#im sorry robbe :(

[souryam]

he thought of Robb, with snowflakes melting in his hair

[daenystheedreamer]

can i b real with you guys. i think the eldest daughter thing has lost all meaning..... many of these guys are simply eldest sons. eldest daughter syndrome needs an inherent lack of trust and respect despite all responsibility placed on them. entitlement is very much eldest son behaviour. aegon is not eldest daughter that man is an eldest son for sure. kendall roy.... ill not speak on that man. i know a piranha pond when i see it. but know he is part of this post.

[aeriondripflame]

ON SIBLINGS, SANSA & ROBB STARK

george r. r. martin, a song of ice and fire. game of thrones (2011). james hoch, wall. ruth madievsky, the atlantic. mitski, should’ve been me. joan baez, girl of constant sorrow. venetian red, victor casimir zier. george eliot, brother and sister. chao fang-shen, the little sister’s struggle: sibling conflict in brother and sister and the mill on the floss.

[dipperscavern]

thinking about stark men pet names. sorry ive already sent you like 3 asks this is getting embarrassing. but im here and i live here now.

jon is TOTALLY a ‘woman’ and ‘girl’ kind of guy always going ‘there’s a good girl’ ‘you’re my woman’ and robb naturally is always calling you ‘my lady’ and i fully accept and believe you when you have him calling reader ‘pretty’, ‘pretty thing’ etc… chivalrous till the end!

but i cannot for the life of me land on what cregan’s style would be. i feel like it would be very teasing but also with an edge of possession. i can see him always calling you ‘wife’ in place of anything else…

don’t apologize!! ur asks are delicious & i will forever appreciate any ask anyone sends me 🫶🏻 send ten and we’ll debrief about every single one my lovely

jon is so accurate. “there’s a good girl” & referring to u as his woman are just stamps in his vocabulary. he’s not really a words type of guy, but they just spill out sometimes.

robb is very chivalrous and charming, pet names come to him naturally. “my lady”, “pretty”, “pretty thing” etc. his mouth literally never stops running. omg i can also see an “atta girl” escaping every once in a while.

okay i’m putting on my bulletproof vest for this one but… cregan doesn’t seem like a pet name type of guy. don’t get me wrong, he still showers u with compliments & things like that, but idk i just can’t see it 😞 would definitely have “wife” slipping from his lips pretty often though!! i can see it as a teasing thing between the both of you.

“husband.” & he pulls you in by your hips, “wife.”

[3lisiaowo]

*flips table aggressively* MODERN ROBB HOLDING A VIBRATOR AGAINST YOUR CLIT, WATCHING YOU SQUIRM AND WHINE AFTER YOU TRIED TEASING HIM AT WORK!!

*aggressively taps credit card against now broken table* MUMMA NEEDS!! NEEDS I SAY!!

[midnight1404]

If i say that Robb is literally Jesus Christ coded then what?

[mossytrashcan]

average robb (blue) and theon politic conversation

[aegoneggon]

one thing that will annoy me the most about the finale is that it will reinvigorate talk about azor ahai/the prince that was promised prophecy. unpopular opinion: I don't think in asoiaf any prophecy is worth a damn. thinking that azor ahai will be any character I think goes directly against GRRM's themes and what he believes about self-determination and destiny. I am curious what HOTD will do with this in s3 and maybe they will ~subvert our expectations~. daemon will think that rhaenyra is le chosen one but as she starts to spiral and perhaps build a cult of personality he will begin to doubt everything that he saw in his weirwood vision. although that still means that most of this harrenhal plot from s2 was completely pointless and the vision of daemon having sex with his mom was just for what? shock value? a weird aemond milf hunter parallel? but also I do think hotd is mostly trying to placate dany stans who were upset by season 8 so who knows maybe they are going full steam ahead on azor ahai shite

[eldrith]

i am so sorry your husband is cooked. it’s so over

please... im thugging it out rn please dont make me think about it. hes so cooked we are so not back

[nicoscheer]

13/03/2024

La Rochelle, France

La Sirène

[daenystheedreamer]

(Tyrionyork) in your kuwtb / modern au who do you think listens to what music? Doesn't have to be artists (cause thats a lot of artists) just general genres etc

YAY love thinking of this stuff. ok i have a post from 2021 w some of my opinions i still broadly agree with:

quick disclaimer. my main opinion forever is these motherfuckers would NOT listen to mother mother or tally hall or cavetown or jack stauber or AJR. sansa MIGHT. but not a single other character would. im sorry to break the news to you. there is a HUGE difference between 'song that reminds you of character' and 'song character would listen to' and im sorry but robb stark is NOT listening to the oh hellos no matter how much you think soldier poet king fits him. doing the starks + theon send asks if u want a specific character :^)

ROBB he likes kanye west do not even fucking try and claim otherwise. he likes UK drill and all kinds of rap and 90s r&b. he listens to the top 40 when working out. the gayest thing he listens to is beyonce. i also think he likes country music (sorry.)

THEON oh everything. lots of electronic and if he's in charge of the aux cord he puts on whatever it most annoying and bad for the vibe. i do think he's a little bit lana del rey especially post-ramsay. definitely a barb just to be annoying. would never be honest about his music taste. is a dj :)

JON teen jon listens to paramore mcr etc but older jon likes tame impala and king gizzard. def an arctic monkeys/snow patrol/strokes/kooks kinda guy. im on the fence about mitski on the more dubious side. beach boys pet sounds. WEEZER AND NIRVANA.... lots of grunge. he and robb listen to wu tang and NWA together. can play guitar and did wonderwall oasis for ygritte to impress her and she was like ach canae ye listen tae good music even?

SANSA swiftie all the way. i may not like the blonde devil's music but it is undeniable that sansa is a swiftie. i think she likes pop and folk. lots of female artists :) goes to pop concerts with margaery and gets vip backstage passes cos margaery is kind of a starfucker name dropper and uses it to impress sansa on dates. can play piano and maybe also flute or violin...

ARYA everything that gives you tinnitus. heavy metal industrial noise. bonds with jon over grunge. punk and grindcore. every kind of metal you can think of. and yes she is a juggalo. she likes insane clown posse (argue with the wall) her and gendry + lommy + hot pie are in a terrible band together. plays drums FOR SURE

BRAN beatles :) psychedelic rock.... i still see him as pretentious about music 😭 listens to pink floyd The Wall high with the reeds. makes music in garageband its actually pretty good.

RICKON he is also a juggalo

[peacespun]

he doesn't know when the fever broke, only that it had. thanks to her work, no doubt. countless hours spent tending to a stranger that appeared one night and found himself in her stead for weeks, likely still bleeding from the arrows in his chest and quickly approaching his last hours in this world if it had not been for her and his men. he'd barely been conscious for any moment of it, not able to keep his eyes open for any longer than a second to watch an often blurry figure of a woman hovering over him, cleaning the sweat from his brow as he shivered under wool covers. and even when he managed a single moment of clarity, the only thing he remembered of her is how she smelled of lavender and faintly of iron. blood.

he can't begin to imagine the work she has put in to caring for him, how much pressure the girl was under with his men standing guard, rotating watch among themselves. no harm would have come to her should he have lost his fight naturally, that much he knew, but gods forbid if she was a frey or lannister sympathizer. they couldn't risk it. but she never wavered, her hands never shook nor had her devotion to keeping him alive. her stitch was perfect, robb noted it after he brought the blanket away from him, skin still red but healing.

the room was quiet and empty when he attempted the first time to rise from his rest. his whole body ached, from toes to his shoulders to his neck, his wounds burning as the muscles tense in some effort to move himself. and all that effort only earns him is a long, agonizing groan. but stark will is nothing except fucking stubborn. it takes three times, each more excruciating than the last, to even rise and swing his legs over the side of the bed. hands go to steady himself as the rest of his body tries to keep up, toes wiggling when they brush cold floor. its that point he realizes he's practically naked. fistful of the blanket follows him when he carefully, tentatively, steps onto his feet and tests his balance. wobbly, at best. he catches himself from nearly falling when he stumbles back into the frame of the bed, taking a moment to readjust.

robb pulls the blanket tight around his shoulders, shuffling slowly toward the door. it takes him a long time, longer than it should. something about that stark will. outside of that door, a familiar face stays post. one of his bannerman, one of very few survivors. and as young dark eyes fall upon his liege lord, stance corrects and there is immediate relief in his gaze. how long has he truly been away?

he waits for what feels like hours to meet his savior. his watchman thankfully has some mind to grab him a robe, something more than a scratchy blanket to keep him covered for when she would arrive. updates are minimal. the status of his army, of his mother ... his wife and child. they have much and very little, their own lives but robb lost hundreds ... thousands of men at the twins. friends, family, good and honest men. his mother. his wife. lives he can never get back.

a large door croaks open, heavy and loud. robb finds himself standing as @cerynitiis approaches, one hand resting against the table to steady himself in his rise. " i must have you to thank for my progress, yes? "

[dipperscavern]

secondincommand!reader getting hurt shielding robb during battle.. rubbing my hands & feet together like a fly on the wall

word count: 1.4k.. how to say oopsie in 14 different languages

robb stark x f!secondincommand!reader

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜.・。.・゜✭・.

war was unpredictable. anything could happen, nothing was guaranteed — except one thing. war was bloody.

he hated every time you fought with him. robb knew why you did, of course. how can you command men you won’t even fight for? why should they listen to someone who’s afraid to get their hands dirty?

you weren’t budging on it. as queen in the north, you had to fight for the people who chose you to rule them, and for the lands they’d settle on/return to after the war. robb could barely focus when fighting, knowing you were out there, but he was king in the north. he had to stand strong & lead by example, so he did. & things went well enough.

until they didn’t.

robb always led the vanguard, constantly put wherever the fighting was thickest. you were usually commanding the archers, being better with a bow than you were with a sword. though skilled with both, you didn’t mind being with the archers, & theon sometimes joined you. robb felt a bit better having you away from where it was bloodiest, and you had to compromise somewhere.

the battle had gone as smoothly as battle could go so far, until you broke from the archers & took an arrow for robb.

luckily, the archer wasn’t a great shot, the arrow lodging in your upper thigh. but to robb, it didn’t matter where it settled — you were hurt.

the man who shot you was quickly cut down, & robb caught you from falling. his head swam, vision going fuzzy from the thought of you being hurt. he would’ve paused the whole goddamn war right then and there, if theon didnt wrap your arm around his shoulder and promise to get you to the medic tent.

he wanted to keep you with him, take you there himself, but theon argued-

“there’s still fighting to be done!”

& robb knew he was right. with a silent prayer to the old gods, he mounted once more, ignoring the pain in his chest as he drew his sword.

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robb’s head was swimming, filled with thoughts of only you. as soon as the fighting was done, he set off to find you. nothing could stop him, & anyone who was in his way knew to get the fuck out of it. he spotted theon escorting you back to you & his shared tent, one of your arms slinked around his shoulders. you had a bandage wrapped around your upper thigh, spots of blood showing through the fabric as you hobbled as best you could.

he ran over, entering the tent just as theon was gently setting you down on one of the chairs inside.

“thanks, theon-“

“what in seven hells was that? hm?”

you & theon’s heads turned to look at him, both of you caught by surprise at his tone. you swallowed, looking at theon — a silent plea to leave before robb’s anger turned to him. he looked at you both, before turning & walking out.

“that was me-“

“almost getting killed?”

“protecting my king.”

robb just blinks, looking at you for a second. he can’t understand how you aren’t as utterly distraught as he felt in that moment, catching you in his arms as you fell.

“y’can’t just do that! just- take arrows whenever you feel like it!”

this is the first time robb has yelled at you. ever. you know he doesn’t mean it — or at least, that’s what you’re telling yourself, to keep the tears at bay.

“i would do it again.”

robb huffs out a laugh, turning around and looking at the floor, before looking at you once more.

“this is war, okay? i don’t have time to watch you while ‘m puttin’ a sword through a man’s belly!”

“then don’t?!”

“looks like i have to!” he says, motioning to the bandage on your thigh.

you sigh, “this is war, robb. people get hurt.”

he only shakes his head.

“gods- i shouldn’t have to watch over you like a child. y’should be better than that..” he says, turning & leaving you alone in the tent.

and for once, you’re glad robb leaves. the tears rolling down your cheeks wouldve embarrassed you if he saw.

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you weren’t mad at him. by rights, you should be, & if you were, you knew nobody would blame you — but you weren’t.

you had prided yourself on being the person to fix everything. you were always the solution, not the problem. you hated the shame you felt, and even though you’d take the arrow for robb a hundred times more, you hated when he was mad at you.

still, you knew robb would come to you when he was ready. he rarely let his emotions get the best of him, & you knew how much stress he was under. you sat at the table, maps & books spread out in front of you. you were upset, and burying yourself in your work was a reasonable solution.

you stayed up until the wee hours of the morning, back aching from your hunched over form. you sighed, finally deciding to turn into the bed that’s been calling your name.

wandering hands & soft calls of your name woke you up.

you opened your eyes, brain still clouded with the fog of sleep. you woke up quickly, seeing robb’s form above you.

“robb?”

“hey, pretty.”

your brows furrowed, cheeks heating at his comment. “thought you were mad at me..”

he shook his head, gaze softening. “came to say ‘m sorry. can i?”

you nodded, tongue darting out to wet your lips. he leaned down, pressing his lips to yours. his tongue swiped across your bottom lip, your own parting to give him access.

“‘m sorry.”

he mumbled against your lips, kissing you again. his lips trailing down your neck, mumbled apologies spilling from his lips between kisses.

your breathing gets heavier as he trails down, removing your nightgown & his own clothes.

“when i saw y’ take that arrow.. gods, doe..”

he’s gentle. he always is, but more so than ever before. he’s taking his time, full on cherishing you. it’s clear in the gentleness of his calloused, war stricken hands. the very same hands that had taken the lives of lannister soldiers earlier that day were now caressing you, softly roaming your body & sliding into the slick place between your thighs.

“wanted to stop the damn war right then, right there. hold you close, never let you go.”

he feels you clench on his fingers at his words. hot pleasure shoots up your spine, the throbbing pain in your thigh now reduced to a forgotten ache. he wants to do this for the rest of his life, he thinks. take off the crown, bed you all day long. give you so much pleasure you forget a time where anything ever went wrong, fill your brain with thoughts of only him, him, him. he makes a silent promise to do so, once you both return to winterfell. reward you for all the times you’ve saved his arse out here.

“y’couldve.. wouldn’t have- mm! complained..”

he chuckles at your words, tilting his head to the side.

“yeah? woulda liked that?” you nod. “yeah, i know.. i know it, pretty.”

it’s not long after, you’re gushing on his fingers. back arching as you coat your inner thighs & his hand with your arousal. robb presses kisses to your belly as you catch your breath, hands coming to intertwine with his curls as he trails up your torso. little-

“‘m sorry.” & “forgive me? please?”

‘s are muttered between kisses, and you don’t have the heart to tell him you forgave him hours ago — before he even came back. he aligns his cock with your entrance, slowly pushing in as he wraps his hand around yours.

“didn’t mean anythin’ i said. not a word. i was- seven hells… i was so afraid.”

you’re so full. tears brim your waterline at his words, his hands, his cock — just robb. he thrusts, in & out, movements making you shutter as you’re hyper aware of everything. every touch, every slow drag of his hips. goosebumps trail along your body as you bite back a shudder, feeling utterly oh so good.

you ask him to kiss you, & he’s compliant to your every need, pressing his lips to yours. he’d fulfill your every request, go to the ends of the earth if you asked him to. what teasing he may normally shower you with is out of the window now, savoring every moment he has with you, as if you could vanish at any given point in time. watching you take that arrow reminded him of that. that you could.

he hits the right spot, over and over again, making you see stars. it’s not long before your grip on his hand tightens, walls clamping down on his cock as you cum. he follows suit, cumming with a groan that reverberates deep in his chest.

he cleans you with a damp washcloth, making sure your stitches didn’t tear either. you’re both laying on your sides, you facing his chest as his hand traces up and down your spine. the silence is comfortable.

“you forgive me?”

“i forgave you hours ago.”

your laughter echoes into the night.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜.・。.・゜✭・.

@cdragons @ghostinvenus (just lmk anytime u wanna stop being tagged!)

guys i went a little ham w this but oh well. posting smut on tumblr is soooo scary okay bye

[ladycatofwinterfell]

Dedicating an entire chapter to things surrounding Maester Walys only to find out that according to the wiki he was already dead by this time. Oh im going to scream so loudly, you wouldn’t even believe

[falllpoutboy]

i think the starks would be utterly tickled by who they are played by the tv show bc they’re all kinda

[midnight1404]

au where the starklings has wolf ears and tails, and every time that robb, jon, rickon and arya try to act intimidant, they end looking like an angry puppy what makes almost everyone melt by the cuteness (sansa and bran are already cute by default so they dont count)