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the semi-haitus should have been changed to hiatus-- however is now back to semi.
i will be highly selective with my roleplay partners and may not be active for days at a time seeing i’ve created and ethan forrester & jesse turner.
a head of auburn hair, with curls that whisp around a delicate featured face; blue hues underneath pale lids move in his sle- ep, the breaths he takes in, not the one he smells. for his wo- lf prowls in the darkness, eyes adjusted and accustomed to such lighting. he can smell pine, dirt and snow. a wonderful barrage of touch and smell, sight and hearing cascade over his sleeping form.
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personal interpretation of A Song Of Ice And Fire
Don’t usually post work in progress photos… BUT I’m loving this haha so here you go! Bran Stark with his Dire Wolves in color pencil on toned paper. A commission I started a little while ago.
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roleplays all dem little lords.
the semi-haitus should have been changed to hiatus-- however is now back to semi.
i will be highly selective with my roleplay partners and may not be active for days at a time seeing i’ve created and ethan forrester & jesse turner.
BONES OF IRONWOOD.
❝ . . . I don't like it when he hurts you Sansa. ❞ ( brings back our AU with menical laughter in the distance. )
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If she could hide the bruises from him, she would, but no amount of powder could hide what he already knew. And he always waited for her when the King summoned her, leaving no time for her handmaidens to shield the marks left on porcelain skin. Still, she does her best to shield the true extent of the damage that scars not just he body but mind as well. It is only when she is certain he cannot hear or is asleep that she lets herself cry, for she must be strong for him. She must keep him safe. If she misbehaves, does not please Joffrey, he’ll hurt Bran. Sansa knows he will. And she will not let that happen.
So she powders her face well, carefully hiding each blemish, and she paints a smile on her face for the world to see. They need not know how much she screams within; they would not care even if they could hear. They don’t ever care. Not when she is nothing more than a traitor’s daughter who should be grateful to still be betrothed to the King - but he is cruel and heartless and fear claims her heart when her mind wanders to what married life shall mean for her. But King’s Landing is a placed of masked faces upon display. And no one likes an ugly mask. Smiles, and powder, and soft spoken words, and courtesies. She must always remember those. And she does. It was no longer merely her safety on the line. A Stark must be brave. A wolf always protects it’s pack. A wolf cowered not in the face of violence and bloodthirsty lions. A wolf she must be. A wolf she had always been. But King’s Landing called for the mask of a bird… and Sansa always played her part well.
❝ His Grace is merciful, Bran. I promise, it looks worse than it is. ❞
he hates it, he hates everything about it and no amount of rage & hate for the boy king seems to do anything; no action bran - has made, makes joffrey stop. nothing works and all brandon can do is scream in the confines of his own mind, as a howl jo- ins the chorus, guttural and feral. he is much more than a boy though others lack to see what he is, his sister knows; she has always known since the dreams had started that her brother - was more than they would ever know, and it was best that th- ey did not, it was for his safety but in the end . . . bran wanted to rip apart joffrey for harming his sister, for toying with her as if it was his right.
legs that function pace back and forth across tan stone, the l- ight of kingslanding sun, hits his back through an open balcony and though its warmth should comfort him; it does no such th- ing but remind him the day he and his two sisters had arrived at the capitol, that they were nothing but pawns and hostages to be used against others that would seek to undermine the - throne.
though he grows wise, his anger and child like emotions riddle his body and mind. he has just as any other child outbursts -- now more than ever with the constant eyes following his every movement. he couldn't climb any longer, a source of amuse- ment and freedom; it was stripped from him, and he no longer felt like the boy who could map every inch of winterfell on the back of his hand. he was bound and chained to stone, wings pierced to the ground, bloody and wounded.
❝ . . . 'his grace' is a m o n s t e r. ❞
the semi-haitus should have been changed to hiatus-- however is now back to semi.
i will be highly selective with my roleplay partners and may not be active for days at a time seeing i've created and ethan forrester & jesse turner.
young lord of ironrath; son, brother, twin, music & books rather than a sword and shield.
ind. ethan forrester from telltale’s game for a game of thrones; SPOILER WARNING. i am aware of what there is to know of ethan, and when you follow you are likely to hear much if not all about him, the good and bad and they may contain spoilers; if you wish to not see them, i do not suggest following— come back when you’ve played/seen the gameplay.
mun is named wally, former BRAN STARK, and a game of thrones ORIGINAL CHARACTER; along with JESSE TURNER from supernatural and many others.
❝Stop fighting, boy!❞ It got harder and harder to take care of the two wolf pups every day. They were noisy and full of discontent for their current positions. Sandor wanted to keep them safe — at least part of him did, the other part of him wanted to leave them on the hill and ride off on his own — but every day, they seemed to hate him more and more.
What were they to think? This man, the hound had once been the 'loyal dog', of the boy king that to Brandon spewed nothing but vile things from his lips, and had little to no care for the people he reign- ed over but himself. What if he was fooling them? He had taken them, the two children who would fight tooth and nail to stay with each other, than to be separated. Which for now Sandor was not doing. ❝ You can't just pick me up like this! ❞ He shouts, more of a growl than anything, like an angry wolf pup, hitting his fists into Sandor's back as he nearly kicks the man, though he knows if he did that he could easily be dropped-- for he had struck the younger boy's sister after she attempted to smash his face in with a rock.
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