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things you can find in beths sketches 1/??

#everyone that leaves has a heavy heart — edits

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bastardslocke‌:

“we can only hope.” hope, against the ever-turning wheel of time. the futile, oh so human desire to slow and stop and live forever. but forever is not to be. it never has been: they had their time. now DEATH was on its way to claim them. oh, and the gods. the gods and their callous games, their toying. their neediness, craving worship and images and food and wine and life and death - the many faced god had wanted so much from her that she had forsaken him. the old gods of the north… they did not care, no, but they asked for little in return. the forests became her gods’ domain. would they want to claim her? “that would make all of us unworthy, my lady. and i do not think that is so.”

THE IDEA OF DEATH wasn't one that crossed her mind often. she'd felt so safe in winterfell for the majority of her life. recent years had become a whirlwind of terror and tragedy. it made her wonder if it had always been fated to be this way, or if they'd done something along the way to anger the gods that were meant to protect them. perhaps it was an unfaithful, morbid way of thinking; still, she couldn't refuse the unsteady feeling in her bones every time she thought about the things that ruled their lives. " i'm quite worried for what the future holds. " she admitted, nodding her head slightly, eyes dancing around them. she'd never thought she'd ever leave winterfell under these circumstances. if it weren't for the sword at their throats, she would've been delighted to experience life outside of what was routine. " but i don't think everyone is going to die. "

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ofoldtown‌:

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satin worried at his bottom lip with his teeth, wondering what on earth he was going to do. the lord commander was busy, satin knew that, and he knew to forgive his lapses in thought when the lives of thousands laid seemingly on his shoulders. the library at dragonstone was far more well stocked than the one at castle black and he knew he had to get the book jon had asked for somehow. that didn’t help the fact that satin had never had anyone teach him his letters, and looking at the spines of the books, they may as well have all been in high valyrian for the amount that satin could make sense of them.

he could feel his eyes welling up with tears at the frustration he felt and realised that he was going to have to embarrass himself in front of one of the other noble blooded patrons of the library. he already felt like such an imposter here, dressed in his blacks, with a bastard’s surname and a past that would make any self respecting aristocrat turn up their nose. now he was going to have to admit to being illiterate in front of the beautiful dressed woman reading by the window. “my lady. do you, uh, do you have a moment? i was wondering if you could help me…”

ALWAYS AN EAGER BOOKWORM, beth had found herself taking great liberty of the amount of literature at her fingertips at dragonstone. there were books here that she'd never seen at winterfell, and her curiosity drove her to dive into them. already having gone through two books, she was sitting by the window for what felt like hours working through a third when she hears a soft voice speaking to her. gentle eyes raise from the pages of her literature, resting upon delicate features. her head tilted, a sweet smile blossoming on her lips. she recognized the black clothing as being a member of the nights' watch. she guessed his being here likely related to the night king ascending on them.

" not at all, " she chirped, turning herself to face him, closing her book and resting her hands on her lap. ever the sweet little lady, she smiled fondly at him. she had no hatred for anyone on the island. she didn't know them; there was no way to determine how she felt until she experienced first hand the reality of their character. she could try to befriend everyone --- it wouldn't hurt. after all, they needed to be a united force against what was coming. " what can i help you with? " she questioned, letting her eyes roam across the rows of books around them. if she could exist in the library until she died, she would be happy. but her eyes go back to the boy seeking her help, tilting her head a little as she awaited a response.

#yesterday i died : tomorrows bleeding — interactions #ofoldtown

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drownaed‌:

old wyk was his home . there wouldn’t be a time where he wouldn’t return there, he was certain. part of it must come from a nostalgic impulse inside of him, but he would explain it as loyalty and devotion. it was a holy space for the ironborn, fateful and historic. besides, he was instructed by tradition to never stray too far from the sea, and it was a belief of derran’s that one could not find a city closer to the ocean than that he had grown up in. as a child, he had often escaped to the water’s edge; he would find comfort in rocks and tidepools, an escape from the rest of the world that he didn’t quite fit into. he had been a strange child, one that had grown into an equally peculiar adult.

‘ beth, ’ he echoes, testing how the name feels in his mouth. as he looks back to her, he notices the similarity of their eyes, both watery in appearance. he sees a curiosity in them he recognizes too. shark - like grin returns to his features, too many teeth to be friendly, but he’s trying his best. or so it appears. ‘ only the edges, ’ he replies with a slight chuckle at his own relative inexperience. he raises a hand, the one not currently holding the glass of wine, and begins tracing the border of westeros in the air between them. ‘ only places my ship can take me. ’ go too far from the sound of water or the way salt lingers in the air near shore and he begins to get uncomfortable. ‘ the unfamiliar is exhilarating, you just have to have enough trust that your god will see you through. ’

HER EYES FOLLOW THE movement of his finger, tracing the outline of westeros. she imagined even just seeing the edges was breathtaking. so many things one could see in one town, she knew. being here in dragonstone was evidence enough, winterfell too. she'd never been a fan of the ocean, though. too many creatures could potentially exist just beneath the surface. the water too unpredictable to feel safe on. beth cassel quite liked the feeling of safety, and it was one that she most definitely would never experience atop the waves of any ocean. still, she could picture it in her mind's eye. the colour of the sea, the smell of the salt, the different lands that she could visit. and what a beautiful vision it was. her curious heart ached.

" coming here was the first time i was ever on a ship. " she admitted, smiling as she thought of her home. " winterfell isn't precisely... bustling ships. i'm more comfortable exploring forests than dancing on waters, i have a big imagination, " fingers not around the cup raise to tap against her temple. " a curse, truly. i can't stop thinking about what might exist beneath the surface. " she wished she wasn't that way because looking at the water here in dragonstone, it was a breathtaking sight. " i have a considerable amount of respect for those who can do it and not get sick. i know i certainly would... but even just visiting the edges. theres so much even in that seemingly limited area to explore and experience. " her cup raises, eyes sliding around the hall, looking at strange faces. " this is honestly the most exciting thing that's ever happened in my life. i've never seen much of anything outside of winterfell. "

#yesterday i died : tomorrows bleeding — interactions #drownaed

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ofblackwinds‌:

asha chuckled as the girl classed her as warrior, something even most men from her homeland refused to do on account of her being born a woman. this little northwoman, northern she presumed from the accent, certainly knew how to stroke an ego. the ironborn emitted a little grunt of assent, though it mattered not, considering the girl had already sat down next to her in an act that endeared her a little to asha.

the isles were hard, harsh places, and so much of the energy of those who lived upon them was put to survival - there was no time for the kind of fancies this girl spoke of. art, drawing, poetry - it was lost on the drowned god’s people. they knew art in a well-fashioned ship crafted to weather any storm, and poetry in the sound of the waves calling them to the horizon. “be my guest. i am curious to see what your ink can conjure.” her inky black braids were thrown over one shoulder, returning to her work with the whetstone idly - so practiced she was by now, that it was not a task that took much of her attention.

OBSERVANT EYES DART FROM features to paper slowly, dragging languid lines to sketch out the shape of her face, the length, and style of her hair. all her life she had idolized a type of woman : strong, lethal creatures that were still all fatal grace. things she wanted to be, but knew herself unable to do. she simply could not possess the kind of confidence these women had. " well, i certainly hope you like it. " she murmured in response, small smile tickling her lips as her eyes studied the drawing as she mapped it out, focusing on the details of her face. when her eyes raise, they pay close attention to her. " i've enjoyed drawing since i was a child. i like to believe i'm quite good at it now. " then, they drop once more, and she continues.

" not as good as famous artist, obviously, but. i'm probably the best artist in winterfell. " she laughed, she didn't believe that at all. but she could joke that she was because she knew that she was good. a few moments pass before she smiles wide, turning the book towards her muse. " do you like it? "

#yesterday i died : tomorrows bleeding — interactions #ofblackwinds

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musingmemes‌:

a historical / fantasy / period / medieval friendly character survey.

reblog and bold your muses preference.

roses / cherry blossoms / orchids / tulips

winter / summer / autumn / spring

thunderstorms / sunshine / snow

indoors / outdoors

meat / fruit / sweets

extravagance / traditionalism / minimalism

god fearing / non god fearing

cats / dogs / horses / birds

sunrise / sunset

day time / night time

fire / earth / water / wind

reading / writing

rising early / sleeping late

wine / ale / neither

fur / silk / satin / lace

rubies / pearls / sapphires

horse back / walking / carriages

love / power

having company / being alone

lakes / rivers / oceans

knife / sword / bow / poison

gold / silver

#its darkest before the dawn : but you don't need to do this alone — headcanons

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points call, feb 16th - feb 23

last points call : 85 spent since then : -75, second character remainder : 10

open starters : 0 closed starters : 0 graphic post : 0 completed task : 10 per reply : 20 total : 40

#rev:pointcall #i'll update this later

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𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 : hands 𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐄 : seek 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇 : child 𝐒𝐀𝐃 : girl 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 : love 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 : sun 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 : skies 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 : forgotten 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 : family 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 : desires 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 : impossible 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 : intense 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 : lips 𝐏𝐄𝐓 : cats 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 : big 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄 : pain 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 : drown 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 : men 𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 : doom 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 : corruption 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 : die 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐊 : sting 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 : snow 𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊 : mother 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 : gentle 𝐇𝐔𝐁 : winterfell 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 : ego 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 : facade

#rev.task

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drownaed‌:

his gaze breaks. it follows her own, wondering if he’ll catch a glimpse of a brother or a father, too startlingly similar to her own features to mistake them for anything else, but he doesn’t. he only sees the masses that were gathered in the hall as her eyes trace over the room. he keeps his thoughts regarding the boys of winterfell to himself, for he was sure they wouldn’t make productive comments. he was looking for something else besides his crew to engage with, and certainly ill remarks about northerners would send the northern mouse scurrying away from the sailor.

‘ it’s important to see the world. ’ it wasn’t an ironborn’s place to conquer, but rather to come and see and, of course, take things with them when they left. he had seen a great deal of the outer edges of the world, and he was thankful for that. ‘ at the very least it shows you why home is important. ’ derran brings the glass of wine to his lips, knocking back a sizable portion. ‘ you have a good eye, lady winterfell. i’m a ship captain. ’

THE URGE TO LEAVE forever had never existed. Winterfell was her home, and she would trade it for nothing else. not warmth, not pretty colours, not the serenity of Dragonstone. but her heart hurt to know she could never see much outside of the world. when she died, she would have only a minimal set of memories about what it looked like, what existed outside of her small bubble of experience. if the war came and went and she still breathed, maybe she would look into running about the world until she felt ready to return home, until whatever wounds she'd no doubt have, healed. looking at the Captain before her now, it was clear that he had seen many, many things. people who did had that glint in their eye like they knew a little more than those who didn't.

"please, you can call me Beth." smile welcomes her name into the space between them, almost embarrassed that she hadn't introduced herself sooner. but, then again, given circumstances, forgetting to could be swept under the mat: pretend it didn't happen. ocean hues fill and overflow with curiosity, leaning into the table a little to study features. he was attractive, with a sharp jaw and perfect teeth. when she pictured captains of Ironborn ships, she expected dirty, scarred, creepy-looking creatures. while Derran sent chills down her spine and the aura of danger rolled off him in crashing waves, he had the luckily deceiving features of a charming Lord. "have you seen much of it?" she asked finally, blinking a few times before she took another sip. "I wanted to travel when I was younger, but my father couldn't come with me, and well... I've always been afraid of unfamiliar things." always mousey, as her father said. she raised the cup again, enjoying the numbness of the wine on her tongue. "I'm sure you've seen plenty of amazing things in your adventures."

#drownaed #yesterday i died : tomorrows bleeding — interactions

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drownaed‌:

and he was more ironborn than most. at least, that’s how derran styled himself. a child born of the waves that had yet to be reclaimed, harder and stronger than those without salt water in their lungs. his family — his father, his brother, and himself — were living history and the chosen warriors of the drowned god, and derran would act accordingly, honoring both his heritage and his deity with every action. if that meant playing a villain in the tales of greenlanders, so be it. often times, that was a victory for the ship captain. he followed to the empty table, placing the two glasses and the bottle down with a THUD — the hardly gentle movements of a lifelong shipman.

‘ derran is fine, ’ he corrects her treatment, slowly peeling away the masks between them, before nodding. ‘ decidedly not neighbors then. i grew up on old wyk. ’ if someone asked, he would still call it his home, and one day it would be his seat, but for now most of his time was spent aboard his ship, a home atop the waves. he uncorks the bottle, and begins to pour the dark liquid into shares, though he keeps watching her. he’s learned there’s something unsettling about watching, and derran was not opposed to being just that. ‘ and what is a lady of winterfell doing at a war summit ? i was under the impression the north was overly protective of their daughters. ’

BETH HAD NEVER BEEN one to enjoy being watched. lingering looks made her shift in her seat, and Derran seemed to be a fan of staring. his gaze is almost physical, weighing down on her shoulders. hot breath on the back of her neck urging her that something was off. she found herself fidgeting slightly, one hand rested beneath the tabletop, plucking at the soft grey skirts of her dress. the other tapped gentle fingers inaudibly against the cup of wine. "the only family I have left are at stake in the war." the words come easy, eyes drifting around the hall. "and I know the boys from Winterfell will do reckless things for the people around them. someone needs to be around to patch everyone up."

curious eyes drift back to him once more but never linger locked with his for long. they dip, eyelashes fanning her pale cheeks as she raises the cup to her lips, swallowing a few sips. "besides that I haven't left Winterfell before, and this would probably be the last time I ever got the chance to go this far away. if I died without getting some exploring in, it would be sad." shoulders rise slightly as if it was as casual as that. as if she hadn't almost broken into tears at the idea that she'd never get to see anything more. only this much. "what about you? I'm guessing you're a sailor, but that's as plain as day."

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he watches her falter . there’s water churning inside her skull deciding which route to take, and he stand there patiently, curious to see where the waves would take her. derran isn’t quite sure what his intentions are ; truly, she was just the wrong person in the wrong place when he was seeking something to do, a distraction from the general scene within the hall. he had heard the stories his men would tell tonight, with stolen greenlander wine on their breath, a thousand times over, and watching a northerner struggle to be polite with him would be much more interesting.

‘ need, want — given that the dead are walking, there’s probably little worth in debating the semantics of a glass. ’ he let the bottle fall to his side, a firm grip around its neck holding it secure. ‘ are we neighbors, my lady ? you’ll have to tell me where you’re from, but we can do that once we’ve found a table that isn’t already taken by the preemptive mourners. ’ if he’s managed to hide the callous of his soul thus far, the way he speaks those words reveals he has felt little sympathy in his lifetime ; he’s dismissive of their pain. ‘ entertainment does sound needed. ’

BEING POLITE DID NOT mean someone was a kind person. the man smiled and manipulated his accent in a courteous manner, and for those who were less wary, already slipped into intoxications warmth, it would seem kind. but Beth was more paranoid than that, more nervous. skittish as a mouse when it came to being around those that she didn't know. she'd loved to read and filled many of her days with the words of people outside of Winterfell, people who were great and cruel. despite everyone's love for a good hero, the villains are the ones written most about. too many potential horrors hidden behind charming smiles, there wasn't a doubt in her blood that the unknown sailor before her was as cruel and unforgiving as the sea itself. from what she knew, all Ironborn were.

"ah, yes." a little nod of her head, eyes darting about the hall. she was one of the many people pondering the deaths to come, but she didn't feel the tug to discuss it. not now, anyway. perhaps the stranger had been a distraction gifted to her by fate, something to steer teetering psyche from impending doom to something lighter. what was the worst thing that could happen? even death wasn't something she overly feared. what a lie that was, though. she feared it as much as she feared the strangers around her. it would've done her more good to stick to the Northerners, mingle with her people. seek familiar faces. instead, gentle eyes find an abandoned table. despite the uneasy wave of confliction, she nodded to it and carefully began making her way over, glancing over her shoulder to see if he followed her movements. "um, I don't believe we're neighbors based on the location of our homes, my Lord." she mused, trying to uphold her polite mask. she'd be chased by guilt if she didn't, either way. "I come from Winterfell, and yourself?" already set that he had to be Ironborn, the salt clinging to his clothes and the twist of his voice too similar to be anything else. but Beth wasn't a stranger to being wrong, either.

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☞☞ quotes i found on pinterest sentence starters pt. one ☜☜

“ i’ve polished this anger and now it’s a knife. ”

“ i’m fine, i’ve had worse. ”

“ death too must be earned. ”

“ how do you destroy a monster without becoming one ? ”

“ am i a bad person ? ”

“ family isn’t who you’re born with, it’s who you’d die for. ”

“ are you flirting or starting a fight ? ”

“ i’ll survive, somehow i always do. ”

“ um.. that’s my emotional support knife collection. ”

“ tell me; would you kill to save a life ? ”

“ i am someone who did not die when they should of. ”

“ i’ve never been good at emotional stuff. except anger. i’m good at anger. ”

“ you can’t protect everyone ! ”

“ i have to try. ”

“ turn the pain into power. ”

“ what doesn’t kill me better run. ”

“ are monster born or created ? ”

“ chin up kid, they’d kill to see you fall. ”

“ if he puts his hands on you, cut them off. ”

“ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ”

“ don’t play games with me. don’t ever think you’re capable of that. ”

“ the question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me. ”

“ something had made your eyes go cold. ”

“ you haven’t even seen my bad side yet. ”

“ everybody knows that i’m a mess. ”

“ i’m sorry i let you down. ”

“ well, if it isn’t the feeling i was trying to avoid. ”

“ you are not your father. ”

“ even on your bad days, be kind. ”

“ you don’t want me and i need to accept that. ”

“ stay gentle. everyone is at war. ”

“ the risk i took was calculated. but clearly i am bad at maths. ”

“ i wonder which will get you killed faster, your loyalty or your stubbornness ? ”

“ always be a little kinder than necessary. ”

“ kind words cost nothing. ”

“ i am being perfectly fucking civil. ”

“ we’ll never be those kids again. ”

“ i’m the original family disappointment. ”

“ if karma doesn’t hit you, i fucking will. ”

“ if you can’t be happy, at least you can be drunk. ”

“ you can talk to me, or not talk to me, but i’m here. ”

“ guess you’ll just have to fight me. ”

“ i never asked to be like this. ”

“ wow. you’re a dick. ”

#for every untold story : every unanswered question — ask meme

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misc sentence starters

“ i wish i knew how to talk about it. ” “ you don’t have to talk, we can just sit together. ” “ i don’t want to be alone anymore. ” “ i wish i could hate you. ” “ take a seat, we’re gonna be here a while. ” “ i need you to trust me. ” “ i missed/miss you. ” “ she/he won’t listen to me. ” “ let me do this for you. please. ” “ is there anything else you want to say to me? ” “ tell me something happy. ” “ promise me. ” “ i just want/wanted to help. ” “ let me explain. ” “ i didn’t/don’t need you to understand, i just wanted/want you to support me. ” “ i’m on your side. ” “ i’ve got your back, okay? ” “ please, tell me you have a plan. ” “ stay with me tonight. ” “ don’t go. please. ” “ i’ve been alone for so long i’m afraid i don’t know what it’s like not to be. ” “ talk to me. ” “ i did what i had to do. ” “ we can’t keep going on like this. ” “ i’m just tired. ” “ i’m scared. ” “ it’s okay to be afraid. fear can be good. use it. ” “ it’s better to expect disappointment. ” “ hope is dangerous. ” “ i like seeing you smile. ” “ you look beautiful. ” “ be patient with her/him. they’re trying. ” “ i’m trying my best and it’s not good enough. it’s never good enough. ” “ i’m starting to think i’m just fucked up. ” “ have a drink with me. ” “ she/he is better off without me. but i guess that’s their choice. ” “ you can’t dictate what’s best for someone else. ” “ can i help you? ” “ i thought you’d like this. ” “ do you wanna get out of here? ” “ walk with me? ” “ well, shit. ”

#for every untold story : every unanswered question — ask meme

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( * THE WITCHER 3 PROMPTS !

trigger warnings for murder / war.

❛ you always were an unruly child. i adored that about you. now fly. ❜

❛ don’t blame yourself. ❜

❛ you don’t know how it is. to see someone you love die. because of you, for you. ❜

❛ who taught you to fight like this? ❜

❛ hatred and prejudice will never be eradicated. ❜

❛ to have a scapegoat — that’s the key. ❜

❛ kings die, realms fall, but magic endures. ❜

❛ i missed those awkward compliments of yours. ❜

❛ it’s bound to come in handy. and, each time it does, you will think of me. ❜

❛ do anything stupid, and i’ll kill you, too. ❜

❛ kill me if you must. i’ve nothin’ to live for anyway. ❜

❛ whisper to the wolves. tell them to stay away. ❜

❛ i was attacked — had to defend myself. ❜

❛ once i was free… i shall be free once more. ❜

❛ come on, let me give you a taste of my life. ❜

❛ well… some causes require a sacrifice. ❜

❛ done my fair share of fighting. wouldn’t carry a sword if i didn’t know how to use it. ❜

❛ have you killed humans? ❜

❛ i want to see how you manage in a fight, if you can fight at all. ❜

❛ nothing wrong with having a drink in good company. ❜

❛ i merely know when to indulge my pride, and when i must swallow it. ❜

❛ we can fight another time, in another place. where the walls have no ears. ❜

❛ next time you wonder why i’m so bitter… well, there’s your answer. ❜

❛ suddenly, i’ve an immense desire to drink. ❜

❛ i trust you have an explanation for this. a very good one. ❜

❛ i’ve had nothing but nightmares lately, pretty horrible. ❜

❛ i was afraid you were dead. ❜

❛ they’ll know where we’ve gone, they’ll know how to find me! ❜

❛ if i’m to die today, i wish to look smashing for the occasion. ❜

❛ women only ever beautify themselves for their own satisfaction. ❜

❛ always believed attack was the best defense. ❜

❛ don’t treat me like a child. ❜

❛ i like it when you smile. come here. everything will be all right. ❜

❛ i won’t let them take you, you know that? ❜

❛ you gotta keep clear, stay out of trouble. ❜

❛ i cannot hide forever. i must face them! ❜

❛ you humans are so… impractical. ❜

❛ i’ll remember your teachings always. and the sacrifice you made. ❜

❛ we all knew what we were signing up for. ❜

❛ no. i will flee no more. ❜

❛ lying didn’t always come easily to you. ❜

❛ we’ve done the hardest part. only got the pleasant bits now. ❜

❛ you worry too much. what will be, will be. ❜

❛ you were born to greatness. ❜

❛ appearances can be deceiving. ❜

❛ you’re so charming when you try to be funny. ❜

❛ we may not survive this. in fact, our chances are slim. ❜

❛ we’ve come a long way, and i’ll be damned if we’ve come to fail. ❜

❛ i admire your optimism. wish i shared it. ❜

❛ i wish to leave, go far away. and i’d like you to come with me. ❜

❛ you know me. nothing i like more than breaking rules. ❜

❛ what can you know about saving the world, silly? ❜

❛ you know who i am. and why i’m here. ❜

❛ how many have you already killed? how many more might you still? ❜

❛ i sense your pain. i see your fear. ❜

❛ i don’t feel a thing anymore. ❜

#for every untold story : every unanswered question — ask meme

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DEATHLESS.

the following prompts were taken from the novel deathless by catherynne m. valente, an american novelist & poet. the novel was loosely based on the tale of koschei the deathless, incorporating other elements of russian mythology, & setting it against the backdrop of the russian revolution. feel free to change the pronouns / prompts as you see fit, but be warned – below the cut, it’s quite long !

❛ the service of your body is not yours to give as you please. ❜

❛ you probably won’t survive. ❜

❛ go. run. don’t look behind you. ❜

❛ i have come for the girl in the window. ❜

❛ i will never be without information. ❜

❛ i will see him with his skin off before i fall in love. ❜

❛ if the world is divided into seeing & not seeing, i will always choose to see. ❜

❛ secrets are jealous things, permitting no fraternization. ❜

❛ no, it’s not like that, when magic comes. ❜

❛ magic does that. it wastes you away. once it grips you by the ear, the world gets quieter & quieter until you can hardly hear it at all. ❜

❛ the sight of it bruised my heart so that i cannot think about anything else. ❜

❛ i’ll be so quiet, i’ll never talk again. ❜

❛ keep me & obey me, for i am your husband, & i can destroy you. ❜

❛ i shall be clever, & i shall not let him go. ❜

❛ it is a new world, & we do not wish to be left behind. ❜

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casselisims · 4 years

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drownaed‌:

the dead walk again . or so the night’s watch had said. derran would not discount that for it’s face, likely more open minded about the blurred lines between living and eternal rest than most. however, he didn’t seem to share the same concern that so many greenlanders were expressing. he stood in the main hall of dragonstone for a moment longer, before deciding he was sick of watching what he considered immoderate displays of emotion. a deep sigh, and then he turns to go.

his destination was intended to be his ship, the thunderer waiting on the shores was a piece of home he took with him. however, he decided a bottle of wine would not be missed in the chaos. yet, when he reached the collection that had been present in the hall, he found that he was not the only one who had the idea ; he chuckled at the idea of so many northmen needing to turn to the bottle to ease their souls, weaker than they would ever admit. there was only one bottle left on the table, and he was taking it for himself when he locked eyes with a woman near the table.

a somewhat forced smile ( or perhaps it wasn’t forced, but simply too shark - like in appearance to feel kind ) finds its way to his features. ‘ i won’t be drinking the whole thing, and perhaps you need it more ? ’ his voice raises, making his words a question. ‘ i’m not opposed to sharing a bottle since it is, ’ and his voice changes here, slightly mocking the overblown emotion he had seen earlier, ‘ the end of the world. ’ @casselisims

IT WASN’T A FREQUENT sight, Beth Cassel overindulging in wine or ale of any kind. she had her fun, but it was just meant to be fun. but in light of recent news, she'd decided it was as good of time as any to have a drink, or maybe two. where things lead from there, she wasn't overly concerned about. ready to soak up momentary peace while she could until all focus shifted to planning their attack, planning on how to survive the night. until then, she supposed it wouldn't hurt to let herself live a little. experience a bit of what it had to offer just in case the worst did happen. if she fell in the days to come, she wanted to have blissful memories to leave with. the last bottle of many sat on the table, just waiting for someone to stake claim. Beth had never been one to be fond of taking the last of things, worrying over those who might need it more; others be damned, she needed a drink.

careful steps carried her up to the table only for another to take the bottle. glass eyes meet saltwater mirrors, the smell of the sea almost smothering coming off him. definitely a sailor, and if there had been one thing that her father told her about sailors, it was that they needed their wine by the gallons. naive heart wants to believe the pointed smile was an attempt at being polite or welcoming, but it's just another pretty threat: a dagger hanging over her head. would it be more dangerous to accept or to decline? saying no could come off as impolite or rude. which, depending on who she was dealing with, could be worse a fate than whatever the war had in store for her. she knew that they were all meant to be on the same side now, but she couldn't drown the paranoia that whispered terrible things down her spine when she let herself be in the presence of those who had no time for insignificant things, like her.

ever the little lady, though, Beth lets her lips lift into what she prayed came off as a welcoming smile, hoping the fear bubbling just beneath her skin was hidden by the facade of a gentle rose in the snow. "I wouldn't know if need is the right word, but..." a little puff of laughter floats free from pearl guarded prison, still offering up that small polite smile. "in times like these, they do say it's best to get to know your neighbors. though, I suppose it's more like warmates now." but the world was ending, at least the one they knew, so she shifts her gaze to the wine and then nervously back up. now was not the time for judgment, but for uniting. "if we're all going to die, shouldn't we at least entertain each other before we do?"

#drownaed #yesterday i died : tomorrows bleeding — interactions

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casselisims · 4 years

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points call!

graphic edits: 15 open starter: 10 closed starter: 10 per reply: 45 total: 85

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