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@nxrthborn replied to your post : australia?? Don't you mean off brand new zealand??
#Positivity Protocol! 😄💙☀️ Send this to ten muns who you think portray their muses so damn well and are just generally awesome!
— @nxrthborn —
holds your precious face to smooch it all over for being such a lovely, good, kind, beautiful, amazing, wonderful little bean who just made me smile so much with this cute thing! and also:
@seaworthed & @rhaegail & @forsakingonevow & @unsulliied & @hesquired & @cthlicdevil & @serbriennecftarth & @clevrest & @targayrien & @thesellsword
these equally amazing gems who fill my dash with their beautiful writing and portrayal and general amazingness, and here’s to them having a great day & great rest of weekend!❤
@nxrthborn ‣ starter call
jaqen had a tendency to leave death in his trail. for once, the dead came first. he had found himself in winterfell as preparations for the fight with the undead army were underway. there were many different FACES in winterfell. many personalities. one face in particular caught his attention. not familiar physically, but he recognized him by REPUTATION. he sauntered over toward the man, casual but not without flourish. “ i had heard that the ‘ silent wolf ’ was back in westeros again, ” jaqen commented, a modest smirk nearly cemented into his features.
like this post for some positivity !!
(gonna do these in groups)
@regalthorn
wOw so i’ve adored your margaery from afar since we became mutuals. your writing is so impressive! i’ve always wanted to rp with a margaery (especially a scenario like we plotted) and low-key always saw you on my dash and was like wow they’re so good i’d love to write with them but i feel inadequate. but now that we’ve plotted i’m SO excited for our thread and to write n talk more with you :’)
@lannisqueen
first off let me say that i’m so impressed by your portrayal, idk if that sounds weird? but what i mean is that it’s so consistently good. you have such a grip on cersei’s character and i hear her so well in your writing. and cersei is such a beautiful and complex character, you do her justice! i love seeing you on my dash! we haven’t gotten to write together yet, but i would absolutely love to. :’)
@nxrthborn
idk if you know this, but you’re one of the first blogs in the got rpc i followed. i followed from my arya, shortly before i made sandor and became super active here. i love pytre, i think you’ve done an amazing job in creating him. i feel like he could so easily be an actual got character. his character and story are so solid and your portrayal is wonderful. we’ve only rped a little but i’ve absolutely enjoyed it and hope we can some more. :’)
winter is coming. she’d heard the words a few times wandering around winterfell, as out of place as the free folk could be in a place like this. the south. it felt like years since sabine had been back home, north of the wall, where the wind was so cold it threatened to bite the tip of your nose off when it whipped by. still, in her furs and wrapped as much as she needed to be back home, she felt sweat bead at her forehead and fray the shorter hair that refused to tuck into her braid.
they were not welcome here. she couldn’t say that she blamed these “ northerners ” for being wary of the free folk. they had been scaling their wall and raiding their towns for as long as sabine could remember. and now, here they were. fighting in their wars, taking back their holds ... and waiting around for the long night to come. and mance, gone. her father, gone. hardhome .... gone.
inside the great hall, or so she had been told it was, of winterfell sabine sat, staring into the crackling flames, waiting for tormund or kark, or some face she knew to come back in and occupy her time. she assumed the footsteps that approached were jon’s, and sabine didn’t bother to turn at first,
“ i don’t know how you live down here, crow. ” her voice was empty, as it always way, and when she turned to glance at jon snow her eyes narrowed. not him. “ ah. not a crow, are you? all the same. ”
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Kenna was near the stream of Winterfell, she was there to see the Stark’s, she heard from her dad that they were an honorable bunch and wanted to see for herself. She was living under the radar, unsure of how to approach one of them. She was plucking flowers, and sitting near one of the trees, enjoying the spring flowers when she saw a man who had appeared in her line of sight, looked like he was washing his shirt in the river. She gave him a light wave and a smile.
nxrthborn replied to your post: Comes in with guns shootin’ in the background and...
WHAT IS ICED SWEET TEA
WOAH WOAH WOAH WHAT DO YOU MEAN ‘WHAT IS ICED SWEET TEA’ ?!?!?!?!
starter for @nxrthborn because i can
“you’re a bastard too, right? please tell me you’re not some fancy lord and the bitch in the kitchens was yankin’ my leg.”