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@fiercefourthborn I would do Torrhen for that meme but... I have long since forgotten the email for that blog :P

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COGNITIVE ASSESSMENT  

BOLD what your muse experiences ( italics for verse dependent ) Please repost. Do NOT reblog!

Alcoholism. Amnesia. Anxiety. Appetite Loss. Binge Eating. Co-Dependence. Cynicism. Defensiveness. Denial. Depersonalization. Depression. Derealization. Devaluation. Displacement. Disassociation. Drug Abuse. Dysphoria. Emotional Detachment. Flashbacks. Flat Affect. Guilt. Hallucinations. Hypersomnia. Hypervigilance. Hypochondria. Idealization. Insomnia. Intellectualization. Introjection. Isolation. Low Self Esteem. Narcissism. Night Terrors. Obsessive Compulsion(?). Overeating. Panic Attacks. Passive Aggression. Paranoia. Phobias. Projection. Psychosis. Rationalization. Regression. Repression. Restrictive Eating. Risky Sex. Self-Harm. Somatization. Splitting. Sublimation. Suicidal Ideation. Sleepwalking. Suppression. Thousand Yard Stare. Triggers. Trust Issues. Violence. Whiplash Temper.

tagged: — @fiercefourthborn

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“No,” her voice cracked, chest becoming heavy at her brother’s words. “Don’t say that.” Her grasp on their hands tightened ever so slightly. Talia attempted to blink away the tears that were threatening to fall. If she had cried, Rodrik would think that was his fault as well. “You were born to be a warrior. You’ve trained since you were able to walk. Men seem to dream about being in battle, being a warrior, coming home a hero. Father just wanted to protect you. You not being here does not mean that this is your fault.” Their father was called Gregor the Good for a reason. Kind, compassionate, generous, brave. Their father wanted the best for his children. But there was also tradition that had to be upheld with highborn families. Men go to fight when the time is right. Rodrik had done what was expected of him. If Ethan had been trained as well as Rodrik, he would have went as well. 

Hearing those five words again was enough to lose her internal battle. Thankfully Rodrik had looked away. He would not see the tears rolling down her cheeks. They rolled down her cheeks and stained the top of her dress with a darker hue of blue. 

“None of this is your fault, none of it.” She removed her top hand to bring Rodrik’s uninjured one to her quivering lips. Her tears wet his hand, her lips picking up the saltiness of them. “If it had been you, Rodrik. I … “ Talia could not finish her thought. She did not want to think about her brother dead, not again, especially the thought of him dying in front of her. Her blotchy cheek nuzzled against the back of his hand, squeezing her eyes shut to stop the tears. 

“I don’t want to think about you like that. I thought I lost you once. I’m not losing you again.”

The second her voice broke the silence, he knew he had made a mistake. His words, his anguish, probably cut deeper than anything had before during this encounter. He immediately regretted his words, wished he could turn back time and swallow his words before he dared utter them.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, though his words could scarcely begin to communicate how apologetic he felt. He was absolutely racked with guilt hearing the effects of what he had said upon his sister. How could he be so foolish to say something like that to her face? She was hurting - he’d admitted he knew that much - and his pride and guilt had only made her hurt more.

Pressing a hand to the back of the girl’s head, he guided her into the crook of his neck and gently ran his fingers through her dark blonde hair in a futile attempt to soothe her as he placed his cheek on her crown - dark blue eyes glazing over as he looked over at the window in the corner of his room. Outside the Whitehills were running rampant, no doubt joking about his fall, but that could not reach him or Talia in this room. They were together here, and protected, and though these chambers had been their father’s up until his return it hadn’t stopped them spending time here before he left for war.

“I’m sorry... I’m sorry,” he admitted shakily, voice muffled by the girl’s hair. “I should never have said that. I’ll... I’ll do better. I’ll be better for you. You don’t have to worry; I’m not going anywhere.” 

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Her other hand joined the one in union with Rodrik, soft fingertips brushing over his scarred hand. He was a true warrior and being able to survive the attack that he had proved the word was the perfect definition of him. Rodrik the immortal, she would call him. No one else would have been able to survive an attack at the Twins as brutal as what he had been through and lived. Perhaps it was the persistence of Forrester blood that kept him alive. They never went down without a fight. She traced every ridge that she was familiar with and ones that were new to her. Thankfully they were healed over. Scars told stories in skin and Rodrik’s was be no different. His story graced his entire being. She shook her head to reinstate her previous words. 

“Never alone,” she whispered with the hint of a smile, grasping their hands together and squeezing them gently. Yet the smile fell when he had brought up the true problem. No, she was not fine. But neither was he. He admitted it himself. “I will. Just not now. Give it some time.” For now, she worried about the one who was actually alive in front of her. If anything, Talia had wanted to talk, but she did not believe she was ready yet. It was still so fresh in her mind. It could have happened minutes ago. Father, Ethan, Gared leaving, Ryon being taken. It was all too much for one conversation. She would be able to speak of it more once she had time to heal and think it over. 

“Right now, my main concern is making sure you stay awake.”

She couldn’t be argued with, nor could he force her to face her fears if she wasn’t ready. He just had to prove to his sister that he’d be here for her when she was, and he’d have to start by getting over this pride-induced bump in the road.

Looking at her again, he saw the life playing on the surface of her eyes, but there was a coldness behind them. Whether that was sorrow or hate, he hoped it was something that could be cured in time, and he prayed that once this was over she wouldn’t be a shadow of herself, scarred and broken like he was. It was his duty to be a shield for Talia and Ryon; they were the future, and though both would surely insist that they were capable of fighting their own battles, there was a nuance they were not aware of. They were mature, but their innocence was valuable - just as Ethan’s was, and may have been what caused his death.

“I should have been here.” he murmured dejectedly. “If I had been here... I was supposed to protect you all. I should have listened to father. Should have stayed.”

Despite the dead muscle in his scarred face, the corners of his lips tugged, desperate to force him to frown. He couldn’t look at his sister any longer, the guilt finally breaking him as each second passed... it was his fault Ethan had to play the role of Lord at all. His fault Ethan had to face Ramsay. His fault that things turned out how they did. If things had been different, Ryon wouldn’t be at Highpoint and Ethan would be ashes on the fucking wind. But no, Rodrik had to beat his chest and go to war, cripple himself and escape the Red Wedding on a corpse cart.

“I... he would still be here. It should have been me.”

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He was not quite sure what compelled him to try & bother the Ruined lord again. Their conflict has been resolved — ending with Gryff coming out on top, just as expected. That, however, arose the question of what was to be done with Rodirk next. Leave him as a scratching post, allowing the cripple to roam around freely, as long as he kept his end of the deal, sounded reasonable. Gryff quickly discovered, that trying to raise the ire of a man, who stubbornly refused to have it raised, was a lot less fun, than meeting actual resistance. So he’d drop sarcastic remarks here & there, waiting for an instance, when the Forrester would loose patience & slip up— 

& maybe, he was about to get one now. 

“You? Pity me?..” Words were accompanied by a sarcastic scoff. Pity, when genuine, was a bitch to deal with, Gryff knew that — just as he knew, that the Ruined lord was merely trying make himself sound superior, despite his wretched state, while feeling nothing of the sort in reality. Something like helplessly shouting “you’ll be sorry one day!..”, knowing well enough, that such day is not likely to ever come… Such a childish thing to do. They were all nothing but idiotic children, these Forrester, & children deserved to be spanked for their misbehavior. 

“And what exactly do you pity me for, Forrester?..” A sarcastic smirk never left Gryff’s features as he descended down the stairs of Ironrath’s Great Hall, approaching the other. “Having kicked both you and your sister down in the mud? Or being the new lord of your bloody keep?..” He let out another laugh, rolling his eyes slightly. “I enjoyed both well enough, thank you very much. The only one worth pitying here is you, Rodrik.” Young man winced semi-sympathetically, mockery obvious in his expression. “The fact, that you don’t even have the balls to admit it, just makes you look even worse, belive me or not.”

“Pity and sympathy are two different things, Gryff.” Rodrik murmured. “House Forrester feels sympathy for me because they still respect me in spite of the fact that I am a ‘cripple’.”

He leaned on his cane for a moment, shoulder sinking as he applied more weight to the right side of his body, a brief smirk crossing his lips as he closed his eyes and pointed his head away from the man. It was not a smirk at Gryff’s expense - Rodrik simply found humour in the situation. How blind Gryff could be to how things were, trapped in his own head and his own way of seeing things. That was one of the things he deserved pity for and it was only now that Rodrik could see it.

“You... deserve pity,” he stated bluntly, “because you have to resort to abusing those who can’t fight back. A child and a cripple. If the story had been different, if it had been Ser Royland who had dealt with your dog stealing from the kitchen... you wouldn’t have made such a show. You can’t admit that either, so who out of us is worse?”

The man looked up at Gryff as he slowly descended the stairs. He wasn’t in the mood for a fight and hoped this would only extend to a shouting match; his bones ached enough from their last encounter... but he’d come too far. Maybe his words could give Gryff something to chew on for a while, to shut him up and keep him away, or goad him into attacking Royland and having his head gracelessly removed from his shoulders in response.

“You have to attack cripples and children because it’s all you can do. Deep down, you know you can’t fight on equal terms; you can only win by preying on those weaker. That’s what’s so pitiful about you.”

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Talia; so direct. Her stubbornness brought a brief smile to his lips as he reached forward and softly grasped her wrist. This girl was an inspiration; what drove him forward - decision making so often came down to whether they would benefit; Talia, Ethan, Ryon. His first thoughts when words of war came knocking at Ironrath’s gate were ‘what will make my family safer?’

Perhaps he had forgotten that duty upon his return; his wounded pride had taken the forefront and he’d brought harm upon himself and Talia because of it. She didn’t need the stress he’d brought her by trying to swing his weight around like he used to, but he realised now - as she loomed over him like some sort of ethereal Old God in his blurred vision - that if the stress was there, Talia would take up the mantle and deal with it when no one else would.

And, true to form, here she was now - refusing to budge as always. She could be infuriating, but Rodrik admired her conviction - not to wisdom in her words that spanned far beyond her years.

“If you’re sure,” he grunted, voice hoarse with thirst as he tilted his head to make eye contact. “And you’re right... we’re not alone.”

He tried to smile comfortingly through the pain as he squeezed the girl’s palm with his own. “But... I know you’re not all right; it’s too soon for that to be the case, and the reason I know that is because I’m not either. I just don’t want you to suffer; you have such a habit of carrying everyone else’s problems on your shoulders. Have done since you were little.”

He smiled as he remembered his sister stand up to grown men at three years. The more things changed, the more they stayed the same. But she was suffering - he felt it through her hand, and knew that she needed support just as much as he did.

“I’m here, Talia, and I’m not going anywhere. You need to talk, and I’m here.”

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She had worried earlier on that perhaps he was going to push it too far. Rodrik had not had the proper time to rest yet. Transferred from one chaos to another, deaths to deaths. Not only was there war on the battlefield, but now war at home. But even the soldiers needed to recover. Talia had lost her father, lost the second half of her soul. She had believed she had lost Rodrik as well. Truly losing him … she might as well be dead herself. Father was right. Rodrik should not have gone off to fight. 

She had sworn and oath to herself in her chambers days before. 

Talia would never lose Rodrik. Even if it had meant doing unthinkable things. She would do anything to keep her brother by her side. 

Thankfully the Maester was quick on his feet and a few men had been able to carry Rodrik inside and to safety. If he had bled out any more he could have died … she did not want to think about that now. He was caught in time, cleaned in time so no infection would fester, and stitched in time. But the Maester advised that he try to stay awake until his vision was clear and his mind was no longer foggy. Talia had offered to stay with him. No. More like assured that she would not leave his side no matter what was asked of her. They would get through this together. 

Her nimble fingers rested upon the arm out of the sling after seeing his eyelids threaten to shut. She made sure to not put pressure upon any broken skin or bruises. Rodrik could not close his eyes. If he fell asleep, he could never wake up. She would never lose him.  

“I want to stay,” she insisted, her stomach twisting at her brother’s gloomy words. “We’re better as a team, us Forresters. No one is this family is really alone, even when we think we deserve to be.” 

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‘ i don’t feel sorry for you. ’ ( BOI )

He didn’t even afford the Whitehill a glance over the shoulder; he was worth less than that. Rodrik’s head may have cocked to the left out of curiosity, hearing the man’s voice in a tone different to that which he was accustomed to; smaller, more distant - almost as if he was begging for validation of his views instead of barking a surface level insult.

This didn’t feel like a confrontation - it was strained, felt forced.It was as if the two of them were almost growing used to eachother, bored of the games and altercations they so often foundthemselves in. They still despised one another, but neither seemedto get any pleasure out of it. Gryff knew he couldn’t get a rise anymore, Rodrik knew he could do nothing about the Whitehill beinghere until the Gods gave him something to fight back with.

With a sigh, he continued hobbling on his way, hoping that theywouldn’t be conversing for long.

“If you think that upsets me, Gryff, you’re mistaken.” The name was a curse in his tongue. “But I do pity you.”

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‘ i’ve got you. just stay awake. can you do that for me? ’

Weak.

That’s what he felt, but also what he was. How could he save anyone in this state? To lie here and rely on Talia like this was an insult; to the house, to him, but most importantly to her. She had enough to worry about and deal with; namely the death of her own father and brother.

He suspected she spent so much time with him these days to take her mind off of those sorts of things, but such behaviour was likely as damaging as the wounds he’d suffered at the Twins. 

But Rodrik was no expert, and this wasn’t the first instance since his return where he had no idea what to do but was too proud - orcowardly - to admit it.

He had fallen earlier, again out of pride. Desperation to walk aloneled him to collapse and tear stiches in his side, causing bloodto once again start flowing and this time even more painfully.The maester told him that such an amount of bloodloss couldkill him even after being stemmed, and he had to fight the urgeto fall asleep out of lightheadedness.

So instead, he lay there, injuries aching and stinging unbearably. Microscopic fingers of flesh desperately attempting to grasp at each other to stitch together the rips in his broken body, bones longing to crach back in to place and becomes as strong as they had been the day he’d first rode out with father.

And there was Talia, sitting by his side when even the Maesterhad left. Talia, too stubborn to leave when all else had collapsedaround her, too stubborn to admit defeat.

“You don’t...” he murmured, his head rushing with dizziness ashe forced the words out. “...You don’t have to stay. I’m a foolfor pushing myself too far - this pain is my reward and I shouldsuffer it alone.”

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fiercefourthborn replied to your post “Much like our dear Rodders himself, I have risen from the grave for...”

am i really seeing what i think im seeing :o

thank @fifthbornforrester for tempting me into this lol

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* hurt prompts

‘ are you bleeding? ’

‘ take it easy. you hit your head. ’

‘ where does it hurt? ’ 

‘ sit still and let me take a look! ’

‘ how did you get that black eye? ’ 

‘ you should see the other guy. ’ 

‘ did i say you could get out of bed? ’

‘ that’s going to leave a bruise. ’

‘ i’ll get some ice. ’ 

‘ that’s what you get for picking fights. ’

‘ are you trying to give me a heart attack? ’

‘ what’s wrong with you? ’

‘ you can barely stand. ’

‘ did you throw the first punch? ’

‘ that’s a nasty bump. ’

‘ get in the car. you’re going to the hospital. ’

‘ at least bandage it. ’ 

‘ no, you’ll get an infection. ’ 

‘ wet floor signs are there for a reason, you know. ’

‘ you’re lucky. that icicle could’ve killed you. ’

‘ where’s your gratitude? i rescued you! ’

‘ i’m calling the nurse. ’

‘ was that stupid dare worth it? ’

‘ what happened to you? ’

‘ sit down. i’ll make some hot chocolate and fix you right up. ’

‘ are those bandages? ’

‘ you need stitches. ’

‘ look out for that tree branch. ’

‘ i’ve got you. just stay awake. can you do that for me? ’

‘ lean on me. ’

‘ you got two choices: let me carry you, or die out here. take your pick. ’

‘ shit, you’re burning up. ’  

‘ you’re not dying. it’s only a sprained ankle. ’

‘ lie down. ’

‘ i’m sorry. i know it hurts. here, hold my hand. ’

‘ you’re in no condition to be walking around. ’

‘ wake up! wake up! ’

‘ i don’t feel sorry for you. ’

‘ look at your face! ’

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Much like our dear Rodders himself, I have risen from the grave for round two. Fuck the Freys, Fuck the Boltons, Fuck ‘em all and Fuck not having written anything beyond scripts for months

Let’s hope I can get back in character despite the fact I last played ttgot in like 2016!

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YOUR FANDOM lay down

answer the questions below and then tag some friends.

TAGGED BY: @vxicefromhighpoint TAGGING: @littlehandmaiden, @txghut, whoever else wants to do it.

YOUR FANDOM: Game of Thrones: A Telltale Games Series, Game of Thrones, A Song of Ice and Fire.

YOUR MUSE: Rodrik Forrester. OTHER MUSES YOU HAVE PLAYED FROM THE FANDOM: Gregor Forrester, Arthur Glenmore, Britt Warrick, Lyanna Mormont. MUSE(S) YOU’D WANT TO PLAY FROM THE FANDOM: A Ryswell, maybe?

FAVOURITE CHARACTER(S): Talia Forrester, no question. FAVOURITE EPISODES/BOOKS: Watchers on the Wall & Hardhome (TV Show), The Lost Lords (Game) FAVOURITE PLOTLINE(S): Jon Snow’s plotline, Bran Stark’s S6 plotline (Show), Rodrik Forrester’s plotline (game). LEAST FAVOURITE CHARACTER(S): Gwyn Whitehill’s accent, Ramsay’s quickly dropping down there. SOMEONE YOU FEEL IS UNDERRATED:

FAVOURITE THEORY: T + M = L LEAST FAVOURITE THEORY: The ones where Tyrion is a Targ bastard and Meera is Jon’s twin, probably. A STORYLINE YOU’D CREATE: Hahahahahahaha do you even need to ask A STORYLINE YOU’D CHANGE: Show Dorne.

WHAT CROSSOVER DO YOU WANT FOR YOUR FANDOM: I just want my Forrester/Whitehill mention in the show. WHAT THE FUCK ARE MAZINS???? WHAT CHARACTER FROM ANOTHER FANDOM WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE APPEAR IN YOUR FANDOM?: I’m not really into crossovers of that sort, unless it’s a cheap cameo.

IN THE WORLD OF MY FANDOM, I’D BE: a Stableboy.

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“I’m not going to lie, this is not how I planned this would go down.”

“Why would you plan for something you barely know about and expect things to go as you had planned?”

Rodrik held a firm glare as he stared at his younger brother for a few more moments, then let his frown give way to a smirk as he raised a fist and lightly tapped Asher’s upper arm.

“You can be a right bloody fool sometimes, Asher,” he remarked. “Remind me never to make you my tactician when I’m Lord.”

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“What were you thinking?! You could’ve killed yourself!” ( ethan pls they just came back this is no time for sass )

“I’ll… have you know it was the Freys that almost killed me. I think they may have succeeded, considering how I feel like a corpse.”

His voice may have been hoarse, but Rodrik still managed to maintain a sense of humour. People had often said he didn’t have one, that he was too serious, but more often than not he had been overshadowed by Asher.

“Try not to be too angry with me, eh?” he smirked. “I think a few more strong words might kill me, judging by how weak I feel.”

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RP starters: Injured/death

“Hey, you’re bleeding!”

“Can you move?”

“You will be fine, I promise..”

“Don’t you dare to leave me. Not now.”

“We can get you fixed in no time.”

“Please get up.”

“I refuse to believe it will all end like this!”

“You won’t die, not on my watch!”

“Ouch.. that must hurt “

“Shit, wait.. I’ll patch you up.”

“What were you thinking?! You could’ve killed yourself!”

“I came too late..”

“You should’ve told me earlier.. I could’ve helped you!”

“I swear to god if you die on our way back I’ll kill you.”

“It’s nothing, just a scratch.”

“Look, no need to fuss over me. I’m fine!”

“Well, you see.. It’s a really long story. Will you help me or not?”

“I can’t make it.”

“I am dying. There is nothing you can do about it.”

“It’s not your fault, okay?”

“It just hurts… hurts so goddamn much.”

“Are you going to let me suffer more?”

“There is no happy ending to this.”

“I have been through worse…”

“I’m not going to lie, this is not how I planned this would go down.”

“They came out of nowhere.. I couldn’t react in time.”

“How bad does it look?”

“I knew this day would come.. sooner or later.”

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