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hello, loves! this is a selective, private and very low activity roleplay blog for king roan from cw’s the 1OO! my name is lenee, i’m 21+ and i use they/them pronouns. this is a highly canon divergent blog and my interpretation has been developed over several years, so please take some time to read over my info when you get a chance! est. 2016
google docs || memes find me: @desafia || @klarsynt
ROAN?????????????
what do you mean Just Standing There Ominously doesn’t count as socializing
what is going on in the house of commons
Gustaf Fjaestad (Swedish, 1868–1948) Rimfrost (Storlien) detail, oil on panel
bitches be like “i’d die for this character” and it’s a character who’s already dead
PROMPTS FOR THE HEAVY HEARTED
the burdened:
“ being alive is exhausting. ”
“ i ruin everything i touch. ”
“ no one ever helped me when i needed it. so, i just. try to do my best to keep others from feeling that kind of loneliness. ”
“ i feel like the pain is all i am anymore. ”
“ i wish i remembered anything other than loneliness. ”
“ i’m not a particularly good person. but sometimes i wish someone would think i am. ”
“ i’m just always the one who gets left behind. ”
“ i never seem to belong anywhere. or to anyone. ”
“ i’m alone. and it’s my own fault. but it doesn’t make it hurt any less. ”
“ i don’t know how to just live. i constantly feel like i’m waiting for the other shoe to drop. ”
“ i always expect people to hurt me. because they usually do. ”
“ i don’t know how to let go of my trauma. i don’t know what i am without it. ”
“ it’s better if i’m alone. i can’t hurt anyone if there’s no one close enough to get hit by the debris of my fuck ups. ”
“ there are just too many people depending on me. i can’t rest. i can’t let them down. ”
“ i don’t have anything or anyone left anymore. ”
“ i’m not strong. or brave. i survive ‘cause there’s not really any other choice. ”
“ i tried to give up before. but the universe just didn’t let me. ”
“ i just want to be done. i’m tired. i’m so, so fucking tired. ”
“ i know it’s selfish. but i wish someone would just take care of me. ”
“ every time i start to feel like things are getting quieter and i can feel safe, something bad always happens. ”
“ i tend to love people more than they love me. and it’s okay. i don’t mind but…it can be lonely. ”
“ i just don’t feel like my life makes any difference to anyone. i’m just here. ”
the comforter:
“ hey, look at me. i’m listening. you can tell me anything. ”
“ how can i help you feel less alone? ”
“ i’m here and i’m not leaving or letting you change the subject. now talk to me. ”
“ i know you feel like you’re alone and i’m not going to invalidate that. but i can tell you that i’m here. and i know there are people who want to care and help if you’ll let them. ”
“ whatever it is you’re struggling with, i want to help and it’s not going to make me look at you any different. ”
“ i like having you around. and not because of what you can do for me or give to me— i like you. i value you as a person. ”
“ i just need you to know that you’ve never been ‘nobody’ to me. you’ve never been nothing. ”
“ you’re important to me. you hear me? you’re important. and that’s never gonna change. ”
“ i’m not going anywhere until you get some sleep. ”
“ i want to take care of you. please, let me. ”
“ no one is meant to be all alone. that’s not how humans are built. you don’t need to do all this on your own. ”
“ you don’t deserve the bad things that happen to you. you never did. ”
“ i can’t promise you aren’t going to have any more hardship. but i can promise i’m gonna be right here to get your through it. ”
“ you make a difference in my life. i’m not just saying that. it wouldn’t be the same without you here and i don’t want to find out what it’d be like to not have you around. ”
“ next time it gets this bad, you call me okay? now you just sit there and i’m gonna make you some tea and soup and we’re gonna talk this out. ”
“ is it getting bad again? ”
“ you are so much stronger and braver than you think. ”
EXTENSIVE SCAR RELATED PROMPTS
GENERAL
[ TOUCH ] for sender to trace one of receiver’s scars
[ TOUCHED ] for receiver to trace one of sender’s scars
[ DISCOVER ] for sender to see receiver’s scars for the first time
[ DISCOVERED ] for receiver to see sender’s scars for the first time
[ CARESS ] for sender to kiss one of receiver’s scars
[ CARESSED ] for receiver to kiss one of sender’s scars
[ SHOW ] for sender to purposefully reveal their scars for receiver to see
[ SHOWN ] for receiver to purposefully reveal their scars for sender to see
SCENARIOS
[ MEND ] for sender to treat receiver’s wound which leads to them having to remove an article of clothing resulting in revealing scars hidden beneath
[ MENDED ] for receiver to treat sender’s wound which leads to them having to remove an article of clothing resulting in revealing scars hidden beneath
[ BLUNDER ] for sender to walk in on receiver in a state of undress thus seeing their scars for the first time
[ BLUNDERED ] for receiver to walk in on sender in a state of undress thus seeing their scars for the first time
[ KISS ] our muses are having sex for the first time which then reveals sender’s scars to receiver
[ KISSED ] our muses are having sex for the first time which then reveals receiver’s scars to sender
[ BATHE ] our muses take a shower together and sender looks over receiver’s scars
[ BATHED ] our muses take a shower together and receiver looks over sender’s scars.
WORDS
❝ your scars are nothing to be ashamed of. ❞
❝ why do you hide your scars? ❞
❝ i see every mark as something to be proud of, proof of all i survived. ❞
❝ can i ask what happened here— how did you get this one? ❞
❝ sometimes i get these phantom pains i guess you could say. little aches and i find them oddly comforting. because my soul still hurts even if my body is healed. ❞
❝ i wish i could get rid of my scars. they’re just reminders of everything i want to forget. ❞
❝ is it alright if i touch this scar? ❞
❝ it’s okay— you can touch it if you want. doesn’t hurt anymore. ❞
❝ please don’t touch it. ❞
❝ you don’t have to tell me how you got it. i just wanted to see. ❞
❝ looks worse than it was. ❞
❝ i want to kill every person responsible for leaving you scarred. ❞
❝ i made sure the people who left marks on me wouldn’t get the chance to do it again. ❞
❝ woah— what the hell happened there? ❞
❝ you don’t have to hide them around me. the scars are just part of who you are. and i like all of what i see. ❞
❝ i don’t really like letting people see them. ❞
❝ it’s okay— honestly i forget they’re there most of the time. ❞
the fact roan’s iconic black coat is actually a trikru garment though,,, tragic
@oathworn sent: “ i find there are two sorts of people. those who talk too much and think too little. and those with too many thoughts and not enough words. ”
he has never been a man of many words. even in his youth, a reserved demeanor came naturally to him. what purpose is there for filling silence with needless prattle? he has watched politicians weave their way through conversations with honeyed words and twisted truths. they speak for no reason than to be heard— to be the one commanding attention. a true leader does not require such shallow tools. silence can serve as a powerful weapon. and it is one he wields now as he roams his gaze across the young man, considering him for several moments. when he does speak, it is only to keep focus upon his companion ❝ and what sort do you think you are? ❞
thinking,,,, about verses
#judging you
@seesgood sent: ❝ if you’re gonna keep risking your life for me than you’re also gonna let me patch you up without a single complaint. ❞
muscle in his jaw grows taut as his head tilts ever so slightly to the side, heavy breath exhaled out with traces of mild annoyance. he will never grow accustomed to such measures of concern displayed by skaikru. there was a time he assumed them all to be soft, not properly built to walk this cruel earth. now, he is not so certain. despite his doubts of the necessity for her treatment, he settles back into his seat with reluctant obedience. gaze wanders over the stern expression on the woman’s face and his own smooths out. amusement briefly moves across his features. ❝ fine. make it quick, ❞ he grumbles lowly. he doesn’t have the luxury of wasting time being coddled. but, if he’s honest, watching her take such a commanding tone is worth sticking around a little while longer to observe.
me having forgotten how formal my prose is when i write roan: oOh great heavens !
@leksakom sent: “ i need you to trust me. ”
❝ trust must be earned, commander, ❞ comes the tense response. narrowed gaze bears down upon the young woman before him, scrutiny lining war-hardened features. the taste of betrayal lays bitter upon his tongue. a fresh poison still seething within his veins. and yet, the desire for peace beats more strongly from a weary heart. if he cannot create prosperity for his people than what was his sacrifice for? the late queen and heda branded him a scapegoat, his shoulders burdened by the weight of his mother’s transgressions. three years of suffering in the wilderness cannot be for nothing. ❝ i have trusted you before, and i would like to do so again. but i have yet to have solid reason to give faith where there is inconsistency. ❞
"my king.." uwu
❝ ai haiplana, ❞ voice is a low rumble, softened expression only intended for her gaze. warpaint is still wet on his fingertips when he lifts his hand to her delicate features. white chalk rubs along her scarred cheek, following the thin line until he lowers his touch to take her chin between his fingers. his men are gathered in the courtyard, waiting. but they can endure the cold a while longer. he does not leave without giving her a proper farewell. for all he must give to his people, there are moments dedicated solely to her. she reminds him of what he is fighting for. not for mere boarders or trading rights, not for power or greed, but for love. the loyalty he possesses towards his kingdom and the affection he harbors for each citizen. and most of all, the future he wants to secure with her at his side.
leaning down, roan claims her mouth in a firm kiss. the kind meant to ensure he will remember how she tastes long after the warmth of her lips have faded from his. it’s an instinct the way his other hand lifts and holds her cheek and jaw in his grasp. when he pulls away, however, he realizes he has smudged black paint beneath her eye. the corner of his lip twitches as amusement flickers within pale gaze. ❝ i’ll return soon, ❞ he promises. hand moves to swipe his thumb beneath the other eye so she it least matches. the ghost of a smile grows a little for a brief moment. ❝ stay strong, my love. ❞ / @softsurvivor
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