#HE'S HEREEEEE

[theplottdump]

Johann: Rangers- 𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦. Welcome to our little slice of Paradise. My personal 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙧𝙞-𝙡𝙖- my 𝙓𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙙𝙪.

Johann: Come in, come in, sit awhile. Meditate on the greater meaning with me. Kate: No thank you. Vera: I take it you're the owner of this establishment? 𝗝𝗼𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗻 𝗩𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿, correct? Johann: Ah Yes, in a past life perhaps- but please, call me Shepherd.

Johann: Now, tell me- to what honor do I owe my present company? I can assure you all my papers are filed properly.

Johann: Check with the other rangers; but you'll find that I own this lot. I am allowed to set up my permanent residence on it year round.

It is quite unlike the park service to bother me all the way out here for no reason.

Johann: In fact, I don't think I've seen you two around the park at all before. Vera: We're new recruits. Johann: Ah, yes, of course. That would explain it- your uniforms, are a creative choice.

Not that I'm complaining. Young people have so much spirit.

Kate: Sir, you do realize that summer is an extremely high risk wildfire season? Johann: Ah, I see you've noticed our little campfire circle.

Vera: Sir unless you have a permit, or access to an actual marked government fire ring- I'm afraid I'm going to have to tell you that the park service just can't allow any unregulated fires of that size going up this deep in the national park. Johann: I see.

Johann: And tell me ladies, what did you say your names were again?

[intheweirwood]

INTRODUCING: DORAN SWANN, RULING LORD OF STONEHELM.

hands stained with blood and a heart stained with guilt + the distant sound of clashing swords + wounds that won’t close serving as reminders of those lost + fanning the flames of violence + the unending thrum of vengeance + the rumble of hooves against dirt + overflowing ale and tavern tales + the shift in temperature as storms approach. 

BASICS. 

full name: doran swann.  title: the lord of stonehelm. the storm’s fury.  age: thirty.  gender & pronouns: cis male & he/him.  orientation: heterosexual.  allegiance: himself, house swann, the stormlands.  spoken languages: common  tongue.  religion: faith of the seven.  familial relations: utp swann (sibling), utp swann (sibling), utp swann (sibling) relationship status: single (fuckboy) pets: none. 

PHYSICAL. 

eye color: dark brown. hair: black, cropped short.  height: 6’1” build/body: a tall and muscular man, toned from years of battle. thick, with scarred hands and a commanding presence.   distinguishing marks: a long scar across his back, earned fighting the dornish. a large tattoo on his chest inked by fellow soldiers after each battle, each whirl serving as a memorial to those lost. 

BACKGROUND. 

he came into the world screaming – a fitting start for an heir set to inherit a century of war and fighting. as the child grew into a man, whatever softness might have existed inside him gave way to vengeance, a compulsive need to avenge those lost at the hands of dornish invaders. how many good men were taken? how many friends whose shadows would never again darken his door? how many women and children unfortunate enough to live too close to the border? 

he was six when his closest boyhood friend lost his father in battle. eight when he was called to listen alongside his father, the then-ruling lord of stonehelm, to pleas for aid that came from women whose husbands could no longer provide for them. ten when he saw firsthand the aftermath of war:  burning homes, weeping families, bodies that would never be recovered. twelve when he took his first life on the battlefield. he was not meant to be there – his father said he was not ready – but he had been training for years by then, guided by the best swordsman in the stormlands, and he could not stomach sitting idly by while his house fought and died for the realm. 

whatever his father thought of it, the boy’s decision to fight gained him the respect of the men who fought for his house. they welcomed him into their ranks and from that day forward, he was with them at every opportunity. the brave, headstrong and rash boy became more soldier than lordling. the men who fought alongside him respected him for that – he proved, each time he swung between them and an enemy on the field, that he fought for them as much as with them, and that he saw his own life as no more valuable than theirs. he grew into a leader, a man they wanted to follow and trusted with their lives, and it was an honor he took seriously.

off the battlefield, the man was not so different – he laughs like a soldier, tells soldiers’ bawdy jokes, whores and drinks and brawls in taverns not meant for lordlings. he is a man of huge appetites and makes no bones about seeking out the things that please him. likewise, he is unafraid to challenge those who displease him, never backing down from words spoken in drunken bravado. 

though he spent nearly as much time away from his family as with them during his youth, he will not suffer a bad word spoken about them, nor a hand raised against them. they, more than anything else, are why he fights – so that they do not have to suffer as those under their protection have suffered. it was, after all, his mother’s face he saw reflected in the faces of the women who pled for assistance in his youth, his brother’s eyes he saw peering back at him from underneath the helms of dying men, his sister’s cries he heard echoed in the weeping of maidens whose loves would never return. 

it is this love for his family that has driven him to a darker place than ever before. 

a year ago, his father died at the hands of dornish invaders bearing the name allyrion. he and a handful of other soldiers had chosen to entertain a group of visiting braavosi ladies during their short leave, and so he was not present for the unexpected skirmish. that left his father and a small group of men to defend against the host alone. he is told that his father died well, wielding his battle axe as powerfully as he ever had, but he hates himself for not being there. had he been, he would’ve cut down anyone,  done anything, including taking the deathblow himself, to protect the man who raised him.

 instead, the soldier, angrier and more vengeful than ever before, became the ruling lord of stonehelm. he has come to king's landing in the hope of strengthening ties between the stormlanders – of forging a united, strong front to face off against any future incursions. peace is a lovely dream, he thinks, but a foolish one. he knows the small folk – he knows the hatred that burns inside them after a century of burning, pillaging, killing. they will not forget it and he doubts the dornish will either, no matter whose ass sits on the iron throne or the promises made between noble lords and ladies. and so, he sees it as his duty to make sure that when the inevitable fighting breaks out anew, the stormlands are ready. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS. 

SOLDIERS/BEST FRIENDS (1 or 2): these would be his closest friends, soldiers he fought alongside and trusts with his life, and can be either noble or small folk. doran would see them as almost brothers, people he would do anything for. they have shared memories of battle but also of late nights in taverns, drinking until they could hardly walk, picking up women while on leave, etc. basically… i’m seeking frat boy soldier energy here laksjdfl FRIENDS: new friends, old friends, soldiers he knew less well, friends he’s fallen out with, training partners, begrudging friends, people he’s trying to make alliances with, unlikely friends… open to all the things!  ENEMIES: he’s made a few enemies over the years, and i’d love to see some of them in king’s landing! would be super easy if they’re dornish (the man has a bIAS, i’m sorry) but they could also be people he’s brawled with in taverns, someone whose sister he messed about (again… i’m sorry), someone who just thinks he’s an ass (bc he is) ALLIANCES: he’s a man on a mission when it comes to unifying/strengthening the stormlands, so if there’s anyone out there who feels strongly about this, let’s gooo! maybe your muse is pushing for peace (he doesn’t think it’s possible, but he’d be down to assist) or maybe your character wants to build ties that could help them out later. i’m being kinda vague about this, but if it tickles your fancy at all, lmk and i’m happy to plot!  annnnnnd literally anything else! I’ve got so much muse for him and will throw him into pretty much any situation, so… let’s do it! 

[akiiichiii]

🌸🌸🌸

[rrandomtthings]

Kaiju No. 8 • Episode 1

Kafka Hibino

[seiwas]

you wear katsuki’s clothes to bed.

among all your cotton and silk pajamas, you prefer the thinning fabric of his faded tees. there are holes in some of them, just a few more seams away from their undoing as they fit far too large on you—but that’s why you love them.

they’re comfy and worn; lived in with love from the man that you love. when katsuki is gone for days or weeks at a time, you find his warmth intertwined within the threads of his t-shirts. when the fabric presses against your back, the bed doesn’t feel nearly as empty as it is.

(though it can never replace him. nothing can, you fear.)

“hoggin’ all my shirts,” he tuts, but you know it means nothing. the roll of white fabric is neatly folded unto itself, its crisp corners unfurling once handed over.

you giggle, shaking off its folds and fitting the hem right over your head. from the corner of your eye, you see katsuki’s gaze, watching you wrangle the fabric over you as the towel wrapped around your body slowly drops to the floor.

he turns away then, a little too quickly, a little too abruptly. if you look at him now, you’re sure you’ll find flushed cheeks and crimson eyes burning in shame for wanting you so inopportunely.

“guess you’ll just have to take me with it then.”

[farharbour]

a gun in each hand and a smile on my face!

[veroinfaciem]

My piece for the @surgeonofdeathcollab :D Thank you for the event 🖤🖤🖤

[spineless-lobster]

I think my favourite headcanon that I have is that zag loves I’m gonna claw out your eyes (and drown you to death) and mel loves hymn to zagreus, and sometimes they annoy each other by trying to sing their respective songs louder than the other

[accio-victuuri]

xz studio weibo update

#每日见肖战# Take a ray of freshness and encounter natural freshness.Start a silky journey with @X玖少年团肖战DAYTOY , see you later.

[stygiovictoria]

GUYS I NEED TO KILL MYSELF

[temeyes]

[OC] eastaughffes

[tekitothemagpie]

[bahoreal]

i love mdzs so much like you get through two books of wei wuxian being a fun little guy with a really big reputation and then you find out How He Got That Reputation and it's like oh... this man hasnt just been through he horrors he literally invented most of them

[qsmpcryptid]

BAD DEPARTING ALL THIS WISDOM ABOUT GRIEF OM THE EGGS SO THE KIDS THEMSELVES CAN FOLLOW IT WHEN HE DIES............

[rawserhh]

OUH MY HOSSDDDGODDAJ

[thenamelessdudessecondblog]

I HAVE NO TIME