyness.
Thread: Is He A Lover or A Fighter {guitarfan2810 & WrittenFantasies}

Jake woke up early and pulled on a t-shirt and some athletic pants. Sliding his shoes on he grabbed a hoodie pulling it over his head as he started out of his apartment. There wasn't much to his apartment it was a simple bachelor pad. He hardly ever had guest over and if he did it was his trainer. Once he got down the steps he began his morning run. He tried to clear his head but it was hard. There was a lot of pressure on him to win the next fight. Jake was struggling to keep weight as he had gained muscle which added some weight to him. Jake wasn't exactly liked around the gym. He stayed to himself and most people thought he was stuck up. Truth was he didn't need many friends and didn't trust a lot of people. He had been burned way too many times. Not just friend people he knew but family too. He didn't have many people he would call his family anyway. After his long run he got home and grabbed a bagel with peanut butter for breakfast before he headed to the gym. His trainer Luke was there waiting when he got out of the locker room. He taped up his hands to get started working on some drills. He forgot that he had a meeting with a potential new assistant. He didn't want one but in order to fight in the organization he had to have one to set up his interviews and such. The last assistant he had work for him quit cause he yelled at her too much. He was rolling around the mat with Luke when the new assistant arrived.
Thread: Is He A Lover or A Fighter {guitarfan2810 & WrittenFantasies}

Growing up with four boys wasn't easy. Especially since she was the youngest and they all liked to pick on her. They would tell her she couldn't do something and she work her hardest to not only do the thing but do it better than them as well. It was fun proving her brothers wrong and it helped her grow into the type of woman that liked to prove people wrong. Her mother told her she wouldn't survive in the real world without a college degree. While it was harder it wasn't impossible and she was glad to say that since the three years she has been out of high school she has not asked her parents for a handout. She didn't see the point in going to college right after high school when she didn't know what to do with her life. She wasn't going to put herself in debt to appease her mother. Her father wasn't happy but he supported her. It helped that she was his only girl and his favorite child though. To get by at first was hard. She was barely making enough. She got a few straight laced modeling jobs but for the big money she had to strip down. So she did some bikini modeling if you could call them bikinis. The fabric was barely big enough to cover a nipple and the material was thin no woman would dare wear them in a pool. Surprisingly the bikinis really were for sale, but the pictures were too. She didn't read her contract as well as she have. When she got her paycheck she didn't care who the pictures were going too. She kept modeling until her brother saw a picture of her in a tiny thong looking over her shoulder with her hands covering her breasts. Not the perfect picture to bring up at a family dinner especially not a catholic family. She didn't quit for them. She quit because she didn't want them to see any more photos like that. They might come across them but at least she could say it was an old picture. She didn't want to spend all of the money she saved up so she had to take another job which was why she was standing outside of the gym. She slipped out of her car and walked through the front door. She took her Ray-Bans and slid them up to the crown of her head. She walked to a ring and saw her new boss. Word on the street was he was the hardest man to get along with. He went through assistants so fast that they were having a hard time trying to find someone that wanted to take him on. She loved a challenge and he seemed like the perfect puzzle. She walked to the mat he was on and introduced herself, My name is Adriana . You can call me Adri. I'm your new assistant. She wasn't wearing what most people wore to their first day on the job but this wasn't a normal first day. They were in a gym, she might as well use the time wisely. She could still tend to him and get a workout in. She had on a pair of Lululemon compression shorts, sports bra and lightweight tank top with nike shoes. Her light brown hair was swept up in a ponytail and her face was lightly set up with a cat eye and nude eyeshadow.
Thread: Is He A Lover or A Fighter {guitarfan2810 & WrittenFantasies}

Jake stopped what he was doing and his trainer sighed. Moving over to the ropes of the ring he was in. His eyes looked her up and down. She was definitely easy on the eyes but would she able to handle him. He had no idea, but figured she wouldn't hack it like all the others. Well Adriana, I'm in the middle of training. Rule number 1, don't interrupt my training. See this guy here... He pointed to Luke. This is Luke. My trainer. He turned back to her. I pay him. Just like I pay you. So when I'm training I'm on his time. You are on MY time ALL the time. If I need something at 3am...I will call you and you will answer. That's rule number 2. We following so far or do you need to write this down? Luke kind of smiled and shook his head. Jake could be such an ass sometimes, sometimes he knew he was being an ass just to be one. In this instance he meant what he said but he also wanted to see if Adriana could handle it. My training is important. Especially now with this big fight going on. And since you already interrupted us, I'll go through a few more rules. Interview, I understand I have to do them but bring them by me before you just book them. You will learn certain people, I will NOT do an interview with. Plus since you're here after my workouts I like a post workout shake or smoothie. I have recipes in my bag in my locker. You can go get those and get me one all set for when I'm done. Also you don't just show up at my house. I have chicks over if you just show up they don't think you're my assistant they think we are screwing and I don't need that drama. If you don't hear from me you can show up here every day at this time and do you work here if you need to. Just don't interrupt my training. Any questions or can I get back to work? His last assistant didn't like to be talked to the way he talked to her and didn't like all his rules. She didn't feel like waiting on him hand and foot. Jake didn't care. He wanted an assistant to do certain things and for the money he was paying he didn't understand why they couldn't do what he asks. He didn't feel like wanted a lot. But the more he kept them busy the less personal information they asked him.
Thread: Is He A Lover or A Fighter {guitarfan2810 & WrittenFantasies}

Jakes rules were easy enough to understand. They were made even easier by the way he was speaking to her. She felt like a child but h would quickly learn this kitten had claws. Sure she worked for him but that was no reason to be an ass. Im following. She said keeping her voice even and a smile on her face. She needed the job and wanted to see just what made everyone quit. Surely there was more to him than a bad attitude right? Training was important but he continued to talk. It wasnt a bright idea but who was she to argue? Her first task was to get him a smoothie. That wouldnt be so bad. Then he was worried about what other women thought when he should have been training. You can stop monologuing. I have everything under control. She smiled and walked away from the ring. She went to his locker which had his name labelled above it. She dug through the bag and found a pair of panties along with the recipe cards. She washed her hands before returning to the gym floor. She read through the cards while sat on a bicycle. The recipes were all high in protein but healthy. She thought Jake could use a little chocolate because it made people feel better. His attitude could use an adjustment so that was the best bet. She couldnt find a recipe with chocolate in it but she did find a peanut butter banana smoothie. She watched Jake and Luke with out really watching them. She checked for signs of the workout coming to an end. When she felt it was the right time she walked to the small kitchen in the back and started to make the smoothie. Just in case he wasnt in a peanut utter mood she also made a berry blast, as it was called on the card. She put them both by the ring and which ever one he didnt drink she would take. The agency that hired her gave her his assistant phone. So she had every number she needed and everyone who wanted to get into contact with him had her number. She was already told the rules of the phone. Never put it on silent or vibrate. Get accustomed to hearing the ring tone. Always answer it. The most important being never ever lose the phone. This phone was her life from this point on. She had a goal to see him retire with this phone and she would see it through. She wondered if she should grab the stuff from his locker but she figured he would take a shower before he got in his car.