what makes you think im so special?

“Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight, At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again."

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i’m not a mirror of you and i will never be.. But whatever you do or you did will reflect on you sooner or later..I PROMISE I’LL MAKE SURE IT HAPPENS. ~F

[cure-ail]

I miss Marian

[cure-ail]

I’ll be honest... Not having to rp here anymore is a relief.

It’s not that I disliked it, but I’m bad all around with keeping up with... anything. It’s a problem, but roleplay was, among many things so this problem didn’t really go away, something that distracted me from more important things, like schoolwork. Moreover, it was stressful tracking all my threads in my head, from this group and all the others I was involved with when I was let go.

I don’t think many of you are following me, but I’m sorry to say I won’t be back as quickly as I would have liked. (Which, frankly, should be evident by now...)

But I’ll probably come back when I feel ready, if this place is still around.

[cure-ail]

tfw you forget that not all your rps have checks on the same day

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Inktober day 5: Big witches in little skirts :>

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A friend is someone who knows all about you and still loves you.

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Pen Pals | Felicity & Marian

cure-ail

Dear mysterious stranger,

I hope you’ll forgive for not putting my real name to the end of this letter. Instead I will name myself Austen Agamus. You will see me in one month anyway. I am going to assume we both do indeed live in Altelia. It is such a beautiful, wondrous city, is it not? I cannot imagine living anywhere else from this place. Indeed, I have not so for my entire life.

Do not be mistaken for mine being of an advanced age – I was taught to write this way by my father and I have never broken the habit. The date we are due to meet up is October 2nd. That is only three days before my nineteenth birthday. It is in fact very likely that I am younger than you yourself are.

I am going to hope your health and wealth in these troubled times. How are your family, if you have them? I myself only have my father left remaining and he has gone abroad for work. I know not when he will return. I am not too lonely in his absence. I have a room-mate and a few brilliant friends.

This may be too much information already and you may not wish to know it. I do not wish you to worry about me. I am unfortunately sick and have been so for almost a year and a half. I do not foresee mine becoming any better. Therefore, if these communications cut out on my end and I do not reply for a long stretch of time, it is only because I have entered a more ill stretch of time in my illness. I hope you will forgive me if I do so.

From, Austen Agamus.

[cure-ail]

Marian was a little stunned by the formal writing. She was a little stunned to see a letter addressed to her at all. Well, it didin’t have her name on it, but Majorie had given it to her, so it must have been hers. Thinking back, she vaguely remembered signing up for something... Yikes. Taking it she probably should respond, Marian picked a pen and paper.

Dear Austen Agamus,

I don’t mind at all. I actually heard that pseudonyms were being used for the pen pals. And I look forward to writing with you even more in the future. If we hit it off, it’ll be super cool when we finally meet!

I grew up in Altelia! It’s... pretty nice, but I’m more attached to the less developed parts of the city if I’m honest. They’re more homey. A comfort these days, you know what I mean? I spend a lot of time by myself near like the woods and the the mountains to meditate.

I’m fine. I just live with my grandma, but she’s alive and kicking and it makes me happy. I’m sorry about your situation, though. I can’t imagine how difficult that must be. But, hopefully, you’ll stick it out.

From, Flightly Faith

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Thunderstorm

[cure-ail]

destiny [closed]

Marian had found the letter on her windowsill. At first, she thought it was a stray note she had left for herself, as she often did, but when she picked it up and read it, she felt a chill go through her. She didn’t recognize the script, but she felt like she knew it, and the parchment tingled in her hands.

We both know there is something a little… ‘different’ about you. This message is an invite to a place where you can be yourself. No humans are allowed, In fact humans can not even see the location. Go to the Selphia district and look for an old abandoned church. Enter and knock on the wall behind the altar. (Watch your step) For your first time showing up at the location, you must prove yourself. If you do, you will be then be given a membership. You may attend any day between 8pm-2am

Do not show this message to anyone, especially a human. We want a safe environment for all magicals to be themselves. If you try to bring in a human, or show this message to one you will be marked and punished.

It wouldn’t surprise her that there were people out there who knew who she was, especially if they were mystic. But why reach out to her? She didn’t want anything to do with other magical beings. Be herself? Marian was not a magical being.

Not at all.

.

Marian leaned back on the side of her bed. What would she do? She didn’t want to go, but holding it in her hands, the way it felt, that it was magical, she felt like she had to get up and go to the nearby church right then.

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[cure-ail]

alteliacity:

There was a small boy around the age of seven years old who happened to be set up his own lemonade stand with the help of other kids over at the Teddybear Orphanage. He was an orphan himself, that much was obvious, but that didn’t put a damper on his mood at all. The kid seemed quite cheerful, honestly!

“Hiya! Would you like to buy some lemonade? Each glass is 90G!” He exclaimed, happily pointing out the side on the table. “I hope ya like it, I squeezed every lemon all by myself!”

[ OUT OF CHARACTER MESSAGE ]

If you wish to purchase a glass of lemonade, then please reblog this with your character’s response. (You should also update your Bank Account [#ac:money] and your Inventory [#ac:inventory]!) Once that’s said and done, you may take off with the glass! Little does your character know, they just purchased a nice cold glass of TRUTH POTION. (Really, someone should investigate these matters.) They won’t feel anything change until an hour later though, which the kid and the lemonade stand will both be long gone before your character can come back to complain. Not only does the Truth Potion force your character to tell the truth, the whole truth, they won’t realize what’s happening to them until after the potion wears off. This means they won’t see any reason why they should go hide in a closet, they’ll that think they’re acting normally! That being said, your character could still give the glass away to a friend or drink it themselves.

How long does it last? About 72 hours. Each character will react differently, so it could last longer or wear off sooner. (It’s up to you!)

This offer will not expire, so you all are welcome to have a little taste of magic.

You have been warned! …Will you still go through with this?

Marian was just passing by when she noticed the lemonade stand. She never paid much attention to the orphanage, and she did have a hankering for something like lemonade, so she was glad to cough up the money and give it to a needy cause. Plus, the kid was cute.

"One glass, kind sir!" she said, and grinned. He gave he a glass, and she took a sip. She frowned. It tasted delicious, but there was something off about it that gave her a funny feeling. It tingled on her tongue, but she couldnt quite place it. She was certain it was something on the tip of her tongue... It reminded her of her grandmother. Must be the homemade feel! Marian shrugged.She would bottle the glass and have more later. Maybe share it with a friend.

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