Just a storage for my rp blogs

[valtsv]

some observations on color coding eyewear in ficton and their meanings

[blackcatrph]

send  me  🍒  +  a  url  and  i  will  write  some  positivity  for  them.

send  “  cherry  ”  if  the  emoji  is  not  visible  for  you.

[spunsugarmusings]

Affirmations for roleplayers

I will make the blog choices that make me the most comfortable. The right people will understand my choices, regardless of whether they agree with me.

My portrayal is my own and I enjoy exploring aspects of my character as I see fit.

My happiness as a writer matters more than impressing people.

I trust my partners to communicate with me.

I communicate effectively with my partners in an open and empathetic way, as they do with me.

I give myself permission to be as creative as I want, as close or as divergent as I please.

My original characters are interesting, well rounded, and suited to what I want for them.

I play my oc's authentically and without compromising my vision to suit popular tastes.

I put myself out there with grace, humility, passion, and gratitude.

I show love and gratitude to my partners as they show to me.

[keryahoraculi]

Moonmaiden Getting Clothing

[riense]

[noiristico]

[derangedrhythms]

I know where you are / with my eyes closed, we are bound to each other / with huge invisible threads,

Sharon Olds, Strike Sparks: Selected Poems 1980-2002; from ‘True Love’

[hapless-hollow]

“The waltz with the devil is not a wild affair. It is sad, and it is cold. Each step is meticulous with hopelessness. It is arms wrapped tightly around a black hollow. It is the dance you dance while warily observing all of those that you love, step off and away. It is where you go to hear your name, lonesome, echoing in the dark. Where you are remembered, only by you. And made to keep on, waltzing.”

— Helaena C Moon 

[unsubconscious]

José Javier Serrano (Yosigo)

[weltenwellen]

Natalie Díaz, from “Isn't the Air Also a Body, Moving?”, Postcolonial Love Poem

[odivm-nostrvm]

[latibule-e-deactivated20231012]

— Yves Olade, from “Slaughterhouse.”

[weltenwellen]

Erika L. Sánchez, from "Departure"

[derangedrhythms]

I became aware that our love was doomed: love had turned into a love affair with a beginning and an end. I could name the very moment when it had begun, and one day I knew I should be able to name the final hour.

Graham Greene, from ‘The End of the Affair’

[latibule-e-deactivated20231012]

— Slipknot from “Birth Of The Cruel.”

[derangedrhythms]

—I suppose it was lust / But it was holy and awful.

John Berryman, The Dispossessed: The Nervous Songs; from ‘Young Woman’s Song’

[jasonincalifornia]

General Sherman in the Mist

Instagram/////Society6