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#The Kings Of The North
ex0toxin · 4 months
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road trip 🚗💨
jsys week'24, day 4
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chucktaylorupset · 1 year
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I think there's something to be said for fanfiction that loves canon in a way that’s rude. Like thank you for this wonderful thematic tragedy made out of this character’s entire arc ending in death, it was emotionally and intellectually moving, but also fuck you fuck you fuck you they live, this time and every time they live, they never died, their flaws are not their undoing, actually they have no flaws, actually they save everyone, actually who cares about a story, any story, where this one dies, actually i cared about that story so much i made a new one, actually i cared so much i unmade the old one, you gave me morals and i left them for the mortal, but they’re mine now and i will never let them die, actually thank you, actually fuck you, strongly worded letter to follow
A kiss for canon and spit in its face all at once, it’s great
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tonyloom · 9 months
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Arya Stark of Winterfell, Daughter of the north, Queen of Winter, The night wolf, The ghost of Harrenhal, Witch queen, Bloodwitch, Wolf witch, water dancer, The She-wolf, a bitch from the seventh hell.
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thewatcher0nthewall · 3 months
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King in the North
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northstarscowboyhat · 4 months
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Cool down doodle from last night. I think the greatest tragedy with older!Clover is they probably grow to about 6'1. But because their family is mostly giant monsters, they assume they're short.
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ostdrossel · 2 months
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This year, there seems to be
an abundance of Cardinals in my yard, something that I am not complaining about at all! From afar they all kind of look alike but up close, their individuality becomes more obvious. I believe these are all different birds. So similar but also so different.
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amber-laughs · 2 months
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“She was looking at him the way she used to look at him at Winterfell, whenever he had bested Robb at swords or sums or most anything.” - Storm of Swords Jon XII
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“He was better than me at everything.
Fighting and hunting and riding and girls.
Gods, the girls loved him.
I wanted to hate him, but I never could.” - Game of Thrones S4 E1
bothers me so bad. the robb/jon dynamic was butchered in a million ways but my least favorite was this. jon isn’t jealous because robb is better than him, jon is jealous bc he is better, or at least equal, but it will never matter because of his birth.
and this isn’t me sucking jon’s dick. i love this for robb’s development. he is so obviously insecure about being lord/king. imagine him wondering if people around him are disappointed that it’s him instead of his bastard brother. wondering if his father would have prefered jon. wondering if his mother wants jon gone because she doesn’t believe the lords will accept him if jon is standing next to him. wondering if maybe he wants jon gone too. both of them being wrapped up in insecurity and loving each other through it. GODDAMIT they could’ve done so much with that relationship but instead they cut and cut until viewers forgot they even knew each other
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“Robb will rule, you will serve. Men will call you a crow. Him they'll call Your Grace. Singers will praise every little thing he does, while your greatest deeds all go unsung." - ACOK
“Jon is the only brother that remains to me. Should I die without issue, I want him to succeed me as King in the North. I had hoped you would support my choice” - ASOS
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grey-joys · 7 months
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Sansa thinking “let his sword break and his shield shatter. Let his courage fail him and every man desert him” in ACOK still goes hard
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mast3r-rainb0w · 3 months
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Thank You, Akira Toriyama! (RIP THE GOAT) by Mast3r-Rainb0w
My tribute to the influential anime/manga artist Akira Toriyama (1955-2024), known the world over for his unique artstyle and iconic creations such as Dragon Ball and Dr. Slump. Thank you Mr. Toriyama for blessing the world with your timeless masterpieces! May King Yemma roll out the red carpet and reserve a special place for you in Heaven. Rest easy in Other World, King! You will always be a legend among legends, now and forever!
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chloe-skywalker · 8 months
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Give Them A Chance - Robb Stark
Robb x fem!reader Baratheon/Lannister
Warnings: GOT
Word count: 1,362
Summary: Robb and Y/n don’t know that their fathers plan to betroth them. But Ned has a reason for not telling. Will his reason work?
Authors Note: Takes place in like the first episode of season 1 Game Of Thrones. Like right after the whole “You got fat” lines.
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Y/n watched the exchange between her father and his friend Ned Stark Warden of the North. It was very odd but she thought it was nice that they were such good friends that they still joked around with each other. She didn’t see her father act so freely like this often. It was a rare welcome sight.
“So I take it this is your oldest.” King Robert sighed looking at the eldest of Ned’s children with a scrutinizing gaze before breaking out into a smile.
“Yes, this is Robb.” Ned introduced his oldest son to his friend.
Robert slapped a hand on the young man’s shoulder, smiling widely. “You're a handsome young lad.”
Robb tried to contain his blushing that he was sure he was doing. “Thank you, your Grace.”
“You should meet my oldest. Y/n!” Robert called over his oldest daughter, but not before sparing a knowing glance to Ned. As Y/n came to stand next to her father, smiling politely at the Stark family before her. “This is my oldest. A year younger than you I believe.”
“Princess.” Robb bowed, before looking at the princess. She had caught his eye when she first entered Winterfell on horse back alongside her uncle. He could not deny she was gorgeous, and he couldn’t believe how fast he had started to fall for her.
“Mi’ Lord.” Y/n curtised, biting her cheek. Thus Robb Stark was by far one of the most handsome men she had ever seen. And she had seen a lot of people growing up in KingsLanding. She wondered if his personality was as nice as his looks.
“Would you like a tour of  Winterfell?” Robb asked, offering a way for them to talk and get to know each other a bit. He also was one of the most qualified people to show her around.
“I would love one.” She smiled. Looping her arm through his and the two young adults that in some ways are still kids went off exploring.
While the two went off getting to know each other and everyone else did God knows what, King Robert and Net Stark headed down to the crypts.
“Have you told your son?” Robert asked once they were done talking about Ned’s sister. The King was curious if his friend's son had offered to show his daughter around on his own or out of duty.
“Not yet.” Nod squinted, he didn’t like the idea of taking this choice from his son. But the other part, this was a good alliance, and you don’t deny a king.
“And why not?” Robert had told Ned of the idea to marry their oldest months ago. But to be fair he didn’t tell his daughter either.
“Because I wanted to give them a chance to fall in love before knowing they might be betrothed.” Ned explained his reasonsings, and even though Robert would never admit it he admired Ned’s heart and how he was trying to make this a better situation for their children. It was better than just throwing them together.
“Very well. I didn’t tell my daughter either. She would’ve fought me on coming.” He chuckled. Y/n would’ve tried to fight him or talk him out of it, and it might’ve worked even the slightest. Out of all his children she was the only one that had a somewhat relationship with him.
“They’d be more reluctant if they knew about what we had planned. The two of them being in the dark might lead to them actually gaining feelings for the other.” Ned just hoped that the two would get close and at least see they could make a marriage work. But he was truly hoping that maybe they could fall in love on their own and there wouldn’t be any hard feelings or reluctantness.
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It had been a few weeks and things seemed to be working out for Y/n and Robb like Ned had hopped. Y/n seemed to fit right into the Stark family. She got along with all his children and they all act as if she’s one of them. Things between Robb and Y/n had taken some people by surprise. The two had been spending almost all their time together. They only separated to sleep it seemed like.
Ned was happy to see they had a lot in common. The two went horseback riding constantly and Y/n seemed to know how to use a bow and a sword no doubt thanks to her uncle. They didn’t even eat apart at meals.
Today Robb and Y/n had gone out riding, once they were far enough away from Winterfell the two dismounted their respective horses walking along next to each other.
“Are you having a good time in Winterfell Princess Y/n?” Robb asked, hoping that the time they’d spent together had been as enjoyable for her as it was for him.
Y/n smiled, nudging him teasingly shoulder to shoulder. “Yes, I am as matter of fact. My favorite part is the company.”
Robb blushed looking down before looking back to her. Robb had no idea why she could so easily make him react like that, but she could and he didn’t mind it. “You flatter me y/n.”
“You’ve been flattering me the whole time I’ve been here. It’s only fair.” Y/n smiled. As they came to the set of trees that they had made their spot over the time she had been in the North.
Robb just stood there watching her for a moment. He never expected to fall in love with her when he first found out the King, Queen, and their children were coming to visit. But he had and he didn’t regret it. “If I may be bold and speak my mind, Princess?”
Y/n nodded, smiling back at him as she turned to face him. She noticed how he wasn’t right next to her and Y/n wondered what had made him stop and if it had to do with what was on his mind. “Go ahead. I won’t stop you.”
“During your time here in Winterfell I have become quite taken with you.” Robb stated walking over to her. He looked in her eye’s trying to notice how his works were being taken.
“And I you.” Y/n blushed, biting her lip at her response back to him admitting his feelings for her. Which she reciprocates.
“I have a proposal for you Princess Y/n Baratheon.” Robb felt an air of convenience hit him at Y/n admitting she feels the same.
Y/n furrowed her brow, it confused her on why he was using her title and first and last name. “Go on Lord Stark.”
Robb took a deep breath, he knew what he wanted he just hoped she wanted it to. “We may not have known each other for very long or very well for the most part. But I would like for us to get to know each other better over time. If you’d like that of course.”
“I would.” Y/n nodded liking where he was going with this so far.
“Would you  also like it if we could become husband and wife, Lord and Lady.” Robb stepped right up to her, reaching out to intertwine their hands. Looking into her eye’s Robb reached up with one hand leaving the other one still in hers, he cupped the side of her face, “Would you do me the great honor and become my wife? For all my days till the end of my days?”
Y/n reached up with her free hand and cupped the back of his neck, while squeezing his hand holding hers. Looking up into his eyes with what could only be happiness and adoration Y/n answered. “I would love to.”
In her short time visiting the North Y/n had really connected with the Starks and of course Robb the most. Yes, she’d miss her siblings (minus Joffrey) and she'd miss her uncles but this felt like the better place for her. And as long as she has Robb, Y/n will always be happy.
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winterprince601 · 10 months
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thinking about how all three of the kingships jon stands to inherit are legacies of love - jon's ability to understand the free folk as human and worth saving is an act of love and they love him and essentially make him king beyond the wall in return. robb loves and trusts his brother and is confident in jon's love and loyalty in return, even fresh from theon's betrayal, so he names him his heir to the north. despite the ambiguity of the affair, grrm seems to suggest rhaegar truly loved lyanna and that would make jon, literally, their love child - illegitimate or not, his existence and potential claim to the iron throne is because "prince rhaegar loved his lady lyanna" and he lives because lyanna loved him and ned loved lyanna.
do you see it? around jon snow, more important than any royal blood or legitimacy, is a nexus of love?
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widgits · 1 year
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what if i cried and throwed up aka cat gets to take her girls to the riverlands
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andreia-carbonari · 4 months
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The Sorrow of King Robb
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daenysx · 1 year
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i can't believe how quickly i wrote this, let's say it's robb stark's effect on me, i hope you like it, please let me know your thoughts!
my inbox is always open in case you'd like to share something with me!!
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king robb and you have a night filled with your slow tears for him and his comfort. nsfw.
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"my queen."
you arch your back easily, wrapping your legs around his muscular body. your eyes close at the sensation, his hardness moving inside you. he kisses your neck, leaves lovely red marks on your soft skin. and he calls you his fucking 'queen'.
"oh, my queen."
you don't know if you love it or you hate it when robb stark calls you 'his queen' when he is deep inside you.
he is too deep, it almost hurts. even though robb is always careful not to hurt you, he can't control how hard he gets when he is inside you. you welcome the slight pain it brings you, your nails press hardly on his back. he makes a little sound when you move your hips against him, his entire chest is covered with thin layer of sweat.
"does it hurt? are you okay, my lady?" he asks with a shaky voice.
you shake your head, kiss his cheek with a quick movement.
"no, no, it's perfect. i love-hmm, i love this." you answer. you don't want him to worry over a slight pain you love, you just want him to keep moving.
he nods, kisses your lips with all the passion he feels. he doesn't stop, brings his hand on your sweet spot and rubs it. your sounds grow louder and you bury your face to his neck to stay silent.
"shh, don't hide yourself. let me hear you, i want to hear you."
you shake your head slightly. "but there are people outside-"
robb smiles. "grey wind stays by the door, my love. i doubt there are people around when he stands there."
you smile back as he rubs your pearl harder. he moves his hips and your muscles clench around him as he hits the lovely spot inside you and you hold onto him.
"right- right there, my king."
he kisses your forehead and your cheeks. his lips get stained with your tears from the pleasure he gives you. it doesn't take long for him to give his seed, and you are sure that you feel his liquid coating inside you.
you can't stop yourself from falling apart when he melts inside you, you lift your waist from bed and he holds you close as you come around him.
the pleasure is intense, he collapses on your body and you are quick to hold him. your fingers caress his curls as he presses slow kisses on your breasts.
"i'll crush you, my love. you should let me move aside."
you shake your head even though he doesn't see it. "stay like this for a moment more, please."
he becomes a human blanket on you quickly, gets more comfortable. "hmm, that's perfect."
"you like it?" you ask with a sweet voice.
"i love everything you do to me. my beautiful queen."
you sigh softly. "i wish we could stay like this all the time. just lying here on furs, being close."
"soon, my sweet lady. soon, when i end this war."
he lifts his head to look at your face. you can't help your tears making their way on your flushed cheeks. he moves on bed and pulls you to his lap. your thighs stay on each sides of his hips.
he cups your cheeks, drying your tears. he smiles affectionally and you turn your face, not wanting to upset him when he deals with too much.
"can you look at me? i want to see that pretty face, my queen."
"i apologise. i don't wish to upset you but- i fear for you. i want you safe and close to me even when i know that's not possible."
he smiles softly and guides you to come closer. you put your head on his chest, your permanent place. he rubs your back and his heart clenches when he feels your tears on his skin.
he waits until your breathing turns steady. he knows how much pressure you're under, worrying over his life all the time and not being able to do anything to end his dreadful war.
"i understand how you feel and it pains me when i can't do anything to stop your worries. i'm doing the best i can to end the war without hurting more people but- that's not easy, my queen. being called as a king is not easy."
you nod. "i know. i know, i'm sorry, i didn't want to upset you."
"no, no, you should always tell me how you feel so i can make you happy and safe. i'd do anything to put a smile on your lovely face. please don't hesitate to talk to me by thinking you'll upset me."
your perfect king, he always knows what to say to calm your nerves. you press a kiss on his chest as he holds you closer. he wraps your body in furs, keeps you warm and stays with you.
it's a luxury, to have the king in the north in your bed all night long without being bothered. you wait for someone to knock and take your husband from you. it never happens. robb lets grey wind in after a moment and the direwolf sleeps in front of the fire, giving you the feeling of safety.
robb holds you, kisses you through the night. such a lovely night, he fills it with soft kisses and sweet words. no one knows this side of him, the young wolf taking care of his wife like this. and that's good. he is good, only for you.
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itsallrandomcontent · 2 years
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“Not all men-“
You’re right. King Robb Stark, Lord of Winterfell, eldest son of House Stark, declared King in the North, wouldn’t treat me like this.
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