♛ H I A T U S

do not fall in love with me, for i am a {killer}. finger pointed in a permanent {pistol}, i will whisper {compassion} with the heavy {barrel} of my gun. Cara | Survivor | Mord'Sith sur·vive v. sur·vived v.intr. To remain alive or in existence. --------------------------------------------- [independent Cara Mason rp blog. read rules before interacting. tracking tag: mortiferumgratia]

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quietly places blog on indefinite hiatus because is really struggling with muse right now and don't want to lose it entirely.

[brideofwintxr-deactivated201404]

exhausted mun is exhausted but i have made a decision regarding my muses: I am going to be keeping to a schedule. basically im going to stick to one muse on each day. just to make sure im active on them all.

monday: Catelyn tuesday: Helga wednesday: Cara thursday: Melisandre friday: Catelyn + Helga saturday: Cara sunday: Melisandre

so tomorrow, you can find me over on Melisandre for the day.

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i'll be on this blog all day on saturday, churning out some drafts!

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To-Do List;

+all my drafts on Helga [3] +all my drafts on Cara [3] +work on pages for Helga [about, relationships, threads, masterpost] +work on pages for Cara [about, relationships, threads, masterpost] +revamp my Catelyn blog +maybe make a Melisandre blog.... maybe..... +ICONS lots and lots of icons + not get distracted by GoT season 3

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screams loudly

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so last night my dog got really really sick. so i ended up going to be at like 4am which sucked so bad because i had work at 7am but she's okay now. anyway, im v tired right now, and tpoday was my 5th day of work in a row, and i have one more day to go. BUT i can pick up my GoT season 3 dvd tomorrow so yay bright side. i got a little down on my drafts before i got caught up last night, so ill be working on them while watching AHS season 3. hit me up if you wanna thread and again, im sorry for being so slow.

[supernxvaa-archive]

                             the danger is                                  I’m dangerous                                 and I might just                       tear you [ a p a r t ]                            I wanna’ taste the way that you                                       b l e e d                                this is a bad town                                                  for such a p r e t t y face

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Too Free To Live {cara and robb}

[ofwolvesandkings]

 [ You’ll never be what is in your ᎻᎬᎪᏒᎢ 

                                                  You’re not as brave as you were at the ᏚᎢᎪᏒᎢ]

Cara Snow. So talented in the art of violence, but when it came to matters of family, of bonds and packs, she knew nothing. Robb, in his more boyish days, might of laughed at her, mocked her in a playful fashion. But this Robb, this King was tired — tired of it all. Nothing else mattered but his family. The war might have been lost, but the fight for his family was far from over.

"Yes." His voice was passive, reminiscent of more joyous times spent within the walls of Winterfell. "I have two younger brothers named Bran and Rickon. Bran is little more than fifteen and he is residing as Lord of Winterfell. Rickon is a child - alone and separated from his family.”

No matter the soothing presence of the rain, a elongated drone atop the makeshift shelter, Cara’s comment was one barb too many. Robb’s head whipped to latch his gaze upon her. This time, he was no longer quiet and passive. Wolf eyes sharpened with illuminated blue in the moonlight, his face snarling with tense lines above the nose. And his voice was well and truly raised.

"Winterfell is my home. Bran and Rickon are what remains of my family. Theon betrayed me, he claimed to serve my father, and he spat on his grave by invading Winterfell. What do you know of family?”

Teeth flared, chest pulsating with heavy breathing, Robb clenched fists hard. Inertly he knew he could not fight the Ironborn alone. Even with his wolf, he would be slaughtered.

— his voice lowered slightly, the logic finally settling in.

"I have to save them. Bran, Rickon, Sansa, Arya… they all look to me. I have to save them.”

[mortiferumgratia]

and i, will swallow my pride. you're the one that i love and i'm saying goodbye.

█ ❖—; He was just like that  wolf prowling outside when he was angered-- and Cara could see she was doing it quite well. Where most would normally cease in such actions out of fear of provoking further wrath, but not Cara. No, instead she leaned further forward, elbows now resting upon her knees as she did so.                                   "What do I know of family?           You think I don't have one out there, wondering where their l i t t l e  g i r l went?                                 You know nothing about me, Stark.                                               You know nothing of what I have come from,                   what I have overcome to be where I am today." But his comment had given her pause for thought- how long had it been since she had last seen, or heard from, her family? Her brother-in-law had almost gotten her killed, her parents were dead, her sister didn't know her anymore. And her nieces... They were terrified of her. Cara refused to let any of this be known, refused to let any emotion cross her sharp featured face; instead, she stared at him with steely determination.  She was curious about this Greyjoy fellow, curious about what Robb intended to do in order to reclaim his home. Perhaps, well, maybe she had found a new purpose to serve. A soft hum slipped from her lips as her head cocked just slightly to the side, blonde locks falling over her shoulder as she did so.                              "Just y o u?                                                The b i g  b a d wolf?                                                                                Against so many?                                You'll be killed if you go it alone.                     Perhaps I could be of some assistance- I'm skilled enough to get you to                                                     where you need to go.                            Unless, of course, you don't think you need the help." Oh, she expected him to turn her down. Expected to hear him say that he did not need her. But she knew he did. And she also knew, deep down, she needed something to anchor her down- a purpose. After all, it was obvious she had tossed aside her contract with the Lannisters; she would have killed him by now were it the other way around.

[timestealing-deactivated2013092]

I нαve  ŁØらŤ тнιɴɢѕ 

            ʏᴏᴜ ωɪʟʟ

                     ＮＥＶＥＲ 

                          ｕｎｄｅｒｓｔａｎｄ．

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home!!! judging went well, i got 74.5, might have qualified for semis c:

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They come, they go, I stay.

i finally made my other thing. okay this woman is my bby and i will defend her to my last breath donT TOUCH ME

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right. right okay. everyone who follows me should know by now that i have no time for anon hate. i find it pathetic, cowardly, and i do not take it lightly. now, someone on here that i have become very fond of has been receiving hate. let me tell you, i practically ran back from my other blog to post this because enough is enough. stop being twats, stop being assholes just stop. how fucking dare you think it's okay to send hate to someone? what the actual hell is wrong with you? if i could, i swear to rahl i would reach though this screen and bitch slap the ever loving fuck out of you because you need a wake up call.  how much must you dislike yourself to have this need to tear down someone you don't even fucking know? to make them feel worthless, hated? you, sir, are a fuckwit and i wish nothing but bad things upon you. stay the fuck out of my way, because if i find out who you are, i will make you regret ever clicking that send button.

[dominummordacitas]

                                                                    Mom                                                                    I’m just                                                        {Missing}                                                                   You now

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Too Free To Live {cara and robb}

[ofwolvesandkings]

      [ You’ll never be what is in your ᎻᎬᎪᏒᎢ 

                                                  You’re not as brave as you were at the ᏚᎢᎪᏒᎢ ]

Inevitably Robb’s eyes followed those strange weapons of hers, little more than just blunt instruments, as she placed them on the ground. Robb had heard nothing of the Mord’Sith, he wasn’t even aware Cara was one. To the King in the North, those staves she carried were like the sparring tools Robb used when training as a boy in Winterfell. If only he knew - knew what agony they caused.

Comfort was a fleeting thing and whilst, in the current moment, Robb would not have defined his feelings as such, there was at least a level of diplomacy between them. Neither reached for their weapons, their voices were low, drowned almost entirely by the hammering, deafening cry of the rain and thunder above.

He did not trust her, however.

"I don’t know." Head turned slow, angling away from her as he stared, like a boy, into his figditing hand. Truthfully, he never knew what a King should do when he was ruling. Every decision he made, he had thought of Ned — what would his father have done?

            ”— I must return home. Winterfell has belonged to my family for generations; I will not be the one history remembers as losing it. And my brothers…”

Robb had intended to continue talking, his head turning back ever so slowly to meet Cara’s gaze, but he had not seen the position she had taken. His voice ceased, breathing stopped as he caught a full glimpse of her in the moonlight. The way her body outstretched, lithe figure honed to perfection, supple bosom and pristine skin.

Was she… taunting him?

            ”— my younger brothers, Bran and Rickon. Theon would not dare harm them. He knows what vengeance I would bring upon him if he did.”

[mortiferumgratia]

& so they say baby for everything a reason. And so they say baby you will be bought back to me.

█ ❖—; She fell silent for a moment, listening carefully, as though everything he said was of great interest to her. Really, it wasn't, but Cara felt as though any information she might glean about the world she had stepped into... Well, it was all worth it in the long run. She had no idea who this 'Theon' was, but when Robb spoke of his siblings, the Mord'Sith found herself thinking of Grace, the sister she had left behind in D'Hara. A slow breath escaped her lips, ruffling strands of blonde hair that had come to rest against alabaster cheeks, drying out from the rain that she was glad to be out of. Having been about to speak, the woman noticed the look cast in her direction; though it was one she was used to, it felt... strange to be receiving it from him. Re-adjusting her position; arms crossing over her chest, legs pulling back up to her chest. Cara let her head fall just slightly to the side when she finally spoke.                  "You have brothers?" She didn't know why it mattered to her at all... but something nudged at the back of her mind, telling her that he needed her help. Not just that, she needed to help him. These thoughts were unwelcome, yet there they were, and it didn't look like they were going anywhere anytime soon. She was distracted-- yet it was a d e l i c i o u s distraction. Causing her to be unable to voice all the things inside her head. Frustration sounded, and the Mord'Sith leaned forward just slightly to get a better look in the dying light-- though he had been inside for quite some time, his exposed skin still shone from the rain, beads glimmering in his hair- no, stop it Cara, focus!                                       "Tell me,                            what do you plan to do once you go back to this                                                                                         Winterfell?             From what I have heard, it is overrun with what they call 'Ironborn'.                                                    Do you plan to take them all on alone,                                             Robb Stark?"

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                                         stuff i have to do before bed: +Dennas starter +Rickons starter +Robbs reply x2 +Jaimes starter +Sansa’ reply +Make 2 gif sets [will do tomorrow instead] +Moira icons [will do tomorrow instead] +FINISH ALL MY ONLINE BARISTA MODULES BECAUSE THE JUDGING IS TOMORROW  FUCK YEAH I FINISHED IT ALL

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for everything a reason {denna and cara}-

My house is haunted by rotten desire and on my skin left the scent of indignation

█ ❖—; Watching the other Mord'Sith with something close to irritation blossoming on her features, Cara exhaled slowly, sharply through her nose before dropping the pile of woof that had been in her arms upon the ground with a loud -{ B A N G }-, drawing the attention of the others in the camp. But Cara didn't care; having Denna here put her on edge, made her slightly uneasy, not that she was ever going to admit that to anybody. But the feeling was still there, lingering in the back of her mind. She didn't trust Denna, at all. It didn't matter to her that Richard thought it was a good idea to let her tag along-- daggers were sent in the womans direction until night began to fall. Sleep with one eye open, Denna. Least you not wake up in the morning. It took her only minutes to decide that she was going to make sure she wasn't the one to end up with a knife in the back-- silent footsteps carried her to where Denna rested, as alert as the other. Cara knew she had two choices here; one, go big or go home in attacking Denna. Or the other option, which wouldn't see her outed from the group, simply make it clear to the woman, using words, that if anything happened to Richard, or even Kahlan and Zed, then there was no question that the other blonde would find herself missing some limbs. Important ones. Going to her knees before the Mord'Sith, Cara wasted no time in wrapping a hand around her neck, wrenching her closer. Silence fell, Cara felt no need to say anything yet, but she was sure her actions spoke volumes for her. But the time passed, and eventually Cara got up in Dennas face, voice a low hiss.                                  "I don't know what you think you're going to gain from acting as                           though Richards well-being is your priority,                                                     but if I catch so much as a whiff that you plan on                                       betraying him, I will e n d you.                                                                 Are we understood?" Hand falling from Dennas neck, Cara rocked back onto her heels, letting what she had said sink in before standing up, looking down at the other Mord'Sith with annoyance writ upon sharp features.                                                    -{ I want you gone. }- The words went without needing to be said, coming across easily on Caras face as she continued to watch the other woman, waiting for her reaction to what had just transpired.

[witnessprotectionwithwings-blog]

you call me a                 мoɴѕтer

        「 ＳＡＹ  ＩＴ  ＡＧＡＩＮ 」

                      and I’ll show you                                      jυѕт нow             M̛̭̳̟͇͓ͫ͑Ọ͈̭͚̘͉̒ͬ̑͊̋̅̾N̸̙̙̰̲̠͖͛͒ͣͣ͂̾̎ͅS̫̿͗̄̏͊͝T̥̫̮̖͇̝͐̔̃̊̆̓R̡͖̰̠̤̉̓̾̏̊̀̚Ǫ͉̬̔ͧ̌U̙̞͌͊͗S̨̾ͨ̚                                       ι cαɴ вe

[mistressxdenna]

CarA PLS

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deNNA U PLS