… and saw Lord Mormont, naked and groggy from sleep, standing in the doorway with an oil lamp in hand. Gnawed and fingerless, the arm thrashed on the floor, wriggling toward him.
Jon tried to shout, but his voice was gone. Staggering to his feet, he kicked the arm away and snatched the lamp from the Old Bear's fingers. The flame flickered and almost died. "Burn!" the raven cawed. "Burn, burn, burn!"
Spinning, Jon saw the drapes he'd ripped from the window. He flung the lamp into the puddled cloth with both hands. Metal crunched, glass shattered, oil spewed, and the hangings went up in a great whoosh of flame. The heat of it on his face was sweeter than any kiss Jon had ever known. "Ghost!" he shouted. - A Game of Thrones - Jon VII
"I would not be sitting here were it not for you and that beast of yours. You fought bravely … and more to the point, you thought quickly. Fire! Yes, damn it. We ought to have known. We ought to have remembered. The Long Night has come before. Oh, eight thousand years is a good while, to be sure … yet if the Night's Watch does not remember, who will?" - A Game of Thrones - Jon VIII
Dalla’s Son
"Gods," Val whispered, "gods, why are they doing this?"
"Go inside the tent and stay with Dalla. It's not safe out here." It wouldn't be a great deal safer inside, but she didn't need to hear that.
"I need to find the midwife," Val said. - A Storm of Swords - Jon X
Bring her home, Mance. I saved your son from Melisandre, and now I am about to save four thousand of your free folk. - A Dance with Dragons - Jon XI
Canto l'uomo che è morto
non il Dio che è risorto
canto l'uomo salvato
non l'uomo sacrificato
Canto l'uomo risorto
non il Dio che è lì morto
Canto l'uomo che è solo
come una freccia nel suolo
L'uomo che vuole lottare
e che non vuole morire
"– Nós, o povo livre, sabemos coisas que vocês, os que ajoelham, já esqueceram. Às vezes, a estrada mais curta não é a mais segura, Jon Snow. O Senhor Chifrudo disse um dia que a feitiçaria é uma espada sem cabo. Não há maneira segura de pegar nela." - A Tormenta de Espadas // Jon X
“I've never had a crown on my head or sat my arse on a bloody throne, if that's what you're asking. My birth is as low as a man's can get, no septon's ever smeared my head with oils, I don't own any castles, and my queen wears furs and amber, not silk and sapphires. I am my own champion, my own fool, and my own harpist.” - Jon X, aSoS
HEY CLOWNSSS >:0) I finally got motivation to draw so I GIVE YOU, DALLAS!!
Oh and I got bored so have this speed paint of the whole process. I made it so my brain could focus on it because it was so long, so just keep that in mind.
Uhhh content warnings for crunchy sound effects, kinda loud music, prop knives, possible Markiplier jump scare, fast movements, and fake food idk
Mmmmm I wanna eat the fucking clay food yummy poisoning from eating glueeeee
CREDITS TO THE WOMAN WHO MADE ALL THE CLAY/SLIME FOOD BTW, THAT VID ISNT MINE, THE SPEED PAINT IS
May I offer you some northern/wildling ladies in these trying times? Now with their names cause you just have a lot of brown haired ladies. And yes I totally forgot to post it
Not gonna lie I made some adjustments before posting because some of these are just insufferable, I keep having problems with symetry on the face, I also reached the conclusion that I might suffer from same face syndrome but i'm just here venting a little, it's been a rough week, let's see how much can i learn from this
What do you think changes if Dalla survives giving birth, but Mance Rayder is killed by Stannis’ forces during the battle beneath the Wall?
A couple of things off the top of my head. One, Jon doesn't send Mance to Winterfell, which probably butterflys away the Pink Letter among other things. Two, it might make reconciliation with the Free Folk even more difficult. Dying in battle makes Mance a hero and a martyr. Burning at the stake while begging for his life on the other hand makes him look broken and pathetic. Three, with Dalla around its possible the baby swap between Monster and Aemon Steelsong doesn't happen quite the same way, if at all. Four, Dalla would fit slightly differently into Stannis' political agenda as a marriage pawn than Val. Five, Dalla would be able to impart more of her evident folk wisdom.
Jon felt utterly alone as he stood there in his blacks, awaiting the pleasure of the turncloak who called himself King-beyond-the-Wall. When his eyes had adjusted to the smoky red gloom, he saw six people, none of whom paid him any mind. A dark young man and a pretty blonde woman were sharing a horn of mead. A pregnant woman stood over a brazier cooking a brace of hens, while a grey-haired man in a tattered cloak of black and red sat crosslegged on a pillow, playing a lute and singing...
Jon Snow meeting with Mance Rayder in the wildling camp as illustrated by Charles Vess in the Subterranean Press edition of A Storm of Swords