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@fearandrxge-blog
*throws glitter on you*
“….What the fuck?”
" I figured it would bring out your eyes.“ He was trying his very hardest to keep a straight face.
“You’re full of shit.” He was covered in glitter, and he knew it would never come off.
fearandrxge
He’d been chained up again Howling all night for Rickon to come to him, snapping his teeth at people who passed. Tail wagging low upon the ground once Rickon comes over. His voice has his ears perk up. There’s not many human words he understands but he hears perfect in a calming voice. Rickon’s voice. His rough tongue moving against the boy’s cheek when he comes close.
a happy laugh leaves the youngest stark’s lips, crouching down and wrapping his arms around the wolf’s neck in a hug. he shouldn’t be out so late, but his direwolf’s howling had awoken him. he’d immediately gone running down the stairs and to the kennel. “ it’s not fair that they keep locking you up, shaggy. c’mon. let’s go up to my room. you have to be quiet, though. ” he stumbles to his feet, undoing the chain and petting through the black fur.
Shaggy licks at his friend, happily when the chain comes off. He pushes his head into Rickon playfully, a happiness clear on his features. He’s quiet though, that’s what Rickon had said to do. He rushes past Rickon to see if the way is clear already.
Happy is a dog with a big stick
LOOK HOW HE KICKS HIS LEGS OUT IM IN LOVE
bisexualiriswest
My muse is dead. Tell me how yours is dealing with it.
Rickon had left, to go where he’s not sure. Teeth are snapping though. Barks of anger and rage he’s feeling for the lose of his Master.
“Shaggy, Rickon is in that tree to look for a place to sleep, stop it.” Bran said stricktly.
He snaps his teeth at Bran when he speaks to him like that. He sniffs at the ground, around the Rickon was in
Heart pounding, it was the loudest sound echoing in her ears. Not the crunching of leaves beneath her foot but the thump thump thump. She hadn’t seen Rickon in so long, and Bran! Gods be good, let her brothers be good and healthy.
At the howl, brown eyes dart ahead and she broke into a run, following the wolf’s lead. She couldn’t believe it. Arya simply couldn’t. Rickon… her youngest brother.
Rickon is with Osha when he hears the howl from his wolf, he’d not been gone that long. Maybe he’d already hunt and killed something. He stabs the ground with a small stick, looking up to see Shaggy. And someone following. He stands, for a second he doesn’t recognize his sister and moves a little over to Osha before it clicks. His sister. “Arya?” What was she doing here? It was almost too good to be true.
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“Clam down Shaggydog, Rickon will be right back.” Bran said.
Rickon had left, to go where he’s not sure. Teeth are snapping though. Barks of anger and rage he’s feeling for the lose of his Master.
He sniffs at her. There’s the familiar smell to her, but something different. Something that wasn’t quite Arya anymore. At the mention of Rickon his ears perked up, tail swinging low against the ground. He had just gone out for a hunt, but Rickon was still close. He turned from the girl, hoping she’d follow him to see his Master.
She could feel the judgement coming from the dark wolf and she couldn’t blame the direwolf. If Nymeria were here, her wolf would be on guard as well. Watching Shaggydog, Arya found herself thinking about her wolf, the extension of herself. Despite the worry, part of her knew, somehow knew, that Nymeria was doing fine. She followed behind the wolf, hand reaching up to her chopped off hair wondering if he’d even recognize her.
Shaggy padded along, not so softly yet still alert. He can hear Rickon’s sister following behind him. He only walks ahead just slightly to make sure she can keep up and see him. As there getting close he lets out a small howl, tail wagging quickly behind him and he rushes ahead to see Rickon hoping Arya keeps up.
Jeyne can feel her heart skip a beat when she notices the large creature staring at her, and she stumbles backwards in the snow. For a moment she mistook It for one of his hounds, for one of his girls, but this was no dog, this was a direwolf.
There had been one for each of the Stark children, and a white one for Jon Snow. Lady she remembered, smaller than all her siblings, but she couldn’t think of the other names.
“I remember you,” she spoke, as if the wolf would understand. “you were Rickon’s once.”
He does not know her but the familiar scent has made him not rip her apart just yet. Nose at her feet, then to her fingers to sniff at her. Green eyes move up to look at her at the mention of Rickon. He knows that name. Rickon was near, Shaggy was moving that way again after a hunt. They must stay hidden though, he remembers. So he growls at her a small warning to not mention his Master.
we are the
m o n s t e r s
people tell their
children
about at night
Your muse walks in on mine laying in bed shirtless and has bruises, open wounds and gashes all over them and hasn't been heard from all day. How does yours react?
My muse is dead. Tell me how yours is dealing with it.
work time bye for now
*throws glitter on you*
“....What the fuck?”
Random Actions-Edition {Action Starters}
*punches you in the face*
*dips and kisses you*
*hands you an ice cream cone*
*pokes your cheek*
*turns off the lights*
*spills coffee on your lap*
*throws ball at you*
*hands you a bouquet of flowers*
*drops a sandwich in your lap*
*boops your nose*
*hands you a kitten*
*hits you over the head with a book*
*pats your head*
*runs right into you*
*hands you a puppy*
*pours a bucket of water on the floor*
*slams door in your face*
*hands you a gun*
*tosses video game controller at you*
*puts tiara on your head*
*splashes water on your face*
*throws glitter on you*
*hands you a hamster*
*pushes you into a lake*
*ties a bowtie in your hair*
*pushes you against the wall*
*offers you a doughnut*
*puts hand over your mouth*
*smacks you with a shoe*
*slaps you across the face*
Last Words
"What are you gonna do, kill me?"
"Keep them safe"
"I need you to move on after I'm gone."
"Kill me"
"Of course I trust you."
"Just end it"
"I'll come back"
"I just want you to know that I love you, okay?"
"Watch this"
"Give them hell"
"What does this do?"
"I don't feel good"
"I can't fight anymore. It hurts too much"
"I'm scared"
"Tell _____ that I love them"
"Get out of here! Now! While you still can!"
"I'll see you in hell"
"It wasn't your fault."
"You need to trust me."
"Why is it so dark?"
"No! This cannot be! I am invincible!"
"I'll buy you as much time as I can. Don't waste it."
"Live. Do that for me. Just get out alive."
"Don't cry"
"It's a flesh wound"
"It's perfectly safe"
"I don't regret anything."
bold which habits your muse has.
nail biting | throat clearing | lying | interrupting | chewing the ends of pens | smoking | swearing | knuckle cracking | thumb sucking | muttering under their breath | talking to themselves | nose picking | binge drinking | oversleeping | snacking between meals | skipping meals | picking at skin | impulse buying | talking with their mouth full | humming/singing to themselves | chewing gum | leg jiggling | foot tapping | hair twirling | whistling | eye rolling | licking lips | sniffing | squinting | rubbing hands together | jaw clenching | gesturing while talking | putting feet up on tables | tucking hair behind ears | chewing lips | crossing arms over chest | putting hands on hips | rubbing the back of their neck | being late | procrastinating | doodling | shredding paper | peeling off bottle labels | forgetfulness | running hands through hair | overreacting | teeth grinding | nostril flaring | slouching | pacing | drumming fingers | fist clenching | pinching bridge of nose | rubbing temples | rolling shoulders
