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catelyn stark written by diogo

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DEATH LIES DORMANT IN EACH OF US & WILL BLOOM IN TIME | indie catelyn stark, written by diogo.

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THIS BLOG IS AN ARCHIVE.

click here for the new one.

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yeah. i’m prolly rebooting. this is going to be an archive.

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to whom it may concern ;

hi. yeah. it’s me. again. it’s terribly mean (and sort of douchy) of me to come back, write this, and pretend that everything from this point onwards will be a-okay, when i’m sure it won’t, i’m not even sure anyone will bother to read this, but i just had to write something, somewhere, because writing, despite anything that’s going on, is the only thing i can rationalize and the only thing where i can just... express myself. which sounds like such a dated and cliché thing to say nowadays - such as what i’m dealing with at the moment. in the summer i started developing strange patterns of anxiety that were similar to the ones i was developing before going to university, five-six years ago. doctors say it is because of extreme stress, mostly the one i put on myself. i’ve been having enormous mood swings and lack of sleep and have been taking small dosis of sleeping pills to at least make 5 to 7 hours of sleep every night. that and i’m currently writing my thesis, which i am giving it everything that i can to be the best thing possible. as some of you know, i’m also a dj and curator at a local venue, which takes at least one night of the week where i don’t sleep, but at least i’m getting paid and it’s work experience, so i can’t complain. what i can complain is that every time that i try to write catelyn or any other character that i have, i simply can’t, and the anxiety comes back. i don’t know why this happens, but i always feel like i’m not doing anything good or relevant. again, the cliché-est thing to say in these situations. it’s almost like i am desperate for some attention - i’m really not. i just want to write, but i give up half-way. i want to write because it calms me, as much as making any sort of art that i do (mostly photography, which i’m picking up again). it doesn’t help that i’m stupid and i deleted my icons for all my characters when i was cleaning my computer. but that isn’t a problem, i can make more. the problem isn’t having time or not; i’ve always managed to study, work, make art, play videogames, watch movies/shows, be with friends and roleplay. the problem is, in truth, myself, and how i see myself as a roleplayer, and a writer.  so the cowardly thing to do is give up - or just run away from it. but i don’t want to do either, but it’s just easier to forget about this blog, the people i met, the things i wrote. but the void of not writing, not plotting, not doing anything in this department is too strong, and perhaps it’s the nostalgia of times past that is heavier, that shouts louder. in conclusion, i might delete this blog. or archive it and start anew. i know that if i work hard enough i can write better and better and by the end of it, feel better, more accomplished. it has always been my retreat. i don’t know why i’m so eager to left behind, but this is a post-modern millenial problem, a me vs self impass, and if i have to fight anything, is myself. if any of you reads this, thank you so much. again, i can’t just expect that friends i made here forgive me or understand me and want to do things with me again. i was never a big name in the community. there were always better catelyns and people probably are better without me, while writing with them.  if i start anew, the url will be the same. if we were friends, and if you’re still around, i will follow you on your blogs. my skype is the same as well.  thanks for reading this.

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ooc // what’s poppin’ y’all

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« it is a beautiful night, i agree. reminds me of days gone past. »

open.

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by  shortstache

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Send ‘a moment of weakness’

and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter. { tw violence, possible noncon/dubcon implications, nsfw }

Your muse is emotionally compromised and breaking down.

My muse is emotionally compromised and breaking down.

Your muse is smashed drunk and incoherent.

My muse is completely drunk and incoherent.

Your muse is tied up (how and why is up to the mun)

My muse is all tied up (how and why is up to the mun)

Your muse is surrounded by thugs up to no good and mine happens to pass by.

My muse is surrounded by thugs up to no good and yours happens upon this.

Your muse is having a vivid nightmare and is shouting out brokenly.

My muse is having a vivid nightmare and is crying out in their sleep.

Your muse has been drugged with a aphrodisiac and is out of it, needing release.

My muse has been drugged with a aphrodisiac and is in a haze, needing release.

Your muse is being beat up by mine, something your muse did must of been the last straw.

My muse is being beat up by yours, something they did must of been the last straw.

Your muse is being kept hostage and mine has just rescued them.

My muse is kidnapped and yours has just rescued them.

Your muse has been beaten badly and is in bad shape, mine happens to find them.

My muse is been beaten badly and is in bad shape, yours finds mine in this state.

Your muse falls very ill and continues activities even if they seem on the verge of passing out.

My muse is sick and continues daily routine even though they seem on the verge of passing out.

Your muse is in a frightened or nervous state (why is up to the mun)

My muse is in a frightened or nervous state (why is up to the mun)

Your muse is being punished by mine.

My muse is being punished by yours.

Your muse is temporarily blind.

My muse is temporarily blind.

Your muse has suddenly sprained an ankle and can’t walk.

My muse has suddenly sprained an ankle and can’t walk.

Your muse has blackmail over mine.

My muse has blackmail over yours.

Your muse catches mine naked.

My muse catches yours naked.

Mun chooses.

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The Known World: Wars waged by House Stark

The bitterest foes of Winterfell were undoubtedly the Red Kings of the Dreadfort, those grim lords of House Bolton whose domains of old stretched from the Last River to the White Knife, and as far south as the Sheepshead Hills. The enmity between the Starks and Boltons went back to the Long Night itself, it is claimed. The wars between these two ancient families were legion, and not all ended in victory for House Stark […] yet in the end, even the Dreadfort fell before the might of Winterfell, and the last Red King, known to history as Rogar the Huntsman, swore fealty to the King of Winter and sent his sons to Winterfell as hostages, even as the first Andals were crossing the narrow sea in their longships.

                     - [The World Of Ice and Fire] The North: The Kings of Winter

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wanted to understand my illness. to accept it. wanted to be something else. something real. wanted to unmake myself. then remake myself better. or not. or i wanted to be terrible. bad victim. a bitch that can’t even survive the right way. wanted not to survive. wanted to ghost myself. be gone. be anything but this, but human. but what i am. wanted to be allowed monstrosity without guilt or abandonment. to be selfish in a way that doesn’t make me unlovable.

excerpt from “MURDER IN THE DOLLHOUSE” // h. yenna kim (via openlylesbian)

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Nikita sentence meme pt. i

❛ We all wear masks. Everyone, everyday. Sometimes we wear them so much we forget who we really are. ❜

❛ And sometimes, if we’re lucky, someone comes along and shows us who we really wanna be, who we should be. ❜

❛ Fighting this war on your own must be exhausting. ❜

❛ Are you going to let me go? ❜

❛ Before you pull the trigger, you should know my name. ❜

❛ A killer with a conscious; it’s no wonder they cut you loose. ❜

❛ The real gift isn’t freedom. It’s what we get to do with it. ❜

❛ Brute force will never be as powerful as deception. ❜

❛ I’m not a monster. I just wanted you to think I was. ❜

❛ I have nothing left. If you die, I die. ❜

❛ I was the first recruit to get out. I’m going to make certain I’m not the last. ❜

❛ Your life is over, _____. I’m here to offer you a new one. But you have to be willing to earn it. ❜

❛ She had a good run. Won’t be another one like her. ❜

❛ Did she say who she was working for? ❜

❛ Everything to make me the best killer I could be… till I broke one of their rules. ❜

❛ I thought I heard my name. ❜

❛ I want you to know I can get to you, and hit you where it hurts the most. ❜

❛ Just like old times, huh? ❜

❛ You were free. You had gotten out, you were gone. What the hell are you doing back here? ❜

❛ I know you’re in this for revenge.  ❜

❛ You know firsthand what it feels like. Have the thing you love most in life taken away from you. ❜

❛ It wasn’t your life. It was your cover. I warned you not to get emotionally attached. ❜

❛ I’ll give you a head start. ❜

❛ If we meet again I can’t promise what will happen. ❜

❛ I can only promise you one thing… It’s going to get worse before it gets better. ❜

❛ The last word they breathe before the end, will be my name. ❜

❛ Did you ever have feelings for her? ❜

❛ You put him in danger, _____. That’s not like you. ❜

❛ Pretty cool how you can hack into all these servers. ❜

❛ You said you didn’t want forgiveness, but you deserve it, _____. ❜

❛ What have you got behind your back? ❜

❛ I can’t believe I ever thought you were cute. ❜

❛ You’d follow him over a cliff, wouldn’t you? Just like that. ❜

❛ You don’t have a choice. ❜

❛ What do I want? What I want is to empty a clip into your face. ❜

❛ That’s the difference between you and me, _____. You’ll kill anyone, I don’t waste life. ❜

❛ The man could not keep it in his pants if it was tied to his zipper, you know what I’m saying? ❜

❛ I told myself if I could just find you and see if you were OK, that I would have done one good thing in my life. ❜

❛ I made the same mistake you did. The best mistake of my life. ❜

❛ I’ve got a plan. ❜

❛ Why don’t you just let me go? ❜

❛ I’m not gonna let them do anything to you. I’m not gonna let anything happen to you. I’m not gonna lose you too. ❜

❛ The truth is what we choose to believe. ❜

❛ Making friends isn’t hard. Losing them will be. Trust me. ❜

❛ Not everything has to be a video game. ❜

❛ You know what you’re going to do? You’re going to kill, and you’re going to kill, you’re going to kill some more. And one day, if you’re very lucky, you’re gonna remember what it was like to be a human being. ❜

❛ I don’t want you to go through what I did, _____. Wouldn’t wish that on anyone. ❜

❛ Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself. ❜

❛ Thanks, my flight was lovely. How about yours? ❜

❛ I’m pretty sure that taxi driver ripped me off. ❜

❛ You picked the wrong mission to mess with. ❜

❛ Relax. I’m not here to stop you. ❜

❛ You may not believe this, but I’m glad you found me. I’ve often wondered how you fared. You probably don’t realize, but you changed my life as much as I changed yours. ❜

❛ Who would have thought you would have been the voice of reason? ❜

❛ Revenge is not the answer. ❜

❛ I’m not a spice girl, and I was never ever obscure. I was elusive, and a little dangerous. I was a legend. ❜

❛ I’m new at this hero stuff, you’ve been doing it a lot longer. ❜

❛ You make it sound like you’re my guardian angel. ❜

❛ It’s a kill job. I kill, or be killed, everyone knows that. ❜

❛ I like the sapphire dress too. ❜

❛ That would be very dangerous. ❜

❛ No risk, no reward. Isn’t that what you taught me? ❜

❛ She thinks you and I are, you know… Together. ❜

❛ I never lied to you. That was just my identity. You were never my family. ❜

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force me to roleplay

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what a bullshit episode tbh, what a worthless season. to be fair i don’t give a crap about the show, but i was sort of interested in the possibilities. but c’mon bullshiting the whole season for this bomb of a episode god why

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1x09 || 6x09

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tbh the hardest part of writing circa-agot catelyn is actually not acknowledging jon directly in her thoughts & lines. it’s super hard to write it, it’s like there’s a huge wall blocking jon but it’s seethrough enough for you to know that he’s not completely absent. the thing is that it has to be done - it has to be writen. for how much i like to think of my catelyn as at least acceptive in regards to jon by obsession with canon doesn’t let me slip at least once. even though if she knew the “truth” she’s be cool w/ jon tbh. 

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“it wasn’t me, i swear!”

it wasn’t you, but his eyes laid on the ground. a mother knows her child, it’s a burden she bears ( gladly. ), it’s the most precious treasure. but this one was of tricky youth, has his priorities somewhere else - somewhere not safe. « i’ve warned you, bran. the guards saw you climbing. & i can always tell when you’re lying. » a single breath of air left her lungs so her chest could hold on perhaps not a graceful tone of voice, children will be children. ( she wasn’t a strange to misbehaving in her youth. & she tried not to be an hypocrite about it. )« promise me you won’t do it again, bran. » she laid on one knee in front of him, her tully blues meeting his stark ones. « what if you fall ?? what if you get hurt ?? then you wouldn’t be able to join your brother & father in the hunts in the future. you wouldn’t want that, would you ?? » in truth, he was safer beside her.

five word prompts. // accepting.