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MOVED TO @arzodae

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ok i think i’m moving this blog slowly going through and following my old moots who are still active, it’ll be the same url! 

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ok i think i’m moving this blog slowly going through and following my old moots who are still active, it’ll be the same url! 

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hiatus notice until xkit gets everything fixed bc i cannot

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@graunblida said  ──── “ sometimes you have to concede a battle to win a war. ” / thyra greyjoy

          Had the words come from her father, Thyra may have reluctantly agreed. It even sounded like something she might have said to her cousin, in a doomed attempt to prevent him from walking into his own sword. But the woman before was not family, nor was she even Ironborn. Thyra was not inclined to heed the advice of an outsider. Not on any normal day and certainly not in the midst of a war.

          “My enemies know no difference between a concession and a defeat,” Thyra said, rolling back her shoulders. “If we back down, it only reminds them that we can be beaten. That they have done so before.” It was not pride that kept her fighting ( though perhaps the same could not be said for her uncle ) it was survival. It was the memory of the dead from all those years ago, it was the fear of her family being ripped apart once more “I would rather die with a sword in my hand.”

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so last year i did one of these & & i think it’s high time that i give back to the rpc once again that has been such a source of comfort & & support during these wacky , difficult times. i’m about five months late , but we’ll consider this a celebration of this sunshine boi’s four year anniversary ! so welcome to middle of 2020 where i’m increasingly thankful for the kind , talented people that have loved us & & helped us grow , & & mostly the positivity & & heartwarming gestures that all y’all have been passing around to make social distancing a little less awful. for this giveaway , the lucky duck will get one ( 1 ) custom theme made by me based on my templates with one ( 1 ) custom background included.

you don’t have to be following me

but you must be a roleplay blog

you must agree to the terms & & conditions here

to participate , you can like this post once & & one reblog will count as a second entry. i will use a random generator on the evening of sunday , may 31st to choose the lucky duck ! to see examples of previous custom themes made by me , see here & & here. thank you , everyone for sticking with us so far !

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UNDERLYING MOTIF - JALANI

the lightning rod.

whether it’s your turbulent nature, your flash quick mind, or the air of unknown about you, your undercurrent is the lightning rod. you are somewhat unpredictable, but if we unravelled we’d see you know exactly what you’re doing, but it’s makes you feel less vulnerable to pretend it wasn’t planned. some people stay back from you, but others would follow you cross country, for the very same reason. they don’t know enough about you. the difference is in who wants to learn more. keep your golden nature, it’s exciting, but don’t be afraid to admit what you know. matshona dhliwayo said “lightning strikes but does not roar” your bite will always be worse than your bark, keep that close to your chest.

tagged by : @praeludio ! tagging : @aigonakru, @azhefa, @galaxysought, @graunblida​, @damnfoxed​ & you !

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theon:

arzodae asked: one victory in battle does not win you the war. ( thyra & theon )

𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 to wipe the usual smile from Theon’s face. He had managed what most believed impossible — so much so that they never even dared think of what could be accomplished by capturing the ancestral seat of house Stark. He did it. He did what no other Ironborn dared dream about — and now he slept in the bed of the man who kept him hostage, sat in his seat, ruled over the castle he’d been taken to as a child, torn from his mother’s arms. The sea might have been far from this place, but the Drowned God still protected his path. He was a prince and this now was his castle. Yet they still underestimate him. « Stark has lost his home and is stuck in the south in the middle of a war. »     He hated himself for almost slipping and saying Robb instead of Stark. He reached for his cup and drank the ale in it in one sip, before returning his gaze on the woman. Another faint memory of his past before his father’s rebellion. Another one he needed to prove his worth to — oh, but they’ll see it.      « This might be just one step towards victory but it is an important one nonetheless, don’t you think? »

some meme i can’t find | @arzodae​

          Thyra hated this place, this castle surrounded by rolling green hills and dense forests. She itched to be on the deck of her ship, sailing with nothing but waves as far as the eye could see. Coming inland had been a mistake, no matter the reason. This was not home, and no Ironborn belonged here, least of all a Greyjoy. A small piece of her wondered how Theon had survived so many years in this castle. But she kept that thought to herself.

          “I think this is a foolish attempt to prove yourself to a man who will never be impressed by disobedience. I think there are Northmen the wolf boy left behind, and they will come for this castle. I think you do not have the men to hold it, but a single victory has made you so sure you will.” She paused before adding, “That arrogance will get you killed.” Thyra looked at him for a moment, sizing him up, wondering just how much the North had changed him. If there was anything left. “And I think you know all of that. Give up this game.”

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the ballad of songbirds and snakes is killing me

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those supposed screener spoilers...i pretend i do not see it.

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practices the rpc needs to Collectively Get Back Into:

commenting on peoples’ posts, threads, art, graphics, etc. just telling them that you see it and that it looks good / is entertaining / etc.  –  because content creators can’t read your mind and  as nice as it’d be for us to always serve ourselves with our work  …  realistically we will lose motivation to continue creating without some kind of support.  if you like something then say so !!

sending each other’s muses messages about muses they’re talking to or characters from their canon and just generally getting actively involved in the narratives other people create  &  encouraging those people to discuss them

asking people random questions about their characters without fear that it’s too outlandish, provided the question isn’t invasive or rude

sending honest, heartfelt notes of positivity and making loveposts about other creators and the work they do.  not chainmail, not lazy generic shit, but real kindness, in our Own Words

drawing people fanart of their characters / ships / OCs !!  please !!  really !!  i don’t know when that  EVER  became something people grew too nervous to do !!  most people  ADORE  it.  even if it’s just fucking stick figures, man, i  PROMISE  you that taking the time and putting in the effort to show someone that the work they do inspired the work you do will make their whole fucking day

telling !!  each other !!  that !!  we’re !!  doing !!  good !!  jobs !!

being  NICE  to each other  OPENLY  and  FOR NO REASON  with  NO PROMPTING

making sure other people feel included in discord servers, roleplay groups, groupchats, multi-way threads, art trades, events, and just.  like.   overall

acknowledging !!  each other’s !!  art !!  metas !!  threads !!  worldbuilding !!  and !!  style !!  PLEASE !!  PEOPLE !!  DONT !!  KNOW !!  YOU !!  LIKE !!  THEM  !!  IF !!  YOU !!  SAY !!  NOTHING !!

and  NOBODY  with  ANY  goddamn sense is  EVER  going to react negatively to you Just Being Fucking Nice so stop worrying about doing that !!   PLEASE !!!!!

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maia’s ability to assimilate anywhere she goes vs maia showing up in sanctum and just saying “i do not vibe with this goodbye”

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          “Cool? Shit, you really must be new here if you think I’m cool.” Josie jokes before she has a seat across from the girl. “Yeah waitressing at some shitty dive bar in the shit town I grew up in. Not ideal but it pays the bills so whatever the fuck.” She says before she looks back past her to the bikes outside. “Motorcycle club in town a bunch of shitheads that get drunk and ride bikes for fun.” She looks back at them and points to Coco. “That skinny shit there is my brother so I’m stuck with the whole lot of ‘em.”

          “Believe me, living the dream is not at all what it seems.” Dani put on her best fake smile, but the sentiment was there. She wouldn’t go back to her old life if someone paid her to. “I’ve only been here a couple months. It’s been an adjustment.” She shrugged one shoulder. “But, I don’t know. Seems like everyone around here’s got a no-fucks-given kind of attitude, and I admired that.” Dani took a sip of her beer. “I’m Daniela, by the way. But everyone just calls me Dani.”

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steam had the long dark on sale for $7 so if i disappear for a minute just know i’m off being a survivalist hoarder

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ship with my dumb children

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@azhefa said  ──── ‘ when i was younger, i should’ve known better.  ’@ maia

          “When I was younger, I did know better,” she muttered. There’d been a time when she thought her life would be different. When she was going to put herself on the straight and narrow. Go to college, get a real job, fall into line. It wasn’t like she didn’t know this life wasn’t sustainable. She’d learned that a long time ago. Eventually it would all come crumbling down. “Still ended up here.” She shrugged. “Knowing better, and doing better are two different things.”

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GREENERY hides the woman. she spoke to him from behind the bushes. hearing a soft voice–she was speaking to herself. was it english? swallowing thickly, he puts his hands up. lowering his guard. though narrowing his eyes on it as they questioned him. “ well, i’m guessing you meant the people that came from up there. “ pointing to the sky. “ we’re from space…if you know what that is…” hoping that didn’t come off as a mockery or harsh. though still not sure if that was the answer she was looking for.

          She couldn’t stop her face from betraying her annoyance, but she tried to remind herself that if these people were from space, they’d been there just as long as she’d been in cryosleep. They knew just as much as she did when she’d woken up. Maybe less. “I know what space is,” she said, hoping her tone was civil. They’d all seen the dropship come down from the sky. “Why are you here?” She tried instead. “With guns. Disrupting all of this.” She’d become very used to the world she’d woken up in. It wasn’t the old way, but maybe that was a good thing. These newcomers reminded her far too much of those she’d left behind.