In a universe where everyone is born with numbers on their wrists counting down to when they’ll meet their soulmate, send me 00:00:00 for my muses reaction to their numbers hitting zero when they meet yours.


Casually slips a necklace around Wyatt's neck. Kisses his cheek. Walks away.

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    He isn’t quite used to gifts, though he should
    be; Xavior has given him one or two already
    if not more, and yet he stands there a bit du-
    mb founded, thumbing the necklace around
    his neck, before he smiles faintly down at it.

bastardlxrd:

coldeyesxwarmheart:

rlly want…….. romance……. for jon

wE DON’T TALK ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED TO YGRITTE.

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rlly want…….. romance……. for jon

wE DON’T TALK ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED TO YGRITTE.

coldeyesxwarmheart:

   There is an air about him that is cold, and yet
   though his eyes speak volumes of what he has
   seen and done, reflecting his soul like a mirror
   towards the outside; they are still cold, like the
   air around him, icy and frigid though his heart
   is as warm as any hearth in any home in the 
   seven kingdoms, if not their sun, that hangs a-
   bove their heads.  He is of conflicting emotions
   as any boy his age is, though mayhaps not un-
   der the same circumstances as a bastard of 
   the North may be, but still similar feelings.

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   It is those eyes, of the very shade of ice that 
   makes up the wall that stands keeping the things
   beyond from the people of Westeros, that noti-
   ces the approach; not many people come to 
   Wintersground, it is not well known; for it is not
   a castle; though a large stone building stands
   in it’s center, it is not a mere half the size of Win-
   terfell, the lands just slightly more southward 
   than the town, that lies closer to the wall.

   There is an air about him that is cold, and yet
   though his eyes speak volumes of what he has
   seen and done, reflecting his soul like a mirror
   towards the outside; they are still cold, like the
   air around him, icy and frigid though his heart
   is as warm as any hearth in any home in the 
   seven kingdoms, if not their sun, that hangs a-
   bove their heads.  He is of conflicting emotions
   as any boy his age is, though mayhaps not un-
   der the same circumstances as a bastard of 
   the North may be, but still similar feelings.

   It is those eyes, of the very shade of ice that 
   makes up the wall that stands keeping the things
   beyond from the people of Westeros, that noti-
   ces the approach; not many people come to 
   Wintersground, it is not well known; for it is not
   a castle; though a large stone building stands
   in it’s center, it is not a mere half the size of Win-
   terfell, the lands just slightly more southward 
   than the town, that lies closer to the wall.


{ Let me tell you that as an RPer of Jack Frost (with no account), I am very critical about this sort of thing, but I absolutely fell in love with your OC }

omg omg omg this is the highest of compliments i can get, i’ve had wyatt for three years now, and like— these compliments mAN I JuST

dfgsdfgsdf

hes my favorite and most treasured oc, i love him more than bran ngl

but thats because i made him and he’s my baby and i tried not to make it all about his powers and jack

i made it about who wyatt is

wyatt isn’t his powers

he’s a boy who just wants to be loved, to be accepted, to have friends.  

and i write about his struggles with that, and his powers on the side.

but it’s not all about jack, because jack doesn’t define who wyatt is like other oc children make that about the powers and jack while he has problems with his father thats not what his entire life is about.

he is his own person u feel.

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