So here it is! The big 500 Followers! I just want to say that I’m absolutely blown away by the amount of amazing people who are interacting with me daily, and for those who are brand new and just absolutely wonderful. It’s baffling how many of you put up with my shenanigans. As a reward, here we have my wonderful art giveaway! Let’s get the Prizes out there:
♥ First Place will get a complete art piece. Colour and the works. It can be a fullbody shot of their character of choice, a set of expression icons, , a pair of chibis - even some art more on the risqué side. Not only that, but their blog will get a special promotion from me as well.
♥ Second Place will get themselves a full body sketch of a character of their choice or a set of 3 expression icons.
♥ Third Place will get themselves a headshot of the character of their choice.
Sounds pretty swanky, right? So there aren’t many rules for this giveaway, but follow them closely:
Rule #1: You must be following my blog. Obvious, since this is a follower giveaway.
Rule #2: Only the following count as entries - 1 like, and 2 reblogs per blog. I don’t want to be spamming people with this thing.
Rule #3: The last day for this giveaway will be on December 18th, 2013 at 9 p.m. EST. I’ll pick the winners and announce it the following day.
And there you have it! Hopefully this is good enough to convey just how grateful I am for all you wonderful people.
Bringing this back. Less than a week, friends!
// hey everyone I have decided to extend my 150 follower voice recording to December 18, 2013.
(๏_๏) - I stalk your blog
(¬_¬) - You should go away
(∩ -∩ ) - I really like you(r blog)
(° o °) - you shock me
(^ 3 ^) - I want to kiss you
(>^ ▽^) > - I want to hug you
（°Д°） - You scare me
( T_T ) - You annoy me
(~_~;) - I’m too shy to talk to…
(・・;) - How did I end up here?
(UnU) - you never talk to me
(>∇<) - we should rp!
(≧∇≦) - WE NEED RP SMUT ME YOU NAO
(^///^) - Something too naughty to say
(X ~ X) - Delete your blog
"Marry Willas, come to Highgarden, and be safe. That is what I’m trying to say, Sansa."
"But, will the queen regent and Joffrey allow me to go?" She asked softly. "I-I don’t want your family to get in trouble for my sake Margaery."
He put two fingers on her left breast. ”Even here. In your heart. Can you do that?” (x)
"But please Sansa!” Bran begged. She looked a little strange, but not that bad. “I can’t ask mum because she’ll be mad at me…”
Bran had recently learnt that in his new school, the English teacher certainly did not appreciate him reading ahead and correcting her in the middle of class. In Bran’s mind, he saw nothing wrong. She was teaching the class all wrong, mixing up the characters and the themes. No one could have learnt with the way she was teaching. He had only been there two weeks and already students had asked for tutoring. I was always told I was quite smart, and wiser beyond years.
The students welcomed the help, whereas the teacher was not so impressed. She had requested Bran bring his mother in to speak to her, but Bran couldn’t tell his mother that. She had Robb to worry about. Instead, Bran turned to his sister and this was why she stood before him, dressed in their mother’s clothes.
"Really Bran? Do you even think your teacher is going to believe I’m your mother?" She asked in an exasperated sigh. How did she even come to this agreement with her little brother. Running her hand through her hair she turned to look at herself through the mirror. She did look like a younger version of their mother but still way to young. "I don’t think this will work…" She whined.
Turning her head she allowed Tiloa to get a better look at the dark swollen flesh around her eye. Joffrey had the guards beat her again in front of everyone in court again for his own sick twisted pleasures. “It doesn’t hurt that much…”
She gently pulled Sansa into a hug, letting the girl’s head rest on her shoulder. She stroked her hair and let her cry. She well understood the necessity of a woman’s tears. From the moment she’d met Sansa, she had felt rather strongly maternal toward the girl. She would do what she could to protect her, and to help her not only survive, but flourish in the vipers’ nest that was King’s Landing.
There were no words that she could say at that moment and time. She felt the warm loving hug was almost like one that her mother use to give her when she was still a young child. Clinging on to Tiloa in a tight embrace Sansa stood there crying her heart out into the woman’s shoulder.
"I always wonder what kind of thoughts goes through your mind."
"In a space that she has control over, certainly. Even then, certain people invading that space can make it briefly unsafe." She smiled softly. "Not all of them are liars and cheats. The trick is spotting the difference. There are players, and there are pawns." She tilted her head for a moment, thinking.
"Everyone plays the game a little differently. You are already a very clever young woman. Time, practice, and a few people you can trust…" She lowered her voice for the sake of their mutual privacy. "That is how I became the player that I am. My own home is just as dangerous as King’s Landing, though the threats there tend to be far more overt…"
Listening carefully to every word that was spoken so far made Sansa think more positively about herself. Especially hearing someone telling her that she was a very clever young lady. No one has ever said that to her they all thought she was stupid and that is how she acted. Looking back at it all, that was a mechanism she had used for survival and it had never crossed her mind before until now.
Bowing her head, Sansa clasped her hands in front of her. “Thank you, so much for the advice Lady Tiloa. I will take everything that you have said to heart and I will practice to make myself better.” Lifting her chin she tilted her head to her shoulder and gave a very luminous grin.