lady--catelyn-stark:

Cold. She could feel cold. Like ice. Ice swimming about her, freezing, cracking, surrounding, drowning. No, she could not drown…she had already died. Cut in the throat by the Freys and then thrown in the river. A death of blood and steel and pain and tears….the dead could not die again. The dead could not live. Eyes flashed open as she was pulled back to the world, back to the world of agony, betrayal, evil. She remembered her boy. She remembered his death. Shot with an arrow at his wedding. She remembered his last words, he reaching out to her and weakly saying, 'mother...' She remembered the wedding She opened her mouth to speak, but only air escaped her, a hiss like a snake in darkness. She was on a riverbank, half in water. Her hair wet. Hair which had turned white. She was naked…her clothes stripped. And there was a dead man beside her. She cared not. She cared only for hatred…anger. I can't speak, yet I remember. as she tries to utter words from her white sunken lips, darkening in purple lines, river water trickling through the lines like honey and milk nectar.

There is fright at seeing this woman get resurrected, and not even by the means of GOD. No, he had blatantly seen Beric Dondarrion give her his life, in the name of R’hllor; a god of fire, and doubt started to spread in his mind that Christ was the one true God. How many gods were there in the world?! Nonetheless, even with this miraculous resurrection, it was heart-stopping with HOW she was brought back in the world. She didn’t look truly and completely ALIVE, despite the obvious indication that she was. He moved slightly closer to her, concerned for her state of well-being, despite how shocked and scared he was. She looked like she may be suffering, or at the very least, in a state of discomfort, and he wanted to help. He had no spare clothes to give her, and he glanced to the other members of the Brotherhood Without Banners, to see if they had any. He wasn’t sure he could call them brothers yet, since he was still fairly new to this cause. One thing, he knew though; he knew how evil the Lannisters and Freys were, and the horrific death that they gave to this woman was unjust—a broken commandment of the Bible, thy shall not kill thine neighbour -- a commandment they decided to forgo in the most unforgivable of ways. it didn’t seem like they had spare clothes to give her, so Athelstan relinquished his cloak he was wearing, holding it out to her.

she takes the cloak from him, placing it around her shoulders, and onto her body.

@lady--catelyn-stark

Tom had sat with Ned and Kate for several hours the night before, he'd been content enough to watch her sleep... To see her and talk to Ned and know that she was being taken care of. But she hadn't woken even once and the sight of her looking so exhausted in bed had scared him. From the moment he'd received the text from Ned, he'd felt like his heart had been in his throat. He'd been up this morning at first light, barely being able to make himself wait until a somewhat reasonable hour before setting out for the hospital. He'd asked Allie to pack a few things in a bag for Kate and he'd packed a few more things for Ned, knowing that until Kate was more stable, Ned wouldn't be leaving her side.

When he'd arrived at Kate's room, he found Ned was fast asleep on a sofa that hadn't been there the night before and Kate was still asleep. He set the bags down to the side and moved to stand beside her. The bed looked far too big for her... And there were so many tubes and wires that, combined with how exhausted she still looked, completely terrified him. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead before sitting beside her and carefully taking hold of her hand, "I'm here, Little One." A name he'd teased her with, but there was no teasing in his voice now.

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     When a woman's CRUELTY is combined with love and devotion,      it is almost always without exception an act performed not out of treachery,      but as a painful self-sacrifice for the good of her LOVED ONES. Womankind      always seems to be able to see a dozen steps into the future, far ahead of what      men are able to see. And they have strength where men do not.

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     ❝ Cat, ❞ Robert greeted for the second time that day with a broad grin growing ‘cross his puffed cheeks. He’d always been fond of his friend’s wife ( in fact, he found her more sensible and more tolerable than most women he’d met in his life ), and so coming to Winterfell had ultimately been like visiting two old friends. Now that visiting the crypts had been over with and the feast was being prepared, Robert found that wandering the familiar corridors would have been a better adventure than spending his time among his wife and children. Large hands clasped her shoulders and then pulled her into some resemblance of an embrace before he pulled away. ❝ It’s been too long since I’ve seen you both -- and those kids of yours all look like you. ❞

@lady--catelyn-stark

As Ned watched the servants continue to load up the trunks in the courtyard, his eye continued to throb. Brandon’s fist had left its mark the night before well and truly. Though the pain of it was no small thing, he found it nothing when compared to the agony of what had transpired on the lead up to it. He’d not blamed his brother for being angry, for he and Cat had both known they’d been wrong. They’d felt the weight... The guilt for years... Though it had not stopped them... For what they had done was surely wrong, but he could not call it that. Catelyn and the children were his world... And he could not regret a single moment of them. But Gods how he wished there had been some way to spare his brother the pain of it.

When Brandon had declared that he would be leaving for the Eyrie, Ned had felt that his world had turned upside down... But he had accepted his punishment... He had been in the wrong and he could not blame his brother for not wanting to have to lay eyes on him each and every day.

But when Ned had heard that Brandon was sending Cat away... Sending her to Riverrun alone, without the children... He had seen red. He loved his brother, but the man was a damn pig headed fool. Until now he had not once believed him capable of such cruelty. He had gone to him, tried to talk reason to him, but it had only seemed to anger his brother more. Ned had not stopped him or tried to fight back when Brandon shoved him against the wall... For surely he deserved this... But when he’d mentioned Cat... Mentioned how he would make her pay by making sure she was a stranger to her own children, Ned had pushed back. He’d seen in that moment that Brandon was not doing this because he needed space from his wife... But rather because he wanted to hurt her.

As he gingerly touched below his eye, Ned wondered if Brandon was sporting a similar look this morning... And to his shame he found that he did not care. He stayed out of the way of the servants as he crossed the courtyard, making his way towards the small Sept and hurrying inside before anyone noticed him.

He watched her for a moment, knelt in prayer with her eyes closed, and he felt a tightening in his chest at the knowledge that soon she would be gone from him. He could not fathom a world in which he could not see Catelyn and their children every day, and as he quietly walked towards her, he felt that crushing feeling grow. He stopped behind her, wanting to reach forward and touch her hair, but not wanting to interrupt her when she was at prayer.

cherry garcia and chubby hubby

HEADCANON MEME: ICE CREAM FLAVORS EDITION.

CHERRY GARCIA: A ROLE MODEL/INSPIRATION HEADCANON

Andy’s ultimate role model has always been her father. She hates the fact he died when she was so young.

CHUBBY HUBBY: A BODY IMAGE/SELF ESTEEM HEADCANON

Andy has always been comfortable with her body and how she looks–save for a brief period when she was younger and hated her red hair.

So, I just wanted to say a little ‘I’m very, very, very sorry’ to @lady--catelyn-stark , @handofhonor and @worshipsonlydeath for being so terribly slow with replies lately. I’ve had so much on lately and I let my drafts build up like crazy... But everything is queued now and hopefully I can be better organised! Thank you for being so very patient with me!

@lady--catelyn-stark is following you now

Anthony turned around when he heard the soft knock on his door. “Enter.” He silently wondered who it was, but he suspected Catelyn. The wive of his brother often tried to reason between him and Ned. And the fact that Anthony had announced this evening that he wanted to leave the North and head to Kings Landing...well the talk had not gone very well, but he was determined. He wanted to live Winterfell. The North was boring in his opinion and never in his life would he leave for the Wall. So what better way then to go to the South then?

@lady--catelyn-stark ( closed starter. )

     WHERE had he been? With a burlap sack reeking of stale meat covering his head and the firm grip of two men on both of his forearms he had been limping for hours it seemed, and if they had gone any longer he was certain his lame leg would have given out. Much to his PLEASURE, they had stopped, only for him to be shoved to the dew covered ground.       “I didn’t ask for any of this, I was just minding my own fucking business,” he rasped -- voice muffled by the burlap sack. He was not telling a lie ( hounds never lie ); since he had left the brothers back at the Quiet Isle, he had simply wandered from abandoned town to abandoned town. That was, until now. When the bag had been ripped from his head he took in a deep breath -- basking in CLEAN air, and then he opened his mouth to speak, but the words fell dead on his lips.       There before him stood a group of men, but past the men was what his eyes fell on. SICKLY looking -- a woman ( assumably ) so horrendous that it could give any man, woman, or child nightmares for years. She resembled someone similar, and yet she was so d e a d looking that Sandor could not put words to it. Instead, he stared.

     “Seven fucking hells.” 

Character name: Catelyn Stark Faceclaim or are you using Avatar/Na’vi Icons: Michelle Fairley Age: 52 Faction: RDA Clan (If Na’vi): N/A Job: Overseer. Her family’s company were part of the original financing for the scientific research.  Bio: When the Pandora project first began, it was Catelyn’s company who helped launch Grace Augustine’s idea of the ground, though later many other businesses, and eventually the government would become involved, Tully Finance were the first ears to hear it and have been involved to varying degrees ever since. Having primarily only ever dealt with Dr Augustine (developing an odd, reluctant yet secure relationship between the two) Catelyn’s knowledge of Pandora is limited to whatever information she managed to glean from her files over the years, though she was one of those who attempted to stand up to the government when their presence on Pandora became less protective and more invasive. Having been married with a family, she has always taken a desk job back seat position to all the goings on, but when the new team was being sent there, she felt a more hands-on approach was needed, to see that mistakes aren’t made and priorities do not go awry. Catelyn has always seen her position and power as a duty not a right, and that is no different here…her concern is to do what’s best by the people, natives and humans alike, who live on the planet….even if that might not be the priority of everyone on this time.  Mun Name: Lana

(Managed to write one up before I go to bed; let me know if there’s any problems!)

@lady--catelyn-stark

He'd lost track of how long he'd been sitting here. Of how long he'd been pacing in the tiny little room... Waiting. Waiting for someone with a bit of sense to come and talk to him. He'd called Sophie and left a message, knowing that she would either call him back the moment she could, or arrive at the police station in person. But she was out of the country at the moment... And there was no way he was letting Catelyn stay in this place long enough for that.

But he'd been given the run around from the moment he arrived... Which could only have been moments after they trailed Cat into this place herself. Cat... And Lysa... And Cersei. It was ridiculous... The whole thing was a set up... It had to have been for the police to arrive at such a moment... With the entire town there to witness it, or so it had felt. Someone had been putting on a show... Proving a point... And there was no way he was going to let his wife take the blame for this. Murder. The murder of her own brother-in-law, no less. It was preposterous.

When Benjen finally came to lead him back to one of the very interview rooms he'd been detained in himself... He couldn't help but notice his little brother was uncharacteristically quiet... cagey almost... And when he opened the door and Ned saw his wife for the first time in hours, he immediately knew why. He rushed to her, his eyes wide, his fist clenched at his side, "Who's done this to you? My god, Cat... You're hurt!"

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@sweetcxb

My muse’s non-canon better half who gives me way too many feels than she’s allowed to. What a BRILLIANT Tommen and god… she does not deserve the mean anons she has sent her way. But god, Rea is meh better half.

@handofhonor

So. I probably bug Megan more than I should and um... oops? But anyways, like... thank you for being around OOC for meh and just being the perfect Ned for Arya and all the Starklings and thank god for you and your threads with Catelyn. JUST. PERF.

@lady--catelyn-stark

I never had many feels tied to Arya and Catelyn until we started to roleplay. And just... thank you for giving me the feels and the relationship that Arya and Catelyn couldn’t have in the books because they really are very alike and love one another so much and I just... THANK YOU.

@lady--catelyn-stark

Rickon had told his Mother he would be right behind her, but he'd gotten a little distracted watching the man making the shoes for the horses. He looked up to see that she'd already turned around the corner so he smiled at the man and ran off after her. He didn't like it when he couldn't see her. He heard a door slam shut behind him and turned to see that the man making the shoes had closed his door... And when he looked around, Rickon couldn't see anybody about.

He stopped walking and looked around. His Father and Mother had told them all they should be very careful and not go anywhere by themselves. He'd heard about what had happened... Even though he wasn't really meant to have heard. Someone had killed a little lion... A lion who was really a boy... Just like Rickon. He felt his breathing speed up a little when he heard something rustling in the trees beside him, his eyes widening when he heard a branch snap. And he froze. What if it was the hunters he'd heard everyone talking about? What if they were here to take him away and kill him?

He took a step back, his breath speeding up as he looked at the corner, where was his Mother? Where was his Father? He started to shake... And he couldn't stop. He looked around, panic in his eyes, but he couldn't stop... and before he knew it, he was shaking off his clothes. He tilted his head back and the quietest little howl escaped his throat... But then he heard the noise again. And he ran. He turned and he ran as fast as he could. He needed to get away. What if they wanted to take off his skin, just like they'd done with the lion? He ran... and he didn't stop.

All the prime numbers.

questions often left unanswered.

2. Are there any plot tropes you are sick of / refuse to RP? If so, what are they and why?

( answered here but I’ll copy && paste my answer ) Since I’ve had this blog for about six months, there hasn’t been enough time for me to GET SICK OF any plots or tropes just yet. However, there have always been topics that I refuse to roleplay because they make me incredibly uncomfortable. These include incest ( regarding my own characters ), graphic rape / otherwise non-consensual storylines, and mpreg. Aside from the serious and heavy, I have a slight problem with Love Tringles. It’s too cliché, and I’m sick to death of seeing it everywhere in the mainstream media. What bothers me the most is not how common it is though, it’s that in almost every Love Triangle storyline, one of the characters involved is usually grossly villainised in a most unfair way. I try to stay away from cliché tropes as a whole, but this is my biggest pet peeve.

3. As a mun, what are three of your biggest flaws when it comes to being someone’s RP partner?

ONE: My replying speed is incredibly sporadic. Sometimes I can write up a dozen replies in one night, and other times, it takes me weeks to respond to a single thread. Every roleplay partner I’ve had so far has been incredibly understanding about this, but I guess it must be a little annoying to deal with such a weird writing cycle.

TWO: I can really go over the top with descriptions in my threads. I usually have to edit my replies at least once after I finish writing them, so that a simple two-paragraph thread doesn’t become a full-blown novella one. While some people enjoy lengthy threads, it’s not courteous to dramatically change the length of the interaction ( unless it proceeds slowly between the partners ) without checking with the other party first, so I really do try to keep it under control. Just because I like rambling about the colour of the curtains and the condition of the furniture in the setting doesn’t mean everyone likes reading about it.

THREE: I’m awful when it comes to keeping up with my ask box. Just awful. I know a lot of people must think I’m ignoring them, but it’s honestly not the case. Whenever I see a new message, I always go ‘Alright, let me type this one reply and then I’ll return to my inbox.’ And after the reply is done… ‘lo and behold, I forgot all about the message I’d received. Which reminds me, I should really check out my ask box as soon as I’m done with this post. 

5. Have you ever RP’d with someone simply because of their character’s faceclaim, even if you did not like their character’s personality?

Nope. I DO think that someone’s faceclaim should match their character to a certain extent, and I’ll admit that I have encountered a few faceclaims that I thought were… well, not exactly fitting. But I’ve never been influenced by a faceclaim to the extent that I chose to interact with someone whom I wouldn’t have done so otherwise.

7. List three honest flaws your favourite character has and talk about how those flaws make them problematic.

( Instead of my ‘favourite’ character, I’m going to write about Alys and the flaws she has in my headcanons. Because of reasons. )

ONE: Alys is very JUDGEMENTAL. And I don’t mean it in a regular way that everyone ( real or fictional ) is to a degree. We all have prejudices and we all project them on other people sometimes, and that’s normal. Most of us also try to unlearn and move past them, and that’s what counts. But my precious Alys… well, doesn’t make any effort. I came up with this headcanon because most Westerosi ( especially Northmen ) are very pig-headed when it comes to their beliefs and perceptions of the world, and she was raised in such an environment. She might not be as savage as most of the men we see in the series, but she’s definitely not a very open-minded and accepting individual. And it causes a great problem in her relationships, especially towards people who were raised in different cultures. She’s very quick to label people, often in a very cliché manner.

TWO: Alys doesn’t lack for wits, but she can be IMPATIENT and SHORT-TEMPERED. This could mostly be attributed to how young she is, as she is barely sixteen in canon and patience is usually something people develop with age. But she’s definitely got a temper, and it’s not charming. What’s ironic is that she actually despised her own father’s infamous temper, and tries her best to not act like him. But so far, she’s had very little success.

THREE: Although she’s not a sadist who actively goes out of her way to hurt people, often she can be very INSENSITIVE. It’s a very negative trait to have, for she’s not above saying exactly what she knows will hurt the other person if they anger her. Furthermore, she can be quite oblivious to other people’s pain ( since talking about one’s feelings make her uncomfortable ), and may end up hurting even those closest to her without meaning to.

11. What’s your biggest pet peeve when it comes to RPing?

Well, I’ve got the same pet peeves that everyone’s got: godmodding, ship-forcing, awful spelling and grammar, OOC drama, assuming things about the character(s) I play, et cetera… All these go without saying I’m sure, and I know for a fact that they’re even listed in many people’s rules as ‘what not to do.’ But I’ve got a couple of pet peeves that might be less common.

ONE: I find it very rude when I write someone a great ( and long ) starter / reply and receive only a couple of sentences as a response. I’m not saying you have to match my exact word count. And if you feel like you’re not up for the length I went with, message me and let me know. As long as you give me a heads up about ANYTHING you may not have liked about my reply, there’s a 99.9% chance that I will gladly adjust my own writing to accommodate you. But please don’t throw three sentences to my way as a response to a three paragraphs-long writing and expect me not to feel a little iffy about that. It’s rude, plain and simple.

TWO: Asking for a starter and not replying to it. Like I’ve said before, if there’s anything you dislike about what I wrote for you, message me privately and let me know. I’m always happy to change plots, length and whatever else you may have a problem with. And never be afraid to take your time with your replies or drop a thread - those are not the same thing. I’ve had one roleplay partner in the past who liked every single starter call I’ve made but responded to none of them, and needless to say, we’re not roleplay partners / mutuals anymore. Seriously, don’t be afraid of communication, but don’t make people write you starters if you have no intention of roleplaying with them. 

THREE: I don’t like using the words ‘Mary Sue / Gary Stu,’ so let me just phrase it differently: I dislike encountering characters who are portrayed as devoid of any flaws, and are so powerful / strong / smart that they may as well be demi-gods. It’s not my place to tell anyone how to write their character, obviously, so whenever I encounter characters who are written in this manner, I simply choose not to write with them. 

13. Who is your least favourite character in the fandom you RP in? List three admirable traits about them.

My least favourite character in A Song of Ice and Fire would have to be… Gregor Clegane. And I’m all for dissecting complex characters and finding admirable qualities in villains, I really am, but come on now. The Douche That Rides has no admirable trait whatsoever, and we all know it.

@lady--catelyn-stark

Anna had been pulling documents from archives for what seemed like hours. Ever since this event happened, everyone had been calling the historical society looking for answers. Some wanted names, others wanted dates. It didn’t matter. All she did was dig through dusty boxes full of documents, books, and  ancient weapons looking for answers. It tired her having to listen to all of these breathless stories about knights in armor and women with silver hair riding dragons. For a long moment,she wondered if it was all one mass hallucination since the only thing she had was her nightmares.

She was riding in the elevators with a thick book, hundreds of years old detailing the story of House Tully of Riverrun. She took it to the climate controlled reading room where the office. With her gloves on, she carefully paged through it looking for information. Someone had wanted to know something about an Edmure Tully. She turned to the back of the book and a few pages about the man, she photographed them on her camera, shoved the disk into her latpop and uploaded everything into an e-mail. 

She was about to press “Send,” when she felt someone eyeing her. She turned around in the swivel chair and nodded at the customer. “Is there something you’re looking for?” she asked with a smile. 

This just in Atreus is wise enough to fear @lady--catelyn-stark‘s wrath. Has @handofhonor been telling him horror stories about when he’s been in the doghouse?