slayboybunny:

slayboybunny:

when i grow up i want to be one of those square cows 

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IT’S DEV’S PEOPLE


For the next hour, my Muse will answer all question as a ten year old version of themselves.

myriadfantasy:

topplelock:

((Or at the biological aging equivalent of a human ten year old.))

No time limit though »


Write a Headcanon about my character

crusaderiadric:

tovakiin:

If it’s good, it will become official.

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Oh this could be REAL interesting! I’d love to see what people can come up with for Iadric!


Reblog this if it’s OK if I do drawings of your Character and send them to you.

alistairweekend:

doppelgangercomplex:

Sometimes I feel like drawing, but I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable if it’s not your cup of tea.

ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS


Reblog if your muse has lost one or both of their parents.

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She came.
I honestly thought I’d never see her again. I never in my whole life would have thought she’d even read any of my letters, let alone respond to one by actually coming all the way to the North to visit.
For years I’ve gone over and over in my head just what I’d say to her when I saw her again. All the things I’d tell her she’d been wrong about, how I’d forgiven her treatment of me, how I’d become bigger than it.
And the moment I walked into the tavern and saw her…it was all gone. I was a little girl again, shivering and confused as to why my own mother, the woman who gave me life…was afraid of me.
But that familiar fear was tinged with something else. Shame. There was so much of it surrounding her, I was amazed she could stand. She wouldn’t even look at me at first. I was alright with that. I’m pretty sure I’d have ran if she had when I first walked in.
Reshuv’s surprising revelation about his father touched me; perhaps this was the Light telling me it was finally time to face the past. Its way of giving me that chance..and her the chance to make amends.
When I showed her and Sammy and Jaimie to their rooms, it was awkward. Beyond awkward. Sammy, bless her sweet little heart, filled the silence with questions about Ser Larrthor and the other knights of the house, while Jaimie rolled his eyes pretending to be unimpressed with the immensity of the keep. Light how I missed them.
Mother asked if she could put Robert to bed. So I let her. We didn’t say much more after he went to bed, but she did manage to at least touch my arm as she said goodnight. She’s trying at least, I can tell.
And that’s more than I could’ve ever hoped for.

She came.

I honestly thought I’d never see her again. I never in my whole life would have thought she’d even read any of my letters, let alone respond to one by actually coming all the way to the North to visit.

For years I’ve gone over and over in my head just what I’d say to her when I saw her again. All the things I’d tell her she’d been wrong about, how I’d forgiven her treatment of me, how I’d become bigger than it.

And the moment I walked into the tavern and saw her…it was all gone. I was a little girl again, shivering and confused as to why my own mother, the woman who gave me life…was afraid of me.

But that familiar fear was tinged with something else. Shame. There was so much of it surrounding her, I was amazed she could stand. She wouldn’t even look at me at first. I was alright with that. I’m pretty sure I’d have ran if she had when I first walked in.

Reshuv’s surprising revelation about his father touched me; perhaps this was the Light telling me it was finally time to face the past. Its way of giving me that chance..and her the chance to make amends.

When I showed her and Sammy and Jaimie to their rooms, it was awkward. Beyond awkward. Sammy, bless her sweet little heart, filled the silence with questions about Ser Larrthor and the other knights of the house, while Jaimie rolled his eyes pretending to be unimpressed with the immensity of the keep. Light how I missed them.

Mother asked if she could put Robert to bed. So I let her. We didn’t say much more after he went to bed, but she did manage to at least touch my arm as she said goodnight. She’s trying at least, I can tell.

And that’s more than I could’ve ever hoped for.


pennatologist: "I could go into naughtier ones, buuuuut I’ll keep that to myself unless someone else asks for this one again." AND? 

easthold:

mirihaethon:

Yer KILLIN’ ME, Smalls!

ALRIGHT, let’s see…

Miri’s more saucy desires tend to be more about her taking control of things in the bedroom. Being a little more dominant, and simply driving her husband out of his mind. Like wise, she also has desires of having Devoner at times…well, simply jump her. As if he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her.

But of course, she’d never voice most of these as she still loses her head over simply being kissed on the neck.

"YOU MUST TELL YOUR MAN WHAT YOU WANT FROM HIM. UNLESS HE IS A MIND READING WITCH HE WILL NEVER KNOW. WHAT KIND OF HUSBAND DOESN’T JUMP AT THE CHANCE TO MOUNT OR BE MOUNTED BY HIS WOMAN."

Easthold’s advice would make the small Southron lady’s face turn almost as red as her hair.

"O-oh…my…."


pennatologist: "I could go into naughtier ones, buuuuut I’ll keep that to myself unless someone else asks for this one again." AND? 

Yer KILLIN’ ME, Smalls!

ALRIGHT, let’s see…

Miri’s more saucy desires tend to be more about her taking control of things in the bedroom. Being a little more dominant, and simply driving her husband out of his mind. Like wise, she also has desires of having Devoner at times…well, simply jump her. As if he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her.

But of course, she’d never voice most of these as she still loses her head over simply being kissed on the neck.


pennatologist: "As for jealousies, Miri has very little actually. She doesn’t get jealous or envious easily, but I suppose if she does get so, it’s for (big surprise) time with her husband." nope you gotta tell us 

Gahahah alright, hmmm….

She’s jealous of those who seem to have an easier time being taken seriously. Most of the time, especially in more political situations, Miri tends to be over looked and even looked down upon. Others will go to her simply because they feel her kind heart makes her weak and therefore easier to manipulate. So she’s jealous of those who seem to wield power as easily as breathing.

Another jealousy of hers is of those who can simply…leave. This includes many of the members of her own house. Because most don’t have any greater duties beyond the protection of the house, they have the luxury of stepping away from their duties much more easily than she can. To simply leave for a day to go to Dalaran and shop, or go riding with her husband without having to worry what the state of the house will be in when she returns is something she is VERY envious of.


rider-of-slaughter:

I have acquired a wool hat for Mirianda’s child as a gift for Christmas. Only the fiercest baby hats are fit. He’ll be a strong warrior someday. 

((Because I’ve been describing Robert wearing it a lot and people think it’s adorable. This is what it looks like))

rider-of-slaughter:

I have acquired a wool hat for Mirianda’s child as a gift for Christmas. 

Only the fiercest baby hats are fit. He’ll be a strong warrior someday. 

((Because I’ve been describing Robert wearing it a lot and people think it’s adorable. This is what it looks like))