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WYLLAS DUSTIN ; LORD OF BARROWTON
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im still here _(:3
#❛ ― ooc. / what do we say to the god of death?#www ive been on my da blog and school is killer as usual#u know how iit is
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wyllas dustin | 1/∞
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lady stark, you may survive us yet.
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❝ Well, now that’s out the way, let’s eat. ❞ (from Harrion)
There was a compulsion for him to come clean with it -- every terrible thing he ever did since he marched south with Robb, all those years ago. He couldn’t look Harry in his eyes and act like he was the same person; he wasn’t. Neither of them were. Ghosts had a funny way of creeping back... Harry entered his thoughts in beginning, wondering what ever happened to his good friend. Wyllas just assumed he was dead, like the rest of them. Lost in a battle he didn’t know the name of, but one of the many who never returned to the North.
He couldn’t hold the man tight enough when he first saw him -- lots of grinning, insults, more hugging. Everything had come back to Wyllas in a flood of memories: the night they sat together around a fire, drinking, preparing for another fight with the southroners. The dream of gaining their independence was so real to them... What ever happened to that? What happened to Harry?
Talking over drinks seemed to be the only appropriate way for the two to reconnect. Flagons of ale and wine, with more laughing and hitting and insults. Wyllas had to pull it back, though, to break the joy in their reunion and in its place, put something more series. He had to tell him; it wouldn’t have felt right if he didn’t, nor would it felt any better to take his friendship without telling him. Wyllas still didn’t entirely feel himself worthy of any kind of friendship or forgiveness.
There’s no dramatics from Harry, no guilting, just simple acceptance. Wyllas is stunned into silence, unsure of what to do with such a reaction. Disbelief is the first thing to cross his mind, and it takes him a few seconds just to simply accept it for what it is. It was a relief.
❝ What do you want to eat, Harry? You want more ale? I’ll get it for you, ❞
@tymptir | meme
#tymptir#❛ ― ic answers. / a raven has been sent.#MMMMM HARRY'S BACK#and ready to party B))#❛ ― queue. / the queue is dark & full of terrors.#wyllas is so dramatic
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i made a dragon age blog over at @bloodhwke ! :sob:
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I WILL DESTROY MYSELF TO SEE THIS THROUGH.
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yall i have been Blessed by @direreign coming back into my sad little life
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I WILL DESTROY MYSELF TO SEE THIS THROUGH.
#❛ ― self promo. / an honest & honourable man.#me being chaotic#dont take this srs cause im sure as hell not B)))
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KING ARTHUR / LEGEND OF THE SWORD PROMPTS .
❝ Why have enemies when you can have friends? ❞
❝ I thought you’d be taller and would have a beard. ❞
❝ I see you’re trying to get me to do something razzle-dazzle with that sword. ❞
❝ There’s an army of you, there’s only one of me. ❞
❝ I’ve talked, I’m happy to talk, but there is no way… that I am fighting. ❞
❝ Hang that up, don’t want it getting creased. ❞
❝ It should be clear by now that whatever you and your friends think I am, I am not it. ❞
❝ It’s all yours, son. Though I warn you, it’s got quite a bite. ❞
❝ You wanted to know what gave me such drive? It was you. ❞
❝ I am here now because of you. You created me. And for that, I bless you. ❞
❝ You’re no longer dealing with the man you previously met. ❞
❝ You’re no longer a myth. You’re starting to mean something. ❞
❝ You are resisting the sword. The sword isn’t resisting you. ❞
❝ You want him to think big? Give him something big to think about. ❞
❝ They’re fighting in your name. ❞
❝ How do you get money from a Viking? ❞
❝ You have won, [ NAME ]. You have won. Now, play with me. ❞
❝ When people fear you, it is the most intoxicated position a man can possess. ❞
❝ You know what happens now. You’re quickly becoming a legend. ❞
❝ This lot’s been trying that for years. Good luck doing that for them. ❞
❝ And once you finish it, how are you supposed to get to the middle? ❞
❝ Let me show you what your uncle will do if you do not accept. ❞
❝ The sword is yours now, son. Take it. ❞
❝ Long live the King! Long live the King! ❞
❝ I’m a little old for finger-wagging and speeches. ❞
❝ Can you just get around to telling me exactly what it is you want? ❞
❝ It’s quite dangerous being one of you lot, isn’t it? ❞
❝ You’re good with animals, aren’t you? ❞
❝ Never met one of you in the flesh. I thought you’d be taller… ❞
❝ You have to break his old self completely, wear him down. ❞
❝ You’re playing with fire, [ NAME ]. ❞
❝ I’m not killing the king before he’s even become one! ❞
❝ Pick it up. Pick it up with both hands. ❞
❝ If you want that sword so much, your lordship, you can keep it… ❞
❝ Now, that would have hurt a lot more if I’d left the ring on. ❞
❝ It was [ NAME ] who murdered your father ❞
❝ Did you see everything you needed to see? ❞
❝ I need you to do as I tell you. I need to get you and the boy away from here. ❞
❝ You sharpened the blade. You created me. ❞
❝ Why has the water dropped? Why does the sword reveal itself now? ❞
❝ As your power increases, so do to the forces that will oppose you. ❞
❝ The born king will come. It is inevitable. ❞
❝ You felt it, didn’t you, my power? ❞
❝ I’ve never had any power or any desire to achieve it. ❞
❝ Don’t worry. You will soon understand what all the fuss is about. ❞
❝ What you didn’t account for is what you can do with this sword. ❞
❝ You wanted the prophecy, this is your prophecy. ❞
❝ The man who pulled sword from stone, behold, your born king! ❞
❝ Because for the first time, there is something you don’t know. ❞
❝ What gave you such drive? you felt if, the power, didn’t you? ❞
❝ I’m not getting drawn into this mess! ❞
❝ There are rumors, the legend of the sword, of a king other than yourself. ❞
❝ Listen to me, I need you to do as I tell you. ❞
❝ If I go down, you follow him. If he goes down, you follow me. ❞
❝ Did you see everything you needed to see? ❞
❝ Are you scared? You should be. ❞
❝ You make sense of the devil. ❞
❝ You put me in that brothel. You cut me on the streets. ❞
❝ But doesn’t it make the palace burn well? ❞
❝ No, I mean I’m sorry. You’ve made a mistake. ❞
❝ I’ll step off this throne and you can deal with me as the man you previously met. ❞
❝ Well, now that’s out the way, let’s eat. ❞
❝ I understand there’s been a change in the leadership. ❞
❝ I am confident that you will still honor the agreement made. ❞
❝ I’m prepared to extend the deadline by a week. ❞
❝ We’ve been wondering what you were doing in here. ❞
❝ I like it. What is it? ❞
❝ I’m not getting drawn into this mess. There’s an army of you. ❞
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➜ - smack my muse upside the head (from Jaime)
The heat was unbearable -- yet years spent in the south did little to temper Wyllas to its warmer climates. He was more used to adding layers to his clothing, not shedding them.
Jaime was off and away, likely sizing up who he was supposed to meet on the track during the joust, while Wyllas hide himself in the comforts of the tent-- in the shade. The gold helmet he was tasked to hold on to sat cradled in his lap; he was supposed to be shining it, for when Jaime returned but he was too enraptured by the knights that walked by. Two years he’d been with Jaime Lannister, as his squire; following the man about King’s Landing (and elsewhere), like his shadow. He lingered in the trail of his bellowing cape, always three steps behind, yet always ready to take the lead should his knight need something. Needless to say, the man had grown on him, oddly enough. Wyllas remembers that at sixteen he held such a deep contempt for southroners-- still did-- but Jaime was always kind to him. He never gave the boy any reason to hate him.
He swats at the flies buzzing around his head, hand coming back down to rest on the cool dome of the helmet in his lap. He looks at it, turns around his hands, wondering if maybe it was really made of gold. Impulse seizes him, roughly combing back his thick red curls with one hand, as he maneuvers the helmet on with the other. It slides over his head all too easily, and Wyllas immediately notices how little he can see in it. Not to the left or right, just straight ahead. He turns one way, looks down the road at all oblivious to the squire outside his tent, and midturn, he feels a shove at the back of his head, but not truly a shove, more like a slap.
Wyllas has to turn fully, hands on his (Jaime’s) helmet, fumbling to get the thing off. His hair flies in various directions as he scurries to pull himself together, rag already in hand. ❝ I-- ‘m sorry, Ser Jaime! ❞ His chest tightens, sweat beading on his forehead as he stands in front of him, swiping to get any dirt off his gold plated armour. Jaime looked so stern, if only for a passing second, before it melted into a cheeky grin-- likely finding amusement in his squire’s befuddlement. It puts Wyllas at ease, though. ❝ You’re a jerk, ser, ❞
@tymptir / meme
#tymptir#❛ ― ic answers. / a raven has been sent.#❛ a knight learns patience before he learns his sword. / squire boy.#im soft for jaime and wyll ;_;
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are buns a northman thing? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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Manhandling symbol starters
Send one for your muse to…
★ - drag my muse by the arm
⁂ - grab my muse by the front of their shirt, possibly shoving them back
✱ - take my muse by the hips to carefully move them out of their way
➜ - smack my muse upside the head
⌧ - grip my muse by the back of the neck
© - put a hand on my muse’s back to steer them somewhere
✂ - point sternly at a chair and tell my muse to sit down
✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed (perhaps involving illness, injury, or sleep deprivation)
☛ - press a finger to my muse’s lips to shut them up
♚ - put a hand on my muse’s knee while sitting next to them, to discourage them from standing up
♧ - slap my muse’s hand away from something they shouldn’t touch
♦ - grab my muse’s hair and yank
♤ - slam a door shut before my muse can leave the room
♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them
♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye
♨ - rub my muse down with a sponge/wet cloth
☀ - pin my muse with their arms behind their back
☠ - slam my muse into a wall
☾ - wrestle/pin my muse to the ground
Add as much or as little context as you’d like!
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friends, if u wanna plot or just talk, hmu! “robust intelligence apparatus ✨#7832″
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* ♡ 001. NAME, ALIAS. killi
* ♡ 002. BIRTHDAY. august 12
* ♡ 003. ZODIAC SIGN. leo!
* ♡ 004. HEIGHT. 5'3″
* ♡ 005. HOBBIES. gaming (currently obsessed with the dragon age series), writing, i’ve gotten back into drawing recently too
* ♡ 006. FAVORITE COLOR. any kind of blue
* ♡ 007. FAVORITE BOOKS. i don’t read anymore, but since i’m trapped in my house, i really should! i want to, but i remember reading the “barker and llewelyn” series by will thomas in high school, and i really enjoyed those, so i would say that.
* ♡ 008. LAST SONG LISTENED TO. breezeblocks by alt-j
* ♡ 009. LAST MOVIE WATCHED. annihilation, i think
* ♡ 010. INSPO FOR MUSE. i enjoy wyllas’ character arc of finding himself amongst the turmoil that’s going on around him. coming out at the end, he learns to stick up for himself, take responsibility for the negative impact his actions have caused, and work towards redemption. he’s a constant work in progress, as he tries to better himself all the time, every day.
* ♡ 011. STORY BEHIND URL. wyllas’ title is “lord dustin” LOL
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