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*tosses url* <3
Do I rp with them: Of course! Do I want to rp with them: AlwaysDo I follow them: Why would I not? My opinion on them: Fabulous person who I would in all honesty no longer be roleplaying on tumblr if she had not been there for me. <3
//Responses Owed
This is the list of responses I have to do. If you're supposed to be on here and you're not, please like this post!
speckledarrows
hiccupthehairyhooligan
thequietwolfinwinterfell
themaidofthesapphireisle
thefacelesswolf
maimedlion
joffreybarathaeon
tenderstrength
If you want a starter, please let me know as well.
Hey, Jaime, remember when you told Roose to give the Starks your regards? Man, hopefully THAT won't come back to bite you in the ass, amiright?
"It would certainly be quite unfortunate, should my regards be taken in the wrong way," Jaime replied with a grave nod, for likely the Starks would take it as a threat or something more, something of which Jaime himself was in no condition to be carrying out.
J-Jaime, what are you--!?!? PUT SOME CLOTHES ON DAMMIT! *points sword at u*
“I see no reason to do so, wench. There is nothing wrong with a man taking a bath when he has need of it, after all,” he half growled at her as he leaned back in the tub, and closed his eyes.
||tagged by friendof--fire;
I don't normally do these, but as I feel close to the one who tagged me, I thought I might as well. Please note I will not be doing this again for some time.
Rules: rule 1: always post the rules. rule 2: answer the questions the person who tagged you asked and write 11 new ones. rule 3: tag 11 new people and link them to the post. rule 4: let them know you’ve tagged them
1. if there is one reward to roleplay for you, what is it?
The bonds out of character that I have formed with other roleplayers is the most rewarding thing, I personally believe, along with the fact that with more roleplaying, you become more experienced as a writer, and that can only help you in the long run.
2. what music or tv do you listen to while you do your replies?
I listen to several different things, each depending upon my level of focus. If I need to focus more, I listen to soundtracks with no lyrics, but if not, I listen to the Les Misérables soundtrack, and the Lion King soundtrack, as well as a mix of other songs including Seven Devils and Little Lion Man.
3. what was your very first muse?
In the fandom, Jon Snow. Otherwise, an original character who is long gone in my mind, that I cannot even begin to piece together once more.
4. what’s a muse you frequently come back to wishing you’d play?
Honestly, at the moment I don't have one of these, but if I had to say one, Granby from His Majesty's Dragon.
5. are you reading any books right now? what are they?
Rereading the Inkworld trilogy, and currently starting Inferno by Dan Brown.
6. do you have an unpopular opinion about the fandom you’re roleplaying from?
Please don't shoot me for this, but I'm so very far from being a fan of the Starks, and I personally believe there's a Stark filter going around? So I feel as if you're judged for not liking the Starks, especially when you prefer another house, such as the Lannisters.
7. what’s a faceclaim you wish people would use less?
I actually have several? - Emilia Clarke, Kit Harington, Viggo Mortensen, and Bradley James. Not hating on those who have them, I just see them a lot!
8. what’s a faceclaim you wish people would use more?
Charles Dance, David Wenham, Kevin Mckidd.
9. what is your favorite attribute about your muse?
This I cannot give an answer to, as there's just too much so I would end up writing several lengthy paragraphs which I just don't have the time to do at the moment.
10. has your current muse ever inspired any new interests or hobbies for you?
Propmaking. I'll be working to perfect a sword for my Jaime cosplay for San Diego Comic Con.
11. wildcard question: if there were one question you wish terribly that someone would ask you or your muse, what is it, and what is your answer?
Q for the muse: If you were presented with your sister dying and had no way to save her life, what would you do? Would you fight for her life, let her pass, or end it?
A: What would he have done, if presented with such a thing? While on first instinct he naturally desired to fight for her, if there were no way to save her, that would all be in vain. His thoughts flew by quickly, each making an attempt to make some sense of the matter, but there was no making sense of this. If his other half was on death's door, but still lingering and in pain... He had loved her. She had been what his entire existence had revolved around for so long, and while he once would have longed to leave the world with her.. "I would end it, as she would do if I were in such a position. If Cersei were to be in pain, it is the kinder option, if not the easiest to bear."
for those tagged(you don't have to do this if you don't want);
If there's one thing you've learned through roleplaying, what is it? Be it a small lesson or a large one.
Have you formed bonds online with other roleplayers that you consider to be stronger than bonds you have with others offline?
Do you prefer para or novella style writing for your threads?
What are your thoughts on first person writing for roleplaying?
If you were to meet your muse, what would happen? What would you think of them, and what would they think of you?
Do you enjoy the fandom that you are a part of?
If your muse had to lose one thing important to them, but they were allowed to decide what, what would it be? And how would they deal with that loss?
Do you prefer writing as a male or female character?
Favorite movie and favorite television show?
If you were going on a roadtrip through whatever country you live in, what would you bring with you?
Final question! A book series you would recommend?
The little girl had blonde hair that was as golden as the sun and blue eyes that were as bright and blue as the waters of Tarth. Her little round face was hidden beneath some mud that she had gotten into, curious about everything in the world, and she didn't wear skirts, but pants instead. Her hair fell into her face and she pushed it aside but it returned to her face and she whined. "Dada." Looking up at him, she reached up her muddy hands for him.
While he was certain of it being a dream with hopes of what one day might have been between he and Brienne, seeing the child still tugged at his heard, leaving an ache there that could never be eased. Not even when he awoke, and would make an attempt to put it behind him. I cannot have such thoughts, when Brienne is still maiden and would never give herself to the likes of me. But regardless of pushing aside those thoughts for the time being, he smiled softly at this child. While she may not have been real, she was his.. And she had Brienne’s eyes.
What would their life be like, if such a thing would come to be? He believed it to be impossible, but what sort of father would he make? He’d never been a father, not truly, and to have a small life dependent upon him and to have a child call him father.. Was he truly ready for such a thing? The desire had come faintly to be a father, but now it grew stronger within him, as he picked the child up with one arm, despite the mud, and kissed her forehead gently, as he had so often imagined kissing Brienne’s. This child, she was most everything that her mother was, and he couldn’t have asked for anything else. Better she was like her mother than like him. Perhaps one day, they could have this child. If Brienne came to love him as he himself loved her, no matter how he would openly deny it.
As he held this child of theirs, it gave him hope for the future, despite all that had happened in his life. And when he awoke, his arms empty and absent of any company, Jaime was reminded of how impossible a happy ending truly was. For if the gods were real, they truly hated him.
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On our Way
After their encounter with the Brotherhood Without Banners and what had once been Catelyn Stark, Jaime had made up his mind to join Brienne in her search for Sansa Stark, in some last attempt to prove he was a man of his word in this at the very least, especially when most still expected for him to break it. After having sent word to his men, and leaving a trustworthy man in charge, he'd continued on without them, despite the higher risk it put him at. But with Brienne, he felt almost safer than he did with most. No matter what else had happened in the past, in a way she was still his protector. And I owe her this much, at the very least.
When night had fallen the pair had stopped to rest at a tavern along the Kingsroad, paying no mind to the looks they earned. Jaime had donned clothing befitting a man of his birth, yet they lacked the lion of Lannister, and any of the colors that would prove him to be who he was, though in the end the stump where his sword hand had once been would get him recognized just as quickly. News of my maiming had spread quickly, of course, he thought as he drank the ale he'd been given in silence, while he waited for Brienne to join him by the fire after she was finished arranging for the room they'd share for the night. Already, he knew he would give her the bed, and find himself upon the floor. Brienne was still a maid, and he would not have her head filled with any thoughts of him dishonoring her in some shape or form.
Those others in the common room of the tavern were a boisterous lot, there was no denying that as he watched them, his green eyes filled with what was annoyance one moment, and amusement the next as a man toppled over from too much drink, his companions filling the room with laughter. The war had not robbed these men of their joy, so it would seem. No matter how bad things got, there would always be men like this.
They should enjoy this while it lasts. No doubt misfortune would befall one or all before long, as misfortune had befallen him. That was the way of the world after all, and if the gods were real, perhaps it was some cruel joke of theirs. The gods found enjoyment in the suffering of mortal men, it seemed to him.
With another swig of ale, he turned away from watching the drunken men as Brienne approached. After setting down the cup he'd been drinking from, he motioned to the empty spot beside him, close to the fire. It was an invitation for her to sit if she so wished, but he wouldn't take insult of she declined.
"I trust we now have some sort of arrangement for the night?" he asked, his emerald eyes meeting her own blue ones.
