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SIGNAL BOOST:

Accounts are being terminated by tumblr. We don’t know how or why, but every time I tried to e-mail tumblr, they would tell me it was a glitch in the system. I highly doubt that right now it’s a glitch in the system, because it’s happening to a lot of people. The best thing I can currently tell people is to message support@tumblr.com as soon as it happens. The faster you do it, the faster you’ll hopefully get your account back and the faster we might get answers!

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New day, new problems, new people to be bored with. It has been a week he'd spent in this school, having to share his thanks to the board of the Faceless getting him the scholarship to study abroad. At first the thought of it was exhilirating, breaking out of the familiar chains, but as the ship reached the harbour, even the smells were the same.

Taking the old rusty bus, he was short of anyone to sit with, people here were just as judgemental as in any other place. Some music played in his headphones while he made his way along the corridors searching for his new locker. Canvasing the numbers on the long metal rows, he spotted a boy, few years younger, than he was next to what supposed to be his own.

- Sorry to be of bother, old chap. - His accent rang in an unknown tone, seeing that the one next to him was dwelved into his own mind. - But how does the classroom naming work? If it'd be simply numbers I wouldn't bother, but they've never mentioned they'd be named after animals.

High School AU | open

Gendry parked his car—though it was more an old truck than anything else—and slumped out of it, throwing his backpack over his shoulder. Another day in this shit hole, he thought to himself. Walking down the corridor, he spotted his locker and marched towards it, aiming to avoid human contact until at least break time. Opening the door to the metal box, he smiled shyly at the memories he had stuck to the inside of the door. Band tickets, movie posters, photographs of him with his friends. The usual corny stuff but it was his stuff, things that he had done with his friends. He was glad for that, at least. That he’d managed to form friendships with some of the weirdest yet wonderful people. Gendry wasn’t the richest, the brightest, or the funniest guy in school, yet he had people who cared. People who made this place of torture and hard work bearable.

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Hairstudy - about 20 hours or so (the hair in itself was 11 TT___TT) in total, made with paint tool sai and psp9

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Because self-promotion rules and in case someone is interested in my wips and stuff.

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A man should know his voive gives my mun the shivers, in a good way.

- Kindly prince, it gives the very same reaction to the wench behind the moving screen as well.

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- But the girl isn't paying attention either when being followed. - The man shook his head bemused. - Does a man not have the right to be whereever he pleases?

"A girl has never cut herself before." She scoffed, turning towards the source of the voice. She hadn’t been expecting to be followed. “What are you doing here?"

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out of faces:

A man has to leave. The evil wench is taking him away.

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 - A girl should be more careful before she cuts herself with that sword. - The figure soon turned out from behind the oak with a curl on the edge of his lips. 

"Who’s there?" Arya rose to her feet, her fingers brushing against the hilt of her sword as she did so. “I can hear you."

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No but seriously I kind of need a modern au related to the last modern thing I posted when Jaqen shows up at Arya and they partner up and sdfhkdfkkjddsksakhfakjkfkfaakjd SOMEONE PLEAAAAAAAASE

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ASOIAF/GOT RP account for Jaqen H’ghar:

Open for multiple roleplayers of the same character

Open for alternate universes and crossovers

Open for both independent and group roleplayers

Entirely OC friendly

Is in knowledge of both show canon and book canon, has read all available

Will play at any point of the preferred timeline

Nonnie friendly

Open for both para and convo, but prefer para

Open for roleplay in asks

No set ships but leaning towards Arya

Also open for TES characters and playing out Dark Brotherhood plotlines 

But most importantly: mun is too shy to actually ask people to thread, because is not entirely confident of doing her job well

Mun does not do "xy is following you" posts, however is open to mostly every length if discussed beforehand

:: GUIDELINES::            :: JOURNEY ::          ::GENERAL INFORMATION::

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ASOIAF 30 DAY CHALLENGE [26/30] Lines You Wish Hadn’t Been Cut From the Show →

She crept up quiet as a shadow, but he opened his eyes all the same. “She steals in on little mice feet, but a man hears," he said. How could he hear me? she wondered, and it seemed as if he heard that as well. “The scuff of leather on stone sings loud as warhorns to a man with open ears. Clever girls go barefoot."

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The cobble knocked on the bottom of his boots the same way it did numbers and numbers of years ago. Always the same sound, no matter the water, the dirt or the mud littering the blackened fine pieces of stone placed carefully across the city. Many say, the highest form of civilization lays on the other continent, where lords and ladies and kings rule upon their lands, but does  it not start with roads? The most prominent are still there as they were, reaching from the most Southern parts of the old Peninsula, now shattered into countless of pieces by the Smoking sea, leading from Valyria to Tyria, to Oros, Mantarys and all the other ruins that lay abandoned and plundered, not even a shadow of what they were of themselves. The Valyrian roads are wide enough for three wagons to pass abreast, they say, and neither time nor traffic mar them. Valyrian roads are broad stone highways. They are very straight and usually ran from one economic center to another. It bemused him, that despite all of his amazement for the culture, the man worked for the one... facility, so to speak that raised from its ashes and stood so strongly against their ways of dimuting life. 

„But isn’t giving gifts to the Many-Faced god without care the very same one?” he always wondered.

So did he follow the young woman as the yellow bricked buildings, now covered in darkness, passed around them. The same well known picture he passed so many a times now shun in a different light. Once the cloak of the night was an inviting scenery with uncountable possibilities and outcomes, once it felt an old friend, who shaded away all his sins just to give peace to the upcoming light, each with new and new faces. That changed severly, when the dark indigo no longer covered his face. When he missed and failed and the light no longer provided a new face, burrying all that happened in oblivion. He could recall it all clearly as if it was a moment ago, when the golden framed face noticed his steps after jumping in the window, even though he was never more rackety, than a cat would be. It was the last time he delved into his passion, the passion of a heist, before he was sold to work on a ship. The other option would have been the loss of his hand and he was fond of both of them. But then an illness caught him aboard the second day, after eating of the wrong plate of fish, almost ending up in his demise. When they reached port he was thrown in the feet of the altar of the Many-Faced god, he was of no use afterwards. Thus he got into the graces of the house of black and white and since then no night was with as exhillarating opportunities as this one.

The man was no fool however, he had to take his time to gain back freedom.

Valar dohaeris.

And he served. Served well and plenty, the god can be pleased. Jaqen made it sure he would not have a thread left unsown before lifting his hat goodbye.

The young woman’s voice got him out of his thoughts, stealing a sigh of a cackle out of him. „So it is true” his mind replied. He heard after one of the tests, the test of dreams where she had to drink the substance of night and talk about her visions to the Kindly man. Noone knew of what interest it was, Jaqen himself thought it was simply a measure of one’s phsyche. But he heard what she had seen and hearing about some of the deaths she gave, akin to a wild wolf he had an inkling that she would see with the eyes of a wolf. If not, the question would have simply sounded stupid and the lovely girl wouldn’t have payed any attention to it. A dark smirk curled on the edge of his lips as he stood her confused stare.

– A man simply knows. – He shrugged, knowing how angered she would get sooner, just to make a mockery out of how he was right if she’d react. – Not all dreams are simply dreams, lovely girl.

Helping a wolf-child

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A shadow of a smirk appeared on the edge of his lips as impatience and a dash of fear was visibly running through the silver queen. "Maybe you would have made a better cat" he thought before nodding politely. - A loss of images is an illness too, dear queen. Your head hurts, yes? You have hit it not long after a man came to attendance. Afterwards there was waiting for your awake.

- A man has the honour to be Jaqen H'ghar, sweet queen.

A kitten in the arms

"Ill?" she echoed and a hand went to her brow — as she thought there was no change to her body’s heat yet she felt as if a thousand nails pierced her mind. She held her ground nonetheless and kept her gaze transfixed upon the witty coal eyes of the other.

"I do not recall such events" she muttered breathless, “Nor do I recall your face or name".

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Snorting inwardly, Jaqen simply returned to his book, visibly not giving any more attention, mostly to bother her, on the other half to show at least some speck of respect, even when it only seemed nothing, but a jape. He never noticed her being bare entirely once more, his eyes flicked through the delicate lines of the linear runic of Valyrian writing. It was what one could say a collection of stories for children, but he enjoyed them nevertheless, trying to recognise, even if the most miniscule cores of truth in the writings. - A woman is ready? Very well then. A man will leave her rest. - The man of red hair nodded politely standing up from the bed and relocating on the nearby couch-like accomodation, taking one of the candles with himself.

A new way

her dark eyes glared at him once again, still clearly embarrassed about what had happened a few moments ago, she felt her throat go dry, there had been times that she had seen Gendry with out clothes, but that was what seemed like years ago. she shrugged her shoulders a little as she pulled the furs closer around her as she sat there curled into herself tightly as she looked at him for a moment before looking away once again she had seen him look over at her a few times as she nibbled on her bottom lip a little before she noticed that the woman was there, she took a deep breath slowly as she titled her head a little watching him for a moment before she felt that her cheeks were starting to burn as she walked over to where the clothes were dropping her furs once again." you are fine" she said softly as in that moment she figured that he had already seen everything, so why would she have to worry about it anymore, she took her fresh tunic and tossed it over her slender and lean body, before slipping on her breaches slowly before looking up at him for a moment with a small smile.