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[bledlegacy-blog]

kisses her forehead 😌

      ‘  oh !  didn’t  see  you  there.  well,  actually  i  did  but  i  thought  by  saying  i  didn’t  see  you  there  would  make  it  seem  like  i  wasn’t  actively  looking  for  your  attention,  therefore  eliminating  any  suspicion  that  i  in  fact  wanted  you  to  pay  attention  to  me. ‘   a  clear  blush  makes  its  way  onto  her  cheeks  as  she  nuzzles  up  to  him.  taking  his  hand  and  bringing  it  to  her  cheek,  a  simple  gesture  to  keep  him  closer  just  for  a  little  while  longer.      ‘  how  was  your  day?  not  too  stressful  i  hope.   today  i  was  a  part  of  a  parade!  but  it  was  kind  of  odd,  they  all  had  giant  forks  and  torches.  i  thought  it  was  some  sort  of  farmer’s  day.  turns  out.  you’ll  never  believe  this.  it  was  a  riot! ‘ 

[bledlegacy-blog]

                                                            I took a little journey to the unknown                                                  And I came back changed I can feel it in my bones.   ART

[poeticsuggestion]

i, for one, love forehead kisses……..just a hint

[bledlegacy-blog]

                                                            I took a little journey to the unknown                                                  And I came back changed I can feel it in my bones.   ART

[bledlegacy-blog]

da4 merrill or bust

[jessiarts]

Send me an “I follow you because:”

[bledlegacy-blog]

-- ❝ In fact, you only seem to know what other writers tell. ❞

  ‘   that  is  untrue.  the  only  writer  i  know  is  Varric  and  he  hardly  tells  me  anything! ‘ 

[bledlegacy-blog]

❝ You need a measure of bitterness… Not to be eaten.. ❞

   ‘ i’ll  save  my  comment  about  disliking  bitter  things  for  now  since  i’m  assuming  you  don’t  mean  food.  but  if  you  do  mean  food  then  i  really  do  dislike  bitter  tastes,  i  don’t  quite  understand  them. ‘   she’s  not  quite  sure  how  to  answer  ,  being  surrounded  by  bitter  folk  her  entire  life  it’s  almost  impossible  for  her  to  try  and  be  one.  whether  out  of  spite  or  just  sheer  inability  is  up  for  debate.  the  elf  sighs,  pushing  back  a  strand  of  hair  from  her  face  before  crossing  her  arms.  an  attempt  to  seem  tougher  than  she  usually  gives  off.  ‘  i  can  be  bitter. ‘   she  states,  a  pout  forming  on  her  lips.   ‘  then  no  one  will  eat  me,  right?  like  not  even  a  mabari.’

[bledlegacy-blog]

❝ Nothing gentle ever grows in this land. ❞

         ‘well  it  is  quite  cold,  so  it’d  definitely  be  hard  to  grow  anything  here,  especially  something  gentle.  i  don’t  know  how  rabbits  do  it...they  always  seem  to  be  everywhere, especially  in  the  coldest  regions.  just  the  other  day  i  saw  a  group  of  bunnies  hopping  along  the  trail  not  too  far  from  here.  which  ended  up  with  me  getting  a  bit  distracted  and...’    she  finally  silences  herself  as  she  realizes  the  inquisitors  gaze  upon  her  seems  to  be  less  than  inviting.  she  always  had  a  habit  of  rambling  especially  in  anxious  situations  like  the  one  she  was  in  right  now.   ‘  ahaha...pardon  me. ‘

[bledlegacy-blog]

  ‘oh  dear...’

[vaememes]

✧     CRIMSON     PEAK     SENTENCE     PROMPTS    !   

*  A MIXTURE OF CRIMSON PEAK PROMPTS , TRIGGERS MAY APPLY , CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS AS NEEDED .

❝ They take the heat from the sun, and when it deserts them, they die. ❞

❝ They’re dying.  ❞

❝ You’re monsters. Both of you! ❞

❝ It’s a world of everything dying and eating each other right beneath our feet. ❞

❝ Surely there’s more to it than that. ❞

❝ Beautiful things are fragile… ❞

❝ At home we have only black moths. ❞

❝ Formidable creatures, to be sure, but they lack beauty. ❞

❝ They thrive on the dark and cold. ❞

❝ What do they feed on? ❞

❝ You’re so… different. ❞

❝ Ghosts are real, that much I know. I’ve seen them all my life… ❞

❝ It is a monstrous love and it makes monsters of us all. ❞

❝ But the horror… The horror was for love. ❞

❝ The things we do for love like this are ugly, mad, full of sweat and regret.  ❞

❝ This love burns you and maims you and twists you inside out.  ❞

❝ There are things that tie them to a place, very much like they do to us. ❞

❝ Will you still like to know my thoughts? ❞

❝ The aches that you describe with such earnestness, the pain, the loss. ❞

❝ In fact, you only seem to know what other writers tell. ❞

❝ You clearly have not lived it at all. ❞

❝ Where I come from, ghosts are not to be taken lightly. ❞

❝ You are nothing but a SPOILED CHILD! ❞

❝ What do you dream of? A kind man? A pure soul to be redeemed? Perfection? ❞

❝ I advise you to return to your ghosts and fancies. ❞

❝ A house as old as this one becomes, in time, a living thing. ❞

❝ It starts holding onto things… keeping them alive when they shouldn’t be. ❞

❝ Some should never be spoken about again. ❞

❝ You will stay here, with us… won’t you?  ❞

❝ A man that feeds off land that others work for him. ❞

❝ This parasite is perfectly charming and a magnificent dancer. ❞

❝ I cannot leave you here. ❞

❝ I find myself thinking about you even at the most inopportune moments of the day. ❞

❝ I feel as if a link exists between your heart and mine. ❞

❝ The first time I saw one I was ten years old. ❞

❝ There were to be no parting kisses. No goodbyes. No last words. ❞

❝ You lied to me! ❞

❝ You poisoned me! ❞

❝ You said you loved me! ❞

❝ I’ve always closed my eyes to things that made me uncomfortable. ❞

❝ I don’t want to close my eyes. I want to keep them open. ❞

❝ It makes everything easier. ❞

❝ I heard you the first time. ❞

❝ It’s an excellent likeness. ❞

❝ The more the house sinks, the worse it gets. ❞

❝ Goodness. How many rooms are there? ❞

❝ We must do something about it.  ❞

❝ Others that hold onto an emotion. A drive. Loss. Revenge. Or love. ❞

❝ The spilling of blood. A terrible crime. ❞

❝ I don’t know. Would you like to count them? ❞

❝ Do we have to do this? Must we? ❞

❝ She stopped drinking her tea, but I poisoned the porridge. ❞

❝ That’s exactly what our mother told us in her last moment. ❞   

❝ This is your home now. You have nowhere else to go. ❞

❝ Perfection has no place in love, [Name]. ❞

❝ You know precious little of the human heart, or love, or the pain that comes with it. ❞

❝ I can’t. I can’t. ❞

❝ This place is hundreds years old. Souls come and go. ❞

❝ Some of them are good; some of them bad… ❞

❝ You insist on describing the torments of love when you know NOTHING about them. ❞

❝ I’M NOT DONE YET! ❞

❝ How do you manage this house? ❞

❝ Actually, I’d rather be Mary Shelly; she died a widow. ❞

❝ Perfection has no place in love. ❞

❝ Perhaps we only notice things when the time comes for us to see them. ❞

❝ In [Country] we bank on effort, not privilege. ❞

❝ The men at this table, all of us, came up through honest, hard work. ❞

❝ Well, maybe not all of us. [Name] here is a [Occupation].  ❞

❝ If there’s one thing I know, it’s the importance of the right tool for the job. ❞

❝ I’m a builder, dear. ❞

❝ Everyone falls in love, dear, even women. ❞

❝ There are things that tie them to a place.   ❞

❝ The marriages were for money, of course. ❞

❝ You need a measure of bitterness… Not to be eaten.. ❞

❝ Nothing gentle ever grows in this land. ❞

❝ My heart would cease to beat and I would die. ❞

❝ I won’t stop… until you kill me… or I kill you! ❞

❝ So it’s all out in the open. No more secrets! ❞  

❝ I feel as if a link exists between your heart and mine. And should that link be broken either by distance or by time, then my heart would cease to beat and I would die. ❞

[saishoguu]

some messy da2 sketches I drew at the airport today

[bledlegacy-blog]

rp with me

[milamai]

Enchanted (by Milamai)

[andantegrazioso-deactivated2018]

Floating like a rose petal | victoriawolf__

[bledlegacy-blog]

   brows  furrow  with  concern  as  she  eyes  the  woman.  eyes  carefully  scanning  over  lightning  scars  with  a  soft  hum  escaping  her.    ‘  excuse  me,  hello,  hi.  i... couldn’t  help  but  notice  those  nasty  scars  i--i  mean  they’re  not  nasty  as  in  gross.  i  think  they’re  quite  fascinating  actually  and  it  certainly  doesn’t  detract  anything  from  your  attractiveness  which  might  i  add  is  very  high  despite  your  scars  and ...  i  should  stop  talking. ‘   she  trails  off,  pinkish  tint  to  her  cheeks  and  gaze  now  avoiding  anything   close  to  her  own.

[bledlegacy-blog]

  ‘ ah !  that  was  absolutely  wonderful.  would  you  mind  showing  me  again? it’s  alright  if  you  don’t  feel  like  it  however,  i  get  tired  too.  naps  are  quite  fun  though.‘