#foulmouthedprophet

[youngragnar-blog]

@foulmouthedprophet. call.

       ‘ rorik is ill again, ’ he says by way of explaining his presence. he gets worse with every passing day, and young ragnar knows where this is going but doesn’t have it in him to break his father’s heart. so he does as he is bid, all in the name of a little more time. ‘ my father sent me for more of your potions. ’ 

[wintcrskiss-a-blog]

positivity for foulmouthedprophet please! (or a Battle of the Butts... your choice ;) )

stop the bullshit! love each other! || accepting || @ofbrochtuarach

@foulmouthedprophet

we haven’t interacted at all yet, but i have endless love for outlander and claire, and people who love both of those things as much as i do lmao. the mun seems like a lot of fun to interact with in serious ways and in crack, and tbh, myriam admires anyone else who is able to put up with theon lmao 

( just kidding theon. we all love you. ) 

[madamehenriette]

My Tumblr Crushes:

louisleroisoleil

mcnsieur

ofodinn

goldenngore

foulmouthedprophet

ofbrochtuarach

brckenkeys

declermont

ahitchcockblonde (that’s me)

Follow my lovess!!!! <3

[theboatbuilderswife]

foulmouthedprophet replied:

*Hugs the Helga*

                        - cuddles against Claire -  let’s drink and whine about boys.

[saltedcrow-blog]

foulmouthedprophet replied to your post: send me classy nudes

it’s a nude that’s not just a picuture of your dick Theon, ladies like when things are tasteful and left to the imagination

I'm so confused

[multismusa]

@foulmouthedprophet

“Madame, it is not safe to be ‘ere!” Cotard hissed, looking across at the woman with an almost incredulous gaze.

[draconigena440-archive]

Vladimir was in his office after a very long day running and working in the hospital he had founded long ago when his brother had been made fort commander looking over patient records and some of the never ending paperwork and letters he dealt with on top of the hospital when the gypsy band’s leader knocked and brought in the young Englishwoman that was traveling with them. One look into her eyes and he could see and feel why Ian had asked him to help her, “Welcome to Fort Camboglanna Lady Randall.” The Sarmatian/Celt knight said as he stood up and walked around the desk. Despite many years of travel, his accent was that of a Welsh or Scotsman with a tinge of something else. “I am Vladimir Bohdan Florescu Dracula II and I to know what it is like to truly understand something you are born with.”

[formernephilim-blog]

@foulmouthedprophet

Max knew she shouldn’t be there but she didn’t know where else to go. Romeo was gone and all her three children had decided to turn against her, moving out of the house to their grandfather. She couldn’t even blame them, since her husband died she had been a beyond horrible mother.

Sighing she sat waiting for Claire, though she considered running away several times before the doctor showed up. “I’m sorry to show up like this, I just... I didn’t know where else to go.”