| absolutely do not interact with me if you are using AI images, especially AI generated images of CHILDREN

| convincing someone anyone to make Dany

“Ghost. I’ve had him since he was a pup.” Jon didn’t take his eyes of the other, and neither did the direwolf. He reached down and gave Ghost a scratch behind the ear, causing the beast to sit promptly at Jon’s ankle. “I’ve trained him. Raised him. He’s mine —- and I, his.”

| need suggestion, I am close to the end of Book 1. Plan on writing a solo from Jon’s perspective once finished. I want to move him forward with the books too, change of location and such. Good idea? Bad idea?

"We don't think much of ants, 'til they're the size of houses and burnin' down the forests. The desert is our home... and we're losin' that, too."

The Wall. The ice cold wall that shifted wind into a hurtful thing. His name day had passed, and Jon began to enter his twenties. A man now, a full man.

“Monitoring what for?” Jon said, and Ghost began to shift. Like a white shadow that moved over the moonlight, the wolf came closer to his side —- nearly pressing against his hip.

“Looking to the sky, looking for redemption.” A fantasy original character written by SUNDER.

Jon and Caitlyn.

─── ⋆⋅𓃭⋅⋆ ─────────── ⚔︎° 𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℍ𝕖𝕣𝕠 𝕆𝕗 𝕀𝕔𝕖𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝔻𝕒𝕝𝕖 ⚔︎° 𝔹𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕄𝕚𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕜𝕚 ⚔︎° 𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℍ𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣 ───────────── ⋆⋅𓃭⋅⋆ ─ 𝕽ᴀɴɢᴇʀ | 𝕭ᴀʀʙᴀʀɪᴀɴ | 𝕰𝖝ɪʟᴇ

Jon did not move his hand —- nor did Ghost move from his mark. The Direwolf did not growl, it was silent —- much more than the others. But it flashed teeth that curved like steel, and shined a glare within its red eyes. “Not polite to sneak up on people.”

𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐦 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧' 𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧' 𝐒𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫

Have you no honor?

| will get to these in a moment, think Jon may be shadowbanned so I may send DMs of the starters just to be safe

Rain fall.

"By the fire that forges the sword, so too does the sword forge the wielder."

Winterfell. —- @sunsetsol.bsky.social Night. A guest had arrived, and with it came the tidings and drinking that only the 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙨 could offer. But outside, within the gentle cool and the beginning trembles of 𝙨𝙣𝙤𝙬. Was a boy, sharpening a sword.

♇ᡣ𐭩 A CHARACTER WRITTEN IN A MIRROR IMAGE OF #𝓟𝓵𝓾𝓽𝓸 Minor and limitless lewd do not interact account. Will contain dead dove themes such as gore, abuse, self-hate, and other themes not suitable to minors. Mun is 27. Will contain semi-lewd themes; multi-ship w/ friends only.

𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓽𝔂 𝓫𝓸𝔂~

Portrayal.

To thine own self be true; And it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.