#withanarmy

[killthebxy]

*punches his shoulder* "Bro."

‘ what do you want — loser. ‘

[dornishdrxgon]

@withanarmy — continued from x.

With arms crossed, she narrows her eyes at the man and his extended arm. Rhaenys feels that he’s mocking her with his laughter and his tone, which only makes her want to retire back in the safety of the indoors where there is no snow to bother her and it is considerably warmer than out here. To say that she wasn’t built for such conditions would be an understatement — as all the other Starks had pointed out upon seeing the number of layers she insisted upon wearing before going out.

Rhaenys huffs and makes to approach him, refusing to turn away from a challenge. Taking a step forward, she reaches out to take the snowball from his hand when her foot slips and she frantically grabs him to steady herself. She sways dangerously for a second before she can stand up right again. Back in the house someone had mentioned that her shoes were not exactly suitable for snow, she recalls now. ❝ Completely harmless, huh? ❞ She throws his own words back at him with a raised eyebrow, slowly letting go of him once she feels confident she won’t slip again and land on her face.  ❝ Hardly evil- ❞

[rcsethcrna]

@withanarmy (from x)

         Luck, was that what she wanted to call it? If truth be told, Robb himself was without the slightest clue as to what he would call it. Although it could not have been easily done, he had to admit that it was quite admirable that the young Queen managed to slip through thebarely visible cracks and escape King’s Landing, where she should have soon faced her demise. It reminded Robb somewhat of how he managed to flee unscathed him The Twins. Perhaps that was part of the reason ( paired with the pleas from his sister to help out the only friend she ever had in the capital ) that the King in the North decided to grant her a safe refuge within the walls of Winterfell.

“You can call it whatever you’d like, my lady. Though I doubt that Cersei Lannister would have any kind words for it.”

Courtesy and innuendo had been the very dialect of King’s Landing, coloring every word and phrase and expression. She had been fluent in it since childhood--her grandmother had seen to that--and used it effortlessly at court. At Winterfell, however, such skills meant little and less. The Northmen mistrusted her on principle, even more so when she attempted to ingratiate herself to them. Perhaps, then, it should not have been surprising that their king should so flippantly disregard her flowery words. There’s much I’ve yet to learn, it seems. 

The very mention of Cersei sparked fury within her breast and, for a moment, the world was red instead of grey. Grief for all she lost had once threatened to drown her but she had since buried it all in anger. “That woman knows nothing of kindness,” she spat, forgetting herself and to whom she spoke. “Only jealousy and cruelty.” I learned that far too late, much to mine own sorrow.

[multusxcastalides-archive]

@withanarmy​

     Sansa was unsure how long exactly she had been with Littlefinger now, it felt so much longer than it presumably was in reality, but if she were to hazard a guess, it had been about a Moon’s turn since they had left King’s Landing and had boarded the ship. And it had been about two weeks since Littlefinger and Lysa’s marriage and their departure of the Fingers.

     They only consisted of a small party that was gathered around the three of them as they approached the Bloody Gate. Petyr Baelish had already told her about the way up to the Eyrie, how they would first pass the Gate and then travel on to the Gates of the Moon. From her teachings, back at Winterfell - almost a lifetime ago, she remembered the Houses and people who ruled these places. Her uncle Brynden Tully used to be the Knight of the Gate, but he had resigned to ride back to Riverrun, and now it was Ser Donnel Waynwood that commanded the gate. And Lord Nestor Royce was the Keeper of the Gates of the Moon, keeping the castle going and keeping it ready for the Arryns when they descended Giant’s Lance in preparation for Winter.

     Their party rode up to the Bloody Gate and a voice called out down to them. “Who would pass the Bloody Gate?!” Sansa’s aunt Lysa pushed back the hood of her cloak and showed her face. “The Lady Lysa Arryn would pass the Bloody Gate!” She called back and immediately, the gates creaked and rumbled as they opened before them, a single man ahorse meeting them halfway.

     “Lady Arryn!” The man called out as he rode towards them. “A man claiming to be your nephew has arrived yesterday. We did not allow him to go ahead, but kept him here for you to decide.” Lysa looked at Petyr and he looked at Sansa Alayne (she needed to mind herself). She was unsure who this person was supposed to be. Robb, Rickon and Bran were all dead and Jon was at the Wall, not even a true nephew of aunt Lysa, for he was her father’s bastard.

     “What kind of sick jape is this?” Lysa demanded as they all dismounted. “Take us to this man.”

[honnleathrose-a]

@withanarmy // ( ???. ) -- plotted

          oh! a phone! clearly someone didn’t mean to leave it behind. it was stuck in one of the couches of a coffee shop she decided to go to for the FIRST time. rosalie sat on it and did what any normal person would do at first, ask the people around her if it belonged to any of them. it didn’t. she knew the next LOGICAL step was to go to the counter and leave it with one of the people that worked there. it wasn’t HERS after all. 

          but she was bored. classes had just ended, her friends were out of town with their families and she was a curious person by nature. she decided to snoop around a little. maybe she could even get the phone back to its owner? oh. password protected. huh. rosalie took her own phone and quickly texted her friend for advice.

                    [sms: alice] i found a phone in a coffee shop.                     [sms: alice] i kinda wanna go through it, but i probably shouldn’t.                     (. . .)                     [alice] you def should go through it and let me know if you find                     any nudes lmao  😈                     [sms: alice] you’re a horrible influence                     [alice] keep me posted, bby!  💋

          alright. common passwords. 0000 -- no, incorrect. 1234 -- oh, you’ve got to be kidding me. she was IN! and suddenly, staring into this person’s home screen, she felt like she was doing something HORRIBLY DIRTY. a phone was where people kept very private details of their lives. she couldn’t really look around. no --- she wouldn’t. but she WOULD try and give the phone back to the owner.

          the only idea rosalie had of how to do this was to go to the first social media app she found on... robb stark’s phone --- and make a quick post stating where she found the phone and her own phone number in case the owner wanted to contact her to get it back. DONE. and she did it without actually snooping. proud of herself, rosalie threw both phones inside her bag and stood up to leave the coffee shop and go home, thinking that she wouldn’t actually get a reply back for a good while.

[fifthbornforrester]

remember when talia died in robb's arms?

yup

[agirlofwinterfell]

@withanarmy replied to your post ““Man, I love my family. Ned Stark, Catelyn Stark, The Adopted Squid...”

:') beautiful

That’s a happy face, but they’re tears of sadness

[strengthanddevotion-a]

@withanarmy liked for some Bran Bean!

“I’m eight, I’m half grown, I shouldn’t still be soiling the bed clothes every night.” Bran pouts, though Maester Lewin had tried to assure him that regaining control  of his bladder and bowel would come as he got used to his new found cripple Bran wasn’t so sure. “I know they all talk about it, the servants. Everyone looks at me like they wish I’d died , that anything would be better then this. Do you think they’re right? Am I to suffer every day of the rest of my life needing people to clean up after me like a baby? O-or being unable to dress myself in even the simplest way? A-are those people right?”

[agirlingrey]

@watcherandshield: literal and figurative bastard

@reekcd: responds with ‘LISTEN!” every time you roast him

@cstensible: likes making pervy puns and then denies having done them

@withanarmy: got a bit ahead of himself

I love them all and they are among my favourite people please follow them.

They’re all dipshits goodbye.

[dorontala]

5′ 10″

send me your muses height || @withanarmy​ || accepting

robb compared to baby shireen (5′)

robb compared to adult shireen (6′1)

[killthebxy]

/JUMPS OUT FROM BEHIND A DOOR & ICE WATER BUCKETS JON. (y'know, to be fair to robb.)

gladly accepts his fate because this is Arya we’re talking about and whatever makes her happy is what he’ll do no exceptions and no questions asked

@withanarmy take notes

[zcldrizes-a]

» northern king.

@withanarmy HIT THE HEART FOR A STARTER.

“I... Lord Stark. You’ve been avoiding me since... that night.”

[multusxcastalides-archive]

withanarmy replied to your link: Catelyn Stark

And here I thought Christmas was with month

// I bring gifts wherever I go!

[fifthbornforrester]

MARRY ME, BITCH

[killthebxy-archive]

@withanarmy replied to your post:

Cinnamon Toast Crunch? is that some kind of cheese from the south??

...southrons make cheese with cinnamon?

[flightriskcd]

robb is just a boy. a boy with an army.