ꕀ 𓅨 ᴼᴸᴰ ᴮᴱᴬᴿ ノ 𝓛ORD 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖 ₊

i don’t know where the snow ends and my beard begins—— (covered in a layer of fresh white snow.)

his eye twitches…

the raven perched upon his shoulder caws incessantly in his ear. each piercing chirp another reminder of the hunger pangs irritating his stomach. ﹒ ﹒ ﹒ ❛ 𝘾𝙊𝙍𝙉 .ᐟ .ᐟ .ᐟ ❜

bitch I’m FROM BEAR ISLAND 👏

we’re lost in the fist of the first men, getting gangstalked by The Others 😔

sorry my crow harassed you for corn, it will happen again

the bear has always been…gruff…and rough around the edges.

consider it a culling. the ice and snow can sniff out the weak. the winter knows who to take.

|| i love old men, i think i was one in a past life, i’ll probably end up one in this life too if i try hard enough 🙏

that’s what happens to cravens and turncloaks.

best hold that loved one tight… i’ve seen plenty of men lose all sorts of things in these harsh winter snows.

spoken like a true southerner

the day he chose to abdicate his seat, to 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬.

|| the secret targaryen theories have officially gone too far, i saw someone claim jeor mormont as the secret son of aerion brightflame…………lmao

|| now i THINK i found a good faceclaim for a young jeor mormont event 😎

cursed by the weirwoods.