minds of the frey

There is emotion in the hug, and there is respect and a form of love. Emotion that comes from honesty, respect that comes from challenge, and the form of love that exists between people whose minds have touched, whose hearts have touched, whose souls have touched. Our minds touched. Our hearts touched. Our souls touched.
We separate.
—  James Frey, A Million Little Pieces
There is emotion in the hug, and there is respect and a form of love. Emotion that comes from honesty, respect that comes from challenge, and the form of love that exists between people whose minds have touched, whose hearts have touched, whose souls have touched. Our minds touched. Our hearts touched. Our souls touched. We separate.
—  James J. Frey

Okay I’m so excited that i’m sure that this post is going to be just a lot of rambling. But I am going to do it anyway. To begin with the scene with Arya Stark killing all the Freys was mind f****** blowing even though the minute I saw Walder Frey I knew what was going to happen. But it was satisfying!!

Okay straight away to Jon and Sansa. Though I did see Sansa’s view point, I’d have to go with Jon’s decision about the umbers and the karstarks. It was the right thing to do!!

JON: “You’re my sister but I am king now”

SANSA: Will you start wearing a crown??

(I’m pretty sure I’ve read this in a fic somewhere!! Please lemme know if someone can remember from which one it is)

Fast forward to the part where she says, Joffrey didn’t let anyone question his authority, was he a good king? AND JON STOPS WALKING!!

There right there at that very moment I got all the Jonsa feels in the world!!! With disgust etched on his face he ask her, “Do you think I’m Joffrey??”


Joffrey whom Sansa thought, Jon was jealous of, Joffrey who was Sansa’s dream prince, Joffrey who Jon did not like …

And hear Sansa’s Answer “You’re as far away from Joffrey as anyone I’ve ever met!” With that gentle affectionate look in her eyes. (Swoon)

I read this as: Jon is the EXACT OPPOSITE of Joffrey. Sansa thought Joffrey was the man of her dreams but she was so wrong. He was a monster and Jon. Well Jon is nothing like Joffrey. Jon is Jon. He is brave, gentle and strong. *wink wink* just saying.

Joffrey was in that conversation by design. Remember that!

Okay continuing ahead, Jon sighs and looks away. A pregnant pause, Sansa’s just paid him a compliment. And Jon Snow doesn’t really know how to deal with that.

Bonus: We do know that Jon Snow is being protective about Sansa Stark😉

The hand grab was okay but Jon LOOKS down at their joined hands for a second before looking back at her. THAT was important!!!

So about those Sansa StArk wants power theories: NOOOO! SANSA STARK DOESNT WANT POWER. She is just voicing her opinion and she’s genuinely trying to HELP JON SNOW!! Like genuinely. She’s telling him to be more careful, to be smarter than NED and ROBB. She ‘wants’ him to rule and she cares about him!!

If at all, I thought Jon was being a little stubborn.

Anyway did you guys notice the look that came into Sansa’s eyes when she says “Would that be so terrible?” And then Jon sighing while looking into her eyes!!!!!!!!!! Right before the maester comes and interrupts them with a news of a raven from kings landing mirroring the NeD/Cat scene from season 1e01. These parallels just keep on piling.

The next scene has Jon and Sansa standing facing each other in the same place where the forehead kiss happened discussing Cersei’s message. This to me was another important scene telling us about the future, of what these two are going to be involved in.

The way the scene was shot, Jon and Sansa facing each other, they represented two opposing view points, one pointing north and the other pointing south. Jon thinks the night king is more dangerous (Because that’s what he’s always dealt with) while Sansa thinks that Cersei is the bigger threat (Because she knows Cersei) and that Jon needs to pay more attention to the south. The thing is, both are right. And I personally feel while Jon will deal with the Great War, Sansa will defend the north from all their enemies. He’s a commander and she’s a queen. Also Jon’s journey south may make him understand Sansa’s concerns better. Bran coming back to winterfell will make Sansa see Jon’s view point better.

My two bits about JONSA in season 7 episode 1

In S07E02 when Sansa tells Jon he’s abandoning his people (and her), and Jon gives Sansa the North (and his heart), the very next scene is Jon in the crypts, staring at Ned’s statue. You can imagine the dialogue in his head. He’s praying that he’s making the right choice by going South (for her); he is hoping that he can be smart enough, like Sansa said, and come back alive (to her). He looks like he’s asking for wisdom from his father–but also asking for forgiveness for loving his daughter. Then what do you know, Littlefinger walks up and starts needling him about how high Jon has risen despite Catelyn scorning him, and how Jon should be grateful to him for saving his ass. Jon is silent as a stone during all of this. But it’s the line where Littlefinger says that he loves that very same woman Jon was thinking of that activates Hulk Jon. He can’t let that one go. And now LF knows his weakness. It’s not being a bastard or his personal pride, his weakness is her. At the same time, Jon threatening Littlefinger in this way isn’t “protecting,” Sansa–it’s letting LF know that she belongs to HIM. It’s the possessive, uncontrollable wolf pack behavior that comes out with any male connected to Sansa: Ramsay, Tyrion, Theon, and in this case Littlefinger - who has the audacity to say “I love her,” when Jon knows he only wants to pimp her out and use her for his own ambitions. Hulk Jon is the “downgraded Gandalf” post-resurrection. Not only is he colder, angrier, but he also wonders - did he come back wrong? loving his sister? what fire did R’hollor ignite? (The other “change” after his rez is his ability to manipulate and disassociate sex from emotions). So my point being, if Sansa wasn’t on his mind down there, RUDELY interrupted by LF’s confession, I’ll eat frey pies for a month. Otherwise what. was. the. point. of. that. scene. and. all. those. other. scenes.

Home: Part 2 (Robb Stark x Reader

Anon requested: Part 2 of robb stark home imagine where reader finds out shes pregnant??

A/N: Hello hello! Thank you for the request, first of all. This is my third time writing for Robb, so if the characterization is still off, then I’m sorry. Hopefully it’s improving. 

Warning(s): Honestly, I can’t really think of any. Pregnancy? Wait, no that’s not a warning. Um. Possibly out of character Robb?Writing done at 3 in the morning? Sex mention? I mean, it is about being pregnant so…

Part One 

You made a mistake. That’s it; one simple mistake.

Now, you were paying for it.

The last time you visited Winterfell, things didn’t exactly go as planned. You intended to only stay with your parents, to see your family, and to say hello to the Starks. That’s it. That’s all you meant to do.

But of course, that didn’t happen.

You could still feel Robb’s touch on you, as if it happened just yesterday. In reality, it had been about a month ago. After you slept with him in the woods, you dressed and walked away from him without another word. You avoided him like the plague for the remainder of the week you stayed there. It was difficult; he constantly knocked on your parent’s door, only for your parents to tell him you weren’t there, like you asked them to. It hurt you to see the sadness on his face each time he was turned away, but you were scared. What else could you do? You cheated on your husband. With a Stark, no less. He wouldn’t like that. It would be an insult to the Freys. You decided to pretend it never happened.

You’ll never forget the pain on Robb’s face as he watched the wheelhouse leave with you.

Just like you’ll never forget the look he had when you returned.

See, there was a problem. Something happened. You were late. You hadn’t bled in well over a month. You had been throwing up in the mornings. Your feet and back constantly hurt. You were no fool; you knew what this meant.

You were pregnant.

You tried to convince yourself that it was your husband’s, but you knew it wasn’t. It was impossible; the timing was far too off for that to happen. So, you lied to him, saying you had to return home because your parents needed you. He believed you.

And there you were, back in Winterfell, Robb standing across from you while you exited the wheelhouse. His expression was a mix of pain and shock.

You laced your fingers together, pressing your hands to your stomach. You were paler than usual, your face serious, lips pressed in a tight line.

“Lady (y/n), I didn’t know you were coming for another visit.” Robb’s tone was icy, cold like the snow that covered the ground. You expected that.

“Not now, Robb. I come bringing news that… concerns… us both.” You replied cooly. His stony expression fell once he realized you were serious. He slowly nodded, and like the gentleman he was, he offered you his arm. You knew that no matter how angry he was at you, he wouldn’t be rude.

Once again, he took you to the spot in the woods that you met at before. Arriving there reminded you of that day, how it felt when he touched you. His lips on yours, on your neck, your chest… Your cheeks heated briefly, before you remembered why you were there. Now that the two of you were alone, you tried to work up the courage to tell him.

But not before he spoke.

“Why did you ignore me?”

Robb was looking away from you, off to a point to his side. He sounded so hurt, and in that moment, you realized just how badly you screwed up. You softened, your stern demeanor falling. Stepping forward, you cupped his cheek with your hand, turning his eyes to yours.

“I am sorry, my love. I wouldn’t have done it, had I known how badly it would harm you.”

You were shocked when Robb grabbed your hand and dropped it from his face. “Now you want to call me ‘my love?’ Where was that before, (Y/N)?”

Now, it was your turn to be hurt. You frowned.

“Things are different now, Robb. That’s what I came here to tell you.”

“You could have sent a raven. Why are you really here?” He now narrowed his eyes at you, but not angrily. It was more like he was analyzing you, searching for something within your eyes. It made you nervous.

You thought about how you felt towards Robb. He was your childhood friend, your best friend, really. But there was more there. You loved him. So, that’s what you decided to start with.

“I love you. You know that, don’t you?”

Robb seemed appalled by your confession. He looked like he couldn’t decide if he should be happy or angry. You watched as the two emotions danced across his features before they disappeared again. He remained silent, clenching his jaw. Ouch.

“Robb, I’m… I’m pregnant. It’s yours,” You stepped forward, your hand instinctively cupping his cheek yet again. You trailed your thumb softly over his cheekbone. “Ours.”

His eyes widened in shock. “Are you sure? How do you know it’s not your husband’s?”

“Because…” You lowered your gaze, your eyelashes brushing against your cheekbones when you did. “We haven’t done anything since our wedding night, Robb. I didn’t want to.”

You were about to elaborate further when you were suddenly swept up into his arms. Robb spun you in a circle before he set you down, kissing you softly.

“I’m going to be a father. We’re going to be parents.”

You wanted to share his excitement. You wanted to laugh and smile with him.

But there was a problem. You were still married.

“Robb,” You pressed your hands to his chest, stopping him. “Wait, there is another issue. I am still married, remember? We wouldn’t be able to raise our child together. They’ll just be another bastard in everyone else’s minds. Walder Frey wouldn’t appreciate knowing that I had an affair with you.”

Robb’s smile slowly faded.

“Break off the marriage.” He said. “Break off the marriage, and marry me, instead.”

You couldn’t believe he was actually suggesting this. It was so rare for a woman to leave her husband, though it did happen, mostly if her husband became a criminal. Marriage was supposed to be for life, but that did not keep people from breaking their vows. It did have consequences, like houses fighting, power collapses.

“Are you mad, Stark? Walder would never allow it, it would be… unwise. Unthinkable.”

“I don’t care, (Y/N).” He pulled you to him. “I don’t care,” Robb whispered, before he kissed you again. The two of you stayed that way until the sun set. Holding each other, kissing, planning your future together.

You just hoped that no matter what, you would be happy together.

This would work.


★  My Friend [ 1 // part 2 // ft. Eremes Lavellan ]

He’s with the Creators now.

( Eremes Lavellan belongs to @xfreischutz )

Bang Bang! (Ch.2)

Pairing: Ramsay Bolton x Reader

Summary: Games of Thrones/ A Song of Ice and Fire Modern AU

[This will not be a ‘kid-friendly’ fic. There will be violence, sex, and use of drugs and alcohol in this fic.]

The Red Wedding happened a week ago. Your boss, Petyr, insists on celebrating the men who “won” this victory, the Red Kings, an assassination group run by the sour-looking Roose Bolton. You, one of Petyr’s favorites, is tasked to find out more about these Red Kings. Who are they? Who are their clients? Who is next?You’re very good at what you do until you meet him. What do you do? Girls like you can’t fall in love. Does the Pretty Bird fly away with him? Or does she ruin the Bloody Bastard and everything he has?

Words: 1784

Tag: @notalwaysfair

Read on Ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11108982/chapters/24977343

“No,” you said a little too quickly. “Follow me, please.” You led the way through the Caged Bird towards one of the upstairs bathrooms in the east wing. His hand held on tight to your wrist. You didn’t mind, men have held you in worse positions before.

Both of you were quiet as you head up the steps. You heard the sounds of lovemaking in some of the rooms. Their moans didn’t bother you, they relieved you. As long as these assassins were kept happy, no one would be hurt.

You led Ramsay to a full size bathroom. The windows went from the ceiling to the floor, allowing a full view of the occupants. The rain clouded over the city, so both of you had some privacy. Ramsay’s blue eyes scanned the city.

You went into the connecting bedroom, grabbing a shirt and pants for Ramsay.

“Does the little bird have a name?” You heard Ramsay from the bathroom.

“(Y/N),” You said, walking back inside. You almost dropped the spare clothes in your hand. Ramsay already took off his shirt. His upper body was more impressive than you wanted to admit.

Two deep cuts were on his right shoulder. His chest was decorated with a tattoo of a winged beast holding a knife and his family name in his claws. His muscular arms and stomach were toned. His left arm had a tattoo sleeve of various things including the “X” on his hand.

Ramsay leaned his body against the cold windows. He knew you were looking. He nodded his head to the window.

“Enjoying the view?” he asked.

“Yes, I mean no. I’m sorry. I mean yes,” your words jumbled out of your mouth. You were better than this. You were smoother than this. Why were you all nervous now? You set the spare clothes down on the porcelain vanity. “These should fit you.”

“You have spare clothes around?”

“Not me, Petyr buys them,” you said, going into the cabinets to grab a first aid kit. “He likes to think of everything for his clients.”

“I believe that. He’s bending over back-ass-wards for my father,” Ramsay laughed. “He may as well suck his cock.” You walked over to him holding a soaked towel. The smell of alcohol stung the air. “Is that rubbing alcohol?”

“Yes, now come here,” you said, stepping closer to Ramsay.

“You’re going to clean the cut with that?” he asked, almost smiling.

“Yes?” you gave him a confused look. Ramsay shook his head.

“No, we’re doing this my way. Get me that saline under there.”

“But I—

“Get it.” Ramsay shot you a demanding look. You turned in a huff and grabbed the saline solution from the cabinet. You handed him the bottle. With a satisfied smile, Ramsay headed to the sink and poured the saline over a towel. He pressed the towel into his shoulder.

“So what really happened?” you asked pacing around the bathroom.

“You heard me, traffic,” Ramsay took off the towel and tossed it onto the floor. “I wasn’t lying.”

“So what happened then?”

“I was driving here when someone cut me off,” he started to explained as he put on the shirt. “I was going to let him get away with it, until I saw the plates.”

“The plates?”

“You’re a whore, you know about the Frey Brothers?” You frowned at his use of the word ‘whore’. Ramsay noticed. “What?”

“I don’t like that word.”

“But that’s what you are, you know that don’t you? You’re a whore,” Ramsay stepped closer to you. “You are a whore. A prostitute.” You gripped the switchblade hidden in your garter.

“Stop that.”

“Stop what? I’m calling you what you are,” said Ramsay closing in the space between you. “I could do a lot worse, you know. I could be a lot worse.” You unleashed the blade from your thigh and pressed the blade to his neck.

“Get away from me,” you threatened him. “Or I’ll—

“You’ll what? Slice my pretty neck?” Ramsay finished your sentence. “Let me finish my story. As soon I as saw it was the Frey Brothers, I rammed their car to the side of the road. One of them was injured enough, but the other two were up for a fight. That’s fine. I do like excitement in my evening. Their problem was they brought knives to a gun fight.

“I shot the first one square in the chest. The second one nicked me in my shoulder twice. He almost got the gun out of my hand. Then I shot him in the head. He fell over like a doll, useless and breathless. So, if you think for one second I’m scared of your dull blade to my throat, darling, you are dead wrong.”

You stood there stunned. Ramsay was a top assassin and you just threatened him. He wrapped his hand around your knife-wielding one and slowly took it away from his throat. You stood there, almost frozen. Ramsay darkly chuckled.

“You’re not the first lady to hold a knife against me,” Ramsay let go of your hand and exited the bathroom. “I’ll see you downstairs, (Y/N).” You shook off the frozen feeling and put your switchblade back in your garter.

“Dull blade? It’s not dull. That bastard,” You made your way back to the raging party in the main areas of the house. Left and right, you saw your own peers dancing and flirting with the Red Kings as if they had no idea what they were capable of. Maybe they didn’t.

You watched Ros flirting with one of them as well, but she caught your eye. She gave the Red King a quick kiss and a smile and nonchalantly walked over to you.

“(Y/N), I was so scared, what happened?” Ros grabbed your arm and she led you away from the party.

“It was interesting.”

“Interesting? You walk away with the Roose’s bastard son, the cruelest Red King of them all, and you tell me that it was interesting?”

“He called me a whore.”

“Oh you hate that word,” Ros said immediately, overexcited to hear details.

“So I put a knife to his throat.”

“You what?” Ros gasped, throwing her arms down. “Are you fucking kidding me? Why would you do that? Wait, what did he do?” Ros quickly checked you over. You grabbed her hands.

“I’m fine. He didn’t hurt me.” You said, trying to quell her fears.

“Oh thank God,” she responded. “So what did he do?”

“He mocked me. Said my knife was dull and that he wasn’t scared of me. He also said that I wasn’t the first girl to hold a knife to his throat.”

“What an ass,” Ros said. “Did you get anything from him?”

“Get what?”

“Information, gossip, you know?” Ros said, trying to keep it between you both. Your mind went back to the Frey brothers.

“Remember how Ramsay came here injured? I know why,” you looked around before you stepped closer to Ros. Seeing no one, you continued. “He murdered some of the Frey Brothers. They cut him off, and he recognized their plates. He rammed them. It severely hurt their driver. He shot the other two.”

“Have you told Petyr this yet?” Ros asked. You shook your head.

“I think I’ll tell him after, like tomorrow morning,” You said. Ros opened her mouth and then closed it. Her eyes stared at something behind you. You turned to see you were not alone anymore. Ramsay leaned against a wall, watching you carefully.

You and Ros walked away from that spot, mentally deciding to not talk about any more sensitive information anymore. You grabbed yourself another drink, and tried to enjoy the evening. You watched Ros go back to same Red King and “fall” into his lap. She laughed and he responded by rubbing himself against her.

You hung around at the bar, still feeling a sense of heightened danger. Something was off about Ramsay. The way you responded to him, the way he intimidated you, or how his body looked. No, you were out of your mind. You couldn’t be attracted to someone like that. You felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned to see a brown-haired, suit wearing gentleman.

“Excuse me? I noticed you were alone,” he smiled. “I was wondering if I could get you a drink.” You showed him your drink in your hand.

“I’m covered, thanks,” you replied. The gentleman sat down next to you.

“I’m Dom. Domeric Bolton,” he said to you. “What’s yours?”

“(Y/N),” you responded. “Did you just say Bolton?”

“(Y/N) that’s a lovely name,” Dom smiled. “And yes, yes I did. I’m Roose’s son.”

“I didn’t know Roose had more than one son. I apologize,” You took another sip from your drink.
“No offense taken. I saw you met my brother earlier. I take it he wasn’t too kind to you?” Dom’s smile was warm and inviting. His eyes were as light as Ramsay’s but they showed kindness, not violence. Dom was very different from his brother.

“No he wasn’t,” You pushed a part of your hair behind your ear. “I’m sorry. You seem a little too nice to be one of them.”

“I get that all the time,” Dom said. “But to be fair, I don’t do much of the ‘field work’ if you catch my drift.” You nodded.

“So what do you do? I mean, you are Roose’s son. You must be important to them,” You leaned in closer.

“Well, I’m j-just my father’s left, no, right-right hand man,” Dom stuttered out. You giggled. If you couldn’t get anything from Ramsay, his brother will do.

“Tell me more,” you touched Dom’s tie and played with it. As he started to spill more about what he did for his father, you looked over his shoulder to see Ramsay watching the both of you from afar.

He had a beer bottle in his hand. He moved the bottle around in circles, like a ticking clock. He caught your eye and he smiled at you. As if he knew exactly what you were doing. He could come over and stop the flow of information at any moment, but he didn’t.

Dom kept talking to you, and you only half-listened to his words. Your eyes kept going back to the cruel bastard. You watched swing the beer bottle back, gulping every ounce of the liquid. He threw the bottle on the floor without a care.

He only stared at you. You figured there would be girls by his side, but there were none. You tried to turn your attention back to his brother, Dom, but it was too late. He was in your head now.

anonymous asked:

Obvs Cat got a raw deal from Walder Frey in AGOT, esp since he should have been at Riverrun anyway, but after his crowning it would have made sense for Robb to choose a Riverlands bride to cement his kingdom. With this aim in mind, how good a bride is a Frey?

Honestly, while I understand the sentiment of wanting a union of Stark and riverlord to symbolize the union of the two kingdoms, I think that it’s just that, a nice sentiment without a real sense of necessity. After all, Robb is already in himself the union of North and Riverlands, as son of Eddard Stark and grandson of Hoster Tully; any child of his is going to carry the blood of both Great Houses. Moreover, there’s really no one Riverlands House that Robb “should” have been courting; the greatest Houses there are not dramatically stronger than House Frey (please correct me if I’m wrong, @racefortheironthrone)​,​ and no matter where he turns, 4,000 swords are not exactly going to revolutionize his independence campaign. What Robb really needed was someone who could bring a game-changing force to the table, a Margaery Tyrell or Arianne Martell; such a bride would not have been of the North or Trident, but in the choice between symbolic niceties or the continued independence of his realm, Robb would have been wiser to choose the latter. (Too, and relatedly, I think Robb has a little more leeway in his choice if his bride were someone who was already inclined to hate and oppose the Lannister regime; part of what made Jeyne Westerling such an unacceptable choice politically was not only her House’s relative poverty, but her father’s role as bannerman and soldier of the Lannisters.)

Again, I think it needs to be understood that Catelyn sold Robb’s hand cheaply, especially when Walder already wanted Edmure as a son-in-law. It’s a point I’ve talked about before, but it bears repeating. Well and good for Edmure, the Lord of Riverrun (he was not, strictly speaking, lord at the time of the negotiation, but you understand my meaning), to marry a daughter of one of his more important vassals - his own father did the same, and generations of Tullys before him doubtless did as well. As for King Robb, his marriage, incredibly important as it is, should directly further the survival of his dual kingdom. A Frey really doesn’t do that, nor any other riverlord House.

anonymous asked:

Please listen to Seether's cover of Careless Whisper? I went in balls deep expecting to either hate it or feel indifferent about it, but I actually like it?? I need you opinion, please???

couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library

It’s good ? Can’t say it’ll stay in my mind.. probably because I really like the original haha. But i’m glad you shared it, I never would’ve stumbled upon this cover by myself. We all have different tastes so you all make me discover new stuff !

House Words Wednesdays: House Haigh

Welcome to House Words Wednesdays! Each week, I take a House without known canon or semi-canon words and present what I think could make sense as that House’s motto. You’re free to suggest more as well, if your favored House has not yet been suggested; take a look at this link to see what has already been suggested, and shoot me an ask through Tumblr if you have another House you’d like to see done. 

House Haigh is a noble House of the Riverlands, one of the vassal Houses sworn to the Freys of the Crossing. Little is known about the Haighs, although I think the Haighs are landed knights rather than lords (we have yet to meet a “Lord Haigh”, and Perianne Frey, Walder’s eldest daughter, was married to Ser Leslyn Haigh; you might think the eldest daughter of the liege lords of the Haighs could do better among her father’s vassals than a non-ruling knight). The Haigh sigil is known, though: a black pitchfork on a gold bend sinister, on a russet field - an obvious play on their name being a homophone of "hay" (like the Waxleys of Wickenden, who have burning candles, or the Belmores of Strongsong, who have bells).

One of the most defining feature of the modern Haighs - and probably historically true as well, for as long as the Haighs have been Frey vassals - is an open, demonstrative closeness to House Frey. In the story of the Knight of the Laughing Tree, it was a squire to a knight of House Haigh who, along with the squires to a Frey and a Blount, bullied young Howland Reed (and subsequently saw his knight’s ass beat by Lyanna). As noted above, Leslyn Haigh married Perianne Frey, and he, along with his sons Harys and Donnel, attended the Red Wedding; the three Haighs were seen drinking with three particularly loathsome Freys - Lothar, Hosteen, and Raymund - as well as their fellow Frey marital relations and cronies, Lord Lucias and Ser Damon Vypren. During the bloody chaos of the Red Wedding, Harys Haigh was seen wrestling a Vance as Black Walder moved to kill him, while “poor old Leslyn Haigh” lost half an ear trying to subdue the Greatjon. Nor did the Haigh assistance of the Freys end there, as Harys and Donnel joined their cousin Arwood Frey in responding to the raid on Saltpans. Jaime himself counted the pitchforks of Haigh among the banners of the Frey vassals in the siege of Riverrun.

The Haighs, to me, seem real flunkies, eager to show their attachment to House Frey. With that in mind, I wanted words that would reflect that eagerness. Thus, I came up with Sprung From Good Seed. As with the words for the Waxleys (fittingly, “Light in Darkness”), I thought the Haigh words should incorporate the wordplay already present in the House sigil; the best hay would presumably be sprung from good seed. Additionally, this motto reflects the intermarriage between Haigh and Frey: all descendants of Leslyn will have that Frey blood from Perianne, and for the sycophantic Haighs, they might point to that connection as a further example of their being sprung from the “good” Frey seed. Finally, as vassals of the Freys, the Haighs receive all they have at the sufferance of the Freys; I could imagine the Haighs think of the Freys as the tenders of the land and themselves as the sustenance. If it sounds sickeningly sycophantic … well, that’s the Haighs.

Let me know what you think of these Haigh words. Next week House Words Wednesdays looks east, to a family of the Vale on the rise under new management. 

anonymous asked:

Hi! I've noticed a lot of posts lately about headcanons of zaid and doug being from the same tribe. Both think they're the last remaining member of their tribe after they all got killed, so I was wondering if I could request some sort of short fic where they meet for some reason (zaid visits selphia? not sure) and find out that they're not alone? Sorry if this was too detailed but i never thought about it before but I think it would work and I'd like to get feels and cry over something like that

No you’re fine I love this! 

Let’s have dorky, angsty dwarf feels together <3

(Zaid may be a teensy bit ooc since I haven’t played a lot of RF3 so bear with me)

**btw “brother” is meant as a friendly term, not as in they’re actually brothers**

Zaid rolled his shoulders and groaned as he stepped off the airship.

“Ugh… what I wouldn’t give for some Udon right now…” he muttered.

He’d never been on an airship before now, and he didn’t particularly like it. Apparently it was the best way to travel, though, so Raven had set it up for him to bring him to Selphia.

Speaking of which…

Zaid glanced up and down the long streets. Shops were lined up side by side, and he spotted a restaurant just a few yards away.

“Where’s that Raven girl?” he huffed, “If she ain’t gonna come get me, I’ll just go eat and get going.”

Said started off towards the restaurant when a silky woman’s voice shouted behind him.

Zaid turned to see Raven, her long red hair flowing down her back and her hand on her hip.

“’Bout time,” he said, “I was just gonna go grab some food–”

“No time,” Raven said, her face straight and as serious as ever, “Follow me.”

Zaid groaned.

“But I’m hungry,” he whined.

“There’s food where we’re going,” was all Raven said as she pivoted and started off down the street. Zaid gave one mournful glance over his shoulder at the restaurant before following Raven.

He caught up with her, glancing around.

“So where’s this guy you wanted me to meet?” he asked.

“At the general store,” Raven said.

Said raised an eyebrow.

“And why haven’t you told me anything about him?”

Raven was silent for a moment. And then–

“I wanted you to see for yourself.”

Zaid frowned and was about to question her when she halted. He glanced up at the sign atop the store while Raven opened the door for him, motioning him inside.

Zaid inched closer.

“–nah, that goes on the top shelf–Hey! Don’t drop it!”

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Untitled Robbaery

(Haven’t posted much writing here lately so here’s a glimpse of a side project that grabbed my attention last summer)

Basic premise follows the SuperTullys. Cat and Edmure do right or fuck up in the best ways possible.


He shouldn’t be here.

Standing within a ruined castle, sweltering beneath the midday sun, all of this only deepened his unease.

The yard was overgrown and much of it filled with the crumbled stone of a collapsed keep. Although little save its broken foundations remained intact, the castle’s massive curtain walls still stood, marred only by the unchecked spread of moss and vines, which crept up the stone like tendrils.

There’d be no need for ladders or ropes to scale these walls. Several castles here in the Westerlands had fallen to him after such assaults. Yet Robb could not claim credit for the devastation wrought upon Tarbeck Hall.

The lions did this. House Tarbeck joined with the Reynes of Castamere in rising against Casterly Rock.

And Tywin Lannister destroyed them for it.

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