𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐇 : 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐀

this    𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆    is    like    𝖘𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖑    𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖘    being    thrown    about    .

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𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐁,    who    had    been    more    a    brother    to    𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙊𝙉    than    any    son    born    of    balon    greyjoy’s    loins.           MURDERED    AT    THE    RED    WEDDING,           butchered    by    the    freys.            𝐈    𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃    𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄     𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍     𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇     𝐇𝐈𝐌.            W̶H̶E̶R̶E̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ W̶A̶S̶  ̶ I̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶?̶            i    should    have    died    with    him.

A  GHOST  IN  WINTERFELL,   THEON  GREYJOY   .     primarily  novel  based  but  very  show  friendly  with  show  based  verses  included.   independent   and   private,   as   explored   by   doll.

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𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋'𝐒  ( 𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐈 )  𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄  𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒  !

i  tend  to  focus  on  one  blog  at  a  time  but  these  are  the  current  muses  i  still  want  to  keep  around  : @regimerot​​​     /    armitage  hux     /     moderate  activity @anguisa​​      /     pansy  parkinson     /     low  activity @dogslayed​​     /    sirius  black    /    low  activity @caerlyle​​     /    phillip  carlyle     /     temporary  hiatus @corpceo​​     /    lex  luthor  jr     /    temporary  hiatus @sanctuhs​​     /     archangel  michael     /     on  hiatus  +  to  be  rebooted

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𝐑𝐀  •  𝐃𝐈  •  𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄,                 def.              (      LATIN    :      𝓇𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓊𝓂      )      the   glow   of   the   stars   before   they   burn   out    .    no   sun   reaches   the  soil   of   his   being    ,    no   harvests   are   reaped    ,    where   all   is   barren   and   effrontery   is   dreeing    .

private    /    selective   GENERAL   ARMITAGE   HUX    ,    canon   compliant   with   major   headcanon   influence    .    independent   and   private    ,    as   explored   by   doll     .

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writing ? on my roleplay blog ? not likely. 

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:hm:

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tag me in a starters, send me memes ! ♡

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happy slytherin pride day ! where's my snakes at ? 🐍🐍🐍

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SCENE   (   END   )    :    ACT    III          /          THE    DENOUEMENT    .

FIRST,   SHE IS LIFE   :   SHE IS FLORESCENCE    .    sylvan     𝓓𝓞𝓔     ,   she   who   is   synonymous   with   vernality   ,   with   sorrow’s   essence   .   birds   still   sing   their   mourning   elegy   ,   and   so   with   her   groom   at   her   side   ,   and   so   with   her   fawn   in   her   mind   ,   falls   first   he   then   she   -   decomposition   shrined   . AND THEN IN WINTER,   AND LATER DEATH    -   is   it   you   that   moves   or   is   it   the  dark   ?  for  he   who   is   no   longer   he   ,   that  forsaken  star   now   burnt   out   .   tonight   ,   at   midnight   -   the   hadean   ghost   still   prowls   ,   the   hiemal     𝐃𝐎𝐆'𝐒    hazed   ,   dazed   ,   growls   .   SOON THERE AFTER,   IN THE TRANSITIONAL PHASE   -    during   those   autumn - decaying   days   ,   lays   he   atop   the  rotting   leaves   .   and   with   a   poised   act   ,   lethargic   ,   the     𝙒𝙊𝙇𝙁     keeps   its   stance   ,   cathartic   .   oh   ,   with  his  last  howl   ,   a   final   breath   ,   he  comes   to   take  a   closing   rest   .

LILY  EVANS   (   @doeslayed    )   &.    SIRIUS  BLACK   (   @dogslayed​   )   &.   REMUS  LUPIN   (   @wolfslayed   )   from   the   harry   potter   series   .

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small   STARTER   CALL    ,,,    mayhaps    ??  

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𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒    𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊,                 def.               a    mutt’s    carcass    in    the    autumn  -  decaying    grass        /       a    man’s    heart    becoming    crass   .     a    bad    omen    ,    oh    !     he   ,    damnable   creature         .  .  .         the    bound    hound    with  a  soul     ,    wound     .

sirius   black    ,    novel   based   with   film  -  adapted   arcs    and   major   headcanon   influence    .    independent   and   private,    as   tamed   by   doll    .

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‘ your failures are just what happened — they don’t have to be who you are ’

poetry starters - accepting ! 

          he bares his teeth like a wild beast, cornered and battered ; mindless and desperate for reprieve yet the implications of failure lie heavy in his palms. the black beneath his eyes, his disheveled appearance - shirt untucked, hair unruly — he hadn’t meant to be seen this way. yet, she’d spotted him, concerned in all her glory and refused to leave. how badly he wishes to speak to…someone. that unbearable knot tightens at his core and renders him nearly breathless. instead, he pushes and caves into himself.  ❛ my…’ he swallows tight, admitting to such a thing to one who admired him so left a bitter taste. ❛...my failures have repercussions.’ they always have. this time, not once, but twice. two futile attempts at carrying out his mission. fear slips into his veins and clenches at his ribs in a vice, he’s left scrambling. what with he and his serpentine tongue vowed quietus — malfoys’ failures had consequences. ones he could not abscond. lives settled themselves in his very much incapable hands. 

          ❛ it doesn’t matter whether they define me or not.’ he can’t meet her gaze, the weight of his reality far too great to allow him to — lest he spill his guts right then. it wasn’t an option. the less she was privy to, the better. one more senseless death….no. he could at least do this right.  ❛  i’m done talking about this. ’ 

/ @anguisa

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SEASONAL  AESTHETICS  .

bold  what  applies  to  your  muse     /     repost,  don’t  reblog  !

tagged  by  :    @nochce   &.   @lunecharm   !   ilysm   ♡ tagging  :    @stolengrim   ,   @reignpure   ,   @beautyveined   ,   @championmourned   ,   @wickerie   ,   @potionmastre   ,   @graveiary   ,   @girlcusp   !

𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑.      a chill right down to the bones.   tobogganing.   teeth chattering.   sleeping all day.   sitting by the fireplace.   spending time with family.   layered clothing.   seeing another’s breath.   loving the cold.   cold hands.   blistering winds shaking the closed windows.   a bookcase full of brand new books and all of the time in the world to read them.   cable knit socks.   a bitter remark.   a log cabin in the middle of nowhere.   hating the cold.   full-length windows to peer out of.   deep conversations.   watching the snow fall.   sharp edges.   hot cocoa.   smelling every candle in the store.   a wild snow storm.   melancholy.   lighting candles around the bathtub.   snow globes.   expressing yourself but never finding quite the right words.    the softest of blankets.   liking, but not loving something or someone.

𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆.      the smell after it rains.   being in control of yourself.   a soft breeze blowing your hair.   lightning when it strikes.   cherry blossoms.   bright mornings.   the first sign of hope.   the relief of finding something you lost.   paris in the spring.   birds chirping.   a kiss on the cheek.   the clap of thunder.   a tornado in the valley.   smiling at a stranger.   planning.   saccharine pinks.   making promises.   trying something new.   hugs when you need them most.   a bee sting.   sitting on the steps of the met.   coming inside drenched from the thunderstorm.   picnics on a red checkered blanket in the new sun.   that feeling you get when you put on a good dress.   rushing when you can take your time.   going to the gym at ungodly hours.   excitement for what’s coming.   becoming yourself.    

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑.      lanterns lit around a campfire.   seeing the sunrise like its the first time again and again.   melting ice cream.   the warmth of sun rays upon skin.   fireworks.   the feeling of never wanting something to end.   beach days.   the lone blow up floaty left in the pool, drifting with the warm nights breeze and nothing else.   music blasting at 3am, loud and proud.   palms trees on sunset boulevard.   longer days and shorter nights.   wanderlust.   nights spent staring at the stars.   sand castles.   road trips.   blood orange sunsets.   leaving the laundry to hang outside.   flowers in bloom.   sneaking out of your room late at night.   pure contentment.   barefoot in the sand.   the street lights coming on.   the sound of the ocean in a seashell.   freshly squeezed lemonade.   loose clothing.   a cannonball into the pool.   sunflowers.   the hazy pink before dusk.   relaxation.

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋.      the leaves changing colors.   a heavy backpack.   the smell of old books.   eating until you’re stuffed.   deep, dark woods.   the silence in loudness.   abandoned houses.   ripped jeans.   crunching leaves beneath feet.   feeling like you’ve been somewhere before.   sitting at a bay window.   having endless amount of homework.   charcoal drawings.  screaming into a pillow as loud as you can.   pumpkin patches.   creaky floorboards.   accepting that some things do have to change.   museums.   small talk.  being ignored.   procrastinating.   a door slamming shut.   going to bed early.   baking pies.   the fear of walking alone in the dark.   feeling completely and terribly lost.   a twig snapping.   crisp, cool days.   belly laughter after crying.   foggy mornings at the shoreline.   writing a daily entry in a journal.   a lonely day.

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pansy would die for blaise n draco n that's the tea :/

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    ❝ she  wasn’t  just  PRETTY,        she  was  otherwordly  and  vaguely  threatening. ❞

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🐍🐍🐍                  /                  ANGUISHED    ANGUISA    .

independent    &.    private   PANSY   PARKINSON   from   the   harry   potter   book   series    .    entirely   book   based   and   highly   headcanon   influenced    .    interpreted   by   doll    .

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