Category: regular

merliaseidon:

This has been on my mind for long but I’m gonna do this – please reblog this if you’re comfortable with pre-establishing relationships. I do not mean “met at the grocery store two weeks ago” or “have a common friend”, but rather stuff like “have been best friends since kindergrden”, “go for a beer every friday”, “friends with benefits”, “dated in highschool”, “hate each other’s guts because -insert reason-”  etc. Something meaningful (but not necessarily shippy) and I mean with muns/characters you have not interacted with, because I cannot believe I am the only one who prefers jumping right into the heart of the human interaction

Rate my Rp skill.

harbingerwolf:

wubraxco-the-maniac:

★ = room for improvement
★★ = not bad
★★★ = pretty good
★★★★ = a badass at everything you post
★★★★★ = are you even human? DAMN.
-★ = wow, quit while you’re ahead.
-★★ = shit, I can’t read some of that one.
-★★★ = huh? What are you even talking about?
-★★★★ = ok, half of this isn’t even words, it’s just random shit.
-★★★★★ = I really think you need to learn how to read. Or just leave, yeah….. just leave. Stop talking and leave.

Go for it.

@strengthanddevotion

“But of course, Princess”  Viserys spoke softly as he greeted the Northern girl, making sure his full attention was on her and her alone as he swept her off into the dance that was going on, gliding with her across the floor and making the dancing look as easy as breathing to the people watching. “Your gown is beautiful, did you embroider it yourself?” He asked, thinking of what to ask her and other ways to converse with Sansa.

It wasn’t that he was nervous per say, but a bit more on edge than he would have liked. Being in a new strange environment added with more strangers than he’d have liked to be around was not doing well for Viserys and he could feel paranoia trying to creep it’s way in as they danced. “My sister was given dragon eggs for her most recent name day. She hopes they will hatch soon, a dragon for herself, Rhaegar and myself, is what she says.” The prince mentioned as his eyes caught a glimpse of one of the dire wolves attempting to enter the party and being shooed away by a Septa. “Your pets are quite beautiful…but not as beautiful as their owners”

tinyrosemarysparrows:

A god stops being a god when your heart calms at the thought of Them. A god stops being a god when you wake up to the thought of Them and you cannot help but to be soothed by Their presence.

That is when They become /your/ god. That is when you become Their devotee.

It’s a resonance in the soul that can’t be put to words. One day, They are a stranger. Another, you wake up and suddenly They are so much more. It’s the presence of choice and gradual devotion that makes it unclear when you cross that line.

A god does not become yours on the first day. You do not become Theirs on the first day. It’s like growing up: you can mark it with years, but it’s the days you can’t quite remember that are when you grow with divinity.

pinecone-puppy:

O Sekhmet,
Most beautiful of all the gods,
I stand before you with awe,
I bask in your almighty glory.
Our lady of slaughter,
Our mistress of dread,
I ask for your strength, your might and your courage
to aid me in battles that I may face.
Lady of Pestillence,
I ask for your guidance
I honor you as a nurse.
O Sekhmet,
You are most powerful, most beautiful,
I ask for you to watch over me.

Dua Sekhmet!