& birds fall dead inside me.

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                                     I AM CALM,  I AM CALM                                      IT IS THE CALM BEFORE                                      SOMETHING       AWFUL

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ahh, i am finally back on a computer. i’ll only have about an hour and a half so my plan is to finish up the new theme i was working on and try to get it up. in the mean time feel free to like for a starter some time tomorrow!!

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ahh, i am finally back on a computer. i’ll only have about an hour and a half so my plan is to finish up the new theme i was working on and try to get it up. in the mean time feel free to like for a starter some time tomorrow!!

[shadowheld]

right so heres the deal kids my computer has gone to shit and i have no idea when it will work, & if it doesnt im not gonna be able to get a new one for a long while. on occasion I’ll be able to use my brother’s computer while he’s at work. my activity will be severely limited, more than it already was. im sorry kids please be patient w me.

( if u wanna talk on sk//ype, mutuals are free to add me !! )

[shadowheld]

right so heres the deal kids my computer has gone to shit and i have no idea when it will work, & if it doesnt im not gonna be able to get a new one for a long while. on occasion I’ll be able to use my brother’s computer while he’s at work. my activity will be severely limited, more than it already was. im sorry kids please be patient w me.

( if u wanna talk on sk//ype, mutuals are free to add me !! )

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anyways. someone make a serana.

[joypendants]

To fight a monster, one must dance on the edge of oblivion, taunting fate and death. To fight a monster, one must become one, but not so absolutely as to lose their humanity. Taste the blood, tear out the heart, but reign in the beast in your soul, whispering ‘Not today, my lion, my monster, my demon: Today, we still wear the guise of mankind.’ Cage it, forget about it, leave it to gather dust–– But on the nights the moon is dark, On the nights the wind howls and there is no light, then you will remember no beast can be caged forever.

Eventually, you will become what you once fought so hard against. (CNS)

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elthorn.

                    Thin lips pull back to reveal pointed canines; bared in such a feral manner in the stranger’s direction. He has the look of an animal about him, but then again, is this not how all view his kind ?? Grip tightens ‘pon the blade && words roll from his tongue laced with hostile intent.                                 ❛ do not tell me how to hunt, alin. ❜

                    teeth bared, the wildness of him deters her not. the mordant lilt, acerbic tongue, traits she knows with a sundered intimacy.

                    “ah, I’ve no doubt you can hunt quarry & prey well enough. I am not so easy.” hearken her tongue, see serpentine venom found in him is void here. “I’ve no plight with you, elf, nor am I in any hurry to change this. would you kill me for nothing?”

[instrumentale]

and she is divine, untouchable terrifying, dangerous and heartbreaking and you’ve heard the stories, everyone has. how those who try to reach the moon end up scorched by the sun instead.

my sister’s keeper || sba (via nxville)

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elthorn.

                 The elf refuses even to attempt to be subtle - strangers straying too close to his camp are undeserving of his best. Fingers grip firmly around the hilt of one blade && the shrill screech of metal on metal is heard as the weapon unsheathes itself. He stands only several feet behind the girl; blade brandished with obvious intentions to attack, but he will pause - for now.

                    she is oft more smoke than flesh, a wisp of shadow that moves with the sun cast shade of flora. metallic strident gives her pause. the maelstrom of her eyes, all seeing. azure spherules make trails of him. under her hoarfrost skin, muscles of bird congeal.

                   “you have not yet struck. if this is your intention it is perhaps better to do so quickly & quietly, boy.”

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padrx.

@deicidiums || STARTER CALL

          SILENCE. IN ALL of it’s antiquity and surreal might, the aged guildmaster despised it nearly as much as he adored it. Perhaps this was not a night to be making decisions, in the serenity and solitude of the cistern–with just the pair of them present. “I thought I could do it,” he admitted, after a long pause in his speech. It was a blessing from the Nocturnal herself that the heat of the fire was a good enough excuse for the blood rushing to his abnormally pale cheeks–the embarrassment that he was too proud to admit to. 

          “I cannot. But you… I have faith in you. You possess the qualities of a good Master. You can revive the dying guild… lead it into a new era. I have nothing to give it. We both know that. This is no dying speech–I will be there to hold your hand through the way, but THEY need someone strong and able to rely on.” 

                    twain in silence still, quilted darkness serves to be her oasis of serenity. the guild stands on a precipice, so close to a fall & they are not the winged beasts her soul had been birthed of. in the underbelly of the rift, the lady luck makes nightingales of rats. her atlas hands, her shoulders heavy with the sky, her throat scrapped raw with her thu’um—    he gives her more. digits rough & stained with dirt, gold, blood want to reach for him. she is always digging. ravenous hunger, void heart, arteries iced over.

                    “you have carried them this far, have you not? you doubt yourself too much, & perhaps place in me a faith undeserved.” ether feels akin to a pandemonium, their voices small riots gainst the night. “but I trust you & will not insult you by questioning your certainty on this matter. if you believe this is the best path, then I will walk it. not alone, though, you must swear it.”

[notbecauseofvictories]

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calisvol.

    contesting and RAUCOUS is the roar zaunigkul bellows , laden chaotic airs with the draconian menace and usurpation of one he is right to deem ENEMY . mighty buffet of wings snapping , crackling of joints as zaunigkul descends and LANDS with a mighty rapport of shattering the ice and tundra beneath he . mighty cranium swivel towards her , the one he should face as ENEMY . 

   the glamour of humanity is swift to FALL as this form is apparent , dwemer halls claimed and territory that he should be wont of DEFENDING from she of all mortals who dare trespass abandoned halls reclaimed . for dragons always favored their HOARDS above else , as it stood . 

      ‘ zu'u fen ni bo fah hi do pah joor . ‘

                    MOON DRAKEN, the unsaturated flame under her glacial skin. she is too much for mortal things, for her mortal body. she is too little for her soul aflame, for his wings as they beat gainst the air. fear absent, only the tessellation of his inherent cruelty ( you will push the world harder than it pushes back ). her voice the rolling thunder, her thu’um the lightning frost. a foreign tongue makes a home in her mouth, roots grow in her throat & they carve words there ( bahlok. krah. tafiir. ).

                    “the world eater lies still on the earth, dead & broken. i put him there, him & many others. fen hi aav niin? you have a choice.” her enemies, not chosen but born such. meant only to be consumed. & does she not hunger? yes.

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sets a starter call in your lap.

[roleplayers-ink]

Reblog with a list of muses you're considering

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blake belladonna   ( rwby )

faith lehane   ( btvs / ats )

inquisitor lavellan   ( dragon age )

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skullstave.

❛   ah…. yes.   ❜  

the princess eyes the other woman, attempting to decipher her intentions. she had oft avoided dressing so finely for such a reason, yet the queen had insisted she dress like so, glittering gems around alabaster skin && thick cream furs to shield her against the gelid winds. nela so thoroughly sought after a husband for her dearest niece that verana doubted she would ever look for one for herself. words twist underneath her tongue, sharp mind searching for the best thing to say that would not give away her distrust of the other woman. she shifts on her horse ( black as her hair && just as stubborn as she ), tightening the reins in her hand. 

❛   i am not surprised. know you an alternate path ???   ❜

                   “yes. though they may see you still, if they have watchmen on guard. this is not a likely thing, they are more greedy than they are wise.”

                  can the same be said of her? is she not the same? she is dark & sharp, twisting vines on cobblestone, the slow destruction. ribcage, birdcage, cannot be caged. greedy into her marrow, like them. feral soul, like them. but they are vultures where she is the eagle, the owl. the bird of prey that makes it’s own kill. STYGIAN haired woman is not quarry, only a passing concern.

                  “i can lead you, if you wish, though suspicion of duplicity is understandable.” & not unwarrented. “i can only assure you that if i meant you harm, you would not see me now, open handed in front of you.”

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@calisvol   /   starter call.

                    hearsay, unreliable as it travels through roots to eardrums. odium undertaking. the opprobrium of the brother elder at her hand has left reverence & fear in equal measure. in the end, her soul is oft more a dovah than it is an ahkiin, & she is their HUNTRESS and their daughter both ( i am as my father akatosh made me. as are you, dovahkiin ).

                    she comes for vulthuryol ( mind a mantra of devour, under the carcass of dwemer halls ), she finds, instead, a man. verglas skin, carved of marble & coated in the sickly ichor of falmer, stands the nightingale.

                    “my fight is not with you, & i would rather it remain such. you should leave.”