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The Bowery Presents
Sweet Seals For You, Always
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One Nice Bug Per Day
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Game Changer & Make Some Noise
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Like this post for a random starter-- No promises on length or quality, but I sure as shit will at least make it three paragraphs and not total garbage <3
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He hated everything about this. He hated being under a roof– so confined by walls and unable to see the sky save for glimpses out a window, messing with his internal clock that made even an hour stretch on forever… Though, the boredom was worse and also a likely culprit for the seemingly endless flow of time.
He hated not being able to move on. Staying in one place was so against everything he had done, and continues to do, in his life. Movement was life, and coin, and staying inside this room while he was sick bothered him– he had been far sicker before and still continued his travels…
Then, of course, was Gryff’s seemingly worried behaviour over his health. Such a thing was odd– nearly unnatural in both the way the Whitehill tended to behave and that Raleigh was simply not used to anyone other than his hounds worrying about his well being.
So, having the younger man push him back into bed as if standing was going to be the death of the witch, earned the blond a loud ‘huff’ from the lips that pursed into an expression edging dangerously towards a pout.
“My lord,” he began, trying to keep a wheeze from following as he took a breath– that would just confirm whatever worry Gryff had that had him keeping him indoors. “I am well enough–” Whatever further protest was coming from the usual grinning witch was cut off by a sneeze.
The nearby fire, that had been crackling softly, roared with the sudden will to burn far hotter and larger than it should have.
Sudden flare just a few steps from where he stood caught the Whitehill by surprise — not for the first time today, yet he still had trouble adjusting to all the peculiarities the red-haired man had to offer. At first Gryff instinctively flinched in the opposite direction from the flames, but regained his composure fast this time. The startled expression was gone from his face in a moment, changing back to being something in between sarcasm, annoyance & a tad of genuine concern.
Raleigh sure used to be more docile when he was brought here, soaked in ice cold water head to foot, trembling like a leaf & barely capable of standing on his own. Despite getting wrapped in furs & being placed by the fire minutes after their arrival — in the lord’s own chambers, no less — the redhead soon showed first signs of having caught a cold, which was anything but surprising, given all he has been through. Therefore, the mage got tucked in bed before he could gain the strength to protest, and Gryff had to frantically recall all the scarce amount of things he knew about tending to sick people.
Another thing on his mind, albeit a minor one, was where he himself was going to sleep that night — given that earlier, he, without thinking the action through, had put Raleigh in the only bed available by the hearth — which conveniently happened to be his own, lord’s bed.
“I’m starting to miss the way you were right after takin’ the dive.” With a sarcastic huff & half a smirk, the lord crossed his arms, albeit staying on his guard, to prevent any of Raleigh’s further attempts to escape. “You sure as hell didn’t fuss quite as much. Come to think of it, that may have had something to do with how you nearly drowned, and then froze to death, all in a span of minutes. So forgive me for not letting you just sprint outside and catch your death out there — would be a shame, after going through all that trouble to keep you alive.”
Why he was still going through that trouble to take care of someone he barely knew — Gryff wasn’t even sure himself. Back by the stream, it did not even seem like a choice, more like a reflex, instinct, whichever you like to call it. Now, when his actions became more & more thought through, Gryff has settled on gratitude as his main motivation. Raleigh had gone through as much trouble when stumbling upon the Whitehill’s drunk & injured self on the road at night — it simply made sense to repay him with something of equal worth. That was how the young lord justified the decision in his head, at least, sparing himself the trouble of analyzing the rest of his feelings — just as he generally tended to do.
“And I am sorely missing the boy who had some humility as I helped him from the side of the road in his drunken stupor,” There was a bit of bite to Raleigh’s tone, golden hues narrowing at Gryff. Perhaps the two of them had something in common-- Ral absolutely hated that he needed help. He appreciated it, was grateful for it, but the fact he had needed it still wounded his own self-sufficient pride more than he would verbally admit.
“It seems we can not all get what we want.” The elder adjusted himself, hands folding upon his lap properly as he cast is still somewhat irritated gaze past Gryff and towards the window. He inhaled deeply, albeit shakily, and grazed the thumb of his right hand over the dulled rope-burn scars on his left wrist. While the events that had him in his current situation were fading from his mind, the sudden ‘dip’ in the frosty waters of the Westeros North, somethings lingered on him like a lingering overhead cloud threatening rain.
She always lingered on his thoughts. His mother. Oh, she would disappear in time again-- her ashen dark hair and stern face, with angry hateful eyes with a stare that clung… but for now she was so present in his mind.
How he hated her.
And how he hated that his thoughts, in times like this, came back to her and kept her alive--if just in memory.
Slowly the irritation simmered out of the sun like eyes, like dying embers, and he returned his gaze back at Gryff. “I apologize. I am grateful for your hospitality, my lord, but I am not a man that likes to sit put-- even in grave circumstances. It makes me, hmm,” He hummed in thought, red brows knitting together like knotting branches.
“Uncomfortable, I suppose the word would be.” Talking for even that long made his throat scratch with irritation, drawing a harsh cough or two from him as he blindly reached for a drink within arms reach-- the hearth sputtering with the noise-- taking a small sip from a mug with a soft noise of relief.
Lips quirked impishly, bringing a bit of the usual eerie brightness of constant amusement onto his face. “Some years I have been in Westeros now, and I find it quite amusing that the man I nearly set ablaze is the first to welcome me into his Hall. Perhaps I should set more people on fire.”
my mom might’ve raised an emotionally vacant child with severe depression and anxiety but she didn’t raise a quitter
by Riris
reblog if you rp with female muses and think it is just as fun to rp with them as rping with male muses !!!
rp sentence starters - 5 w’s
WHO?
“ Who are you? “
“ Who are you really? “
“ Who was that? “
“ Who’s there? “
“ Who am I? “
“ Who cares? “
“ Who knows? “
WHAT?
“ What’s going on? “
“ What are you? “
“ What just happened? “
“ What do we do now? “
“ What are you doing here? “
“ What do you know about me? “
“ What do you know about them? “
“ What the hell? “
“ What happened to you? “
“ What happened to us? “
WHEN?
“ When did this happen? “
“ When did you get that bruise? “
“ When did all of this start? “
“ When are you going to start telling the truth? “
“ When did you first start lying to me? “
“ When can I see you again? “
“ When’s dinner? “
“ When are we gonna get there? “
WHERE?
“ Where am I? “
“ Where are we? “
“ Where are we going? “
“ Where are you going? “
“ Where have you been all this time? “
“ Where have I been? Uh… See… I can explain… “
“ Where were you when I needed you? “
WHY?
“ Why did you do that? “
“ Why are we doing this again? “
“ Why are you doing this? “
“ Why did you hit me? “
“ Why did you kill them? “
“ Why do you hate me? “
“ Why do you love me? “
“ Why don’t we ever talk anymore? “
“ Why do I love you? “
“ Why did you do something so stupid? “
“ Why are you up so late? “
Charm is a weapon and I love sharpening my skill
Indie Game of Thrones OC
Mun and Muse is 21+
Mun has 10~ years of collective RP experience
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Non-Selective. OC, multimuse, and shipping friendly.
New to RPing GoT.
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I don’t think I’m better than anyone, but I am too good for certain shit, I know my worth.
✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed (perhaps involving illness, injury, or sleep deprivation) (remember that time Ral fell in a river & we both agreed that could lead to him getting a cold?..) (Gryff's protective/caretaking instincts activated)
Manhandling symbol starters
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He hated everything about this. He hated being under a roof– so confined by walls and unable to see the sky save for glimpses out a window, messing with his internal clock that made even an hour stretch on forever… Though, the boredom was worse and also a likely culprit for the seemingly endless flow of time. He hated not being able to move on. Staying in one place was so against everything he had done, and continues to do, in his life. Movement was life, and coin, and staying inside this room while he was sick bothered him– he had been far sicker before and still continued his travels…Then, of course, was Gryff’s seemingly worried behaviour over his health. Such a thing was odd– nearly unnatural in both the way the Whitehill tended to behave and that Raleigh was simply not used to anyone other than his hounds worrying about his well being.
So, having the younger man push him back into bed as if standing was going to be the death of the witch, earned the blond a loud ‘huff’ from the lips that pursed into an expression edging dangerously towards a pout.
“My lord,” he began, trying to keep a wheeze from following as he took a breath– that would just confirm whatever worry Gryff had that had him keeping him indoors. “I am well enough–” Whatever further protest was coming from the usual grinning witch was cut off by a sneeze.
The nearby fire, that had been crackling softly, roared with the sudden will to burn far hotter and larger than it should have.
My sarcasm and sincerity sound surprisingly similar.
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Manhandling symbol starters
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★ - drag my muse by the arm ⁂ - grab my muse by the front of their shirt, possibly shoving them back ✱ - take my muse by the hips to carefully move them out of their way ➜ - smack my muse upside the head ⌧ - grip my muse by the back of the neck © - put a hand on my muse’s back to steer them somewhere ✂ - point sternly at a chair and tell my muse to sit down ✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed (perhaps involving illness, injury, or sleep deprivation) ☛ - press a finger to my muse’s lips to shut them up ♚ - put a hand on my muse’s knee while sitting next to them, to discourage them from standing up ♧ - slap my muse’s hand away from something they shouldn’t touch ♦ - grab my muse’s hair and yank ♤ - slam a door shut before my muse can leave the room ♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them ♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye ♨ - rub my muse down with a sponge/wet cloth ☀ - pin my muse with their arms behind their back ☠ - slam my muse into a wall ☾ - wrestle/pin my muse to the ground
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I burn because I choose to - why must I extinguish because you’d prefer me that way?
@thedawnwitch
Nvm Gryff being awoken back into existence by the resurfacing of his old pal (?); being hit by all sorts of emotion in the process
-a distant shout of ‘hello, my lord’-
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OOC: Ho boy, I don’t even know where to begin-- On one hand, I feel horrible for dropping off the face of the Earth so suddenly from everyone on here, on the other hand life became a fucking trip since I’ve last been seen on this blog.
Quick overview-- I cut an extremely toxic friend out of my life, I was outted as trans to my family and they have not taken it well at all, I’m on meds for my depression but it does relatively fuck all, my best friend got engaged and I’m helping her plan her wedding/I’m her ‘Bro of Honor’, quit my old job, got a new job, got laid off of the new job, now currently unemployed, finally learning how to drive, finally settled on the name I’m going to change to once I can afford to change it (Abel btw)-- and a bunch of other things.
This, however, is not an excuse for me being dead to the world-- just what has been going on.
I’m going to try and become active on this blog again, because Ral is one of my favorite OCs, and I have missed everyone on here dearly.
Anywho, feel free to add me on discord (my skype has been replaced, I refuse to use it)-- Slippery Slaughter Daddy (#2644)-- and/or feel free to shoot me a message on here for a starter or just OOC talking.