κʀᴀκєɴѕ ʀɪѕє ғʀɵм тʜє ѕєᴀ

"You may dress an ironborn in silks & velvets, teach him to read & write & give him books, instruct him in chivalry & courtesy & the mysteries of the Faith...but when you look into his eyes, the sea will still be there, cold & grey & cruel."

[memesfortehsoul-blog]

random injury/injured scenario memes !

send a symbol to find my muse (or alternatively send a symbol + ‘reverse’ for my muse to find your muse —– )

🌌 - suffering from blunt force trauma ( a hard punch to the face, hit with a bat, etc ) 🔪 - suffering from a stab wound 🔑- sitting on the ground, wheezing & coughing 💔 - crying & taking their rage/sorrow/etc out on a wall with their fist ✴️ - trying to tend to bad burns somewhere on their body 📢 - having just been in a fight & is now dizzy, ears ringing ⬇️ - throwing up from a sickness or injury they have ⛓ - chained to a wall/floor/ceiling & beaten bloody

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✗ i am alive, i swear.  i’ve just been particularly busy lately.  that will probably continue for a few more weeks, after which i will try to really get asha sorted out, write up some verses for her, etc.  until then, please don’t hesitate to contact me even if it’s just a ‘wanna plot?’ IM.  the answer will most likely be yes.

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I was trying to draw a completely different character and oops Asha Greyjoy happened not that i’m complaining 

[bullshituberallesarchived-blog]

He had an opinion of himself, I think, that was too high for his own good. Or maybe it was the reverse. Maybe it was a low opinion that he kept trying to erase.

Tim O'Brien, The Things They Carried (via bullshituberalles)

[dope-fashion-style-deactivated2]

Underestimate me so I can embarrass you.

(via dope-fashion-style)

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REBLOG IF YOU WANT ANONS

[sp0il-ed]

Every time I do this I get weird af anons n I love it 🐝🐝🐝

[iron-and-brine]

Her uncle frowned.  “You do like to provoke me.”

        “Oh, don’t look so aggrieved.  I have never met a man I didn’t provoke, you should know that well enough by now.”

 - A Feast For Crows, George RR Martin

[iron-and-brine]

my pride is like an ember in my chest that sets my blood to burning so you’ll forgive me if a tongue is in the cheek I’m turning.  hurts me just to think of one more curtsy for the king. these knees don’t bend easy, please receive me on my feet.

a veteran never forgets no matter what she forgives.

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       ѡɪтʜ тʜє ғʟᴀɢ ѡᴀѵɪɴɢ ғʀєє          ғʀѳм тʜє ʙѳѡ ѳғ үѳυʀ ѕʜɪᴘ          & тʜє ѕυɴ ѳɴ үѳυʀ ғᴀсє            & ʀєᴅ ѡɪɴє ѳɴ үѳυʀ ʟɪᴘѕ

                         ♒

[sweetdisarray]

We do not look around. We do not look inside. We do not sleep. Our god is not a smiling god, and we are ready for this war.

Tamika Flynn (via bonnietohisclyde)

[iron-and-brine]

 At the return of her greeting, some of the tension in Asha’s spine dissipates - though not all of it.  Given the events of recent years, there is a constant unconscious guard the captain wears like a second skin, there even when asleep, the weight of it scarcely noticeable by now.

  M'lady.  A peasant’s pronunciation, but that’s not a peasant’s garb or mount.  Asha wears no sigil of her house, came ashore in light armor and salt-bleached wool: nothing fancy enough to give away her position.  Mayhaps her own pronunciation gives away that she’s high-born, as well.  Giving a slight bow, barely more than a nod of the head, she keeps her tone light and amiable.  "I hope I do not trespass?  It has been some time since I visited the north.“  Some time since she retreated from the north, and boundaries are like to have shifted in the intervening span.

[ycungwolf-archived-blog1]

gray stormy hues watch the woman closely, she had noticed that there was no sigil that was on the woman’s clothing as most of the warriors or anyone would wear, she had taken to not always wearing the direwolf on her clothing as well something that she did not have today on anything that she was riding with, it was easier to just go and not have many people know that she was a stark and one of the last living ones for that matter. 

she never was one of titles or how someone was to say words hell her own husband still called her sister m’lady when they spoke to one another even after sansa had told him to just call her sister or Sansa if he must but that was a thought for another time, she bowed her head a little and smiled slightly “ no you do not trespass m’lady for the north is starting to go back to how it once was, with the boltons out of the north and a wolves back once again” she smirked wolfishly as she watched the woman once again before crossing to her mount running her gloved hand threw the horses fur slightly. 

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  This dance, the polite measured advances of the conversation, amuses Asha secretly.  Civilization is reliant on the suppression of all human instinct: she had read something to that effect, somewhere, sometime.  Nuncle Rodrik would correct the paraphrasing and name the author in a moment.  And how true it is, even here in the wild.

  "I am grateful to know it.  My shoulders would be most bereft an I lost my head."  The Greyjoy offers a smile of her own, a quick sharp flash that lights her face.  The mention of Bolton replaces it with a tightness, the edges of her mouth going parchment thin, yet she does not remark on that deplorable House.  "I will not be remaining long; my ship is headed to the Wall for trade, but she was becalmed for near a fortnight and our provisions ran short. I was hoping to take down a stag while the crew fills the water casks.  Would you know if I'd have luck finding such nearby?"  Trade - it’s not wrong, as far as it goes; she needn’t mention that the trading voyage began with flight from her own home.

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       Arya had taken to the woods for the day as she needed to get away from winterfell for a little while, sure many of the people that she was close to told her that she needed guards with her being the new warden of the north, she would be a target, many people would want to take the she wolf down now but she had shrugged them all off and went by herself, with just her wolf by her side and her bow as well. 

she had been riding for what seemed like a while just enjoying herself hunting slightly when she seen something..she was not sure if it was game or not, but it still caused her to dismount from her horse for she knew that it was the best not to aim from the horse. her smoldering stormy gray hues danced around slightly as she pulled an arrow from the quiver that she had slung over her left shoulder a gift from her now husband. 

nocking her bow she took a breath in slowly before hearing the words causing her to put the bow down once again as she raised her gray hues to meet the woman that was standing there, she cocked her head a little and smiled slightly. 

                               “ well met m’lady” 

[iron-and-brine]

 At the return of her greeting, some of the tension in Asha's spine dissipates - though not all of it.  Given the events of recent years, there is a constant unconscious guard the captain wears like a second skin, there even when asleep, the weight of it scarcely noticeable by now.

  M'lady.  A peasant's pronunciation, but that's not a peasant's garb or mount.  Asha wears no sigil of her house, came ashore in light armor and salt-bleached wool: nothing fancy enough to give away her position.  Mayhaps her own pronunciation gives away that she's high-born, as well.  Giving a slight bow, barely more than a nod of the head, she keeps her tone light and amiable.  "I hope I do not trespass?  It has been some time since I visited the north."  Some time since she retreated from the north, and boundaries are like to have shifted in the intervening span.

[theenvyofeden]

Terry Pratchett Starter Sentences [1/?]

“Did I do anything last night that suggested I was sane?” “Okay, lads, this is what we’ll do. As soon as we see somethin’, we’ll attack it. Right?” “Look, that’s why there’s rules, understand? So that you think before you break ‘em.” “Go on, prove me wrong. Destroy the fabric of the universe. See if I care.” “I can see we’re going to get along like a house on fire. There may be no survivors.”

“Build a man a fire, and he’ll be warm for a day. Set a man on fire, and he’ll be warm for the rest of his life.” “I commend my soul to any god that can find it.” “Heaven has no taste.  And not one single sushi restaurant.” “Lots of people would be as cowardly as me if they were brave enough.” “Why are we talking about this good and evil? They’re just names for sides. We know that.”

“You don’t have to test everything to destruction just to see if you made it right.” “There isn’t a way things should be. There’s just what happens, and what we do.” “The worst thing you can do is nothing.” “Even if it’s not your fault, it’s your responsibility.” “Perhaps it would be simpler if you just did what you’re told and didn’t try to understand things.”

“The enemy isn’t men, or women, it’s bloody stupid people and no one has the right to be stupid.” “Just because someone’s a member of an ethnic minority doesn’t mean they’re not a nasty small-minded little jerk.” “You’re not allowed to call them dinosaurs any more. It’s speciesist. You have to call them pre-petroleum persons.” “That’s sexism, that is. Going around giving people girly presents just because they’re a girl.” “Don’t put your trust in revolutions. They always come around again. That’s why they’re called revolutions.”

[earfull-blog]

i’m so used to playing SOLDIER types that —– it’s so weird coming to a guy that just WATCHES. hell, i’m not even 100% certain he carries a knife.

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[ i bet he carries a knife, just to pry the seals off scrolls without leaving evidence behind.  i feel you though; asha’s the first female i’ve played in almost a decade.]

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🐺 starter for @ycungwolf​

The North: not the wisest place to dock an ironship in these times.  The crew was already on half-rations and surlier by the day.  They needed fresh water, and Asha required some solitude.  The captain had taken her throwing daggers and bow (though she's never been the archer her little brother is) to try for some fresh meat.  Something that didn't live in salt water would please the palate.  Two crewmen accompanied her into the wood and stayed in earshot if not in eyesight.

Spotting movement ahead, Asha raises her bow in preparation then, thankfully, hesitates.  The movement is wrong for an animal and in a moment a young woman plainly but warmly garbed steps into view.  Lowering the bow yet keeping the arrow nocked, the ironborn calls low and cautious (lest she be mistaken for a doe and shot, herself).  "Well met."

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🐙  starter for @iarainn·

  “What a very striking doublet, little brother; wherever did you find it?  Stay - I believe I recognize the material. Did you tear apart some of Mother’s old things and stitch it yourself?  Mayhaps you joined in embroidery lessons with the little wolfettes and their septa?”

               “I did no such thing. Why do you care about my choice in garb, anyway? It makes no matter if I did not cut a man’s throat for it. I have hunted with a king, fought in battles alongside another, won honor in melees. I came this close to crossing blades with the Kingslayer. A bit of silk or satin does not make me any less a man.”

[iron-and-brine]

  "Aye, and you fucked two hundred wenches, only paying for the charms of half of them, and rescued another score with nothing but your wits and a single arrow, most like." 

  Asha can't forbear a roll of the eyes, though a smile remains hovering round the edges of her mouth.  "Tell me, brother, was your ability to recognize a jest the price you paid for all these honors, or did you learn to mimic that dour stoicism of the Starks all on your own?"

[iron-and-brine]

my pride is like an ember in my chest that sets my blood to burning so you'll forgive me if a tongue is in the cheek I'm turning.  hurts me just to think of one more curtsy for the king. these knees don't bend easy, please receive me on my feet.

a veteran never forgets no matter what she forgives.

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