𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵、

[joliehunts]

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[bearvalor]

does anyone do modern got in twt????

[salzrand]

hey! do you take a request? was wondering how jorah would look like with lynesse together and you can compare it to when he is with Dany, I think the stark difference would be so interesting to see !

I could imagine something like this? That was a great request and fun to draw, thanks a lot 🥰

[lou-stat]

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Jonny Greenwood’s soundtrack for Phantom Thread is nominated at the 90th Academy Awards for Best Original Score.

[seerspirit-blog]

make me choose: chaos-lion: asked: jorah mormont or daario naharis? ↳He lied to me, informed on me, but he loved me too, and he always gave good counsel.

[sagamemes]

                                     you are expendable                                                                                 because you’re a SOLDIER

                                                 and soldiers sacrifice themselves                                                           so others won’t have to

[bearvalor]

𓂅 ⠀ཾ༵࿇   𝙻𝙰𝙳𝚈     𝙻𝚈𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙰 ;    𝐢 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞   、

    @bearvalor· ♡’d FOR A STARTER

          ‘  𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍,  ’      she addresses neatly, taking the silence as an uneasy prompt to sit beside him.   her glance up toward him is brief yet she does not meet his eyes.   there is too much of family in them;   too much of mother;   too much of dacey and her sisters.   for now, she casts her gaze back to the gritted floor.     ‘  you could always…   COME HOME after all of this.   as it happens, i am in need of an experienced swordsman.  ’

𝙰                   𝙱𝙰𝙱𝙴                   𝙷𝙰𝚂                   𝙶𝚁𝙾𝚆𝙽            ,         the         forgotten       glee         that       once       clutching        o’er       the       calloused        fingers       in        momentary        remembrance       of        the         babe’s        visage          who       was        sleeping        soundly          in         the          crib          upon        the       dawn           of          his          𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞          to        shame        ──────—–             the           babe           who           had           been           bestowed       by           * 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄           ‘pon           her         name         ,            the           young           lady           who           bore           its           name           with           such           dignity           in           such          𝐀𝐆𝐄           ;           as           if           an           illusion           of           𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒           looming              within           kinship           ,           she           shouldn’t           have           spend           her            last             moment           of           tranquility           with           a           disgrace           ,           a           traitor           *&.           yet           !!           𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘           𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬           𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗡𝗗           ;            blood             thicker           than           wine

  “           i        would       be       𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐃           to        come         to        bear        island         ,           with            your          permission          ,             milady             ”            suffocating          distance           ,           too           much           unexpected           rush           of           emotions           ──────—–            of           duty           ,           of          𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠          ;           this          is          what            he                wanted              ,            wasn’t          it          ?         to         be            welcomed            𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄            .            .            *&.            yet            ,            it            feels            so            surreal            ,            so            𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒏            ,             “             that             is              if            i’m            not            needed            𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒        ”         𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇            𝐓𝐇𝐄          𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍             𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍

[mormontofrivia]

Jorah Mormont + Heartsbane

The Long Night anniversary

[bearvalor]

𓂅 ⠀ཾ༵࿇  𝙰 𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙻𝙴 𝙱𝙸𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚅𝙴𝙽 ;   𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 、 .

﹝ ♚ ﹞ ⸻⸻   HOW UTTERLY FOOLISH HE IS . perhaps if he were younger , perhaps if she had a kinder heart ; perhaps they could fix themselves and find that happiness again . but he was old and she was cruel and they were destined for nothing but ruin . she just couldn’t allow herself to admit it yet .

hesitantly she returns the kiss , doing her best to pretend that there’s still something between them . hand pressing on his chest , eyes staying open ; not able to relax herself around him . but still she kisses him , soft and sweetly before she’s biting at his lower lip and pulling away .

❛ darling . . ❜ there’s a gentle laugh , her blushing starting to grow under his touch . she could make herself want him again , she knew it . he was handsome enough , and she could always convince him to give her another new dress after so it wouldn’t be a complete loss . ❛ are you sure you’re up for it ? ❜

she can’t resist nuzzling his neck as she teases him , able to hide and cease her smile for a moment in his warmth . it’s gone too soon , and she’s leaving ; turning her gaze to the floor to hide her lie . maybe she wouldn’t feel so bad if she couldn’t see him .

❛ i’m always happy with you , bear . . but yes . i need to feel your skin on mine again . it’s been too long . ❜

𝙼𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚈           𝙼𝙴𝚁𝚁𝙸𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃           𝚁𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚂           𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼           𝙷𝙴𝚁           𝚅𝙸𝚂𝙰𝙶𝙴         ,         the         forgotten       glee       that        had       once       dissipated        because       of       her        longing       for        home        she       was        brought         in        as        a       babe       ;        the         everlasting        winter         has         hardened        her       *&.          the         mere         whispers          of        ravens       that         INFORMING         them         that         her         lady        sister         already         has         another        babe                ──────—–                     𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐒         ,         if         they         sail         they’d         cherish         what         they         haven’t         blessed         with         just         yet         ,         although         his         horror         of         losing         her         upon         the         birthbed         looming         'ver         him         ;         it’s         an         𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄         thought         as         they’d         entangle         'pon         their         bed         ;         spent         yet         CONTENT         from         their         euphoria         .         .         .         dampening         his         lips         ;         pondering         regarding         her         articulation         whilst         digits         meander         ‘pon         her         delicate         dermis         ;         𝙒𝙊𝙍𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙋         𝙃𝙀𝙍         𝙄𝙉         𝘽𝙀𝘿𝙍𝙊𝙊𝙈      .      .      .       flow        like         feather         ;         he         took         her         within         his         embrace         ,         softly         ,         𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙮         ;         for         she         deserves         such         thing         as         brims         reaching         for         her         neck         ;         alluring         places         he         could         explore         ,         such         place         he         had         missed         .         .         .         𝐇𝐈𝐒         𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘            ,

   “                   i        would       do      𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠         for         you        ,         my         𝖘𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌         ,         my         darling         girl             ”           an        encouragement         ;         further         sensual         motion         given         ;         lips         mapping         every         path         available         'pon         her         ;         claiming         what         he         has         𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝         ;         vigorously         take         ,        fervor         dominates         him         as         the         knight         whispers         underneath         her         ear         ;         purloining         her         pearly         laughter         ,         “                   i’ve         𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃         you         terribly         ,         I         NEED         YOU             ”

[bearvalor]

𓂅 ⠀ཾ༵࿇           @mendaciolum​          𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃         𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌         𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄

𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙱𝙴𝙳           𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙾𝙱𝙱𝙸𝙽𝙶           𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼           𝙾𝙼𝙽𝙸𝙾𝚄𝚂           𝚂𝙲𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙼          ,         a         jarring       ,       unsettled        emotion       stirs       within        ;       unheeded       FEAR        of       negligence        ,        of       abandonment        due         to        bestowing        ‘pon       such       peculiar        request         for         the         unknown         audience        ;       𝑇𝑂 𝑆𝐸𝑃𝐸𝑅𝐴𝑇𝐸 𝑇𝐻𝐸𝑀𝑆𝐸𝐿𝑉𝐸𝑆         in         the         night           ;        no        𝗛𝗨𝗦𝗕𝗔𝗡𝗗         should’ve         left         their         lady         alone         in         their         chamber          .        .       .         REGARDLESS         IF         IT’S         A         PLOY         !         foreseeable         apprehension         ,         an         unprecedented         familiarity         as         concerns         laced         within         orbs         ;         reaching         ,         searching         for         the         unknown         boundary         dividing         the         discrete         tryst         betwixt         digits         .         .         .         an         AUDACIOUS         STEP         among         the         despair         ,         an         err         shall         be         regretted         upon         offering         the         comfort         ;         THE         IMAGINARY         KNIGHT         SHE         ONCE         LONGED                ──────—–                battered        in         𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠         knight         ,         trying         to         avert         the         excruciating         vision         ;         𝙾𝙵         𝙿𝙰𝚂𝚃         ,         𝙾𝚁         𝙽𝙴𝚆         ;         knight         wouldn’t         know         ,         wouldn’t         fathom         ,         for         he         is         not         a         lady         that         turns         into         steel         ,         rough         patches         .         .         .         bridled         enigma         ,

     “                   come        ,       my      lady         ,         let’s        get         you         some         fresh         air              ”           MORMONT         FAMILY         has         always         been         loyal         to         the         stark         3.000         years         of         shared         rendezvous         ,         of         bear         𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆         its         wolf         cub         ;         *&.         here         they’ll         stand        ,         mere         companions         throughout         generations         ,         shared         histories         .         .         .         ALTHOUGH         HE         JUST         RECLAIM         WHAT         HE         HAD         ALWAYS         BEEN         *&.         HE’S         AWARE         ,         she         hadn’t         trust         him         ;         for         ned         stark         wanted         his         head         ,         for         he         was         a         BETRAYER         TO         THE         NORTH         ;         ANOTHER         FOREIGNER         INVADING         HER         HOME         .         .         .         whatever         it         is         left         ,         to         preserve         what         she         remembers         of         her         transitory         life         ;         a         lady         using         the         lord         ..         throwing         his         furs         ‘pon         her         figure         ,         awaits         for         its         acceptance         on         his         benign         invitation         ,        

[bearvalor]

k before i sleep, jorah would call his partners 'honey' and what does he licks in the night? H O N E Y

[bearvalor]

𓂅 ⠀ཾ༵࿇            @youngandbeautiiful​            𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃         𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌         𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄

𝙿𝚁𝙴𝙿𝙻𝙴𝚇𝙸𝙽𝙶         𝙴𝙼𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂         𝙴𝙼𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙺𝙴𝙳         𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽         ,         bafflement         astounded          by         her        apparent          𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠       ;        so        affectionate        yet        distanced        by        false        veneers        of        contentment           .        .        .        stagnant        emphasis        on        momentary        bliss        of        NOSTALGIA        ,        her        touches        were        𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂        ;        it        doesn’t        soothe        the        anguish        of        grown        silence        ;        it        doesn’t        smitten        him        but        loathing        his        dis-capability        to        live        her        SMILE        ..        digits        voluntary        being        audacious        ;        caressing        the        delicate        rose        tint        of        her        cheek        ;           𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆        her        forlorn        with        audacious        kiss        on        her        lips        ,        𝗦𝗔𝗩𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚        what’s        left        of        her        love        ,    

             “       shall        we          *  𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽         to         the           place         where        we        kissed        the        first        time            ?       ?     ?             under         the         moonlight         we         shall        make         𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬        *&.        happy        once         again             ?       ?     ?                  ”   

[jacquesdemys]

Catherine Deneuve in Donkey Skin (1970)

[bearvalor]

* @youngandbeautiiful

[bearvalor]

𝐓𝐇𝐄      𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍      𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄        prays      for     rain     ;     healthy   children     ;     ..     *&.     𝑆𝑈𝑀𝑀𝐸𝑅     that     never     𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀 ──────------     &.     it     is     no     matter     to     them     if     𝑻𝑯𝑬         𝑯𝑰𝑮𝑯         𝑳𝑶𝑹𝑫𝑺     plays     their     𝖌𝖆𝖒𝖊   𝖔𝖋   𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘     !     !     !         so     long     as     they     ʟᴇғᴛ     in     * 𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗖𝗘     .     .     .    .   THEY       NEVER       ARE     !     !     !        

                                  ind.     sel.     jorah    mormont.   .    written         by     ⌗𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐔𝐒