me: hi tumblr roleplayer: ❝ ✗ ; ———- with BIG GREEN ORBS && a confused look grazing over their s o f t pedals, they leaned back with their armsC R O S S E D. as their pedals spread, they BREATHE, ❛ — i LOVE giraffes ! ❜
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i love games that encourages multiple playtroughs where u can make different decisions and i just make the same goody two shoes choices all over again excpet i romance a diffeent person. im so good at this
“i love exploring different branching narrative paths” i say, as i pick the same choices all over again
sun or moon? stars or clouds? sea or sky? silk or velvet? sunrise or sunset? early morning or late night? wood or steel? oceans or rivers? snow or rain? diamonds or pearls? pastel or primary colours? gold or rose gold? rosé or wine?
THE OPERA GHOST REALLY EXISTED. NEITHER ANGEL NOR PHANTOM, BUT A MAN WHO ONLY EVER WANTED TO BE LOVED.
There is a story of a man. Only whispers now, but a story nonetheless. As immortal as the music which flows through the very words, slips through the storyteller’s teeth like honey, entrancing all who might listen. The story tells of a man who sold his soul so his music might live forever. Bargained with the devil, both thinking themselves slick, the corners of two mouths upturned with the crooked satisfaction of one about to seize the chessboard from his opponent. His music, the shadow croons, will be all he is ever loved for.
Only a story now, of course, ancient as the cobbled streets of the city of light. But now, somewhere in Paris, is a man bent over a once pristine set of ivory now drenched in crimson. He weeps, and the ache he feels in his soul might once have inspired others to weep for him. But the city is burning, and the inferno which now blazes around him is all his own doing.
THERE IS SOME MUSIC SO TERRIBLE THAT IT CONSUMES ALL WHO APPROACH IT.
This story does not begin here, however. No, the downfall of the Angel of Music comes at the very end. This is not the Phantom you know, and this is not his Paris. As the man in the mask looks down on his theatre, a war wages on below. Gunfire echoes in the dressing rooms as often as arias, silken costumes torn through lie among ill-gotten gains and fallen loyalties. Two opposing organizations, each thinking they have sole claim to Le Théâtre de Nuit. This, my dear friends, is where our opera begins.
❝ DESTINY HAS CHAINED YOU TO ME F O R E V E R. ❞
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modern mythology is my favourite
- witches whose day jobs is treating ill people with “alternative” remedies like crystal healing and herbalism that actually work
- incubui and succubi who are models
- dryads and other nature spirits who are huge environmental activists
- schools designed for supernatural and magical creatures
- witch tattoo artists who secretly disguise protective runes into all their tattoos
- fair folk who sell potions at market stalls
- mermaid marine biologists
- normal humans that somehow come across dragon eggs and are trying to hatch it in their basement
- elf scholars who run libraries filled with books about magic
- werewolves running animal shelters
- safety runes graffiti on apartment blocks
MODERN MYTHOLOGY
I think I was lucky in that I wasn’t one of those girls who are told they are pretty the whole time. I never got that. Nor did I ever obsess about my looks as a teenager.
Emily Blunt || Vogue UK || November 2016
Paul Rudd trying weeds.
Lizzy Caplan for LADYGUNN
My dad doesn’t realize I’m awake and can hear him telling my dog how nice his haircut looks…
Eva Green for Violet Magazine November 2016