and now my war begins

independent asoiaf / got jon snow roleplay blog

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[ i'm hungover as fuck so instead of being   productive here i'm gonna go remake an    old tolkien rp blog woo ] 

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[ hey look at that the anon hater person   didn't come back last night wooo ]

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Mun Form!

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littlexlottie:

Tag a few of your friends and make them fill in this form! For the MUN only!

Name: maddy

Age: 18

Birthday: late july

Gender: female

Sexuality: some people are super hot

Height: 5’7”

Blog:  praefxctus cryokinxtic (on hiatus) and arkenscone (personal)

FC (If you have any): aidan turner as kíli in the hobbit for reasons

Tagged: i don't know anyone in this fandom yet #carpeyolo

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p r a e f x c t u s  { indie asoiaf / got jon snow rp blog }

                    ❆   script  and   paras,  using  mainly  icons.                     ❆   extensive  knowledge  of asoiaf  and fan                           theories                     ❆   multi-ship, multi-verse, multi-everything                     ❆   mun is 18 +,  muse  is in some but not all                           verses.                     ❆   oc friendly, other fandom friendly. 

{ home } ❆ { raven } ❆ { a bastard's tale } ❆ { vows }

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               ”—- Do you miss your Family, Jon Snow?” she moved him to her. ” Now you have a new family.

                              ”——— Tell me why you wanted to be a crow.”

            The Wildling's questions made him hesitate -            "Sometimes  I miss them, yes,"  Jon answered              slowly, "I  miss my brother, Robb, the most. I              should be  fighting  with  him, but - " Jon cut              off, deciding that  perhaps  the second of her             questions might  be  easier  to answer. "I'm a              bastard, there aren't many honourable places             for me to take.  The  Night's  Watch  was  the              best option, I suppose." 

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      Katniss     knew      what     he   was       saying  was  true,  if   she   was   to       stay  here  then  she  would  surely       die.  But   there   would   be   those       who would never see Katniss  the       same way again .  But  when  ever       she though about just K I L L I N G        him and letting the matter go  she       always   thought   of    her    sister,       knowing   this  place  will  kill  her.

                    ❝If  you give me your word                        that no harm will come to                        my family,  then  I  will  go                        with you.—————❞

      Katniss said the words through       gritted teeth, though they  didn’t       leave a bitter taste in her mouth       like   she   thought   they  would.       She   didn’t  feel  like  she  was       giving up nor defying the words       of her people.

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                                  "On my honour,"  Jon said without                                     hesitation, "I will see that no harm                                     comes to you or your family."  Jon                                     could  feel  her  reluctance,  and  it                                      only fuelled  his  guilt  -  it was not                                      his   place   to   dictate   their  lives,                                      but  what   choice   did  they  have?                                      Without Mance there to lead them,                                      where else did they have to go?              Jon  took  a  step  towards her,  holding  his  hands,              gesturing   to   her   that  he  was  unarmed,  and  at              her   mercy.   "The   journey  back  to the wall will be             long -  night  will  have fallen by the time we  return.              Pack w hat  you  need,  and quickly, so that we  may             depart  soon.  And  tell  others of  my  offer,  as  it is              open  to  them  as  well. If they do not  wish  to  take             it, then  they  may  stay.  We will not harm them, lest             they  draw  blood,   in   which  case  we  will  defend              ourselves." Jon spoke clearly, more the commander             than  the  boy  who  had  spoken  imploringly to the              Wilding,   wanting   to   spare  as  many  lives  as  he              could.  Kill  the  boy, Jon  Snow.  Jon  let  his hands              fall back to his side,  his  burned  hand opening and              closing as  he surveyed  the  small camp, wondering             how many  new  mouths  they  would  have  to  feed              by nightfall. 

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❝Com’on, Jon Snow… Is tha’ really only as fast as y’er lit’le crow feet cin carry y’e?❞

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            Jon cursed  under  his breath as he              struggled  to  keep up  with  the girl,              already    out   of    breath.   He  said              nothing  in   response, partially due             to  the  fact   that  the   only  answer              he had was "Yes," but also because             he  was  breathing far too heavily to              say this. 

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        In reality the time he had spent apart from Jon         was not long, not as long as it had felt. With         the world continuing on, whether either boy         had truly wanted it or not. Robb’s own life was         not what it had once been. Now he wore the         title of king upon his shoulders. A title he had         never once expected, nor was he sure he was         a fit king. No matter it was his and would be his.

         The ride to see Jon was a smooth one, no matter           how nervous Robb found himself. Why such a           feeling was evident throughout the man he was           not certain. The two had been brothers, brothers           no matter what the North had thought of Jon. He           never cared and now he was gifted with a chance           to see someone he missed desperately. The road           of being crowned king was one he had been one           filled with loneliness, no matter how many people           he had on his side at any given moment.

          A smile graces Robb’s face as he sees the brother           he had been without the past months. They have           each changed and yet, it is as if he had seen him           just yesterday. The face he pictured being the one           he is greeted with. “Why, of course. I am king, after           all.” He’s not serious, especially as a chuckle errupts           from it. “Do it Snow and I’ll punch you.” On that he is           serious, yet, still as lighthearted as ever. Robb easily           pulled himself from his horse and pulled the other           man into a hug, reminding him of the last time they           embraced, in what felt like a century ago.

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            Jon felt a grin spread  across  his  lips at the mere             sound of his  brother's  voice,  a  clear  and  much              needed  reminder  that  his brother  was  safe, and              by his side once more.  Jon  returned the embrace             with  a  laugh,  holding   Robb   tightly  for  a  long             moment before he finally  let  him go, keeping him              at arm's length as he examined him. "Not sure that             that threat really scares me,  Your Grace," Jon said             with a broad grin, "You're  getting  rather  scrawny,              I doubt your punch  would  do  more  than  scratch              an itch."              Although his comment  was  meant  teasingly, there              was a hint of worry behind it. What he said was true,              for  Robb  appeared  thinner,  more  exhausted  than              when  last  Jon  had  laid  eyes upon him. The title of              King had taken a  part  of  Robb,  it seemed, and Jon              felt  a  twinge of guilt.  He  should  have  been  there,              he  should   have  been  at  his  brother's  side  -  but              he   had  taken  his  vows.  Robb  wasn't  his  brother             anymore,  no,   now  Jon  had   no   family,   no  titles,              nothing.                          That's what he was supposed to have                         done,  and  yet   the   man  who  stood                          before him would  always  be  more  of                          a brother to him  than  the  brothers  of                          the Night's Watch ever would be.

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           After Tywin’s death Loras knew it was            risky for him to say in King’s Landing,            especially with his betrothal to Cersei            Lannister now off of the table. Having            heard word that Stannis Baratheon was            at the Wall he had left almost immediately            for Castle Black. His old desire for revenge            flaring up with in him. His family had insisted           on sending a few men with him and, although           he didn’t wish for them to join him, he didn’t           have much choice in the matter.

         The journey to the North was harder than he first          thought it would be, icy winds and snows to the          likes that the summer knight had never seen before          as he rode further and further north. Eventually though          the wall came into sight, looming above them and          disappearing into the clouds, the vast size from the          ice shocking Loras even though he was told that it          was large the sheer size of it hadn’t quite hit home.

         He led the small party through the gates of castle black,          his face hard as his revenge again flared up at the thought          of Stannis. He could only hope, as he dismounted his horse,          that he hadn’t crawled back to Dragonstone. 

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            Jon  pulled  his  cloak  tighter around his shoulders             as a bracing eastern  wind cut through the snowfall,              for a moment  turning  the  snow  to  blow sideways,              forcing Jon to squint in order to make out the riders.              He watched one of them dismount, just as the wind              died  down  once  more,  and  he  trudged  forwards,              noting   with   unsurprised  worry  that  none  of  the              southrun knights seemed at all dressed for the frigid             winds and snows of the wall.            "Ser Loras," Jon  had  not  previously  met the knight,              but his  sigil  and  place in the riding party made it all              too obvious as to whom he was speaking. "Welcome              to  Castle  Black," He  spoke  formally,  knowing  that              a perceived  flicker  of  favour  in  the  wrong direction              would set Stannis' men against him - more than they             already were. "If you'll follow me, a hot meal waits for             you, and a warm bed."  There  was little space remain-              ing for the men, but Jon said naught of it, determined             not to show favour for either side. 

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[ i created this blog only a couple    of days ago and have made under   50 posts and already am getting a    shit ton of anon hate, enough that    it's incredibly discouraging. I'm    thinking that this was the wrong    decision, and that maybe I should    just set this blog aside. I don't want    to deal with that kind of negativity,    i'm doing this for fun and I'd love to    say that anyone who has a problem    with that can go fuck themselves,    but like it's still super discouraging    to be told that shit. idk whatever we'll    see how it goes today. ]

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I think you are wonderful! Don't let anon hate get you down!

[ aw thank you hon, seriously, it means  a lot that you'd take the time to let me   know. cheers, non xx ]

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[ k but that anon hate was super discouraging   i finally have a bit of time in which to write    things and now i just don't want to and    ugh this is dumb ]

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another bad jon

[ i was gonna ignore this but this   is the first time in the year i've been  involved in tumblr rp that i've gotten  anon hate. congrats anon ur my first ]

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[ someone change my work shift    so i can go back to bed pls this    is the first time i've been up before   10 am in like 3 weeks ugh ]

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hatakashi asked: robb stark and jon snow + complementary colors