robb wind


“Arya, the lone wolf, still lived, but the wolves of the pack had been taken and slain and skinned.”
Vengeance for her pack burned within her, she’d set the Seven Kingdoms on fire to light the emptiness they left in her heart🐺

anonymous asked:

I know Arya fans have issue with it but it doesn't seem so outlandish to think Grrm will have Arya die but live on in Nymeria. She has a very strong connection to her direwolf and her dreams of running with her pack seem to be when she's most free.

The issue for me is not that it seems outlandish (because I agree–I definitely can imagine a character in Martin’s world that would die and live on in a bonded animal.  He did that to Varamyr Sixskins, I could imagine him having done it for Robb if Grey Wind had lived, etc.)–it’s that I look at other major elements that he’s working with in Arya’s narrative and think that it ultimately would do the opposite of what you say.  

Yes, Arya has a remarkably powerful connection to Nymeria.  She thinks of her as being one of the few living creatures who loves her unconditionally.  Nymeria protects her without Arya being aware of it, and Arya is able to warg into her skin from thousands of miles away.  Theirs is absolutely a strong connection, and I also wholeheartedly agree that at this point, her wolf dreams are where she feels the most “herself” and is running free.  But I think that’s not the entire point of those wolf dreams.

Arya has been confronting since book one, both on a metaphorical and literal level.  You have it in book 1, where Septa Mordane is working very hard to train Arya to be a proper lady, at the expense of feeling comfortable in her own skin; this is compounded by her sister and Jeyne Poole who bully her and call her ugly and horrible and all other sorts of things in an effort to cow her into being more ladylike as well; it’s also compounded by her parents because even if they love her, they also are definitely trying to have her shape up and be a proper lady too.  She has to pretend to be everyone except Arya Stark for the sake of her own safety in the next book, and then she ends up at the House of Black and White which is literally trying to remove her face and have her become “no one,” and the whole point of this is that ultimately she will say “no, I’m Arya.”  (Her wolf dreams are building towards that, as is the fact that she kept Needle.)  And, when she ultimately makes her way back to Winterfell–where she’s been aiming for since the first book–she’s going to find one of the people who spent her childhood mocking her and making her feel worthless being forced to pretend to be her in order to survive, and so the question of what it means to be “Arya” might literally mean life or death for someone who spent Arya’s youth mocking just that.

Is Nymeria crucial to that?  I absolutely think so.  Nymeria, like Needle, is a major touchstone at the heart of Arya’s identity, keeping her grounded internally when her identity is being buffeted this way and that depending on where she is and who she is around.  

Arya dying and ending up in Nymeria is not a triumph of her identity–it’s a tragedy by simple virtue of this:

“They say you forget,” Haggon had told him, a few weeks before his own death. “When the man’s flesh dies, his spirit lives on inside the beast, but every day his memory fades, and the beast becomes a little less a warg, a little more a wolf, until nothing of the man is left and only the beast remains.” (ADWD, Prologue)

Arya dying and living on in Nymeria isn’t Arya dying and living on in Nymeria.  It’s Arya dying, and fading slowly until she is Nymeria, and while Nymeria is vital to Arya’s identity, she is not the only part of Arya’s identity–no more than Arya is hers.  Far from being an affirmation of Arya’s identity, an anchor-point that helped her navigate her way through every piece of danger she’s been in, it would turn Nymeria into the death of it.

Queen in the North {Pt. 4}

Originally posted by snows-os

Requested: By some very lovely people, and myself, an actual piece of human garbage

Pairings: Robb Stark x Reader

Previously: {Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 3}

Summary: Y/N was sent to live with The Stark family at a young age, and ever since then, she seemed to fit perfectly, maybe even more than she had ever noticed.

Warnings: Injured!Robb

Word Count: 1,858

A/N: Long time, no see. I don’t know how I let this sit on the backburner for so long, as it is certainly one of my favorite things to write. Now that Robb is absent from my Game of Thrones viewing, I have been coping with this, so I hope that you guys enjoy! Feedback is appreciated, as always!

Somehow, Robb had managed to disappear. You’d made plans yesterday to meet in the library before going out for a ride. Although you didn’t accompany them on hunts anymore, you did love racing through the woods with Robb and Grey Wind. Ever since Ned had brought the direwolves back for the children, you had wanted one of your own.

He had brought them back when they were less like wolves and behaved more like puppies, really. You had smiled and laughed along with your family, happy that such a small creature had brought them such joy. But, try as you might, you couldn’t hide your want from Robb.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” he asked, tugging lightly on a bit of rope that you had procured for Grey Wind to play with.

“I was just thinking that I would very much like a dog.” You sighed, stroking your hand over Grey Wind’s fur.

“How many times are we going to have this argument?”

“I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about.” You laughed, burying your face into Grey Wind’s side.

You knew exactly what he was talking about. 

When you were younger, you had come to Winterfell convinced that their house sigil was a dog. Robb had taken immediate offense, but to his credit, he bit his tongue for as long as possible. He hid his anger for a long time, but after a few days, he felt that he was going to combust if he didn’t correct you. He danced around the subject for days, before gently sitting you down in the library with the big book of house sigils.

At the tender age of four, you had mistakenly read “Wolf” as “Oelf” and Robb had never let you live it down. He brought it up often enough that you knew that one little mistake as a child was not going away anytime soon.

“Oh, Arya!” you called, spotting her hurriedly making her way around the corner. When she didn’t stop, you quickened your pace, easily catching up with her. “Arya, have you seen Robb?”

Arya took your hand, and resumed her earlier pace, explaining between her shallow breaths. “I have been looking for you all morning!” She paused for a moment, meeting your eyes before casting her glance once again to her shoes, tapping quickly on the stone. “Robb is in the infirmary.”

“I was just in the library, wait- what do you mean that Robb is in the infirmary?” You felt your heart beat quickening in your chest. It was your job to get hurt, and it was his job to baby you until you got better, and then do it all over again.

“I mean that Robb was trying to help Bran with his bow work and something went wrong.” Arya took your hand and tried to lead you to the infirmary again, but you were rooted on the spot. Your mind was a blur, you could barely think straight. “Robb is hurt. Robb is hurt. Robb is hurt” ran through your mind, a rather uncomforting mantra that was only making matters worse. 

“Y/N, he’s asking for you,” Arya’s voice was calm, somehow drawing you back to the situation at hand. Robb was hurt, and he was asking for you. Arya took a tentative step toward the infirmary, wanting to make sure that you were with her. You met her eyes, nodded your head, and tried to get yourself together before you got to the Robb.

Arya threw open the door to the infirmary, and you felt yourself holding back a gasp. Arya had insisted that he was barely even hurt, that it practically a scrape, but Robb looked as if he was close to death.

“This is why it does you good to get hurt every once and awhile.” You took a seat on the bed by his side, twining your pinky with his. It was a simple act, something that the two of you had done since you were children, who didn’t want to be made fun of for holding hands. Now, it was something that felt like second nature, even if people smirked when they saw it. He gave you a look, one that you knew meant explain yourself before I wallop you over the head. “Well, Mr. Perfect never gets hurt and now a knick in the side makes you think that you are dying.”

You held your breath, waiting for a response. Jokes in times of crisis could go either way. Robb’s laughter filled the room, and you felt a weight lift off of your shoulders. It definitely wasn’t as serious as you thought that it was if he was willing to laugh at it.

You caught a glimpse of Abigayle over Robb’s head, rolling a bandage and chuckling to herself. At least she was taking your humor in stride. More than a few people had reprimanded you for your particularly unladylike jokes in times of trouble. But they always made your family laugh, and making them laugh was more important to you than being ladylike anyday.

“But you are okay?” You asked in a hushed voice. As much as it hurt you to admit it, he had scared you.

Robb tried to hold back a reaction, but despite himself his mouth quirked to the side in the annoying almost smile that he had developed when the two of you were younger. But you had been though enough with him to notice when he was holding something back.

You hadn’t missed the look that the nurse maid had given the two of you before pointedly laying down her linens and slipping out of the door, taking Arya with her. Robb tried to sit up, holding back a grimace that if you didn’t know him any better, you wouldn’t have been able to notice.

You reached forward to grab him, to help him sit up. But, before you could, his hands came to cradle your face, bringing your forehead to rest against his. If it was any other time, you would have told him to shove off, but after all of the excitement of the last few days, you needed a moment.

A moment to be alone with him, to just breathe, and accept that everything was going to be okay.

“I’m sorry that I worried you.” Robb said, his voice quiet and timid, afraid to break the silence that had taken over the room.

“You should be, it’s my job to worry you.” You said, attempting to muster a laugh. It didn’t sound like a joke, though. Your voice was shaking just the slightest bit, trying to hide the emotion behind it.

“How could I forget? It is your job to fall off of a horse and then immediately walk directly into a wall. The same wall that has been in the same spot for hundreds of years, might I add.” He laughed, a real laugh this time. A laugh that made him throw his head back and made his stomach hurt just a bit, because he really, truly meant it. And after a few moments, you couldn’t help but join him.

“Well, I don’t want to interupt, but I’ve heard that Bran has maimed my eldest.” Catelyn said, letting herself in. You were about to stand, in order to let her have your place at Robb’s side, but she lazily motioned for you to sit down, taking a spot by the fire instead.

“It was really nothing, mother.” Robb said, looping his pinky with yours again. “Bran’s bow work obviously needs a bit more work, but I am going to be good as new.”

You held in a chuckle. Bran needing more bow work was the biggest understatement that you had heard in your life. He would get there eventually, but you knew that this wouldn’t be the last time that someone ended up in the infirmary before he learned to shoot a target. Maybe Arya could help him. She was wonderful with a bow, and even though she was less patient than the boys. Then again, that might be what Bran needed if he was ever going to hit a target. You made a mental note before returning your focus to the situation at hand.

“I’m sure that you will be, after all, it seems that you have an excellent nursemaid with you.” You didn’t miss her glancing down at your hands resting on the bed. You stuck your tongue out at her.

She didn’t reprimand you, knowing that it would only encourage you further.

“Abigayle is wonderful.” you said, eyes shifting to the door that the gray-haired woman had left through a few minutes ago.

Catelyn’s eyebrows arched the slightest bit, and Robb was chuckling to himself.

“I have a feeling that my mother wasn’t talking about Abigayle.” His pinky tightened around yours, not too tightly, but enough to make you understand what he was trying to say.

They were talking about you.

“Well, I haven’t done anything.” You insisted, unsure what they were trying to say.

“We both know that Arya is going to have to drag you out of this room before you leave his side.” Catelyn laughed, standing up from her chair. “Which is why I know that I can take my leave to help Sansa and the girls with their needlepoint.” Catelyn placed a kiss on the top of Robb’s head, and then yours. “I will see you later, my loves. She said, pausing for just a moment in the doorway, before making her way out of the room.

“I don’t see what the fuss is about.” You said, untangling your pinky from his before moving to get a strip of cloth to change Robb’s bandages. Abigayle had given him fresh ones a few hours ago, but with all of the moving around he was sure to need new ones. “I help everyone when they are hurt.”

The look on Robb’s face said that he wanted to say more, and you felt a wave of relief when it seemed that he was going to hold his tongue, for now at least.

You motioned for him to take off his shirt, allowing you a better look at the wound on his side. It was a shallow wound, but it ran the length of his ribcage, jagged and rough against his pale skin. Thankfully, it looked as if it would heal in a few days. Unfortunately, you were left to coddle Robb like a child until he was good as new.

He had a tendency to be clingy when he was hurt. You didn’t honestly know if it was because it truly made him feel better, or if he liked having an excuse to be around you, even more often than usual. Your head said that it was the first option, but it was getting harder as of late to ignore what your heart was saying.

Refocusing on the task at hand, you found that you had been right, and the bandages were nearly soaked through. You made quick work of them, not allowing your fingers to linger any more than was absolutely necessary.

You can read Part Five here!

Robb Stark and Jon Snow fighting over you would include :

(Woooo more prompts! Wooo Robb and Jon 😏😏 Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)

-Robb and Jon falling for you the instant they meet you at a feast in Winterfell, only to catch onto each other’s feelings for you once they have both tried to flirt with you

-Jon realizing how much more talkative Robb is with you and having to go out of his way to show you that he can be interesting as well

-Robb going out of his way to show you what Winterfell has to offer to spend some time alone with you, only for Jon to quietly tag along and helping you throughout the road when you need it

-Jon practicing in the yard to try and impress you, only for Robb to join and do his best to defeat him, making them literally fight over you in their own way

-Robb complimenting you on your beauty when he finds the perfect opportunity, only for Jon to try and add on but getting quiet as he doesn’t know what else to say, making you laugh

-Jon having Ghost following you around and be friendly to get your attention back to him, only for Robb to have Grey Wind do the same but offer you some gifts while at it

-Robb sneaking into your chambers at night to make you laugh and spend some time with you, only for Jon to get jealous the next morning when he learns as to why you seem so tired

-Jon making you a sword as a gift for your stay at Winterfell, only for Robb to get jealous when he sees how happy you are and try to convince you that he has a better gift

-Robb pulling you into a hug as you are about to leave, only for Jon to sulk in his corner until you’d hug him yourself

-Robb expressing his feelings for you, only for Jon to give up first and noticing him, making you have to realize who is it that you love more

Why Sansa is going to betray Jon (and why we should have known since Season 1)

Okay guys, the new trailer is out and the thing that shook me most (apart from Beric Dondarrion’s flaming sword) were the final words by Sansa:

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

Now, there’s some discussion on the net about what Sansa is going to do. Is she going to be loyal to Jon, or will she betray him? I think the latter is going to be the case. But why?

The quote did it for me. “The lone wolf dies but the pack survives.” You might think - well sure, she’s part of the pack, Jon’s part of the pack, she’s going to be loyal. But is she really part of the pack?

We all know (and book readers even more so) how important the direwolves are to the Stark children. Just think of Arya and Robb. Arya sends Nymeria away and what happens to her is mirrored in her wolf. In the book we learn about a she-wolf of monstrous size that is killing people in Westeros, while Arya is also a she-wolf (maybe not of monstous size) that becomes a killer. Nymeria (alleged) story mirrors what Arya is going through. And remember Robb? His storyline is a bit different from the storyline in the series, and I think the show runners missed the most important part: Robb is distancing himself from Grey Wind (even though Catelyn warns him not to), his wolf warns him before the Red Wedding and Robb ignores it. His last line in the book is “Grey Wind”, and I think this shows us that Robb realized his mistake.

But what has all this got to do with Sansa and Jon and the upcoming season? Remember season 1, when Ned had to kill Lady? By killing Lady he killed an essential part of Sansa’s identity. It’s like she’s no longer connected to the direwolf-network. I’ve thought about that before and I knew that it would eventually play a role in the story. The quote from the trailer makes me pretty certain about my assumption: When Lady died, that part of Sansa died that made her a wolf, leaving her lost and as someone different than before.

“The lone wolf dies but the pack survives.” True, but I’m afraid Sansa is no longer a part of the pack, but rather “a little bird”.

anonymous asked:

Do you think that Lady Barbery is going to get her way and feed Ned's bones to her dogs? It seems like a possibility to me since we have Catelyn's body was dumped in the river, Robb's and Grey Winds's bodies were mutilated, and Ice was destroyed by the Lannisters. The Starks don't seem to get any respect in that way, so wouldn't it be fitting for Ned's bones to also be destroyed in the continued mocking of the Starks?

I’m certain that Barbrey is not succeeding in her endeavor. Her success simply goes against the point GRRM is trying to make wrt Ned and the entire Northern plot in ADWD.

See, the mocking of the Starks isn’t a goal that the story aims to achieve; on the contrary, the story is actively going to bat for their ideals that were derived from Ned and his model of ruling. Yes, Robb and Catelyn’s bodies were desecrated in a clear attempt to humiliate and mock them even posthumously but this still happened in line with the narrative and to serve plot purposes, be them to set up Catelyn’s resurrection and return as Lady Stoneheart or to frame the breaking of the social structure of the Riverlands in reaction to the Red Wedding and how that affects the region as we transition into the next act of the story. The desecration of Robb’s body in particular is a pointed message about the obliteration of the Stark regime and a clear attempt from the Freys to destroy Robb’s memory and image and a continuing effort to defame him. When Robb’s name is mentioned, they don’t want people to remember the victorious Young Wolf that outmaneuvered Tywin Lannister, they want them to remember his bloody fate and his desecrated corpse so it can stand as a reminder to what happens when one crosses the Lannisters in a way similar to what the ruins of Castamere and Tarbeck Hall proclaim of the consequences of crossing the lions.

But when it comes to Ned’s bones, there is really no narrative or thematic sense for Barbrey to feed his bones to her dogs. What purpose does that serve? What does it mean within the story? We’re currently at a point where Stannis and the Stark loyalists are cracking down on the Boltons, where the narrative is making a point about how Ned’s legacy and memory are revered that so many people are fighting in his name and for his children. The wolves are coming again…. and I’m supposed to buy that Barbrey manages to satisfy her grudge by denying Ned respect when the book where we first hear of her plot is the same one that is going to bat for Ned Stark’s ruling ideology? No way.

ADWD is the book that explicitly rejects that claptrap Cersei Lannister said back in AGoT about how “when you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground”. It is designed to prove Cersei - and with her, the entire Lannister ruling ideology- wrong. GRRM is rejecting that notion and rejecting all the claptrap expressed by several characters about the futility of honor and ideals. It’s where the narrative makes a clear statement about how Ned Stark won. His political theory and his ruling ideology won. Look back at the arc of the FeastDance and how it hammers the contrast between Tywin Lannister and Ned Stark. It’s not just that the two characters are foils to each other, even their legacy is. Tywin may have “won” the War of the Five Kings but he ultimately lost. Tywin’s legacy is his family imploding and his children turning on each other while the realm crumbles around them. Conversely, Ned may have lost his life early enough but he left behind a legacy that has the North rising and ready to fight and die for his children and their rights. Tywin’s legacy is decadent and decaying and stinking up the place just as much as his corpse did. Ned’s legacy is his honorable rule that earned him his bannermen’s deep and lasting loyalty. Tywin’s body stunk so bad it made his grandson retch, and everyone was mocking his corpse and the circumstances of his death. Ned’s bones will return home in honor to rest beside his family for his children to reunite and mourn him properly. There is no way Barbrey Dustin gets to deny Ned the respect he deserves by feeding his bones to her dogs, anon; the story will not let her.

crustyfun  asked:

To what extent do you think the Direwolves' names foreshadow the outcome of their corresponding Stark Children?

To a considerable extent. Robb is a Grey Wind now–a story and myth about the fallen Stark king. Bran will help bring about and lead the way into Summer. Arya will be a dedicated warrior and guardian of her people like Nymeria, though I don’t think she winds up as queen. Sansa is a Lady, the Lady, the best possible version of that archetype. Rickon’s whole life is a Shaggydog story. As for Jon…well, “Ghost” is self-explanatory.