#thewhxtewclf

[oathkeeperwench]

@thewhxtewclf liked for a post-battle starter

Brienne looked around shakily at the damage as she struggled to catch her breath. After hours of fighting, the battle was finally over. She needed to bathe and sleep, but before she did that, she needed to know that the Starks had made it out okay. 

When she saw Lord Jon, she limped over to him as quick as she could. “My lord,” she greeted in a voice hoarse from yelling. “I am glad to see you well. Your siblings.. is everyone alright?”

[starsinxhereyes]

@thewhxtewclf

     ❝ hold still...someone will be here shortly to help you, but you musn’t move should you make the wound any worse. ❞

[heavynlymuses-a-blog]

           “You’re nothing more than a wolf’s bastard, what could you possibly have to say to me?”

@thewhxtewclf

[its-negan-bitch]

blogs and shit

Okay so just so everyone knows i have other muses that y’all are able to interact with as of right now. I’m slowly fixing up this blog in preparation for the new season and i’m trying to get some writing done as well. I’ll also be adding a few verses for Negan here as well.

 If you need to contact me outside of tumblr, i have skype and discord--but discord is my preference so DM me for that if you’d like it.

Here’s a list of the other blogs:

@thewhxtewclf

@southbronxabogado

@thelostspiritcole

**If anyone has any people they’d like to suggest as far as wallpaper designs, please DM with your suggestion. 

[ofarrowsandfire-blog]

@thewhxtewclf hit the heart for a starter. "Ye' holdin' it wrong!" The red head stood behind the taller of the two, raven tendrils almost in her face as she raised herself to see over his shoulder and right his grasp on the bow. "There. Now try."

[saltedcrow-blog]

“You haven’t slept for days, have you?”


Theon shook his head. Sleep was a distant memory to him. Before it had brought him some solace, an escape from the horrors that comprised his life. Now, it brought such horrors back. He dreamt in the pink of the Bolton sigil, the familiar color of newly exposed flesh and muscle. He tasted blood and strips of skin, saw the muscle harden and crack as it was exposed to the air.

Theon shuddered and slowly brought his knees up to his chest. His chin rested against them, thick with beard. He swallowed.

"M'all right," he mumbled. "M'fine. I'll - take the black soon."

As if he was fit for it.

[thedolorous]

“concentrate please - just for a little.”

but he’s tired :( | @thewhxtewclf

      “it’s been a long bloody night, though. m’freezing. YOU should be goin’ to sleep, too.” edd’s aggressively pouting at his friend, arms crossed over his chest. “read it again.” he grumbles, huddling closer to the fire. 

[greiqoy-a]

KISSES

﹠.       my    bones    cry    with    fatigue  ;       𝐈    𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋    𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄    𝐀𝐓    𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄    𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇    𝐓𝐇𝐄    𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃    𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍    𝐓𝐇𝐄    𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆    .      it’s    over  .    it’s    over    but    he    grips    his    bow    tightly    despite    it,    as    if    afraid    the    undead    will    raise    once    more  .    his    mind    is    numb,    faint    prayers    for    the    safety    of    sansa,    of    the    north,   and    of    jon,    are    the    only    coherent    thoughts    he    could    form.    but    it’s    exactly    jon    that    theon    espies    first,    ‘fore    all    else,    and    he    can’t    deny    the    relief    that    floods    his    being    at    seeing    the    other    alive  .         ❝       jon  .    i    thought    .  .  .       ❜        that    i    would    never    get    to    see    you    again    /    that    i    would    not    make    it    back    /    that,    perhaps,    you    wouldn’t  .   words    come    out    in    a    breathy    heap,    trailing    off    as    if    spilling    his   thoughts    aloud   would   pain   him   physically  .    and  it  just  might  .       

𝐈𝐓'𝐒    𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃:      theon    never    anticipated    jon    pulling    him    aside,    away    from    the    carnage    adorning    the    godswood,    bloodied,    red    to    match    the    swaying    leaves,    and    away    from    prying    eyes.    he    means    to    speak    up,    ask    what’s    going    on,    but    then,    in    the    hush    of    the    castle    and    within    the    dark    that    threatened    to    swallow    them    both,    jon’s    lips    brush    against    his,    (    brief,    but    sweet  !!    and    theon    thinks    it    might    just    be    the    adrenaline,    the    rush    of    facing    death    )    devouring    anything    else    he    had    previously    meant    to    say  .       he    finds    he    doesn’t    mind,       although    the    act    isn’t    returned,    not    immediately,    as    if    he    were    stuck    in    a    dream    and    could    not    control    his    own    movement  .    eventually,    bloodied,    bruised    hands      -      𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨,    𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴  𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨      -      find    comfort    in    the    leather    of    jon’s    armour,    resting  atop  his  shoulders,    and    there    they    remain,    for    however    long    jon    would    allow  .