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a Song of Ice and Fire|| Unforgettable Scenes ↳Her cloak and collar hid the gash his brother’s blade had made, but her face was even worse than he remembered. The flesh had gone pudding soft in the water and turned the color of curdled milk. Half her hair was gone and the rest had turned as white and brittle as a crone’s. Beneath her ravaged scalp, her face was shredded skin and black blood where she had raked herself with her nails. But her eyes were the most terrible thing. Her eyes saw him, and they hated. “She don’t speak,”  said the big man in the yellow coat. “You bloody bastards cut her throat too deep for that. But she remembers." ~aSoS Epilogue~

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coliturx-deactivated20141111 asked:

u scare me

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is that meant to insult me

#YO SON#MY HUSBAND HAD HIS HEAD CUT OFF#MY YOUNGEST SONS WERE BURNED ALIVE WHILST WAITING FOR ME#MY ELDEST DAUGHTER WAS MARRIED TO THE FILTH AGAINST WHICH WE ARE FIGHTING#MY YOUNGEST IS LOST IN THE WOODS#MY ELDEST SON#MY FIRST AND MY LAST#WAS SLAUGHTERED WHILST I WATCHED POWERLESS#UNTIL SUCH A TIME MY THROAT WAS SLICED AS WELL#AND THEN I HEARD THE WORDS#A MAN WHO HAD SWORN ME AN OATH#HAD ORCHESTRATED IT#DO N O T
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Anonymous asked:

Do you want to have sex with Kingslayer?

      Only a fool, and there were few men in this age && time that were not, would choose to approach the SILENT SISTER on such degrading ( unbefitting of her once noble title, unbecoming of her current nature ) matters. Even in her living, nary a man would dare to so baffle the Lady of Winterfell’s honour – in her death, nary a living soul would defy the figure of bloodcurdling && spine-chilling authority that was the Mother Merciless. Such impiety — it was not now that the Lady would begin to forgive slights.

     Moreover, by mentioning the likes of that particular Lannister, the cloaked figure ( oh but he did not hide scars like her own ) was pleading for disaster, and why, the mother felt quite giving in that humble regard. The very title of the treacherous fiend was the kiss of the cold blade against her throat [ JAIME LANNISTER SENDS HIS REGARDS ], and her breath was the rattle of binding chains, for any and whoever opposed her would be bound to the realm from which she hailed from.

      ❛ I would not describe the act of throttling him as such.❜ Was what she willed herself to say, though the words did not flow smoothly through the overture in her throat. In the end, one could only retain the notes of treachery, honour (lack thereof) and punishment in her maddened ramblings.❛ Clearly you would like to share what it is I have in store for him.❜ Her assassinations had only been impersonal up until now ; she never lay one of her skeletal fingers upon her targets, not even when she bestowed upon them the honour ( the horror ) of visualising her decrepit features. She had her orders executed, however reluctant her men be, and that was the end for all miscreants. The Oathbreaker, however, would not be granted such a sweeter && kinder fate.

      These hands were no strangers to the struggles of death — they had pried away Valyrian steel from the weakened form of her boy, they had wrestled with the sharpest sting, borne incessant aches to remind her who they were battling and they had inflicted death in the name of survival whilst voyaging towards the Eyrie. These fingers had known much and more, but their desires had yet to be satisfied.

#Anonymous#answers this three months later yo whaddup.#remember the latex otp.#maimedlion#hey hey -- get this.#her ass wasn't sliced off 8]
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I’ll follow you into the dark

#sCREAMS WHO THE HELL#HANGS THING#S#N O#NEVER GOT HER PEACE NEVER GOT HER REST I'M GONNA#I M P L O D E S A LL OVER DASH#SHE'D BEEN FIGHTING FOR SO LONG#AND SHE SAW (SUPPOSEDLY) ALL HER CHILDREN GO BEFORE HER#AND THEN#WHEN AT LAST#SHE COULD BE WITH NED#COULD BE REUNITED WITH HER LOVED ONES#SHE COMES BACK#A CREATURE OF GRIEF AND VENGEANCE#AND#I'M DONE BYE#DON'T TALK TO ME ABOUT CATELYN STARK#THINGS I HATE HATE HATE.#not to mention robin got me addicted to this song.#robiN U HOEBAG.
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      The mother of wolves had been lain to rest, aye, yet never hath a woman so accursed in life been so restless in death. Indeed, her screams rippled through the river, frightened her own kind ( the sigil her house's banners had borne ), daring not to approach her corpse -- and for three days and three nights she courted death, until they bestowed their presence unto she.

      They were the wolves, the forebears of her husband’s house, fierce creatures that had beckoned her to the light. Alone in darkness had she bathed -- had she known peace, among her children, between her lover’s arms? Had she forgotten the living, in favour of the dead? She knew not, she could not remember – naught but the cold, bitter bite of steel ‘pon her throat ; the warmth and humidity of blood dripping through her fingers as she thrust her own dagger in Lord Walder Frey’s fool of a son ; and her son ( her FIRST &&  her LAST ) crippled with arrows and slanted within the Lord of Crossing’s hall. ( She had been spared the sight of his wolf, noble Grey Wind, perched and stitched in place of her son’s beloved head. )

      The Seven had granted her life anew, for the laws of hospitality that had been bent could not go unpunished – she was the Justice of the Gods incarnate. Vengeance rose by glimmering midnight, as crooked, canine teeth sunk into her arm, wrestling her out of the grasp of many more r o t t i n g  carcasses. Pain was yet unbeknownst to her person as she was dragged from the wretched waters to which she had been forsaken; nude and indecent, subject to mockery of her House’s customs. Fangs released her once distant hooves battered into the muddy grounds, announcing the arrival of humans, causing the wolves to flee. Outlaws flanked her sides, but still she was unconscious, caught in a danse macabre. Cold to the very core, a flame passed unto her lips, whilst the Lightning Lord relinquished his life for hers. What woe! Once Tully blues flickered open, in its place a steaming ruby gloom, for her eyes were the pits to which she would condemn each damned men. She remembers -- oh that she does. Terror would be wrought wherever she walked; her, once a fairy lady, heeded and pursued. Death was sowed in her wake. 

#just to be clear ; i've stated this on my blog in the past but never as an official headcanon -#catelyn was a firm believer in her living ; and i think she would see her resurrection as punishment for those who broke /sacred/ laws of ho#hospitality.#she was the one who insisted that robb take salt and bread when they first entered the hall.#she doesn't act /for/ the gods ; but she does believe her actions are justified because the gods willed them so.#in acok ; she mentions that justice is to be handled by the gods.#and yet she seems to have been resurrected for that very purpose.#musings.#:|#this was sitting in my drafts for a while.#but like her justice && vengeance is her own ;l.#casually uses execute as pun.#i --
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