The Yellow Dandelion

The Watcher by ~IrbisN

A song of Ice and Fire fan art: Jon Snow and Daenerys Targaryen.

Art by Teilku

It’s not a fanmix actually, it’s EP but the word “fanmix” looked better on the cover lol I know it’s the shittest cover ever :( Don’t beat me hard! As for the song list, I wanted to create very primeval, dark and shamanistic feeling. Mostly, spiritual atmosphere. Bjork - AuroraA mountain shade Suggests your shape I tumbled down On my knees Fill the mouth With snow The way it melts I wish To melt Into youFever Ray - I’m not DoneSo, I lost my head a while ago But you seem to have done no better We set fire in the snow It ain’t over, I’m not doneZola Jesus - NightIt’s getting late It’s getting dark In the end of the night I can feel your warmth Come up close Close to me Coz In the end of the night I can feel you breatheFever Ray - Dry and DustyNever leave me Walk close beside me Your hand my hand Fits so easy No tomorrow Let us stop here We did some great things Oh-oh, didn’t weLykke Li - Love out of LustRather die in your arms, than die lonesome Rather die hard, than die hollow The higher that I climb The deeper I fall down

It’s not a fanmix actually, it’s EP but the word “fanmix” looked better on the cover lol I know it’s the shittest cover ever :( Don’t beat me hard! As for the song list, I wanted to create very primeval, dark and shamanistic feeling. Mostly, spiritual atmosphere.

Bjork - Aurora
A mountain shade
Suggests your shape
I tumbled down
On my knees
Fill the mouth
With snow
The way it melts
I wish
To melt
Into you

Fever Ray - I’m not Done
So, I lost my head a while ago
But you seem to have done no better
We set fire in the snow
It ain’t over, I’m not done

Zola Jesus - Night
It’s getting late
It’s getting dark
In the end of the night I can feel your warmth
Come up close
Close to me
Coz In the end of the night I can feel you breathe

Fever Ray - Dry and Dusty
Never leave me
Walk close beside me
Your hand my hand
Fits so easy
No tomorrow
Let us stop here
We did some great things
Oh-oh, didn’t we

Lykke Li - Love out of Lust
Rather die in your arms, than die lonesome
Rather die hard, than die hollow
The higher that I climb
The deeper I fall down

tildrum:

Jon Snow and Ghost keep an eye on the office while I work. :D

amomentsindulgence:

“Winter comes for all of us”

To my brother, who’s far away at the Wall…

ooooh God!

irrel:

The only thing I love more than you… is the same thing Jon Snow knows. Nothing.

Valentine’s Day card I made for my boyfriend :)

That’s so cute!!!!! ♥

These wolves are so freaking cute! Damn!

words-in-my-head:

Jon Snow Favorite Game of Thrones/Song of Ice and Fire Characters (no order)

“Kill the boy, Jon Snow. Winter is almost upon us. Kill the boy and let the man be born.” - A Dance With Dragons

He pulled Longclaw over a shoulder. “Aren’t you afraid?”
“Last night I was,” she admitted. “But now the sun’s up.” She pushed her hair aside to bare her neck, and knelt before him. “Strike hard and true, crow, or I’ll come back and haunt you.”
Longclaw was not so long or heavy a sword as his father’s Ice, but it was Valyrian steel all the same. He touched the edge of the blade to mark where the blow must fall, and Ygritte shivered. “That’s cold,” she said. “Go on, be quick about it.”
He raised Longclaw over his head, both hands tight around the grip. One cut, with all my weight behind it. He could give her a quick clean death, at least. He was his father’s son. Wasn’t he? Wasn’t he?
“Do it,” she urged him after a moment. “Bastard. Do it. I can’t stay brave forever.” When the blow did not fall she turned her head to look at him.
Jon lowered his sword. “Go,” he muttered.
Ygritte stared.
“Now,” he said, “before my wits return. Go.”
She went.

He pulled Longclaw over a shoulder. “Aren’t you afraid?”

“Last night I was,” she admitted. “But now the sun’s up.” She pushed her hair aside to bare her neck, and knelt before him. “Strike hard and true, crow, or I’ll come back and haunt you.”

Longclaw was not so long or heavy a sword as his father’s Ice, but it was Valyrian steel all the same. He touched the edge of the blade to mark where the blow must fall, and Ygritte shivered. “That’s cold,” she said. “Go on, be quick about it.”

He raised Longclaw over his head, both hands tight around the grip. One cut, with all my weight behind it. He could give her a quick clean death, at least. He was his father’s son. Wasn’t he? Wasn’t he?

“Do it,” she urged him after a moment. “Bastard. Do it. I can’t stay brave forever.” When the blow did not fall she turned her head to look at him.

Jon lowered his sword. “Go,” he muttered.

Ygritte stared.

“Now,” he said, “before my wits return. Go.”

She went.