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also yeah there's only 2 eps out and i havent read the books since i was like fuckin 12 but: @stormtread

#wow icb he's gonna be ✨show canon✨ #im usually a book girlie #not today ig

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lucas lynggaard tønnesen as rasmus andersen in the rain 1.02

#my wittle baybee

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imma be active on here tonight mayhaps?

#my drafts and inbox staring @ me rn like: WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?

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and if i make a percy jackson solo blog, opinions? also follow my pjato multimuse, and atreus

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avoiding Tumblr until I can watch pjo

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and if i make a percy jackson solo blog, opinions? also follow my pjato multimuse, and atreus

#for the character not an oc #bc i know imma love percy sm in the show #i loved him as a kid in the books but alas i remember those like.... not at all

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cant wait 2 make bran a son of demeter.

#🧍‍♂️ im so uncreative

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IN 3 DAYS THIS BLOG BOUTTA GO SO FUCKIN ACTIVE.

#my pjo multimuse bc u think i can make just ONE OC? no #also im gonna write percy on there #and or make him his own solo idk yet

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as written for @warpainte's : mikayla desousa

THEY CALL BRAN AND THE OTHERS: VICTORS ! but what are they really, except for a glorified pack of dogs on a leash? 𝚜𝚎𝚎, 𝚜𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚒𝚝 ... he owns it with his hand on their leads; but some of them are blind or are just too new to realize it. bran's had time to learn that the collars they wear have spikes in them, but that doesn't stop himself from bleeding dry on them, staining himself with the blood of 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚗.

throwing back a small plated hors d'oeuvres, the victor watches with hollow eyes at the fanciful colors that surround him ( some of which are warn by his fellow victors ) and remains close to the edge of the garden. they were all dragged out of their districts for a purpose, some more condemned than others, but bran had- had his fair share of tonight's events to grow bone tired from them; instead 𝚜𝚙𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 over the occasional sip of a wine glass, nodding in greeting at the fellow victor that has settled beside him.

she was smart to escape the crowds, though sooner rather than later the public would find this little retreat away from the party too, they at least for these few moments 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 and some allowance to breathe without president snow's gaze carving grueling demands into their backs. the same could not be said for some of the others.

#warpainte #closed starter #hope this is alright!! #timeline: post 67th hg / pre 74th

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THE RAIN CLOUDS WERE CHANGING, all but threatening a torrential down pour like they haven't yet seen this season. high ground was safe, it would help keep them dry and keep their supplies from spoiling, but first— after they climbed this ridge— they'd need to find shelter for that; and from more than just the elements.

" 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎. "

next: grasping at limestone, his finger tips dig into naturally borne cracks and crevices, and yank himself up after her— the point of his tennis shoe, bending as he applies pressure and grinds the front sole against the bluff. though the climb wasn't high, even a twisted ankle from a fall of only a couple yards 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕; bran had seen lesser take men and women alike down and out for the foreseeable count.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤstill, he had faith in mercy, and he had trust in himself.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ" mind giving me a hand? "

IT'S A BIT OF A CLIMB, BUT NOTHING MONSTROUS. ground any higher will do them good while the rain comes down, aimless as it is irksome as it is persistent. she digs her toe against silt at the base of the ledge, unimpressed with its hold, but is taken by bran's offer - a steady boost. ‘ thanks. ’ the girl takes it, hauls herself up by sheer will over strength, thankful for rock more solid where the water hasn't worn it.

#mehrcedita #so sorry this took so long !!! <3 <3 #loving them already #bran cares sm

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as written for @pointm4n's : arthur

NO ONE WOULD TELL HIM, BUT BRAN KNEW. he had died under the surface of 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚔𝚎, same as the girl he'd speared through and through using her own sword. he didn't know for sure, but for four minutes and thirty seven seconds the capitol's finest doctors had worked on resuscitating him; emptying bran's lungs of water, and restarting his heart.

after all, what was their game 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 ?

" be careful with him. " a doctor warns arthur as the two men stand in the doorway of bran's hospital room: the blond boy in question staring up and ahead at the panels of the ceiling, mostly numb from the pain medicine coursing through his veins and the harsh reality that he had been tugged back from a brink, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊? had not been.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤpoppy. edle. noel.

a bedside alarm goes off as bran stiffens in the gurney, blood pressure rising as the events of the games replay fresh in his head; every foe, every friend, all of them running through his mind as they had through the mines.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤhow was he alive? 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 ?

MAKE ㅤTHEM ㅤSUFFER ㅤFOR ㅤIT !

" — NOEL ! " bran jerks upright then, pulling on multiple wires that cause more screeching to echo throughout the room, the doctor attempting to go back on his word and block arthur's entry into the room, calling over the other's head for more assistance.

#pointm4n #whats better than trauma and angst? nothing

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sorry for the low activity !!!! will be back on my game tomorrow hopefully.

#im on disc tho if u need me !! : lordrosfield

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i have cried for the past 30 minutes

#watching fellow travelers series finale at 3 am was not smart

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had a massive panic attack today, won't be around till much later.

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@gi4nt

anyways follow my son

#i wanna be more active on him #but alas the rpc for GOW is dead

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HURT / COMFORT : STARTERS

a collection of quotes, phrases, and sayings for when your muse needs a little TLC. change & alter as needed.

THE HURT:

“Nah, it’s not that bad. I’ve had worse.”

“I don’t think I can walk that far… or at all.”

“I’m fine. I don’t need your help.”

“Will you stay with me? Just until I fall asleep?”

“I’m sorry, I’m just—I’m just really tired.”

“I don’t need a break. I’m okay.”

“It was my fault. It was all my fault.”

“I think I need help.”

“So, I don’t think I’m dying, or anything, and it’s probably not that serious, but… I’m kinda bleeding. A lot.”

“Is the room spinning right now, or is that just me?”

“No, I’m okay, I just… I hit my head. Really hard. I’ll be okay, just give me a second.”

“I’m not sick! I’m fine!”

“No, I don’t think any of my bones are broken, or anything like that. Just bad bruises.”

“Yeah, but you should see the other guy.”

“I’m fine. This just happens sometimes. It’s normal for me.”

“I’ve got a headache.”

“Seriously, though, I’m fine! Stop making such a big deal out of it!”

“I’ve been taking care of myself for a long time. I don’t need your help, and I definitely don’t need your pity. Fuck off.”

“Please tell me I don’t look as bad as I feel.”

“I think I’m running a fever.”

“So, what’s the prognosis, Doc? Am I gonna live?”

“Stop fussing over me! I’m not a baby!”

“Can I stay with you tonight? I just… really don’t want to be alone right now.”

“No, I-I’m okay. It was just a nightmare. Go back to sleep.”

“I… can’t actually remember the last time I had something to eat.”

“You shouldn’t be here. You’ll get sick, too.”

THE COMFORT:

“Honey, have you been crying? What is it? What’s wrong?”

“I think you’d better take a break.”

“It’s not your fault, sweetheart. You did everything you could.”

“You don’t have to go through this alone. I’m right here for you if you’ll just let me in.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you. There is absolutely nothing wrong with you. Don’t ever let yourself believe that there is.”

“You really don’t realize just how many people love you, do you?”

“If you’re not going to take care of yourself, at least let me do it for you!”

“I’m sorry. I know it hurts.”

“You’re not alone, baby. You never have been.”

“Let’s get you some food.”

“You’re dead on your feet, poor thing. Come on, you need some sleep.”

“Stay where you are. I’m coming to get you.”

“Tell me where it hurts.”

“How many times have I told you to be more careful?!”

“It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m right here, okay? I’m not gonna leave you. I’m never gonna leave you.”

“Oh, honey, you’re safe now. I promise. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

“Go ahead and take a shower. I’ll fix you something to eat.”

“What happened to you, baby?”

“I’ll kill that bastard. I’ll kill him for what he did to you.”

“You look like shit, man.”

“Whoa, whoa, take it easy! You got pretty banged up back there, and you don’t want to go making yourself worse.”

“I’m not trying to baby you. It’s called taking care of my friends.”

“Sweetheart, you’re burning up! Why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you tell anyone you were sick?”

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love my occasionally angry boy, anyways i wrote one (1) thing today and i've been in a slump lately with writing and my emotions so i'm gonna take that as a win !!!