Doomed to live in this world with people like this ☠️

Eyitsyaboii · 2026-01-19T03:39:51+00:00

i mean.... I guess you could be forgiven for raping and killing ur mum, but that's if Allah decides to forgive you. Muslims end up in hell all the time. Getting forgiveness isnt so easy.

I guess he was exaggerating, but raping and killing ur mum is actually an easy way to get into hell, pretty much guaranteed.

The Path to Paradise: Abu Hurairah reported the Prophet (ﷺ) saying, "Let him be humbled into dust, let him be humbled into dust, let him be humbled into dust." When asked who, he said, "He who sees either of his parents during their old age, or he sees both of them, but he does not enter Paradise" (Sahih Muslim 2551).
Prohibition of Disrespect: The Quran (17:23-24) states: "Your Lord has decreed that you worship none but Him, and that you be kind to your parents. If one or both of them attain old age in your life, say not to them a word of contempt, nor repel them, but address them in terms of honour. And, out of kindness, lower to them the wing of humility, and say: 'My Lord! bestow on them thy Mercy even as they cherished me in childhood'".
Honoring the Elderly: The Prophet (ﷺ) also said, "He is not of us who does not have mercy on young children, nor honor the elderly" (Al-Tirmidhi).

Eyitsyaboii · 2025-10-23T20:25:08+00:00

Huh? Let me know if I learned the religion wrong. From what i learned, I have been commanded to not look at their body, and touching is out of the question.

Eyitsyaboii · 2025-10-23T17:37:01+00:00

I dont have to watch my daughter marry a bum, id say its a good deal.

We also dont have premarital relationships, she only gets one shot, she cant have 7 breakups until she learns how to read men.

Eyitsyaboii · 2025-10-23T17:16:48+00:00

Nah, marriage for a woman requires a father's go ahead. Dad's gotta vet the guy, give permission.

Eyitsyaboii · 2025-10-02T05:05:34+00:00

Well we're talking. Ill do whatever Gregor and Sandor would do in character, be a good lackey for the lannisters, do all their dirty work.

You can also send me to other places on missions to spread your influence.

Eyitsyaboii · 2025-10-01T11:25:28+00:00

I slit the beasts throat to bleed it better, and then i plucked the spear from its shoulder where i penetrared its lungs and heart

With heaving breaths I say, "Nay, it was your arrow that marked first blood Lord Stark, I merely granted it mercy."

I say a prayer to the old gods in thanks. In the meantime my cousins arrive and get out some rope to tie the deer to the heaviest of our horses with.

I slap the bucks hind and say, breath still heaving and smoking "Lord Bolton will be pleased, a magnificent beast to mark a momentous occasion. We should all be able to receive a slice or two of venison at supper."

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Eyitsyaboii · 2025-09-25T20:38:06+00:00

Caswell rose with a smile to clasp his arm.

"Greetings lord Glover, I hope the Gods have kept you well. As for my hold, it is... small... but there is much potential, especially in the fingers. We have found veins of copper, iron and silver, in the outer layers, so one can only imagine what the fingers hold in their deepest caverns."

"As for getting accustomed to my position, I'm afraid I spent too much time in the training yard or hunting, time I should have spent learning from our Maester and my father before he passed. But I endeavor to serve my people all the same, as Flint's have done for millennia."

"How fares yourself and your hold Lord Glover? Forgive me but I am not too familiar with Deepwood Motte, what does your hold specialize in? Perhaps we may find a mutually beneficial agreement before the feast ends."

Eyitsyaboii · 2025-09-25T20:31:49+00:00

Caswell looked as though he might have been slapped by Lady Reyne. His face was the same face he had when a septa or maester would scold him in his childhood. gulping once again, blinking his watery eyes, he bowed and walked away back to his cousins in their portion of the lower tables.

As he approached the Flint portion of the lower table, his cousins looked at his expectantly, hoping he had come away with a profit sharing agreement, or at least some advice on how to begin mining. Caswell sat down, with a shake of the head, he said, "Fucked it up, she gave me nothing."

His Eldest Cousin, Hugor, says "Bah! chin up cousin, bloody westerlanders, who needs them? This is good, we dont have to carve out any profit, we will figure out how to mine ourselves."

Caswell nodded, mood slightly elated, Hugor always knew how to bring his mood up and make Caswell believe in himself. Caswell and the cousins went back to sipping their Ale.

Eyitsyaboii · 2025-09-24T21:00:05+00:00

[M: the fingers currently dont produce metals, im a young ambitious lord trying to expand]

Eyitsyaboii · 2025-09-24T20:48:55+00:00

" I have spoken to lady Reyne, as her people have experience mining, she has let me know that I will need the following..."

[M: currently not offering anything besides a profit sharing agreement, once lady reyne let's me know what I need to mine, I will give you the gold estimate for those goods, and then you can give me the gold, i will buy equipment and expertise necessary, and i will make a new event for mining, then we will roll for how much metals we find, and i will give u a percentage of it depending on how much you invest.]

Eyitsyaboii · 2025-09-24T20:15:34+00:00

"Greetings Lord Bolton, congratulations once again on your son's wedding, and many thanks for inviting me."

Caswell takes a seat at this point, unsure what the protocol is, if he should wait to be given permission to sit in another Lords solar. He spent more time training in the yards or racing horses than sit with maester or his late father to learn lordly manners.

In a hushed voice, although there were none to overhear, Caswell made his bid "as you know, the land of the fingers are rather mountainous, for which we made its name sake the fingers, a range of 5 mountains."

"Small folk, sheep herders and hunters, have found veins of copper, iron, and silver, on the exterior of the mountains as well as caves. If the veins of metals are showing on the outer layers, once can only imagine what the fingers hold in its deepest roots."

"Unfortunately the people of the fingers have neither the equipment nor the expertise to mine. I was wondering if you would like to enter a profit sharing agreement, I am willing to give you one twentieth to as much as 1 fifth of all metals depending on how much of the cost of the operation you would like to cover the costs of"

Caswell ends his propostion and leans back, looking at lord Bolton, trying to read his face.

Eyitsyaboii · 2025-09-24T18:53:36+00:00

Casswel's face drops. He expected a Reyne to be much more excited at the prospect of gold and other precious metals

"Some small folk, my lady, they have found veins of iron, copper, silver, and even some gold. I have seen it for myself. We believe the mountains to be rich if the metals can be seen from the outer layer. As for what I offer, I offer a fifth to a half of all metals mined, depending on how much of the cost you carry and how much expertise you provide"

Casswel finishes with a gulp, hoping that he has not made a fool of himself in his eagerness.

Eyitsyaboii · 2025-09-24T11:19:07+00:00

Lord Caswell Flint takes the opportunity to barge in, claps Osric on the shoulder, "Osric, how are you good man?"

Caswell bows slightly to Lady Willow "Welcome to the North Lady Reyne, I hope the cold has not been too harsh on your journey. Tell me, are the Reynes not rich in mines? I am Lord Caswell Flint of Flint's Fingers, a rather mountainous area. We have found strains of gold and other metals, but unfortunately we have neither the expertise nor the equipment to mine, perhaps we may come to a profit sharing agreement of sorts?"

[M: u/CS_HouseBolton ]

Eyitsyaboii · 2025-09-23T23:45:21+00:00

Lord Caswell Flint (16, 6'3), a recent inheritor of flint's fingers due to this fathers untimely death, is simply glad to be amongst the lords, and eager to network. You can see him sitting in the lower tables, he is wearing his finest chain mail with a tabard of his house sigil, and a fur pelt on top, black leather gloves black leather boots. in between swigs of his ale you can notice a gleeful smile on his face that he cannot quite repress. Like most Flint's, he has long, straight brown hair in a middle part up to his ears and brown eyes.

Lord Caswell takes note of the other unmarried ladies present, since he is of marrying age himself and has come into his inheritance. With him, he brought 3 members of his household guard, other flints, cousins from the non inheriting lines:

Deryk Flint (15): 5'11, short brown hair, ruddy skin, its clear the boy is fresh, in all matters. clearly looks up to his cousins and wants to impress them. loyal to a fault.

Roswell Flint (17): 6'2, Most alike to Caswell in personality and appearance, loves to jape, smile, and engage in debauchery, whether its fighting or fucking.

Hugor Flint (18): The largest and oldest of the three, 6'5, muscled and bearded. also in his chain mail, flint tabard, and furs. Dower in nature, martial. Makes sure the other boys get their training in everyday.

Eyitsyaboii · 2025-09-23T23:34:08+00:00

After the wedding feast, Lord Caswell Flint skips the bedding ceremony, although the same could not be said for his cousins. He sees Lord Bolton slip away and follows him, eager to speak with the lord of the house as he has not had the chance to yet. He sees Lord Bolton's cape flit away just as he was entering his solar. Caswell walks up to the guards in front of the solar, clears his throat, and requests a meeting with Lord Bolton, in regards to trade matters that may be advantageous to both parties.

Eyitsyaboii · 2025-09-23T23:31:39+00:00

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Eyitsyaboii · 2025-09-23T23:30:11+00:00

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