#askTRI

[thatrandomidiot182]

Reader messed up by telling Jace she wanted to be the one to kill his brother…like how did she think that would go over with him? I am curious of why she thought saying that would bring him to her side?

Oh yeah, Reader fumbled so bad. To be fair, she wasn't really thinking at the moment, kinda just blurted it out, she didn't say it as a way to bring him to her side, more as a way to get him to stop bashing Aemond.

I mean, this is the first time Reader and Jace meet after Viserys' death and before all out war.

Reader has plans and she knows that if it came down to it, she would never hurt Jace, so she's desperate to sway him to her side or at the least get him to run away with her.

Them running away tg was best case scenario, but as we know that didn't work out at all!

Anyway, as the convo continues Reader begins to get more and more desperate as Jace continues to refuse her offers. If they don't come to an agreement now, she knows it will be the end of them, no matter the winner of the war, their relationship would never be the same. Jace is being incredibly unswayable about this, and all for what reason? Because of Aemond.

There were many details left unsaid about Lukes death, so Jace latched onto the facts he did know.

Aemond hated Lucerys, and he was the one riding the dragon that killed him.

2 + 2 right?

So he goes on to reprimand reader for loving such a man, a murderer.

Reader loves Aemond as much as she does Jace so hearing him go on and on about how horrible Aemond is really gets to her. She has always stood up for Aemond because everyone villainizes him, and this case was no different.

She tried to convince Jace multiple different ways that Lukes death really was just an unfortunate accident but Jace is as stubborn as his mother.

He's also mourning, so he's not thinking very clearly either.

He latches onto the first conclusion his brain comes to as he hasn't had the proper time to process it all.

He knows that Reader also loves Aemond, for some odd reason, and he normally refrains from being too vulgar about his uncle for that reason, but he can't find it in himself to stop.

Honestly, Jace's tirade about Aemond wasn't all true, he was just venting and if he had gotten the chance to finish and calm down, he would have apologized and actually listened to reader.

However, Reader was highkey frustrated bc Jace kept insulting Aemond, and having witnessed Aemond's genuine remorse over the incident she began to feel more and more pressured to 'clear' his name, as well as becoming more anxious about Jace leaving for good. The conversation wasn't going how she wanted it too and it left her extremely frustrated!

Thus, she jumped the gun and blurted out what she believed to be the truth in an attempt to absolve Aemond of yet another lie ruining his reputation.

She immediately regretted it, especially because she didn't mean for it to come out as it did.

Had she wanted to kill Lucerys? Yes.

That is the undeniable truth, however she never actually told Aemond that, and she never actually would have done it either, seeing as Jace genuinely loved his brother.

Now, Aemond was incredibly pissed at Luke no doubt, but he was still his nephew and not to mention, a child. No matter how angry he was he didn't ever consider killing the boy, he simply wanted to be properly avenged, Luke's death took that chance away from him...

Reader could have stayed and explained her words more thoroughly but Jace wouldn't have heard her out at that point.

In short, the reason she said what she said was due to a lapse in judgement, a rush of emotion and desperation.

It all could have been avoided if either Jace or Reader was patient or thinking clearly, or practiced clear communication properly lol.

I actually plan to write an ending where they clear things up before leaving Winterfell...

HOWEVER!! This is not the end for Reader and Jace canon-wise!! I do plan on having them reconnect at some point before the end of season two, I just haven't figured out how...

Hope this answered your question anon! If not, please don't hesitate to ask me again bc I can sometimes overexplain and still completely miss the point lol.

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((This actually took awhile … as all the instrumental on my playlists had vocal parts.  A proper ask challenge.  \o/))

[eliasbouchardslut]

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Hekate: Have you ever tried to communicate with the dead?

“Aye.  That be one thing some shamans do.  It be part of what I do.”

Tristram’s arms folded together as the highlander leaned forward in his chair, setting the to rest table top.

“It be a hard thing, as most who do be returning to the land as they should either don’t be knowing, or they be stuck on a purpose.  Most all they be knowing if they linger be the last thoughts, or the most important ones.  Don’t be things like what they be having for breakfast before or their favorite color.”

“I don’t be ever be dealing with those who already be with the land again.  Their rest be earned, and be needed before the land gives them back again.”

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Arawn: What is the most terrifying thing you've ever done?

The oily lamplight of the backwoods tavern flickered as the highlander craned his head to one side as his hand lifted to scratch idly over the side of his neck.

“Terrifying?  Be a prime choice of word.” He spoke with a slow, nearly cautious crawl.  “Don’t usually be holding my acts with that kind of measure … truthful now? I think it be surviving Carteneau.  Not the battle and skirmishing itself … but the damned blood eyed moon and primal that fell on us.”

“It was a rage that filled the air and be feeling it beneath your skin.  A chaos of screams and shattering in a noise that be so loud it buried any thought you be having.  I still don’t rightly be knowing how I lived through that, to be sitting here in this shite tavern now.  I truly believed in those moments I would be washed away in it all made to dust, with little left to be returning to the land.”

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Attachment: Tristram Greythorne

Attachment Style Test

Your attachment style is:

44.4% Relaxed, 16.7% Engaging

Relaxed-Engaging (Secure): Relaxed-Engaging individuals tend to have good self-esteem and typically find it easy to share their feelings and opinions with others. They spend less time fretting and second-guessing themselves than individuals in the other three quadrants, and they generally find it easy to ask others for help or support when in need. They are usually straightforward and trusting in their relations with others, and their usual state is one of being open, approachable, and relaxed. For this reason, they typically have fewer interpersonal defenses than others. They naturally seek to connect with others while remaining realistic about the transformative power of intimate relationships: Relaxed-Engaging individuals don't expect to be swept off their feet, or to have their entire world turned upside-down by the arrival of some romantic savior or the like - they're already "comfortable in their own skin," so to speak. Instead, they seek to cultivate simple virtues, such as mutual trust and a sense of shared intimacy with others. They generally don't play games, but seek to establish uncomplicated and mutually beneficial relationships.

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*Maniacal laughter* D A N U.

“My mother?”  Tristram said as he leaned forward in his chair, arms resting on the tabletop worn smooth from years of polish from mugs and elbows.  “How I be getting along with her?”

“That be depending on the tale you be hearing of her.  And me.  Some say she made me from clay, trapping the souls of the children she ate.  Another one be I be grown from a pound of her flesh, and another say I be something she consorted with the Void to be creating.”  His eyes had narrowed as he spoke while a sardonic line was drawn on his lips.

“She be more a wanderer than I, but we still be talking.  Only where our roads and winds happen to cross.  Or when she be having purpose to be seeking to speak to me.  It do be worth saying … better it be me than you.”

[tgreythorne]

Self Knowledge: Tristram Greythorne

REVERENCE

One part of you dreams of giving yourself up – perhaps just for a while – to a hero or mentor. In the right circumstances you can flourish by letting go of your ego. In your inner life, reverence plays out as a willing submission to your own conscience. In the outside world, you might get frustrated searching for something worth believing in – a country, a person, a company – but you will always be open to feeling respect, admiration and wonder.

INDEPENDENCE

You don’t set out to be different for its own sake; you are more easily guided by what interests and moves you. You are more concerned about what is right for you than about the pressure to fit in. In sex you are more aware than others of impulses which are not entirely conventional. You know the value of selective irresponsibility, of forgetting occasionally about being ‘good’.

SENSITIVITY

You have delicate, sensitive perceptions; you can be deeply moved by appearances – the right light in a room, or good food, or the texture of a piece of clothing. Expressive, intelligent language has a powerful hold on you; your mind works better when it is inspired and provoked by vivid imagery. It can be sad to live in a world which is often so ugly and not properly looked after. But you know that things can be otherwise, and you have the ability to appreciate the world at its best.

Take the quiz –>here!<–

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[tgreythorne]

Bad Habits:  Tristram Greythorne

Swearing | Fingernail Chewing | Slouching | Slurring | Drinking | Smoking | Drugs | Impulse Decisions | Obsessive Linkpearl Checking | Bad Time Management | Slang | Poor Grammar | Overworking | Slacking Off | Over Sleeping | Under sleeping | Skin Picking | Poor Eye Contact | Lying | Rambling | Skipping Breakfast | Junk food | Self Criticism | Procrastinating | Day Dreaming | Forgetful | Envious | Jealous | Gossiper | Drama Seeking | Secret Teller | Spitting | Lip Licking | Lip Chewing | Drinking from the Bottle | Yelling | Poor Hygiene | Impatient | Hot Headed | Biased | Complaining | Scab Picking | Cheek Biting | Teeth Gnashing | Stealing | Scamming | Speeding | Hair Pulling | Large Ego | Eavesdropping | Exaggerating | Fidgeting | Free Loading | Littering | One-Upping | Whining | Borrowing without Returning | Unnecessary Aggression | Talking during Performances | Plagiarism | Copying | Glaring | Spacing Out | Ignoring | Over Critical | Messy | Hateful | Overly Prideful

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[tgreythorne]

(You know our garlic-y secret. This means ... buying tons of stock in a perfume manufacturer, yes.)

((Parsley is also known counter-agent of garlic.  One full fresh spring, sprinkled on a Garlean near the end of cooking should counteract most of the negative effects.))

[tgreythorne]

IC Class Knowledge: Tristram Greythorne

D I S C I P L E S   O F   W A R

Much of his time spent in Eorzea after the fall of Ala Mhigo was that as a free mercenary for hire.  Tristram took up the spear and lance for many years, being already familiar with the weapon as a means for hunting from his youth in the wilds of Gyr Abania.

GLADIATOR || PALADIN: Unskilled | Novice | Adept | Expert | Master MARAUDER || WARRIOR: Unskilled | Novice | Adept | Expert | Master DARK KNIGHT: Unskilled | Novice | Adept | Expert | Master PUGILIST || MONK: Unskilled | Novice | Adept | Expert | Master LANCER || DRAGOON: Unskilled | Novice | Adept | Expert | Master ROGUE || NINJA: Unskilled | Novice | Adept | Expert | Master SAMURAI: Unskilled | Novice | Adept | Expert | Master ARCHER || BARD: Unskilled | Novice | Adept | Expert | Master MACHINIST: Unskilled | Novice | Adept | Expert | Master

D I S C I P L E S   O F   M A G I C

Trained as a shaman of old Gyr Abanian traditions, his path is not that of the more commonly seen healer but that of one who wields the elements themselves.

CONJURER || WHITE MAGE : Unskilled |  Novice | Adept | Expert | Master ARCANIST || SCHOLAR || SUMMONER: Unskilled | Novice | Adept | Expert | Master ASTROLOGIAN:  Unskilled | Novice | Adept | Expert | Master THAUMATURGE || BLACK MAGE: Unskilled |  Novice | Adept | Expert | Master RED MAGE:  Unskilled | Novice | Adept | Expert | Master

D I S C I P L E S   O F   T H E   H A N D

Carving wards and charms is not uncommon among Ala Mhigans, and while Tristram does practice this art, his only reasonable skill seems to be in either spiritual charms or magical focuses such as wands and staves.

CARPENTER: Unskilled | Novice | Adept | Expert | Master BLACKSMITH: Unskilled | Novice | Adept | Expert | Master ARMORER: Unskilled | Novice | Adept | Expert | Master GOLDSMITH: Unskilled | Novice | Adept | Expert | Master LEATHERWORKER: Unskilled | Novice | Adept | Expert | Master WEAVER: Unskilled | Novice | Adept | Expert | Master ALCHEMIST: Unskilled | Novice | Adept | Expert | Master CULINARIAN: Unskilled | Novice | Adept | Expert | Master

D I S C I P L E S   O F   T H E   L A N D

A lifetime of living off the land itself has giving this highlander and uncanny ability to both survive and obtain needed items in the wilds.

MINER: Unskilled | Novice | Adept | Expert | Master BOTANIST: Unskilled | Novice | Adept | Expert | Master FISHER: Unskilled | Novice | Adept | Expert | Master

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Three Character Gifs

Cullen Bohannon - Weathered, rugged, pragmatic, and enjoys a good whiskey.

Strider - Wanderer of the wilds, and uncertain of the mantles he is to shoulder.

Rollo - A warrior who struggles with his own conflicts and impulses.

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((Thanks to @carved-spirit for the last one.))

Tagging: @autochthonousone; @the-mage-and-the-monk (Helena); @erioch; @the-worst-mercenaries (Soks); @mislaid-vestige; and all the other later comers

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6♠️ - Does your muse believe in fate/destiny? 9♣️ - What is your muse’s proudest accomplishment?

Trisrtam smirked sharply at the Fist, his seat protesting with the creak of aged wood as he threw his arm over the back of the chair.

“Didn’t you and I be arguing about this once, likely after too much whiskey until daylight be threatening to climb back into the sky?”

The man nodded, causing the few free braids from his scalp to swing slowly.

“Aye, I always do be sorting there be fate. But I don’t be agreeing to that idea that it be set or fixed.  It be a destination of our choosing, though we don’t always be seeing where that road we be choosing goes when it be over the horizon.  I don’t be thinking it be something the Twelve place on us when we be born and that be all we have.”

Tristram unhooked his arm from the back of the chair and reached for the nearby bottle to take a quick sip from the contents within.

“And thing I be proudest of doing?”  A single eye closed as he hummed in though.  “Slain a dragon.  Proper one.  I even still be having a fang from it.  That don’t be an easy feat especially if you don’t be one of those Ishgardian knights who be training their whole lives for slaying them.”

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7♥️ - Has your muse ever cheated or been cheated on? / 8♣️ - What is your muse the most stubborn about? / A♦️ - What is the most important message your muse has ever received? / 10♠️ - How does your muse cope with grief?

His elbow was propped on the palm smoothed wood of the ramshackle table as his chin in the palm of his cupped hand.  The pads of his fingers drummed against his cheekbone as a slow series of blinks ticked off.

“Well that be a score of questions …”  The highlander mused with a sharp smirk at the fellow shaman as his hand left his chin to fold his arm over the other resting on the table.

“Cheating? I only be set solely to someone less than a hand count ever in my own suns and vowed to someone only once, and I never be seeing cause to be straying from them.  Better to be facing and ending things if it be at that point anyroad.  If they ever cheated on me, then it don’t be by my knowing …”  Tristram’s shoulders rose and fell with an indifferent shrug.

The man’s arm rose to cover his mouth in thought for a few moments while his thumb scratched idly on the tabletop.  “Don’t know if I can be called stubborn … so it be hard to sort that out.  I can be set to my road once started.  Do be taking a pretty ill turn to have me be changing my mind on a direction once set. That and you will never be finding me in Ishgard proper.”

“As for missives … not too many be sending me lettered or any written word.  But most important word I have ever be receiving that the Wall be open, and there be a path to Gyr Abania again.  Word that it be time to go home.”  There was a subtle smile that drew on his mouth as he moved on to the final inquiry.

“And grief.  Aye.”  Tristram’s head listed to side, the tilt of his neck letting the loose braid from his scalp swing freely in the air with the weight of it’s rough crafted metal bead.  “I be preferring too much spirits and sleep, swiving till the body the be in no shape for it, and hauling of to some corner to settle on my own.”

[tgreythorne]

Famous First Lines of Poetry

Famous first lines of poetry; BOLD the ones that apply to your muse.

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked // tyger tyger, burning bright // i have done it again. // do not go gentle into that good night. // the sea is calm to-night. // let us go then, you and i, //  april is the cruelest month, // pretty women wonder where my secret lies. // there is a place where the sidewalk ends // i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) // two roads diverged in a yellow wood,// whose woods these are i think i know // let us twain walk aside from the rest; // once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary, // i taught myself to live simply and wisely // it so happens i am sick of being a man // i wandered lonely as a cloud // does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? // o my love is like a red, red rose // o captain! my captain! our fearful trip is done; // out of the night that covers me, // it was many and many a year ago, // you may write me down in history // do not stand at my grave and weep // some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice. // hope is the thing with feathers // the wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, // no man is an island, // remember me when i am gone away, // i met a traveller from an antique land // ‘twas brillig, and the slithy toves // this is thy hour o soul, // when we wear the mask that grins and lies, // death be not proud, //  and death shall have no dominion. // laugh, and the world laughs with you // the art of losing isn’t hard to master; // to see a world in a grain of sand // is there anybody there? said the traveller // nobody heard him, the dead man, // that crazed girl improving her music. // come to me in the silence of the night; // where the mind is without fear and the head is held high // when you are old and grey and full of sleep, // in flanders’ fields the poppies blow // i thought of you and how you love this beauty // life, believe, is not a dream // it may be misery not to sing at all, // if starry space no limit knows // come live with me and be my love, // had we but world enough and time, // my heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense // bright star, would i were steadfast as thou art– // thou still unravish’d bride of quietness // how do i love thee? let me count the ways. // heaven is what I cannot reach! // my dear, my dear, i know // in visions of the dark night // shall i compare thee to a summers day? // break, break, break // she walks in beauty, // i had a dream, which was not all a dream. // he clasps the crag with crooked hands

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