dxxth becomes her

...and she becomes death Indie RP | OC Written by 🐇

[dxxthbecomesher-blog]

( OOC. ) || OMg guys

I’m so sorry I’ve been neglecting Seina greatly :(

but I am here! and doing replies!! Pls let me know if I own you anything! <3

[alleyspata-deactivated20170924]

REMEMBER KIDS !!   some very important relationships are PLATONIC.   some are maternal, paternal, friendships, siblingships.   they do not all have to revolve around romantic/sexual attraction.   please don’t ever think that i wouldn’t write with you if you didn’t want to bring a romantic/sexual ship to the table. I LOVE PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS.   THEY ARE UNDERRATED, UNDER EXPLORED, AND LOOKED PAST WAY TOO OFTEN.    THEY CAN BE THE MOST IMPORTANT RELATIONSHIP TO A CHARACTER.   PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE.

[crry]

i love being happy and making others happy

[zorra-lombardi-a-deactivated202]

Send me 🌺 to place a flower in my muse's hair.

[crxelgxrl-blog]

             “ There was nothing I could do to her,         that those hounds had not already done. “

Indie Myranda Bone from GoT

[scxttish]

    “Whoa—whoa!!!”

    Rudy quickly jumps up from his spot in the back of the ambulance, throwing down his equipment as the patient tries to get up. His hands raise in motion for her to stop, though he refrains from touching her. He’s aware that she’s been through something traumatic ( though quite what that is yet he’s unsure of ) and he doesn’t want to frighten her further.     “I’m your paramedic. I’m just here to help you, okay?” Rudy’s voice is gentle as he tries to reassure her. “I know everything must seem kinda strange right now, and this whole ordeal probably seems blurry to you, but I’m the one who put the blanket around you, and I’m the one who got you here. You’re completely safe, I promise.”

[dxxthbecomesher-blog]

Tears roll down her cheeks as her eyes focus on the person in front of her.

"My bag... he threw it when..." Her voice cracks into a sob. "He threw it across the alley when he grabbed me...." More tears fall down her face, and all she wants in that moment is to leave. To run as far away as she can get from this place.

"Please, it has everything I own in it." She's not sure why she trusts this stranger in this moment, maybe... maybe becuase he sounds like her childhood.

[jasonxtoddred-deactivated201701]

Jason stopping his tracks - -then  swung his body onto the fire escape - -sliding down the ladder with his gloved hands holding onto the railing as his boots hit the ground. Turning to face her a smirk curved across his lips.

“I couldn’t have walked with you. You’re afraid of me which you have good reason to be. I may be one of the vigilantes that reside with in this city but most people tend to fear me because of the methods and means of what I do to criminals.” Raising his brows, he then swallowed clearly as he took a step closer wanting to see if she were afraid off him yet he was cautious and remained on guard as something about her - -didn’t seem right - -it was a sense - - a feeling.

“You spoke of something serious. Something you wanted me to find yet you sounded cryptic. I want to know what you know because if you need my help then I am going to have to know everything.”

[dxxthbecomesher-blog]

"What makes you think I need help? You were following me, and I didn't want you to. So I gave you something else to do." Lies, all of it lies. She knows she needs help to get away from the people who pursue her. But there is no part of her that wants to involve another person in the danger that is her life.

Turning, she pushes open the door into her hideaway, an older warehouse building with spacious offices. Leaving the door open so that he can follow, she starts up the stairs.

"Something tells me you aren't going to leave it alone until I explain."

[dustyrpmemes-blog]

Protective sentence starters

“I wont let anything happen to you.”

“Get behind me.”

“I would die for you.”

“I’ve got you.”

“I wont let them hurt you.”

“Tell me who hurt you.”

“Who did this to you? I’ll kill them!”

“I’m here for you, always.”

“Sit down, tell me what happened.”

“Take my hand, I got you.”

“C’mere, gimme a hug.”

[stormcraved-a-deactivated201802]

 OPEN. 

             ‘ nah, i’m okay              i can go a few more days on POWER NAPS.’

[dxxthbecomesher-blog]

"After a while, those power naps aren't going to do you any good...

[fatherofwolvcs]

❅ ░ ::|| @dxxthbecomesher

     ❝From the descriptions, you’re wanted by the Crown. Are you she? The one who kills with a touch?❞ Ned wasn’t quite sure himself if this was the girl, didn’t put too much stock in little girls being killers, but they’d only received a raven not even a fortnight back and as Warden of the North, it was his duty to be the hand of justice within his domain. ❝Speak.❞

[dxxthbecomesher-blog]

     Seina looks up at the Lord of Winterfell, tears barely held back in her eyes."I am." Her voice is quiet, barely able to be heard in the near-silent room. "I will not lie to you Lord Stark. I can only hope that you will listen." Her heart is pounding in her chest. "I would rather die than return to the hands of the crown. I will not be their instrument of death any longer."

[mybeautifulmicrocosm]

i’m willing to wait for it, wait for it

[rpmemes-galore]

Send me “I was supposed to protect you...” for my muse’s reaction

[mieczyslawstilniski]

forgive me father, for i have sinned. and as i kneel here now; hands red with blood, i know deep down, that i’ll do it again.

confessions || k.a. (via phrongs)

[crxelgxrl-blog]

             “ There was nothing I could do to her,         that those hounds had not already done. “

Indie Myranda Bone from GoT

[meanwhilepoetry]

Some girls are full of heartache and poetry and those are the kind of girls who try to save wolves instead of running away from them.

Nikita Gill (via meanwhilepoetry)

[fyeahrpmemes-blog]

Send "🌟" for an arranged marriage starter between our muses

[maidensword]

🌺

@dxxthbecomesher | PUT A FLOWER IN HER HAIR | ACCEPTING

There is nothing quite so lovely as sitting in the middle of a glade, surrounded by flowers and softly chirping birds. If Artemisia could, she would’ve stayed there forever.

Now, she laughs quietly when Seina plucks up a flower, setting it behind Artemisia’s hair. Art patted it gently into place, her cheeks as pink as the petals.

“You’re far more deserving. Here-” she continues, plucking up a red wildflower and handing it to Seina, her head tilting slightly. “Come, then, let’s wear matching flowers! I’m sure we can set a new courtship style with these.”