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Self-Knowledge-Questions

TENDERNESS

You are not afraid of the sufferings and sorrows of other people, even when they are acted out in unappealing ways. Beneath even defensiveness and self-righteous behaviour, you know that deep down people need nurturing and consolation. One danger is being naive about people’s dark sides. But at your best you know you can be mean yourself, which helps you to sympathise. You bring strength and forgiveness where other people might panic.

INDEPENDENCE

You don’t set out to be different for its own sake; you are more easily guided by what interests and moves you. You are more concerned about what is right for you than about the pressure to fit in. In sex you are more aware than others of impulses which are not entirely conventional. You know the value of selective irresponsibility, of forgetting occasionally about being ‘good’.

AGGRESSION

One part of your character is anger in all its forms: frustration, outrage – and when anger is suppressed – bitterness, grumpiness, and bodily aches. Fundamentally, frustration comes from hope: you get upset because you expect your life will be more than a valley of tears. One way to deny aggression is to direct it inwards, as self-criticism. But you’re at your best when you acknowledge anger, and act it out clearly and in a focused way, with honour.

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Godly Parent Quiz

Tagged by: @txghut

Your godly patron is Artemis, goddess of the moon, the hunt, wilderness, chastity, maidenhood, archery and childbirth.

Hunters are extremely close-knit and form strong bonds with those they hang out with daily. They will die for people who are just like them. You are probably very suspicious of outsiders, especially those who might harm your group. You are also mature, and often the voice of reason and calm to others. You have a natural talent for smoothing out discord, and you also give pretty sound advice. You also have a knack for getting out of trouble, the rare instances that you're in it that is. Artemis represents all that is wild and mysterious, and you might have distinct sides to your personality people are not usually privy to. Much like the Hunt/Moon duality of Artemis, Hunters of Artemis can be enthusiastic, athletic, and in-tune with nature; or they can be calm, soothing and mysterious. However, sometimes your perspective can be narrow, and when circumstances do not fit your unique view, you can brutally shut down the other person. When disrespected, you can become harsh and unforgiving.

Qualities:

Maturity, protectiveness, camaraderie, reason, harmony, athletic, outgoing, wild, unforgiving

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Game of Thrones Quotes

A mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge.

Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not.

Can a man still be brave if he's afraid?

Fear cuts deeper than swords.

Winter is coming.

When you play a game of thrones you win or you die.

Most men would rather deny a hard truth than face it.

The things we love destroy us every time, lad. Remember that.

Death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities.

What is honor compared to a woman's love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms . . . or the memory of a brother's smile?

Why is it that when one man builds a wall, the next man immediately needs to know what's on the other side?

When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives.

And I have a tender spot in my heart for cripples and bastards and broken things.

If I look back I am lost.

Nothing burns like the cold.

Once you’ve accepted your flaws, no one can use them against you.

Laughter is poison to fear.

Every flight begins with a fall.

Oh, my sweet summer child.

Different roads sometimes lead to the same castle.

Life is not a song, sweetling. Someday you may learn that, to your sorrow.

What do we say to the Lord of Death?

Not today.

Give me honorable enemies rather than ambitious ones, and I'll sleep more easily by night.

The things I do for love.

Remember, whatever the price...I'll beat it! I like living!

Do the dead frighten you?

They say night's beauties fade at dawn, and the children of wine are oft disowned in the morning light.

You've got a bold tongue.

The lies we tell for love.

No one mocked him in his bedchamber, but he would not live his life in bed.

In real life, the hardest aspect of the battle between good and evil is determining which is which.

I'm not afraid to die.

Power tastes best when sweetened by courtesy.

When I see what honesty and honor have won you, I understand why.

I hate your stupid stories.

I made no threats, that was a promise.

Searching is not finding.

Give me a good, clean death any day.

The gods mock the prayers of kings and cowherds alike.

The grave casts long shadows.

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The name knocks on his ears holding a simple fact. The fact being that this name, his real name, was far more welcoming than ’ Bloodsong. ’ Foreign, sure, but fair. Intriguing, almost.

 “   Ah, I see.   ” 

 Yet another pause. 

“   It’s a nice name. Y-You’re real name, I mean. Yi Tish.   ”

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Mistakes may have been made. "Have you... have you never heard of Yi Ti?"

"I meant it was an Yi Tish name, not that it was actually my name." He let himself have a pause, already feeling a slight sense of self-induced exasperation. "My name is Song. Yúnxiè Song."

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“The only way we’re gonna make it through this is if we trust each other."

the 100 sentence starters| accepting

“And what makes you think you deserve my trust? There is no we.”

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“Loose tongue? Then let me speak with my knife, see how you like that.”

Spite was the only word that could characterize the words coming out of her mouth, spite and malice, combined with frightening serenity. When the other called her a stranger, a chuckle escaped from her lips. How ironic, that Essosi fuck was in the land of her birth, yet he called her a stranger.

“You’re the fucking stranger. You Essosi have no place here.”

Fiona removed her dagger and clutched with her right hand. The assassin’s green eyes met with his black ones, eyes full of scorn for the foreign man.

“I wonder if men from Essos bleed the same as Westerosi…”

Left hand holding the other dagger, she approached him with slow steps, while slyly smirking.

“Guess there’s only one way to find out.”

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Bloodsong was tired, though only mentally so. 

Essosi. While he was no stranger to anti-foreigner sentiment, he cannot stand being forced to claim a land that isn’t his own. Esossi, Essosi. How many times would he have to deal with this stupid nationalism? It was only worth something if you had a land to be proud of, and he most definitely did not count Westeros as a land like that. Essosi! The Yi Tish fighter met the Westerosi’s eyes with a deep disdain, already clearly viewing her as unworthy of his time. Why should he even bother? You Essosi have no place here!

“I am from Yi Ti, Westerosi, not Essos!” She’d shown that introductions weren’t a concern of hers, so he won’t bother gracing her with a name of his. She didn’t deserve it yet. “Try and commit it to memory, if your mind can handle such a thing.”

Her approach is slow, something akin to predatory, but he’s been approached with killing intent before. This is still his life, and he reacted accordingly, his hands coming up and out in defense. “You aren’t the first to try, and you won’t be the last. Come, let’s see how you dance.” He preferred his spear, but he can fight without it.

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KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. ( PLEASE REPOST, DO NOT REBLOG! )

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1. BASICS

NAME: Jackson/Jax PRONOUNS: They/He SEXUALITY: *noncommittal hand-waving gesture* ZODIAC SIGN:  Aquarius TAKEN OR SINGLE: Single THREE FACTS : 

I’m currently in college, majoring in Studio Art. It’s like, rewarding, but switching into Art Mode really makes it hard to get writing done.

I’m super Avoidant, so it influences my lack of ooc posts here. 

I’m a fan of a series of games(Parappa) that hasn’t had a sequel since 2001! I mean, that sequel got updated and put on the PS4, but it’s not the same.

2. EXPERIENCE

HOW LONG (MONTHS/YEARS?): I started Facebook RP July 16, 2011(day after last HP movie), so it’ll be 5 years next month? PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: Well, Facebook was the first real one. After leaving that, I came over to Tumblr for rping, did some Twitter rp for maybe a month or so, then I started rping on Deviantart some time last year. Skype’s been my constant platform-wise over the years, and I’ve also rped in Cards Against Humanity games. 
BEST EXPERIENCE: Tumblr, but that’s super relative.

3. MUSE  PREFERENCES

FEMALE OR MALE: I tend to go back and forth, though I do also have several muses with other gender identities. Community-wise it’s generally been easier for me to play male muses because of interactions and the like. Anything besides that and I’ve had some kinda bad experience, I guess. MULTI OR SINGLE: Single. Blog-hopping’s tedious, but I figure none of my muses mesh well enough to stay on a single blog together. Plus, I like having separate themes for each muse.

4.  WRITING  PREFERENCES

FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: Angst is easiest, I can only concentrate on fluff if I’m comfortable with your muse, and you’d be waiting for like a month reply-wise if I ever did a smut rp. The muse for that comes and goes with the tide, but angst is eternal.

PLOTS OR MEMES:  I kinda prefer memes, but only because I have trouble talking to new people, and memes give a good starting point for most interactions. If I’m comfortable with you, though, I’m almost never not up for plotting.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: Both, but I lean towards short ones cause it’s hard to bring myself to write multiple paragraphs somedays. It’s no fault of any of my partners, I’m just slow as hell.

BEST TIME TO WRITE: When my thoughts are buzzing because I’ve been trying to get to sleep for hours; after I’ve dealt with something super inspiring(a book/videogame/movie); inbetween bursts of drawing.


ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): Going by the three most recent(Mike from TWDG, Bloodsong and Beskha from TTGOT)? I’m gonna say kinda. Each one of them has like, maybe one or two shared traits, but it’s not enough for me to go “yeah, me and [muse name] have so much in common”. That gets draining real quick~

TAGGING: no-one

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@fiona-frost

“Priests?’’ She chuckled. ‘’You don’t look like a fucking priest to me.”

Her disdain for the foreign man was clear, he looked ridicilous in her eyes, what with his flamboyant appearance and hair. Fiona wondered if he was a fighter, or a bed slave. She crossed her arms.

“You look like some Essosi whore.”

He was right about one thing -this land was indeed a shithole. If it hadn’t been, killers like her wouldn’t be allowed to roam freely and murder people. She didn’t see the need, nor the use of telling her name to the Essosi stranger.

“I don’t see the point of introducing myself to some foreign stranger. Unless you want me to introduce myself with my blade…”

I’m not even from Essos. He honestly doesn’t know why he has to deal with this sort of thing, just when he was trying to be alone, but he is not at all up for tolerating this. Especially after that whore comment. “And you look like a know-nothing Westerosi bitch with a loose tongue. How long do you plan on spitting out whatever comes to mind?”

Whoever– no, whatever the fuck she was, Bloodsong wanted nothing to do with her. “I have no time for irrelevant strangers. Leave.” Were he up for an unnecessary fight, he would’ve actually brought his spear with him. Next time he wouldn’t let himself be caught flat-footeda dangerous thought, you’ve started acting as though you could be safe. The fighter watched her closely, not wanting to turn his back on someone so obviously untrustworthy.

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SEND A 🎸 I WILL GENERATE A NUMBER FOR WHAT MY MUSE SAYS TO YOURS.

numbers: ( 1 - 202  ) link to generator: here content: song’s of the 80′s ( adult content / feel free to change pronouns )

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A pause. 

“   Ah, right…right, of course. Terribly sorry.   “

“   I just don’t really know how it, uh…works there, and all.   “

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"It's just a name I got in the pits, while my actual name is Yi Tish." In origin, he means.

He'll make an attempt to be civil. Just this once.

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up for a threesome with rodrik and asher forrester?

“I said I respected them, not that I wanted to fuck them.”

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How big is Asher's dick.

That wasn’t even a question.

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"Would you like to hold him, Song?" A baby in his hands, rather small when pressed against Asher's chest. His second son, Dorran, who had not uttered a peep, who had not screamed as most babes do. "Can you--?" He has grown to not doubt Song and his songs. He is scared for his child, and if there was wrong then surely Song could hear it.

Ah, again with the child-holding.

Song figured Asher would learn that he was still… averse to dealing with children, but the Forrester didn’t stop shoving these babies towards him, only lessening the frequency of his requests. Which was a start, at least. He’s quite ready to reject the offer when he notices how Asher follows up the familiar request.

He was worried.

Carefully scooping Dorran into his arms, Song kept his focus upon the small bundle as he made sure to adjust him properly. He’d practiced with Gregor, on occasion, but the secondborn was easier to deal with for some reason. “Is there a reason you brought him to me?” Hearing it aloud would help, but there’s a hint of mirth in his tone. I’m not a maester. The child sounded fine to him, but he wouldn’t look up at Asher just yet, his expression attempting to stay unreadable.

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How did it feel to watch Asher sacrifice himself for family? Did you enjoy seeing his fear become masked by false bravery? You should have seen him die. Killed like some dog, passed around to be shared.

It would have been better to kill him, if he had to die so soon.

“It wasn’t something to be enjoyed.” A death like that served no real purpose, and the mutilation that followed was a grave insult that still left a bitter echo in his thoughts. How many times could he deal with Beskha screaming? He knew it affected her strongly, and while he couldn’t dream of feeling that much, what he did feel was too much to ignore. Bloodsong was not one to grieve.

But he is one to get angry, and that’s all he’s had for some time. It’s wrong of him to do, but he can’t help blaming this on Asher, especially after their talks on the boat. What a hypocrite, he wanted to scream at them. Disapproving of my need for an honorable death, then going ahead and letting himself get killed by the very people he brought us there to slaughter! Even now, it’s enough to tinge the edges of his vision an inviting crimson, but he fails to realize that his eyes are also reddening.

He can’t admit that didn’t want Asher to die that way. Not aloud.

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How did it feel watching the distress and sorrow in Asher's face when he was forced to leave his big brother behind?

Everyone has to leave loved ones behind at some point. Asher isn’t special.

While Song does recognize that it was quite the shitty situation to lose a relative in, he’s still having trouble bringing himself to have a concrete feeling about it. Death just… happens. None of them can change that.

“I wasn’t watching his face. That was just something he had to deal with.”