This thread how DARE you all!!!
look if it’s any consolation I can’t see anything anymore because the tears are blinding me

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This thread how DARE you all!!!
look if it’s any consolation I can’t see anything anymore because the tears are blinding me
NATE !!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU ;-; UGH UGH I CANNOT DEAL WITH MY LOVE !!!!
JEN!! YOU ARE!! SUCH A PERFECT BEAN!! AND ILYSM!!
QUESTION ARE YOU GUYS TRYING TO END MY LIFE WITH THIS THREAD
My life has already ended because of this thread okay, I’m having so many EMOTIONS and I am S A D
jon snow appreciation 21/∞
the victor and the loser
( Ramsay )
( ‘Lord Negan’ )
( Michelle )
Her stomach knotted tightly as the scene unfolded before her. One moment Negan was talking, and the next Ghost had attacked. It all happened so much faster than she could have ever been prepared for.
She knew it before Ramsay even moved to ready his bow that Ghost would be DEAD if something didn’t happen in that precise moment in time.
❝ STOP!!! ❞ She screamed, not a single clue as to what the hell she was going to do or say to follow that up. But she didn’t have time to think about it. Ramsay already had his aim set. All he had to do now was release.
❝ Lord Bolton– ❞ She took a small step forward, blue eyes pleading with just as much desperation as her words.
❝ Please don’t kill him. Please. Do this one thing for me– as a thank you!! ❞
A thank you for this victory. They were words Michelle knew only Ramsay and Negan would fully understand. No one else. But she knew the odds of this actually working were slim to none, and there were more factors at play than just Ramsay.
Any one of the hundreds of men surrounding them could kill the dire wolf just as easily. And if Ghost attacked again, she was sure that would be the end. Ramsay wouldn’t hesitate.
It was within the blink of an eye, and a JUST perfectly timed reaction, that Negan found himself nearly missing a chunk of flesh. Sharp, merciless teeth of a direwolf found themselves lodged deeply within Lucille, the wood splintering but holding for the moment as the southern lord had to brace himself, giving out a grunt through clenched teeth.
❝ WHAT the shitting SHIT?! ❞ Negan cursed, eyes wide before he was shoving the large white-furred beast away with a single motion, dislodging the dangerous maw as he stumbled back. He breathed heavily as his men approached, weapons in hand, as the wolf backed up to Jon’s side.
Ah– of course. The Starks and their direwolves. How kind Ned had been to allow his own bastard to have one too. And, all too happily he’d see the wolf killed for trying to attack him… until there he heard Michelle’s pleading, begging against’s Ramsay’s wishes to have him slaughtered right then and there.
And that was when Negan saw an opportunity. The very opportunity that would, no doubt, make Michelle like him that much more. After all, she seemed to have some deeply INTIMATE knowledge about Jon Snow– no doubt that included his direwolf. It was clear she CARED.
Lord Northbow straightened once more, taking a step back to better put his own men between himself and the large, snarling beast, whereupon he tore his gaze away to Ramsay. Still lightly breathless, his brows furrowed, gauging every reaction of the younger lord.
❝ Y'know, much as I’d like to see the puppy put down for being a little shit and marring Lucille’s BEAUTIFUL ass surface, ❞ he allowed a pause in which he glanced to the clear, splintered bite marks, grimacing momentarily at it. He then moved to eye Michelle, a very clear hint of knowing in his hazel hues. ❝ I think your dear wife’s got a hell of a point– can’t go sayin’ no to a lady, now. BUT– ❞
Negan turned forward once more before raising a finger, dragging it over his mangled weapon, almost wincing in a sneer at the sight of it. ❝ I’m afraid Lucille’s gonna want some compensation only YOU can provide, Jon Snow. Well, ❞ he let a silence slip past his lips, wickedly amused grin growing. ❝ Only your MEN can provide, anyway. Just sayin’ now, Lucille is gonna have a HELL of a time with anyone not willing to bend the goddamn knee. She is gonna LOVE IT. ❞
Ramsay stopped just as he heard Michelle’s desperate pleas. If she’d taken even a fraction of a second longer, it would have already been over. The direwolf would have been dead on the ground– a motionless pile of white fur that would have been lost forever under falling snow.
And Negan’s response certainly didn’t help the matter at all either. He wasn’t expecting Negan, of all people, to come out in support of the idea– ESPECIALLY after that attack. Then again, it was obvious as hell the older Lord had taken a liking to his wife, so he supposed it wasn’t it wasn’t all that shocking, really.
As much as Ramsay was tempted to release the damn arrow and be done with it, he relented. If he went directly against the wishes of his biggest ally in front of thousands of men, how would it look? Something like that could easily tear an alliance apart. Ramsay was impulsive, yes, but he FAR from stupid. He had no choice but to play along now.
Besides all that– he supposed Michelle had been correct. He DID owe her. Ramsay would have lost this battle entirely if not for the knowledge she’d given him nearly a month prior.
❝ You’re right! ❞ Ramsay finally spoke, as he lowered his aim and turned towards Michelle.
❝ And how could I ever deny such a request from my beautiful wife? ❞ As frustrated as he was on the inside in that moment, Ramsay’s expression and voice made it impossible to tell.
❝ But my undeniable MERCY in this situation won’t last long! ❞ He turned back to Jon Snow, his smile completely fading as he went on.
❝ You have ONE chance, bastard. One chance to make your dear pet disappear! Do you understand? Fail in your attempt, and he’ll go the same way as your little brother! ❞
Ghost had become the ever present friend Jon knew he could always rely on. A beast's intentions were always clear, never a knife to stab you in the back, always loyal, especially a direwolf all had pegged as a useless runt. A runt no longer and useless never. But he couldn't remain.
So the amount of RELIEF Jon Snow felt at this sudden begging, agreement, then, finally, mercy was utterly palpable. He released a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, watching the steam of his oxygen pluming before him as it was whisked away by a breeze.
With a hard swallow, Jon's gaze turned to the woman that begged for the direwolf's life, noting something strange, something OFF-- that mostly certainly wasn't Arya. Jon knew his sister better than anyone and, as he'd been told, Ramsay had taken Arya as his wife. But that wasn't her. And the relief had been compounded all the more in that single moment.
Finally, Jon's eyes turned to Ghost, watching the large wolf with an uncertainty. This could very well be the last time he would see the runt, the very last time he got to stare into those piercing ruby eyes. But, at the very least, he wouldn't have to watch Ghost be killed in front of him.
Jon shuffled slightly closer, placing a hand on bristled fur. He grasped, gaining Ghost's attention before he began muttering, ❝ Ghost... Ghost. ❞ The wolf snarled more, turning quickly to see his master; the snarling lessened before Jon's brows were tugging together, a sadness and regret deep within every turn of his expression. He brought a hand up to pet the side of his neck, the motion heavy.
❝ Y'have to go now, ❞ he spoke plainly, slowly, conveying everything else his words couldn't. Jon began to push at Ghost towards the gate, feeling as though there was nothing and no one else but them. ❝ Run and do NOT come back. D'you understand me? Go." He shoved harder, the beast stumbling, confused, but stood still for a moment or two longer.
There was a communication unseen, unheard, before Ghost was taking a solemn step back, the smallest whine before another step was taken. Back and then back again. Jon grimaced, giving a growl before crying out, ❝ GO! ❞ with another shove; the beast still seemed uncertain, but was clever and smart, gaining the gist before turning tail and running as quickly as he came in.
Jon watched until there was not a single sight of his wolf, feeling both a despair and a hope. He collapsed further onto the ground, DEFEAT in every single bone. And then he looked back to the woman, the woman parading as Arya. He had no idea who she was but now he owed a debt. A debt that he wasn't sure he could ever rightly pay.
Just dropping some love on @realmprotected / @lordnegan cause I love him!
jon snow appreciation 38/∞
What’s this? Random love for @twiicetheheart because I love her? You bet!
@realmprotected HOW DARE YOU !!!! No but for real everyone go follow Nate on his amazing af Jon Snow !!!!!!! LIKE PLS HIGH KEY TOP TIER JON RIGHT HERE !!! and also his Negan !!!! DO NOT GET ME STARTED ! TRUE ASS QUALITY !!!
JEN. HEY. YOU STOP THAT. STOP BEING INCREDIBLE FOR LIKE. FIVE SECONDS. ILLEGAL. ARRESTED FOR BEING FLAWLESS.
Just some random positivity for @boltxnbastard because I fucking love her
Okay but @realmprotected bought me a container with exactly 240 of these delicious minty bois:
And idk how to handle this much power…………
I have approximately ZERO regrets for giving you this much power tbfh
Use and abuse that power boo. Use and abuse.
When @realmprotected judges me for not liking Paydays….
You really like testing the limits of our friendship don’t you Jen
when you’ve lost it all , ʜ ᴏ ᴘ ᴇ ʜ ᴜ ʀ ᴛ s .
aw fuck yall bout to fuck me up right now
I’M fucked up right nowlike immensely
In regards to this plot rn: I am worried.
okay but that makes two of us becauseiamveryworriedandaballofstress
Oh FUCK this thread is good but I have a feeling I know what's about to happen..
Prayer circle for Ghost rn PRAYER CIRCLE
OH NO PLEASE NO THEY'RE GOING TO KILL GHOST AREN'T THEY?! FUCK I'M CRYING RN
I’M CRYING TOO OKAY I FEEL YOU SEND HELP