it’s been years, but i think i’m finally ready to try this again. is anyone still alive from back in the day...?
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( * THE EVIL WITHIN 2 PROMPTS !
chapter 11 : reconnecting.
- ❛ i did something a long time ago. something that i regret. ❜
- ❛ that’s one way to solve the problem, i guess. ❜
- ❛ that guy’s slippery like a snake. ❜
- ❛ it’s almost like i was led to you. ❜
- ❛ there’s no telling how or why things happen in here. ❜
- ❛ i stopped trying to make sense of things a long time ago. ❜
- ❛ i don’t even know you, do i? ❜
- ❛ something tells me the rebel in you is never too far behind. ❜
- ❛ if people ever did find out the truth, who would believe them? ❜
- ❛ it’s too late to stop now. ❜
- ❛ it’s just loneliness that’s making me think like this. ❜
- ❛ haven’t seen you in a long time. ❜
- ❛ i’m not weak anymore. i won’t go down easy. ❜
- ❛ that’s it. i’m done playing with you. ❜
- ❛ you didn’t have a choice. ❜
- ❛ ever get the feeling you don’t know what’s real anymore? ❜
- ❛ people told you you were crazy. ❜
- ❛ it was like living in a perpetual state of déjà vu. ❜
- ❛ i can’t let that happen. ❜
- ❛ i was starting to think you forgot about me. ❜
- ❛ bring the big guns. we’re going hunting. ❜
- ❛ how am i ever going to get these nails right if you keep interrupting my manicure? ❜
- ❛ be prepared for anything. you can’t predict what’s gonna happen in this place. ❜
- ❛ i’ve still got some morals left, despite the things that i’ve had to do. ❜
- ❛ operation: kick ass happening in 3… 2… 1! ❜
it had started out as such a lovely day. amalthea had been falling asleep amidst the fields, but she startled when she noticed a few seedlings spring up that she couldn’t remember calling forth. for a moment she thought that she may have slipped through into someones dreams again, but then she felt someone else nearby. the unicorn laughed to herself.
❛ oh, you are wicked — ! elemental magic isn’t a toy you know... ❜ despite what amalthea said, she had never been much good at scolding. the unicorn couldn’t help herself from pulling a few flowers out of the earth either, and they curled up round her ankles to make a nice little bed before she settled down again. there was something distinctly prideful to the way she kept herself, and the way she looked at the strange girl only pushed the feeling further. ❛ it’s the oldest and most powerful thing there is; i trust you won’t let anyone tell you otherwise. ❜
#persephcnewilson#❁ ;; ˢʰᵉ ʷᶤˡˡ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ┊verse *:･ﾟ✧#❁ ;; ᶤ'ˡˡ ᵗᵘʳᶰ ʸᵒᵘ ᶤᶰᵗᵒ ᵃ ᵇᵃᵈ ᵖᵒᵉᵗ ʷᶤᵗʰ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐˢ┊starters *:･ﾟ✧#i hope these two get to the point where it's like#amalthea: love of my life got murdered so i murdered right back?#amalthea: *squishes face* you do you baby. you live your vengeance.
maybe we’ve roleplayed a little, maybe it’s not enough, maybe not at all. maybe we quietly like each other’s occ posts, or i like to read your threads. maybe i’m completely head-over heels in love with you and annoy you via skype constantly. maybe we’ve just been mutuals for a long-ass time, and even if we don’t talk too much seeing you on my dash is a huge comfort. no matter the reason, if you’re reading this? just know that you personally are one of the reasons why i keep logging on. i’ve had a lot of trouble keeping up with my roleplays since i started at uni, but i love you guys, and i felt like throwing this out there tonight. so yeah... this is just a small note to say, thanks. that’s all ❤
#❁ ;; ᶰᵒᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶤᵗ'ˢ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ʰᵉˡᵖ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᶰᶤᶰᵉ⁻ᵗᵉᶰᵗʰˢ ᵃᶰ ᵃʳᵗᶤˢᵗ┊shut up sawyer *:･ﾟ✧#idk man#i'm so tired of not having the time to be on my accounts#but i was thinking about#how long i've had amalthea. and all you wonderful humans that make me smile#when i'm on here#so yeah. the end.#just wanted to say i love you#and that you're all great
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this is a long analysis of the last unicorn that deals with themes of identity, purpose, and morality. the ideas are solid but the language is casual and it’s not organized particularly well. i go off on a tangent in some places, but it should still be cohesive enough to get through? i dunno, it was just an impromptu thing. also, i don’t have anything about this in my rules because i don’t usually do things like this, but at the risk of sounding like an angsty turd consider this your swiper-no-swiping warning in regards to my analysis and the way that it effects my character. feel free to spam my inbox with follow-up questions if you read under the cut because dang, i’d love you forever if you did that ( ˘ ³˘) ~ ♥
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she had her arms tucked into herself, staring out haggard’s kingdom in earnest. it was rare to see her cry anymore ( not that any tears had fallen when amalthea had tried ) but her old listlessness had replaced itself with something new, and not wholly better — she’d the air of one who was always waiting for something, and a very poor habit keeping still. the men talked as though she’d brought life to the castle, but she looked more like a statue, and she felt more like a GHOST.
silence was always a given when she stood like that, but when the magician came out amalthea did greet him. his name slipped off her tongue, and her hands betrayed her as well, though she did manage to catch herself before her fingers touched his sleeve. it was a moment more before she’d speak again. ❛ ...what are they doing down in the TOWN? ❜ she asked. ❛ i... keep hearing the strangest things... ❜
#schmendriiick#❁ ;; ᶤ'ˡˡ ᵗᵘʳᶰ ʸᵒᵘ ᶤᶰᵗᵒ ᵃ ᵇᵃᵈ ᵖᵒᵉᵗ ʷᶤᵗʰ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐˢ┊starters *:･ﾟ✧#❁ ;; ᶤᶰ ᵃ ᶜᵃˢᵗˡᵉ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵉᵃ┊verse *:･ﾟ✧#so remember how we were talking about holiday stuff?#there ya go#i mean in season it's probably the fall equinox but it could be christmas#i dunno how tired you are of pumpkin spice yet#or maybe you want to get sad maybe it's a funeral or something#i'm just gonna.#shrug over here ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#/imsotiredpleasesendhelp/
there were so few forests left anymore — real ones, with trees taller than cities and older than she was. fall was just starting to creep through the air, but where she stepped it was always spring. the sparse little wood began to THICKEN when she settled in the grass, and when she closed her eyes, it was easy to imagine that the wind brushed lilacs instead of oak.
it was wonderful. the only thing that could’ve pulled her away from it was the sound of footsteps, so of course that’s what the world decided to give. yet the unicorn found herself disappointed when she sat up; it was only a girl after all. she kept an eye on her but didn’t say a word, seeming more concerned with getting comfortable again than the human that had wandered by.
#empowcred#❁ ;; ˢʰᵉ ʷᶤˡˡ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ┊verse *:･ﾟ✧#❁ ;; ᶤ'ˡˡ ᵗᵘʳᶰ ʸᵒᵘ ᶤᶰᵗᵒ ᵃ ᵇᵃᵈ ᵖᵒᵉᵗ ʷᶤᵗʰ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐˢ┊starters *:･ﾟ✧#is no dialogue good with you?#i'm not saying forever just for this bit#idk it felt natural when i typed it out.#but if you need a line or two let me know and i'll throw another your way ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#in addition i feel that i should clarify#that amalthea would refer to her as a girl even if she was 105#use whatever verse you want *throws confetti*#either way maggie gets a unicorn. that's the most important thing.
it’s getting to the point where i’m just never going to apologize for inactivity because it seems like i’m never here but let’s ignore that and like this post for a starter instead? sounds good.
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TO SAY THAT DORIAN IS UNUSED TO FINDING strange, naked ladies covered in blood, in his garden, would be a rather LARGE understatement. Of course Dorian is used to a great many unusual occurrences, including naked, bloodied females, but this is perhaps setting a new precedent on BIZARRE. She is lucky he found her here at all, although her wailing was enough to awaken even the dead, and he considers her for a long moment, considers her shaky request to end her existence. He’s not necessarily averse to such a motion, but she is terribly alluring, pale and unearthly in the moonlight. ❛ Now why would I do something as foolish as that? What a waste of such a BEAUTIFUL creature. I propose instead we bring you inside and clean you up, before any hasty decisions are made regarding such matters of life and death. ❜ It is a little too easy to pick her up, scoop shaking limbs into his arms with a surprising strength, hardly caring if her blood runs thick and red on to the robe he’s donned. A kiss is pressed to her forehead lightly, as he makes his way back towards the veranda, doing his utmost to shield her naked form from prying eyes. He gets enough bad publicity as it is these days. ❛ Would you care to explain how you found your way into my garden at such a late hour, Miss- ? ❜
❛ DON’T — ! ❜ the moment he stepped towards her she slid further back. he still managed to gather her up easily enough, and the unicorn herself felt at a loss for how little was left. she’d been expecting decay when his arms slid across her skin; instead there was the strangest comfort. it was more humiliating than being caged, but unlike everything else she had encountered there was no death in his touch. what he had there in it’s stead was peculiar, but the pain of a rotting world had been MUTED, and she found herself curling up, grateful for it. ❛ ...why can’t i feel you dying? ❜
the girl grew silent but still seemed determined to destroy herself. her nails dug deep into her arms again and stayed there, pliant and motionless till his lips pressed against her forehead. it was the first time she’d turned to look at him, and her lavender eyes reflected nothing but malice. she seemed torn between crying or strangling him — a red stained hand did fly to his neck, but only to push him back after, and make him set her down. men had DIED for less, only now, there was nothing there. just a mark like a flower, or a star; an entrancing design. in it there was still a fraction of her power, and though far too great for a man and not nearly enough for a unicorn, all that was left flowed through her veins. she couldn't spill it fast enough. ❛ ...you know my name, ❜ she told him. despite her apparent despair, the girl suddenly sounded more indignant than sorrowful. ❛ if you can’t remember it, if you can’t PLACE it, then i won’t have one. ❜
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Independent & Private
VICOMTE RAOUL DE CHAGNY
loved by: kenzie
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[♛]—His dark eyes flickered to her hand, watching how she tenderly touched the flower buds, and then back up to her. She was a pretty thing, he soon realized, and he found himself not even thinking of asking who she was and where she came from. Theodore was enraptured by her, intrigued by her pale skin and long hair, and he found his thin lips tug into an uncertain smile.
“Ah, nothing, really. Even … even if I did have some concerns, you don’t have to worry so much. It’s not your cross to bear. It’s for me and me alone, my dear stranger.”
Gloves hands reached for the soil of the gardens, pushing a mound of earth away to dig a small hole with his long, slender fingers. Of course there was a lot on his mind, but he didn’t feel the need to spill all of his headaches and problems onto a beautiful stranger. Though, he would like to be able to talk to someone, anyone, but he didn’t wish to. He couldn’t. His issues were none of her concern.
❛ then what is anymore? ❜ it was strange. she was cruel not to try and useless when she did. no matter what, the unicorn couldn’t seem to get the hang of it — being human was infuriating. but how could she tell him that when the words always tangled at the back of her throat? she missed seeing people’s hearts reflected in their eyes, but something about that seemed incomplete now. it occurred to her for the first time that there was a difference between knowing and understanding, and that as things were, she was very bad at both. ❛ i don’t know if you’re trying to do me a kindness, or if you think me a child... but if you’ve nothing to tell then I’ll have to listen to myself, and there’s not very much left. please sir, i’d be HAPPY to hear to your thoughts — you’d be doing me a great service... ❜
Alt!
Sawyer wants to play… Æon Flux
ready for the action now danger boy? ready if I’m ready for you, danger boy.
FANDOM: Æon Flux ( the mtv animated series, NOT the movie )name: Æon Fluxstar sign: scorpiostatus: mercenary, freedom fighter, fetish model.kinsey scale: 0 1 2 3 4 5 6disorders: adrenaline junkielive face claim: stephanie corneliussen
top tropes: Dating Catwoman, Friendly Enemy, Grey and Gray Morality, Meaningful Name, They Killed Kenny Again, Stripperiffic, Order Versus Chaos, Police State, Le Parkour.
MISC: i really don’t think i can summarize this series well enough in just a little blip? on the surface it’s your basic police state vs gun wielding bad ass, but it’s hard to explain to someone who hasn’t seen it. it deals with politics, fetisism, scientism, human morality, and even old school gnostic symbolism where she’s implied to be a fallen angel. her backstory is pretty much nonexistent, but you really get the sense that this is someone who’s given up everything to the cause, and she never complains about it or wastes time feeling sorry for herself. every action she takes ( good or bad ) is always on her own terms, and that’s amazing. i love aeon to death, and she’s also different from the sort of characters i usually play; it’d be nice getting a chance to write sinnamon instead of a cinnamon for once.
OOC;; reminder to all my dead / soulness followers that amalthea can hook you up with what you’ve lost. reminder to everyone in general that one of my favorite plots is always just having amalthea’s transformation sequence and throwing your character into the mix. reminder that i'm very open to plotting of any kind. it's my absolute favorite thing to do so you just hit me up with whatever interesting idea you wanna explore and i will definately jump on that starter. that’s all.
semi-plotted @inflagrcnte // trigger warnings
these two legs were useless. she grabbed at what she could to keep herself upright. walls, brambles, an iron gate — the unicorn RECOILED when her hands struck the metal. the feel of it shook her to her bones, only now they were weak. she crashed onto the ground only to find her new skin to be no better suited to the world around her, and even her trembling hands were enough to tear it apart... so she did. the unicorn scratched at her arms and her breast until a trail of red trickled down her side — she hated this body. she didn’t know how she had gotten to where she was, only that she shouldn’t have been there at all; it would’ve been better to DIE then exist like this. that truth was the only thought left rattling round her head when a pair of footsteps stopped in front of her. she peered up from where she was, falling silent at last. ❛ kill me. please... ❜
#❁ ;; ᶤ'ˡˡ ᵗᵘʳᶰ ʸᵒᵘ ᶤᶰᵗᵒ ᵃ ᵇᵃᵈ ᵖᵒᵉᵗ ʷᶤᵗʰ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐˢ┊starters *:･ﾟ✧#inflagrcnte#❁ ;; ᵇᵉʰᶤᶰᵈ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ ᵉˣᵠᵘᶤˢᶤᵗᵉ ᵗʰᶤᶰᵍ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵉˣᶤˢᵗᵉᵈ˒ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ʷᵃˢ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰᶤᶰᵍ ᵗʳᵃᵍᶤᶜ┊verse#here dorian.#take this slightly-injured slightly-suicidal inhumanly perfect naked fae thing#making a scene outside your house in the middle of the night#also. i just#assumed that he'd have a fancy garden in the back?#if not i guess she's just#hanging round the front but. then we lose some perfectly good snake-in-the-garden symbolism so. your move cecil :')#tw: suicide mention#tw: suicidal thoughts#tw: body dysmorphia#tw: self-injury#tw: self harm#tw: blood
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for a moment he stood there, pondering what she just said, but then again he understood what his mother always told him: that not everybody is lost, sometimes we walk to not be found, like he just did to escape from his nanny.
the little boy bit his lip but took her hand with no hesitation, maybe he felt the sadness she was radiating, maybe he felt like someone with such starlight eyes would never harm him. So he took her hand with no vacillation and jumped up and down softly, like a little dance he just discover to make others happy.
Suddenly he stopped and stared at her with clear blue eyes, they were wide and full of question, that he yet did not wanted to share, taking a finger to his mouth the Little god of light tilted his head and the golden locks bounced with every movement.
“But, does the beach look like this place too.” It was curiosity more than anything else, he had never seen such a place like this one, so desolated and dull of life. it made him sad for some reason.
Maybe if he brings his friends here, they’ll help to restore it, Freyr, Sif... they know much more things. Maybe even his father and mother would do something. What a sad place he thought, maybe it had been better in other days.
“Is this your home” he asked again, with no pause to hear any other answer He just wanted to know… He has been always very thirsty for knowledge.
it was a peculiar question, and she wasn’t sure why. amalthea wouldn’t have recommended the water to anyone — the thought of her setting foot there before she’d been made human was laughable, but there was something about it that made her look twice, and some part of her that thought haggard wise to waste his days staring at it. still, the beach was safer than the rest of his kingdom. walls and roads both had stories to tell ( always tragic ones, in a place like this ) but not the shore. it was constantly changing, always made NEW.
❛ it’s less... lonely there. ❜ she said at last. amalthea wasn’t very tall herself, but her arm strained a bit to keep the child’s fingers locked round her own. it was a short walk to the water’s edge, just steep and barren. the unicorn told herself that she didn’t want him to fall, but the truth was that he probably had a better sense for his legs then she had for hers. maybe one of rán’s selkies would even come to see him once they were there? she was sure someone had to be looking for him somewhere.
❛ we bring our homes with us, but i had a nice one for a time... there were lilac trees as tall as oaks, but it wasn’t here. everyone down in the village says that this land has been cursed for years, but part of me thinks the king found it that way — what about you? this is a long way from home, for a little prince. ❜