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@littlcmoon-blog
USE THE LETTERS OF YOUR MUSE’S FIRST NAME TO DESCRIBE THEIR PERSONALITY !! // TAG SOME PEOPLE WHEN YOU’RE DONE —— REPOST, DON’T REBLOG.
S — survivalist Y — youthful L — lucid V — vocal I — idealistic
TAGGED BY: @fiercefourthborn
I’m so bad at staying active on my blogs : (
“Don’t you realize that being nice just makes you get hurt?” AYYYYY
UNDERTALE starters || ACCEPTING
she wasn’t wrong. to be nice was to expose yourself — to open yourself up to be wounded. to be nice was to prepare to fall … & yet,there was something stubborn within her that would not cast aside the kindness in her heart. maybe it was a childish thing to think, but without affection … without affection, she was no better than the monsters who tried to tear apart her family. kindness was one of the few things they couldn’t take from her.
“ — yes. i do. “ words are firm — strong, “ i can take it. “
“You think?”
Unlikely. This girl was a princess in comparison to Sylvi - she had no concept of harsh or unforgiving, but she pretended to. Maybe she had lost a parent or a sibling, but had she spent months alone in the frozen wastes beyond the Wall? Definitely not.
“You can’t afford to get hurt.” She advised. Her words came as a recommendation, but had an underlying bitter tone to them. “You’re not hardened. You’re soft.”
“I don’t know ‘xactly what’s been going on around here,” she admitted, “but you only got to deal with men. Men can hold ‘emselves back. I’ve run into animals that don’t, and I’ll tell you first-hand that it hurts worse than anything some man could do.”
She paused her lecture for a moment, then turned around to glare at the girl.
“Just... stop being stupid, all right? Stop tryin’ to annoy people. You might be a kneeler, but I don’t want to see you dead. Or worse.”
ASOIAF TAG MEME (REPOST DO NOT REBLOG)
Tagged by: @morethanjustwords Tagging:
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Favorite major house: Stark/Baratheon Favorite minor house: Forrester (obviously!!) Least favorite major house: Frey Least favorite minor house: Three theories you believe in && enjoy?: Tormund + Maege = Lyanna, I don’t really subscribe to many theories. Three theories you believe in, yet hate?: Favorite book: A Storm of Swords Pt2 Favorite prequel book: Three favorite female characters: Lyanna Mormont, Arya Stark. Three favorite male characters: Jon Snow, Jaime Lannister, Davos Seaworth. Three most underrated female characters: Three most underrated male characters: WILLAS TYRELL Three favorite ships: Three least favorite ships: Three overrated favorite ships:
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House Greyjoy or House Tyrell House Targaryen or House Martell House Lannister or House Baratheon House Bolton or House Stark Queen Daenerys or King Stannis King Tommen or King Aegon Sand Snakes or Tyrell cousins Jon or Tyrion Asha or Daenerys Margaery or Elia Robb or Theon Arianne or Val Rhaegar or Viserys Westeros or Essos Naath or Summer Islands Rhoynar or Valyrian Ghiscari or Dothraki Free Cities or Far East Poison or Violence Dragons or Direwolves Sorcery or Religion The Night’s Watch or The Kingsguard or The Citadel Winterfell or Highgarden Pyke or Casterly Rock Sunspear or King’s Landing Dragonstone or The Watergardens
“A girl of eight, with modest desires and hair like autumn leaves”
Indie ASOIAF / GOT / TTGOT OC
Multi Verse
OC Friendly
——( @littlcmoon cont. )
teases and taunts are granted between siblings like a wish never spoken, yet called for. a silent desire even you weren’t aware of until you were cold and alone. cotter’s smile is plastered upon his face like a painting you were eager to display. ‘twas sloppy, but true. he was joyous.
he was joyous despite his words, shot down like a soldier crossing enemy lines. he was joyous despite the cold nipping at his thin face. he was joyous, and he laughed. and he spoke once more.
“ obviously you need my strength, sylvi. ”
a flex follows the indirect jest, his face littered with false confidence.
“ admit it. who’s the strongest of the freefolk? ”
Though she’d claimed to need his strength but a minute ago, she decided to tease him further - as was her way.
“Probably one of the giants hanging around Mance, I’d wager,” she chuckled. “If one of them had a sword it’d be taller than both of us combined.”
But credit where credit was due, she did need him. To survive, but also to stay sane. She had no one else - her half-brother was all that belonged to her in this world, and she was all that belonged to him.
“You’re stronger than me, though,” she admitted, lightly tapping his shoulder with a fist. “Wouldn’t be able to do it without you, Cotter.”
She smiled, then linked her fingers slightly. Hunching over, she looked down at her feet, then felt a smirk creep onto her lips as she avoided looking at her brother.
“I ever tell you how glad I am I wasn’t an only child?"
She stammered.
“N-nevermind, it’s dumb.”
I’m going to read all of @sxmethingtoprxve & @fiercefourthborn‘s threads as if it’s Gryff just in two minds like Gollum
Though if they need a name for the twin my suggestion is Raff
@fiercexfourthborn I have a metric crap-ton of Ep6 screenshots so I can get some of Gryff if you want? (Also I can make icons ‘cause I’ve got nothing else to do haha)
All with eyepatch, jsyk.
this blog is so fucking awesome omfg, what a beautiful smol child she is and the mun is so lovely <3
Oh, you!
I’m glad you like the blog, though! I’ve only just got started with it : )
@defenderofthegrove wanted a starter!
“You always been like this?”
She eyed him curiously. How he’d made it this far north was remarkable in itself, but what intrigued her more was his reasoning for even doing so. The North Grove was part of it, definitely, but it was something to do with his home. His “House”.
The “Forresters”.
They sounded like a tribe to Sylvi, a clan perhaps - maybe that was just what the kneelers called their clans.
Said House had told him the crow come all this way, and he had just... done it without question. That was what got her.
“S’not every day you meet someone who’s done everything they’ve been told.” she remarked. “Up here it’s better to be selfish. Keeps you alive.”
Freak. Monster. Freak. Monster. MONSTER.
Green eyes stared, as empty and hollow as the warriors under her power. For once her mind did not race with thought, instead focusing on a single memory. One she stored in the deepest, quietest parts of herself. Gregor Forrester — her father — with a gentle smile on his face, a hand pressed against the top of her head, and a sad, apologetic look reflected in his eyes.
I’ll be back for you, sweetling. I promise.
It was the last time she’d seen him. Just a girl of three. A girl who loved her father so completely, she could not tell when he lied to her.
“I did what I had to do.” Voice, once determined, now rang false — a small, broken thing. The wildling girl did not need her spear to HURT. Her sharp words dug deeper than any sword. “To survive. To keep my brother safe. To keep this place protected.”
It was the only thing she had to live for. If not for the grove there’d be nothing else left. No purpose. No reason. That’s what she truly feared.
“I don’t care what you think of me.” An iciness coated her tongue, turned her eyes hard and cold. “You only lash out from grief, and I cannot fault you for it. But trust me when I say this: you have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Elsera turned, fists clenched so hard her nails bit into the skin. She would NEVER use her brother like that. NEVER. Would never bring harm to the people her father held dear — the ones he loved. Perhaps she was left behind. Abandoned in the snow. But she still lived, and she’d continue until there was no other reason to.
“I’m sorry for your brother.” Watching his body burn, she thought of Josera. The brother who raised her. Who scolded her. Who comforted her when the nights became too dark and too frightening. “What he’s done for all of us… you should be proud of him.”
Sylvi scuffed the snow littering the ground with the sole of her fur boot, the mask of rage that covered her face faltering and collapsing into a frown.
“I can’t be proud,” she admitted. “I can’t be proud if it was done when he didn’t agree to it, and I can’t be proud when Gared tore open his bloody chest when he promised me he’d put my brother to sleep peacefully.”
It was just... bullshit. Cotter had been taken away from her for months, only to return and then promptly get himself killed. There was no one else she could trust - any friends she’d had died a long time ago. Her father was dead, her mother was long gone. Cotter had been all she had left, and now she was nothing. If she was going to lose him, the Gods could have at least let it happen on her terms, but they couldn’t even grant that small mercy.
“What’s so important about this shit hole?” she growled. “Why does it need saving so badly that you couldn’t give Cotter what he wanted? That you had to rip his heart out to save your creatures?”
Starter Call :D
(seriously hoping someone sends the “You’re really pale…” starter)
(that’s a can of worms)
Not-doing-too-good sentence starters
“Whoa, are you okay?”
“You took that hit pretty hard…”
“Don’t stand up yet.”
“That definitely looks broken…”
“Walk it off.”
“How are you feeling?”
“When was the last time you slept?”
“You look like shit.”
“Have you been eating enough?”
“Here, let me help you.”
“Why are you limping?”
“You’re really pale…”
“Did you just go throw up?”
“Why aren’t you eating?”
“______? You’re bleeding…really bad.”
“That looks infected.”
“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?!”
“I told you you’d get sick.”
“How many fingers am I holding up?”
“Wake up–you were hyperventilating, are you okay?”
“It was just a dream, you’re alright.”
“Look at me–you’re safe.”
“Take a deep breath.”
“Are you bleeding?!”
“How’d you get a bruise like that?”
“What happened?”
“Let me help you!”
“Can you hear me?”
“You hit your head pretty hard.”
“Don’t move.”
“I know it hurts, I’m sorry.”
“Breathe.”
i’m weak for small families
A VERY DESCRIPTIVE & DETAILED PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE.
REPOST WITH THE INFORMATION OF YOUR MUSE, INCLUDING HEADCANONS, ETC. WHEN YOU’RE DONE, TAG 15 OTHER PEOPLE TO DO THE SAME !
TAGGED BY : @morethanjustwords
NAME : Sylvi AGE : 13 SPECIES : Human GENDER : Female ORIENTATION : N/A PROFESSION : N/A
—————————————————————————- { PHYSICAL ASPECTS } BODY TYPE : Short, Average HAIR : White-Silver, wispy and/or braided EYES : Light Blue SKIN : Extremely Pale HEIGHT : 5′1″ WEIGHT: 43kg
—————————————————————————- { FAMILY } FAMILY : Kauldr (father), Unknown (mother) SIBLINGS : Cotter (brother) ANY PETS? : None (regular verses), Hare (s2au verse) —————————————————————————- { SKILLS } PHYSICAL PROWESS : 5.5 / 10 SPEED : 9 / 10 MENTAL PROWESS : 8 / 10 —————————————————————————- { LIKES } COLORS : Green, Red, Yellow (rare beyond the Wall). SMELLS : Cooked meat. FOOD : Any kind of meat in generous portions. DRINKS : A health concoction everyone else thinks is horrid. ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES? : YES [ ] || RARELY [ ] || NO [X] FAVORITES : Drawing, carving, spear practise.
—————————————————————————- { OTHER DETAILS } SMOKES ? : YES [ ] || NO [X] || OCCASIONALLY [ ] DRUGS ? : YES [ ] || NO [X] || OCCASIONALLY [ ] DRIVER LICENSE ? : YES [ ] || NO [X] EVER BEEN ARRESTED ? NO [ ] || YES [ X ] (if by the North Grove crew counts) || ALMOST/DETAINED [ ] —————————————————————————- DONE !
Lips curled into a bitter frown, an angry flush coloring her cheeks. She’d approached with the intent of condolences, but had not said the right thing — again. Josera often made jokes about the awkward, stilted way she spoke, but at least she wanted to get along with others. Being compared to this one’s kind, however, only agitated her. And referring to Lord Gregor as STUPID was just an outright lie — proof of her youth and ignorance.
“His death was for a higher cause.” He would’ve died either way so why waste a perfectly able body? “Do you have any idea what’s out there? What means to do us harm?”
The wildling was a child, but a child who could fight. A child who could help if she saw reason. If she behaved.
Her voice tightened as she continued. “And my father did not abandon me. He knew of my potential and what I was destined for. He left me here for a reason. One I doubt you’d ever understand.”
“I know what’s out there.” the girl stated. “Probably more than you do, an’ all. Prob’ly never been attacked by a shadowcat. Doubt you’ve ever seen your friends die and turn to wights - doubt you’ve ever even had friends in the first place.”
She sneered - a defense mechanism; one she’d used on Gared weeks prior. If she had fur, her hackles would be raised right about now. Turning to face the stranger, she looked her dead in the eye.
“Should’ve thought about putting up some walls around your precious North Grove.” she joked, a single dry chuckle escaping your lips. “Maybe then you wouldn’t ‘ave to worry about wights. Or maybe you should’ve got your things to do it for you.”
She still didn’t have a grasp on what to call Elsera’s slaves. The looked like free folk, but they acted as one. They weren’t alive, whatever they were, and they definitely weren’t natural.
“You know what your father leaving you here says to me?” she asked. “Says he didn’t want you, and I can hardly blame him. Children the Free Folk don’t want... they get left out in the cold to die. That’s what Lord Forrester did to you, but you lived because you’re a freak who uses people for your own needs. How long will it take for you to use Gared? Or your brother? Or the Forresters if we ever get down there?”
She turned away again, and let the words turn to acid in her mouth before finishing her tirade.
“You’re only in it for yourself. You’re scared of dying - I’d say that’d only make you human, but the things you do to avoid death make you a monster.”
