[madeliar]

        so   ,   i   can’t   log   off   this   blog   until   i   get   to   say   goodbye.   because   i   think   that   goodbyes   are   always   important   for   closure.   jordan   was   an   amazing   writer   because   because   she   built   worlds   with   words,   &   that’s   something   that   is   so   beautiful.   the   characters   that   she   wrote   were   always   in   depth   &   well   thought   out.   when   we   wrote   together,   she   was   an   amazing   roleplay   partner.   every   potential   interaction   was   exciting   to   her,   &   you   could   tell.   she   loved   the   worlds   we   made,   &   it   made   roleplaying   with   her   fun   &   open.   not   to   mention,   that   while   i   took   my   long   breaks   from   tumblr,   jordan   would   always   welcome   me   back   like   i   had   never   left.   it   was   amazing,   &   i’ll   never   forget   it.   my   characterization   of   hanna   feels   like   it   has   been   ripped   to   shreds.   i   feel   like   i   lost   something   important,   that   i   will   never,   ever   get   back.   i   can   only   look   back   on   our   writings   together   as   a   finished   book.   something   that’s   just…   still.   no   longer   changing   &   evolving,   &   that’s   sad.

       if   you   are   also   affected   by   the   lost   of   jordan,   i   encourage   you   to   reblog   this   &/or   add   your   experience   of   jordan.   it   is   perfectly   fine   that   we   miss   her:   we   are   the   roleplay   COMMUNITY,   after   all.   to   me,   it’s   like   losing   an   old   friend   that’s   been   around   for   the   longest   time.   missing   jordan   is   valid.   let   yourself   feel   that   pain,   &   don’t   let   anyone   tell   you   that   it   hurts   any   less   because   she   was   an   “just   an   internet   friend.”   she   was   so   much   more   to   many   of   us.

        GOFUNDME   FOR   JORDAN’S   FUNERAL   EXPENSES  .

[fuzzzydices]

       on   the   walls   of   my   home,   there   are   signs   that   i'm   alone.   i   keep   on   every   light    …    talk   to   my   dog,   he   don't   mind.   /   independent   original   character,   as   created   &   loved   by   eevee.   psd.

[madeliar]

do you know what happened to jordan/viciousheart? someone is sending messages on their profile that the user passed away but the user has appeared active on discord these past few days

it very well be her mother, who i know has access to the account. however, yes, jordan has passed away. i did not ask her mother what happened, as her mother was already probably living a nightmare, but i have heard from other friends of jordan that it might have been complications from diabetes.

sorry if this has been sitting for a moment, i’ve been distancing myself from hanna’s blog to cope with the loss of jordan because... well because jordan really loved my hanna & we were always writing together on here. to the other anon who asked pretty much the same question, i hope this answers it for you.

thank you to all who continue to share jordan’s story and gofundme link. i appreciate it more than you can imagine. again, if you need direct access to me, please shoot me a request on my discord: 

[fuzzzydices]

       on   the   walls   of   my   home,   there   are   signs   that   i'm   alone.   i   keep   on   every   light    …    talk   to   my   dog,   he   don't   mind.   /   independent   original   character,   as   created   &   loved   by   eevee.   psd.

[madeliar]

oh   wait   before   i   go  ,   find   me   over   @fuzzzydices   .

[madeliar]

        so   ,   i   can't   log   off   this   blog   until   i   get   to   say   goodbye.   because   i   think   that   goodbyes   are   always   important   for   closure.   jordan   was   an   amazing   writer   because   because   she   built   worlds   with   words,   &   that's   something   that   is   so   beautiful.   the   characters   that   she   wrote   were   always   in   depth   &   well   thought   out.   when   we   wrote   together,   she   was   an   amazing   roleplay   partner.   every   potential   interaction   was   exciting   to   her,   &   you   could   tell.   she   loved   the   worlds   we   made,   &   it   made   roleplaying   with   her   fun   &   open.   not   to   mention,   that   while   i   took   my   long   breaks   from   tumblr,   jordan   would   always   welcome   me   back   like   i   had   never   left.   it   was   amazing,   &   i'll   never   forget   it.   my   characterization   of   hanna   feels   like   it   has   been   ripped   to   shreds.   i   feel   like   i   lost   something   important,   that   i   will   never,   ever   get   back.   i   can   only   look   back   on   our   writings   together   as   a   finished   book.   something   that's   just...   still.   no   longer   changing   &   evolving,   &   that's   sad.

       if   you   are   also   affected   by   the   lost   of   jordan,   i   encourage   you   to   reblog   this   &/or   add   your   experience   of   jordan.   it   is   perfectly   fine   that   we   miss   her:   we   are   the   roleplay   COMMUNITY,   after   all.   to   me,   it's   like   losing   an   old   friend   that's   been   around   for   the   longest   time.   missing   jordan   is   valid.   let   yourself   feel   that   pain,   &   don't   let   anyone   tell   you   that   it   hurts   any   less   because   she   was   an   "just   an   internet   friend."   she   was   so   much   more   to   many   of   us.

        GOFUNDME   FOR   JORDAN’S   FUNERAL   EXPENSES  .

[univurs]

It is with such an enormously heavy heart that I have learned that @viciousheart, Jordan, who had an incredible heart and love of animals and thrived in the creation of the worlds of her characters passed away last month.

[madeliar]

so i’m not going to lie: jordan’s death is affecting me pretty heavily, especially on hanna’s blog, because jordan was one of my closest partners on this blog, and someone that i looked forward to writing with. so i think for the time being, i’m gonna take a break from this blog & move hanna to discord only. i will still be active on my two other blogs: @fuzzzydices & @shefenice.

my discord is: queen hanna marin#9962 if you want to add me to write with hanna. also when i come back, i doubt it will be to this blog, i will probably revamp. 

[madeliar]

RPC !!! PLEASE READ !!! IMPORTANT !! ( TW: DEATH ) 

i am so unbelievably hurt to share with you all that we’ve lost someone in the rpc. jordan, who wrote @viciousheart​, @flamereigns​, & many others, has passed away. her mother contacted me via jordan’s discord to let me know. i asked her mother if there was anything i can do to help, & she asked me to share the link to the gofundme page they’ve made for jordan. as most of you know, jordan had recently lost her father. her mother now has two funeral expenses to pay for. please, please, PLEASE consider donating to the gofund me HERE. if you cannot donate, please share this.

i am thinking of making a rest in peace post where rpers alike can memoralize jordan, & i was thinking of sending her that post. if you would reply to this post with a heart if you’d be interested if i did that.

GOFUNDME LINK ONE MORE TIME.

SIGNAL BOOST. SIGNAL BOOST. SIGNAL BOOST.

[jeanicons]

       so…   due   to   my   job   being   so   delayed   due   to   covid-19   (   return   dates   keep   getting   pushed   back,   i   literally   didn’t   get   to   go   back   to   work   until   tomorrow   )   i   am   going   to   be   offering   base   icons   for   super   cheap   in   order   to   make   a   few   bucks.   i   don’t   know   how   to   make   my   own   psds,   so   all   i   can   offer   at   the   moment   is   base   icons   unfortunately.   if   you   are   interested,   you   are   more   than   welcome   to   IM   me   for   more   details!  

      𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖈𝖊𝖘

50   icons   ,   $1   USD

100   icons   ,   $2   USD

150   icons   ,   $3   USD

200   icons   ,   $4   USD      

[sagamemes]

spots to kiss.   since y’all like kissing prompts—and who wouldn’t, honestly–so have a collection of places to press your lips to. many of these work perfectly fine for platonic or familiar affection while some are a bit steamier, though what counts as what is of course naturally dependent on the muses and the context. send ‘ SPOTS TO KISS + [number] ’ to kiss my muse there, or with # for dealer’s choice. context and description allowed and encouraged. feel free to use the last option  ( 57 )  to give the kiss on any fantasy or scifi body parts not listed here.

a kiss on the top of the head.

a kiss to hair.

a kiss on the forehead.

a kiss on the space between eyebrows.

a kiss on the temple.

a kiss on the cheek.

a kiss on the eyelid or the undereye.

a kiss on the nose

a kiss on the ear.

a kiss on that space where jaw connects.

a kiss on the corner of the mouth.

a kiss on the cupid’s bow.

a kiss on the lips.

a kiss on the chin.

a kiss on the jawline.

a kiss on the back of the neck.

a kiss on the underside of the jaw.

a kiss on the throat.

a kiss on the side of the neck.

a kiss on where the back of the neck turns to shoulder.

a kiss above the collarbone.

a kiss along the collarbone.

a kiss on the space between collarbones.

a kiss on the shoulder.

a kiss on the bicep.

a kiss on the forearm.

a kiss on the elbow.

a kiss on the outside of the wrist.

a kiss on the inside of the wrist.

a kiss on the back of the hand.

a kiss on the palm.

a kiss on a finger.  ( which one? )

a kiss on the side of the ribs.

a kiss on the shoulder blade.

a kiss on the space between shoulder blades.

a kiss along the curve of the spine.

a kiss on the upper back.

a kiss on the lower back.

a kiss on the sternum.

a kiss on a pec / breast.

a kiss under the breast.

a kiss on where the sternum ends.

a kiss on the stomach.

a kiss on the navel.

a kiss on the hipbone.

a kiss on the ‘v’.

a kiss on the front of the thigh.

a kiss on the back of the thigh.

a kiss on the inner thigh.

a kiss on the knee.

a kiss on the calf.

a kiss on the ankle.

a kiss on the heel.

a kiss on the foot.

a kiss on a toe.

a kiss on an nsfw body part not listed here.  ( where? )

a kiss on a sfw body part not listed here.  ( where? )

[madeliar]

all i need is five likes and i’ll make an oc blog

[shefenice]

          eyes   closed   ;   another   way   to   make   it   to   ten.   oh,   how   to   draw   the   line   between   wrath   and   mercy   ?   /   independent   &   selective   comics   based   jean   grey   .   as   loved   by   eevee  .   psd  .

[madeliar]

tobeblamed·:

    he thinks he knows the answer    —   until he realizes he doesn’t .  hanna seems to have already framed and hung up the picture-perfect idea of them on the wall , and he’s wary of it .  he doesn’t trust it  —    doesn’t trust himself with it , not to tarnish it .  eyes avert downward in shame , as his response will prove to be underwhelming .      ‘  i don’t  —   ’       he clears his throat as he finds the courage to verbalize his thoughts .  he looks up when he speaks  ;  he wants his thoughts to be as  clear to her as he can make them .      ‘  i don’t wanna hurt you , hanna .  and i feel like i’d be doing exactly that …  if i stayed . ’       he swallows roughly , as he voices his fears out loud and thus , materializing them in the process ,   ‘  ‘cause that’s what i do … every time i come back to you …  ’      sorrow reflects upon emerald eyes as he almost  pleads .       ‘  tell me i’m wrong .  ’ 

      ❝   listen   to   me,   dean.   before   i   risk   sounding   like   a   sappy   rom-com,   i   just   want   you   to   know   that   it's   worth   it.   just   the   fact   that   you   come   back.   ---   because   i   love   you,   ❞   hanna   says,   tears   gathering   in   her   eyes.   she   doesn't   let   them   fall,   she   simply   just   looks   up,   blinking   quickly.   once   she   looks   down,   a   couple   fall,   but   her   blue   eyes   are   resolute.   ❝   &   most   of   what   makes   it   hard   is   that   fact   that   you're   so   quick   to   assume   that   every   bad   thing   that   happens   has   to   be   something   you   have   to   carry.   god,   just   let   yourself   have   something!    ❞

[madeliar]

tobeblamed·:

         ‘     —    …   ’        he falls silent as she confronts him with such a difficult question .  he wants to explain without answering , but he knows it’s not something that she wants to hear .  she wants a simple answer to a not - so - simple yes / no question .  but he doesn’t give her that .  he can’t tell her , because even when he knows what the truth is , it’s not what matters at the end .  what dean wants is not always correlated to what dean has to do .   and , so , he remains quiet , as somber eyes stare back without anything to offer , for he feels utterly defeated .

          ❝   i'm   literally   just   asking   you   to   let   me   be   someone   you   get   to   come   home   to   at   the   end   of   the   day.   i'm   not   asking   for   you   to   make   me   hunter   or   something   i'm   not   because...   let's   be   real,   i'm   not   that.   but   ---   tell   me   we   don't   have   a   connection,   dean,   &   i'll   drop   it.   but   if   you   know,   like   i   do,   that   we   do,   then   you   should   at   least   think   about   it,   ❞   hanna   says,   conviction   growing   in   her   voice.   her   voice   cracks   slightly   once,   but   she   regains   her   composure   towards   the   end.   when   she's   finished,   arms   cross   over   her   chest,   &   she   tries   to   remain   solid.   ❝   can   you   please   just   say   something?   ❞

[cultivatedmemes]

Winter Shippy Starters

Send in a number or send ☃️ for a random one, and “+ Reverse” for the other way around

Your muse warms their freezing hands with mine’s breath

My muse takes yours to the hospital after they slipped

Sharing a blanket in a cold house

My muse invites yours to a winter’s dance

Holding hands and ice skating

Your muse sticks snow in mine’s coat

Making snow angels so the wings touch 

Your muse surprises mine with a snowball fight

My muse catches yours when they slipped on ice

Catching snowflakes on their tongues

Your muse presses their freezing hands/feet on mine

Couples ski/snowboard/snowshoe trip

My muse notices yours staring at the aurora on a clear night

They get snowed in together and the power goes out

My muse pulls yours out of a freezing lake

Making snowmen together

Your muse sabotages mine in a gingerbread house construction contest

My muse surprises yours with a special present

Making s’mores inside

The car broke down and we’re stuck in the snow waiting for a tow

My muse makes hot chocolate for yours

Your muse rescues mine from the cold 

Sledding together

Its snowing and my muse has forgotten their jacket

Our muses go on a tour of the best lights in the city

They must huddle together…. for warmth

My muse has never seen snow before so yours is introducing them to the wonder… or the hideousness.

Our muses cuddle up by the fire while a blizzard rages outside

My muse knit yours a sweater

Our muses spend New Years eve together

Fake dating at a holiday party

Your muse finds mine taking a walk through a frozen garden to escape the party inside

Free square, recipients choice!

[daddystrangetm]

𝑡𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑤𝑖𝑓𝑡: 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒

The following is a collection of lyric sentence starters from Taylor Swift’s ninth studio album evermore. May contain mature subject matter.

WILLOW

I’m rough on the surface, but you cut through like a knife

If it was an open-shut case I never would have known from the look on your face 

Lost in your current like a priceless wine 

The more that you say, the less I know 

Wherever you stray, I follow 

I’m begging for you to take my hand 

I’m begging for you

I can feel you sneakin’ in 

There was one prize I’d cheat to win 

They count me out time and time again 

Anywhere else is hollow

That’s my man 

I come back stronger than a ‘90s trend 

Wait for the signal, and I’ll meet you after dark 

I’ll meet you after dark 

Show me the places where the others gave you scars 

This is an open-shut case 

I should'a known from the look on your face 

Hey, that’s my man 

Yeah, that’s my man

CHAMPAGNE PROBLEMS

You booked the night train for a reason

Your heart was glass, I dropped it 

You told your family for a reason 

You dropped my hand while dancing, left me out there standing 

Love slipped beyond your reaches and I couldn’t give a reason 

This dorm was once a madhouse

Well, it’s made for me 

Soon they’ll have the nerve to deck the halls that we once walked through 

I never was ready so I watch you go 

She would’ve made such a lovely bride, what a shame she’s fucked in the head

Sometimes you just don’t know the answer til someone’s on their knees and asks you 

You won’t remember all my champagne problems

GOLD RUSH

I don’t like a gold rush

I don’t like that anyone would die to feel your touch 

Everybody wants you 

Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you 

What must it be like to grow up that beautiful? 

I can’t dare to dream about you anymore 

My mind turns your life into folklore 

I won’t call you out on your contrarian shit 

‘TIS THE DAMN SEASON

If I wanted to know who you were hanging with while I was gone, I would have asked you

There’s an ache in you, put there by the ache in me 

But if it’s all the same to you it’s the same to me 

You could call me “babe” for the weekend 

We could call it even 

Remember how you watched me leave

You can run, but only so far 

And the road not taken looks real good now 

Hear me out, we could just ride around 

The road not taken looks real good now and it always leads to you in my hometown 

I won’t ask you to wait if you don’t ask me to stay 

I wonder about the only soul who can tell which smiles I’m fakin' 

The heart I know I’m breakin’ is my own

Even though I’m leavin’ and I’ll be yours for the weekend 

​'Tis the damn season

TOLERATE IT

I notice everything you do or don’t do

You’re so much older and wiser 

If it’s all in my head tell me now 

Tell me I’ve got it wrong somehow 

I know my love should be celebrated but you tolerate it 

I take your indiscretions all in good fun 

I made you my temple, my mural, my sky - now I’m begging for footnotes in the story of your life 

I’m begging for footnotes in the story of your life 

You assume I’m fine, but what would you do if I break free and leave us in ruins?

Believe me, I could do it 

NO BODY, NO CRIME

He did it

Her husband’s actin’ different, and it smells like infidelity 

That ain’t my merlot on his mouth. That ain’t my jewelry on our joint account 

I think I’m gonna call him out 

No, there ain’t no doubt 

I think he did it, but I just can’t prove it 

No body, no crime

I ain’t lettin’ up until the day I die 

Good thing my daddy made me get a boating license when I was fifteen 

I’ve cleaned enough houses to know how to cover up a scene 

She was with me, dude 

They think she did it, but they just can’t prove it 

Good thing his mistress took out a big life insurance policy 

I wasn’t lettin’ up until the day he died 

HAPPINESS

I see this for what it is

All the years I’ve given is just shit we’re dividin’ up 

I can’t face reinvention 

There’ll be happiness after you 

There was happiness because of you 

Haunted by the look in my eyes that would’ve loved you for a lifetime 

Tell me, when did your winning smile begin to look like a smirk? 

I hope she’ll be your beautiful fool, who takes my spot next to you 

No, I didn’t mean that 

Sorry, I can’t see facts through all of my fury

You haven’t met the new me yet 

There’ll be happiness after me

There was happiness because of me 

I can’t make it go away by making you a villain 

I pulled your body into mine every goddamn night, now I get fake niceties 

No one teaches you what to do when a good man hurts you and you know you hurt him, too

All you want from me now is the green light of forgiveness 

After giving you the best I had, tell me what to give after that?

All you want from me now is the green light of forgiveness. You haven’t met the new me yet and I think she’ll give you that

DOROTHEA

Do you ever stop and think about me?

A tiny screen’s the only place I see you now

I got nothing but well-wishes for ya

This place is the same as it ever was but you don’t like it that way 

It’s never too late to come back to my side 

You'rе a queen sellin’ dreams, sellin’ makeup and magazines 

From you I’d buy anything 

But are you still the same soul I met under the bleachers? 

I guess I’ll never know 

If you’re ever tired of being known for who you know, you’ll always know me.

CONEY ISLAND

If I can’t relate to you anymore then who am I related to?

And if this is the long haul how’d we get here so soon? 

Did I close my fist around something delicate?

Did I shatter you? 

Sorry for not making you my centerfold 

What’s a lifetime of achievement if I pushed you to the edge but you were too polite to leave me?

Do you miss the rogue who coaxed you into paradise and left you there?

Will you forgive my soul when you’re too wise to trust me and too old to care? 

We were like the mall before the internet 

Were you waiting at our old spot: in the tree line by the gold clock?

Did I leave you hanging every single day? 

When I got into the accident the sight that flashed before me was your face 

IVY

Your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand

I just sit here and wait, grieving for the living 

My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand 

My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand taking mine, but it’s been promised to another 

Stop you putting roots in my dreamland 

I wish to know the fatal flaw that makes you long to be magnificently cursed 

Your opal eyes are all I wish to see 

I’d live and die for moments that we stole 

What would he do if he found us out? 

Dare to sit and watch what we’ll become 

It’s a goddamn blaze in the dark and you started it 

It’s the goddamn fight of my life and you started it

COWBOY LIKE ME

Dancin’ is a dangerous game

I’m never gonna love again 

I’ve got some tricks up my sleeve 

Takes one to know one 

Never wanted love, just a fancy car 

You’re a cowboy like me 

I’m telling all the rich folks anything they wanna hear 

You’re a bandit like me 

Never thought I’d meet you here 

We could be the way forward and I know I’ll pay for it 

The skeletons in both our closets plotted hard to fuck this up

The old men that I’ve swindled really did believe I was the one 

Now you hang from my lips like the Gardens of Babylon 

Forever is the sweetest con

LONG STORY SHORT

I tried to pick my battles ‘til the battle picked me

I was in the alley, surrounded on all sides 

Long story short, it was a bad time 

If the shoe fits, walk in it 'til your high heels break 

I clung to the nearest lips and long story short, it was the wrong guy 

Now I’m all about you 

Actually, I always felt I must look better in the rear view - missing me.

If someone comes at us, this time, I’m ready 

No more keepin’ score, now I just keep you warm 

Past me, I wanna tell you not to get lost in these petty things 

Your nemeses will defeat themselves before you get the chance to swing 

He feels like home 

Long story short, I survived

MARJORIE

Never be so kind you forget to be clever

Never be so clever you forget to be kind

If I didn’t know better I’d think you were talking to me now

If I didn’t know better I’d think you were still around 

You’re alive in my head 

What died didn’t stay dead 

You’re alive, so alive 

Never be so polite you forget your power

Nevеr wield such power you forget to be polite 

I should’ve asked you questions 

Should’ve kept every grocery store receipt cause every scrap of you would be taken from me 

I know better but you’re still around 

I still feel you all around

CLOSURE

It’s been a long time and seeing the shape of your name still spells out pain

Yes, I’m doing better

I don’t need your closure 

Yes, I got your letter 

Don’t treat me like some situation that needs to be handled 

I’m fine with my spite and my tears, and my beers and my candles 

I know I’m just a wrinkle in your new life 

Staying friends would iron it out so nice 

EVERMORE

Gray November, I’ve been down since July

I replay my footsteps on each stepping stone trying to find the one where I went wrong 

I couldn’t be sure

I had a feeling so peculiar that this pain would be for evermore 

Guess I’m feeling unmoored 

Can’t remember what I used to fight for 

Can’t not think of all the cost and the things that will be lost 

To be certain, we’ll be tall again 

Is there a line that I could just go cross? 

And when I was shipwrecked I thought of you 

It was real enough to get me through 

I dreamed of you 

I swear you were there 

I had a feeling so peculiar, this pain wouldn’t be for evermore