#starkjustice

[starkmatriarch]

starkjustice replied to your post “Starter Call”

||We had a thread ages ago before I vanished. Would you be okay with it if I threw a reply back to that? quq

I honestly can’t recall what that thread is, I’m so sorry?

[vuulpecula]

> u>;; how selfish would it be to drop my own url

TO SPREAD POSITIVITY. || ALWAYS ACCEPTING. 

ONLY THE BEST KIND OF SELFISH. Okay, where to start? We’ve just started talking a few days ago and goodness gracious. I’m so sorry, but you are nowin my heart and say goodbye to any chance at getting rid ofme. You’re an absolute jewel (and I am currently blushing about that message you just sent me. Don’t expect it back because I’m keeping it there forever, thank you, thank you, thank you for it!!). I love being able to ‘click’ with people and not feel awkward about messaging back or even sharing ideas and with you, I get that. <3

On to Robb and theme and what-not, because I feel like stuff about that should definitely be shared. Alright, so, thething I love about rping with multiple muses is that they are never the same (which is a very good thing). I mean, thecharacterization follows the same lines, but the way they’re written is different, does that make sense? Anyway, yours isjust ugh. I find myself grinning when I read your replies and it’sin the way you handle him. It’s so intrinsically human, your writingillustrates Robb Stark in such an understated way that it kills me (in a good way). You could write maybe two sentences and stillI will still be like, YEP I CAN FEEL IT, George R.R. Martin would beproud. Plus, the whole “not always black and white” thing you’ve got going on your blog mixed with such a simplistic theme. It just works sowell. I guess that’s a round-about way of saying I really love your portrayal!ALSO, you seem so open to a ton of stuff and willing to have a bunch of threads which okay, I love having multiple threads with people! You are inmy heart forever, you’re just so kind and I feel incredibly blessed to have started interacting with you. :D Thank you so much for that! 

[crannogdaughter-blog]

starkjustice

“My King.”

Entering the warmth of the drawing room, Meera bowed courteously to the Lord of Winterfell, the King in the North. She and Jojen had arrived not a day before to pledge their loyalty to the Starks, yet they had been welcomed as though they were family.

“Am I intruding?”

[wallflowerofthenorth-blog]

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My muse has recently been in an accident that has left them blind. Send me ♖ for what they would say to yours when our muses meet next.

When Jon had trudged back to Winterfell from a trip outside the castle that had gone terribly wrong, his tail between his legs, defeated, hurt and in pieces in more ways than one, it had been his direwolf, Ghost, who had guided his way back.. to the only place where he would consider home.

Jon had nearly fallen off his horse once inside the gates had it not been the stable boy who saw his bloodied body and battered face and raised the alarm for the healer and soon the Starks were made aware of Jon’s state too.

Now laying uncomfortably in his bed, in spite of the cozy sheets and furs, he woke up to his head swimming and his whole body feeling heavy. He tried to blink his eyes but they wouldn’t budge. Or perhaps they did and yet he saw nothing but darkness before him. He had been wrapped in salves and bandages while he was unconscious, the dressings thick around his eyes and around his head.

There were other voices but the first he recognized and held on to was Robb’s as the other voices faded away.  

"Robb, why are you talking in the dark?" He felt like he’d been asleep for a year but there was no mistaken the bed he was on as the one he’d always slept on. Yet, strange, the room looked darker than he remembered even with the candles out.

The heat he felt through the furs was that from the sun as a panic started to seep through him.

"No.. This can’t be happenin’." His voice sounded strange even to his own ears.

Reaching out a bandaged hand, he was wanting and eager to rip away the obstructions before his eyes.

[starkmatriarch]

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It had been a simple accident which could not have been foretold or prevented. The horses, bucking, chaos, panic, and Catelyn had been unfortunate enough to be seated in the wrong part of the group. But Gods, how she wished she had not. Not for her own sake, but for Robb’s. They were at war with, it felt, the entire Seven Kingdoms, with enemies on all sides; he did not need a blinded Mother to add to his troubles. She had taken a while to recover, the Maester advising as much bed rest as possible, and her leg had been injured as well, though that was almost healed now, Gods be good. When she heard the guardsman announce ‘his grace’, Catelyn tensed. She adjusted herself in her seat and turned in the direction of the window. She could not see the view, but she could feel the sun on her face.

“I am so sorry, Robb” She said softly when she heard the chamber door close, “It seems I have only added to your troubles”

[northernxblood]

in times of war [closed]

starkjustice

Grey Wind was curled up by the hearth, enjoying the warmth it spread throughout the large tent. All around him the night was alive with the talk of men, the clang of steel on steel and smell of sizzling meat. The direwolf diverted his attention when his master Robb entered the tent, his features were restless and there was a nervous energy to him. Immediately Grey Wind stood from his place by the fire and walked to his master's side. This time was not easy on him. Just like Grey Wind had lost a sister to the lion-men, his master's family was endangered by them too.