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IND. SEL. SHOW-BASED ACCOUNT FOR JON SNOW FROM HBO'S GAME OF THRONES. written by trish EST AUG 17 ( under construction! )

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I know you won’t hurt me.

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Jon Snow Meme ❄ One relationship: Jon x Ygritte

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❛ I know I’ve made mistakes. ❜

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               ❛ You were a child. There’s no need to burden yourself with things of the past. ❜ Couldn’t she see that none of it mattered anymore? They’d found each other and he would’ve died in that field if it wasn’t for her. She’d been the one to convince him to take back Winterfell, and now here he stood; King in the North. They were finally home and it was all because of her. ❛ If only father could see you now; he’d be so proud of the woman you’ve become. ❜

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❛ You have no power because I’ve taken it all away. ❜

❛ How many people have you killed? ❜

❛ I know I’ve made mistakes. ❜

❛ But it’s all meaningless without you. ❜

❛ Have you ever wanted something so much that the fear of not getting it makes you wonder if you ever should have wanted it at all? ❜

❛ Something we both want so deeply warrants a bit of fear. ❜

❛ No one will ever keep us apart again. ❜

❛ Men in general like to win ❜

❛ Well, your taste in men always did leave something to be desired. ❜

❛ In the darkest of times you were my conscience. ❜

❛ The more we try to help each other, the more harm we do. ❜

❛ Have you learned nothing? ❜

❛ I lose everyone I love. ❜

❛ What odd turns our lives have taken. ❜

❛ Your life is more valuable than this. ❜

❛ My life is once again the sum of my choices, not someone else’s crimes. And I choose to help my friends. ❜

❛ Tell me, what would hurt more. Knowing the person you love will die, or knowing they’re alive but you cannot have them? ❜

❛ I don’t give my heart or give up easily. ❜

❛ Despite your heartbreak, I must warn you, I show no mercy. ❜

❛ I’m not sure I trust my own fate anymore. ❜

❛ You have to admit, your fate does have a sense of humor. ❜

❛ I need to forget a ridiculous, childish idea that I could love someone, they could love me, and nothing else mattered. ❜

❛ Choose because of what you think, not what others might. ❜

❛ There is always risk. At least when you love someone it’s worth taking. ❜

❛ I never said I was a good person, but one can receive good advice from a bad person.❜

❛ Please, let there be one honest thing between us. ❜

❛ You want to hear something honest? I would do anything to keep you. ❜

❛ Love is never simple. Not that I’m any expert. ❜

❛ We can’t do this. ❜

❛ We were supposed to dance under the stars. ❜

❛ Maybe there is no magic but what we make for ourselves. ❜

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#LISTEN #you can see in the 2nd gif how jon’s trying to keep things lighthearted and casual #he expects something back along the same lines #but then dany throws caution to the winds and says THAT #something jon has never come to expect during the time he’s known her #and boy is he THROWN #look at his face in the 5th gif #it changes from fun and flirty to INTERNALLY SCREAMING in a matter of seconds #this is not a dany he’s used to #no sarcastic reply, no ‘bend the knee’, no assertion of dominance #eyes warm, voice soft, guard completely down #and all he can do is nod awkwardly and steer the conversation into familiar and formal territory

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@avaricebled

               ❛ You serve the Lannisters, ❜ he stated, eyeing the man inside the dark lit cell. ❛ Why would I trust anything you say? ❜ Getting his hands on the mercenary had been difficult enough, making him talk on the other hand, might prove problematic. He couldn’t pay him to reveal Cersei’s plans; he had nowhere near as much gold as the Lannisters. He could, however, reason with him ––– if he were a decent man; which Jon presumed he wasn’t. ❛ Tyrion says you were friends once; although I have a feeling that wouldn’t be the case if it wasn’t for the shit ton of gold he promised you. ❜ he raised his brows, waiting for him to deny it. ❛ You want your freedom? Tell me what you know. Unless you’d rather be dragon food. They’re not used to human meat but I’m sure an exception can be made for you. ❜

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@freefolksflame

               Dancing flames was all he saw as he stirred into consciousness. He blinked rapidly in an attempt to get rid of his blurred vision, and soon enough the world around him was brought into focus again. He instantly sat up, eyeing his surroundings and recognizing the Night’s Watch headquarters; he was safe. Though his relief was short lived once his attention was brought back to the redhead in front of him, his heart suddenly hammering inside him. She was as beautiful as ever; more so than he remembered. Did she still want to punish him for what he did? Dark hues darted across the room to where Longclaw was, fingers suddenly itching to get his hands on the blade. He remained perfectly still, however.

               ❛ Ygritte, ❜ he breathed, heart rate still irregular. ❛ What’re you doing here? ❜ Only a fool would ask that. He knew why she was there; he sent her there. Though she didn’t give him much of a choice on the matter. He reckoned she wanted to stay as far from him as possible while still fighting for the right side. She didn’t belong on this side of the wall and yet here she was. He was appreciative of it even though she wasn’t doing it for him. The thought sparked something inside him. The white walkers ––– that’s what had them risking their lives. He attempted to move, legs shifting to the side of the bed. He was still weak. ❛ I need to return to Dragonstone. ❜

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@girlonadyinghorse

                 ❛ I’ve been told you and Lord Ryswell have been talking marriage. ❜ There was no other way of putting it. He was well aware that he’d been the one to suggest the alliance between Houses Karstark and Ryswell; but now, after recent events had been unfolded, he wasn’t entirely sure the northern lord had been a wise choice after all. Ser Davos had warned him that they weren’t to be trusted due to their association with the Boltons, which Jon admitted, he hadn’t paid much attention to. After all, many of the Houses had been pardoned and sworn fealty to him after the Battle of the Bastards, placing their differences aside for a greater purpose.   

                 ❛ I beg you not to rush into things, my lady. I realize I was the one to suggest it, but it looks like we were too quick to put our trust in him. ❜ The formality of his tone had been intentional. He was King now, and even though they’d been close in the past, he needed her to know his words weren’t to be taken lightly. ❛ Him and Littlefinger have developed some sort of friendship. They could be plotting something we don’t know about, and it’d be best if you kept your distance from him. At least until we figure out what it is they want. ❜ It would be a lie to say his motives were entirely selfless. He’d promised to look after Alys, though he knew that if she married Rickard and he convinced her to conspire against him, there was a chance the other Houses would follow suit, and he couldn’t afford a rebellion at this time.

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Time to get the ball rolling! Like this for a starter. Length will vary and it’ll most likely be set during S7. If you have a season preference just let me know in the comments! 

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MY QUEEN ;

            Numb. It was the only word to express how she felt, or the lack of any sort of feeling since the event itself. Eyes scanned the skies for a sight she’d never see again. A sight which brought her comfort, which filled her with pride and made her heart swell. Such a sight was never to be seen again, all due to a decision she’d made. They were her family, her only family and she had put them in danger, had watched as one had fallen, as her beloved Viserion had crashed and sunk to dark depths, never to return. The King in the North had apologized, something she had almost expected from him, yet she saw no reason for it. Now she knew what they were up against and now it was time to prepare…. —- yet, she couldn’t seem to tear her eyes from her two children soaring through the clouds above them. 

           Her head turned at the sound of the creak, listening to his words before her body turned toward him. “Stay. Please,” she replied, softly, quietly, as though it were more a request than a command. Arms wrapped around her small frame as she returned her gaze to the skies, the cries of her two children filling the quiet silence. “They’re looking for him. Have been since we returned,” her voice was low once again, eyes never leaving the two dragons scouring the skyline. “A Mother is a child’s protector. We’re meant to keep them safe.…—” voice trailed off as she lowered her gaze finally. “You should be resting, as much as you can. I understand it may not be the easiest place to lay your head, but… you almost died, you need to recover.”

               Coal hues remained cast downward; who knew a single word from the silver-haired queen could evoke such warmth inside him in the middle of winter? She wanted him there and he’d be a damned fool to ignore her wishes. Still, he couldn’t meet her gaze, too afraid she would recognize the sudden yearning he felt ––– though for what, he wasn’t sure. He almost breathed a sigh of relief when she turned her back on him again, giving him courage to finally drag his feet to where she stood. 

               Resting calloused fingers against the edge of the ship, he followed her gaze to the majestic beasts that glided through the sky. At first look you couldn’t help being in awe of them; this time, however, there was a grim expression in Jon’s eyes as he watched the dragons lamenting the loss of their brother up above. It was strange that he could relate to them, having lost Robb as well as Rickon not too long ago. He remembered trying to wrap his mind around the fact that he would never train with them again; that their voices would only be heard in his dreams from that point onward.

               ❛ They will heal. ❜ Although he wasn’t sure if he meant the dragons or his own family. His gaze traveled back to Dany, wanting to offer comforting words but realizing he didn’t have any. There was still guilt in his heart, knowing none of it would’ve happened if he hadn’t asked Gendry to send her that raven. ❛ I can’t begin to imagine what you’re feeling. If I could take it back –– ❜ he halted his words, knowing there was no way of changing the tragedy that had occurred. ❛ We'll avenge your dragon’s death. ❜ There was a fire in his eyes as he said this, and he didn’t know if it was due to his hatred towards the Walkers or something else entirely.

               ❛ Now that we have the proof we need, Cersei will have no choice but to set her schemes aside and help us. ❜ Though it was only a temporary solution, Jon knew it was the only way to ensure that the Seven Kingdoms would still be standing once all of this was over. He then brushed her comment aside like it was nothing, eyes darting back to the skies. ❛ I’ve been through a lot worse, Your Grace. ❜ His hand instinctively reached for the scar near his heart; and though it was fully covered, he could still imagine he was tracing it with his fingers, having done it so many times since the incident. ❛ And you have enough to worry about as it is. ❜

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They’re beautiful, aren’t they? Wasn’t the word I was thinking of.

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“Lord Stark,” Jon said. It was strange to hear him call father that, so formal. Bran looked at him with desperate hope. “There are five pups,” he told Father. “Three male, two female.” “What of it, Jon?” “You have five true born children,” Jon said. “Three sons, two daughters. The direwolf is the sigil of your House. Your children were meant to have these pups, my lord.” Bran saw his father’s face change, saw the other men exchange glances. He loved Jon with all his heart at that moment. Even at seven, Bran understood what his brother had done. The count had come right only because Jon had omitted himself. He had included the girls, included even Rickon, the baby, but not the bastard who bore the surname Snow, the name that custom decreed be given to all those in the north unlucky enough to be born with no name of their own.

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@rcginadracones

               Stranger things had happened than being submerged into ice cold water with the dead grasping at you from every side, wanting to rip you from limb to limb ––– or worse, turn you into one of them. But once again the Gods had been in Jon’s favor and he’d managed to escape without his insides freezing over; which had been largely in part to the Dragon Queen. It was strange that someone he’d heard stories about for so long, who also happened to be the daughter of a mad man, was very much unlike her father in every way he could think of. There was good in her, and she was just; at least more than anyone who’d sat on the Iron Throne in his lifetime. But there was something else that drew him in that he couldn’t quite explain. A feeling about her he couldn’t quite shake.

               ❛ I don’t mean to bother you, Your Grace. ❜ The moment he’d stepped onto the deck of the ship, the floorboards creaked painfully, which gave him no time to retreat or a chance to announce his presence in a more graceful manner. So instead, he simply stood there, a bit awkwardly, not wanting to disturb her in her grief. It was late and they were alone. Everyone else seemed to be asleep down below, which was, no doubt, what he should’ve been doing in order to fully recover from today’s events. Yet, he couldn’t. Not when her delicate features kept invading his mind every time he closed his lids; the sorrow behind iridescent hues had stayed with him, the image of a mother mourning her child too haunting for him to simply erase from his mind. ❛ It’s just the air down there’s a bit stifling; the snoring through the walls doesn’t help, either. ❜ he offered her an apologetic smile before finally dipping his chin and lowering his gaze to the ground. ❛ I’ll leave you to your thoughts then. ❜

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             i will take what is mine with

                                      FIRE and BLOOD.

                                                                                                   indie daenerys targaryen penned by tinks.