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jeyneofpoole · 6 months
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leda 1, 2, 3
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amber-laughs · 8 months
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“Bring her home, Mance” but away from Winterfell, because the Starklings are each other’s home not some castle
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sleazyjanet · 1 year
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canon divergence stark family. they all lived, they're all happy, no one hates no one (not saying WHO *cough* catelyn *cough*) and it's the year 305 AC (seven years later) so there's two more kids.
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so:
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robb, aged 21, bran aged 15 and rickon aged 10 (he's a large bulky kid)
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jon snow, aged 21
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sansa aged 18 and arya aged 16 (she had a growth spurt at 14)
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edwyn, oc, aged 5/6. he's a twin
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harwyn, oc, aged 5/6. he's edwyn's twin
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ned aged 42, catelyn aged 41. cat MIGHT be pregnant in this again
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prest0-art · 2 months
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The pack lives
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liaa--qb · 3 months
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Dark Jon imagining to kill Bran n Arya so that he can keep his Sansa all to himself
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Jon initially plotted to take control of Winterfell by scheming to murder Arya and Bran. However, upon his return, he unexpectedly developed strong feelings for his pretty half-sister Sansa. This altered his intentions, leading him to revise his plans to not only claim Winterfell but also to involve Sansa in his aspirations. As events unfold, Jon later decides to punish Sansa hard as a form of revenge for the mistreatment he believes Catelyn, her mother gave him over the years, as Sansa bears a resemblance to her.
( Someone fancasting Harry gilby n Eleanor Tomlinson as Jonsa was so perfect and can you believe jon really f a girl who looked like Sansa😭 )
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Following you to the ends of the earth Pt. 2
Brandon Stark x Reader
Summary- Part 2 to my first work under the same title. As the story progresses, Bran and readers relationship does too. Taking place in the cave still, they face the white walkers. Part one right here! A/N- OH Em GEE you guys, tysm for all the likes and reposts, it makes me feel really good that yall are liking this story as much as I am! Love yall so much! Word count- 3,285
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You were always a light sleeper. Maybe it was because you were never truly safe, that you always needed to be on your toes. That's what happens when your betrothed is Brandon Stark. The soon-to-be Three-Eyed Raven. A lifestyle you knew many girls would reject or resent, but you wouldn't change it for the word. If always being hyper-aware kept you close to Bran, then so be it.
Although you never slept very long, holding Bran certainly helped. Which you did a lot more since becoming engaged. Not a night went by where he wasn't leaning into your side, chest, lap, or shoulder. The only times you weren't holding him, he was holding you.
This particular night, Brandon was the restless one. His head resting on your thighs, acting as a pillow. You were fast asleep, back pressed up agaist some of the roots and stone inside the cave.
Bran looked all over in the darkness, trying to distract himself from his growing boredom. He contemplated waking you, but he knew you needed sleep more than him at that moment.
Ultimately, he lifted his head fom you, hair disheveled. He immediately regretted it as he heard you groan at the lack of warmth and pressure. Luckily you stayed asleep.
First, he started to play with the dirt that padded the floor. Careful to not get any on you, he lifted it in his hands and spread it back out. This amused him for only a minute. He then thought to Summer. She was ears-up watching him, but he was only greeted by a tilt of her head.
With a sigh, he tried to lean himself up against the wall, just as you were. He stared at you for a moment. Just taking in your features. The small pout your lip that had gained seconds previously, the way your head slightly leaned to him. Even the small scar you had on your temple, result of a bad encounter in the woods.
He then worried that you might think lowly of him for looking at you, sleeping so softly. That being said, he changed his glance to the Old man. How could the Three-Eyed Raven sleep so much? It made Bran upset just thinking about the wasted time in the cave.
The Three-Eyed Raven was always insisting that 'Bran needed rest', sometimes only after one vision. If Bran was going to become the Three-Eyed Raven one day, they would need to pick up the pace.
It was this mentality that had Bran picking up the finger bone of a far passed figure. He tossed the bone up to the Old man in an attempt to wake him, but was unsuccessful. With a deeper sigh this time, he decided to take matters into his own hands.
With a small grunt he moved to a crawling position to grab a branch in front of you and him.
"Bran?" You spoke out to him, noticing he was gone. "Are you ok?" You whispered.
He sqeezed his eyes closed for a second, scolding himself for waking you. "I am, go back to sleep." He said, turning to face you with a smile.
"What are you doing?" You persisted.
"Nothing, I'm just restless. I promise." He insisted.
As much as you wanted to call him over to smother him in affection and cuddle his worries away, you didn't know if he would be comfortable with that yet. The look on his face seemed like it had a goal, like he was trying to do something. But, you trusted him and did not want to bother him further.
Maybe if you knew what was going to happen you would have done things differently...
"If you need anything, let me know." You gave him a pleasant smile, which he studied with all his might, before turning on your side to try to gain sleep again.
His heart warmed, and he thought about returning to snuggle up and try to fall asleep. But, he couldn't deny that he felt a type of calling, and with frowned brows he faced the branch infront of him again.
Inhale. Exhale. Then he grabbed the branch, going deep into another vision.
Suddenly, he was outside. Powdered snow beneath him, with more falling from the sky. He walked on to the large tree in the middle of the snowy field.
Unusual stones flowed around the tree, but seemingly abandoned. With confusion rich on his face, he turned completely around to take in his surroundings.
After looking away then back to behind him, an army appeared. Thousands of bodies, but none human.
All were still and looked of decaying flesh, nothing humane about them except for the ripped clothing they wore.
This did nothing to help his confusion, but he marched on. Forcing his way through the frozen hoard of beings. Until he reached the end.
Four iced figures on decaying horses were sat at the back of the mob. Bran approached them, yearning for a better look. Until one of their heads snapped. Now looking directly at Bran.
He couldn't have possibly been seen? Right?
All of a sudden, the whole of the army was surrounding him. All looking right at Bran.
He turned fearfully, panting. Now met face-to-face with the leader of the hoard, The Night King.
Bran tried to back away, but was not quick enough. The Night King was too fast, and was right in Brans way.
A loud scream left his lips, he didn’t know if it was in pain or fear.
Your eyes snapped open at the sound and anxiety hit your veins like ice. You were fully awake now, adrenaline pumping.
"Brandon, Wha-" You were interrupted by a frantic Bran.
"He saw me, he saw me, The Night King saw me!" He exclaimed to you and The Three-Eyed Raven.
Surprisingly calm, the Old Man asked, "Did he touch you?"
'I-I don't know, he was close but.." At his words you were already on your feet, knelt down by Brans side. You examined him for and visible wounds.
"He touched you." The Three-Eyed Raven commented, and you raised both of Brans sleeves up. His left arm unscathed, thankfully. But he was not so lucky, for when you pulled up his right sleeve, you were met with an Icy hand print, that might have left an Ice burn scar.
Now everyone was awake, and questioning what happened. You let out a mix between a gasp and short cry at his forearm. "Oh gosh..." At your words, Bran looked up at you. Horror filled his eyes and you tried your best to console him with one hand to his back, and other fingers combing his messy hair.
"He knows you're here, he will come for you." The Old Man stated. Now you were terrified as well.
"But, he can't get in." Bran said, now doubting himself.
"Now he can." The Old Man claimed. "His mark is now on you. You must leave, all of you, now!"
You quickly kissed Brans cheek before getting up to help Meera and Hodor pack your things. You had to beckon the two others to get up, them still confused and dazed.
Meera gained some sense of urgency and went over to the sled, "Come on Hodor, help me with the sleigh." Hodor hesitantly walked over, assisting Meera. All while you crammed items into you bags, uncaring of wrinkles.
"Im sorry, I didn't mean to." Bran wasn't just speaking to The Three-Eyed Raven, but the three of you as well.
"The time has come." The Old Man began.
"Time for what?" With a quiver Bran answered.
"It is time for you to become me." The Three-Eyed Raven finalized.
Bran looked over at you, searching for some sort of familiarity and comfort. All you could offer was a look of reassurance and a smile while grabbing another bag. "But... Am I ready?" Bran asked, unsure.
He was met with a "No." Then both the Old Man and Bran snapped into a vision. Brans head falling back with a gasp and eyes white.
You let out a shaky breath, standing up to try to collect your thoughts.
"We can go home now Hodor." Meera exclaimed, trying to ease Hodors stress.
He responded with a chuckle and a "Hodor."
"Well, maybe not home-home, but at least not a cave." She said, smiling herself.
You tried to distract the ugly feeling in you stomach by joining the conversation, "I just want a nice fluffy bed and a hot bath." You added.
Meera smiled at you, "Oh, yes. And eat something that's not moss." Hodor laughed at the two of you.
"I want an egg." She stated, "How do you two like them, buttered? With a side of bacon. Maybe sausage?" Hodor ws very amused by this, his giddy 'Hodors" followed after him.
"Sunny side up for me." You said while gathering the blanket you and Bran were previously using.
At this Meera fell quiet. "What, what is it?" you questioned. Her face dropping, then eyes widening. You rose to your feet to follow her when she ran to the entrance of the cave.
"Meera, wait, we're not done packi-." Your words left your mouth as you were met with the sight of thousands of the dead. No, hundreds of thousands. All standing outside of the cave, with their leader The Night King, in front.
You had never been so scared. Not even when Jojen was attacked and killed by wights. Fear struck you onto your core. The hair on the back of your neck rose, your brow lined in sweat despite the cold. You were frozen still.
With wide eyes, you watched the Night King and his White Walkers advance.
Leaf and the other Children of the forest started throwing special balls of explosives out. Then lighting a ring of fire around the entrance of the cave. This would help keep them at bay. But you did not have a lot of time.
"Meera, we have to go now." She was just as shocked as you. With a grab of her arm, you pulled her back into the cave. She quickly came to and started running along side you.
At the commotion of running back in, Hodor became distraught. "Hodor...Hodor."
"Bran, wake up. Please Bran!" You called out to him, just as you fell to your knees beside him.
With your body pressing against his, you grabbed his shoulders and shook him. All while Meera tried to console Hodor into picking up the sled.
Bran laid there, eyes white as ever. It took all you had not to start throwing objects with foul language at the Three-Eyed Raven. If he was all-knowing, why couldn't he have prevented this?
Your cries became sobs as you felt tears bubbling up while shouting at Bran. "Bran, they are here now, we need you! Brandon wake up!" His name left your lips in a pitiful weep. If Bran couldn't hear your blatant plead for help, you would have to come up with another option.
"Meera, help me lift him." You called her over, whiping your tears away and giving one last sniffle. The two of you struggled to hoist Bran up to the sled. In your still blurried eyed state, you just about dropped him off of the sleigh, if it weren't for Meeras help.
The both of you panted at the activity, now out of breath. But you still needed to calm Hodor down. You went over to him stumbling as you did. A gentle hand was rested to his shoulder, calling his name.
"Hodor, listen, we need your help, you need to breathe. Inhale then exhale, buddy." You talked to him like a mother would, if Bran was conscious you knew he would make a comment about how nurturing you were.
White Walkers started pouring into the cave, and you had to quickly grab your weapon, an axe. As a walker came up to attack Hodor, he let out a cry. You jumepd to, slicing the walker across the chest. It fell to the ground, but more were approaching.
"Hodor, we need your help!" Meera shouted out, while swinging her sword at walkers who were trying to attack Bran.
You grabbed Hodor the best you could, pulling him to his feet. You urged him to walk to Meera and Bran. A walker some how pranced down from the ceiling, Meera letting out a scream. Summer hoped into action, tearing the walker apart.
It was looking hopeless as more White Walkers poured in. That was until Leaf and some other Children of the forest came in as well. All defending the four of you.
"Bran, wake up, we are all gong to die! We need Hodor, Bran!" Meera tried again. His white eyes stared back at the two of you.
Hodor was becoming more frantic, yelling out "Hodor, Hodor!" He shook his hands all around.
You knelt down at the side of the sled, while Meera stood up to fight more walkers off.
Taking his pale face in you hands, you brought his face close to yous. Foreheads touching, and one hand moving to be in his hair, you spoke to him.
"Baby please, we need you to warg into Hodor. My love, if this must be the last thing I ask of you so be it, but we will die if you do not wake up. Please, we need Hodor." You whispered directly into his ear. Then pressing you cheek to his own. Not before planting a quick kiss on his lips.
Unknown to you, while Bran was in his vision, watching the courtyard where a young Hodor and his father played and worked, he felt your touch. First, he leaned into the familiar feeling of you hand to his face. He didn't think about the fact that he had never felt you in a vision before.
He just thought about how your hand moved to his hair, smiling at the action. That was until he felt your cheek against his, then a whisper of your words in his ear, ringing out. You sounded weak, like you were crying. With a warm pressure against his lips, he felt your kiss. Bran said your name unconsciously. Just before snapping back to and warging into Hodor.
It was just a whisper, but you heard him murmur your name. You jumped up, looking to his eyes. They were still white, but now Hodor was standing tall, silent.
Hodor, under Brans guidance, marched over and picked up the handles of the sled. He started pulling Bran to the back exit of the cave. You risked the extra second to grab a bag. You weren't sure if it was the food or extra furs. Either way, you couldn't live without one or the other.
Just as you were pulling away, a walker ran at you. With a scream, you fell onto your back. Helpless, you prayed what you thought would be you last prayer.
With a snarl, Summer leaped up and attacked the walker. Giving you time to compose yourself and run with the others. You turned your head to see that Summer wasn't following you, but standing her ground.
"Summer! Summer, come here girl." You called after, but she stayed. Continuing to snarl at the walkers that advanced. You had no time, you had to run. With another sob, you tried a last time "No, summer, you have to come!" She didnt, and you ran.
You could worry about how to tell Bran later, right now you needed to make sure he stayed alive. You sprinted as fast as your legs would let you, bag now secured on your back.
You caught up to them by sheer luck. The two panting as they ran as well.
You made a glance behind you, seeing the corridor flooding with walkers. "We have to hurry!" You proclaimed.
Just a mere few seconds later, you all reached a door at the end of the passage way. Hodor dropped the sled down and went up to throw his body against it. Trying to urge it open. Meera and you helped the best you could, her soon bending with her hands on her kneees. She felt that she might pass out.
Looking at the long hall again, Leaf stood alone. Looking to the hundreds of walkers. She muttered a "Good luck." Out to you.
She then ran to the walkers, sacrificing herself with an explosive ball in her hands. The tunnel went up in flames.
You urged Hodor back, swinging your axe at the door handle. As a result, you were hrown back at the rebound. You weren't strong enough, but Hodor took the axe from your hands and swung it himself. This time it actually did damage, the handle popping open.
You all rushed out, Hodor turning around to close the door. But, the door wouldn't close all the way. Hodor used his body to keep it shut.
"Hodor, Hold the door!" Meera told. While you picked up one handle of the sled, Meera the other, you two pulled Bran away closer to the forest.
"Hold the door!" Meera called out again to the man.
"Good job Hodor, you've always protected us so well!" You yelled to him. Knowing it might be the last thing he hears.
You couldn't bare to look back at the walkers digging into Hodor. You kept a blank stare straight, and the two of you struggled to pull Bran.
The only reason you and Meera were able to get him to far so quickly was pure adrenaline.
You let out whispered cries. The storm had passed, now only a light flurry. The sky was still dark, or maybe it was the many leaves blocking the moonlight. But it only seemed to get darker in the forest. Every so often you called out to Bran, but he was still in a Warged-out state, or simply a vision.
Not knowing how far you were into the woods, or how much time had passed, you and Meera collapsed.
Meera tried to stand again, to pull Bran by the rope reigns, but was unable. You were both out of strength. She let out a wail, and you froze for just a moment before calling out to her.
Now in a full cry, she fell back to her knees, rope still in hand.
"Meera, Meera its ok. Shhh, its ok. You tried your best." You said as your pulled her into a hug. Her tears wet the shoulder of you furs, you didn't mind though.
With a sniffle she pulled back. You both turned to Bran and went by his side.
She sobbed again seeing him unconscious, and you wrapped an arm around her while you both leaned into the sled. You had one arm now cradling Brandons head, the other on Meeras back.
The three of you in a circle formation, in a way that had Bran against a tree, you and Meera with your backs to any attacker.
Brans eyes returned to their brown state, with your hand rubbing gentle circles on his cold cheek.
He looks to you then Meera, "They've found us." was all he said.
"I am so sorry." Meera cried out. She was holding everything that happened on herself. While all you could do in the moment was prioritize everyone's safety, though you knew your feelings would hit you hard later. If there even was going to be a later.
You pulled Meera down with you, both close to Bran all huddled together.
You saw the walkers approach, but the two of you had no strength left. You just held eachother. Accepting your fate, at least you would die with Bran....
A/N- I couldn't help myself yall, I love Bran too much. Lmk if yall want a pt. 3! Thanks for reading, and thanks again for the support guys! Lmk if there's any way I can improve the story! Tags- (lmk if you want to be tagged as well!) @thethreeeyed-raven @knight-of-flowerss
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ice-mint · 7 months
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Some niche asoiaf memes.
1) Brandon the Builder 2) Lann the Clever 3)The Iron Bank of Braavos
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House Stark // Peaky Blinders AU
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nedlynstan · 8 months
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NED AND CAT
a random video edit i made for nedlyn! i love editing young ned and cat it gives me sm muse. also this song is so peaceful this reminds me of their years before everything happened yk. anyway hope you enjoy it
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Princess Sansa Stark and her husband Lord Theon Greyjoy sitting at the court of her brother, The King in the North Robb Stark. Their daughter Gwendolyn Greyjoy also attended, this was her first time at court and spent her fifth nameday at Winterfell. The Princess enjoyed gossiping with her husband nearly as much as Lord Greyjoy enjoyed gathering information for his beloved wife.
Hi guys! I wanted to give thanks to @ship-ambrosia for helping me figure out a name for Theonsa’s daughter<3 they were a tremendous help and gave me a wonderful idea for a second daughters name!
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efpizza · 2 years
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”Jaime told me once that he only feels truly alive in battle and in bed.” She lifted her cup and took a long swallow. Her salad was untouched. ”I would sooner face any number of swords than sit helpless like this, pretending to enjoy the company of this flock of frightened hens.”
”You asked them to be here, Your Grace.”
”Certain things are expected of a queen. They will be expected of you should you ever wed Joffrey. Best learn.”
(a clash of kings)
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areaderinlove · 1 year
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I need cregan stark fics i can’t be expected to wait till 2024 for tumblr to be filled with them if anyone has any recs or even ideas i might even help and complete them 
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amber-laughs · 9 months
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starklings growing up having casual sibling fights. robb and sansa fighting over who gets to sit where at dinner, arya and bran fighting over toys, little rickon pulling out sansa’s hair ribbon, robb and jon giving each other the silent treatment after training gets too rough
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sleazyjanet · 1 year
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catelyn tully stark and her kids in a moment of unlikely joy <3
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aintinacage · 4 months
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Christmas Cards - Stark Family
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hacked-wtsdz · 1 year
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The themes of home and homesickness and alienation and connection and tragedy and love in asoiaf really get to me. The way the Starks are always in some mind connection with their past and family, how the memories of each other’s brothers and sisters and parents are brought up so often in their chapters. Something always reminds them of each other, they fall in love with people who remind them of each other, they long to see each other, but it’s a dead longing. A longing that says “I wish I could be that little girl again, that little girl whose hatred for her siblings was love”. “I wish I could be her, but I never will, I wish I could see their faces again, because then part of me will reconnect to home”. The desperation, the sadness behind all that. The wolf howls, the wolf analogies, the wolf dreams. The way Sansa is cut off from all that, because she becomes a Lannister. The way Arya is trying so hard to forget Winterfell and Nymeria, and Jon, and Ned, and Bran, and Sansa, and Needle, but it can’t leave, it’s under the skin, the face beneath the masks is still Arya’s. The wolf dreams she has no control over. The way for Bran the wolf dreams, thoughts of Winterfell are a comfort rather than a faint memory, in his wolf dreams he is alive and well. In his dreams he is powerful, he is Brandon Stark of Winterfell, not a lost cripple boy among endless snow. How Jon has left home behind, and yet can’t help thinking of Arya and Sansa and Robb, and yet he rejects the title Stark, because for all he wants it, he can’t forsake his vows, because that is what his father had taught him, and it all ties back to Winterfell. Winterfell, the home and the tomb. The womb, the prison, the haven. The Stark children are scattered across the world like seeds in the wind, and yet even if they aren’t trying to come home, home is in their minds, always. The regret, the homesickness, the desire to return, and yet the way each of them choses leads them away from home. I wonder what will happen when they come back. Will they realise that Winterfell is home no longer? Will they rebuild it and make it home again? Like, the struggle is there. They can’t escape being Starks, no matter the colour of the cloak, the words they speak, the people they wed.
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