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“Like waking up in our home one night to find ourselves in a blazing fire, we must be arsonists of emotion, forcing ourselves to grab only what is truly important to us before our life-rafters collapse in on us and we can no longer escape alive.”
( so last night i tried my hand at proper theme customization for the blog of a muse i made on a whim last night but im still really new to this so if someone could give it a look and tell me if it looks ok that'd be great uvu )
Okay I’ve been asked for a tutorial for my current updates tab, which is something like this:
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sooo tutorial under the cut! c:
( ok i could do drafts but i could also spend an hour making an emo throbb playlist and i think we know what the real winner is )
ain’t no friendship like a friendship where you’re either confused as siblings or gay lovers
my opinion on;
character in general: how they play them: the mun:
do i;
follow them: rp with them: want to rp with them: ship their character with mine:
what is my;
overall opinion:
**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.
not feeling starters rn so like this post and ill go into your inbox for plotting uvu
send me your url and i’ll post 3-5 icons that sum up my muse’s feelings on yours
i was just a kid
& all i really w a n t e d
was my f a t h e r
reminder that theon realizes he fucked up. reminder that theon loved robb so much he wanted to die with him. reminder that theon’s self esteem was so low he didn’t think robb could love someone like him. reminder that theon did not burn winterfell, nor did he kill bran or rickon. reminder that all theon deserves is a beheading for treason, not the torture ramsay inflicts on him.
Glimpse to the past
Theon’s fingers ache, one of them starting to bleed from a brush with the arrow’s tip. He didn’t care. This was the only place where he could be alone, away from them all. He had not been here long; he was still still adjusting to how the cold of the North gnawed on his islander skin.
( But he’d been here long enough to know his place, tossed around like a toy no one wanted. I will never be one of them. )
“My name is Theon,” he muttered by way of reply, though his scowl softened slightly as Robb approached. “What do you want?”
“You weren’t at dinner yesterday, Theon. Or the day before, or the day before that… Are you unhappy? Father says we shouldn’t mistreat our … ” The Stark golden boy trailed off, biting his lip.
“Ward?” Theon snapped. Prisoner. He hoped Robb didn’t notice the tears forming in his eyes.
A moment passed between them as neither said anything
Robb shook his head, seeming to gather his thoughts. “No. you’re my brother, Theon.” He smiled, a hint of summer in those clear blue eyes. “You look awfully cold.” He said matter of factly. “Here,” he unfastened his cloak and draping it over Theon’s bony shoulders.
“You’re my brother now. Now and always.”
Theon smiled at that.
Bonus: Include what happens to be intimidating about me!
