#THE LONE WOLF DIES BUT THE PACK SURVIVES

[gracielikegrapes]

Arya had always been harder to tame.

[i-guess-it-rains]

His fur was white, where the rest of the litter was grey. Bran thought it curious that this pup alone would have opened his eyes while the others were still blind. "The runt of the litter. That one's yours, Snow."

[happilyhertale]

Have you watched Game Of Thrones ?

YES! I fucking love Game of Thrones and am currently re-watching it episode by episode every week with my best friend

[childotkw]

Self-rec time! What are your favorite five fics that you've written and why? After replying to this ask, feel free pass on to five other writers to spread the love. 💗

Oh god, this is like picking a favourite child 😅😅 but I'll rank them from most to least

1. Consuming Shadows

This was my first big story back, after I stopped writing for about six years. I was just testing the waters, having fun, and I wanted to play around with a ship I had only really just started consuming content for. It very quickly reignited my passion for writing, and it's blown up in such a way that I had never anticipated. I love the plot, I love the characters, I love Hadrian's progression from snarky but emotionally distant figure to a genuinely warm and loving friend, I love how well I managed to keep the threads of storylines and foreshadowing together, and I love the slow development of Hadrian and Tom's relationship in a way that's believable and does them both justice. The fact that so many people have resonated with it over the years has really left a mark on me, and I'll never forget all the things this story gave me.

2. you belong to me (i belong to you)

This one really was just my 'haha this is for the lolz' story. It was never meant to be popular or as big as it is. I was just fumbling around, wanting to write a cool time travel story, and then I came up with the Twist and it was no longer a joke 😂 I love the dynamics in it, I love Harry's general vibe, I love Orion and his chaos gremlin schtick. I'm still amazed that I came up with the plot twist (like, seriously, I don't think I can ever replicate that). And the fact that this story grew so popular and that so many people have enjoyed what started as my funny lil project overwhelms me in the best way.

3. The Lone Wolf Dies (But The Pack Survives)

In a lot of ways, this was a love letter to Regulus. I'd never really given him much thought as a character, but I fell in love with my interpretation of him. He's incredibly complex, and the future potential of the story really makes me excited.

4. ruination

Again, it's more the potential of this story that makes me love it. I wasn't super comfortable writing for asoiaf, and the fandom makes me...uneasy in a lot of ways. But I greatly enjoy all the ways this story could go. Lucerys intrigues me, and my interpretation of his character is especially fun to think about. I want to explore the slow but fundamental shift in a character, something that leads to them becoming almost unrecognisable. I love fantasy, and getting to play around in such an immersive world makes me giddy.

5. i don't owe you my forgiveness

It's only one chapter at the moment, but I really really really love the concept of soulmate rejection and the bitterness that is sown by Tom's hasty actions. The inherent power imbalance - originally in Tom's favour and then very dangerously in Harry's - is one dynamic I can't wait to sink my teeth into.

[spearofthetenno]

KANDEROS CLAN SYSTEM: OPERATION WILLBREAKER OPERATIONAL SUMMARY

Drifters involved:

- Drifter Jackson (Field Team Lead)

- Drifter Reiner (Field Team Two)

- Drifter Venahn (Field Team Three)

- Drifter Micheal (Command Team)

- Drifter Krusten (Command Team)

[[RECORDING AVAILABLE. DO YOU WISH TO VIEW?]] [[Y/N?]]

[[VIEWING NOW]]

[[Drone camera overlooking the three Drifters that currently make the field team. They have been moving from building to building, now the three of them have settled on a roof top over looking the largest Scaldra camp. Their main base of operations if months of recon are accurate.]]

[[Three Warframes land on the roof with the thudding of feet WARFRAME: KULLVERO, WARFRAME: NIDUS and WARFRAME: STYANAX steady themselves before their Drifters walk out of their forms. The three Warframes shake themselves but remain active as their Drifters set up. Drifter: Jackson takes a knee at the edge of the building as he works as spotter while the two other drifters prepare their equipment.]]

Jackson: Micheal, you hear me?

[[There is a pause, but a Curt reply comes in.]]

Micheal: <<Hearing you loud and clear captain. You see him?>>

[[Figures can be seen in a camp below, one of which stands on a platform. It is hard to miss the Lieutenant.]]

Jackson: I see him. He’s out in the open.

Krusten: <<Not surprising. He believes himself untouchable.>>

Jackson: I do love giving fuckers like him a reality check.

[[Micheal laughs at that. Reiner moves into a sniper position, he holds a highly customised Vectis. He removes his eye patch, revealing no eye but instead void light.]]

Reiner: And only a few measly body guards. Can we change this mission to a kill mission?

Jackson: Negative, brother. We’re not changing the mission on the whim.

Micheal: <<There is also no telling who would succeed Viktor. The obvious being Nomtak and we don’t need to give that lunatic anymore power.>>

Reiner: Hm…affirmative command.

Jackson: Thank Lotus we don’t have a mic down there. I think my ears would start bleeding if I had to listen to it.

[[He looks back at Venahn, who is currently restringing his bow, a Daikyu.]]

Jackson: You sure you want to do that without Styanax?

Venahn: I’d rather restring it without Styanax. Then I’ll have him help me out.

Jackson: Affirmative. Ball Ass that man is going to keep yapping on ain’t he?

Venahn: Unfortunately. Right.

[[Styanax steps forwards and transference takes hold. Now Styanax holds the Daikyu that Venahn once held. The Frame steps forward, taking up a unique arrow that clearly has something tied to it.]]

Venahn: Do I have a clear shot?

Jackson: Doesn’t seem like he’ll be moving from that spot. Reiner?

Reiner: I got my targets. And nothing bulletproof on those vehicles.

Jackson: Anything on your end command?

Micheal: <<Nothing. And no lich sighted. Take the shot.>>

[[Both Reiner and Venahn open fire once. Venahn’s arrow shoots well as lands intentionally right between Viktor’s feet. Barely missing the obvious. Reiner’s shot is explosive and causes one of the APCs to detonate. Proof that neither Viktor nor his Scaldra are untouchable. Though intentionally, no one is actual hurt. Panic ripples through the camp as yells and fires begin to spread.]]

Tauron: <<Brilliant shot lads. Extract now.>>

[[OPERATIONAL SUMMARY COMPLETED]]

[ass-deep-in-demons]

Completely random but I was going through the people I follow and I gotta say, I've missed seeing you active in the nedcat community🫶🏻

🥹🥹🥹🥹 thank you, that's such a nice message! I haven't forgotten about the ASoIaF fandom, it's just that I've been a dragon age sleeper agent and my obsession re-awakened when the Veilguard came out 😅 I should be back to normal come Spring 🤣🤣🤣🤣

[fiirecracker]

andal tag drop

a sadness runs through him ( andal musings. ) / he returned but was never the same ( andal. ) / take me back to the night we met ( general andal ships. ) / if i die tell him i loved him ( candal. ) / the lone wolf dies but the pack survives ( the pack. ) / the call of the void ( andal aesthetics. ) / one foot in front of the other ( andal ic.)

[wolfclad]

❛ why is it safe for you & not for me ? ❜ ( from cam! )

Crammed into the smoky heat of the lodge, rose-cheeked partygoers recounted their afternoon on the slopes. Some clustered on the veranda below, lounging on rustic benches and fur-covered chairs, clutching hot drinks in still-gloved hands. Others stripped off, piling into the overstuffed jacuzzi, brewing in the brine of many bodies. Inside, a hardy sound system pumped out bass-heavy beats that shook the cabin’s timbers, pummelling wolfish ears even at a distance. Laughter, snow-crunch, clinks and spills – the après-ski celebrations were a noisy, carefree affair.

It was a serious conversation to have in such a casual setting.

Mercifully, they had claimed the outdoor terrace for themselves. Bathed in the warm glow of fairy-lights, the men sat half-skinned, snow jackets tied around their waists. Before them, a fire pit blazed, sending showers of sparks skywards. It was almost primal to huddle together this way, their faces awash with ember light, their muscles humming after a long day of exertion. Hours before, the sun had dipped behind the piney peaks, and now the waning crescent of the moon climbed the star-laddered sky. The wolf in Farkas’ blood was quiet, content for the time being. He hoped Cameron felt a similar measure of peace.

“I don’t know that it’s ever safe – not for anyone like us – but if you can learn to control it, you can keep folks from harm.”

Farkas took another sip of his drink, something spiced and steaming, laced heavily with alcohol. The mug was swallowed by the large mitt of his hand. Over the bow of its enamel rim, he surveyed his companion, his silver gaze following the jagged furrows of exposed scars. Cameron Kirby. King of the slopes, lord of the podium, his present and future dripping with gold. What misery it must be to catch moon-sickness on the eve of success, and in an act of such unimaginable and unpredicted violence.

“It gets easier with time, I think. Or maybe it’s practice. You have to remember I’ve lived with this for years.”

That answer likely brought cold comfort. What reassurance was there in hearing that time was the only cure? That the clumsy and frustrating and dangerous drudgery of practice and experience might bring some control? There was only one other consolation Farkas could offer – company.

“We can run together under the next moon. You don’t have to be alone in this, Cam.”

[laurellerual]

Day 2: Family

When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives.

[thewolfruns]

y'all i am not built for the heat. i love summer, but i need the sunshine to be accompanied with no higher than 75 degrees bc i'm too old to be this sweaty. ANYWAY, i'm here watching key and peele while i write replies. i might reblog my favorite meme too since i have some new folks around here.

edit: i've been writing a reply for like an hour and a half, because we're on day four of constant fireworks and my dog simply cannot handle it.

[thesongoflorelei]

‘When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives.’ -GRRM.

[arte072]

In the godswood she found her broomstick sword where she had left it, and carried it to the heart tree. There she knelt. Red leaves rustled. Red eyes peered inside her. The eyes of the gods. "Tell me what to do, you gods," she prayed. For a long moment there was no sound but the wind and the water and the creak of leaf and limb. And then, far far off, beyond the godswood and the haunted towers and the immense stone walls of Harrenhal, from somewhere out in the world, came the long lonely howl of a wolf. Gooseprickles rose on Arya's skin, and for an instant she felt dizzy. Then, so faintly, it seemed as if she heard her father's voice. "When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives," he said. "But there is no pack," she whispered to the weirwood. Bran and Rickon were dead, the Lannisters had Sansa, Jon had gone to the Wall. "I'm not even me now, I'm Nan." "You are Arya of Winterfell, daughter of the north. You told me you could be strong. You have the wolf blood in you." "The wolf blood." Arya remembered now. "I'll be as strong as Robb. I said I would." She took a deep breath, then lifted the broomstick in both hands and brought it down across her knee. It broke with a loud crack, and she threw the pieces aside. I am a direwolf, and done with wooden teeth. - Arya X, ACoK

Arya is so rarely associated with faith and prayer in this fandom, yet when she prays to the Old Gods for guidance, they respond and restrengthen her sense of self. Arya of Winterfell! Daughter of the North! She is a direwolf and done with wooden teeth! ✨🤍🩶🐺✨

[childotkw]

sorry if this is a silly question but i just read the lone wolf dies and im curious behind regulus’ motivation for adopting harry? it wasn’t really clear to me, especially since he didnt know james and lily very well. did he just do it so he could help sirius out with his oath? really cool fic btw! i liked it a lot :))

Not a silly question at all!

I had plans to explore his motivations in future chapters, but the gist of it is that - Regulus knows that Voldemort has at least one horcrux, the locket. He knows that Voldemort will be back. He knows that something happened at Godric’s Hollow that destroyed Voldemort’s body, and he knows that Harry was involved in that incident. He knows that both he and Harry will be on Voldemort’s hit list when the man returns - Regulus for betraying him and knowing about horcruxes, and Harry for killing him.

His plan was essentially to take Harry and study him, to see if there were any residual traces of the spell or ritual that took Voldemort out, and then train him up in preparation for Voldemort coming after them. It was just a bonus that the kid who nerfed the Dark Lord was his brother’s godson.

Regulus’ motivations change over time, of course. He will very quickly lose that analytical line of thinking when it comes to Harry, viewing him less as an investment and more as his child, and he’ll love and protect Harry with a ferocity that takes most people off-guard.

But initially, Regulus is very focussed on shoring up his own defences and getting his pieces ready, and his attitude towards Harry in the first year will fluctuate wildly as he comes to grips with the fact that he doesn’t actually want this kid to get hurt. From there it becomes less about training Harry to fight Voldemort and more about just…being a family.

In a lot of ways, he’s what Lily from CS should have been. A parent rather than a general.

[spearofthetenno]

[[MESSAGE TO ALL DRIFTERS IN THE 1999 LOOP]]

[[*MESSAGE SENT TO ALL AVAILABLE DRIFTERS ON EMERGENCY FREQUENCY*]]

[[*PRIORITY: LOTUS*]]

[[UPDATE MADE BY: VENAHN OF HOUNDS OF KANDEROS CLAN]]

This is a message to all available Drifters on this Strand. This is a message to all those available to us.

I am sure that most of you were recently made aware that we were having a void lich situation, practically unheard of amongst us. Our worst fears have been made manifest, that indeed the creature once known as Captain Luckas “3K” Nomtak does indeed get stronger with each loop-such power he gained that has allowed him to enthral others much like our grineer foes.

He has enthralled both 77 and 45 as well as a number of others…however, this fool has decided that declaring his immortal name across the city of Hollvania is in his best interest.

Do not lose hope, this creature has been emboldened by the Man in the Wall and in his defeat we will spite it once again. We have beaten worse storms, survived Duviri and the New War. We will do it again.

There is to be NO mercy killings, Amir is the only one out of all of us who can either bring 3K into the fold or put him down like the dog he is. And despite what is happening out there-Chris and Ali are still our friends. I will not be spilling the blood of friends, we are better than that.

Our main concern is this, we must minimise the amount of damage the lich can cause. Hold back the void damage he will inevitably try to cause. This means not killing him, if you see him disengage immediately. We are not making this bastard stronger.

May Lotus help us…and may our blades be keen.

[irlplasticlamb]

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[atopvisenyashill]

Then, so faintly, it seemed as if she heard her father's voice. "When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives," he said. "But there is no pack," she whispered to the weirwood. Bran and Rickon were dead, the Lannisters had Sansa, Jon had gone to the Wall. “I’m not even me now.”