#silentshadcw

[killthebxy]

Has Ghost ever blepped??

@silentshadcw …have you ever done whatever this is about?

[thedolorous]

a silent huff blew from his snout as he trotted over to the beaten crow , nudging his cheek tenderly with his cold , wet nose. it was a relief to know one he cared for was still among the living. though it was apparent wounds needed to heal , on them both. the large wolf flopped down with a slight wince but was still able to curl his body around Edd to let them both finally rest.

cute ghost things !! | @silentshadcw

      edd groans softly as he feels the nose against his cheek. the wounded commander stirs, eyes opening slowly. “ghost?” he asks, voice too soft. he’s fighting for his life with the wound in his back, but he thinks if he’s survived this long… he would live. it was a COMFORT to have the direwolf lie beside him; he feels safe. then again, he’s always felt safe with ghost. they’ve been through many a rough time together at the wall and beyond. edd shifts to rest his head against him, snuggling beside his friend. they could heal TOGETHER. 

[killthebxy]

😘🍺 ( from human!ghost // i would imagine this would be his first time drinking so... good luck dad )

send 😘🍺 to drunkenly kiss Jon Snow; platonic smooches also accepted (accepting) // @silentshadcw

          it’d be cruel to deny him, when everyone else is indulging, and it’d be cruel to fill his cup with water when everywhere in the keep ale and wine are flowing so liberally. and if everyone is celebrating being alive while the Dead are finally dead, should he have his soulmate out of it when Ghost did so much to help as was? not fair at all, and that’s what has Jon complying when the request comes, and he’s the one to fill the cup himself. that and to keep a close eye, as it won’t be that much of amusement if he ends up accidentally hurting himself --- and isn’t this a father figure’s duty to start with? for once, duty that comes laced with lighthearted banter and the unfamiliar taste of peace in their mouth.

          as predictable, regardless, it doesn’t take much for it to go straight to his faithful companion’s head, being completely unused to the charms and magic of a drink as strong as the northern ale. it’s a bit of a tranquil moment, even, despite Tormund’s voice BOOMING behind them as he tells the tale of this flying ice horse he once saw during the last winter... and it’s when Jon finds his most precious leaning in and in, apparently turned so affectionate now that the ale is in full effect --- only to start planting little clumsy kisses all over his face, bringing out of bastard a laugh of joy so pure and genuine he’s forgotten he can still feel it.

‘ ...stop that, you’ll knock us both down this table! ‘

[kngcrw]

PLOTTED STARTER || @silentshadcw

           THE FIRST THING HE FELT  was the light hitting the backs of his eyes; despite how far north castle black was,    it still had days where the sun shone and caused the snowy grounds to shimmer in the gleam,   and there were still days where the illumination roused jon from his slumber.      heavy eyelids flutter open, then squeeze themselves shut once more, wishing for   FIVE MINUTES MORE   sleep. the furs were soft on his body,    the bed beneath felt as though it had opened up and swallow him whole.      reluctance was all jon could feel as he tried to admit to himself that the day had began   and  he needed to leave his bed.

                arms weak with tire pull him up, knuckles raising to his eyes,   trying to rub the sleep from them. chestnut hues examine the room in slight,   still too drowsy to truly take in their surroundings.       they fall upon the wall,  the floor,  the hearth &   the man on the floor.     THE MAN ON THE FLOOR !?     who the hell was he? it was nobody that jon recognised; he lay,   curled in a ball,   without a single shred of material on.     gaze darted toward the door;   it was closed,     just as it had been when jon had  gone  to sleep the  night  before.

              HE SCRAMBLES BACK, pushing himself up against the wall at the head of the bed. trembling palms slowly & carefully reach out,  trying to grab hold of   l o n g c l a w.     fingers brush the hilt of the bastard sword,   but not quite enough for it to be in grasp;    instead sending it toppling to the floor with an almighty  CRASH.    oh gods;      if the man was asleep before,    he sure wouldn’t be now.

[reignfyre]

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The let’s be honest meme

Have you ever cried writing a reply?

Many times. A former muse of mine’s entire character is literally based around her intense grief, so, she was a very emotionally taxing muse to write. I don’t think I’ve cried yet writing one on Dany but I’m sure it’s just a matter of time lol. I cry easily.