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firemadeflesh:

Anonymous asked ⇒ ASoIaF: Older Rickon Stark
He’s a scrawny thing, wiry sinew visibly straining under lean skin. Malnourished, definitely, but weak? Hardly. He’s fashioned his own set of claws with splinters of bone and uses his teeth to snarl and snap. Even without the black beast to protect him, he’s a fearsome boy, nearly as fatal as his guardian. It takes three men to pin him down and keep him from wriggling free, not counting the whole dozen others required to tame the direwolf, even after it’s consumed the drug laced meat they laid as a trap. 
Nearly a fortnight passes before he finally responds to the visiting maester with words, rather than the series of barks and yowls that pass for language. You have to remember your name, they tell him, all day and every day since taking him to this den of stones. You have to be ready to see your sister. 
They swear he won’t be fed today until he says it, and he thinks his captors (his allies, they insist) actually mean it this time. He’s stubborn, not stupid. And damn hungry. So he scrunches up his face, pulls on the scratchy shirt they beg him to wear, and says what they’ve repeated to him over and over: 
“Rickon. I am Rickon Stark.”

firemadeflesh:

Anonymous asked ⇒ ASoIaF: Older Rickon Stark

He’s a scrawny thing, wiry sinew visibly straining under lean skin. Malnourished, definitely, but weak? Hardly. He’s fashioned his own set of claws with splinters of bone and uses his teeth to snarl and snap. Even without the black beast to protect him, he’s a fearsome boy, nearly as fatal as his guardian. It takes three men to pin him down and keep him from wriggling free, not counting the whole dozen others required to tame the direwolf, even after it’s consumed the drug laced meat they laid as a trap.

Nearly a fortnight passes before he finally responds to the visiting maester with words, rather than the series of barks and yowls that pass for language. You have to remember your name, they tell him, all day and every day since taking him to this den of stones. You have to be ready to see your sister. 

They swear he won’t be fed today until he says it, and he thinks his captors (his allies, they insist) actually mean it this time. He’s stubborn, not stupid. And damn hungry. So he scrunches up his face, pulls on the scratchy shirt they beg him to wear, and says what they’ve repeated to him over and over:

Rickon. I am Rickon Stark.”

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make me choose
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unbowedprincess asked: house martell or house stark

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make me choose → songsofwolves asked: dragons or direwolves.
I think perhaps the gods sent them to us.

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gameofgifs:

The Starks and their Direwolves » Rickon and Shaggy.
When at last they’d found him in the crypts, Rickon had slashed at them with a rusted iron sword he’d snatched from a dead kings hand and Shaggydog had come slavering out of the darkness like a green-eyed demon. The wolf was near as wild as Rickon; he’d bitten Gage on the arm and torn a chunk of flesh from Mikken’s thigh. It had taken Robb himself and Grey Wind to bring him to bay. Farlen had the black wolf chained up in the kennels now, and Rickon cried all the more for being without him.

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you were once so sad till you cut your suffer off
and you were once so weak till you sewed your wounds up

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The Lion and the Rose

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Equilibrium [2002]

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