undubitably !

-- and she stood in the doorway, an aura resonating off of thick planks of cedar && oak. the room lingered with the trails of her superiors, yet she was not phased by the disarray presented in front of her. she was an essential tool among an opulent family, she only lived to serve - but she found that through her love && loyalty, she was valued as lavishly as they.

[tempushero-blog]

     you   are     THE   HERO   OF   TIME  .

[thedesignateddriver]

All of Odin’s profiles, past and current

[arrowmaiden-blog]

@pridem​ is at stage 2

[doldrum]

Ava’s Demon/ history of the entire world i guess

[arrowmaiden-blog]

♡ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐧 .

Sleep was rumored to be a challenge  But these nights it felt like a war. Whipping around in bed, thrashing in fear, The nightmares and paralyzing fear ate into their head. They couldn’t possibly sleep when anytime they did, Monsters and demons pulled on their body, their limbs, Ripping them one, by one, and all the could do was scream. They cried out for help, as if they were drowning,  Quickly sinking down, into a black tar swamp, Where were they? Where were they? Please, PLEASE? And then someone grabbed their hand. 

           PLAGUED THOUGHTS RAN CIRCLES IN HER HEAD between the early hours of    midnight && two am .   thoughts of demons dressed in angelic clothing ,  purified hands    snatching up filthy children && coating their own hands in the sin as a result     ---    well    worn boots on brick stairs ,  i l l u m i n a t e d  by an alien light .

        the screams echoed in the halls of the manor ,     && the maid found that she did not    share burdened thoughts alone on this night .     rushing through the manor ,  she found    the screams resonated from her own master odin’s bedchambers  ---  she could not let    him suffer alone ,  she could not let him be like herself .    gently opening the door to the    room && quickly shutting it behind her       [        if she was caught ,  she would surely be    banished from the homestead.       ] ,  rushing over to her master && taking his thrashing    hand tightly in hers .

          ❝ master odin --- wake up ,  it’s okay ,  everything is alright    ---   you are safe here ,      odin ,  you are safe ... ❞

[conearmageddon]

Less like two empires at war, more like petty neighbors.

[arrowmaiden-blog]

♡ 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐯𝐢 .

     Did she hear the girl right? Master Odin. That creep that tried to snatch her away from the only home she’d known.

          HE WAS RICH?!

     She didn’t really understand why she was here still. At least she was being treated well, not like a prisoner. It could be worse, but that didn’t mean she had to like it.  Not even if she was living with royalty. “ Okay…? Why am I here? ”

     She didn’t need anything immediately, only answers.None of this made sense, she didn’t even know this Odin guy. She never spoke to him. He certainly didn’t dress like royalty. Maggie sat back on the plush bedding and just took a moment to take in the surroundings. She was in a manor. Despite her curiosity, she was distracted from the other girl by the extravagant bedroom.

          a tray of midday delicacies was punctiliously prepared for the awakening lady ,  an expanse of lightly filling sliders && steamed vegetables ,  as well as a piping hot bowl of french onion soup .  the maid assembled a plate for the lady in bed ,  absorbed in her work   ---   making sure the vinaigrette for the sliders did NOT spill over into the bread rolls ,  && other complicated tasks that remained very important to the girl preparing the tray .  however ,  the lady did not specify whether she preferred coffee or tea --- a light setback ,  but one that could be fixed nonetheless   ---   merita set on the tray a small cup of both the coffee && the tea ,  as well as a cup of iceless water .

          ❝   it truly is a shame that your planet was decimated ,  miss lacivi  ---  but i’m afraid i do not know why master odin has brought you ,  most specifically ,   to his manor .  but if you hold questions about the manor or the royal arrow family themselves ,  i will gladly answer them .    ❞  merita let a kind smile come across her features ,  before setting the tray down in front of the lady ,  internally hoping that she enjoyed the array of food ,  despite her shocked state .   ❝   is there anything else i can fetch for you ,  my lady ?   ❞

[arrowmaiden-blog]

- arrowmaiden:       a girl of fifteen summers gazes upon a master’s havoc, a house hooked between LOYALTY &&      REBELLION --- evident, among broken glass && blood stains.  broom in hand, a  weapon against      the calamity, she drives the bristles against the nooks in the hardwood floor,  uncovering the miniature       shards from their castles. yet, throughout the chaos of WAR,  throughout the terrors of her manor ---      she, her broom, && her determination radiates more  BRILLIANTLY than any of TITAN’s forces.              private && selective .  mutually exclusive .  largely headcanon based .                         visit the manor.

[dino-my-life-artblog]

Pretty Much.

Ava’s Demon Ladies and Gentlemen.

[arrowmaiden-blog]

@pridem​ .

[arrowmaiden-blog]

friendly reminder i now have a script role.play server on dis.cord if anyone wants to join and meet up with others !   here it is !

[rpmemestbh]

What is okay:

Writing in small font.

Writing in double-small font.

Writing in larger font.

Formatting your replies extensively.

Preferring just plain text and believing it’s only the words that matter. 

Having a heavily-edited theme with links all over the place.

Having an extremely basic theme or the default Tumblr theme.

Not wanting to RP with OC’s.

Not wanting to RP with people whose writing you believe is too underdeveloped, and therefore it would be hard to have enough substance to continue.

Being exclusive.

Being selective with your replies/partners.

Being non-selective with your replies/partner.

Posting musings / non-rp related things on your rp blog.

Posting solely rp related things on your rp blog. 

Enjoying shipping with many people.

Enjoying writing primarily one genre – crack, angst, fluff, etc. 

What is NOT okay:

Sending hate, anonymously or not. 

Reblogging threads that you are not a part of. 

Talking down to someone because of their writing skills.

Hating people for having the default Tumblr theme or heavily-edited themes.

Hating people for wanting to ship a lot on their blog.

Stealing things – starters, icons, themes, etc.

Telling someone else how to run their blog.

[leaderarrow-blog]

➸What am I supposed to say when I end up driving everyone away? ‘Cause I am on fire, a crying, burning liar. Seeing nothing, nothing,but myself, and I’m the one holding the lighter…Every inch of me is charred, God, what happened to my heart? I’m about to fall apart! You’re never coming back, and I’m not okay with that!  ➸I should’ve never let myself get attached

[arrowmaiden-blog]

♡ 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫.

             again ,   there’s that  fucking  soft spot for little kids in trouble .     jason  sighs ,   and keeps his eyes on her ,   the sympathetic ,   soft smile now replaced by a furrowed brow    —    he’s  worried .     he doesn’t even  know  the kid and he’s worried !     merita  could  be a spoiled brat wanting for attention ,   or  bait ,   but he’s finding himself leaning further toward the idea that she’s just a  lost,   abused  child  wanting  help .     he knows what that’s like ;    being stuck out on the streets .     it’s  scary  when you’re a kid and you don’t know what the fuck you’re doing .

    ❛    what ?     what’ll they do ?    ❜               another  spike  of worry ;    she’s been abused ,   he  just  knows  it .    he can tell by the attitude ,  the  anxiety   —   the way she clasps her hands is such a clear fucking indication of how  unnecessarily   nervous  she is ,   even though she’s talking to her  saviour .               ❛    there’s no  bus  stop  on peterson’s ,   kid .     and even if there  was ,   i could  not ,   in  good  conscience ,   let a  stranger  pick you up and take you out of town .    ❜

    ❛    tell you  what ,   i’ve got a big couch back at home ;    you should come back with me ,   stay there until tomorrow ,   and i’ll find you someplace else you can go .     forge you some  legal  documents  and put you up for adoption .     sound  good ?   ❜

          a downcast gaze away from her apparent savior .   his words ripped holes in a childish mind ,      caused monsters behind locked doors to pound && tear against the fragile structure of her SKULL .    a splitting headache ,  the reeking stench of leather dragging its body against bloodied skin , the    solitude of a cold ,  congested room laying wicked fingers upon her mind && playing with the strings .    no - NEVER  ;;  she would not reveal what they would do to her ,  in fear that the orphanage would be    shut down ,  && all of the children that once lived there would be thrown into the city .  girls of seven    and eight .           she shook her head away from the thought ,  but the memories threatened to split out her stomach ,      spill out onto the concrete ,  DEVOUR the pavement like acid    ---     her arms tightly crossed over her    abdomen .  she brought her sallow gaze back up to face him ,  pushing the thoughts down ,  push the    thoughts down , merita ...  && the hope flooded out through her eyes once he firmly stated that she was    not to be taken out of town .  he was going to return her to the orphanage ,  JUST LIKE THE REST OF    THEM .  he was unsympathetic ,  callous ,  ALOOF ,  CRUEL  -           no .  he was not .           his words felt like summer sunlight in gotham ,  shining down from the bleak expanse of grey    stormclouds .  his sympathy felt like the love of a father ,  his merciful caring put a hand on her back    && encouraged her on .   a torrent of emotions sent a weak ,  but genuine ,  smile to stretch across her    dirtied ,  bloodied face  ---  her eyes continued to spill their secrets ,  her fingers dug into her sides   ---       he was giving her the one thing she was starved of  ---  HELP .           ❝     you  ...  you would do that  ?  ❞  her words shook as the rain bit into her bones ,  but her love    && gratitude shone within the brightness of her crooked grin .    ❝     you  ...  th-thank you ,  stranger ,      thank    ...    thank you   ...    ❞

[arrowmaiden-blog]

@leaderarrow

[arrowmaiden-blog]

❝ You know, out of everything I've faced - including the eradication of my people - this is the most unamusing. Can't you sweep faster? I'm bored. ❞

♡ ' d an inbox call.

           a liquid FIRE rushes into freckled cheeks.          the maid’s ashen tendons clenched        around the coarse wood of her broom ,  irritated appellations slip out of improper lips .            ❝  i do apologize that you are bored ,  demon   —   would it please you to roll around        with the pigs for a while ?      you do seem to have a lot in COMMON with them ,  even        moreso when compared to the GOATS .  ❞

[arrowmaiden-blog]

♡ 𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐦 .  @seulerose​

 DEAD  MEN  TOLD  THEIR  TALES  through  the  pages  of  books  all  the  time !    there  was  part  of  him  that  thought  it  odd  she  would  suggest  it  in  such  a  horribly  morbid  fashion  -  and  there  was  another  part  of  him  that  found  intrigue  in  the  idea  that  these  were  the  words  of  a  man  long  dead .       ❛     yes  .    literature  is  quite  important  .        ❜     he  wasn’t  looking  at  her  ,   but  at  the  book  in  question  ,    a  furrow  in  his  brow .        ❛     but  suppose  his  book  survives  but  not  a  soul  in  the  world  understands  his  ideas  anymore  .    what  then  ?     ❜

          A COMPLETE ADMIRATION for a newfound teacher, he had only introduced her to his    library a few days back && she had already worked through shakespeare ,  confucious ,  marlow ,      aristotle   ---     a philosopher she currently cradled in pale, freckled arms .  a pondering thought    appeared in response to his grim inquiry ,  && she took a moment to herself ,  scanning through    the sagacious ,  elaborated explanations of philosophy ,  as if for answers to his question rather to    than humanity’s.  but --- was not his morbid musing equally related to humanity ?           ❝   perhaps ... his ideas are outdated ,  or inaccurate ,  but another author would most certainly    step in his shoes and reexplain his ideas in terms that all can understand   ---   or, at the very least ,     reevaluate their accuracy .  i truly do not believe his ideas would die --- but his book ,  undoubtfully ,      could be lost to time .    ❞

[wayneserveddd-deactivated201710]

Yeah, but I’m not a cop am I?   I’m a butler!

[arrowmaiden-blog]

RANDOM FACTS ABOUT THE MUN. REPOST, NOT REBLOG !  tag 6 muns you would like to get to know better when done!

NAME:  doc / xael / ingle / jess ( by close friends ! ) NICKNAME(S):  doc sausage / pringle / frie / thirsty  FACECLAIM:  princess bubblegum ! PRONOUNS:  she / her HEIGHT:  i’m a astonishing 5′2″ && done growing BIRTHDAY:  september 13th AESTHETIC:  flowers in books, hot tea in long sleeved hands, different swatches of pastel pink paint, edgy looking patches with soft sayings, pale backs, the sound of a fountain pen against parchment, candies & pastries, the low chirp of cicadas LAST SONG / THING YOU LISTENED TO:  no type ( duskus remix ) - rae sremmurd

FAVOURITE MUSE(S) YOU’VE WRITTEN:  i used to write a oc named I’annise Coulter over @forgedusk that i may choose to reboot at a later time ?  she was an extremely fun concept that i wish i could of expanded more on , but i left bc running her was a fruitless task && i felt like her characterization in spontaneous rp was an inaccurate one and leaking over into her actual canon.  i loved writing her in her early days; however, i have a new oc i am developing at the moment that is growing more && more favorable of my attention && my love !!!

WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO TAKE ON YOUR CURRENT MUSE (THAT YOU ARE POSTING THIS ON):  i was inspired to write merita bc of how she contrasted against the dark normality of the ava’s demon comic.  everyone in that comic is either a dickhead or a cute dickhead ;; merita simply appeared for literally 20 pages at most && i fell in love with her concept && wanted to expand more on her.  fun fact:  i actually wanted to roleplay gil for the longest time, but as soon as merita popped up in the comic, i halted all progress on my gil blog && transformed it into merita !!!

WHAT ARE YOUR FAVOURITE ASPECTS OF YOUR CURRENT MUSE:  i love that merita is openly gay,  that she has a buttload of freckles, she can fighte, && how she’s secretly got that sense of clever humor, as well as the fact that she’s a little shit .

WHAT’S YOUR BIGGEST INSPIRATION WHEN IT COMES TO WRITING:  music && movies, mainly. while writing merita, i listen to indie artists such as Monsters & Men, Young the Giant, Florence + the Machine, && Dresses.  several movies have inspired plots for me, some being from disney films such as Beauty and the Beast to short films like In a Heartbeat.  but mainly, inspiration to write comes from other writers on tumblr.  everyone here is so talented && reading your writing inspires me to write more !!!

FAVOURITE TYPES OF THREADS:  angst.  only angst.  i’m a sucker for angst, drama, merita yelling, someone she loves in danger, the whole pumpkin pie.  i love angst dearly.

TAGGED BY:  @maleficarate - thank you ! TAGGING:  @vainstrife, @pridem, @prvdetect, @seulerose, @ardcrii, && @hellfabled !