#starknomore

[chainednortherner-blog]

                                             Childhood sweethearts, that is how they                                                   used to call us which I really didn’t                                                           understand back then.                                                 Now, I am OLDER and I realize why. I                                                      have loved you my whole Life.

[crowncdcrow-archive]

He had been the only fighter, clearly Northern, that Jon had not known. He wore no sigil, claimed no house, and brought no men. Whispers began, calling the man Phantom–– a wild beast of a man who served only his own sense of justice.

He was unsure what had kept a man so wanton in Winterfell beyond night’s fall after the battle, but Jon was thankful to find him in the armory, sharpening his steel. “It wasn’t always so barren”, he remarked, looking around the ransacked walls, unapologetically making small talk with the man.

@starknomore​

[adeadrose-blog1]

@starknomore liked for a starter

“Oh, I’m sorry!” The words escape her before she even sees who it is she has bumped into as she turned a corner, but upon realizing it is someone she does not know, she is putting on her prettiest smile. After all, there was no telling who anyone was, or could be. "You must forgive me, please.”

[oftarth]

「 ⚔ ▓▐▐〝 @starknomore. 」

                                       “  really, they could give us better food than this, but do they? No. Have you seen this carrot? –––– What, did you want me to watch something? Sorry –––– ( no i’m not ) ––––, I forgot to listen. Gods... look at this carrot.  ”

[wolfblxxdxd-blog]

@starknomore liked this for a starter!

“And what did you get yourself into this time, baby brother?”

[oftarth]

「 ⚔ ▓▐▐〝 @starknomore. 」

                                           it had been two days since last she had sighted an inn, && she expected it to be two weeks more until she saw another. There was life on the road, at least. Every so often, she would pass others on the road, questioning each for a maiden with auburn hair. Sometimes, they would simply say no; sometimes, they would sneer && tell her she was no longer a maiden, in this country.

                                         it mattered little now. For now, she turned off the road. She sight of smoke in the waning light of the sun took her off the beaten path. She had not seen anyone for several hours, && though that was not long for her, the reason for her approach was her search. Whatever the consequences, she would find the girl she needed. She would die, if that was what needed to be done. Too drastic a thought for a time like this, && when she finally spotted the fire, she stopped well near the treeline, looking for any others who might be around. Only one sat: a man, she thought.     “  … Good evening.  ”     Caution ran cool in her voice.

[tvrcll-archive]

@ofcomingwinter: how in th e wor l d 

LITERALLY ????? No idea

@starknomore: How????

No FCU K IN IDEA

@revixiism: im sorr y but that’s so funny

hAS ANYONE EVER POINTED OUT THAT YOU’RE MEAN AF TO ME ???????

@sonofthestag: THE FUCK??? LET’S MAKE A NEW ONE AND GET YOU BACK!!! @TVRCLL

HONESTMEME, i’m good for rn, because i suddenly got a lot of muse for thread.

[anxmalxnstincts-archived-blog]

@starknomore from HERE

Oh, but she could smell it.  It had hit her before they’d even stepped through the doors.  People had died here... and more than just a few.  The smell of shit and piss was still somewhat noticeable to her sensitive nose.  She lifted her torch a bit higher, letting her gaze shift about the small space.  He was right, of course.  The nearest inn was at least a hundred leagues away and they couldn’t ride any further in the freezing rain.  She scrunched up her nose slightly and sighed.  “Fine.  But you’ll be taking first watch tonight.”