#ofjordayne

[lvanna]

          @ofjordayne     ♡     FOR   A   STARTER

          𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐉𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋   with wild speculation, lyanna draws an expression to attention, the winds of winterfell seeping beneath the door as a frosted draught.     ‘  and so the northern winter and the southern summer unite,  ’    she speaks, at last, a curve settling upon broken lips.     ‘  this really MUST be the end of all humanity.  ’

[balerios-blog]

ofjordayne replied to your post: in case y’all didn’t know, this guy is literally...

listen my fav theory of all time was that jaqen was also ned stark

My friend told me one of Tormund being Lyanna Mormont’s father and haven’t stopped screaming 

[wineinthewidow]

    YA’LL I JUST FOUND OUT LAST NIGHT THAT I HAVE FAWNED AND ADORED @ofjordayne ACROSS TWO DIFFERENT FANDOMS OVER THE SPAN OF YEARS. THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER.

[wardenesstm-blog]

     -- @ofjordayne ;; starter call

I know her. Sansa chanced a glance at the newcomer, the Lady who had come to pledge her allegiance to the Dragon Queen. Not to Winterfell. Sansa pursed her lips at that thought. She had lost herself to thought amidst the formalities of pledging to  D A E N E R Y S  S T O R M B O R N , of House Targaryen, the Unburnt, the Breaker of Chains...how did the rest of it go? She pressed her lips together more firmly.

J o r d a y n e ! Someone had mentioned the name aloud, and it finally clicked. House Jordayne. Words: TURN TO THE SUN. Seat: Tor. Sansa smiled proudly to herself. 

Once the formalities were over and  D O N E   W I T H , Sansa swiftly approached Lady Jordayne in order to welcome her to Winterfell more  P E R S O N A L L Y  and to glean as much information about her as was possible.

“Lady Jordayne.” Her curtsy and etiquette pristine as usual. “Welcome to Winterfell.”

[shroudedgold-blog]

continuation from x // @ofjordayne

          " i am made of stories. ” myrcella can recite them , effortless monologues learned by heart over the years , inflection changing from person to person. the only truths of them exist more in what’s left unsaid. “ either heroic or villainous , depending on who is telling them. ”

          “ i am not naive to what people think of my family. ” her legal father goes from the stag king to the usurper , and her mother , his heartless queen. the same woman whose gentle love nurtured myrcella against the cruelties of the world. but that doesn’t make for a good story , now does it ? “ but no matter how twisted their stories are , there is peace in knowing they are just that. stories. ”

[whitewclking]

❛   there  is  no  place  for  you  here .   ❜     hoarse  is  the  voice  that  croaks  from  bestial  lungs .    no  heat  passes  icebound  lips   /   no  vapour   𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑬𝑺   from  a  loosened  tongue  to  signify  life’s  presence .     (   death  drapes  him  in  droves ,   bathing  each  crevice  of  marred  skin  in  moonlight .   )     creeping  amongst  the  trees ,  he  is  little  more  than  a  pale  shadow  with   𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒   for  eyes .

❛   you  smell  of  warmth   &   of  sunlight .   ❜     raise  of  chin   &   twitch  of  nose   :   he  is  an  animal ,   drinking  from  the  air  as  though  it  were  his  trough .     northern  winds  whistle  past   &   he  sniffs ,   curious ,   at  the stories  they  bring  with  them .     (   𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇  𝐈𝐒  𝐍𝐎𝐓  𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇  𝐈𝐒  𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇 .     this  new  army  is  simply  sand  amongst  snow .  )     the  pensive  humming  of  thought  sways  in  his  throat ,   growing  louder   &   louder  until  it  falters   /   fades   /   breaks  into  words .     ❛   ––––return  home .    your  time  will  come .  ❜

@ofjordayne | STARTER CALL.

[quccnnorth-archive]

goodbye : my muse kissing and/or hugging your muse goodbye.

THEY PARTED WITH THE PROMISE OF AN ALLIANCE — arms coming to wrap the other in an embrace saying so long. dorne and the north, key players in the wars to come, both wanting their independence from the dragon queen more than anyone. the two kingdoms in a silent protest of the conquering that is going on, the mass murder and crime. 

‘ i wish you good fortune in the wars to come, lady arlis. ’ she smiles, pulling back from the embrace and eyeing the other. ‘ i must say, nothing excites me more than the prospect of our respective independent kingdoms creating an enduring friendship. ’

[desertio]

❛ I’ve heard rumors. ❜

* 𝙶𝙰𝙼𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙾𝙽𝙴𝚂 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂 : 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽

                                                  his lips parted as if , for one moment , ufran had forgotten how to exhale . his words were caught in his throat and it took the musician a moment to gather himself . after staring at lady jordayne in complete silence for what felt like too long , his mouth finally allowed itself to twitch into a small grin .          ❛       yes , i’ve heard them too .   ❜   ufran sand softly muttered . his dark brown eyes glanced at the crowd which gathered a few meters away from them . the piper claimed to not lose sleep over the opinions of others but , the truth was , he did often spend his nights wide awake WONDERING . wondering if people truly believed these ridiculous stories . wondering how many of them knew . wondering if they could have some truth to them . perhaps he had grown ill and did not know . perhaps all of his partners were of weak health themselves … or perhaps his mother and sisters had indeed CURSED HIM out of spite for abandoning them . he had forgotten them . AND SO HE TOO WOULD BE FORGOTTEN .  ufran nearly winced at the thought .          ❛        ━━  horrible , aren’t they ?   ❜     

he continued to clean the length of his flute with a piece of red cloth , looking away from the woman by his side . having someone thinking of him as something cursed wounded him MORE THAN MOST THINGS could wound him . it was his pride , ufran thought . not only as a man , but as a person who wished to be seen as an equal . the piper sighed .         ❛       i’d appreciate it immensely if you were to keep those ugly tales to yourself , lady jordayne .   ❜    

[mcsttrusted]

your missandei's loyalty and defense of dany, and how that loyalty impacts her decisions and thoughts, is super spot on esp given the little we've seen of her this season which is a shame. i also think it's important that you've taken time to address the treatment of poc characters by the northerners, which the show glossed over a bit too quickly for my liking. its a critical aspect of the show that should be explored more deeply and im so glad youre engaging with it!!

How am I doing with my character?

Sorry I didn’t get to responding to this sooner but god, this is so fucking nice of you to say. Thank you thank you so much, dude

[armourhound-blog]

❛ Any fool can pray. ❜

* 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 : 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍

                Both of them were staring off in the same direction . Sandor had been watching dozens of men , who had never once held a weapon , struggling to learn how to battle . These bastards would all be dead before the real battle ever started . They looked like foals learning that they could stand for the very first time . Flesh for the crows to feast on . OR PERHAPS FOR THE DEAD TO TAKE . Either way , they were fucked . The Hound believed that , perhaps , the Dornishwoman standing close by was being plagued by the very same thoughts as he . But once she spoke , she made it very clear that her attention was focused somewhere else . A couple of the Stark siblings were making their way through the snow . Their steps clearly aimed for the Weirwood tree ; there were plenty of them around those parts whereas down south , they had become somewhat of a rare sight . Truth be told , Clegane had never paid too much attention to that sort of thing . GODS DIDN’T MAKE THE WORLD THE WAY IT WAS ; people did .  Anyone who said otherwise had something to gain from the FAITH OF OTHERS . That was the one certainty he could still have the luxury of clinging on to . He glanced down at the yellow haired woman and then back at the Starks .     “    Aye .    ”    Clegane replied , tugging at the fur over his shoulders when feeling the cold northern wind licking at his bones .    “   But only a fuckin’ idiot envies them .   ”  

[killthebxy]

“You look tired.”

fatigue & sleep starters (accepting) // @ofjordayne

          does he? he likely does… he feels tired, the sort of fatigue that runs deep in the bones and wraps tendrils around one’s very soul, the sort of fatigue that cannot be healed by any amount of rest or sleep no longer — not that his own ever presents him with any more than nightmares and restless reveries, as is, having such large list of HORRORS to pick from; the doom that will be knocking at the their door overnight is only the most urgent. nonetheless, he still has the hint of a smile to spare.

‘ don’t we all? ‘

[hiddensteel]

        ❝  my sincerest condolences for the loss of your family, my lady. ❞          the pain of losing members of one’s kin was not something sansa would soon forget. it cut deeper than any real KNIFE ever could - piercing not only the heart but also the soul, tearing away pieces that could never be r e p l a c e d. mended, yes, but only enough so the body could live on. never enough that one could forget the wound or what was now MISSING. pink lips curled upward slightly, a sympathetic gesture, even though she also knew no words or gestures could truly ease the ache.

@ofjordayne   |   starter call.

[balerios-blog]

ofjordayne replied to your post: I feel for Jorah like fuck how many times can...

book jorah? ehhhhh show jorah? 10/10 excellent a+ loyalty loves one (1) yellow shirt

we def give show!jorah a 12/10 for effort the poor thing

[steeledstark-blog]

❛ i’m behaving myself . ❜

@ofjordayne || this meme here

It’s a quirk of her lips, small & hardly noticeable upon first glance.  This wedding had been INTOLERABLE, from the gratuitous ceremony which only added salt to the wound of how miserable her own affair had been ;  the renditions of the Rains of Castamere ; and of course, the spectacle of it all. The jousting dwarves- modeled after Robb, making a mockery of the loss which still suffocated a once freely beating heart. 

  But this mere statement, a mere acknowledgment that others had found it TASTELESS & took as much dread as she did, it was assuring. Any sort of ally in emotion was one Sansa wanted to take hold of.  “Of that, I wouldn’t doubt my lady . . . it is for the best and yet,” meeting Arlis’s gaze, “To not have to, to be able to speak and do freely, especially after such a display-- I appreciate the sentiment on my behalf.” her voice hushing more, Tully blues quickly taking in her surroundings before returning to darker.

[firesqueen-blog]

‘ we endure ’

poetry startres || accepting 

“I feel surely there must be a House in Westeros that bears those as their house words,” she said, a small smile starting to pull at her lips. “Though in many ways I feel like they’re the words of every woman. We endure. Often time it feels like there’s nothing else to do but endure,” 

Daenerys didn’t have to do that anymore. She was in control of her life now, and she could make sure that they didn’t have to endure harm from others. “What must you endure Lady Arlis? Is there anyway I can ease the burden?”

[whitewclking]

❛ between good and evil how great is the distance? ❜

(  *    TAO TE CHING PROMPTS –––– accepting.

❛  how great is the distance between north  &  south  ?    between sun  &  moon  ?    between past  &  future  ?  ❜    if it is bemusement which seeps from quiet words –– water trickling off glacier’s edge –– it is not reflected in his demeanour .    stoic is he ,  eyeing her without so much as tremor crossing sallow skin .   ❛  i do not presume to know such things .  ❜