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World’s Breath
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[ S ] ilently he walked through the vast forests of Middle Earth. An enigma, a mystery– no man knew his face, his name. Others might find this isolating, he found it comforting. Being alone was something he was used to, something familiar. There was no one that had to take care of him nor was there anyone that he had to care for. That is why currently the ranger wandered through the wilderness with only his shadow for company.
To the north he was headed, to reunite with his people– the Dúnedain. However, the sun was setting, and no matter how much time the man spent living among the elves he still did not have as keen a vision as they. So quickly and without a word, the ranger unloaded is supplies and set up camp for the night.
He had been through these woods many times before. He knew each tree, each branch, each leaf that blew in the breeze. However, as the moon rose and his fire crackled, there was something different. The air felt strange, as if the world was holding its breath.
As soon as the thought flashed across his mind, there was a sound behind him. A rustle of leaves, a twig snapping– then silence. His calloused hand quickly reached for the hilt of his sword, readying himself. For a few moments he paused, waiting patiently for the stranger to reveal themselves.
“ who goes there ? “ His voice came out stern and demanding, prepared for an attack.
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The moon’s rays began to kiss the cheeks of one who stepped out from the bushes; sapphire gems fall upon the wary man whose hand now rested upon the hilt of his blade. Ebony brows knitted together at the sight; he must be a cautious man if his first instinct is to grab the hilt of his blade prior to calling out to those who walk the forest at night. “Rest your hand, your blade does not need to leave its sheath.” She states her thick Scottish accent caressing her words as she spoke; the powerful witch studied him sensing for any trace of magic within him. She noticed the rest of his belongings and felt intrigue rise in her, was he a warrior? A knight perhaps? He appeared to be too disheveled for either, but looks could always be deceiving.
Rowena RavenClaw, had been traveling under the veil of night in her attempt to evade some muggle snatchers; the clans were warring again back at home. Muggle vs Purebloods. They wanted to use her as ransom from what the letter from a servant had warned her. She needed to get to Helga who was residing in Wales; but as she ventured through the glen she had heard the sounds of creatures calling to her. She had recognized one of them as a faerie’s call, it led her towards the forest where will-o-wisps were waiting.
Their blue hues lit up a small path beyond a boulder and willow tree; passing through the willow’s vines she found herself stepping into a forest she did not know. The essence that surrounded forest was both enthralling and strange to her; she felt like she had entered another world. She had been walking the path when she heard the crackling of fire it drew her in like the moth to the flame; however she had been prepared to encounter possibly someone armed and dangerous. Rowena had ensured she had her magic ready to wield without a moment’s thought.
But at the moment she found no reason to conjure her magic. The man before her did not appear to be a threat. He was far to disheveled. Her brows quiver upward as she dared to step forward. “May I join you by the pyre? I have traveled quite the while….” she adds drawing back her hood revealing her midnight locks and her features. She offered the man a kinder smile as she awaited for his reaction. Perhaps he would see her a threat? Refuse her? It would not be the first time such a thing happened to her.
[ T ] he words were light-- female-- something he had not expected. Then again, what was he expecting? Orcs? Smugglers? Travelers who stumbled upon him? All of the above? Typically, men would find the ranger-- and more often than not they were very unpleasant. However, the sound of the stranger’s words eased his nerves, albeit slightly. Not because this stranger was female, but because of their earnest tone. Strider had known countless powerful warriors that were female, gender was never something that defined a person to him. But considering past occurances, to hear the voice of a woman was bewildering. And that accent. Thick and rich, each letter rolled off her tongue like velvet. The man had heard many accents in his days but none quite like this.
Grey orbs shifted from the fire before him to the figure stepping out from the shadows. The moment his eyes caught her own, when her hood was removed and her locks cascaded down her shoulders, he was entranced. Never in all his years had the ranger rested his eyes upon such a woman-- a creature. No, neither could describe the being before him. Her beauty was ethereal-- enchanting. Lúthien herself would shy away at the sight. She seemed far too perfect-- too clean-- for one who has been traveling in the woods for however long. If Strider hadn’t lived among them for as long as he had, he could have sworn she was of elven descent. But then again... who’s to say she wasn’t? Her raven locks of pure midnight shielded her ears from view-- the tell tale sign of elvish heritage.
And that is when the thought struck him. Could this be the Evenstar? For countless years Strider had grown on stories of the elleth whose beauty grew to that of Lúthien’s. Whose skin was porcelain and pure, soft to the touch and beyond perfection. Whose eyes were crystal ,clear-- holding a wisdom and a power that words could never describe. And yet for all his younger years he wondered if he was to ever meet her-- gaze upon her and her splendor. And that even though the peredhil who took him in was her father, the likelihood seemed minuscule.
For a moment, he paused, his eyes still frozen upon her’s. Although his mind raced, he thought nothing. And although he opened his mouth to speak, he spoke nothing. His being was full of contradictions, and he could not react.
Removing his hand from his hilt, and shifting his eyes away from her form, he gestured for her to sit upon the open space before the fire. The distance from where he gestured was not too great, but not too uncomfortably close-- for she was still a stranger, and he had to keep his guard up.
“ if that is what you wish, “ he replied simply, his gaze turned downward towards the fire once more-- the previous shift within his eyes returning to their original stone-cold facade.
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THE FIVE SENSES / SENTENCE STARTERS .
- some may be nsfw and / or be triggering.
01 : TOUCH .
- ❝ i love this [ FABRIC ], it feels satisfying. ❞
- ❝ your touch. it leaves me breathless. ❞
- ❝ your touch is unlike any other. ❞
- ❝ have you ever felt anything more comfortable? ❞
- ❝ feel this. what does it feel like to you? ❞
- ❝ i wanted to see what it felt like. ❞
- ❝ touch it. i dare you. ❞
- ❝ you felt ice cold when i touched you. ❞
- ❝ you feel warm to me. ❞
- ❝ i love the feel of [ FABRIC ] against my skin. ❞
- ❝ i love the feel of your skin against mine. ❞
- ❝ i would never touch anyone else. ❞
- ❝ i love the feel of your hair between each of my fingers. ❞
- ❝ don’t you dare touch me. ❞
- ❝ i want to feel your lips against my own. ❞
- ❝ i can feel your pulse. it jumped. ❞
- ❝ let me give you a massage. ❞
- ❝ you feel like home to me. ❞
02 : TASTE .
- ❝ i love the taste of you. ❞
- ❝ i can never forget that taste. ❞
- ❝ fair warning, it does have a bitter taste. ❞
- ❝ no offense, you just aren’t my taste. ❞
- ❝ can i have a taste of that? ❞
- ❝ i have yearned for the taste of your lips. ❞
- ❝ that tasted pretty good actually. ❞
- ❝ it just left a really bad taste in my mouth so no thanks. ❞
- ❝ nothing taste better than chocolate. ❞
- ❝ i’ve got something you might want to taste. ❞
- ❝ i will forever savor that taste. ❞
- ❝ blood has such a metallic taste. ❞
- ❝ my taste buds are mad at me after eating that. ❞
- ❝ how’s it feel to get a taste of your own medicine? ❞
- ❝ you didn’t even taste it. ❞
- ❝ trust me, you’ll want to taste this. ❞
- ❝ i think it has a bit of bitter sweet taste. ❞
- ❝ so you tasted it, did you like it? ❞
03 : SIGHT .
- ❝ i see you. ❞
- ❝ i’ve never seen things so clearer than i do now. ❞
- ❝ it’s too dark, i can’t see anything. ❞
- ❝ how can you see anything? it’s pitch dark. ❞
- ❝ i’ve looked close enough and i see you for what you are. ❞
- ❝ please, just look at me. ❞
- ❝ stop staring at me like that. ❞
- ❝ get that light out of my face. ❞
- ❝ it’s so bright outside today. ❞
- ❝ what’s wrong? what did you see? ❞
- ❝ you’re scared, you must have saw something. ❞
- ❝ what i saw, you’ll never believe me. ❞
- ❝ i’ve never seen you before. ❞
- ❝ have we seen one another before? ❞
- ❝ you see me for what i truly am. ❞
- ❝ i didn’t see anything. ❞
- ❝ did you see that? ❞
- ❝ i can’t believe my eyes. ❞
04 : SOUND .
- ❝ shhh, i just heard something. ❞
- ❝ did you hear that? ❞
- ❝ what is that sound? ❞
- ❝ i missed the sound of your voice. ❞
- ❝ do you hear me? stay away from me. ❞
- ❝ i hear you, loud and clear. ❞
- ❝ i’m sorry, what was that? i didn’t hear you. ❞
- ❝ i’ve heard that sound before. ❞
- ❝ you didn’t hear anything at all? ❞
- ❝ can you hear what they’re saying? ❞
- ❝ aw, i love the sound of music. ❞
- ❝ i never said i could hear them. ❞
- ❝ wait, hear that? something is coming. ❞
- ❝ i could hear screams … ❞
- ❝ i heard you all the way upstairs. ❞
- ❝ you didn’t just hear that? that sound? that noise? ❞
- ❝ trust me, you’re going to want to hear this. ❞
- ❝ please, just hear me out. ❞
05 : SMELL .
- ❝ what is that smell? ❞
- ❝ i have missed your smell. ❞
- ❝ you smell nice. ❞
- ❝ it’s unlike anything i’ve smelled before. ❞
- ❝ i smell the food cooking from here. ❞
- ❝ do you smell that? ❞
- ❝ how are you able to smell that? ❞
- ❝ no offense but it really smells. ❞
- ❝ it’s starting to smell. ❞
- ❝ tell me, you’ve smelled this before. ❞
- ❝ i know that smell, it’s the smell of lies. ❞
- ❝ i can smell you from here. ❞
- ❝ are you smelling me? ❞
- ❝ i missed the smell of your hair. ❞
- ❝ i need to step away, get some fresh air. ❞
- ❝ do you smell that? that’s the smell of freedom. ❞
- ❝ i could never erase your smell. ❞
- ❝ i can smell the fear on you from here. ❞
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RPC POSITIVITY: DAY 1 + 2 MASHED TOGETHER BECAUSE I AM MULTI AF
I write in tons of fandoms here, so it would only seem like a good thing to mash together day 1 and 2 of RPC POSITIVITY WEEK, which is a lovely project and I encourage you all to participate as a way for us role players to show that this community hasn’t gone downhill entirely, to show that we can still be friends and create stories together, regardless of the fandom we belong to.
Anyway, this is a day for canon muses writers. My dudes, you rock! Like taking up a canon muse and adding up your own interpretations, making them alive, sometimes even adding more depth to them than canon writers did. You are all amazing.
I will try to sort it out by fandoms I write in. Some of the people named here are my friends. Others I haven’t talked to or we scarcely talk, but I love you all nonetheless. If I forget someone, please forgive me! There’s so many of you here and my brain is a slippery slope sometimes. So, let’s try to get this party going.
World’s Breath
@sgaoileadhcaim
[ S ] ilently he walked through the vast forests of Middle Earth. An enigma, a mystery-- no man knew his face, his name. Others might find this isolating, he found it comforting. Being alone was something he was used to, something familiar. There was no one that had to take care of him nor was there anyone that he had to care for. That is why currently the ranger wandered through the wilderness with only his shadow for company.
To the north he was headed, to reunite with his people-- the Dúnedain. However, the sun was setting, and no matter how much time the man spent living among the elves he still did not have as keen a vision as they. So quickly and without a word, the ranger unloaded is supplies and set up camp for the night.
He had been through these woods many times before. He knew each tree, each branch, each leaf that blew in the breeze. However, as the moon rose and his fire crackled, there was something different. The air felt strange, as if the world was holding its breath.
As soon as the thought flashed across his mind, there was a sound behind him. A rustle of leaves, a twig snapping-- then silence. His calloused hand quickly reached for the hilt of his sword, readying himself. For a few moments he paused, waiting patiently for the stranger to reveal themselves.
“ who goes there ? “ His voice came out stern and demanding, prepared for an attack.
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“I love that sweet smell of decay that surrounds me in forests and woods. A kind of mulchy, deep, rich rot that has no connotation of death or ending, but rather of life and age. A sense of perpetual destruction and rebirth.”
— Unknown (via crownedcorvid)
"You have no idea what I’m capable of." (@ArawynnGoldwing)
“ [ t ] hat may be so, “ Strider started, nearing the woman, his hand placed firmly upon the hilt of his sword, “ but you cannot face these foes alone. ”
The ranger’s gaze shifted from the individual before him to the Orc group in the distance. They were creatures of darkness, foul and cruel. Strider had silently tracked them for days, watching and waiting for the right moment to strike. This specific group had devastated towns for far too long, and he had intended to end it all. However their numbers were far too great– and he was only one man, regardless of skill.
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― F. Scott Fitzgerald
Carelessness [OPEN RP]
[ A ] skilled swordsman was the hooded ranger-- swift and graceful, each step light, each movement calculated. Silently he fought, like many times before, alone. The sun was setting around him as the trees cast their dark shadows, elongated, watching. The sound of bodies hit the ground in soft thuds. One by one his enemies fell, soft grunts and howls escaping their filthy lips. Orcs. They had followed him for miles, waiting for the perfect opportunity to attack. However, they were not expecting the strange man to put up such a fight. They obviously did not know who they were dealing with.
With steadied breaths, Strider struck the final Orc; its body falling to the ground. After a few moments of catching his breath, the man stood up straight, moving to sheath his weapon. Before he was able to however, he paused. His eyes narrowed as he listened for a moment, believing he had heard something-- anything. Before he had anytime to react, an arrow was shot in his direction. The ranger made a move to dodge it, and no matter the amount of experience or training he had received, he was not quick enough to evade it.
Searing pain pierced his flesh as the arrow found its mark; his leg. Collapsing to a knee, Strider hissed as his head whirled to the side-- trying to get a glimpse of the aggressor. It was another Orc, one who evaded his attack earlier. As the creature snarled and fled, Strider cursed his carelessness and the shaft that stuck out from his leg.
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Poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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"The Picture of Dorian Gray" sentence starters
- ❝ There is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about. ❞
- ❝ The ugly and the stupid have the best of it in this world. ❞
- ❝ We shall all suffer for what the gods have given us, suffer terribly. ❞
- ❝ I have grown to love secrecy. ❞
- ❝ Your cynicism is simply a pose. ❞
- ❝ You know we poor artists have to show ourselves in society from time to time, just to remind the public that we are not savages. ❞
- ❝ Conscience and cowardice are really the same things. ❞
- ❝ I choose my friends for their good looks, my acquaintances for their good characters, and my enemies for their good intellects. ❞
- ❝ A man cannot be too careful in the choice of his enemies. ❞
- ❝ Is that very vain of me? I think it is rather vain. ❞
- ❝ None of us can stand other people having the same faults as ourselves. ❞
- ❝ I like persons better than principles, and I like persons with no principles better than anything else in the world. ❞
- ❝ There is nothing that art cannot express. ❞
- ❝ The harmony of soul and body—how much that is! We in our madness have separated the two, and have invented a realism that is vulgar, an ideality that is void. ❞
- ❝ My heart shall never be put under their microscope. ❞
- ❝ It is only the intellectually lost who ever argue. ❞
- ❝ I feel that I have given away my whole soul to someone who treats it as if it were a flower to put in his coat, a bit of decoration to charm his vanity, an ornament for a summer’s day.” ❞
- ❝ In the wild struggle for existence, we want to have something that endures, and so we fill our minds with rubbish and facts, in the silly hope of keeping our place. ❞
- ❝ Those who are faithful know only the trivial side of love: it is the faithless who know love’s tragedies. ❞
- ❝ People are afraid of themselves, nowadays. ❞
- ❝ Courage has gone out of our race. Perhaps we never really had it. ❞
- ❝ Every impulse that we strive to strangle broods in the mind and poisons us. ❞
- ❝ The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. ❞
- ❝ Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul. ❞
- ❝ You know more than you think you know, just as you know less than you want to know. ❞
- ❝ Wherever you go, you charm the world. Will it always be so? ❞
- ❝ Time is jealous of you, and wars against your lilies and your roses. ❞
- ❝ Our limbs fail, our senses rot. We degenerate into hideous puppets, haunted by the memory of the passions of which we were too much afraid, and the exquisite temptations that we had not the courage to yield to. ❞
- ❝ You like your art better than your friends. ❞
- ❝ I am jealous of everything whose beauty does not die. ❞
- ❝ Young people, nowadays, imagine that money is everything. ❞
- ❝ Credit is the capital of a younger son, and one lives charmingly upon it. ❞
- ❝ Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic. ❞
- ❝ The way of paradoxes is the way of truth. ❞
- ❝ I can sympathize with everything except suffering. ❞
- ❝ Humanity takes itself too seriously. It is the world’s original sin. If the caveman had known how to laugh, history would have been different. ❞
- ❝ Nowadays most people die of a sort of creeping common sense, and discover when it is too late that the only things one never regrets are one’s mistakes. ❞
- ❝ You are quite delightful and dreadfully demoralizing. ❞
- ❝ I am always late on principle, the principle being that punctuality is the thief of time. ❞
- ❝ I adore it, but I am afraid of it. It makes me too romantic. ❞
- ❝ Nowadays people know the price of everything and the value of nothing. ❞
- ❝ Passion is the privilege of people who have nothing to do. ❞
- ❝ If I ever did a crime, I would come and confess it to you. You would understand me. ❞
- ❝ When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one’s self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance. ❞
- ❝ There is always something infinitely mean about other people’s tragedies. ❞
- ❝ I want to make Romeo jealous. I want the dead lovers of the world to hear our laughter and grow sad. I want a breath of our passion to stir their dust into consciousness, to wake their ashes into pain. ❞
- ❝ People are very fond of giving away what they need most themselves. It is what I call the depth of generosity. ❞
- ❝ The only artists I have ever known who are personally delightful are bad artists. ❞
- ❝ It often happens that when we think we were experimenting on others we are really experimenting on ourselves. ❞
- ❝ Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older they judge them; sometimes they forgive them. ❞
- ❝ To be in love is to surpass one’s self. ❞
- ❝ Poor? What does that matter? When poverty creeps in at the door, love flies in through the window. ❞
- ❝ Our proverbs want rewriting. They were made in winter, and it is summer now; springtime for me, I think, a very dance of blossoms in blue skies. ❞
- ❝ I shudder at the thought of being free. ❞
- ❝ I know you would never harm anyone I love, would you? ❞
- ❝ Whenever a man does a thoroughly stupid thing, it is always from the noblest motives. ❞
- ❝ Of course, it is sudden—all really delightful things are. ❞
- ❝ The reason we all like to think so well of others is that we are all afraid for ourselves. The basis of optimism is sheer terror. ❞
- ❝ Unselfish people are colourless. They lack individuality. ❞
- ❝ You are much better than you pretend to be. ❞
- ❝ I cannot understand how anyone can wish to shame the thing he loves. ❞
- ❝ When we are happy, we are always good, but when we are good, we are not always happy. ❞
- ❝ The real tragedy of the poor is that they can afford nothing but self-denial. Beautiful sins, like beautiful things, are the privilege of the rich. ❞
- ❝ Being adored is a nuisance. ❞
- ❝ You are dreadful! I don’t know why I like you so much. ❞
- ❝ You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you have never had the courage to commit. ❞
- ❝ Love is a more wonderful thing than art. ❞
- ❝ There are only two kinds of people who are really fascinating—people who know absolutely everything, and people who know absolutely nothing. ❞
- ❝ The secret of remaining young is never to have an emotion that is unbecoming. ❞
- ❝ I knew nothing but shadows, and I thought them real. ❞
- ❝ You taught me what reality really is. ❞
- ❝ You used to stir my imagination. Now you don’t even stir my curiosity. ❞
- ❝ I have grown sick of shadows. ❞
- ❝ You don’t know what you were to me, once. ❞
- ❝ You have spoiled the romance of my life. ❞
- ❝ Without your art, you are nothing. ❞
- ❝ There is always something ridiculous about the emotions of people whom one has ceased to love. ❞
- ❝ There is a luxury in self-reproach. When we blame ourselves, we feel that no one else has a right to blame us. ❞
- ❝ I can’t bear the idea of my soul being hideous. ❞
- ❝ You cut life to pieces with your epigrams. ❞
- ❝ Things like that make a man fashionable in Paris. But in London people are so prejudiced. ❞
- ❝ One should never make one’s début with a scandal. One should reserve that to give an interest to one’s old age. ❞
- ❝ How extraordinarily dramatic life is! ❞
- ❝ I don’t think I am heartless. Do you? ❞
- ❝ The moment she touched actual life, she marred it, and it marred her. ❞
- ❝ Life has everything in store for you, ❞
- ❝ We live in an age that reads too much to be wise, and that thinks too much to be beautiful. ❞
- ❝ If one doesn’t talk about a thing, it has never happened. It is simply expression that gives reality to things. ❞
- ❝ You must not tell me about things. What is done is done. What is past is past. ❞
- ❝ I don’t want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them. ❞
- ❝ You talk as if you had no heart, no pity in you. ❞
- ❝ if I told you, you might like me less than you do, and you would certainly laugh at me. I could not bear your doing either of those two things. ❞
- ❝ Your friendship is dearer to me than any fame or reputation. ❞
- ❝ You became to me the visible incarnation of that unseen ideal whose memory haunts us artists like an exquisite dream. ❞
- ❝ Whatever I have done that is good, I owe to you. ❞
- ❝ There is something fatal about a portrait. It has a life of its own. ❞
- ❝ Perhaps one should never put one’s worship into words. ❞
- ❝ There seems to be something tragic in a friendship so colored by romance. ❞
- ❝ It has a corruption of its own, worse than the corruption of death itself—something that would breed horrors and yet would never die. ❞
- ❝ The past can always be annihilated. ❞
- ❝ How exquisite life had once been! How gorgeous in its pomp and decoration! Even to read of the luxury of the dead was wonderful. ❞
- ❝ Is insincerity such a terrible thing? I think not. It is merely a method by which we can multiply our personalities. ❞
- ❝ I am tired of myself tonight. I should like to be somebody else. ❞
- ❝ I love scandals about other people, but scandals about myself don’t interest me. They have not got the charm of novelty. ❞
- ❝ You don’t want people to talk of you as something vile and degraded. ❞
- ❝ You must not say things like that. They are horrible, and they don’t mean anything. ❞
- ❝ You have had more to do with my life than you think. ❞
- ❝ Each of us has heaven and hell in him. ❞
- ❝ Youth smiles without any reason. It is one of its chiefest charms. ❞
- ❝ Keep your horrible secrets to yourself. They don’t interest me any more. ❞
- ❝ What is it to me what devil’s work you are up to? ❞
- ❝ I wish you had a thousandth part of the pity for me that I have for you. ❞
- ❝ The husbands of very beautiful women belong to the criminal classes. ❞
- ❝ I am not at all surprised that the world says that you are extremely wicked. ❞
- ❝ It is perfectly monstrous, the way people go about nowadays saying things against one behind one’s back that are absolutely and entirely true. ❞
- ❝ Nowadays all the married men live like bachelors, and all the bachelors like married men. ❞
- ❝ Everybody I know says you are very wicked. ❞
- ❝ I like men who have a future and women who have a past. ❞
- ❝ Moderation is a fatal thing. Enough is as bad as a meal. More than enough is as good as a feast. ❞
- ❝ He atones for being occasionally somewhat overdressed by being always absolutely overeducated. He is a very modern type. ❞
- ❝ What do you want? Money? Here it is. Don’t ever talk to me again. ❞
- ❝ Each man lives his own life and pays his own price for living it. ❞
- ❝ The man who could call a spade a spade should be compelled to use one. It is the only thing he is fit for. ❞
- ❝ I think that it is better to be beautiful than to be good. But on the other hand, no one is more ready than I am to acknowledge that it is better to be good than to be ugly. ❞
- ❝ To be popular one must be a mediocrity. ❞
- ❝ We can have in life but one great experience at best, and the secret of life is to reproduce that experience as often as possible. ❞
- ❝ I wish I could love, but I seem to have lost the passion and forgotten the desire. ❞
- ❝ My own personality has become a burden to me. ❞
- ❝ Death is the only thing that ever terrifies me. ❞
- ❝ The world has always worshipped you. It always will worship you. ❞
- ❝ Life has been your art. You have set yourself to music. Your days are your sonnets. ❞
- ❝ The books that the world calls immoral are books that show the world its own shame. That is all. ❞
- ❝ The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold. The curves of your lips rewrite history. ❞
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Could you please reblog this if it is okay to ask you straight up if you want to ship?
I’m back
{ H } ello everyone !
I have no idea if anyone still follows this account, and to those who do- I don’t know if they’re still active.
But I’m back!!
I left originally for a number of reasons-- to focus on my school work, to focus more on cosplay since I’m extremely passionate about that, as well as SFX makeup and such. I had also reached a point where roleplaying wasn’t enjoyable anymore. It felt more like a chore than anything else.
So I felt a break was needed.
But this account has always been my favourite, and not a day went by that I didn’t miss it!
So here I am. This account though will most certainly be Semi-Active. My work comes first!
I will also be cleaning this account out again because I seriously don’t remember where I left off on.
( I haven’t roleplayed in a few years now as well, so I’m terribly rusty. Be gentle! )
(Dragon Age has also been one of my number fandoms for the past couple of years, ever since I left this account, so I’m going to have to flush out the elvish in my mind from that. The languages are different, Ash, don’t use it here! Darn you Solas *shakes fist* )
ringersforever
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myswxrd reblogged
Haldir! Nan barad!