dolorous edd

indie eddison tollett of asoiaf & got. sideblog to thesellsword. loved by bunny. commander of the night's watch. "aye. we live another day. HOORAH."

[thedolorous]

i just think edd deserves to be kissed more.

[ancientsstudies]

In the embrace of the fog, my soul finds peace.

[horrificmemes]

Send me “Restrained” + a number for a starter in which one or both of our characters are:

Or send “Restrained?” for a randomly generated number.

1. Locked in the trunk of a car 2. Tied to a chair 3. Chained up to the wall 4. In a cage 5. Behind prison bars 6. In a room with a locked door and barred windows 7. Hand-cuffed to an object of their choice 8. Hand-cuffed to one other person (or each other) 9. Stuck in a hole underground 10. Trapped in an attic 11. Trapped in a tomb or mausoleum 12. Stuck in the back of a police car 13. Stuck in an elevator 14. Locked in a vault 15. Strapped to a table

[soulrph]

sexual tension prompts.

i deleted my old blog by mistake, so i’m revamping these!! if you want to reverse them, add a +, like so: [ PIN ] + and the roles will switch! these prompts are inspired by THIS MEME! they’re designed for all muses, regardless of whether they’ve interacted before or not!

[ PIN ] : sender pins receiver against a wall.

[ HANDS ] : our muses’ hands touch. (anything from grazing past or the hand holding content we all deserve.)

[ GAZE ] : sender watches receiver from across a crowded room.

[ GUIDE ] : in order to guide the receiver, sender presses a hand against the small of their back.

[ INVITE ] : sender asks receiver into a private room with nobody else present.

[ TOUCH ] : our muses touching one another discreetly but intimately in a public setting.

[ LICK ] : sender licks something from their thumb or lips in front of receiver.

[ SLEEVES ] : sender rolls up their sleeves to reveal their forearms.

[ SMIRK ] : while interacting with receiver, sender can’t resist a smirk.

[ NECKLACE ] : sender fastens a necklace around receiver’s neck, leaning in close to do so.

[ CLOSE ] : our muses are in a position which leads to the sender stepping intimately closer to the receiver.

[ UNBUTTON ] : due to heat or stress or other reasons, sender unbuttons the top of their shirt to reveal their neckline.

[ DANCE ] : our muses dance together in close quarters.

[ DEFEND ] : sender physically intervenes between receiver and a source of unwanted attention.

[ TEXT ] : sender texts intimate content to receiver.

[ PHONE ] : while on the phone with receiver, sender flirts teasingly during the call.

[ BEHIND ] : unexpectedly, sender arrives close to receiver from behind, taking them by surprise.

[ WET ] : our muses find one another in a torrential downpour of rain, both soaking wet.

[ LEAN ] : sender leans tantalisingly close to receiver to retrieve something or catch their attention.

[ LOOK ] : sender initiates intense eye contact with receiver.

[ ALONE ] : our muses find one another alone in an isolated setting.

[ ASK ] : sender asks receiver if they’re single.

[ WHISPER ] : sender leans close to receiver’s ear in order to whisper something to them.

[ BRUSH ] : sender reaches forward to brush a strand of receiver’s hair from their eyes.

[ STEADY ] : sender steadies receiver by placing their hands on their waist when the receiver almost falls against them.

[ SMILE ] : sender begins to grin at something the receiver is saying, like a big unstoppable grin.

[ PULL ] : sender pulls receiver into their side as they’re walking together.

[ STRADDLE ] : while sparring, sender gains the upper hand and pins the receiver in place, straddling their waist in the process.

[ BLADE ] : sender, having been enemies with the receiver, places a knife to their throat, but does nothing else.

[ STARE ] : while the receiver is speaking, the sender’s gaze drifts to their lips.

[ UNDERCOVER ] : while pretending to be a couple for the sake of a mission or other purpose, sender and receiver find themselves giving a Remarkably Convincing performance that leaves them questioning how platonic they really are.

[ AFTER ] : sender has just impulsively and passionately kissed the receiver without any warning nor apparent reason. how does the receiver respond?

[ REMARK ] : after someone passes a remark on what a cute couple the seemingly platonic sender and receiver are, the sender casts a meaningful glance at the receiver, expecting them to say something about it first.

[ PHOTOGRAPH ] : as someone volunteers to take a picture of them on a day out, sender instinctively wraps an arm around the receiver to steady them, holding them close for a photo that turns out to be more romantic than they were expecting.

[ CHALLENGE ] : after the receiver teasingly suggests that the sender is a terrible kisser, sender immediately and fervently proves them wrong with a long, passionate kiss that leaves the receiver taking back what they said.

[ LANGUAGE ] : sender begins to speak seductively and fluently with the receiver in another language.

[ CONSTANT ] : after days/weeks/months/years of endless flirting back and forth, sender finally dares the receiver to go beyond flirting and break the tensions between them properly.

[unpr0mpted]

blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! a collection of icky, bloody prompts for those who like to choose violence. actions are reversible. general warning for blood, violence, murder, death.

𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

" that's a lot of blood. "

" it isn't mine. "

" what did you do ? "

[ sigh ] " what did you do ? "

" come on. have a taste. "

" holy shit, are you okay ? "

" it looks worse than it feels. "

" you should see the other guy. "

" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. "

" lean on me. "

" oh my god. oh my god, oh my god, what the fuck ? is that what i fucking think it is ? "

" . . . gross. "

[ standing over a body ] " oops. "

" is that a fucking body ? "

" look, i'm sorry, okay ? "

" what the hell happened ? "

" before you say anything, it wasn't me. "

" at least it wasn't me this time. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you pretend it isn't. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you wish it wasn't. "

" i'm not scared of you. "

" you don't scare me. "

" shut up and let me help you. "

" i got your shirt all bloody. "

" let's get you cleaned up. "

" that looks like it hurts. "

" i'm fine, just. . . give me a minute. "

" we are so fucked. "

" what the fuck is wrong with you ? "

" are you gonna help me clean it up or not ? "

" the fucker deserved it. "

" red looks good on you. "

" what the hell did you do ; tap - dance all over the body with ice - skates ? "

" what, did you run over the body with your car a couple times after ? "

" i. . . i didn't mean to. . . "

" sorry. fuck, i'm sorry. "

" this isn't what it looks like. "

" it was an accident. "

" motherfucker ran right into my knife, i swear. "

" people need to look both ways before crossing. . . bullets. "

" would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time ? "

" hey, look at me. i don't care. are you okay ? "

" they deserved it, right ? please tell me they deserved it. "

" you're bleeding. "

" what the fuck happened to you ? "

" you're getting blood on the carpet. "

" sit down before you fall down. "

" that looks like a you problem. "

𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

sender spits out a mouthful of blood at receiver's feet

sender spits out a mouthful of blood on receiver

receiver finds sender covered in blood

sender tries desperately to stop receiver's bleeding

sender helps receiver clean up after a kill

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with a washcloth

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with their thumb

sender licks receiver's blood off a knife

sender licks receiver's blood off their thumb

sender lights up a cigarette a foot away from someone they killed before offering one to receiver

receiver finds sender stood over a body

sender stitches up receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender digs their finger into receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender frantically checks receiver for injuries under all the blood

sender guides receiver's bloody hands under a faucet / water source and begins washing them clean

sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood

sender tilts receiver's head back to staunch a nosebleed

sender draws a smiley face out of the blood they spilled :)

receiver finds sender cleaning up a kill in a daze

sender looks receiver in the eye as they shoot / stab / kill someone

sender ruffles receiver's hair, getting blood all over their hand

sender gets some of receiver's blood on them and makes a face

sender flicks blood at receiver to annoy them

sender stomps in a pool of blood to splash it on receiver

sender slips in their victim's blood but receiver steadies them before they can fall

sender steadies receiver when they slip in the blood sender spilled

receiver comes home to sender covered in blood and waiting for them with all the lights off

sender spits out a tooth and it hits receiver

sender tries to wipe blood off receiver but the blood on their hands just makes it worse

sender takes an injury meant for receiver

sender shows up on receiver's doorstep covered in blood

sender sits down quietly next to receiver after receiver kills someone

sender punches receiver in the mouth

receiver watches sender lick the blood off their fingers like its cheeto dust

sender helps receiver bury a body

sender hugs receiver just to get their victim's blood all over them <3

sender hugs receiver just to get their blood all over them <3

sender leans on receiver for support

sender kills someone to protect receiver

receiver finds sender in a frenzy maiming a body after they've already killed it

sender kills someone and the blood spatters on receiver

receiver finds sender desperately trying to wash the blood off of themself

sender kisses receiver to taste the blood on their busted lip

sender shoots / stabs receiver non - fatally as a warning

[thedolorous]

"this place is in ruins. doubt we'll get a good sleep for bloody weeks." they've been in long barrow for maybe five whole minutes before edd starts to complain. he can't help it; keeps him young of the mind. he just has a lot of grievances. he sighs, sitting on a barrell, looking at his companion. "an' jon thinks we can handle this on our own? he's putting a lot of trust in us -- in me. i fear i'll be crushed under the crumblin' foundation. that'd be a shit way to go: crushed to death... becoming human goo." he wrinkles his nose. edd wraps his cloak around his shoulders.

"where do we even start?" of course, edd could think of a game plan. he may not be the smartest of the bunch, but he could advise and take charge when necessary. "feels like we should be focusing on other resources. o'course i trust jon. i owe him my life and then some... but this..." he looks around, seeing the disrepair. "seven hells. the stranger really looks upon us unkindly. maybe they don't even want us to win..." he could ramble for hours if left to his own devices. / @tymptir for grenn

[thedolorous]

has it always been this cold?

their boots crunch in the snow as they trek back toward castle black. already, it has been a long road, and edd has all but given up any hope. karl tanner broke him. his back aches with every step, swear forming on his brow even as he shivers, as he trembles. they didn't have enough time to get any supplies during their escape. edd winces, glancing down to his wrist, skin split from their restraints. is there actually any way they can make it back home? they wouldn't send another party out for them, not with their numbers dwindled.

his teeth chatter as they go to speak, but instead edd lets out a dull noise. "w---w---we're gonna die out here." he announces after a while, glancing back over his shoulder. "grenn... i---i don't want to f-f-fucking die out here." he's gaunt, bloodied. how long had they been prisoners? are they going the right way? but grenn was a ranger, he was made for this... edd was small, scrawny. "i d--d--don't want to become a bloody white walker." his voice breaks, and he finds himself too cold to really move any longer. edd falls to his knees in the snow, hugging himself. he bows his head, trying to focus on breathing, but it's hard when he's been beaten so badly that his chest aches with every breath. tanner... if they do live, edd is going to make sure he gets a few stabs into him. "i c---can't. i can't." / @tymptir for grenn

[soulrph]

𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙴𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝚃𝙾𝚄𝙲𝙷 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂.

i saw a post. i got excited. i got soft. i got inspired. bon appetit! ( P.S. as always, please do not add more content to this list!!! tell me and i will gladly add more and credit you for them!! )

[ KISS ]:     after having kissed the receiver, the sender gently rests their forehead against theirs, still holding them as they do so.

[ HUG ]:     having just hugged the receiver after some time apart, the sender touches their foreheads together as a sign of affection.

[ LOVE ]:     overcome with their love for the receiver, the sender touches their foreheads together.

[ GREETING ]:     the sender brings their forehead to rest against the receivers in a gesture of greeting.

[ GOODBYE ]:     as they’re bidding each other farewell for the foreseeable future, the sender gently touches their forehead against the receivers.

[ LISTEN ]:     in a bid to get the receiver to pay attention to them, the sender brings them close and presses their forehead against theirs.

[ RELIEF ]:     having lost sight of the receiver in an intense moment of danger, the sender spots them in the distance, and rushes to them, embracing them and resting their foreheads together out of sheer relief.

[ SAFE ]:     in an effort to prove to the receiver that they’re safe after a particularly traumatic incident, the sender gently rests their foreheads together in a gesture designed to be soothing and reassuring.

[ REAL ]:     after believing the receiver to be dead, the sender reunites with them, reaching out in disbelief, then touching their foreheads together to make sure that they’re real, and not a figment of their grief-stricken imagination.

[ ANCHOR ]:     in a moment where stress and anxiety are running high, the sender tries to ground the receiver by gently guiding them into a hug, resting their foreheads together to steady them.

[ COMFORT ]:     in a gesture designed to comfort the receiver after an emotional blow, the sender gently closes the distance between them, and touches their forehead against the receivers.

[ STUBBORN ]:     thoroughly exasperated by the receiver’s stubbornness, the sender exasperatedly, but fondly, pulls them in for a good old forehead touch.

[ AFFECTION ]:     as a fondly affectionate gesture, the sender brings the receiver forward and rests their foreheads together.

[ INTENSE ]:     in a moment where romantic tensions are running high, the sender leans forward to kiss the receiver for the first time, then changes their mind, and rests their foreheads together to disguise their original intentions.

[ EXHAUSTION ]:     having just overcome a massive obstacle (e.g. using a massive display of their powers, fighting through a sizable army, embarking on a perilous journey, writing up a PhD thesis etc.) the sender and receiver reunite, and the sender drops their head forward to rest against the receivers, thoroughly exhausted but glad to be reunited at last.

[edenmemes]

asoiaf: sword of storms starters

❝ why would the stars want to look down on one such as me? ❞ ❝ sometimes i think everyone is just pretending to be brave, and none of us really are. maybe pretending is how you get brave. ❞ ❝ come, curse me or kiss me or call me a liar. something. ❞ ❝ some battles are not won with swords and spears, others with quills and ravens. ❞ ❝ old stories are like old friends. you have to visit them from time to time. ❞ ❝ still, night falls for all of us in the end, and too soon for some. ❞ ❝ and i tell you truly, there is no man in all the world who will ever be half so true to you as me. ❞ ❝ there are fights no swords can win. ❞ ❝ nothing will happen to you. nothing. i could not stand it. ❞ ❝ in such troubled times, it is hard to know friend from foe. ❞ ❝ you hide behind courtesy as if it were a castle wall. ❞ ❝ why do i enrage you so? i’ve never done you harm that i know of. ❞ ❝ it seems to me that a ruler who trusts no one is as foolish as a ruler who trusts everyone. ❞ ❝ love’s not always wise, i’ve learned. it can lead us to great folly, but we follow our hearts…wherever they take us. ❞ ❝ only lies offend me, never honest counsel. ❞ ❝ it was never my wish to sow enmity between us. ❞ ❝ best you were taken to your bed for a long resting, until you are stronger. ❞ ❝ even brave men blind themselves sometimes, when they are afraid to see. ❞ ❝ no harm will come to you, you have my word on that. ❞ ❝ the worst is behind us. don’t be frightened. ❞ ❝ silence. have you forgotten who i am? ❞ ❝ there is something we must speak of. will you walk with me? ❞ ❝ you shall rise again, i am sure. a man like you. ❞ ❝ i am not a cruel man. you know me. ❞ ❝ the world grows a little darker every day. ❞ ❝ i have need of good counsel, and you never gave me less. ❞ ❝ you are a treacherous old rogue, but a good friend all the same. ❞ ❝ madness and greatness are two sides of the same coin. ❞ ❝ if you love me all so much, why are you still dressed? ❞ ❝ you’re mine. mine, as i’m yours. ❞ ❝ wars need not be fought until the last drop of blood. ❞ ❝ one voice may speak you false, but in many there is always truth to be found. ❞ ❝ when it comes to battle, discipline beats valour every time. ❞ ❝ sometimes the best thing you can do is nothing. ❞ ❝ it is too late for ifs, and too late for rescues. all that remains is vengeance. ❞ ❝ only blood can pay for blood. ❞ ❝ why do you hesitate? kill him, and be done. ❞ ❝ i will fall into those eyes and drown. ❞ ❝ harsh justice is still justice. ❞ ❝ i am cleverer than most, surely wits count for something. ❞ ❝ there’s a storm coming. a bad one. ❞ ❝ men will read all sorts of things into a knowing smile if you let them. ❞ ❝ the greatest fools are ofttimes more clever than the men who laugh at them. ❞ ❝ all these kings would do a deal better if they would put down their swords and listen to their mothers. ❞ ❝ you were made to be kissed, often and well. ❞ ❝ i walk alone with no true companion but tears. ❞ ❝ there is a savage beast in every man, and when you hand that man a sword or spear and send him forth to war, the beast stirs. ❞ ❝ there are fights no swords can win. ❞ ❝ here you are my guest, and safe from harm at my hands…this night, at least. ❞ ❝ i love the smell of you. i love your hair. i love your mouth, and the way you kiss me. ❞ ❝ i am alive, and drunk on sunlight. ❞ ❝ we look up at the same stars and see such different things. ❞ ❝ let them kill me. so long as i die fighting, a blade in hand. ❞ ❝ they are still behind us. they are taking us one by one. ❞ ❝ cry if you must. in your place, i would likely rip my hair out. ❞ ❝ would you wake me, please? i’m having this terrible nightmare. ❞ ❝ i know what it is like to love so greatly you can think of nothing else. ❞ ❝ if truth be told, i’m bored with your company. ❞ ❝ i am tired of fighting you. what say we make a truce? ❞ ❝ no man grows rich by kindness. ❞ ❝ it is well you did not lie to me. i would have known. ❞ ❝ the blood of my enemies i will shed gladly. the blood of innocents is another matter. ❞ ❝ i do not know who you are, and it may be that’s for the best. someone important, i fear. ❞ ❝ is every word you say a lie? ❞ ❝ why should i tell you my name? you haven’t told me yours. ❞ ❝ you are weak as a child, and no warrior. ❞ ❝ if i look back i am lost. ❞ ❝ if you lie to me, i will have your tongue. ❞ ❝ you’ve grown more amusing since last we met. ❞ ❝ i wonder if i might have a few private words? ❞ ❝ i dreamed a dream, no more. go back to sleep. ❞ ❝ this is a bad place, is it not? a dark place, and foul. ❞ ❝ i did not intend to give offence. forgive me. ❞ ❝ you have never feared to speak the truth, why do you lie to yourself? ❞ ❝ the music’s still playing. might i have this dance? ❞ ❝ your eyes give the lie to your tongue. ❞ ❝ let me go now. for our friendship, wish me luck and let me go ❞ ❝ a wise man never makes an enemy of a king. ❞ ❝ this must be our last time together. the danger is too great. ❞ ❝ some day try thinking before you speak. ❞ ❝ i have a dragon’s temper, that’s all. you must not let it frighten you. ❞ ❝ you must not be saying such things, even in jest. ❞ ❝ what we want is not always what we get. ❞ ❝ put up that sword now, unless you want to be hurt. ❞ ❝ sometimes a man knows more than he says. ❞ ❝ when i don’t fancy a man’s eyes, i put an arrow through one. ❞ ❝ my heart is full of doubts. ❞ ❝ in times like this, we must make do as best we can. ❞ ❝ i never dreamed how quick the sweet would turn to sour. ❞ ❝ my skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel. ❞ ❝ the stink of death is fresh on you. ❞ ❝ you have repaid betrayal with betrayal, let it end. ❞ ❝ the higher the man climbs the farther he has to fall. ❞ ❝ i was hoping one look at this sweet face of mine would be enough to persuade you all of my innocence. ❞ ❝ after all the storms we’ve suffered, you should trust me better. ❞ ❝ you can kill your enemies, but can you rule your friends? ❞ ❝ could there be honor in a lie, if it were told for a good purpose? ❞ ❝ i am the monster they all say i am. ❞ ❝ pray excuse me, i need to hit someone very hard with a sword. ❞ ❝ you did your best to kill me. perhaps i ought to return the favor. ❞ ❝ you do, don’t you? you take me for a fool. ❞ ❝ we’re all just songs in the end, if we’re lucky. ❞ ❝ there is a long league’s worth of difference between wilful and stupid. ❞ ❝ you…a man like you brings blood with him. ❞ ❝ when did i make so many enemies? ❞ ❝ i must be strong. if i despair, my grief will consume me. ❞ ❝ give me sweet lies, and keep your bitter truths. ❞ ❝ i know what it is to be betrayed by men you trusted. ❞ ❝ all my victories turn to dross in my hands. ❞ ❝ it is a pleasure to look on you again, even in such trying times. ❞ ❝ are you scared? have you lost your belly for fighting? ❞ ❝ you were so long, i feared something had gone amiss. ❞ ❝ any man who must say ‘i am king’ is no true king at all. ❞ ❝ always keep your foes confused. if they are never certain who you are or what you want, they cannot know what you are like to do next. ❞ ❝ small men curse what they cannot understand. ❞ ❝ if you’re lying to me again, you won’t be leaving here alive. ❞ ❝ it all goes back and back to our mothers and fathers and theirs before them. we are puppets dancing on the strings of those who came before us. ❞ ❝ when you know what a man wants you know who he is, and how to move him. ❞ ❝ a pure world. i do not belong here. ❞ ❝ you make me sorry that i am not the monster you would have me be. ❞ ❝ i crossed a thousand leagues to come to you, and lost the best part of me along the way. don’t tell me to leave. ❞ ❝ my big mouth will be the death of me, i swear it. ❞ ❝ we have suffered much, and there is more peril and more grief ahead. ❞ ❝ i…i suppose i earned that. ❞ ❝ begging for help never gets you any. ❞ ❝ you’re not made to lie. you blush and squeak and stammer. ❞ ❝ one day you must tell me all. the good and the bad. ❞ ❝ and there is stands, miserable as it is. my ancestral home. ❞ ❝ whatever i do, all i make is death and horror. ❞ ❝ it is safer to walk in darkness here. there are things you would not wish to see. ❞ ❝ you have a certain cunning, but the plain truth is you talk too much. ❞ ❝ that might have hurt me once, when i still felt pain. ❞ ❝ we will fight a battle, and then we will rest. alive or dead, we’ll rest. ❞ ❝ every man must die. but first he must live. ❞ ❝ all night i have been making songs for you in my head. ❞ ❝ my blood, my body, my songs, you own them all. ❞ ❝ if you lie i’ll punch your face. ❞ ❝ what a fight that was, and what a foe. ❞ ❝ be quiet. i will tell you when you can speak. ❞ ❝ forgive me. you have to forgive me. ❞ ❝ never lie to me. never betray me. ❞ ❝ there are two sorts of people. the players and the pieces. ❞ ❝ the only thing i value less than my life right now is yours. ❞ ❝ perhaps i should leave you here to rot if you’re going to be so discourteous. ❞ ❝ i hadn’t forgotten, though i hoped you had. ❞ ❝ i can still bite and kick. i’ll die with the taste of blood in my mouth, that’s something. ❞ ❝ you bray like an ass, and make no more sense. ❞ ❝ you do not belong here. this is not your place. ❞ ❝ i’m not going back to sleep. my head is all a tumult. ❞ ❝ some doors are best left closed. ❞ ❝ it does not matter how brave or brilliant a man is, if his commands cannot be heard. ❞ ❝ a man who fears battle wins no victories. ❞ ❝ you’re not half bad with a sword, but you’re not good enough to take on two hundred men by yourself. ❞ ❝ that is a good color on you. it goes well with your eyes. ❞ ❝ if blood is what you wish, then let it flow. ❞ ❝ i liked you well enough…but i never trusted you. a man needs to earn my trust. ❞ ❝ it is good to see you know who i am. ❞ ❝ i have told you no lies. yet there have been truths i have withheld. ❞ ❝ pardon me if i do not weep for you. ❞ ❝ you’ll find nothing here but death. ❞ ❝ don’t…don’t talk like this. you’re scaring me. ❞ ❝ you must be very brave or very stupid. ❞ ❝ i gave you the truth. you owe me the same. ❞ ❝ that loose tongue of yours will be your undoing. ❞ ❝ i must have fire in my eyes when i face them, not tears. ❞ ❝ it will take more than an arrow to kill you. ❞ ❝ the sound’s inside, it’s in here with us, and it’s getting louder. ❞ ❝ see? we know each other too well. ❞ ❝ you meddle in matters you do not understand. ❞ ❝ i have no luck. i have never had any bloody luck. ❞ ❝ do all gods feel so lonely? ❞ ❝ you are strangely quiet. how do you feel, i wonder? ❞ ❝ stop trying to think up ways to kill me. none of it will do you any bit of good. ❞ ❝ all you need to do is take my hand, come on. ❞ ❝ we’re together, just as you’ve always wanted, just as we’ve always planned. ❞ ❝ wars are won with quills and ravens. ❞ ❝ if only i had my sword, nothing could harm me. ❞ ❝ a valiant deed unsung is no less valiant. ❞ ❝ there are wolves in these woods, and worse things. ❞ ❝ say nothing of what we’ve discussed here today. to anyone. ❞ ❝ you’d best go. you’re making me angry. ❞ ❝ fear cuts deeper than swords. ❞ ❝ an ill-omened name. i have asked you not to use it. ❞ ❝ you cannot hide from me. come closer, now. ❞ ❝ there’s no cause for all these tears. ❞ ❝ it is good that you have woken, but you must give yourself time to heal. ❞ ❝ there is no honor in hiding and sneaking. ❞ ❝ come with me. we have to get away from here, and now. ❞ ❝ kings are falling like leaves this autumn. ❞ ❝ you don’t know half as much as you think you do. ❞ ❝ you seem so sombre. is aught amiss? ❞

[soulrph]

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆/𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆.

you long-suffering, endlessly patient angels get two memes today bc i deleted everything in my inbox on my rp blog and i made these memes to top off a solidly productive day! also, if you ever feel guilty about “not being productive” or having to delete drafts and memes in your tumblr life, DON’T! you’re wonderful and valid and your personal comfort and peace of mind is far more important than an overwhelming inbox or draft count! anyway, these are also self-serving, but also i feel no shame bc there’s an extreme lack of this very good vibe in my line of work, so here u go besties. DO NOT ADD ANYTHING TO THIS LIST!!

DATE UPDATED: 19/10/22

[ PIN ]:     sender pins the receiver to the ground and straddles them while training together.

[ SWORD ]:    sender invites the receiver to engage in sword fighting practice with them.

[ AIM ]:    sender and receiver go to target practice together (using any weapon of choice).

[ GUIDE ]:    sender readjusts the receiver’s stance and posture with their hands while training together.

[ STRIKE ]:    sender aims a blow (via either their fists or their weapon) at the receiver.

[ BLOCK ]:    sender blocks an on-coming attack from the receiver.

[ ARMOR ]:     sender helps to show the receiver how to wear and take care of their armor.

[ PREPARE ]:     sender guides the receiver through some pre-battle stretching exercises.

[ CHALLENGE ]:    sender challenges the receiver to a sparring match/actual fight.

[ TEND ]:    sender and receiver tend to one another’s wounds in the aftermath of a fight.

[ RESTRAIN ]:    sender physically restrains the receiver from attacking someone else.

[ FEND ]:    sender adopts a defensive position that stops the receiver from launching an attack on them.

[ PUNCH ]:    sender punches the receiver (to an unknown degree of success or failure).

[ KICK ]:     sender launches a kick at the receiver (to an unknown degree of success or failure).

[ TACKLE ]:    sender physically tackles the receiver during a fight.

[ DRAG ]:     sender physically drags or carries the receiver away from a fight.

[ UP ]:     sender extends a hand to the fallen receiver to help them to their feet after a fight/sparring match.

[ BACK ]:    sender stands behind the receiver while in the midst of battle in order to help them fight off their enemies.

[ ARRIVE ]:     just as the receiver is about to lose hope and become defeated, the sender arrives at the last minute to help them fight their enemies.

[ EXTRA ]:    sender hands the receiver a spare weapon during a fight to give them a better chance after they break or lose their own.

[ WALL ]:     sender slams the receiver against a wall during a fight/sparring match.

[ COVER ]:    sender lunges forward to throw their body over the receiver and shield them from harm during a fight.

[ POWER ]: sender and/or receiver use their powers during a sparring match in order to develop and enhance their abilities.

[ UNLEASH ]: sender, while fighting with the receiver during a physical confrontation, uses their powers in an effort to gain the upper hand.

[thedolorous]

“Don’t ask me to take sides between you and him.” ( from Grenn ) / @tymptir

"s'obvious that m'the right one," edd all but huffs, moping in front of his breakfast. he knows that look in grenn's eyes -- and he doesn't fucking like it. he wonders, quietly, if grenn would have chosen jon, and this was his way of communicating that to him. of course, dolorous edd gets caught up in his thoughts. . . and yet, he remembers the way he and grenn built fires, huddled for warmth, tended each others' wounds as best they could. desperate for survival. he sighs, eyes drifting to look at jon eating with sansa.

jon will leave, and edd can't believe it. he'd thought grenn would feel the same, especially after what they all have seen and done together. alas, grenn remains neutral. and thus edd laments. "what a shit life." he laughs, weakly, quietly. "if alliser thorne weren't already dead, i'd kill him." he bows his head over, letting the potato stew's aroma soothe him as best as it could.

"... guess that just leaves us now." edd has not received his promotion yet, none the wiser to jon snow's plans. he purses his lips together. "c'mon, you won't even say that i'm right? hells, grenn. you sure know how to make a man feel heard."

[evansyhelp]

✧ ASK MEMES   —   BLACK SAILS 3.01 - 3.05. Content Warnings: piracy, blood, injury, violence, death, religion. Change pronouns/titles to fit!

“You came all the way from (place) just to be upset with me?”

“Any promise made beside the word “forever” is no more than a lie agreed upon. There is no forever.”

“Don’t treat me like I’m someone else.”

“I’m on your fucking side of this, same as I’ve always been.”

“Your days of approaching unannounced are behind you.”

“I’m suggesting it’s time we take you out of harm’s way.”

“This crew has spilled a great deal of blood to make your name what it is. It doesn’t belong to you.”

“It’s worse than I feared. The wound should’ve been far further along towards quieting itself.”

“We need to get out of here.”

“I am the one they come to here when they need things, want things, fear things. In another time and another place, they would call me a queen.”

“I built this from nothing. And none of it is real.”

“You saying this ain’t real?”

“Don’t ask me to take sides between you and him.”

“We’re not fighting, and we’re not surrendering. So what are we doing?”

“When we reach that weather, we’re gonna be taking on water down here.”

“This is only the beginning. Something else is coming.”

“I am here in part to secure my own future. I will not apologise for that.”

“I know there is one thing we share. We both love her.”

“We got our share of useless fucks on this crew. You ain’t one.”

“What part of ‘let us take care of you’ did you not understand?”

“Ask me what you want to ask me.”

“Why, in God’s name, would I trust you?”

“If you think I’ve been sitting around, waiting for an apology all this time, I don’t know what to tell you.”

“I believe that in this moment, you cannot fathom leaving me. But if we are honest with each other, you and I both know…”

“Not that I anticipate it will alter your behaviour in any way, but you should know I do not approve of this.”

“We haven’t done enough for you? You turn your back on us now?”

“If you’re going to behave like children, then I will be your daddy.”

“One of us a liar, alright, but it sure as fuck isn’t me.”

“If you’re not strong enough to do what needs to be done, then I’ll do it for you.”

“Sooner or later, it will be time for you and I to go our separate ways.”

“When you and I began, you did not choose me. Something that lives inside you beyond choice made it so.”

“Our roads are going to diverge. Let it be now so we may not live in fear of it.”

“I trust you.”

“Were you me, would you wager the lives of all those in your care on the word of a pirate?”

“I was just gonna say ‘I’ll see you soon,’ but that would probably be a lie, wouldn’t it?”

“I am to leave you behind?”

“No, no, no. Nothing is inevitable here.”

“We share a common enemy. Does that not make us friends?”

“For as long as I have known you, you have been two wholly different men.”

“What I have done so thoroughly pales in comparison to what you did before me.”

“How did you get that scar?”

“So we change our names for a bit. Who gives a shit?”

“We did it. We beat the fucking game. Walk another half mile, we get in that boat, and we win. And you wanna go back?”

[thedolorous]

can't fucking read, he says. does he think i fucking can? / @tymptir

[kitsn0w]

Edd’s ‘wtf’ face when Jon hands over command (requested)

[amourmemes]

❥   𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬  𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞  𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫  .

credit  to  @sour-apple-studios  .  tw  for  mature  topics  .

❛  turning  back  isn’t  an  option  .  ❜ ❛  you  must  return  home  ,  even  if  it  kills  you  .  ❜ ❛  you  left  everything  i  promised  you  .  ❜ ❛  your  heart  grows  heavy  .  ❜ ❛  despite  how  dangerous  your  love  is  .  ❜ ❛  i  feel  like  you’re  the  only  one  who  truly  cares  .  ❜ ❛  let  me  do  what  is  best  for  you  .  ❜ ❛  what  am  i  doing  ?  ❜ ❛  this  is  not  who  i  am  .  ❜ ❛  we  have  forgotten  who  we  are .  ❜ ❛  you  found  it  in  your  heart  not  to  fight  .  ❜ ❛  after  everything  i  have  done … ❜ ❛  i  know  you  cannot  forgive  me  .  ❜ ❛  please  do  not  forget  me  .  ❜ ❛  promise  me  you  will  save  us  .  ❜ ❛  promise  me  i  won’t  die  here  .  ❜ ❛  you’re  skin  and  bones  !  ❜ ❛  sooo !  how  does  it  taste  ?!  ❜ ❛  well  ,  this  is  embarrassing  …  ❜ ❛  show  them  your  sunny  side  ! ❜ ❛  i  put  a  lot  of  sweat  ‘n  blood  into  this  thing  .  ❜ ❛  your  funeral  .  ❜ ❛  so  what’ll  it  be  ?  ❜ ❛  what  ?  no  .  ❜ ❛  listen  ,  bucko  .  as  much  as  i  admire  you  trying  to  get  yourself  killed  ,  don’t  .  ❜ ❛  i  just  don’t  have  the  heart  to  care  for  stupid  questions  .  ❜ ❛  lucky  for  us  ,  we  have  forever  .  ❜ ❛  i’d  say  your  time  here  is  limited  .  ❜ ❛  personally  ?   i  kinda  want  them  dead  .  ❜ ❛  someone’s  gotta  do  it  .  ❜ ❛  what’s  with  that  look  ?  ❜ ❛  aw  ,  gotta  family  waiting  for  you  ?  ❜ ❛  that’s  cute  .  ❜ ❛  you  look  pretty  miserable  .  ❜ ❛  i  told  you  not  to  get  too  close  ! ❜

[thedolorous]

THE MUTINY AT CRASTER’S KEEP the headcanon

content warning: torture, death, ptsd, suicide ideation

JEOR MORMONT is dead.  long live the nine-hundred-and-ninety-seventh lord commander of the night’s watch.  after being starved and worked like dogs in craster’s keep, many of the brothers have had enough. KARL TANNER starts the mutiny, but RAST is the first to attack the lord commander… YOU fight but are quickly outnumbered – men who you have served besides for years have attacked you, have pinned you to the ground, have bound you and beat you. 

you SEETHE with a rage you did not know you can access. anger consumes you as you’re dragged away to a tent, the smell of pig shit thick in the air. they keep you CHAINED to a post, and you cannot escape. grenn and whoever’s left – the small group of you – know that this is bad. you just don’t know how much of a NIGHTMARE it will truly be.

they starve you, and you’re freezing most of the time, trying to huddle up against grenn for warmth even though the two of you are not close enough. karl starts picking you off one by one, and you hear the screams. sleep doesn’t come easy as the days continue. you can’t tell if the screams are real or in your mind, if they’re part of your dreams or your reality. time slowly becomes irrelevant. they feed you (barely), you talk to grenn to keep your sanity, and you hear the screaming. your anger dissipates to frustration, to exhaustion, and little by little you are torn. the situation grows more dire every day. 

your day has come. they grab you violently and throw you down in front of tanner, who sits smugly on craster’s chair. he likes to think he looks HIGH AND MIGHTY, but all you see is a man desperate to be important. you say as much, and it earns you a few punches. you decide you will not go out like a coward; you are strong. even if this terrifies you to your core, you will die with your honor, with your pride… but tanner has no intentions of killing you. not yet. you goad him, you try to egg him on, but he tells you:  YOU WILL DIE WHEN I SAY YOU CAN DIE, DOLOROUS EDD.  DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME? 

they remove your shirt, and you protest. you see a strip of leather, and then you feel it against your skin. the first hit burns you like fire, the stinging rippling through you. it’s the first hit of many. you lose count after twenty, and eventually you’re screaming, unable to hold it in when they break flesh, when they hit welts already made. tanner decides you’ve had enough when you’ve broken down into sobs. you’re thrown to craster’s women to have your back patched up, and grenn asks too many questions when you’re limply dragged back into the tent. 

you’re feverish over the next few days, barely coherent. eventually reality comes back to you, and you cry as you tell grenn what happened. he gently taps your foot with his and promises you’ll be okay.  you’re not sure anymore.  your resolve is breaking. 

they take grenn the day after that, and you’re inconsolable.  NO! NO, PLEASE –  but there are no gods, not where you are. ( and if they do exist, they don’t care about you. ) you can’t hear anything from the tent. you imagine the worst, until they drag grenn back to you. the two of you are destined to suffer the most, and you do. 

soon enough, you two are the only who remain out of the original group of loyalists, and yet you still do not die. you’ve begun to beg tanner every time you’re brought into the keep. it’s gotten to you, settled in your head like a nasty parasite. you remain on your knees when they chain you back in the tent.  KILL ME, YOU COWARD! FUCKING KILL ME ALREADY!

there’s no hope, not for you, not as the weeks have continued. no one’s coming for you and grenn, and you finally admit defeat. you sob quietly, body bent forward. you try to figure out a way to off yourself – but you can’t. there’s no way out of this. you are BROKEN… until grenn talks you down. he’s got an idea that might just be crazy enough to work. 

one of craster’s wives comes to feed you – you don’t know any of their names except gilly, and you haven’t bothered to try and know them. you and grenn sweet talk her into releasing the chains. then you promise her you’ll return, that you’ll rescue them from karl, from rast. the two of you grab little supplies as you run off into then night, your cloaks nowhere to be seen. CRASTER’S KEEP is six-hundred miles from CASTLE BLACK.

it’s a long and brutal way home. your legs give out at some point, and then grenn’s – and you both consider just dying in the snow. it’s spite that keeps you alive; you hate when people like tanner win. you and grenn hold onto each other for dear life. you anchor each other. you are SURVIVORS. you will survive. finally, finally, you hear the horn. once. they know you’re friends. you stumble in, and jon grabs you – and the next thing you know is darkness. 

you don’t need days to recover, but maester aemon commands you to rest. he details your injuries and cleans your back and your raw wrists. for the first few days, you are too tired to dream. the nightmares come not much longer afterward. there is a haunted look in your eyes, and you try to keep even more to yourself than you did before. you hide behind your sarcasm because it is what people want to see; they don’t look at you and see a damaged man, even with extent of your injuries… you hide them from the others. you don’t want to create an unnecessary burden for them. 

there are times when you crawl into grenn’s bed and cry. no one else understands, not even jon. the memories remain, and the scars are a symbol of your suffering: your back is messed up, your wrists have dark circles around it, and there are various other wounds on your person.  to you, they matter, but they also don’t. you focus on becoming a better brother of the night’s watch. you don’t trust ANYONE anymore; it’s just feels hopeless, but that goes away in time. the nightmares come less and less, but you will always feel like a part of you is missing: 

YOU MAY NEVER BE WHOLE AGAIN. 

[crownmemes]

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