#watcherandshield

[wineinthewidow]

    so guess what?

     i only have four drafts.

[rcsethcrna]

@watcherandspooked

She awoke to a small, dimly-lit room and for a horrifying moment, Margaery believed she was back in the Black Cells. A wail half-formed in her throat but it died before a sound could be made. It was too warm and too dry to be the dungeons Cersei had confined her to. She was lying on a bed, too, instead of a hard dirt floor and covered in soft furs in place of a thin, moth-eaten blanket.  

Memories came to her then, of her escape and the road to Winterfell and the bandits falling upon her guard when they were weak yet so close to safety. And the cold. Always the cold. She looked around, a glint of gold on the table next to the bed catching her eye. The ring was bulky and ungainly but the rose carved into its face made it a priceless artifact. Grandmother had given it to her for safekeeping, as if she had known the misfortunes that would befall their family, and the last Margaery had seen it, she had lost it to the bandits who took her. surely they had not just returned it. 

Movement near the door startled her and she sat up abruptly, pulling her knees to her chest as though it would offer some protection. The man’s face--no, the boy’s--was hard and solemn but not necessarily unkind. That gave her pause, calmed the smallest amount of her rising panic but did not erase it. “Where am I?” Her throat felt raw and dry so her came out rough and strained. “Wh-who are you?”

[agirlingrey]

JON.

“I apologise.” Though the wind was howling behind the door and was turning all the water to ice, the Long Night itself couldn’t be as ICY AND COLD as Alys’s voice was. “I was foolish to think you would care for my opinion and knowledge. I would need red hair for that, wouldn’t I?”

[mortaele]

“   i    told   ya’,   ”   the   redhead   speaks   bluntly,   taking   a   small   bite   out   of  the   rabbit  leg   she’d    just   roasted   over   the   open   fire.   the   moon   was   full,   high   in  the   sky.   “   he   wouldn’ta   ordered   you   to    climb   the   wall   if   he   didn’t   trust   ya’,   ”   she   says,   her   tone   reassuring.   though   she   was   sure   mance   didn’t   fully   trust   jon   snow,   simply   because   he   was   a   crow.   or   was.   ygritte   had   never   been   one   to   hold   her   tongue,   or   hold   back   from   saying   what  she  was   thinking   right  in   the    moment.   “     you   scared   ?   ”   her   tone   wasn’t   patronizing   ...    merely   curious.

              ✏️       for     @watcherandshield

[cnlycat]

( @watcherandshield cont’d from here  )

he tried to be strong, tried to hold back the tears, but the pain was too sharp, and they began to flow freely. she finds him at the foot of the GODSWOOD TREE, small legs huddled to his chin in effort to hide. ofttimes he and robb would train at swords, and the slip of the dull blade or a clumsy strike would land one or the other in a fit of yelling or silent tears. but jon would retreat somewhere by himself, away from the castle household. robb was the futurelord of winterfell, heir to all their lord father POSSESSED, and catelyn loved him dearly. who was a nameless baseborn in light of that? at the sound of catelyn’s voice, eyes widen, and for a moment jon isn’t sure what to think. oddly, her voice is not rough or disgusted, but edged with CONCERN. “i didn’t mean to cry,” he says in an effort to defend himself, lip trembling.

As she held him in her arms, she wondered at what possessed her to rush to his side like this, as if he were one of her own, instead of NED’S BASTARD. With some guilt, she gingerly let him go and folded her hands in her dress. It felt like a betrayal to Robb, this motherly concern that she should reserve only for her trueborn children. She’d often seen the bastard boy as a threat. More a threat to her children then to her marriage with Ned. Many a Lord had dalliances, but to bring him back here, to raise him at Winterfell when he had the STARK look... Though she loved to look upon Robb’s sweet auburn curls and bright blue eyes, how she wished that Robb had resembled his father more... and this child. How she had hated his very PRESENCE in her household, the sullen baseborn boy that could one day act dishonorably against her own. Yet when he apologized and looked up at her, so small and vulnerable, and hurt, her heart went out to him. He was trying to be brave, trying so desperately to keep the huge drops of tears from trailing down his face... he was just a little boy after all. Still, it was better to do her DUTY and keep her distance. 

“You must be more CAREFUL,” she said sharply. “Now show me where you are hurt, and we will get you cleaned up,” she instructed. The momentary motherly concern was gone now, but her voice was free of the scorn she usually dealt him. 

[fifthbornforrester]

me watching @watcherandshield​ and @kalxidoscopc​

[clevrest]

s.c. for @watcherandshield // accepting *!

                               “ i cant imagine how you must have felt. ”  the death of their father shattered them all, of course. none of the stark children were left unscathed by the trauma that hung about their family, as if misery and defeat were the very essence of their blood. but of course they all knew how jon admired ned. they all loved him, but jon had always had that particular adoration. the death of one’s hero cannot be compared to, and with the bastard brother’s isolation at the wall, he is sure the grief would have been immense. but was cedric any better off? ivory skin wrinkles between two dark brows as cedric reflects. he too had been in isolation, trapped in the gilded cage of dornish court. the memory still fills him with guilt and remorse, but he suppresses it, stores it for a time when they are truly defeated. for now, they must rage on.  “ for what it is worth, you have me now. you can talk with me, freely of course. just the sound of your voice soothes my wounded heart like nothing else. ”  a pale hand lays atop jon’s considerably scarred digits. a bond unbroken by time or tragedy -- brothers, till the end. they would rise again.

[wineinthewidow]

THE BAE DELLA.♡

Let’s Do Positivity! /  @watcherandshieldaccepting

@kalxidoscopc

    EVERYONE! STAND AT ATTENTION!!! IT IS THE PRECIOUS DELLA COMIN’ THROUGH!!!  UNF. QUEEN. Okay. Our friendship has always been a wonderful roller coaster of joy since the moment we met. And the way we met was a wonder on it’s own? Because it wasn’t us talking, literally our muses brought us together because they were the ones who started talking and INSTANTLY HIT IT OFF! LIKE MY GOODNESS!!! I never thought Cersei could click with anyone like that in that speed before we met. And then we were able to watch their respected partnership grow into a friendship and then unto lovers? AND THEN SUDDENLY WE HAVE A PRECIOUS CHILD ON OUR HANDS!!??? (Who always grows up without one of her parents SOBS )

    And I’m just gonna say it. You make me want to watch Riverdale (its on my to watch list actually) and now whenever I see ANYTHING related to these precious babs, I think of you. I don’t how to explain it exactly? Della just has this WAY of hers where she can dig deeper into a characters mind and explore every part of their mentality and feelings and how society reflects on them. And its a treasure, a genuine treasure. AND I HAVEN’T EVEN TOUCHED ON HOW SHE IS OOC!!!! Honestly she is the best that anyone could ask for, she’s funny and can bring a smile to your face at any time. (Especially in times when you need it) and will always try her best for you. A great friend, and a wonderful soul.