more than just somebody's puppet

sherry blendy. 26 years old. lamia scale. in a relationship with lyon vastia

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Step one: lift your shoulders. breathe like nothing is holding you down; head high, do not look down to the blood and sweat that cakes your chest. they put you here to make you weak but you are winning this battle. Step two: don’t think about who you left behind. they are gone now, but that does not mean you should forget. hold the world in their honor, so even if you are not in their shadow you hold the ground steady when they fall. let your comfort be that with you bearing the weight of the world they will never lose their grip on it. Step three: endure. there’s nowhere to go, nothing to do but stand and bear and prove you are stronger than they ever dreamed. teach your brother the lesson of the strength it takes to never fall even when your knees buckle and your shoulders tremble and your eyes close and you just want your head to fall but you stand straighter to bear the weight of us. —HOW TO BEAR THE WEIGHT OF THE WORLD (M.M.) [poem]

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dance,  dance,  dance,  little  doll,  &&.  never  forget  to  SMILE.  being  ugly  is  the  privilege  of  the  good,  and  you  haven’t  been  that  in  years.  so  paint  your  face,  hide  the  UGLINESS   that  you  harbour  deep  in  your  chest.  if  you  don’t  let  it  show,  they  won’t  know.  ( no  one  looks  close  enough,  anyway. )  dance,  dance,  dance,  little  doll,  &&.  tell  us  how  you  fell  into  the  rabbit  hole  &&.  how  you  found  YET ANOTHER NIGHTMARE  where  you  would  have  found  wonderland  if  only  you  had  been  fair  &&.  gentle  like  alice  who  was  a  heroine  whereas  you  are  not.  ( they  keep  telling  you  this  &&.  you  believe. )  dance,  dance,  dance,  little doll,  &&.  never  stop  because  you’re  JUST A PUPPET,  dangling  from  the  strings  another  pulls  because  ever  since  you  went  to  wonderland  &&.  found  a  nightmare,  you  haven’t done it.  —— it  is  easier,  is  it not?  ( that’s  what  they  try  to  tell  you,  at  least.  &&.  history  is  written  by  the  victors.  no  one  cares  about  survivors  like  you. )  CUT  THE  STRINGS,  little  doll,  &&.  get  back  up  because  you  always  danced  best  when  you  chose  your  own  song.  YOU’RE  A  SNAKE,  REMEMBER?  so  shed  the  skin  already,  it’s  not  you.  wash  off  the  makeup,  SHOW  YOUR  FANGS.  (  they’ll  tell  you  that  you  can’t  but  you’re  smarter. )  ——— written by jana. remade after being archived. poem credit [x]

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dance,  dance,  dance,  little  doll,  &&.  never  forget  to  SMILE.  being  ugly  is  the  privilege  of  the  good,  and  you  haven’t  been  that  in  years.  so  paint  your  face,  hide  the  UGLINESS   that  you  harbour  deep  in  your  chest.  if  you  don’t  let  it  show,  they  won’t  know.  ( no  one  looks  close  enough,  anyway. )  dance,  dance,  dance,  little  doll,  &&.  tell  us  how  you  fell  into  the  rabbit  hole  &&.  how  you  found  YET ANOTHER NIGHTMARE  where  you  would  have  found  wonderland  if  only  you  had  been  fair  &&.  gentle  like  alice  who  was  a  heroine  whereas  you  are  not.  ( they  keep  telling  you  this  &&.  you  believe. )  dance,  dance,  dance,  little doll,  &&.  never  stop  because  you’re  JUST A PUPPET,  dangling  from  the  strings  another  pulls  because  ever  since  you  went  to  wonderland  &&.  found  a  nightmare,  you  haven’t done it.  —— it  is  easier,  is  it not?  ( that’s  what  they  try  to  tell  you,  at  least.  &&.  history  is  written  by  the  victors.  no  one  cares  about  survivors  like  you. )  CUT  THE  STRINGS,  little  doll,  &&.  get  back  up  because  you  always  danced  best  when  you  chose  your  own  song.  YOU’RE  A  SNAKE,  REMEMBER?  so  shed  the  skin  already,  it’s  not  you.  wash  off  the  makeup,  SHOW  YOUR  FANGS.  (  they’ll  tell  you  that  you  can’t  but  you’re  smarter. )  ——— written by jana. remade after being archived. poem credit [x]

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dance,  dance,  dance,  little  doll,  &&.  never  forget  to  SMILE.  being  ugly  is  the  privilege  of  the  good,  and  you  haven’t  been  that  in  years.  so  paint  your  face,  hide  the  UGLINESS   that  you  harbour  deep  in  your  chest.  if  you  don’t  let  it  show,  they  won’t  know.  ( no  one  looks  close  enough,  anyway. )  dance,  dance,  dance,  little  doll,  &&.  tell  us  how  you  fell  into  the  rabbit  hole  &&.  how  you  found  YET ANOTHER NIGHTMARE  where  you  would  have  found  wonderland  if  only  you  had  been  fair  &&.  gentle  like  alice  who  was  a  heroine  whereas  you  are  not.  ( they  keep  telling  you  this  &&.  you  believe. )  dance,  dance,  dance,  little doll,  &&.  never  stop  because  you’re  JUST A PUPPET,  dangling  from  the  strings  another  pulls  because  ever  since  you  went  to  wonderland  &&.  found  a  nightmare,  you  haven’t done it.  —— it  is  easier,  is  it not?  ( that’s  what  they  try  to  tell  you,  at  least.  &&.  history  is  written  by  the  victors.  no  one  cares  about  survivors  like  you. )  CUT  THE  STRINGS,  little  doll,  &&.  get  back  up  because  you  always  danced  best  when  you  chose  your  own  song.  YOU’RE  A  SNAKE,  REMEMBER?  so  shed  the  skin  already,  it’s  not  you.  wash  off  the  makeup,  SHOW  YOUR  FANGS.  (  they’ll  tell  you  that  you  can’t  but  you’re  smarter. )  ——— written by jana. remade after being archived. poem credit [x]

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dance,  dance,  dance,  little  doll,  &&.  never  forget  to  SMILE.  being  ugly  is  the  privilege  of  the  good,  and  you  haven’t  been  that  in  years.  so  paint  your  face,  hide  the  UGLINESS   that  you  harbour  deep  in  your  chest.  if  you  don’t  let  it  show,  they  won’t  know.  ( no  one  looks  close  enough,  anyway. )  dance,  dance,  dance,  little  doll,  &&.  tell  us  how  you  fell  into  the  rabbit  hole  &&.  how  you  found  YET ANOTHER NIGHTMARE  where  you  would  have  found  wonderland  if  only  you  had  been  fair  &&.  gentle  like  alice  who  was  a  heroine  whereas  you  are  not.  ( they  keep  telling  you  this  &&.  you  believe. )  dance,  dance,  dance,  little doll,  &&.  never  stop  because  you’re  JUST A PUPPET,  dangling  from  the  strings  another  pulls  because  ever  since  you  went  to  wonderland  &&.  found  a  nightmare,  you  haven’t done it.  —— it  is  easier,  is  it not?  ( that’s  what  they  try  to  tell  you,  at  least.  &&.  history  is  written  by  the  victors.  no  one  cares  about  survivors  like  you. )  CUT  THE  STRINGS,  little  doll,  &&.  get  back  up  because  you  always  danced  best  when  you  chose  your  own  song.  YOU’RE  A  SNAKE,  REMEMBER?  so  shed  the  skin  already,  it’s  not  you.  wash  off  the  makeup,  SHOW  YOUR  FANGS.  (  they’ll  tell  you  that  you  can’t  but  you’re  smarter. )  ——— written by jana. remade after being archived. poem credit [x]

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if tumblr hadn’t gotten rid of my nice tags, this would be way more fun

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just kinda awkwardly stares @

She just  looked back  at the younger ice mage, unsure of what to say. This was somewhat new --- she usually ALWAYS had something to say and the last time she had been this speechless had been when she had returned to Lamia Scale, many years ago, and Jura had looked at her with a mixture of sadness and guilt on his face.

Still, this was just Gray Fullbuster and not her older brother  in all but name and blood  and so she quickly overcame this speechlessness. ❛ ---what? ❜

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y r u marrying my b r oth er...

why do  you  care?

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OFFROZENDAYS: independent ur roleplay blog | written by jana | previously icedxflower

Step one: lift your shoulders. breathe like nothing is holding you down; head high, do not look down to the blood and sweat that cakes your chest. they put you here to make you weak but you are winning this battle. Step two: don’t think about who you left behind. they are gone now, but that does not mean you should forget. hold the world in their honor, so even if you are not in their shadow you hold the ground steady when they fall. let your comfort be that with you bearing the weight of the world they will never lose their grip on it. Step three: endure. there’s nowhere to go, nothing to do but stand and bear and prove you are stronger than they ever dreamed. teach your brother the lesson of the strength it takes to never fall even when your knees buckle and your shoulders tremble and your eyes close and you just want your head to fall but you stand straighter to bear the weight of us. —HOW TO BEAR THE WEIGHT OF THE WORLD (M.M.) [poem]

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every time I think about you

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emperorvastia.

           He laughed softly at her assurance, maybe he wasn’t an idiot completely, but he felt like one at times. Mostly in regards to relationships, he was sometimes truly clueless, but in his defense, he was not as well versed as others. Nonetheless, he knew that what he had with Sherry was REAL and yeah, he was figuring things out still, he improvised a lot and it got him far. Far enough to be engaged with an amazing person.

          Lyon’s eyes widened as she used her magic to create a makeshift ring and he laughed once more, his chest feeling free in a way that he never thought he’d feel in his life. Truly, though, he never really considered this aspect of his life, despite how meticulously he was known to plan. 

                   (Sherry caught him by surprise and he wouldn’t have it any other way.)

           “It’s the height of fashion, Cherie,” he assured, “I’m lucky to get the rare paper ring, crafted by a truly talented jeweler Sherry Blendy. What a lucky man I am indeed.” Smiling, he reached over the table and kissed her on the lips. 

          He was never one for PDA, but he was too happy to care for wandering eyes. Lyon felt right kissing his fiance. 

She made a face at his words, but they were neither mocking nor malicious, just he was merely genuinely amused --- and he  DESERVED  this, hell,  they  deserved this. Too many things had been small disasters or little catastrophes, too many times, it had felt like the world was forcing them into a corner, like  SOMEONE  was trying to  create  more grief and pain in their lives. And ------ that had never been  FAIR.  They had paid for their sins, a hundred times over, they did not have to keep paying anymore.

(There was a point when old debts were settled and when the past had to rest.)

Still ------ she  LAUGHED  softly as she reached across the table, her fingers toying with the improvised ring before she leaned in, her lips meeting his for a moment. When she had been in her earlier twenties, she had decided that she would try to maintain a state of being  content  for as long as she could rather than to chase after temporary, fleeting happiness, but in this moment, Sherry Blendy was fully and wholly happy.

❛ I am  happy  to hear this,  Leon,  ❜ she said quietly, her left hand resting gently on his shoulder as she looked down at the ring for a moment. And ---this was all she could say, because the CHAOS of her emotions was too complex to be put into words. Then, she remembered that in the more recent past, she had been happy every time she had thought about her then-boyfriend-now-fiancé.

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My favorite way to be held is in your gaze.

A ten word confession #3 (via teacup12)

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♛ ORLAND, M.

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                      Spotted: S and M, looking gorgeous in the library.                     Are they actually studying for class, or just planning                    how to make people talk? Oh to be a fly on the wall…                                                Oh wait, I am~

She needed to do well on this test, or else she knew her father would have a few things to say about it. And, honestly, as much as Minerva wanted his (and pretty much everyone else’s) attention, this was not the kind she desired. Which was why she was holed up in the school library, one hand turning the pages of her history textbook, the other gripping a pen tightly.

Sure, some people (like a certain blonde sometimes-bestie of hers) could just waltz around their life with little to no cares, but Minerva wanted to get into Harvard. And for that, she needed her grades to be as impeccable as her hair. Better, even.

“Are you using that highlighter?” The question — ok no it wasn’t really a question but she was Queen M for a reason — was directed at the only other occupant of the table, spoken quietly. If she hadn’t left hers at home (something she entirely blamed on her maid), she wouldn’t need this, but as this was her situation, such was life. Might as well ask Sherry Blendy, who was, at the very least, tolerable.

(Ok, she dressed nicely and didn’t try to usurp her role as Queen. Minerva approved of that combination.)

           When Sherry Blendy, orphaned heiress to her family’s wealth and automobile manufacture, had arrived in the library, she had carefully avoided the crowd of those who attended the same physics class she did. Instead of sitting down with them and swapping notes, she had swept right past them to find another spot, somewhere where less people were inclined to ask her whether they could catch a glimpse at her perfect notes. Sitting down at the same table as Minerva Orland had seemed like a good idea; hardly anyone would bother her there.

           And she would get to revise for her test without anyone bothering her. Not that it was really necessary; physics was her best subject and she was pretty sure that no matter what the teacher would throw her way in the exam, she would ace it. However, preparation was IMPORTANT.

           ❛ If you want green, sure, take that one, but I have other colours, too, ❜ Sherry answered absentmindedly as she reached for her notepad, scribbling down another line. She preferred to keep the highlights in her books and notes neatly, liked it when they followed a patter — but not everyone was her focused on that as she was.  ❛ So if you want pink or purple, just say the word. ❜

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    “ can i be like your SALTY godmother FAIRY ? ”

just your neighbourhood salt squad written by ~           jana, lati, sarah, bella, and jackie.

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marina & the diamonds “electra heart”

BUBBLEGUM BITCH

“i don’t care if you think i’m dumb; i don’t care at all.”

“i’m the girl you’d die for.”

“life made me some lemons so i made some lemonade.”

“welcome to the life of ____”

“i think you’re gonna be my biggest fan.”

PRIMADONNA

“all i ever wanted was the world.”

“you say i’m kinda difficult, but it’s always someone else’s fault.”

“you can count on me to misbehave.”

“would you do anything for me?”

“get what i want because i ask for it, not because i’m really that deserving of it.”

“i know i’ve got a big ego, i really don’t know why it’s such a big deal, though.”

LIES

“you’re never gonna love me, so what’s the use?”

“you’re a coward to the end.”

“why don’t we just pretend?”

HOMEWRECKER

“i’m after a brand new start.”

“i don’t belong to anyone.”

“i guess you could say my life’s a mess.”

“deep down, all you want is love.”

STARRING ROLE

“the only time you open up is when we get undressed.”

“you don’t love me; not a big deal.”

“sometimes i ignore you so i feel in control.”

“i’ll never set you free.”

THE STATE OF DREAMING

“i live my life inside a dream.”

“all i really want is to be wonderful.”

“if you only knew, my dear, how i live my life in fear.”

POWER AND CONTROL

“you may be good looking but you’re not a piece of art.”

“a human vulnerability doesn’t mean that i am weak.”

“you can’t have peace without a war.”

LIVING DEAD

“everyday i feel the same.”

“was it really worth it?”

“did i really deserve it?”

“i’m only alive when i pretend that i have died.”

“i haven’t lived my life.”

TEEN IDLE

“i wish i hadn’t been so clean.”

“the day has come where i have died only to find i’ve come alive.”

“i wanna drink until i ache.”

VALLEY OF THE DOLLS

“i’m living with identities that do not belong to me.”

“now i’m ready for the last hurrah.”

HYPOCRATES

“i’m sick and tired of all your preaching.”

“who are you to tell me who to be?”

“you tell me one thing and do another.”

FEAR AND LOATHING

“i live my life with bitterness and fill my heart with emptiness.”

“there is no crime in being kind.”

“not everyone is out to screw you over. maybe they just want to get to know you.”

“you don’t have to live your life in fear.”

“i’m done with trying to have it all and ending up with not much at all.”