THE BURDEN OF BEING — Perhaps it is true we do not really exist until there is someone who sees us existing, we cannot properly speak until there is someone who understands what we're saying, and we are not wholly alive until we are loved. ⋆ .⊹ ๋࣭⭑
A private & selective character of original creation, written by lue (30+ she/they).
Themes — water as a metaphor for death ⋄ the line between self-sacrifice and self-slaughter ⋄ pomegranate symbolism ⋄ the heart is a museum of everyone you've ever loved ⋄ abandonment issues (savage) ⋄ where trauma ends and your self begins ⋄ reality is not quite what it seems
Rule 01 — The Blog
Tentatively returning to the rp community after a 3+ year hiatus. The desire to write is strong, but the ability is sporadic and weak. Please don’t expect too much from me.
Rule 02 — Etiquette
Basic roleplay etiquette is a must: don’t be a jerk; no god-modding or meta-gaming; please do not kill my character without permission (most other acts of violence are fine, though!); do not plagiarize my lore. If you judge a person's morals by the subject matter they read or write, you are not welcome here.
Rule 03 — Relationships
Not seeking any romantic relationships (I am single-ship with my friend; our ships are indicated in my affiliates), but I am always open to other types of relationships: friends, found family, enemies, etc.
Rule 04 — What's in a Name
Under no circumstances should your character ever presume knowledge of my character's real name unless she has explicitly revealed it in a written scene. I may make exceptions if your character has certain supernatural / psychic abilities, but pleeaaaseeee check with me first.
Rule 05 — Mature Content
Mature & dark themes are welcome but should ideally be discussed in advance. You & your character must also be over the age of 21. This character contains depictions of alcoholism, substance abuse, self-harm, and suicide, as well as references to physical, sexual, and emotional abuse. General tag for nsfw content is #nsft.
Rule 06 — Credits
All artwork was either commissioned by me or gifted to me by friends. Do not re-upload her art, use her art as a faceclaim for your own character, or feed her to any kind of AI bullshit. Dividers, headers, & other decorative elements were made by me. Please do not steal them or I will explode you with my mind.
"Well it sounds like you have something to say about my love life." He paused a beat. "There's not enough meat on your bones for a single fire lily, let's get you something."
"Believe me, if I had something to say, I would. You think I'd keep my witticisms to myself?"
If anything, she is affronted by not being the one who started such a rumor. Harassing him used to be one of her favorite pastimes.
Sheila's wan expression stares up at him through the shadowy impressions of flora and foliage dappling her face—also indignant at the thought of getting up. "I'm not hungry."
Though if he were to summon a servant or take it upon himself to fetch her something, then by all means...
Spirits forfend a woman wants to enjoy lying down on a nice patch of earth amidst the flowers and shrubbery and the like. "Decomposing? What does it look like?"
