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@blindhonor-archived-blog
“My blunder sent Tywin’s mad dog scurrying back to Casterly Rock with his tail between his legs. I think King Robb understands we’re not going to win this war if he’s the only one winning any battles. There’s glory to go around!”
&&;; Update again I’ve decided to scrap this blog and remake it on another account Can’t find anything over here anymore
“ ─- I’m Jonathan Randall. Captain of his majesty’s eighth dragoons. At your service.”
&&;; Will be doing more over on Roose than I will over here for now. Decided to scrap the ‘no advertising new blogs over here’ thing because there’s a lot of you I loved interacting with. So you can also find me on Jorah & Petyr.
UPDATE
I really don’t know what I’m going to do with this blog tbh. I loved writing Edmure and he still is one of my favorite muses that I’ve played so I don’t want to delete him, but there’s been too much crack doing down over here to actually do serious stuff? While I do love crack, too much crack has been had. I have slipped back into the asoiaf fandom lowkey with two new blogs so if anyone wants them, HMU and I’ll give you the urls. I’m not going to promo them here or on Roose because of reasons. Hopefully I’ll get Edmure back up and running soon~
UPDATE
I really don’t know what I’m going to do with this blog tbh. I loved writing Edmure and he still is one of my favorite muses that I’ve played so I don’t want to delete him, but there’s been too much crack doing down over here to actually do serious stuff? While I do love crack, too much crack has been had. I have slipped back into the asoiaf fandom lowkey with two new blogs so if anyone wants them, HMU and I’ll give you the urls. I’m not going to promo them here or on Roose because of reasons. Hopefully I’ll get Edmure back up and running soon~
UPDATE
I really don’t know what I’m going to do with this blog tbh. I loved writing Edmure and he still is one of my favorite muses that I’ve played so I don’t want to delete him, but there’s been too much crack doing down over here to actually do serious stuff? While I do love crack, too much crack has been had. I have slipped back into the asoiaf fandom lowkey with two new blogs so if anyone wants them, HMU and I’ll give you the urls. I’m not going to promo them here or on Roose because of reasons. Hopefully I’ll get Edmure back up and running soon~
@podstye
A sigh left him as he stared at the distant shadow of the Twins. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been held prisoner by the man that murdered his family, and frankly, he didn’t care. All that mattered to him was getting out, and taking revenge.
A lone squire was one of the last people he expected to stumble across. There was no banner, so he couldn’t place his alliance. Drawing the dagger he stole from one of the guards, Edmure eye the younger man cautiously.
“Who do you serve boy?”
Podrick paused abruptly at the sight of the man, hand jumping to the sword Brienne had given him at sight of the dagger. Brienne had gone ahead, instructing Podrick to wait there for her, and the squire certainly hadn’t expected to run into anyone there. Let alone whomever this man happened to be. He was gaunt, rough looking, his clothes dirty and disheveled.
At his question, Podrick paused in hesitation. “I am squire for Lady Brienne of Tarth,” he said finally, forcing his voice steady as he turned to make eye contact with the man best he was able. He hesitated in saying exactly what they were doing. If he told the man that they were looking for Sansa Stark, thanks to an oath made to Lady Catelyn to protect her daughters, it could be risky, especially if he proved to be no friend of the North.
Brienne was the one who took risks and made the decisions. It was better to stay silent, Podrick decided, hoping that the man would simply move along without further question.
Brienne of Tarth. The name was FAMILIAR. It took him a few seconds to place where he had heard it before, when he did remember, he lowered the dagger. She swore her loyalty to his sister. VOWED to protect her. He couldn’t help but feel she did a piss poor job at keeping her vow.
“I am Lord EDMURE TULLY. Lady Brienne was sworn to my sister, Catelyn.” Where was the taller woman? There was no sign of her in the area. Only signs of a squire. “Where is Lady Brienne?” Perhaps she would HELP him get to Winterfell, someone had to be there, whether it be one of his younger nephews or his niece.
*sniffs*
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@unbreakablehonor You might find yourself missing a direwolf quite soon.
Are Sansa and Rickon the only normal ones in this family?
unbreakablehonor replied to your post: liiittlelord replied to your post: liiittlelord...
…kinda too late for that…
This is why we can’t have nice things Robb
liiittlelord replied to your post: liiittlelord replied to your post: *smh*...
can we stop him from bedding things? i hear ramsay has a quick fix for that.
We might have to Having him castrated might be the only way to stop him At this rate he’ll bed half the animals in Westeros
liiittlelord replied to your post: *smh* #disappointed @ my nephews
if robb touches summer, the raccoon is dead. i’ll see to it myself if I have to.
Bran you’re not committing raccoon murder because Robb decided to bed your dog What is wrong with this family
*smh* #disappointed @ my nephews
I had in mind a different sort of amends. Single combat with the Kingslayer. Seven years of penance as a begging brother. Swimming the sunset sea with my legs tied. The Others take you all! Very well, I’ll wed the wench. As amends.
Runs to his uncle. Blinks up at him with wide Tully blue eyes. Hugs him.
*awkwardly pats nephew’s head*
blindhonor:
Jon I’m adopting you and taking you away from that disturbed family
needs to tell Lady Catelyn that her brother wants to adopt him.
……what?
I’m adopting Jon and you can’t stop me
