I’m serious y'all there were tears the moment I heard Peter and Barty’s voices and the fact that they’re OLD FRIENDS with TAI kills me more and Peter OPENED HIS EYES and is AFRAID of MICE y'all I have been blessed this day.
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I’m serious y'all there were tears the moment I heard Peter and Barty’s voices and the fact that they’re OLD FRIENDS with TAI kills me more and Peter OPENED HIS EYES and is AFRAID of MICE y'all I have been blessed this day.
only four episodes in and I'm already dead.
I promised @pcrtly some Portbleck and boy do I deliver. <3
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It’s finally done!
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' you're a loser too )8 '
‘ i am offended. ’
isn’t it sad— to see people smile through the pain, when mother and father are both disregarding your presence but also your feelings ? her words bleed out of her mouth, without anyone giving her strength to be free because she was different, living under a roof of selfish people- both careless. they say that people have the right to make their own choices, but for some people their path is chosen for THEM.
private. selective. Weiss of RWBY // penned by nad
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every now and then, father time would spill the magic of the sand from the pouch and lull the kingdom to sleep. whirling emotions, buzzing embodiment of life, it all finds its rest within the walls of the academy when a wand is swung, and underneath the cover of the night she is able to pace down the hallways in safety. they do not need to know of her existence. of her presence in beacon. of course, amber is no threat – yet a careless mouth could share a secret of her existence with a wrong entity and the grand masterplan behind her protection could shatter into ruins. but that is not for tonight. no. when she finds herself in the vast library of beacon, her instincts guide her to the shelves containing volumes that speak of many grand, heroic tales. only familiar titles assisted her during the last journey, and now she seeks out more, seeks out the fresh – unaware that, in fact, she isn’t alone.
with age comes the unconscious desire for peace: a moment of solitude where one’s worries && fears can be laid to rest, if only for a moment. nightfall never fails to bestow upon the academy its moment of peace, where an aging soul snatches every opportunity granted to pace the corridors, idle wanderings becoming conscious desires.
tonight, he yearns for the comfort of knowledge, of books long since aged && forgotten. the mere scent of ancient parchment is a comfort. &&, for this soul, company is as well. for, he is not alone on this night.
‘ --- amber. it’s a pleasure. ’
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PLEASE send me character development questions.
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I love to get insightful about my character and to ramble on them. Ask me about their habits, thoughts, relationships! Go as deep and complex as you like! And send as many as you like so loads.
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I thought this was gonna be a funny compilation of people getting smacked around but this was amazing, holy god
trapped to sorrow. tied to anguish. wandering in eternal night.
Excuse me?
“ I will WILT, and REGROW as a better man – In a better life, where the flowers within my CHEST don’t SUFFOCATE my tired lungs – “
For the wind calls me home- and I will answer when the clock hands turn to dust- Wait for me.
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“——all I’m saying, is that CLEARLY this bet is in my favor, old friend!”
‘ oh ho ! is that right ? then, i will consider that a challenge --- ’