#robbthewolf

[herunfailingkindness]

likemyladymother replied to your post: 

I love her so much I hate her

I hate her soooo much, but I also love her sooo much. I just...can't with her.

robbthewolf replied to your post:I’m really proud of these gif icons. (nsfw) ...

they look great

thank you!!

[greyjoypride]

*puts robb here*

for what omg

[asxixlike-blog]

;outofarrows: Aaand part II! I love how you guys are actually watching that stuff. ;___; Bless you. Also shushhhh. My accent shouldn't be given to anyone because it's weiird. Also I can't act saidj omg Ramsay Mun.

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;outofarrows: WATCH ME BEING FLAILY AND STRANGE in my mun vid numer uno!! Part II is currently uploading. I'll try to tag everyone who asked a thing. aosdaod

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My first impression was "Joffrey!" and now it's "Fuck I owe joffrey a reply." *Spams there ask instead*

;outofarrows: Go do your replies boyyyy. No shush don't think that when you see me that means stress think of deers and the forest or something.

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[ofloveandbeauty]

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Name : King Nephew

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Ringtone : (x)

[ask-margaery-tyrell]

Fresh from war.

     Margaery's horse was bewildered, she could not manage to still the stallions swift run as the white beauty ran trough thick woods. She was not supposed to be this far away from the Kings Landing but the horse was unstoppable. Kings Landing had started to fade behind Margaery yet she was not particularly worried of her situation. She knew that no one had a reason to harm her therefore she didn't even show a hint of fear once a troop of northener banners came in her sight. Her white stallion had stopped his ways to greet the horses in front of her and so had the banermen approaching her. Their sights were locked on the un familiar woman and Margaery herself mirrored the stares yet her own face was decorated with a smile. 

      "You are a far way from home." Northerners... She added in her mind and gave the men a slight nod. They did not look particularly threatful therefore Margaery continued to speak with a confident tone. "I am Margaery Tyrell of house Tyrell. In who's name do you come to kings landing?" She greeted the men as her delicate hands tightened the grasp on the leather rem keeping the saddle in place.