#jodyssey

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PLEASE. i was trying to find out if direwolves get to the size of a horse but google's offering up robb/grey wind mpreg instead

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listening and learning. thanks asoiaf wiki

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go check out my attempt to be the change i want to see in the world:

the woes of weaving, Prologue (Forley Prester)

Edmure shrugged. “Perhaps your scouts are taking shortcuts home. Perhaps they took wing and flew to Casterly Rock like ravens.” “Perhaps. It matters not. We will make Wayfarer’s Rest by nightfall. After that—” “Oh, we’re at the Rock already, to hear you tell it.” Edmure’s sudden laugh drew even the attention of somber Gawen Westerling. “Every day the Freys took me up for a mummer’s farce of execution, and every day they told me ‘This day, Tully. Today’s the day you’ll swing’. Brynden didn’t flinch or bend like they had hoped, but still they tried it. They looped the noose around my neck so often it rubbed away the skin—look.” Edmure pulled down his high-necked doublet to reveal a thick band of raw, pink flesh, the skin by turns angry and weeping. “By the third day, I thought they would not kill me, but I never truly knew. I acted, instead, straight-backed and unafraid, signaling to Brynden from the noose. Still, it took weeks before I became quite so good at mummery as you. ‘It matters not’. You go blind into the road as it narrows beneath the hills, and it matters not? The noose will tighten around us, and it matters not?”

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the woes of weaving, chapter 2 - Jaime I

picking up directly where ADWD leaves off!

“A day’s ride,” Brienne said again. “And alone. Elsewise—” “I have lost my hand, my lady, not my hearing.” After this, some will say I lost my mind. The last he knew, the Hound was reaving across the riverlands with a pack of other dogs. Ser Arwood claimed they had put Saltpans to the torch. Why then would he give up his rampage to lure out Jaime Lannister? And why would he think a Stark girl compelling bait? “When you reach Riverrun,” he told the men, “wait two weeks for my return before sending scouts. When the Hound is dead we will hunt his dogs as well, most like.” He seized the second of Ser Kennos’s three blankets and, with a flourish, made it disappear inside Brienne’s saddlebags. There, wench. I’ll be the jester to your mummer, lest our audience begin to bay. “In the meantime, though, I must go where Honor takes me. You need a new horse,” he told Brienne. “Yours is done. How hard did you ride to ambush us?”

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i love writing people with the opposite of bitch eating crackers disease. when they're so unbelievably horny and/or in love with someone that the most egregious things they do are fine or even endearing to them

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I am always saying this