#wintercrowned

[outlawerofbeets-a]

when Tommen's phone rings around the squad

Tommen: EVERYBODY SHUT UP! *answers phone* Hi Mom

Pate: HIIIIIIIII

Bran: Come back to bed

Arya: *various sex noises*

Shireen: Tell her I say hi

Rickon: Ay, pass the weed!

Lyanna: PUT YOUR PANTS BACK ON

[manwithout-a]

❝         ALRIGHT,   KIDDO.   I’LL BITE.          what do you want me to do so THIS stays between us ?        ❞

@wintercrowned​ u didnt ask But

[mithraiic-blog]

The baby I held, the toddler I fed The boy I helped to read; I loved every child that you’ve been

@wintercrowned || no longer accepting

[wolfsouled-a-blog]

ListEN u lEFT ME AND DIED AM I W RON G ????? HUFFS @

***INTERNAL SCREAMING***

[admorsosmoved-blog]

he  supposes  that  most  assume  the  pain  gets  more  tolerable  the  more  often  one  goes  through  &  succumbs  to  it.  they  are,  he  thinks,  incredibly  wrong  in  that  thought.  there’s  no  getting  used  to  the  crack  of  your  bones  as  they  break  &  re-fuse  into  ones  more  benefiting  a  quadrupedal  beast  ;  no  getting  used  to  the  feeling  of  your  muscles  sliding  around  beneath  stretching  skin,  a  feat  you  still  aren’t  quite  able  to  comprehend  ;  no  getting  used  to  the  fire  that  burns  through  you  every  month  as  you  shift  from  man  to  beast,  losing  your  ability  for  human  comprehension  &  understanding  ---  BUT  PAIN  .  .  .  pain  is  universal.  you  howl  because  it’s  as  close  as  you  can  get  to  crying,  &  you  scratch  yourself  with  sharp  claws  because  you  want  that  fire  out  of  you.  but  you  can’t  get  rid  of  it,  &  you’ll  never  get  used  to  it.  every  full  moon  it’s  like  you’re  going  through  it  for  the  first  time.  every  full  moon,  you  hurt.

&  when  you  wake  up  the  day  after,  you  ACHE.  your  muscles  scream  with  every  motion,  bones  groaning  &  protesting,  head  throbbing  (  who  turned  up  the  dial  on  the  sun  ?  ).  it’s  an  unending  cycle,  with  less  than  three  weeks  of  respite  in  between  (  &  that’s  assuming  there’s  no  blue  moons  ).  no  ---  ---  ---  the  pain  never  becomes  more  tolerable  ;  you  just  become  more  resigned  to  your  fate.

remus  thinks  this  as  he  takes  a  long  draught  of  pumpkin  juice,  propped  up  in  his  bed  in  the  hospital  wing  with  four  pillows  (  pomfrey  insisted  ).  how  different  would  his  life  be  if  he  didn’t  have  this  affliction  ?  it’s  an  unanswerable  question  ---  ---  remus  has  been  half  MAN  half  BEAST  for  as  long  as  he  can  remember,  &  his  affliction  has  affected  every  single  aspect  of  his  life  thus  far.  still  .  .  .  it’s  nice  being  able  to  relax  in  the  hospital  wing  with  breakfast  in  bed,  particularly  when  it  falls  on  a  school  day.  no  classes  for  you  today,  mr.  lupin,  poppy  had  said  in  a  tone  that  had  dared  him  to  argue.  remus  finishes  the  sip,  taking  a  look  around  the  infirmary.  it’s  often  EMPTY  when  he  arrives,  but  not  always.  &  not  today.  remus  looks  at  the  other,  notices  how  pale  &  wan  he  looks  ;  notices  the  way  in  which  he  has  been  propped  up  in  a  similar  fashion  to  remus  himself.  a  frown              would  dumbledore  risk  .  .  .  ?  no.  surely  not.  not  even  albus  would              ❛     hello,     ❜  remus  begins,  picking  up  a  slice  of  buttered  toast  &  tearing  a  piece  of  it  off.  ❛     do  you  think  poppy’s  going  to  reappear  &  start  fussing  over  us  again  soon  ?  she  appears  so  quickly,  i’m  starting  to  think  she  can  meld  herself  into  the  furniture.     ❜

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[zaldridarys]

wintercrowned replied to your post: @honorended

8/ ur not my mom

I  am  now  boy come  give  mama  a  hug

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wintercrowned replied to your post: ffs stop getting in the way of me banging Ned, the...

O….oh no

rickON NO 

[vldimr]

@wintercrowned

               ONLY  A  MOCKING  POUT  WAS  GIVEN.  crimson  eyes  dancing  with  sheer  amusement  as  he  stared  down  at  the  wolf  boy  from  the  tree  he  perched  himself  upon.  aside  from  draining  the  sweet  blood  from  some  poor  bastards  neck,  taunting  wolves  was  a  favored  past  time.  ‘ is  little  wolf  tired ?? ’  a  mocking  tone  accompanied  taunting  s m i l e.