Jojen Reed

Jojen Reed, a boy of 13, son of Lord Howland Reed of Greywater Watch. -independent roleplay blog.- M!A: Accepting I will play with people from any fandom. I will not do smut because Jojen is 13 years old. If he's aged up for a thread this can be discussed and mun is 19 so it's not illegal. Tracking the tag amanwhoreeds. Side blog to shootingpolitely FC: Thomas Brodie-sangster

[amanwhoreeds]

“Come swim with me!” Bran calls, he’s paddling around sloppily in the pools of the godswood. Without his legs he has to work twice as hard with his arms but he can still swim. “Meera’s coming soon too! She’s just sparring with the Walders right now.”

Jojen hesitates for a moment, but the water looks nice, so he nods. “Alright,” he says and gets up from where he was sitting leaned against a tree. He hurries to take of his shirt and trousers, then joins Bran in the water. It’s cold, but it only takes him a short while to get used to it, and soon he’s swimming along with Bran. 

[amanwhoreeds]

❝ I just thought I should open those big bright eyes. ❞

Jojen’s eyes were fixed on Arya, who had just yelled his name to get his attention. He’d been caught up in his own thoughts, apparently with his eyes shut. He smiled an apologetic smile. 

“Sorry, I was just thinking,” he explained, as if it wasn’t obvious.” 

[amanwhoreeds]

@strengthanddevotion

"You tell mom and dad about this and I'll kill you." Meera says, hauling herself back into Greywater Watch via the window in Jojen's bedroom. It was late, past midnight but she didn't need her parents knowing she was out.

Jojen looked up from the book he was reading, and slowly closed it and put it away. “I won’t tell if they don’t ask,” he said, his tone calm and collected as always. “What were you doing out?” 

[amanwhoreeds]

strengthanddevotion: 

Bran pushes himself up a little farther, until he’s as far up as he can get on his own. “Prepared to die?” He frowns. “A-are you going to die? Did you have a dream about it?”

Jojen sighs, “Most people die, Bran, but you don’t need to worry about it. I am not dying yet.” It is not Bran’s struggle, and Jojen suspects if he says too much Bran will be reluctant to do what he has to do.

[amanwhoreeds]

strengthanddevotion:

“Well that doesn’t sound very fun. I prefer to imagine being a knight. Have you ever pretended to be a knight?”

“Sometimes, when I was younger. I read about them sometimes. And I don’t imagine it because it’s fun, but sometimes you have to be prepared.” 

[amanwhoreeds]

lorasthethorned:

Loras studied the boy in mild disbelief. “Were you never trained? How old are you?” he asked, sheathing his sword.

Perhaps northern customs were different, but he found it odd that the boy would be unable to find a knight to squire for, unless he was of lowly birth. But no, there was a sigil on the boy’s tunic, some sort of black reptile on a green field. The green was much duller than the bright emerald of House Tyrell. Perhaps Loras should have paid more attention to his heraldry lessons when he was a boy, but learning all of the northern houses had seemed pointless, especially the minor ones. His interest hadn’t reached much farther than the Reach and the Stormlands, nor did he ever think he’d be tasked with guarding a northern castle.

“What is your name? I’m afraid I don’t know your sigil.” he said, pointing to the boy’s tunic.

“I’m thirteen,” Jojen stated, “and I had some training, but it doesn’t really interest me. Fighting is my sister’s field.”

Most boys in his position was trained from a young age and squired for an appropriate knight, even in the North, but they did things differently at the Neck. and Jojen had the opportunity to do things he found more interesting instead. 

“My name is Jojen Reed, Ser. I’m from house Reed of Greywater Watch.” 

[lorasthethorned-deactivated2022]

( Starter for @amanwhoreeds )

For once Loras welcomed the chilly air of Winterfell as he brought his sword down on Ser Rodrick’s shield, knocking it out of the larger man’s grasp. Lying on his back with his last defense gone, the northman could do nothing but yield. Loras could tell from his scowl that he didn’t enjoying being bested by a young southern knight, but Loras courteously offered to help him up all the same.

By now Loras was well aware that some of the northmen were not thrilled by the presence of southern knights at Winterfell. But most, like Ser Rodrick Cassel, accepted it begrudgingly, for it was what their king had commanded. The men from the Stormlands and the Reach were not too pleased with the situation either, having spent their first fortnight trying to stop shivering. The commissioning of warmer clothes brought some comfort, but most were still not used to the less polished customs of the North.

Loras more than anything wished that he could be by his sister’s side as a member of Robb’s Kingsguard. Being commander of the southern forces at Winterfell was a great honor, but there were days he wondered how important his role was. He was to guard the hold against invasions, but thus far there had been none. If not for his sparring with the castle’s master-at-arms and his own men, he would have grown quite restless.

Once Ser Rodrick had begrudgingly complimented Loras’ skills and walked off, Loras noticed a boy watching him from the edge of the training yard. He had seen him before with the Stark boys, but he could not recall what house he belonged to. With his sword held loosely in his hand, he approached the boy.

“You there, squire. Do you want a go?” he asked, brushing the damp curls from his eyes.

[amanwhoreeds]

Jojen was standing to the side, watching as Ser Rodrick was sparring with Ser Loras Tyrell. The young man from the Neck had heard about ser Loras Tyrell of course, and knew even before meeting him that he was supposedly the best knight in the seven kingdoms. It was something quite different to see him in action though. 

Jojen was no fighter, and had no interest in it, but he quite enjoyed watching the knights train. He’d always enjoyed watching as Meera trained, and while this was certainly different from how they trained at Neck it was fascinating to watch. 

Eventually Loras managed to knock Rodrick’s shield away, leaving the proud northerner with no choice but to yield. As Rodrick walked off Loras came toward him, and asked if he wanted a turn. 

“I’m afraid you’re mistaken, ser. I’m no squire,” he said, looking at the knight, “and I’m not much of a fighter.” 

[amanwhoreeds]

February account wide musical starter marathon || other starters here

“I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory” 

[cababee]

‘popular wealthy bitch who owns the school and intimidates everybody but is secretly crushing on the soft boy with the puppy dog eyes who’s totally so unaware of it’ plot pls. 

[otpnerd]

Imagine your OTP/🌳/ OTP Prompt

Imagine that person A sits in a tree to read and observe, at a certain time every day. They always climb a high as they can, and are often consealed by foiliage. Now, imagine that Person B starts coming to that tree one day, about a half an hour after A, but they just sit under it to do the same thing. So, they don’t notice A; however, A notices B and at first don’t say anything because they assume it’s a one time thing, but it’s not. As time goes on they wonder if they should say anything, or just keep observing B, and start looking forward to when they come. However, one day before they can make up their mind, they drop their book…

[patrocles]

asoiaf fancast meme - older versions of existing characters

When Bran Stark was a child, all he wanted was to be a knight as brave as Robb. The second part was true, truer than anyone could ever know. To some he was still the broken boy of Winterfell. To others, he was a mysterious all-seeing three-eyed raven and agent of the old gods. To Jojen, he was simply Bran, who smiled less, but was no less easy to love. And all of these things were true. He held a whole universe inside him, even if some days all he wanted was to simply wanted to be Bran. 

alex hogh andersen as bran stark

alex meraz as jojen reed

q’orianka kilcher as meera reed

[amanwhoreeds]

agirlofwinterfell:

“I just have to wait for Myrcella to come up again, then I can be cool again.” She nods her head, running her fingers through her hair to try find the faded indigo streaks.

Jojen smiled ever so slightly, “I didn’t mean that you’re not cool without them.”

[amanwhoreeds]

agirlofwinterfell:

“Thanks.” The streaks had faded now, but Arya did miss them. “I’m thinking of putting them back in?” Her cheeks felt warm, but she hoped he wouldn’t notice. 

Jojen smiled, his own cheeks a pleasant pink shade, “I think that would be cool,” he said, trying to maintain a sort of cool vibe. 

[amanwhoreeds]

@agirlofwinterfell liked for a lyric starter ages ago, so here is some modern Jojen

“ You looked really pretty, er- It looked pretty cool when you put indigo streaks in your hair “

[amanwhoreeds]

Wolves and frog eaters

[amanwhoreeds]

agirlofwinterfell:

She nodded her head, biting her lip before sitting down. “Nothing wrong with reading books. I like using the bow just because I can use it.” Theon had been patient in teaching her, away from Father’s, Mother’s, and Sansa’’s prying eyes. Unlike her septa he never insulted her. 

“Mayhaps.. do you want to learn?” There was no point if he didn’t want to learn. “We could read books, if you like, instead?” She wouldn’t particularly mind that. Arya was good at reading, and arithmetic, and she loved stories. Learning was good, when she could be interested.

Jojen smiled, looking at her. He didn’t want to learn, but he really ought to, and it would be a good way to connect with Arya. It was charming how she offered to just read instead, though. 

“Well, I wouldn’t mind learning. I can’t always rely on my sister to be there to protect me, can I?” He shifted slightly, “Although if you would rather read or do something else, I would be happy to indulge. I’m sure there are a lot of things to occupy your time with in a place like this?”

[amanwhoreeds]

Wolves and frog eaters

@agirlofwinterfell

Jojen reed was a gentle, quiet boy. Where his sister was a great hunter he preferred reading. He was the heir to Greywater Watch, but unlike other lordlings he spent little time training with swords or bows. He was all in all a peculiar boy. He was two and ten when his father sat down with him to talk about marriage. His close friend, Ned Stark, had a daughter some years younger than him, a girl not so much unlike Jojen’s sister apparently. Jojen had no objections, he loved his sister. Before anything was decided though it was decided that the children ought to meet. And that’s what brought Jojen and Meera, with some of their father’s men to Winterfell. 

The castle was impressive, and Jojen had to admit he was excited to meet Lord Stark whom his father cared so much for, and the Stark children. Yet he was nervous, especially when his eyes landed on Arya as they were greeted in the court yard by the whole family. Did she know why they were there, or did she just think they were there to see some of the world outside the Neck?

It was later, after dinner, the boy first ended up alone with Arya. He had been settled in a room and met more new people than he had in years, but right now there was no one else around. Meera was talking to the older children, and Bran and Rickon was off somewhere. 

“I hear you are quite good with the bow,” he said, trying to start a conversation.

[amanwhoreeds]

It wasn't strange to Jojen for a girl to know how to shoot, but he knew that the rest of Westeros was a lot different from the Neck. It was good that Arya got to do what she liked anyway though, it was silly that some people thought women shouldn't have weapon training if they wanted.

"No, Meera is the fighter. She jokes that she had to learn because I need her to protect me, but she isn't entirely wrong. I am better with books than swords." He wondered if that made him weak in her eyes. His father had asked him to try to make her like him, and he supposed he should make an effort.

"But I think my father would be grateful to you if I came home able to fire a bow, perhaps you could teach me, if you have the time?"

[amanwhoreeds]

Wolves and frog eaters

@agirlofwinterfell

Jojen reed was a gentle, quiet boy. Where his sister was a great hunter he preferred reading. He was the heir to Greywater Watch, but unlike other lordlings he spent little time training with swords or bows. He was all in all a peculiar boy. He was two and ten when his father sat down with him to talk about marriage. His close friend, Ned Stark, had a daughter some years younger than him, a girl not so much unlike Jojen’s sister apparently. Jojen had no objections, he loved his sister. Before anything was decided though it was decided that the children ought to meet. And that’s what brought Jojen and Meera, with some of their father’s men to Winterfell. 

The castle was impressive, and Jojen had to admit he was excited to meet Lord Stark whom his father cared so much for, and the Stark children. Yet he was nervous, especially when his eyes landed on Arya as they were greeted in the court yard by the whole family. Did she know why they were there, or did she just think they were there to see some of the world outside the Neck?

It was later, after dinner, the boy first ended up alone with Arya. He had been settled in a room and met more new people than he had in years, but right now there was no one else around. Meera was talking to the older children, and Bran and Rickon was off somewhere. 

"I hear you are quite good with the bow,” he said, trying to start a conversation.