#drjohncartermdroleplays

[robbaerywrites]

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✾ - Your tumblr is one of my favorites!

Send me a symbol.

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I want to punch it sometimes

Don't we all at some point? LOL

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Ah that does make sense

Yeah. :)

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drjohncartermdroleplays replied to your post:Sighs.

whats up

Nothing that's too pressing. Just annoyed with Tumblr's overall fuckery.

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drjohncartermdroleplays replied to your post: i finished oitnb god now i have to pic...

you could try chasing life. But its on demand not netflix.

i don't have netflix anyway the english netflix sucks ass 

and i was thinking more something that i could marathon and that apparently like just started but i shall look into that more anyway thank u 

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drjohncartermdroleplays replied to your post:to message somebody, or be quiet, that is the...

Do what you feel is right

That is the problem, If I do what I feel it's right, and talk with this player about somebody that left the rp, I'm pretty sure that will cause OOC drama very soon, even though i'm not part of the group anymore.

[mythologicalmusings]

"Can you hear me?"

"Of course I can. It’s a minor bump, not some an ear-threatening illness."

[gvnner]

00:00:00 Anyone is fine

SKYRIM BRAINE AU

Tamriel, also known as “Dawn’s Beauty”, is one of the several continents on Nirn, thriving in the Fourth Era. The province of Skyrim is predominantly inhabited by the the Nords, with other races taking settlement, scattered around the vast landscapes. Ever since the Aldmeri Dominion gained allegiance with the Khajiit, the cat-race travelers have been seen more often, dealing their Elsweyrian wares between towns and cities.

Ja Britt Ne had been travelling with her clan since before she could ever remember. Born into the Fourth Era, Ja Britt Ne had never experienced too much prejudice towards her race from the others, like her Dro always told her about in his many, many stories from his younger years.

Travelling from settlement to settlement as they made their livelihood was all the young Khajiit had ever known - never have set foot in Elsweyr herself, nor met their Rid-t’har. Though the prospect of being seen as a ‘gypsy’ by both her own race and the others never bothered her, as she loved her Epako dearly.

Lifting the heavy pelts from their cart onto the spread rug adorning the grassy exterior to the city of Whiterun, Ja Britt Ne’s ears twitched at the sound of the settlement coming to life as the mother sun rose slowly into the skies, accompanied by her Fado’s soft voice singing the Dawn’s Beauty into awakening

'Etofor wakay jer akudarr.Baliji hat aratataami.Shijoh,Renrij intenurr,Hokoh wo’ImperialjahIko pofamer rotok velk.’

The sun warming her light fur, Ja Britt Ne knew that today was like no other. She was due to be coming of age and one of the young males in her Clan was due to become her mate, in the hopes of bearing children of her own. She hoped that Ahnurr and Fadomai were looking down upon her today, as she grew into an adult. As her Ahnurr passed away in the previous season, she wanted to do him proud, as his only daughter of his litter.

Jumping down from the wagon, her catlike bare feet colliding gracefully upon the earth, Ja Britt Ne look the lead of their pinto carthorse to lead him to the Whiterun stables for a well deserved feed and rest after their journey. With him plodding slowly along beside her, Ja Britt Nes whiskers twitched at the smells of exotic foods cooking beyond the great walls of the city.

When the stallion was comfortably munching on the dry hay in the stable that Ja Britt Ne had generously given the Nord stableboy a gold piece for payment, the young Khajiit petted him, her claws gently scratching at the beasts fur.

Hearing the crackling of straw behind her, Ja Britt Ne’s ears twitched before she spun around, her brilliant blue orbs settling on the frame of a young Nord. By the looks of him, he couldn’t have been much older than she, wearing the armor of a warrior in training. Though she was advised not to speak to the Nord race before being spoken to, the young cat couldn’t help her mouth, her purring voice stroking the air as it left her whiskered lips.

“A peaceful greeting to you”

She watches as the young man brandishes her arm to him, relieving the blank set of runes that branded the skin of her elders. The runes of one that has sound the one in which they are to be fated with. Blinking for a moment, Ja Britt Ne’s eyes fell to her own forearm, which proudly showed the same. As her heart thumped, her fur rippled at what this could mean.

“Speak.. She will listen until all the sugars of the world turn sour." Ja Britt Ne whispered, her eyes rising to find the dark, warmth that met her.

“Toblaine.. My name is Torblaine.”

Smiling, the Khajiit stepped forward, raising a furred hand to lightly trace the beautiful contours of the young Nords face.

“Until our next meeting, as such is fated. May the sun keep you warm, even in this land of bitter cold and she shall meet you here as the sun departs.”

No dawn, no daylight and no sunset from here on would be the same.