#behindthesametree

[roleplayerxshoutouts]

likexsummerxrain? more like likexsummerxbae. asherfxrrester? more like baesherfxrrester. spiritlikeironwood? more like baelikeironwood. ofbasilisks? more like ofbaesilisks. behindthesametree? more like baehindthesametree. these 5 make my dash a happier place and i love them all a lot.

[asherfxrrester-blog]

*slam dunks my url* ball is life

my opinion on;

character in general: elaena is precious af and she also has like no chill i love it and i am sorry that i got her brother and fiance killed oopshow they play them: wonderfully ???!!!the mun: ew delaneynah she’s one of my few favorite people tbh <3

do i;

follow them: nahrp with them: nahwant to rp with them: nahship their character with mine: nO omg this some gwyn/rodrik shit no thanks

what is my;

overall opinion: tbh of course one of my favorite accounts. actually i think i was afraid of you when i first made asher?? oops. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.

[defenderofthegrove]

*pops, locks, and drops my url* ♛

[ ♛ ] send me a url and i’ll tell you the following; behindthesametree​

my opinion on;

character in general: F L A W L E S S how they play them: Read above ^^^^ aka yes another person that i sWEAR works for Telltale as a writerthe mun: you’re too good for this cruel, cruel world 

do i;

follow them: yes?? i’m not sure why you follow me tbh bc i’m trashrp with them: i’m pretty sure we have once or twice??? a while back thowant to rp with them: yes duh, i want to rp with all the quality  blogs whilst also silently watching them bc they’re too wOW ship their character with mine: no please stay with rodrik 5ever 

what is my;

overall opinion: keep rp’ing please because i’d cry 5ever if you stopped. also yes you and likexsummerxrain???? yes all the yes keep doing that too 

[woundedboar-blog]

behindthesametree

        “ You should be thankful that Gryff still           wanted to wed  Rodrik Forrester’s whore. “ 

[asherfxrrester-blog]

“Well, I got news for you, nimrod.”

              “ … “

         “ don’t care. “

[anoldsouldies-blog]

behindthesametree replied to your post:I want to RP with my children

soon to be child ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

good enough for the family man ( ﾟヮﾟ)

[roleplayerxshoutouts]

“shoutout to behindthesametree and likexsummerxrain for being the cutest couple on my dash.”

[roseofrillwater]

yoU ARE MY SUNSHINE

Send me “You are my sunshine” for my muse’s reaction to yours dying in their arms

Lyarra had come back from her monthly hunting trip, alongside Ostyn and Aryll, to find Rillwater up in smoke. From the depths of the Wolfswood they had not heard the screams or the yells, the clashing of swords or the crashing of towers ruptured by the apparent siege.

Lyarra’s eyes widened in disbelief. Pressing her palms to her temples she hunched over, whimpering and blubbering. She could already see tattered Bolton and Whitehill banners left hanging from the gates, gently billowing in the warm breeze as the scent of smoke scratched her nose.

Padding forwards, Lyarra left her two companions behind, barely glancing over her shoulder as she ran into what would most likely be her death. Someone had to have lived. They had to.

She dashed through the courtyard, affording a few moments to scan the corpses of dead Glenmore men for any sign of her father or Namond. Neither of them were to be found, so she pressed onwards into the foyer and then into the great hall.

As she barreled through the double doors, Lyarra was forced to shield her eyes from the evening sun as it poured onto her face. She quickly saw that part of the roof had caved in, support beams and masonry having rained down onto the hard, oak floor below. Chairs and tables were thrown aside and decimated. Blood stained her father’s chair. Her foot accidentally kicked a Glenmore helm and sent it rolling under a table as she paced through the room.

She saw something buried under the rubble of the collapsed roof - a scrap of reddish material, a beacon of hope. Dashing over to the pile, she began tearing into it, dust staining her fingers grey and splinters tearing up her nails.

Only when the top half of Elaena’s body was clear did Lyarra halt herself. Gentle breaths barely graced the woman’s half-conscious lips as she eyed her younger sister. Her face was lacerated and torn, covered in blood and dark grey powdered stone.

Tears falling from her eyes, Lyarra wrapped her hand under Elaena’s neck and tried to lift her free from the rubble, but lacked the strength to do so.

Elaena yelped in pain and her eyelids fluttered for a moment, drawing Lyarra’s attention to the scarlet patch that stained her stomach. Acting quickly, Lyarra wrapped her arms around her sister’s shoulders and cried into her forehead, knowing that such a large wound could not be healed.

“I should have been here,” she wept, voice muffled my her sister’s hair. “I should have been here… I’m sorry… I’m so sorry.”