Lord Snow

Indie Jon Snow RP Account || Multi-ship & Multi-verse || Mun is of age, as is the Muse || Nothing is owned by me (other than my replies in threads) unless otherwise stated || READ THE RULES PAGE! ||  brother(s) defending the wall || var sc_project=9951705; var sc_invisible=0; var sc_security="60a92386"; var scJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://secure." : "http://www."); document.write(""); || started Aug. 1/14

[knowswheretoputit]

{and Jon’s at 300...? Guys. What the fuck.}

[harbingerofumbrella-archived]

Do you like giving and receiving gifts?

Do you like making new friends and roleplay partners?

Even bigger question, do you love crossing over fandoms? 

Well if you said yes or even HELL YES to any of those above then this will certainly be fun for you!

Christmas in July Secret Santa!  Here are the rules:

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The purpose of this is for roleplayers to meet one another, find new partners and just to have some fun!  Instead of just singling out one fandom I really wanted to do a multi-fandom one so that everyone can connect!  

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[wildmooredarchive]

He couldn’t help it; pride beamed through his smile.   Of course Jon would be a great swordsman, the boy’s father being who he was.  No doubt that even under different tutelage, that skill ran in the blood.  

“Train with me enough and then I’ll be the only person who could best you,” he said humorously. “No offense meant to your brother.”   During the Rebellion Godric had gained a reputation for being one of the best on the entire battlefield – not good enough though, the guilt in the back of his head reminded him, not good enough to save her, even if she’d have never been his again.

He set down the blade he was repairing and strode over to a display in back, where he gathered up his favourite sword, the one which bore his name like a sigil.  The silver blade gleamed brightly.

“Are you ready?”

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Squaring his shoulders, Jon watched as Godric set aside the sword he had been mending and instead found his own, with his family name displayed clearly across the blade. It was a beautiful sword. The weapon reminded him of his father’s  sword. Jon want nothing more than to have a sword like Godric’s or like Ned’s. He wanted nothing more than to simply be a part of a family. An actually member of an actually family. Why had the Gods let him be born a bastard? Unsheathing his sword from his lip, Jon smiled and nodded. “Ey. I’m ready. Do you really think that I’ll be the best? If I practice, I mean?”

[scaredofbats]

HUGE ICON GIVEAWAY; 300 icons.

 RULES:  

    1. Must be following ME.     2. You must be a roleplay blog. ( winner gets 300 icons. )     3. Likes, && reblogs count.     4. Giveaway ends July 1 at 11 am eastern time.

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[unburntslvr-deactivated20150712]

Wincing at how he pronounced her title. “Why have you come here.” She raised a brow, not bothering to question where he came from.

[knowswheretoputit]

HIs brows wrinkled before he bowed his head. “To serve. My father is dead. My family slaughtered. I only want to do what a bastard may no -- serve.”

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knowswheretoputit stood at her feet.

“How far have you come?”

[knowswheretoputit]

“Cross the Narrow Sea, Kha-lay-see.”

[scaredofbats]

FLASH ICON GIVEAWAY.

  RULES:  

     1. Must be following ME.      2. You must be a roleplay blog. ( winner gets 100 icons. )      3. Likes, && reblogs count.      4. Giveaway ends tomorrow at 9 PM eastern time.

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ofrxsesandthxrns:

“Thank you, Jon. I do wonder, might it be my old room? It’s been so long since I’ve seen those old walls.”

Jon smiled, remembering a time when a young Margaery once lived in the castle walls of Winterfell. “It is, in fact. Lord and Lady Stark thought it to be appropriate.”

[gentlestagarchive-deactivated20]

She was mortified. Being caught by the b a s t a r d brother in scantly clad clothes? this would of certainly been a great story to show up at court. But she did indeed know where ARYA was, she had just come from swimming with her in a pool just outside flea bottom, Sansa was somewhere in the keep, no doubt.   

               ‘ Lady Arya is in her room. I’m not sure were Lady Sansa is.’ 

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He tried not to stare and did his best not to. His best was not good enough, but Jon averted his eyes and bowed slightly.           “I am sorry to have bothered you. But thank you.” “Should I send for someone to, erm, help you dress,                                            my princess?”

[gentlegrace]

“Alright. I’d like to hear it.” 

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“What do you call a good farmer?”

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lady half-sister

After having landed upon the ground, Jorjayna looked at her hands with a frown, which were slightly scraped from the impact. She took Jon’s hand when it was offered to her, and got to her feet slowly. “Yes, I’m fine,” she said, dusting herself off gently, before straightening up completely. “I was-, nothing,” she said with a small frown. In reality, she knew her father had just come back from executing a wildling for stealing from a nearby farmer, and wanted to follow him into the godswood to see just what it was he did in there after such an act. It probably was nothing interesting - but he never spoke about such a thing so she was curious.

He has just returned from the execution. He and Robb had gone to the stables; their father to the Godswood. He was sore and tired, as was his half brother and his father. But his half sister was bursting with energy, regardless of her polite posture. “Are you looking for Lord Stark or Lady Catelyn? Father went into the Godswood and his lady followed shortly afterwards.” He paused, looking away and frowning. He had wanted to spend time with his father, ask him questions about the wildlings and about Castle Black, but Eddard and his wife needed time alone -- or so it seemed. “I believe they wish to be alone.”

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the book princess

       Joy turned to concern as, if           Shireen’s memory served her           correct, Oldtown was at the           Southern most tip of the Reach.

         “But, Lord Snow, Oldtown is           in the Reach. What need do           you have of going there beside           the Citadel?”

“Don’t fret.” The words slipped from his lips as he looked down to the little princess with death scaled all across the right side of her face. “We require a new maester. I believe I should be the one to choose whom will be caring for the men of the Night’s Watch. Do you not agree?”

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stag princess

‘ Is it that bad? ‘ 

“I think it’s terribly... Wonderful.  Makes your eyes... Gleam?”

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worshipsonlydeath:

knowswheretoputit made himself known

“Why do I have to marry some stupid lord or someone to be powerful? I can be powerful without marrying someone stupid… I just need to learn how to fight properly.”

Jon messed with Arya’s hair and laughed. “You’ll learn to fight alright, but you’re not a Targaryen war princess. This is just how things are. Hopefully you will marry a lord who will love your wild strength.”

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conqueror-of-lemoncakes:

“Well you would get it right if you actually took time to practice it you know. 

You won’t always be able to come to me every time you want your hair braided, Jon.”

Jon shook his head. “You know my hair is too short for me to braid it myself. And I can’t grow it out as long as yours. Please? Braid my hair for me?”