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I have a new blog, as most of you know. Free, of course, from the mistakes I made that tarnished this blog.

For my own personal reasons, I will not be advertising it here. I've already added the people I wanted to stay in touch with.

This was, despite my mistakes, a great chapter of my writing life and I'm not willing to delete it.

anyone having problems with fan mail? xkit isn't registering them as sent - when they said they are?

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ʟ ɪ ɢ ʜ ᴛ ɴ ɪ ɴ ɢ

—i wouldn’t bet against me. Independent Lightning of the FFXIII series. Serious role play blog (with the exception of extended humor via partners). 8+ years of role playing experience (Has been role playing as Lightning during the time of such; going on 2 years here on tumblr). Open to any and all fandoms/OC friendly ( only picky on occasion). Limited ships (up for discussion). Open to plotting/spontaneous starters. Willing to hand out skype after being asked. Very active (more so currently). I am able to forge one liners all the way up to novellas. All are welcome for interaction. Home Inbox Submit

#{ tay gives talent a whole new meaning }#{ i guarantee that you will fall in love with lightning even if you didn't know her before #simply because of tay's writing and envisioning of her }

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actual robb stark boyfriend application - "you're a young queen, i'm a young king ... let's get together sometime and be royalty together." /johnny bravo voice

tbh aurora is totally down for that

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#obligatory sweaty post sex robb gif

You are an inspiration. <3

As much as I struggle to believe that, I really needed to hear this. It's amazing how such a simple message can do so much for one person.

I've just lost sight of myself, who I am, and why I love doing what I do. In the past week, I've had two dreams with Robb in them. I'm over on my Batman account, and I still feel like there is a hole. And I think my problem is I'm trying to fill that hole with something else, like Robb or Batman, rather than just filling it with ... me.

It's amazing, isn't it? That we, as writers, connect to our characters, but for some of us - we are our own worst enemy.

#Anonymous

art by buka4a4a

#eulogy;;

a soldier at fourteen

a king at fifteen

a dead man at sixteen

#musing;;

wasrobbstark

the king who died twice.

#{ so young }#{ so brave }#{ he wore the crown of honour }#{ he was a decent man in an indecent time }#{ and he paid the ultimate price for it }#{ he was a wolf who had drank from pure water all his life }#{ and he found himself wading in marshes of toxicity and poison }

Why do you linger in my subconscious, Robb? Why is it that when I am exposed to symphonies about those born from tragedy and defined by honour and love, I picture you? Why is it when I dream, a time most precious to me, when my mind runs wild, you are the subject.

You're a part of me, as Grey Wind is a part of you. I just wish I didn't have to let my pettiness and imperfections get in the way of writing your legacy. I wish I didn't let my anger and irritation hinder me from being a part of a fandom that is full of imperfect people, just like me.

Most of all, I wish my personal mistakes weren't a blot on the eulogy I write for you when I connect with your muse.

#{ personal }#{ i'm going through the blog and just tidying it up as an archive and I }#{ my spirit just leaps out at every gif set }#{ every ship }#{ every word }

gently touches

asdfghjkl i watched the moth diaries the other night with sarah bolger and it made me think of youuuu

#evigilare

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h o w l from your throne

#eulogy;;#{ tay is amazing pass it on }

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Nay—what was the point in allowing one time to think when that was all they did anymore? Or rather, it was all he did anymore. Torturing himself with thoughts that rummaged to and fro of failure and war. Better to strip him from the source and foundation of what was binding him to the chains of despair and rotting self-loathing. There is no safe haven midst the perpetual grasp of hellish onslaught on a wide scale. You do or die, but she will ne’er question his desire of withholding his morals. A fool she would be to ever strip from him one of the only things that he has left to his name. Something so abnormal during such days yet he retains it in honor of his father. A man she no doubt would have met given alternative circumstances.

But Robb Stark is an honorable man regardless.

There is a respect akin to a thousand suns—— no, ‘tis greater. There is admiration, there is respect, there is an aching sense of gravitation toward he who is young, yet he who is king in the north.

Even now as she turns oceanus oculi to him once more, his own steed being breached and mounted. Heels were quick to flick and drive into flanks of the ivory beast beneath her. It offers a short rear and neigh before jolting onward. A trot that turns into a canter, a canter that turns into a gallop.

A blanket of stars watches over them on this night, the goddess above—the moon—peering upon children, her wolves so proud and loyal. The way that they rode on peaceful and beautiful beasts that had adjusted to their ways, to their lifestyle. And the dire that weaved between them with each passing moment.

Filaments of roseate flicked to and fro with the resistance of air that splashed across alabaster countenance. The moon kissed upon her face, sweetly so. The Savior. But there is an abruptness in a halt, eyes lifting to that goddess in the sky surrounded by children already passed (the stars). No words be needed in a moment so beautiful as this.

There is a lesson in this moment, one that is nigh constantly o’er looked.

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--- Aye, she knows him better that he knows himself. Rightfully so, does he liken Lightning to his father. A common theme in the time he spends with her. There is no greater song to be sung, than the one that plays in his soul during the hours they spend together. It is a song that challenges him, a nocturnal serenade that calls upon him to be greater than he is.

Howling, howling, howling.

--- Robb Stark. King in the North. The Young Wolf. So many names, so many titles. What was he at heart? The King who lost the North? Was he to be defined by the eradication of his House and those he cared deeply for? His hand grips the rein of his ghostly horse. Fists clenching tighter and tighter. He is beset by the agony of his failures, of his sufferings. No, no more. Rage, the rage is welcome. Not of despair, but of righteous wrath.

Grey Wind growls as he runs. The beast siphons Robb's emotion. They share the same soul. The beast glances overhead, catching eyes with the King - they understand. He understands. Lightning understands. --- And then it awakens in his soul.

The place between rage and serenity.

Struck by an ambush of content he could not foresee, Robb is left at the mercy of the portrait that is painted before him. Of rose hair, ivory stallion, and a glow professed like that of some great valkyrie. For all that he has lost, the gods saw fit to gift him with her presence.

A wolf of old legend.

He was content to ride with her until the Winter took them both.

#para;;#v;; saving grace #salutificator #{ by odins beard that took like over an hour help }

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Such responsiveness causes a damn-near sneer, nearly births a scoff that would rightfully spill past tiers of supple roseate proportionality. Thus leading to the declination of lateral appendage, concealed by material smooth and slick and ebon. But this declination is met with a collision midst mentioned mess, tokens rattling and flipping from the sudden impact, maps quivering in fear of professed strength and intimidating disposition. The freshly acquired wolf of the unseen realm.

“Get your horse.”

And a momentary teetering cant of roseate magistrate ensues, a wading willow of gaze befalling unto that of the dire at the king’s flank. A nod is given, a knowing one. To her own steed does she stride, of ivory like the snow she ne’er saw in days long passed. And willfully does she vault, aligning herself atop a steed offered a namesake known only to her.

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--- The contact was not unlike her namesake. The force of the fist catching the table launched him from his state of introspection and contemplation; slight bitterness at her crack of lightning.

Such anger was short-lived, for she was on her way quicker than Robb could process. He, the King in the North, a pithy child to her orders -- and he didn't mind.

A glimmer of a smile, one hidden from Light, grew as he stood from the table and followed. Grey Wind was already a few feet in front, the beast equally as bewildered by such lack of subtlety. Seems this rose-haired wolf was of a different ilk than most Starks.

#short;;#v;; saving grace #salutificator #{ HE SMILED AHAHAHA }

ROBB'S NOT ALLOWED TO HAVE HAPPY PARAS OKAY.

Remember Cat says that he 'wore a real sword and never smiled.'

#otherhowl;;

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“Your Grace.”

A ruse, a javelin forged ‘round articulated flurry to seize attentiveness from the spaced king. Tufts of thin roseate ripple in contemplative registry. A mind molds ‘bout the abnormality of focus’ lack in opposing azure. Thus leading to such a rouse of battering mockery——if one would even consider it that.

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Indeed, the Young Wolf found himself adrift a sea of sapphire introspection. Eyes of Tully borne lingered effortlessly over the strewn mess of tokens and maps, unsure and relentlessly unknowing of his coming decisions.

❝—— I'm no one's Grace; least of all your's. ❞

#short;;#salutificator #v;; saving grace #{ he's like }#{ i don't deserve to be called king after losing winterfell and shit }#{ ROBB STOP BEING SAD OKAY }

lannistere

make me choose - anonymous asked: robb stark or jon snow?

What should he fear? He was the Young Wolf, King of the Trident and the North.

#eulogy;;#{ i can't }#{ this is just like the epitome of heartbreak for me because }#{ they all looked up to him }#{ they all idolized him }#{ and that didn't save him }#{ he tried and tried and tried }

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“Robb.”

Painstakingly frigid awe ripples throughout alabaster steel, a countenance warred by a perpetuity tainted by tribulation unlike any have known—aside from a handful of others. Though she be a soldier, her emotions are true. She is not hollow… not any longer. She had gone from hollow, to jaded, to void and empty. But all of the emotions had rightfully returned. Reigns are necessary. And she bites back with a tongue and jaws akin to a raging ocean.

“That’s not what I’m saying at all. Don’t jump to conclusions.”

Because she’s seen what putting on that cold front does, seen what following the book by the letter does. “But you have to control your emotions. I get it——I do.”

And it all sets in, all spills out, because it is necessary.

“You’re young. This was put on your shoulders, all of it. It isn’t fair, but you don’t have a choice. I’m not saying reject your morals; I’m saying think clearly. Your men are counting on you. And I’m not going anywhere.” I was just like you. Because she understands.

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-------- Formalities are absent. For once, he does not suffer the title of 'Your Grace'. Kings likely drink from such honey; their ego stroked into a disproportionate mess. Robb ... he despises the title. It is barb - an agonizing reminder that his father no longer lives.

Sapphire eyes fall downward as she speaks. with every single patter of rain a unqiue blow upon his face, he is reminded of her stalwart stature, and a wisdom that is remiss of those her age. She is far too wise, too knowing; alas, too close to his soul.

❝—— Every decision I've made, every choice, I have considered how my father would act. I won't torture or execute captives, and against all my rage I have kept the Kingslayer alive, all in honor of my father. ❞

-------- A pause. Vivid emotion crawling aghast his face not unlike the pellets of rainfaill downcast upon him. A single fist tightens as the emotions she cautions rears a head in b e a s t l y fashion.

❝—— Bran, Rickon ... I've lost them. For all my victories, my home was taken from me. How can I lead these men if I can't even protect my own f a m i l y?! ❞

#short;;#v;; saving grace #salutificator #{ i can't even }#{ i am so sorry for how much of a mess this post is okaybye }

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