#nihtwulf

[lwbrn-aa]

do you ever think about gendry knowing that the orphanage and caves full of refugees and all the people in them won’t be able to survive when winter comes, him thinking about arya stark telling him stories about winterfell and its walls suffused with warmth, deserting from stoneheart’s revenge design and leading a caravan of orphans all the way to winterfell that’s been recently rewon, seeing arya there recently returned from the dead at the head of her pack of wolves, and the only explanation he can offer is a tired and certain : i knew you would protect them, i knew that you would find a way to keep them safe

[aglaecan]

listen the best and worst thing @nihtwulf and i ever did was create a verse where caranthir literally adopts & raises an infant arya and then connected it to the verse in which caranthir and deer’s haleth loved but still had to separate

[imbricare]

nihtwulf replied to your post: me: trying to send eliza good, scrumptious tom...

i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again: he’s on a sliding x/y feral/slutty scale and it’s just Too Powerful for the rest of us mortals to handle

i laughed so hard i hurt my ribs

[dcschain]

@nihtwulf. | send me 👥 and i will talk about my muse’s family. | always accepting.

The eldest child of Alan and Eleanor Verris, Bastien inherited his mother’s guns when she died while he was still in the barracks. This only strengthened his resolve, and he earned the Verriss guns at age nineteen, besting Cort and earning his position as overseer of the Arten outpost. With his proving passed, and the Verris guns safely in his hands, Gabrielle Verris, his younger sister, was allowed to properly join first Arten high society and, later on, Gilead court. 

At her first Sowing Night Cotillion in the capital, Gabrielle Verris caught the eye of none other than Steven Deschain, the dinh-tete. Bastien, who knew Steven from their shared time in the barracks, was more than happy to encourage their courting. He was rewarded with the birth of his nephew, Roland, whom he loved deeply -- after all, he was his little sister’s son.

Following Gabrielle’s death, Bastien and Alan were amongst the very few who knew the truth of it, unlike the general populace. Because of this, his relationship with Steven soured. While never antagonistic, contact between him and his sister’s husband considerably lessened.

However, his relationship with Roland remained strong, despite Roland initially fearing Bastien would despise him for having killed his sister. While difficult, at first, Bastien also understood that the boy had only been a pawn in a much more sinister game.

Bastien was killed, alongside his father Alan, when the Good Man’s forces fell upon both Debaria and Arten unexpectedly, leaving little hope for an escape to the city.

[earnedstripes]

@nihtwulf replied to your post: i hate how despite tony stark and steve rogers...

how is cap’s face not plastered all over Brooklyn at the least???

literally. if the world believes he died fighting thanos, there should be some ... sign of that. 

[nihthelm]

caranthir is the sort of dad who’d be like “hurt my little girl and i... won’t do a damn thing, actually, because i taught her right and she’ll fuck you up.” but he’d glower menacingly while saying it.

[medicter]

He was proud of his brother. Even amidst such agony and failure and grief as were now his constant companions, he was still proud and grateful for Moryo’s strength of spirit. Maedhros would have expected such a blow as the loss of Thargelion to crush Caranthir, after seeing the passion and effort his brother had invested, the pride. But no, even now whilst their dwindling forces hid at Amon Ereb Caranthir still maintained a sense of power in his camp. Reliability. 

So he thought as he and his retinue stood and watched the bustle of Soldiers and serfs alike. Maedhros, as always, was unreadable. His expression stern, melancholic and calculating as he took in all there was to see. But lo, there were still secrets to find as his gaze met two wide eyes peering out from the shadows of the trees. A spy perhaps? No. The Prince recognised them as no foe’s gaze. 

The girl had grown quickly, as was the wont of the secondborn. What name had Caranthir gifted her? Maedhros remembers only seeing her once before, a tiny child, barely even toddling, but of course strong enough to hold tender Moryo’s heart. He had bared such a gentle expression. The memory might have made Maedhros smile if such expressions came so easily. Still, he dipped his head to her in recognition. Arya, that had been it. 

“You have grown, little one. Come closer to the fire, are you not cold?” His voice is low and rougher than his youth, but still holding kindness. Alike to the chuff of a tiger.

@nihtwulf ||| MAEDHROS TESTER STARTER CALL

[ltkovacs-blog]

@nihtwulf / here

sure, and his name is still elias ryker, or micky fucking serendipity.

‘ yeah, you gave me a name. ’

if there’s the slightest hint of placed emphasis, a name, not your name, he lets it hang between them, and then moves on. ( the trouble, flicking his gaze over her face, is that he could be looking at himself -- younger, scrappier, but still too old around the eyes. the kind of kid that leaps from being a kid to being an adult and gets left holding all the shrapnel and wreckage of having missed out on the middle. )

but that’s all just noise, under the smoothing, pressing weight of envoy persuasion, the steadiness in the gaze that turns onto her. he doesn’t quite know, yet, where she’s come from, but that feeling, that he’s looking at himself, speaks volumes. people don’t lie, perform, like that without being taught -- conditioned -- to, and she’s no envoy, but it’s something close.

the trouble for her is that he’s older, has been in this game longer and deeper, and whatever conditioning she has, it doesn’t run so bone-deep as his ( not so integral that it all but taught her how to think, how to eat, how to breathe ), and it won’t be up to snuff, not to withstand for too long the heavy, taming waves of we’re all friends here, i’m not going to hurt you that the envoy persuasion gives off. ( it helps that he means it, this time, though, admittedly. he’ll grant her that much leeway. -- but, well. two birds, one stone. she’s resourceful. he doesn’t quite know what for, yet, but the corps intuition’s saved his hide over half a hundred times. makes it worth heeding. not a bad contact to have, for however long he’s staying here. )

‘ look, i get it. you’re running your own shit, you don’t need someone stepping on your toes. that’s fine. i’m not here to make trouble for you. but you should know someone’s been tailing you for the past hour. and seeing as you haven’t noticed, i’m gonna say they’re good. maybe even better than you. so you have a decision to make. door one, you can keep lying, and handle it yourself, for better or worse. or, door two, you can give me something to go on, and you and i can figure something out. ‘cause it looks to me like you could use a friend right about now. ’