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honey, i’m a hurricane, rising unbidden from the sea. nothing will stand in the way of my iron will and deadly beauty. in my wake you will find destruction and fascination, at my core there is a wave of calm. you better fear me, boy–––’cause you’re about to find out why they name storms after me. bow down and stare in awe at my majesty. / stolen by nya.
hey there! could you like or reblog (reblogs spread the word!) if you’re interested in writing with a marie lu series multimuse? all the characters appear in both of marie lu’s trilogies: legend (a dystopic revolution story) and the young elites (a fantasy tale of backfiring superpowers and grey morals). if you like handsome thieves, ladies who can kill you with a smile, beautiful goddesses, and queens with slight (read: extreme) anger management issues, check me out and i’ll take a look at your blog too!
xoxo, nya.
nya. how about a fresh new starter call!
I DON’T WANT TO GET MARRIED ! I WANT TO STAY SINGLE & LET MY HAIR FLOW IN THE WIND AS I RIDE THROUGH THE GLEN - FIRING ARROWS INTO THE SUNSET !
A LEGEND RETOLD BY NYA. PROMO BY LEVI
Royal Families of the Wizarding World: House of Chang
The House of Chang is the current ruling royal family of China - also known as the Chang Empire. They are described by some as some of the fiercest and most determined individuals of the ancient wizarding era. Most are known for being charming and having the ability to inspire great loyalty. Their rulership is just and unforgiving, but effective and seek little personal glory. The House of Chang is highly praised for the contributions in the art of elemental magic.
also if you’re cool with pre-established relationships/dynamics where we skip all the awkwardness of starting to roleplay with someone new and jump straight to plotting a little and tagging each other in stuff hmu
reblog this if i can tumblr im you, just slamming a muse or plot idea down in front of you
this doesn’t mean that you have to accept or agree with the idea - i’m just a scared little turtle that would like to know if that’s something that you wouldn’t mind so much
nya. how about a fresh new starter call!
Vengeance is mine. I will repay.
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nya. how about a fresh new starter call!
she’s so busy staring at the ground that’s she’s forgotten about the stars. she’s a girl of tragedy, drowning in her own tears. she never thought herself good enough to deserve help, so she never notices the outstretched hands. she’s a flickering candle against the wind, never strong enough on her own–––and yet her cries are swallowed by the storm.
canon divergent cho chang. composed by nya.
and that was the thing about her , SHE KEPT ON SURVIVING . with bullet holes in her lungs , and knife marks itched in her back. she never let anything get in her way . . . RESILIENT , a fighter . . . NOT BY CHOICE , BUT A WARRIOR BY HEART.
PRETTY BOY, this world was not made for you . tell them how you were hungry , how you went night after grievous night starving & how you took your toys outside to play & ventured into the wolves den ( WATCH OUT, THEY BITE! ) . how you returned doused in your own gore : shameful & alone , kicking & screaming for the pain to cease . TELL THEM of how your innocence peaked . how you entered that ill - omened den a boy & returned a man . how the remedy of a loving mother’s kisses salvaged something of a rebuttal . they did not end the pain . tell them how YOU ONCE DID LOVE THE WORLD & how the world hollowed you out in return .
PRETTY BOY, they called you spencer . you are a mane of chocolate tresses , habitually falling into your equally brown oculars . you are a skeleton with an altitude of unusual standards : the sinewy brawn of none other . you’re the smell of fresh rain , the glisten of the sun in winter , fireworks & annealed steel . YOU’RE A NONPAREIL, A GUARDIAN . you were fated to be something prodigious , BREATH TAKING . it was evident the moment your mother took you into her arms for the first time . my little spencer . why did you let the wolves win , spencer ? why did you let them strip you of everything you stood for ? your skin , your flesh , your bones . why … you were destined for something great . you were destined for something great . you were destined for something great . YOU WERE DESTINED FOR SOMETHING ————————
selective blog for spencer monroe of amc’s the walking dead . penned by harmony since the 7 . 12 . 15 .
❛ o––oh, oliver. i––i wasn’t expecting to see you... ❜ nervous hands flattened already pin-straight locks, dark eyes glancing at the ground. ❛ i, uh––––how are you? ❜ / ( starter for @keeperisk )
HARRY.
he’s not paying much attention to where he’s going, head throbbing with a pain that has been so consistent lately that it has become part of his daily routine to nurse it. escape seems not only impossible but irrational, and yet he can’t find the strength to put up a front for hermione or ron much now. what he needs is peace. that is not what he receives when he turns a corner into the courtyard. instead, he is met with something solid. he stumbles back several steps before righting himself, focusing his gaze so as to find a most familiar face before him. he isn’t quite sure peace lives anywhere near here. “ oh, er, sorry, i - well, i wasn’t - watching… uh, are you alright? ”
she stared at the ground, shoulders hunched as she walked––––doing her best to disappear into the crowds. a sharp gasp flies from plush lips as she fails to dart away from shined shoes, round features glancing up to meet bright emerald eyes. ❛ ah–––ah....yes, i–i’m alright. sorry. ❜ she debates scurrying from the scene––––surely harry wouldn’t want to spend any more time around her than necessary. still, she pauses––––concern crossing maternal features. ❛ merlin, harry––––you look terrible. i–––i don’t....of course you look the same as always i mean...just...a-are you feeling okay? n-no...that’s a stupid question, i’m sorry...i’ll just––––i’ll just go, i’m sorry for bothering you. ❜
MARY.
all mary wanted was a DISTRACTION for her friend. the fifth year thought perhaps a amicable rivalry between gryffindor and hufflpuff resolved on the quidditch field might let cho get some of her frustrations out. the grimace didn’t go unnoticed. mary knew that attempt at a smile. she had often wore the same mask when talking to others here. ❛ yeah, against hufflepuff. i mean, COME ON! you totally CAN’T miss that, right?? if you’re not feeling up to it, i get it. but oliver thinks we really have a chance against them & he says i’ve improved a lot and…..i’d really love YOUR SUPPORT. or if you want, we could go to hogsmeade after? just meet me outside the field after the game? ❜
wobbly smile took root on cherubic features, rose petal lips quivering at the corners. ❛ that...that sounds nice, mary. of course i’ll join you. ❜ she knew she had to force herself from the oppressive comfort of her curtained bed, to put on a brave face and enter the world. ❛ a-and i’ll be at the game too, of course. i wouldn’t miss it. ❜ was she repeating herself? the world felt hollow, like she was staring at it from a distance, through a long tunnel. ❛ s-sorry...i’m a bit...dizzy... ❜
