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[killthebxy]

Happy birthday to my sweet, glorious Fil the boy! So happy to have you in my life! And Satin will put ice in your mulled wine and extra lavender oil on your pillow!! ❤️❄️

          so happy to have YOU in mine & my bastard’s life, my precious good beautiful amazing wonderful Elsie, someone so talented and so kind and so funny and so lovely and someone whom i am always the proudest of!!! thank you for this cute message and thank you for being yourself ❤︎❤︎❤︎

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@satincrow

“Keep your knees bent” Val was busying herself with training some of the younger warriors of her kin while her nephew was being fed by one of the other mothers. She had to keep herself busy or she spent the time she didn’t have him pacing around like a bear with a thorn in it’s paw.

As she spoke she noticed one Crow nearby. Names weren’t important to her, but this one didn’t seem to ever be interested in starting fights with her people so she could probably stand to be kinder to him than how she was to the other Crows.

Setting the boy to his task again she made her way over to the Crow, eyebrow lifting but for once she wasn’t sneering or glaring at someone. “Were you interesting in learning how we fight?” She waved her hand to the one she was training who was now hacking away at a training dummy.

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@satincrow

Harper was hard pressed to find anything appealing about men. Even witch men were a little---much for her taste. Maybe if she had been even marginally attracted to them they wouldn’t have seemed so unbearable---but she wasn’t, and they were. So why one had caught her fancy now was beyond her.

She was tired. That was likely it. The voyage at sea alone had taken them nearly two months, and she’d been here in this spirits-forsaken land for twice that long. Westeros, as it was called, was about as magical as a desert was wet in the height of a drought. Here the spirits were old, and they moved as slow and thick as cold tree sap. She longed for her home where spellcraft was second nature and if anyone lacked the good sense to leave her alone, she could remind them publicly with no repercussion. Damn Beck and her stupid whims and follies. If she didn’t strangle her before they got home it’d be a bleeding miracle. 

The hair around her shoulder tousled with a swoop of her hand as she pushed it to one side of her neck. Cool air danced over the skin and helped to soothe her frayed nerves. She was so close now she could almost taste home on her lips. Her prey had been spotted; now it was just a matter of getting close enough. 

No one in the street paid her much mind. She wove through them quickly and quietly, doing her best to keep her head down and not be noticed. Drawing too much attention wouldn’t do her any good.

“Excuse me?” She’d watched him from afar for a while now---her fox form concealed in the shadows. Harper tried to offer him a smile that wasn’t predatory. With her back to the crowd she produced a bag of coins, dumping a handful out into her palm to show him they were legitimate and then drawing the string and tucking it away before she could be noticed. “I was wondering if I might buy a moment of your time, good sir.”

[coerulus]

Okay, I know that you didn't post the fuck, marry, get drunk with meme but I am just curious: Sansa, Asha, Beck

sansa is too young for any of this so brienne will drink cider with her

and uh... sleep with beck and marry asha 

[killthebxy]

--- @satincrow​ ---

^^^the gif in question,

          which falls into the category i have named Moments When Jon Snow Was So Ready To Die --- which in turn breaks my little heart to pieces because it happens far too often. i think you used a perfect choice of word: relief. relief because he knew very well there would be little chance of both of them making it out of this night alive, and that likely both would be dead at the end anyway. it’s the same sentiment we see in the books (remember that Satin is there along for the ride!!!), but in the show Jon is allowed this very brief instant of reunion rather than to find her already post-battle --- and i believe it’s the wildest mix of emotions. relief, joy, regret, fear, atonement, guilt, hope, sadness, surprise, acceptance.

          i don’t think Jon realistically had any hope of having a future together with Ygritte, no matter the outcome of the battle --- and possibly had just as little hope that she would forgive him for what he did. and yet, at the same time... it’s even more heartbreaking when we see him saying things like we’ll go back to that cave, the maester will heal you --- because he was never one for this sort of mindless optimism, and still we see him clinging to it for a little bit because it’s literally all he has left as he’s watching her die in his arms. 

          .....but back to the gif. let’s also not forget that this moment happens literal seconds only after Jon’s smackdown (i swear this pun wasn’t intended) with Styr, and honestly at this point Jon just wants to find a quiet little spot to recover for a bit --- and instead he walks/stumbles across the corner and finds Ygritte with her arrow pointed at his face. so, yes, he was so ready to die ---he was exhausted, injured, seeing brothers die left and right, still not sure if they would manage to push through, in show!canon having sent Grenn to hold the gate against Mag the Mighty--- and likely he believed it would have been the perfect epilogue and exactly what he deserved. wrong to love her and wrong to leave her. and i personally believe that, should Olly not have interfered, Jon would not have done anything to defend himself or to avoid his fate. he would have let Ygritte take his life as retribution for his betrayal, because it would have been well deserved.

tagging @arcusignis for reasons

[killthebxy]

send me ♗ and i’ll use my icon style to make an icon of your muse (please also send the name of your faceclaim!) // accepting

— @satincrow —

you know, looking at these --- it really isn’t hard to understand why Jon calls Satin pretty at least 5x in each ADWD chapter.

[killthebxy]

❄️ satincrow

trading snowflakes for the cloak of protection (always accepting) // @satincrow & @saltxwolf & @ashayara

          an excuse for me to gush about this gem that is Elsie? yes please, always! it’s funny, even, because as of late we have been discussing A LOT about the parallels between Jon and Theon …and admittedly that much is not funny at all because it hurts us both af, but it’s still sweet irony. and really i can just brainstorm with Elsie about anything ASOIAF related, and especially our muses? our chats are always so easy-going, so tranquil, so nice and lovely — again, possibly because Elsie is lovely as a whole and there isn’t a single day i’m not grateful for having her in my life. i remember when i made my blog, thinking i would likely never get to write with a Satin because he is such a minor character and i doubted anybody would bother to give him a chance — and the moment Elsie followed me I MADE WHALE NOISES. and i was not let down at all tbh. such beautiful writing and beautiful portrayal that has clicked flawlessly with my own from the very first moment, and it well shows in how we have so many different verses and plots and headcanons and contexts. definitely, one of my favorite persons no matter who she’s writing, because most of all i love & adore & cherish & appreciate & admire this gift of the old gods of a human being❤

[killthebxy]

"You are the sword in the darkness. You are the watcher on the walls. You are the fire that burns against the cold, the light that brings the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the realms of men," Satin murmurs as he helps Jon into his armor, perhaps for the last time. (from our normal season 8 verse where Satin is NOT a spy ❄️ ❤︎ )

@satincrow ft. @wolfqueennamedstark

          for a moment, it is as though nothing changed; time froze. Ygritte yet lives, Satin sits beside him a pretty boy as green as the summer grass, there’s water boiling in the kettle. they wait for Styr, and for likely death. in a way, back then… it felt DIFFERENT. back then, he was not worried he might be made to see his little sister rise with blue eyes and black hands; not worried he will stand unable to save friends and family alike; not worried his home and ancient seat of the Kings of Winter will be turned to a fortress for the Dead. back then, Jon was still afraid of dying.

          what does it say about a person, when even this final boundary is crossed and turned to a mummer’s farce? the red priestess ought to be far and away, as he forbade her from ever setting foot on the North again… yet he has no doubt she’ll snatch him from beyond the grave again and again if need be, for as long as he has yet use and purpose — she’s told him so. A TOOL TO BE USED TO BRING SALVATION.

          but deft hands continue working all around him, all over him, till every bit of armor is on proper place; if nothing else, he can be proud that he got an eye for picking the most skilled steward and squire. he’s not fooled by Satin’s swift gestures, however — the quietness of his tone speaks for itself, and the shadow in his dark eyes all the more. they all have a right to be terrified, do they not? it is the waiting that consumes them, all over again — and, this time, there will be three blasts of the war horn.

          with Longclaw buckled in place, then, there is only one last remaining thing to see done. arms now clad in ringmail and metal plate, he wraps them around Satin as gently as possible — to bring him into a hug he wishes to be eternal, only to be fleeting and vanished far too early. there is somewhere else he needs him more than at the front lines. ‘ please… watch over my sister for me. i need you at the crypts besides her, always. and should i fall… i trust you to see her somewhere safe, along with those who survive. and know that I LOVE YOU, and am SO PROUD of you, and never would have i wanted anyone else in your place. ‘