hi friends! i noticed new followers continuing to   come on here. just wanted to say that this blog is archived permanently, and the new blog is at murroyilodel ! :)

thank you for your support and hope everyone who reads this has a wonderful day or night. take care, be well!

♟ - αηησυηcємєηт & gινєαωαу

After coming back from my trip, and thinking hard about it, I decided to archive this sideblog, and start a primary one for for Esme. Though I had a blast here, I was frustrated by the lack of features only afforded to a primary blog. Hence, I will be at murroyilodel and will continue ongoing threads there.

But, as mentioned before, I want to do a giveaway to thank all of you, both RP and personal blogs, for being here in the first place. So.

First prize: twenty 100X100 gif icons & twenty static icons (or a 500 word drabble of your choice) Second prize: ten 100X100 gif icons & ten static icons (or a 250 word drabble of your choice)

Rules:  For followers here!  Likes & reblogs count, one each. Giveaway ends on 16 November 2014, 8p.m., Pacific time. Thank you again, and be well!

Examples of gif icons:

Examples of static icons:

♟ - αηησυηcємєηт & gινєαωαу

After coming back from my trip, and thinking hard about it, I decided to archive this sideblog, and start a primary one for for Esme. Though I had a blast here, I was frustrated by the lack of features only afforded to a primary blog. Hence, I will be at murroyilodel and will continue ongoing threads there.

But, as mentioned before, I want to do a giveaway to thank all of you, both RP and personal blogs, for being here in the first place. So.

First prize: twenty 100X100 gif icons & twenty static icons (or a 500 word drabble of your choice) Second prize: ten 100X100 gif icons & ten static icons (or a 250 word drabble of your choice)

Rules:  For followers here!  Likes & reblogs count, one each. Giveaway ends on 16 November 2014, 8p.m., Pacific time. Thank you again, and be well!

Examples of gif icons:

Examples of static icons:

SO I’m not entirely sure how this happened??? I was at 500 in mid-October and got really busy with school and tests and when I finally had the chance to come back, I was at 630+ And all that goes to say that I am completely flabbergasted, amazing, floored, astounded, awed that so many people thought it was a good idea to follow this blog of mine.

Shout-out to everyone who has followed! I appreciate and cherish each and everyone of you. Seeing new people here always makes me smile and it is truly the interactions with everyone on this blog that makes it worth following tbh. Dodger is only so entertaining by himself and it would get boring very fast without people to pester talk to.

But of course this wouldn’t be complete without some special shout-outs!

G e e z e r s --

Inspiring writers, challenging me to push the Muse further, bringing stimulating conversations and insightful meta

skuldxggxry // lxgique // arachni // iiichabod // belgravianbitch // talk-to-tennant // drxmeda // astudyinholmes // slytherrus // davyjxnes // dismalscience // ravusatrum // trickstercaptain // ixfero // poetegringoire // aghostwhobleeds // mgrxves // themanofonespook // a-kirkland

S t r e e t R a t s --

Dearest of friends, the family I didn’t know I was missing, the folks I will never unfollow, a joy IC and OOC.

poppiins // defiantcharms // umop-epis-dn // skvozxzemliu // distruust // chxcolatier // lxmonhaired // thxtmerrywxnderer // offurs // askjoeharper // of-tea-and-cardigans // littlevxmpire // ofwhims // hooopers // kiingofarendelle // miseraudax // entwineddestinies // skepticalstarbuck // xcendres // mxrciful // xthimble // aleutheria // proklyatyy // maestromusica // notimeforthechristmaswaltz // pugfaced // cleverholmes // girlwhatsbornforhangin // kingofhollowearth // atoughlittleguy // snihovakoroleva // xninths // mistressxmary // detectiveinspectxr // nahseekh // hisvoicefilledmyspirit // xpeeves // glxriana // bully-bottom // asktheghosthost // phantomofthe-manor // billsikes // lacrxmabilis // humanbludgers // nancyxthethief // giudicxlli // smolderingeyesravenhair // vinterdrxnning // marchingthroughthetardis // laudxnum // catwhatcat // theresalittleditty // a-riotous-beauty // ambrosiapsyche // travelinglittleprince // incurringdebt // fortroughs

C i t i z e n s o f t h e S e v e n D i a l s --

Amazing RP-ers that I admire from afar, a joy to have on the dash, and a hope to interact with more!

roiours // firstviceroy // theexiledcrown // iicarvs // maestrx // oflockets // sciiissors // flinthearted // edhelernil // legacycaptain // ingeniouslyfowl // haymiishing // reviewingthesituation // untamedgrinch // littlelost-bxy // lucxus // vinylchanges // connwaers // not-faer // despicablii // pxntmercy // idrxs // instillingfear // boydetextive // xfredzilla // littlebelixver // thxripper // aquiilae // skysawake // fashiioniista // mercuriic // grendelfromcain // xaedificare // svikinnar // withsophistication // dominatrick // onemansinsanity-onecatsreality // txctician // allayton // inhumanistic // ptit-oiseau // aniiimo // maledictuus // justtoliveoneday // inonesuitcase // justmarymorstan // oldglorydog // speakshxrmind // porticosdaughter // constantquibbling // wiseinlove // gringxire // the-mask-in-the-mirror // the-ghost-of-paris // 

          Phoebus followed Esmeralda at      her sign, walking slowly. Even with      her invitation, walking down the      abandoned catacombs did still feel      like trespassing someone else’s land,      especially now that he had little      reason to actually be there.

          ❛I thought we were getting along       just nicely, who wouldn’t want to start       a friendship with lynching?❜ Phoebus        wasn’t really bitter about it — they       had a valid reason for it after all,       even if the prosecution was a little       rough — but the knee-deep water did       bring up some… unwanted memories.

          ❛Yes, well, Clopin has his brand of       justice. And humour.❜ she grinned.       ❛Won't happen again, he promised.❜       You're the hero of the city now. You       and Quasi. Come to think of it, are the       authorities going to reinstate you?       They should!❜

          Mindful of Phoebus's first experience       here, she manoeuvred their way down      another tunnel, away from those that      he and Quasi had walked through before.      There were tunnels that were dry after      all, spared from the sewage, else her      feet would always be wet whenever she      returned home.

Dodger nodded eagerly, pleased that his guessing had worked out so smoothly. Not to mention he found himself a handy little tip on how he would be able to get more ice cream later. But that would also mean putting up with nosy questions—not altogether something too worrisome.

    “Alright, miss, I’ll do it your way. ‘Sides, that     means I can watch over you on the walk, even     though you’re fully cap-a-ble and all. It ain’t so     far, where I live.”

Esmeralda had a niggling feeling that the kid's cherubic face belied a devious streak and he wasn't altogether truthful. But she found herself quite nonchalant about it. Besides, she did feel protective over him. At his age, her parents and her brother would never have left her alone. It made her wonder about his family and what it was like. And he was talking about watching over her!

    “Alright guardian angel, lead the way.     I got all the time in the world."

Confrontation

            Vile words spat like fire from his ballerina, causing the minister’s teeth to clatter in their haste to gnash in gut-turning fury. Her reaction: unanticipated, sour compared to her rifely saccharine demeanor. The line went dead. Simmering with rage, Frollo’s cell was clutched in his pale fist, yearning to crush it. Sweet-tempered Esmeralda, a more cynical snake than he, wanting to play with his emotions at every opportunity, but he would not be assuaged by her voice message. Esmeralda’s dulcet tone dripped honey, but her call proved she promised poison. Her ruse to manipulate him like every other man must fail.    

            Then why were his feelings growing more turbulent— entirely beyond his control? Logic should have deterred his sharp change of direction from his home, to the theatre, but his rage won. Frollo burned with the desire to shake the truth out of Esmeralda and scream at her to leave him alone, to play cloying seductress with someone else. They were not friends, or lovers; they had and always will be enemies.

            His entrance to the theatre was greeted with bubbly chorus girls and gossiping ballerinas who stole furtive glances at the judge. Thankfully, it appeared rehearsal was out for the evening, making the corridors mostly empty leading to Esmeralda’s dressing room, all others ducked their heads and let him pass. Rapping his knuckles on the white door, he read her name elegantly scrawled upon a plaque with unbidden contempt. The minister was a fearsome sight to behold as her door cracked open. Grabbing the doorframe rudely, Frollo forced his way inside without permission, locking the door behind them so they would not be disturbed. It was painfully bright inside.

                             “What do you want from me?” he barked. “I do                              not hear from you in weeks, and you decide a pity                              call is in order. — Has it come to the dour minister                              being your only source of derisive entertainment?”

            She tried to put aside her displeasure over the unpleasant call as she took to the stage with the other ballerinas, and began an intense practice session. Nevertheless, remnants of dejection and indignation lingered and she found herself initially distracted over the call that echoed inside her head. The choreographer was compelled to lecture her for a few missteps. Professionalism kicked in, and it became necessary to focus on her work, her craft. She did not commit any further mistakes thereafter, though the usual joy of dancing had become tainted by the earlier events.

            When rehearsals ended, she hurried back to her dressing room, thankful to be away from her boisterous colleagues for once. She disliked herself when she was anything less than cheerful, and disliked herself even more when she formed uncharitable thoughts. Even when such thoughts were directed at someone as infuriating as the Minister of Justice. She regretted calling him and causing him to ruin her mood.

            Just when she grew calmer, a loud and impatient rapping at the door disturbed her. She barely opened it when Frollo barged in unceremoniously. Did this man have no manners! To enter a lady's room without her permission! But then, he did not consider her a lady, did he? He had always been vocal about his opinions of her, none of them flattering. At his outburst, she shot him a look of reproach. Talk about laying the first blame. Without hesitation, she berated him.

                             “What do I want?  Well, I wanted a bit of kindness                               from you.  It was a dreary day and I had no one to                              talk to. I wasn't looking for entertainment; I was...”                              Here she bit her lower lip, knowing that she risked                              opening herself up for more ridicule, “looking for a                              friend. How ridiculous that I should turn to the only                              person who despises me. If anything, you mocked                              me when you called back!”

Everyone had their fair share of patience, he knew that by heart. But watching such an event take place only a few meters away brought his heart into a stone cold ditch, making it beat slower with each minute he had to stay behind and listen to them going on and on - without any remorse or withdrawal.

The Phantom would never give his best to the fools like them, would never ever blink but tonight, he wasn’t even sure what brought him to care so much. Perhaps with a few spoken words, he understood what was going on. People were so afraid of strangers, thought of their worst and spoke bad on everyone’s behalf. This woman just happened to become an example for their preconception and lack of manners.

But when words became action once more, that’s when he reacted as his fullest. It wasn’t easy to hold himself back while watching it happen, and just outside of his domain as well. But could he sacrifice himself that way, and for another? Knowing it was very well not much like him, he could might as well test out his skill to chase such barbarians out of his area.

Taking his time to reconsider, he marched out from his hiding spot once no one was looking his direction. He took his chance, making a leap forward to knock the first one out of the way. The man who seemed far stronger than he actually was fell towards the cobblestoned ground, while the other one who was holding the woman by her wrist realized what was going on.

Drawing his sword, he swiftly pointed it his way as his foot was placed upon the other’s back to hold him down and hold his entire focus on the woman.

“I’d advice you to step back and leave this place, Monsieur. Or your friend here might as well loose a hand…Or two.”

On the brink of what she believed to be utter ruination, Esmeralda forced herself to glare at the men with all the fury she could muster. She would not be seen to be afraid. Even if she died, she would fight tooth and nail and inflict on them as many wounds as she could, and thereafter haunt them as a ghost until they withered and died too, scared out of their wits. At least, she distracted and comforted herself in such fashion, hoping that her end would not be a long and painful one.

Heaven watched over her then, she realised, when someone stepped out of darkness, out of nothingness. Swift in his movements, he knocked one of her assailants unconscious and subdued the other with his sword. The gleam the sword produced in the moonlight dazzled both her and the alert assailant, before the latter fully appreciated the predicament he was in. Debating over his options, he quickly drew the conclusion that he had option at all. Glancing at the mystery man uneasily, he nodded and backed away, giving up his prey. In a moment, he was gone.

Safe! Heart pounding fast at her narrow brush with death, Esmeralda remained speechless for a while. She stared at her rescuer. Strange how she could not quite discern his face, though she could make out his tall height and the rich fabric of his clothes. A gentleman? she wondered with astonishment. It was rare to for one to wander these parts unaccompanied and so late at night. Nevertheless, she decided not to question her fortune. Remembering her manners, she hurriedly expressed her gratitude.

“Monsieur. Thank you. If there is any way I can return this kindness, I promise I will.”