“Most people don’t know frost comes in several varieties.
Hoarfrost forms on the ground.
Wind frost forms on plants like flowers.
Soul frost forms in the mind, a wistful daydream spread through fleeting glances.
Dire frost forms on stars, absorbing their heat until the light dies.”
-QuietPineTrees
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@future-ll-evans requested: “Rhaegar and Sister! Reader so he’s not stupid and doesn’t die”
Sibling Incest Warning!
{Sorry, this is a bit of a shorter one!}
In the five or so years since the two had been wed, Rhaegar had never seen his sister so fiercely angry. She’d turned her back on him, and was muttering quiet curses in their mother tongue, her cheeks flushed a deep red. Finally, she turned back to him.
“A Stark?” She demanded, shoving him harshly. “Honestly Rhaegar, what were you thinking?”
He was infuriatingly calm. “She’s beautiful, and I’m certain many men love her, the crown belonged to her.” He flashed a testy smile, keeping his tone pleasant.
In the days following, the seven Kingdoms fell apart.
It seemed as though Ned’s discovery had doomed them all.
The King Robert Baratheon had been badly gored during a hunt, and was confined to his deathbed. In a matter of days, Ned Stark was imprisoned for treason, Y/N alongside him (charged with conspiring with the traitor).
i need my characters to trust/accept help from my cannibal character but he literally just ripped someones face off and the others are generally against that sort of thing
why would he need their consent. he’s their friend now. he doesn’t care if it’s mutual.
Someone caused a worldwide event which killed a good chunk of the population and gave some of the survivors superpowers, but i dont know who
an unpaid intern
if the vampires do the kidnapping, what are you blackmailing the werewolves to do?
erotic boudoir photography
My MC has just discovered that her new lover is a were-sheep (a sheep-shifter). After the expected confusion and dismay, what would she do?
hide her knitting supplies to avoid misunderstandings
It’s going to involve a huge quest with people picking up friends along the way- but I can’t decide where it begins.
in line at the deli
the sheep-shifter already knows about the knitting
a spirited debate about whether anything made with sheep-shifter wool is actually just a gross hair sweater
I’ve got an MC who’s technically undead but her gf is mortal and does ‘die’ while saving her, how do I explain the mortal gf coming back to life after literally being dead for like 10 minutes
undeath, like life, is sexually transmitted
If you’re still doing this, my mc has magical powers that I’m not 100 sure on yet, but basically she’s telepathically connected to what amounts to a demon and it’s slowly taking over her life and mind. I’ve been describing it as her “Gift” but I’m pretty sure it has a physical form and I can’t figure out what it should be.
tamagotchi keychain
I’m doing something with a buncha undead people working at a modern-day bodega, and I’m like … running out of different kinds of things for characters to be?
invent something new and have them be really bitter about the fact that no one has ever heard of the thing that they are
I’m trying to write a self-insert fic but I can’t imagine my reaction to being placed in the main character’s situation to be anything but hiding under a bed and crying from stress for a month straight.
let you
one of my characters has a crush on another character but is both bad at being a person talking to other people and also is trying to solve a murder. how do I make them kiss
they just kinda go for it at an intense moment and it’s ill-advised and awkward
the heir/estate of some semi-important historical person has donated a large amount of mildly interesting historical junk to a museum. a coven of evil vampires desperately wants one of the items. what is it, and why is it important to the vampires?
an embarrassing painting
I have a bad guy that needs to learn how to court a good girl.
check her goodreads for romances she rated highly and then read them
Two characters who bodyswap communicate solely via leaving notes in each other’s phones– why dont they just call each other??
they both have social anxiety
Okay so my plot so far is that the story takes place in a post- apocalyptic faerie-inspired world, and my main characters run like a tavern together. The only problem is, they don’t have anything to do…
someone left a baby in the bathroom and they don’t know if it’s supposed to be a changeling
why can’t my vaguely little mermaid like character just not live near water instead of being stuck with a constant uncomfortable reminder of her past
land madness
My MC managed to find his best friend attempting to summon her father’s ghost in the graveyard after an argument, but it’s having a bad effect on the other ghosts and I can’t work out why.
they’re trying to sleep
i have a character that just wants to be left alone but i need him to join a group of people he dislikes to go on some sort of epic quest. how do i make him do the thing
he was told there would be cupcakes
Stubborn peasant lady drags weird fairy dude on a quest to retrieve her baby (stolen by different fairies) but I can’t decide how she/they should get the baby back
offer to trade a spare baby. this also solves your spare baby problem.
My MC needs to secretly smuggle a sentient AI out of a secure facility, but the AI’s brain is the size of a house. How???
one chip at a time, shoved in their pants
I want the mermaids to be good so I don’t want them to just attack all the ships but how would they know which ships are “bad”?
they smell off
My preteen-teenage MC hates christmas, why?
she’s a pagan communist
How does my MC’s brother get kidnapped? Because his kidnappers are a bunch of tiny humans and he is a big bad dragon who will not hesitate to set someone on fire.
he was told there would be cupcakes
So there’s this group of characters, mages and warriors and such, who work under a good lich and hunt down evil mages and necromancers. Recently, their lich leader has begun to weaken, but why?
the power of friendship has given them a newfound zest for life and it’s unkilling them
@legendsaresooftenwarnings requested “Or the reader is a dancer that over a series of days seduces oberyn with their dancing?”
[Thanks for the request, love! BriefSmut/ general promiscuity warning!]
Her hand trailed along the bundle of sheer fabric. Purple. It must’ve cost them a fortune. Shrugging off the simple slip, she pulled on the costume, smiling at the promiscuity of it all. They wanted her to dance for the nobles, to entertain them. She was a distraction from revenge and politics.
She pulled the veil just over her nose, obscuring all but her eyes. She smiled at her reflection, twirling just enough to catch the light reflecting on her bare skin. She was the very image of temptation.
@reblovesdoom requested: “please euron greyjoy S M U T. maybe he kidnaps her like he did with Yara and he keeps her to himself, always in the ship or whatever”
Non-Consensual Sex, Strong Langauge, SMUT, this might be the filthiest thing I’ve written, so I hope you enjoy, love!
Mentions of Domestic Violence + Strong Language Warning!
{Hope you enjoy! This ended up being a bit short, so, sorry!}
The Maester trailed behind Ramsay, stuttering as he attempted to dissuade the Bolton. “My Lord, the Lady is quite weary, perhaps it’s best-”
Ramsay glared coldly over his shoulder, his mouth set in a firm line. “My Lady is none of your concern. Nor is my offspring. Your purpose has been served, now, stop pestering me.”
The Maester nodded once, frowning to himself.
Everyone knew of Ramsay’s penchant for strong male heirs, particularly his insistence that the Gods would bless him with a healthy son. Though Ramsay had never been devout, he’d exhausted every prayer, every blessing he could buy, all to ensure that the child in her womb would be a male heir.
Y/N made a frantic motion to remove herself from Joffrey, but his firm hands kept her in place. Her cheeks flushed a deep red, and she felt her chest constrict. Gods, she knew this would happen, she knew that there had to be some falling out from this, but she’d only wished that they could’ve gotten more time.
Joffrey, on the other hand, was cool, collected, staring unblinkingly at Jamie. “Evening, Uncle.” He breezed coldly, his jaw set firmly. “You’d do well to knock the next time you intrude.” Annoyance leaked through his tone, and he finally relented, releasing the trembling girl still firmly planted on top of him.
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