Val the Wildling

A warrior princess, not some willowy creature who sits up in a tower, brushing her hair and waiting for some knight to rescue her. Lonely and lovely and lethal. I am no southron lady. I am a woman of the free folk independent & selective ASoIaF canon divergent written by Vee sideblog to russetwolf

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Freefolk Aesthetics:  Jarl of the freefolk.

The Magnar plainly resented sharing his authority. He had brought a hundred Thenns, five times as many men as Jarl, and often acted as if he had the sole command. But it would be the younger man who got them over the ice, Jon knew. Though he could not have been older than twenty, Jarl had been raiding for eight years, and had gone over the Wall a dozen times

[alexexklaus]

thronesgifs challenge: [3] locations: beyond the Wall

Beyond the Wall is a generic term employed by the people of the Seven Kingdoms to refer to the large area of Westeros that lies north of the Wall.  It is inhabited by tribes that refer to themselves as the “Free Folk”, known by the people of the Seven Kingdoms as wildlings.  The lands Beyond the Wall are mostly uncharted. The region immediately north of the Wall includes the Haunted Forest, the Frostfangs, the Frozen Shore, the Lands of Always Winter and lot more unknown area.

[strengthanddevotion-a]

Meera and Val Starter

[lethalandlovely]

strengthanddevotion‌:

@lethalandlovely 

Snow is falling softly in the godwood and settling in Meera’s dark curls. For once she’s here without Bran, she’d left him in the library with his sisters so she could have some time to herself. She’d never considered herself all that faithful to the old gods, not like her brother was anyway. She came here now to feel close to him, at least for a short time, with Jojen gone the weirwoods were all she had. 

Meera had expected to be alone in the Godswood and was surprised to see a woman standing near the weirwood. Her long blonde hair is braided behind her and she has an almost regal, albeit wild look to her. 

“Oh, hello.” Meera says flatly. “I wasn’t expecting to find anyone here.” 

Val knows someone is coming by the soft sounds of snow crunching under a pair of feet, from the way Ghost’s ears twitch softly. Only after a long moment he opens his red eyes and raises his head from where he was resting in the snow, limbs sprawled to the side in a show of relaxation. She smiled a little, watching him, and then turned around herself, considering the young woman that had appeared between the trees.

“To be fair, the chances of finding anyone here weren’t very high to begin with,” Val replies, taking in the young woman’s appearance. She was clad in thick winter clothes, looking similar to what the free people wore. After leaving Castle Black, Val herself had finally been able to stop wearing the dresses they had given her, and go back to her own clothes instead - her white breeches, boots, tunic and cloak, her trusted bone knife at her hip.

“If you have come to be alone with the gods, I will leave you to it,” she finally offered.

[lethalandlovely]

out on the ice:   Hello everyone! There are some new people here, which delights me a lot, and I wanted to take the opportunity and say hi to everyone.

And because I really want to get more things going on my girl, this is also an informal plotting call, so: Like this if you want me to drop into your messages and talk about thread ideas for your muse and Val! :D

[coral]

[lethalandlovely]

crowncdcrow:

HE TRIED NOT to let the small flurries of snow that came through the window && fell across her honey coloured hair && shoulders or the way the HEAT of her skin melted them distract him. what he had come here to speak to her about deserved his FULL attention. 

❝ stannis has come to me with an offer ❞ he sighed, greatly regretting not having more ale or mulled wine before coming. ❝ he can give me winterfell. give me the STARK name. give me the north && - - - ❞ he paused, already knowing the next part wasn’t like to sit well with her. ❝ && give me you. as a wife ❞

Val could not claim that she was surprised. Ever since the self-proclaimed king had come here, it seemed to have been an open secret that he was thinking about marrying her off, and it was only the question of to whom, not if.

“Quite an offer,” she observed, uncrossed her arms and took a step towards the young commander, still studying his face. The nervousness was subtle but plain to see, and Val tipped her head to the side to make him look at her. She still didn’t much see what all the fuss about bastards was about, but she knew that this would appeal to him - that name. Stark. And everything that came with it.

“And do you want me to be given to you?”

[lethalandlovely]

❝ A WARRIOR PRINCESS, not some willowy creature who sits up in a tower, brushing her hair and waiting for some knight to rescue her. Lonely and lovely and LETHAL. ❞

independent & selective Val the Wildling from GRRM’s & HBO’s asoiaf & got. respected and loved by Vee

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edit request → @canaries asked: val the wildling x jon snow

Val did not need to smile; she would have turned men’s heads in any court in the wide world.

[lethalandlovely]

@crowncdcrow

[imgonnaeditstuff]

I know the forest better than all your black-cloaked rangers. It holds no ghosts for me.

[avghra-deactivated20181216]

♛ || 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗠𝗢𝗢𝗗𝗕𝗢𝗔𝗥𝗗 : 𝑽𝒂𝒍 —— ❛ She’s dangerous because she knows what she wants. She knows what she wants , and even better , she’s not intimated by these desires. She is not reckless with words , nor feelings. She’s dangerous because she’s in control. ❜

[lethalandlovely]

crowncdcrow:

IT WAS EVERYTHING he had ever wanted, being handed to him on a silver serving platter ; a home, a name, a WIFE … yet he still could not accept it, not without speaking to her first, the woman stannis would have him marry. she would not understand some of the finer points, of how he was meant to hold no  l o y a l t y  to anything other than the watch, but he refused to make a decision without consulting her first. when he had been with ygritte, she had taught him wildling tradition, how men would STEAL their wives, but this felt less like stealing && more of robbing should he sign her will over in a room with stannis baratheon. 

❝ i have something to ask of you ❞, he muttered, picking up && putting down any object near enough to touch, an outlet for some of his NERVOUS energy, aye, but also a dead giveaway that what he was about to ask was troubling him. ❝ your opinion on something. i know you would never be anything but, but i think HONESTY will serve us both best ❞ // @wishfordawn && PLOTTED

Val’s eyes narrowed subtly as she watched the young Commander of the Night’s Watch, arms crossed over her chest. The window was still at her back, the cold of winter outside radiating from it. It was snowing again, flurries of white coming down among swirling winds, adding to the thick cover of snow outside.

He was nervous, but she didn’t try guessing what had made him that way. Once he had a bit of time to collect himself, he would come out of it. Val already knew he was the sort of man who went through with things, even when he needed time to make up his mind about something.

“Then speak, Lord Commander,” she prompted him after his words, carefully considering the expression on his face and the way it might change. “And I will be honest.”

[ladyblackfish]

[lethalandlovely]

ladyblackfish:

Her, and Winterfell, and my lord father’ s name. Instead he had chosen a black cloak and a wall of ice. Instead he had chosen honor. A bastard’ s sort of honor.