#quarrclsome

[nxtherold]

[  @quarrclsome  |  muse roulette  ]

randomizer picked: Honora Bloodthorn

          “Whoever paid you to steal from the Bloodthorn is a fool, but I have no ill will towards you or your profession. Rather, I’ll pay you double if you tell me who wants this book of spells so badly, and I’ll send you back to your guild-mates with a carriage full of gold if you will help me ruin them for their transgression against my clan.”

[guiltsworn-a]

11 & 6! :3c

please say character questions

11: What do they think of creation? Do they believe in evolution or do they believe in God? What is their religion like? Vic doesn’t believe in jack shit, in Any verse ( cept dnd cause… hi our characters be talking 2 gods on the daily, god of discourse FUCKS, big ups malthos ) and he doesn’t really care to. The Maker? Andraste? The Elvhen gods? whoever the hell else there is? Could be, could not be, he doesn’t know and it doesn’t bother him. Thus, he’ll just bounce around with exclamations, jumping from ‘maker’s breath’ to ‘creators sakes’ without blinking. Even in in the modern world he was created in, he just don’t care. Dont pray, be gay do crime

6. If you were to pick one song — and only one song — to describe your character, what would it be and why? fuck you u KNOW vic’s playlist is nearly 2 hours long BUT as far as describing him goes, I’ll Be Good by Jaymes Young, babey!! Cause… jus look at the lyrics 

[polyphoniie-archived]

@lostson Already gaining points over Vic here ;)

( @quarrclsome )

[markburdened-a-blog]

but is ANYONE cuter than you? interested parties are dying to know

 my list of cute ppl from 1-100:

1. evee2. close tie between @shysweet-hellhound and @quarrclsome...99. brood mothers100. vic

[guiltsworn-a]

“ all i’ve ever known is hate ” ok edgy

𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄

𝐒𝐀𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐕𝐈𝐂’𝐒 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒, the look he gave threnn soft  &  caring. did they mean they only knew being hated, or hating others ? perhaps the unfortunate answer was BOTH. he knew closely how it felt to be hated,  &  it was a terribly painful thing ; he dearly hoped they hadn’t experienced it the way he had. 

he couldn’t imagine anyone hating threnn. there was nothing in them to hate.

arms snaked around them, pulling them in close. ❝its okay. me too.❞ he began trailing little kisses along their head as he held them, a hand running through their hair all the while. ❝good thing you’ve got me here to love ya’ now, hm ?❞ he didn’t think much of the words as they came ; they were EASY to say, rather natural. they were right. 

❝no more hate.❞ he muttered against their skin, leaving one last kiss for good measure. ❝i think we’ve both had enough of that.❞

[guiltsworn-a]

😵 ( knee my muse in the gut ) except its a “pretend fight to blend in” sort of deal :3

𝑊𝐻𝐴𝑇 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐹𝑈𝐶𝐾, 𝑅𝐼𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑅𝐷 / kellin sent old memes

'𝐖𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐍' 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘'𝐃 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃. it was a harmless enough idea,  &  they were right ; two members of the inquisition were easy targets out in the open streets of a village, especially when they were meant to be eavesdropping on their enemies. vic ASSUMED threnn meant to remove any traces of the inquisition’s sigil, sit in a crowd, mull over merchants stands like any other person on the street. 

until their knee met his abdomen in one swift motion.

it wasn’t hard nor hostile, but just enough to make him cough,  &  vic, in all his dramatics ; doubled himself over, arms wrapping around himself. ❝th’fuck …❞ he began, looking up at them wildly, ❝is WRONG with you ?❞ a hand rose to cease threnn speaking before they even could——vic knew them, well enough to know what in the world it was they were thinking. 

❝don’t answer that.❞ he took a ginger step forward, the expression he wore some odd mix of amused  &  ANNOYED. ❝i get it, i do, but believe it or not …❞ choppily, a leg extended  &  kicked them swiftly in the shin, while the rest of his words came grumbled. ❝scrappin’ in the middle of the street aint ‘blendin’ in.’❞

[steeledstark-blog]

@quarrclsome || plotting call

Cloak pulled around her closer, there was not much of a chill ( not when she had grown up used to the summer snows and the year-round cold ) - it was a motion more so for COMFORT. Longing for some sort of safety. Escaped from her cage, the help of a mercenary for intentions not stated. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what the expectation there would have to be - GOLD.

But it made little sense when the Lannisters were rich, known for paying their debts. Meanwhile her family was waging a war, not as full of resources - there had to be ANOTHER reason. or this was some sort of trick, a test of her character and if she would escape if given the chance.

Throat tightened and she felt nauseous at that thought. Mind racing and eyes flickering around, as if considering a back-up plan, an escape if things should turn south. Because Sansa refused to allow herself to be taken back there, not without a fight. She’d be brave like Robb, fierce like Arya, fight harder and outside her capabilities. DESPERATELY , for this addictive freedom she had a mere taste of.

For now, it was silence with the other mysterious woman. Eyes locked on the fire meant to heat up their food but which had to be put out soon. “Thank you, again.” softly, fingers straightening out her dress with nerves dancing. “What is the plan here?” Winterfell? Riverrun? battle encampments? surely there had to be something, a journey was not pursued without some sort of destination.

[chainbroke]

does that feel like justice to you? @ monaeria :3c

mememe

          red eyes narrowed at threnn, every last eye on the cloak following suit,  &  monaeria gave them a uncaring shrug, standing with her arms crossed over her chest. what a question for the nightingale, of all people, to ask. what a question to ask monaeria, a life-long mercenary, eye of the nightingale ; unwavering KNIFE in the shadows. what could she say about justice ? it seemed far away, a false concept to justify why people did things.

           ❝ i don’t truly care. ❞ she spoke plainly, voice low  &  steady. ❝ the debate on what counts as justice means nothing to me. i have never truly known it. —go back in time and ask me ALIVE. my answer may have changed. ❞

        her chin raised upwards some, then, regarding threnn with a particular look.

                       ❝ do you care ? what FEELS like justice to you, threnn ? ❞