hello! this account will be dedicated to our favorite melodramatic and brooding young boy!
we will be posting quotes from a song of ice and fire, fanarts, gifs, edits, metas, character analyses and such! ❄️
for eight thousand years the men of house stark had lived and died to protect their people against such ravagers and reavers… and bastard-born or no, the same blood ran in his veins.
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she sang for mercy, for the living and the dead alike, for bran and rickon and robb, for her sister arya and her bastard brother jon snow, away off on the wall.
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it was ghost who knew what to do. silent as shadow, the pale direwolf moved closer and began to lick the warm tears off samwell tarly’s face. the fat boy cried out, startled… and somehow, in a heartbeat, his sobs turned to laughter. jon snow laughed with him.
robb a king? the brother he’d played with, fought with, shared his first cup of wine with? so now robb will sip summerwine from jeweled goblets, while i’m kneeling beside some stream sucking snowmelt from cupped hands. “robb will make a good king,” he said loyally.
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and suddenly ghost was back, stalking softly between two weirwoods. white fur and red eyes, jon realized, disquieted. like the trees…
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george writes ramsay as a direct opposite of who jon is, they are two northern bastards fathered by lords, yet one of them is recognized by his “father” while the other one is not given that recognition nor a welcoming place under his roof and ramsay takes it by force
the realization twisted in his belly like a knife […] a lord may love the men that he commands, but he cannot be a friend to them.
up here in her garden dany sometimes felt like a god, living atop the highest mountain in the world. do all gods feel so lonely? some must, surely.
thank you to the wonderful @KatanaSonata for taking my commission and drawing the passage right before jon gets elected lord commander 💙❄️ i really can't get over the age accuracy here!
with a raucous scream and a clap of wings, a huge raven burst out of the kettle [...] jon heard samwell tarly shout, “i know that bird! that’s lord mormont’s raven!” the raven landed on the table nearest jon. “snow,” it cawed. “snow, snow, snow.”