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agirlingrey · 5 years
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THE NORTH™ SQUAD.
・゚: * ・゚:* –––––– ✼ ❛ ALYS KARSTARK ( @agirlingrey )  /  ARYA STARK ( @lessonbruise )  /  BRAN STARK ( @wordgave )  /  JON SNOW ( @snowbrn )  /  ROBB STARK ( @wclfcrown )  /  SANSA STARK ( @firstcfhername )  /  TORMUND GIANTSBANE ( @talltalkr )  /  VARAMYR SIXSKINS ( @sixthskin )  /  YGRITTE ( @arcusignis ) ❜
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zcldrizes-a · 4 years
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(terribly belated due to technical issues) Happy Nameday, milii moi ♡ I don’t know what I’d do without you. I love you & I love your portrayals (both Daenerys + Natasha). I couldn't be more proud of how far you've come as a writer. I adore you to bits. & even though it is your birthday, /you/ are the greatest gift that keeps on giving & the kindest soul to boot. Here's hoping your birthday (& this coming year) are filled with all the love, luck & good health. Love you Artie (˶◕‿◕˶✿) *smooches*
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thank you, moya lyubov’ and let it be known that i have actually no idea what i would do without you in my life. you keep me grounded in the bad times, and you’re perpetually part of the good ones, and just when i thought i couldn’t love you more as ygritte, you had to come along and add james to the equation and make my heart break even more ? ( cue more angst filled tags, honestly ) honestly, it makes me so happy that after all this time, i can still call you such a  close friend to me, and someone on here who is absolutely irreplaceable, and someone who i could never comprehend my life without in the slightest. thank you for always making me smile as much as i am right now. i love you, beyond comprehension. ❤︎ 
also please tell your internet / computer to stop keeping you away from me, thank you.
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tocxmply-archive · 5 years
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★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ! ! !
send me a ★ if you think i accurately portray my muse(accepting) // @arcusignis
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          me taking every chance i have to love Bodhi no matter where: and here we have the love of my life, One True Queen in the Real North, red fox to my white wolf, fiery smol to my pouty tol. one of the most talented writers whom i’ve had the honor of meeting, who brought my love for Ygritte beyond the top of any charts, to the point where i don’t associate her with anybody/anything else and not even with George at this point. one of the most beautiful human beings i’ve ever had in my life, so talented, so caring, so kind, so amazing, so wonderful, someone who’ll forever have me in utter awe at everything she creates — someone who makes my life better for existing in it, who deserves everything good in this world, and whom i want to keep loving & admiring & cherishing till the end of my days and then after, when i turn to a wight ❤︎❤︎❤︎
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killthebxy · 5 years
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--- @satincrow​ ---
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^^^the gif in question,
          which falls into the category i have named Moments When Jon Snow Was So Ready To Die --- which in turn breaks my little heart to pieces because it happens far too often. i think you used a perfect choice of word: relief. relief because he knew very well there would be little chance of both of them making it out of this night alive, and that likely both would be dead at the end anyway. it’s the same sentiment we see in the books (remember that Satin is there along for the ride!!!), but in the show Jon is allowed this very brief instant of reunion rather than to find her already post-battle --- and i believe it’s the wildest mix of emotions. relief, joy, regret, fear, atonement, guilt, hope, sadness, surprise, acceptance.
          i don’t think Jon realistically had any hope of having a future together with Ygritte, no matter the outcome of the battle --- and possibly had just as little hope that she would forgive him for what he did. and yet, at the same time... it’s even more heartbreaking when we see him saying things like we’ll go back to that cave, the maester will heal you --- because he was never one for this sort of mindless optimism, and still we see him clinging to it for a little bit because it’s literally all he has left as he’s watching her die in his arms. 
          .....but back to the gif. let’s also not forget that this moment happens literal seconds only after Jon’s smackdown (i swear this pun wasn’t intended) with Styr, and honestly at this point Jon just wants to find a quiet little spot to recover for a bit --- and instead he walks/stumbles across the corner and finds Ygritte with her arrow pointed at his face. so, yes, he was so ready to die ---he was exhausted, injured, seeing brothers die left and right, still not sure if they would manage to push through, in show!canon having sent Grenn to hold the gate against Mag the Mighty--- and likely he believed it would have been the perfect epilogue and exactly what he deserved. wrong to love her and wrong to leave her. and i personally believe that, should Olly not have interfered, Jon would not have done anything to defend himself or to avoid his fate. he would have let Ygritte take his life as retribution for his betrayal, because it would have been well deserved.
tagging @arcusignis for reasons
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Happy Nameday luv ♡
      thank you friend!!! technically it was yesterday but !!!! thank you for this and for being a wonderful presence on my dash over the years <33
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tymptir · 5 years
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❝ why am i no' dead ? i should b' dead .❞ // for Samwell
meme times. not accepting.@arcusignis
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HE’S ONE MINOR HEARTATTACK AWAY FROM A YELP when she suddenly speaks up. he’d told Jon he wouldn’t be fit to take watch. have him sit Edd there, anybody really but him, for what could he do if a wildling girl came at him? a dead Thenn aside, as well as her shackles and the horrible state of her injuries. as it is, however, Sam merely drops the book he’d been submerged in for the largets part of the past hours, with her still unconscious; offering a high-pitched, startled little squeak sounding something like ‘wuah!’. he stares at her then. blinks like an owl, and only when he remembers the shackles does he dare bend forward to pick the book back up. there’s a good ten feet separating them, logically there’s nothing she can do to harm him. logically.
“well, you           you probably should be. hm. but your uh, your injuries were quite easily treatable, fortunately.” the brief smile on his lips is a little twitchy, and Sam cannot, for the life of him, disguise how very nervous she makes him. “you’ll need rest. and uh, little movement unless you want them to, y’know           ” Sam shrugs the shoulders, makes a little exploding motion with his hands. “want them to open up again.” the smile falters then, and Samwell clears his throat. “it’s        it’s Ygritte, right?”
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duskregal-blog · 5 years
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.•°* THE LEGEND OF ZELDA ┆ “ accepting  /  @arcusignis
“ The right thin' — wha' is it ? I wonder… If y' do the right thin', does it really make e'erybody 'appy ? ”
❛    𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 !  𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐀 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋   ❜    ——-    she exclaims with a scoff     ❛      everyone knows you can’t make everybody happy no matter what you do !      ❜       (   no matter how much you’re willing to do, how much you’re bound to sacrifice.  )    a passing thought.    
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              She misses her father dearly.     ---------       Anger writhes within every single time she remembers of the past      ❛   sometimes doing the right thing will undoubtedly give you more foes than allies    ❜    sometimes doing the right thing becomes an inconvenience to others,  to the corrupt and the selfish    ❛    let it be nothing but collateral damage  !      ❜  
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nimueries--a · 5 years
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❝ i believe in some thin's. ❞
 a c c e p t i n g  ➟  american gods sentence meme
ygritte .  // @arcusignis
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              ● ● ●                        ❝ Ah --- but belief in something is always preferable to belief in nothing! ❞ The blonde tosses a wry grin towards the titian-haired woman in all of her untamed glory. Of course, Nimue means every word that she says despite her own religious leanings. Before she had ever believed in any god or goddess, she had believed in herself. She had believed in the heat of a fire, the beauty of a moonlit sky, and - most of all - she had ardently believed in her own hunger for all manner of things. ❝ One need not kneel at the altar of another to find a little divinity. ❞
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thedolorous · 5 years
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❝ you’re no' goin' t' die . i forbid it . a'right ? ❞
hair of fire | @arcusignis
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PANIC CONSUMES EDD as he lies in the snow, blood seeping through his black leathers. he’s a decent fighter, having started as a squire before being taught by jon himself, but it seems that he’s still not good enough. “fuck,” he says lowly, pressing at the slash. he needs to get up or he’ll die – either from BLOOD LOSS or the frost. there’s chaos around him, wildlings fighting the dead, with the small number of night watch among their ranks. he’s got to get up, he has to meet jon at the water – he shifts onto his stomach with a growl of pain, dragging himself through the snow. i won’t die here, he thinks, shakily pulling himself forward. “get up,” he commands himself, but his body won’t comply. “get up –” 
he hears the SCREECHING of the dead behind him and knows that it’s all over. edd squeezes his eyes shut. he doesn’t dream of anything, not of a better life; there’s just fear. he’s not hit. he opens his eyes after a moment, breathing harshly as he continues to weaken. there’s a woman standing over him. ygritte, he realizes, when he catches sight of her red hair. he’s always liked her; she’s strong, brave, and doesn’t give a damn what anyone thinks. 
“aye,” edd says after she’s forbade him to die. he grabs her outstretched hand and pulls himself to his feet. he’s unsteady for a moment before he’s grabbing his sword. “thanks. i owe you. thought i wos a goner. remind me to do something nice for you if we make it to the other side.” he smiles weakly before testing his weight on his feet; they have to run. “let’s get the FUCK out of here.” 
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starkmatriarch · 5 years
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“ Violence for violence is the rule o' beasts. ”
Catelyn could not deny the temptation of such a rule: to return one blow with another, to take life in exchange for a life. By the Gods, how many nights did she think of making those who had stolen her loved ones feel that self same loss and pain. How often did she dream of choking Cersei Lannister by the throat until her lips turned black and her eyes rolled back, as some partial repayment for the all the pain she and her kin had caused Catelyn?
Yet, at times she doubted such a path would lead to anything she desired. It would not bring back those she loved and would only prompt them to take from her again in return. Where would it end? Would it continue until she had nothing left in this world?
But, yet, such violent acts, such terrible acts, could not go unavenged, could not go ignored. 
“But we are not beasts,” Catelyn finally answered, “And so our path is harder. In more ways than one”
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agirlingrey · 5 years
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❛  anonymous  ❜ SENT A RAVEN : unicorn, mermaid and dragon?
UNICORN. ( Tag someone who is So Good, So Pure™ ) @coerulus. She is one of the sweetest people ever, just like the character she writes. If you disagree with me on this, I will fight you. What a precious cinnamon roll.
MERMAID. ( Tag someone who is a positive influence on you. ) Whenever @aelernil appears on my dash or IM, I always feel happier tbh. They make me smile and laugh all the time, and that is the most positive influence of all. Bros and soulmates 5ever.
DRAGON. ( Tag someone who you see as really dedicated to their muse. ) @arcusignis has been writing Ygritte beautifully since I have known her (for around three years, I believe), and even has Ygritte’s book!accent covered ! She is so good at that, that whenever I read the stuff she wrote, I hear Ygritte’s voice in my head. If that portrayal isn’t a sign of dedication, I don’t know what is.
October Positivity Meme  /  ACCEPTING.
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zcldrizes-a · 5 years
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★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ! ! !
𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐀 ★ 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐈 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 !
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well, well, well if it isn’t my wife and other half and loml and fiery smol and actual angel ygritte who is also actual sinful ygritte and genuine sunshine in the form of a person who i love to absolute death in this essay i will -
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sapphireoath-blog · 5 years
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@arcusignis liked [x].
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          brienne is not a DELICATE creature. a hulking thing, she slouches and hulks and plods and hacks -- but when she cleans her sword, her touches are light, thorough, and it is perhaps the one thing she manages to do delicately. the cold BITES through her gloves, seeps into the dark and glittering blade as she polishes blood off of oathkeeper to make it shine once again.           ‘ how LONG do you think this winter will be? ‘ so accustomed to the warmth is brienne of tarth that the idea of encroaching winter is foreign, frightening. ‘ do the wildlings have ways of PREDICTING such a thing? ‘ 
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killthebxy · 5 years
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trading snowflakes for the cloak of protection (always accepting)  // @zcldrizes ft. @longmayshereignxcersei & @needlcd & @arcusignis
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          tumblr is being stubborn and still playing games with the asks and therefore i must be more stubborn and impose my will. because no force in this universe can keep me from gushing about the wife, anyway, so here we go. 
          comes at not surprise that i’m gonna start by boasting about how finally i have sucked you into the FF world, and also we have signed our death sentence in the process and it is now all over officially. 1 (one) night of chatting already gave birth to two verses, now imagine once i tell you about the rest of the games. and from there on, telling you about Silent Hill as well. ...actually i have told you about 2 already, because i remember we got sidetracked talking about Freud. which brings me, exactly, to one of my favorite things about you? --- how we can talk literally of everything and anything, without it ever being awkward or boring or forced. i sometimes say that i don’t even know when we became such good friends and it is true, because it just happened and look at us now. we’re close to have known each other for two years, and we’re still talking and gushing and getting enthusiastic about things like it’s the first day --- actually, we’re doing it now more than ever. 
          and i could also mention how much i adore your writing and portrayal, how you are my roleplay soulmate, how i am never not in awe at how well we have clicked and at the beautiful, amazing, meaningful world(s) we have built (and keep building) together --- by far, and much more than any of my words can express, my snowball would never be the same without your smol fighty queen. but everyone already knows this, don’t they? even if i am still bitter that we were not featured in that google doc tbh, the outrage. guess we’re gonna have to sin more and harder and with more gusto. 
          tl;dr --- i love you my wonderful, lovely, beautiful, amazing, precious wife, to the moon and the sun and stars and back, and not a single day goes past that i do not feel blessed to have you in my life ❤
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urulxce · 5 years
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* 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗆𝖻𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗆𝗈𝗈𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗐 * 💋
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         WROUGHT   IN   HEAVENLY   FLAME   ,   RYAN   GRAYSON   DID   NOT SO    willingly hand out his heart. and yet . . . and yet , she had come along and settled there anyway. he did not command it of her ---- as a god might demand it of his WORSHIP, but rather found himself kissing the ground of which she walked instead. she had taken one look at his WRATH & ruin, had made a home in it, and he could not begin to explain the lengths he would go, the KINGDOMS he would burn, to keep her safe.
                          ❛    I knew you missed me.  ❜ murmured in HUSHED confession against the cusp of her ear, his fingers were searing as they ghosted along her skin, encircling her in manner of POSSESSION adoration. nose pressed into the curve of her neck, nuzzling, his lips following suit as he pressed his own confession against her skin.   ❛  I missed you too. ❜ words saved for only a select FEW.
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gricvance · 5 years
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“ ’m no' sure which o' us ’m tryin' t' convince ”
The Wall couldn’t fall. As months before it had been his and Jeyne’s salvation ( standing tall on the horizon, white against white, numbing the cold biting on their limbs and pain of their wounds with the promise of safety, no matter how temporary, no matter at what price ), now they had to make sure it was everyone else’s. The Night’s Watch had been losing men with each passing day. They didn’t even refuse his help, someone who’s helpfulness had been reduced to handing weapons for those who were still standing, clearing their path of rubble that could limit their movement. Someone that wasn’t sure would serve under oath, someone racing against the clock, life escaping through the fingers he had left. They couldn’t spare no soul.Perhaps that’s why Theon was the first choice ( —expendable,— he thought, as he awaited the men’s conclusion ), when they were forced to consider seeking more help. Lowering themselves, as a fraction of the men so argued, to recruit the wildlings’ aid in battle. There was no forcing it this time. It had to be in their territory, give them the upper hand they never had before. A poor attempt at showing their good will, in a way. And if the man was lost ( there was an obvious hesitance in calling him that, he could see it in the way their lips pressed together trying to hide their disgust ) then no real strength would wasted in vain in their diplomatic mission. As they all agreed, he wore their uniform for the first time.                                _______________________________________________The initial discomfort of his arrival doesn’t seem to shake off. Not entirely. It takes a direct order from Ygritte for them to start walking out the cave, distrustful eyes shooting arrows at the man. It was almost flattering, how they suspected he still had the strength to cause her more than a mild headache after they started their conversation. He’s left alone with their queen, and when Jon’s title falls from her lips, the phantom of a smile crosses Theon’s face. Before he has the chance to answer, the woman retracts her words. She doesn’t want to care, and almost like a promise, she swears it out loud. A pause. “ ’m no’ sure which o’ us ’m tryin’ t’ convince ”
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