Winter is Coming

A multimuse of human versions of the Stark childrens direwolves. Blog Created: 6/4/2017

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@direwolvcs | Grey Wind

“—As you can see, I have done excellent without the rest of you. I’m happier than I’ve ever been.”

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“Nym- please we already lost Lady we cannot lose you as well.”

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Send "I should have been there." While examining one of my muses scars

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@yngwolfrobb gets ANGST

They were pouring over battle plans trying to figure out the next move which had Grey Wind excited. The next move would be to get them all back. Sansa, Arya, Lady, and Nymeria all home. Grey Wind would be able to take his sisters back somewhere he could keep them safe. He could practically hear Lady’s laugh and feel Nymeria hold onto him they were so close. Grey Wind opened his mouth to make another suggestion when someone entered the tent, a man with a raven and a solemn face.

Grey Wind took it and nodded for him to leave before he opened it up. Suddenly the smiles and eager attitude replaced with dread. “They- no they...” He tried to stammer out. He looked behind him to the open tent doors before he took down the cloth so they were closed. He moved to sit on Robb’s bed, tears in his eyes. “I failed them.” He told  Robb, his voice nothing more than a broken whisper.

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@hecantbekilled

Lady’s back what is your next wish?

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Nymeria when she ran away: Tiny naive thing who still had hope that she along with her family would all be safe and happy together.

Nymeria when she returns: Tiny smol murder baby who trusts no one and is looking out only for herself, Ghost and Arya. Someone who has seen almost every peron she loved die and is ready for revenge at any cost.

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Grey Wind entered the other side after his death the first person he saw was Lady. He ran up held her crying for a few minutes just never wanting to let go. They now cheer on Nymeria and Ghost from the other side with Shaggy and Summer. Lady and Shaggy are still Team Stark. Grey Wind and Summer are mostly just Team Nymeria and Ghost survive.

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game of thrones; arya stark

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My lovely girls s1//s7

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yngwolfrobb:

“Is that meant to make it better?” Robb snapped. “There should never have to be a child to worry about in the first place, a child to have to make that decision about. I’d have thought you’d understand–” He broke off. He’d never used Grey Wind’s bastard status against him, had always tried not to throw it in his face, not to point out the difference in their stature–though some things were clearly undeniable, and a lowly bastard and a would-be-king came from different worlds entirely whether or not Robb said it aloud. He opened his mouth to say more, but was taken aback by Grey Wind’s next words and instead bit his lip and fell silent. Were they better off? He had only ever wanted to help his family, not make them suffer. 

Still, Robb followed stubbornly, keeping up with Grey Wind’s pace. The man had always been fast, but Robb was almost as quick himself. “This war is for all of them. For both our families. For every family living under the rule of that boy tyrant. I have not forgotten your sisters–your family–any more than I have forgotten mine.” And they occupied his every thought, kept him up at night and followed him through the day. “I am doing this for them! All of this! I want to bring them home, all of them! How do you not see that? If you need a distraction, then do so with me!” The last words came by accident. “I only mean…I can help you, if you’d let me. That is the duty of a king, is it not?” 

“Listen you be stuck in your old honorable Stark ways all you like but those are not my views. I sleep with whores and move on. I kill for the people I care about and don’t feel sorry about it afterwords. How about instead of judging me for my life you deal with yours.” Grey Wind snapped right back. He had always been closer to Robb than the others so he felt he could fight him like this. He could yell and be stubborn because this was his friend not his king.

“Oh please these men aren’t fighting for two low life Snow girls. Hell your sisters wouldn’t care either Arya would lose someone to fight with and Sansa just someone to braid her hair. They are replaceable to everyone but me.” He clenched his jaw tired of fighting. “Well they’re not going to let me back in there after that. You’re still the king so go back in there and ask for a lady to help me relax for the night- no girls with dark hair it would remind me too much of Nym and Lady. If you really want to help me get distracted from this that’s how you do it. I’ll be in my tent.” He told him before walking away.

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courtesyarmored:

“You are far too kind to us.” Compliment lights her face with a smile; she hoped to be as beautiful as the queen, thought of surpassing her never considered. “People say she’s the most beautiful woman in all of Westeros.” Sansa would dare think she was indeed, for she hadn’t ever seen such striking beauty before meeting the queen.

Lady’s answer earned a disappointed look; she expected to be denied, but it was worth trying. “I had to ask, at least.”

Turns back to allow Lady to continue once more. “I’m not ashamed of being a northerner.” Was not, sincerely. Yet it troubled her what others would think and how would they like her and if they would approve of her at all. The south seemed so much more appealing, sunbathed and filled with more tourneys and feasts and songs than she had ever known; the southron, by association, appealed to her as well – dresses and hairs and mannerisms, everything about them was what Sansa wished to have around, what she wanted to be. “I worry they would like me better if I looked like them. What if they don’t?”

“I only speak the truth, my lady. You are beautiful and you should never forget that.” Lady told her. She smiled and shook her head at Sansa’s words. “I have met far more beautiful women than the queen. My mother was prettier than her and she was nothing more than a slave- she did not even need the fancy clothes the queen has.”

She smiled and waited patiently for Sansa to turn back around. “I knew you would try- you are stubborn like Nymeria. I have grown used to that though so do not think you can win with me.”

 “You are a lovely girl Lady Sansa they will love you do not worry. If you stay true to your Northern roots then the people of the North will love you as well. You will be a beloved queen- ladies north, south, and any other direction will wish they were you. Men will wish they could be your king. You will have the life you have always wanted.” She told her with a small smile.

Lady felt a small sting of jealousy though she would not say it. She wished she could be more than a Snow, be a proper lady. She did not need to be the queen like Sansa she only wanted to be a true lady in some tiny house. She wanted to just be happy and to raise happy children though it was not in the cards for her so she would move past it.

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Robb: Can I have your number?

Grey Wind, visibly texting: Sorry I don't have a phone

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yngwolfrobb:

“So your brilliant solution is to make more bastards? Sire a child who will be raised in a whore house? You help me win this war, I can give you lands and titles. You will be able to court any lady you wish. Make me a king, and I can legitimize you. Distractions will not fix your problems, they will only make more. But if you’re so set on a whore, they will be here here when the war is over, won’t they?” Robb asked in pointed calm, though the rage and frustration was clearly simmering just underneath.  He grit his teeth, watching the wine pitcher knock off the table and spill across the floor. He would have to pay for that too, less he left them to be in the stories of the carless rebel Northern forces, bringing mayhem with them to the villagers as they went. He could not stop what his men did out of his sight, but he could at least attempt to control the narrative when he was present. 

Then Grey Wind was gone, leaving Robb seething, fists clenched at his sides, as he looked between the mess on the floor and the slammed door, the man’s words slowly seeping into his stubborn mind. “I am sorry for any inconvenience.” He dropped a few more coins onto the counter then followed after his friend. “Do you think I’ve forgotten?” he snapped the moment he was outside. “My brother is at the wall with yours, my sisters at risk with yours. We gain nothing to help them in being here now. I am only trying to be productive. What are you doing?”

“Not every whore carries Ned Starks bastard so they don’t keep it. I have nothing to offer so she would never have the child. Whores are not naive like you seem to be.” Grey WInd clenched his fists. “I don’t want bloody titles and lands. I want my siblings back- I want my family back together and far away from you fucking Starks. We were far better off before we ever met you.” Still he was not going to win any sort of fight against Robb. He was stubborn like his father so it was best to just walk away form it all.

When he was outside he thought he was free but still Robb followed. “None of you give a shit about my sisters! Could care less if they died. You don’t know about how sick Lady gets or how to calm Nym when she’s angry. To all of you it doesn’t matter as long as your sisters live right? Who cares about the bastards they dragged along right?” He rubbed the bridge of his nose. “I am trying to do something besides worry, Robb. Don’t worry though after that shit they won’t let me back in. Now leave me alone Robb.”

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PSA;; Taking a Break

This fandom has had some drama recently and it really takes a toll on me sometimes which sucks. Knowing that I have a crazy week this week and next at work I don’t need drama, anon hate, etc weighing me down even more. I will be gone starting today and probably be back in a week and a half.

That being said I will still be roleplaying in other fandoms on other blogs so if you would like those or sky,pe/d,iscord just IM me.

Thank you all for understanding 😘

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Pro: Beautiful experienced woman Con: Robb would kill me (Greywind)

Pros and Cons of Having Sex with Cat

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But I mean, if that’s the only con you can come up with… 

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That's all I got.... @yngwolfrobb sorry bro

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Send me one pro and one con you could see with having sex with my character.

(anons welcome)

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sweetdissociation:

Kink: being called “good boy” in a soft and gentle voice

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@yngwolfrobb

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yngwolfrobb:

Why in the seven hells would Robb want to watch? “No, I don’t want to fuck. And no, I do not wish to watch you debase yourself. I need your help–away from here–and that is an order.” Robb dropped a couple of coins into Grey Wind’s hand the moment it was empty of the girl he had been holding onto. “Now you have not.” Paid, that is, though he had a feeling the money was not the greatest of Grey Wind’s concerns in this situation. “Thank you for your time.” This time he spoke to the girl, handing her the money he’d promised, then rounded again on the man who was supposed to be his friend. “Now can you get yourself together or do you need help throwing yourself into the creek?” Surely the near frozen water would be enough to get him focused. 

“Seven hells, Robb. I am a Snow the only women who want to sleep wtih me are whores being paid. I am not like you I do nto have some wife waiting for me or someone to save myself for.” Grey Wind’s jaw set as he watched the girl put away her money and fix her dress before heaving.  He got up and knocked a pitcher of wine off a table. “Can you not do this shit! My sisters are missing same as yours I am fighting same as you. I know what’s at stake!” He shouted. This was his king he respected Robb more than anything but he just could not take it anymore. “I am trying to do something other than think about my brother at the wall or my sisters who are probably dead at this point. If you could let me relax for one fucking night instead of spending all of my time worrying that would be fucking amazing, your grace.” He snapped, knocking over the table the wine pitcher had been on and storming out of the room.