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i just wanted to profusely apologize to those waiting for this blog to be more stimulating & active; i have no intentions, by any means, to let this blog go but i'm currently working 60+ hours (aka the worst semester of my life) and muse is just a little short at the moment

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BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD!!! Once you are given this award you are supposed to paste it in the ask of 10 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing will happen, but its sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out. *sends twin love*

oh my goodness, thank you so much lovely! —- apologies, sincerely, everyone for my temporary and unexplained absence. unfortunately life has just been unkind in terms of free time. but this was the best to come back to!

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'try' is not a strong enough word

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                                                          they call him the young wolf,                                    they say he rides into battle on the back of a giant dire wolf                                       they say he can turn into a wolf himself when he wants;                                                   

⊰ they say he can't be killed ⊱

              i. an independent  blog  for asoiaf  and game of throne's robb                    stark.  semi - selective,  multi - fandom,  and   oc  friendly!    all                    manners of styles roleplayed including crack, chat &  novella ;                    the mun has been  roleplaying for 12 years, on tumblr for two,                    but this will be her first time playing a stark child. writings  are                    predominantly headlined by icons & the  mun is  an  absolute                    sucker for angst - especially if it involves the  stark  brood.    a                    number  of  verses  can also be found including the time prior                    to the novel's events as well as au options for after his  death.                             winterfell              |            laws            |               ravens

#۩ my promo ; #۩ out of character ; #; who knew i'd get to recycle my old hades banner lol

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muse meme: john green quotes edition.

“I didn’t need you, you idiot. I picked you. And then you picked me back.”

"I've lived here for ___ years and I have never once in my life come across anyone who cares about anything that matters."

“As long as we don't die, this is gonna be one hell of a story.”

"You keep expecting people not to be themselves."

"You like me anyway. And I like you."

"You're funny, and you're smart, and you may show up late, but you always show up eventually."

"The way I figure it, everyone gets a miracle."

"“As much as life can suck, it always beats the alternative.”

“Nothing ever happens like you imagine it will."

"IT IS NOT MY FAULT THAT MY PARENTS OWN THE WORLD'S LARGEST COLLECTION OF BLACK SANTAS.”

“Poetry is just so emo."

“When I look at my room, I see a girl who loves books.”

“What the hell is that?"

"It's my fox hat."

"What is an "instant" death anyway? How long is an instant? Is it one second? Ten?"

"Instant rice takes five minutes, instant pudding an hour."

“I may die young, but at least I'll die smart.”

“It always shocked me when I realized that I wasn’t the only person in the world who thought and felt such strange and awful things.”

"I just did some calculations, and I've been able to determine that you're full of shit."

“What you must understand about me is that I’m a deeply unhappy person.”

“Have you really read all those books in your room?”

“Sometimes you lose a battle. But mischief always wins the war."

“Sometimes I don't get you."

"You never get me. That's the whole point.”

"Things never happened the way I imagined them.”

"How do you get out of the labyrinth of suffering?”

"I fell in love the way you fall asleep -- slowly, and then all at once.”

“I'm in love with you."

"You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world."

"It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.”

"Some people don't understand the promises they're making when they make them."

"Love is keeping the promise anyway.”

“May I see you again?"

"Patience, grasshopper. You don't want to seem overeager."

"You realize that trying to keep your distance from me will not lessen my affection for you."

"All efforts to save me from you will fail."

“You are so busy being YOU that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are.”

"What is the point of being alive if you don't at least try to do something remarkable?”

“I figured something out. The future is unpredictable.”

“There's some people in this world who you can just love and love and love no matter what.”

“If people could see me the way I see myself - if they could live in my memories - would anyone love me?”

"When you act like that, no one likes you.”

“That smile could end wars and cure cancer.”

“It's just that I learned a while ago that the best way to get people to like you is not to like them too much.”

"Dude, you're such a geek."

"Do you ever wonder whether people would like you more or less if they could see inside you?"

"You know what I hate? The outdoors."

"I'm all about refrigeration and indoor plumbing and Judge Judy.”

"Do you know what your problem is? You can't live with the idea that someone might leave.”

"The only sentence that begins with 'I' that's true of me is 'I'm full of shit.”

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             he  is  reminded ( rightfully! ) of  home; the hearths of winterfell  felt              in  the  expulsion  of  unsteady breaths  &   brotherhood &  it  j a r s              him. heart  stealing  a  rapturous   leap ( as  if  temporarily freed from              the shackles of worry ) in  an  echoing chest cavity long  abandoned              by basic happiness &  the frivolous  concerns of youth.   but he sees              change, too, in familiar faces ---- the advancing acolyte   &  paladin              of   the    north    a    winter's front ( dutifully hellbent, disastrous )              coupled with impregnable strength & loyal earnest. all in black he'd              promised,  observing  the  SOUTH  flying  crow  with a slowly earned              frostbitten  smile  before  it  dies  in  the blackness of a night's watch              abandoned. hands ( callous & tight knuckled! )  clench  over steel  &              iron lest they wring, first, about a beloved neck   for the  laws he  has              broken.  the  answering  cry  for  blood! a haunting echo in a KING'S              mind subsidized only by a greater loyalty to blood, honor & love.                                      the traversing of war-trodden feet is a ruthless execution in red                                      earth. but he manages,  survives!  crossing  the bridge between                                      the chronic angers of battle & the snowy gates of happier days                                      with a needed grasp around strong shoulders.fingers (pleading                                      like the last days of summer before an autumn's death ) wound                                      tight in sable fur and breathing skin. the reality of the situation                                      confirmed in the defiant heart - it's rampant beating too loud &                                      too certain that he was unsure from which brother it threatened                                      to L E A P. & though  he  loathed  to let  go ( in  fear,  too,  jon                                      would vanish - snow caught in the springtime heat ) he did so,                                      if only to look upon him without hindrance.                      ❛ you shouldn't be here,                  once the wall knows you're missing they'll                                 send their men.                           ---------- you'll be labeled a traitor. ❛

   Fear nipped at the heels of his steed as Jon raced across the frigid landscape, the guilt twisting in his stomach as the miles stretched ever on between himself and his abandoned post. The dark thoughts wore away at him with gnashing teeth of regret, and the smothering weight of his rash action, that spelt death for the young man. His existence was uneasy, each day more worrisome than the last, as the nights stretched to weeks and beyond. Jon had long abandoned the black cloth for shades of brown and of grey in a fit of desperation, and had managed to narrowly avoid both starvation and hypothermia. He scoured the frozen tundra until his dark eyes glanced the snarling direwolf of House Stark, the Northern hoards on their long trek South, the brother who now stood as king. 

   Ghost— silent, with tongue lolling red against the pale backdrop of the North— bid them passage through the ranks of men. Each soldier knew of Grey Wind and the dire wolves each Stark child had received, ( if only vaguely ). They were rightfully unwilling to bar Jon’s passage toward the great pavilion, which stood at the center of the congregation. As they drew close, the white wolf paused, nostrils flaring as the long dead scent of his littermate sprang to life, excitement in the lofted wag of his tail. It was then that Jon saw him, standing just outside the ring of guardsmen, a grim look reminiscent of their father set on his youthful features. Years, it seemed, since their last meeting, though at the sharp jump of his voice, Jon could all but smother the smile, ( soft with relief ), that consumed him. 

          “ Stark — ”

#tormentinhonor #۩ v: we are blood bound ; #; i already cannot

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#۩ there's nothing in this world ; #۩ king in the north ;

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             a sheepish grin does well in disguising wolven fangs,                                ❛ ----- apologies, aunt lyanna.❛

 「 •❄• 」;; carneus queenxofxthorns conqxeror ofdragonfiire fallxre

                               ❝ Oh !!                                                   You startled me … ❞

#awolfmaid #۩ v: undetermined ; #; i'm not sure if this is a thing you do but ?? love me? #; i mean in terms of interacting with grown nieces & nephew starks xD

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                          winter was coming -------------            he could feel it in the frigid warmth of blistering wind; the kiss of gods             ( old & new! )  a  breath  of  glacial  warning on a fur-laden t h r o a t.            & yet he remained unafraid - emboldened, stoic  in  the  face  of such            ancient cold; dismissing threats with unslaked fangs & fire; proud  son            of the N O R T H, he howled warning to the  setting  sun  in  reminder            that starks had always held it's bounty & no amount of chill nor fear of            darkness would quench the fire that diligently burned in auburn hair &            wolven bones. certainly not now ----  as  he  stood  beneath  the flying            banners ( a whistling tempest bringing to life the dire WOLF upon it's            front -- it's gaping mouth yet thirsting for golden jugulars ) a boy  king            gilded in silver, closeted doubt & heavy expectations. for  as  bravely            as he'd come  before the legions of his father he had yet stepped forth            into the lion's den,    nor could he predict if he'd step out once he had.                        & it is this train of thought that has effectively  derailed  him  between            the boastful comfort of a boy set to avenge his father, and the  weight            of a M A N' S realization that he could fail.   teeth suckled blood from            a succulent tongue bit too hard; emotions the  primordial  bomb  that            shook him from reason. empty steps ( heavy with purpose ) on a hollow            ground all that carries him home from  the  dread. & a snuffed  breath,            ( ethereal mist on dead air ) bringing  to  his  attention  a horse & rider            that is out of place among the nightly silent & slumbering.                                               ❛ ----- snow? ❛             

#tormentinhonor #۩ v: we are blood bound ; #; because he can't bear to say his name yet #; because he's partly sure he's hallucinating #; and partly aware if he's not jon shouldn't be there #; and doubly aware him being there means bad things for jon #; ps this is also real rambly & do feel free to respond with any length xx

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i changed my theme; it's kind of backwards & cruel because it's red but maybe i'm just a twisted person #yolo

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                 hesitation asserts itself in the fine line of tarnished coral ( chapped lips &                  weary eyes )  uncertain,  still,  as  to  whether or not he should oblige  the                  declarations  of  archaic fire,    or thrust ahead ( the wolven teeth of steel                  proudly bared ) with all the might of a looming winter. his jaw clenches,                  ( incisors the product of fabled canine blood, contemplative, gritting, and                  starved ) but yields -- forsaking the succulent throat of war in surrender to                  a more beneficial concept of p e a c e.                             ❛ i will ensure my men stand down if you can guarantee   that                                 your dragons save their fiery breath for sheeps & lions rather                                                  than              my               bannermen ❛

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            “Your response is very well justified, though I would ask you            once more to have yours lower their weapons. My children do not             respond well to threats, particularly when directed at their mother.“

#abrideoffire #۩ v: wolves of war ; #; i'm excite

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→ V E N G E A N C E

#۩ king in the north ; #۩ you win or you die #; wow pain

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                 their's was a cold precipice; mountainous, savage, riddled with abhorrence -- so                  existed the archaic divide between W O L V E S & lions. he could feel   the kiss                  of   winter   at   his   back.  frigid hands proving themselves a stern lover as they                  wrapped around his throat & he left only to bear unslaked teeth. the feral KING                  of the north. a boy in the shadow of a man. a child in fur. who, with the w i n d                  at his back, did  breach  the  somber faces of bolted doors so that he might find                  comfort  in  the golden oathbreaker within. his greatest success. a gilded knight                  in  shackles  &  he  all  too willing  to replace the bite of iron with the titanous                  strength of the carnivorous if just given a  r e a s o n.                                            ❛ not quite the accommodations you're used to, are they,                                                                         kingslayer?❛                                             & his voice is the hollow chill of winter, cold, restless!                                             coral    lips   paling in the dark as they form a thin line                                             somewhere between insanity & the unrelenting  doubt                                             of  the  uncertain  prince. who,  in  the  wake  of fallen                                             idols & FATHERS did clench his jaw with enough force                                             that even expensive necks might snap between them.                         ❛ did you keep my father in a similar prison                              ------- before your bastard 'king' cut his head off? ❛

#forsakenvows #۩ v: wolves of war ; #; omf i hope this is okay #; please excuse my terrible writing senpai i swear i'll get better ;3;

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                                               immortal.

fun fact, I have no idea what I'm doing but like for a starter anyway?

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ROBOTS OR DINOSAURS?

                             curiosity knitted intrinsically between furrowed   brows;                             the question posed derailed in favor of distraction borne                             of confusion. for he  knew  not of  the existence of either,                             they the fanatical imaginings of past    & future while he                             sat unknowingly  between.  ( but one single speck of gray                             in a great colored spectrum ) T  H  U  S,  when he speaks,                             it is with solemn conviction & vague affirmation. his  the                             bite   of   the    north,    of   the unslaked wolf & w i n t e r                             coupled with the metallic taste of a crown ruefully  worn.                 ❛ do you find amusement in your riddles, my lord? ❛

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      ❝ Gods be good, why would any man ever want to be king? When everyone was shouting King in the North, King in the North, I told myself … s w o r e to myself … that I would be a good king, as honorable as Father, strong, just, loyal to my friends and brave when I faced my enemies … now I can’t even tell one from the other.                How did it all get so confused?

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