CATCH ME IF YOU CAN.

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wehrmxcht

          ❝ FINE, fine…❞ he responds quickly, looking back from where they’d ran, listening intently for voices or footfall over his own deep breaths. He wasn’t expecting an SS patrol, let alone one of that size, to cross their path, but something told him they weren’t out of the woods yet, quite the contrary, they’d run so deep into them they may be lost ❝ Come on, catch your breath and we’ll keep moving. You good ? ❞

      She must have scoured her left foot on something sharp — but even if the pain feels like a burning wound, the rush leads her to ignore it.  ❝ I’m good — but where to? ❞  Luck laid upon them allows to see, with what little is left of the sun, starting to rest, even if not clearly enough, their surroundings; none of it is familiar to her. Her wariness doesn’t detect any outstanding bedlam-like noise, which might be the only positive aspect of the turbulent situation.  ❝ We could hide somewhere. There must be a shelter of some kind around. ❞

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Tomorrow i have a party for the 100 days before the finals for highschool and I’ll be out all day and night, plus on saturday I’ll go around with my sis and grandma to a second hand book market and on sunday I’ll take my american uncle around the city I live in. So no drafts until monday!

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kyrieleisson

♞ ❛ — @furorcm

         HE EMERGES, preserving molten interior beneath rippling black plates of rock. War is not a stranger to stares and gawks, in fact, he revels in them. The attention, and the fear. He treads closer, boring into the eyes of the mortal woman.  

            BLOOD   stains her vestments and drips from the sharp blade of her knife; upon the ground in which the soldier has defeated the enemy lingers a mist  (  was it all just in her head?  )  from which emerges a figure so unnatural it’s capable of blinding even the most rational of men;   WRATH   is what’s leading her body — it monitors her thoughts and movements — and numbs whatever self control might be left in her. But as the sight turns clearer, a   STALLION   is what stands before her — the ground below him burning — and her arms and legs   FREEZE,   as the grip on her weapon tightens. She speaks — but her voice is tempested by fatigue and   RAGE   — to the point it seems to belong to someone else.  ❝ Leave me alone. ❞

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tagged by @wcrdcddy rules: tag some people you want to get to know better

relationship status: Single lipstick or chapstick: None ?? Let my lips die last song I listened to: Volcano — Woodkid last movie I watched: Uhhhh The Truman Show, I think? top three characters: Elliot Alderson ( Mr. Robot ), Winston Smith ( 1984 ), Bane ( Batman ) top three ships: Elliot & Morphine, & idk to be honest

tagging:  @notjustpainandangcr, @kunstundkrieg, @quietresistence, @wehrmxcht

[kyrieleisson]

                                                  𝙼𝙴𝙰 𝙲𝚄𝙻𝙿𝙰                                        𝙼𝙴𝙰  𝙼𝙰𝚇𝙸𝙼𝙰  𝙲𝚄𝙻𝙿𝙰                                             𝙺𝚈𝚁𝙸𝙴 𝙴𝙻𝙴𝙸𝚂𝙾𝙽

                                                               IND. SEL. PRIV.                                       Four Horses of the Apocalypse from Biblical lore

[neutroisenjolras-moved-deactiva]

if you ever try to befriend me and you expect to be in frequent contact with me i am so sorry. i do that with maybe two people and even then i often go days or weeks withouts saying anything before talking daily for a while. 

the point is if we dont talk that doesnt mean i dont like u and think about u a lot im just terrible at maintaining close relationships

[requiem-on-water]

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YOU DON’T NEED OTHERS APPROVAL TO ENJOY YOURSELF ON RP —  a rp guide.

YOUR WEAKNESSES DO NOT DEFINE YOU AS A WHOLE. if you’ve made mistakes or had rough times it does not make you any less of a roleplayer than anyone else on this site. it’s important to remember that you’re human and things are going to happen. if anyone uses those things against you then they are not worth your time.

TOXIC AND CRUEL PEOPLE WILL ALWAYS EXIST IN RP. just like the world their will always be people we are not going to get along with and who will dislike us even if they have no reason to. don’t allow others judgments to get in your way of a healthy roleplay life. remember that those who mind don’t matter. be on roleplay for the benefit and pleasure for yourself and not for other people.

IT’S OKAY TO TAKE YOUR TIME. you’re allowed to have off days, lazy days and those days where you want to avoid the internet altogether. roleplay does not have a ticking clock so neither should you. don’t have to take pressure from anyone nor feel guilt for roleplaying at your own pace.  

BE PROUD OF YOUR CHARACTER. wear your character with pride even if you feel like you’re nothing. just remember that you’re here on roleplay for a reason and you are something. nothing wrong with improvement! nothing wrong with changing your plot and look on a daily basis! this is what character development is. don’t be afraid to step out of the box!

KNOW YOUR WORTH. know that you’re a human being at the end of the day. you don’t have to take any shit from anyone if it makes you feel unsafe. you have the right to be unapologetic and not take shit from people. no one defines your worth, but yourself.

LOOK FOR THE POSITIVES. be thankful of roleplay partners who have been there for you and focus on the support rather than those who are unkind.

THEY’RE SEVEN BILLION PEOPLE IN THE WORLD SO WHY LET A SMALL FEW DEFINE YOU?

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♪

SONGS & MUSES      |      ACCEPTING

what song reminds me of my muse?

             Sophia, you know very well that Miriam’s n.1 jam is ZOMBIE by THE CRANBERRIES, and it will always be. Whenever I listen to it I just think of her and how cruel I am with her.

[memedelene]

MUSIC MEME; 

Send “♪” for a song that reminds me of my muse.  Send “♪ reverse” for a song that reminds me of your muse. Send “♫” for a song that reminds me of our muses relationship. 

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#LeaveMiriamAlone2k17

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sadistskiy

“Well, it would explain lots of things now, wouldn’t it?  I would be really surprised to hear what your husband thinks of it, but perhaps you’re one of those fags who just look for a quick fuck when it gets dark uh?”

       As it becomes clearer that his intentions might truly be what she fears, the Jew can only prepare herself for the worst — such as having to run away, no matter how risky that can be. Timing is what she needs to keep an eye on.  ❝ Are you planning to do this all night or get straight to the point? ❞

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koniglich

            FLINCHING backwards at the first bullet, Johan stops for a brief second to look down at his uniform, a clean hole in the flat of his shoulder, seeping blood. What a shame… he’d liked the tailoring of this one. The second powers into the fleshy softness where the sternum ended, a shot that would have killed any mortal almost instantly, but this time he dosn’t look down, and keeps walking, eyes fixated and cold. 

          The third scrapes his neck, whizzing past and cutting into the carotid artery, quickly gushing blood from the ghastly wound that would, again, have instantly killed any mortal. Was it painful ? Indeed. What kind of creature would he be if pain were a facet lost on him ? But it would take more than three bullets to stop any advance. Any further shots were panicked and missed their target, his attacker quickly realizing their futile efforts. 

         In moments he’s upon her, large, imposing, looming with a stoic expression and cold lifeless tone ❝ That was rather unkind of you… ❞

      That’s not a human being, that’s her first thought. Her second shot should have killed him instantly — even the first one should have inflicted some sort of pain, at the very least, and perhaps put him down momentarily in order for the partisan to step closer and finish her job; but each hit has no effect on him. What in the world was capable of enduring that torture with terrifying indifference? And what creature had the ability to SURVIVE that?

       It has to be a nightmare, that’s her second thought. However, as he’s merely INCHES away from her, he doesn’t feel unreal at all; the blacklight defines a tall and built silhouette capable of freezing at once even the bravest of rebels — and Miriam, far shorter than the CREATURE, is no exception.

      It’s as if her heart, banging that violently on her ribs, has its own mind and will to flee from that intense situation; her whole body might just shred in a million pieces before he gets a chance to do so himself.

      Her third thought is too chaotic; one can barely hear a word from the SCREAMS inside her head. But they manage to transform all together in one single sentence, stuttered and trembling.

                  ❝  –—--- - What are you?  ❞

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      Miriam has never been fond of art or religion; as she grew up, SCIENCE was the subject that fascinated her the most — it was more down to Earth and practical. She does, however, enjoy reading books from time to time, yet they’re mostly historical, philosophical or political ones. POLITICS, too, interested her at a very young age — her father being a lawyer certainly did influence her. At fifteen years old, Moszek prompted her to read as much as she could, so she could have her own opinion, and believed that his daughter oughted to be independent, both economically and culturally. The greatest joy of his life was seeing his daughter graduating from university to become later on a DOCTOR, even if her career lasted shortly, due to the anti-semitism laws enforced in Germany in 1933, after the rise of Hitler to power.

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you're like a classy butch

      DAMN RIGHT I AM

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sadistskiy

“You didn’t even answer my question…” He then decided to take a good look at her before speaking again, now with a sweeter tone. “Oh honey, don’t worry, your son is never going to see you again if you don’t play by my rules, And my rules are really simple, you answer my questions and I will let you go.”

     Pleading mercy appears as a useless tactic to negotiate with the officer. Might as well drop the act. Mixed with fear, there’s now anger taking place in her glare. Who knows what else he’ll be demanding.  ❝ I’m not a WHORE, Herr, if that’s what you mean. ❞  She murmurs; her voice sounds as toxic as a hemlock sip.

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sadistskiy

“Work uh? What kind of accident? “ He asks with a grin while walking closer to the woman.  “You dirty little girl, you probably were sucking some SS officer off and now you’re afraid to tell me, isn’t that so?” 

       As he gets closer, the Jew can’t do anything but take a step back. Little girl? She's way older than that. Yet, naturally, she can’t say that to someone in the SS, however VULGARLY they speak. Her voice trembles, as she begs to be left alone.  ❝ I can’t waste my time. Please let me head back, my son is waiting for me. ❞