she who marches on.

indie amber.

[mctallics-blog]

                                                                               guide to the underworld.

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this blog has nearly 300 followers, but idk what you’re doing following a ghost blog -- i’m mostly on mercury now

[maiidened-blog]

-- she who became.      amber, as an only child, did not foresee a life of WAR. that life belonged to a friend -- a girl, of dark hair and sky blue eyes, who seemed to stand for amber when bullies ensued. she who loved animals did not love this life of war, but the girl bearing dark locks gazed ‘pon the stars and WISHED she would become one who stood for something. and so she did ; gwilym, as her name beared, had reached her last year of studying at haven. home, she realized, was a place she needed, and a place she decided was best to share her heart with the girl with gilded hues.       that is, until gwilym was attacked. adversaries who she easily overcame, though her limp and the blood pouring into her azure eyes and obscuring her pale features as she stood before amber told otherwise. ‘ OH, AMBER, SWEET AMBER -- A LIFE BEFORE YOU IS A GREAT ONE INDEED, BUT DO NOT FORGET WHO YOU HOLD DEAR. FOR YOUR DESTINY IS VAST, AND YOUR EYESIGHT GRAND -- YOUR HEART WILL MEET MANY BUT WILL LET FEW IN ‘ she spoke, and she rested her body on the grass that held two children as they grew, which grew the vibrant daffodils she once adored.      it took only a small amount of time for ironwood to find the mourning amber, in her cabin of old maple and with a stench of grief. the fall maiden, she became -- one who would stand guided at the battlefield but alone at heart.

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hediad !

“ It’s not babying, “ Here comes the retort, so natural he often forgets with whom he speaks. He continues to aid her, steadying her some before releasing her elbow and allowing her the roots of her balance to grip the earth beneath them. “ It’s calling being nice. Sometimes it happens. “

     o, how she remembered his indignant repostes ( as there had been no lack of ). a smile graced her lips, her body swaying to her newfound balance. ‘ there seems to be no lack of being nice when it concerns you -- and i’m grateful. ‘ the pull of the earth yearned for amber, and her wobbling state proved she was close to falling, however little she cared to admit it.

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canisbitch !

“ Indeed I have, sugar. So that gets me wondering why you’ve got the fucking issue of repeating shit I’ve heard hundreds of times already. ” Stunted life span, a danger to the environment? Never sooner has the male began yawning, precious breath exchanged for the forbidden apple of smog he writhes so pleasurably for. “ Besides, mother nature probably wants a taste of my smokes anyways. ” ( DIVINITY, GODDESS, I CAN SENSE YOUR POWER, A MERE ANT A HUMAN WOULD COMPARE TO YOU BUT A WOLF I AM, A BEAST TOWERING BEYOND THE SKIES. I DO NOT FEAR YOU. )

    ‘ because perhaps you will listen ; at least once. ‘ HESITATION filled her veins, digits itching to throw the drug to the ground to be smashed by her heel. ‘ mother nature doesn’t fall prey to VICES. ‘ a turned head kept the substance from reaching her own lungs, though dark eyes kept trained on the other -- a palm waved to attempt to further blow it apart ( albeit whenever her hand left a space empty, smoke filled its place). ‘ life is not some toy to be played, especially to the mortal. ‘

[maiidened-blog]

☛ GET INSIDE YOUR CHARACTER'S HEAD! aka The Excessively Detailed Headcanon Meme

Ask a question, any question! Because I have nothing better to do than to answer your questions. ... No, really. I don't. D:

1: What does their bedroom look like?

2: Do they have any daily rituals?

3: Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

4: What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

5: Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

6: Eating habits and sample daily menu

7: Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

8: Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

9: Makeup?

10: Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

11: Intellectual pursuits?

12: Favorite book genre?

13: Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

14: Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

15: Biggest and smallest short term goal?

16: Biggest and smallest long term goal?

17: Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

18: Favorite beverage?

19: What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

20: Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

21: Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

22: Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

23: How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

24: Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

25: How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

26: Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?

27: What is their biggest regret?

28: Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

29: Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)

30: Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)

31: Most prized possession?

32: Thoughts on material possessions in general?

33: Concept of home and family?

34: Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)

35: What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

36: What makes them feel guilty?

37: Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?

38: What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

39: Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

40: How misanthropic are they?

41: Hobbies?

42: How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?

43: Religion?

44: Superstitions or views on the occult?

45: Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

46: If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

47: How do they express love?

48: If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?

49: Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?

[maiidened-blog]

                    MY BREATH WILL BECOME THE WIND THAT CHILDREN’S LAUGHTER                     WILL  DROWN OUT. MY TEARS WILL BECOME THE TIDES SWEEPING                     OVER  THE SAND. FOR I AM SHE WHO MARCHES ON ; I AM SHE WHO                     STANDS  BEFORE  DEATH ; AND I AM SHE WHO DOES  NOT  COWER.                     AND  OF  MY  DECAYING BODY WILL GROW THE  BEAUTIFUL  LILIES                     AND  ROSES,  AND  THE  CYCLE WILL LAST  FOR  ETERNITY. I  WILL                     FOREVER                                                                                           BE. 

                                 INDEPENDENT AMBER / PORTRAYED BY BOADICEA

[seafright-blog]

                         ❛     i am not afraid of water, and i have no idea what YOU are talking about !     ❜

[maiidened-blog]

BRAVER. with only two drafts left, like this for a starter.

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                    MY BREATH WILL BECOME THE WIND THAT CHILDREN’S LAUGHTER                     WILL  DROWN OUT. MY TEARS WILL BECOME THE TIDES SWEEPING                     OVER  THE SAND. FOR I AM SHE WHO MARCHES ON ; I AM SHE WHO                     STANDS  BEFORE  DEATH ; AND I AM SHE WHO DOES  NOT  COWER.                     AND  OF  MY  DECAYING BODY WILL GROW THE  BEAUTIFUL  LILIES                     AND  ROSES,  AND  THE  CYCLE WILL LAST  FOR  ETERNITY. I  WILL                     FOREVER                                                                                           BE. 

                                 INDEPENDENT AMBER / PORTRAYED BY BOADICEA

[maiidened-blog]

     ‘ qrow -- ‘ features could help but bend into a grin, a hand coming to stop the other. the movement had pained her, though dark hues didn’t let their falsity fade. ‘ i’m alright ; you need not baby me. ‘

@hediad

[joshpeck]

i’m so nice

[maiidened-blog]

BRAVER. with only two drafts left, like this for a starter.

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blakkrfugl !

Silence crept as the masked woman walked over and placed a hand on the maiden’s shoulder. They had been sitting for too long. It was time for them to move, ( then again it was almost always time for the maidens to move, to hide again ) they were always in danger from who knows what.

          ❛ It’s one of my personal favorites, but your reading will have to be cut short until we get to the new place ma’am. ❜

     woeful eyes peered at the other -- she experienced that raven knew best, and not to delay when she says to move -- but she had always worried that she could not lay a moment of pure peace. the book returned to its closed state, hurried hands stuffing it in her bag ( albeit with some trouble ; it was already cluttered with things ). ‘ where are we going now? ‘

[maiidened-blog]

     lips spread into a grin before laying a slender digit across them. ‘ shh, ‘ she coaxes, leaning toward the cloaked one with narrowed hues. ‘ it is a secret ! ‘

@redcloakcd

[maiidened-blog]

                    MY BREATH WILL BECOME THE WIND THAT CHILDREN’S LAUGHTER                     WILL  DROWN OUT. MY TEARS WILL BECOME THE TIDES SWEEPING                     OVER  THE SAND. FOR I AM SHE WHO MARCHES ON ; I AM SHE WHO                     STANDS  BEFORE  DEATH ; AND I AM SHE WHO DOES  NOT  COWER.                     AND  OF  MY  DECAYING BODY WILL GROW THE  BEAUTIFUL  LILIES                     AND  ROSES,  AND  THE  CYCLE WILL LAST  FOR  ETERNITY. I  WILL                     FOREVER                                                                                           BE. 

                                 INDEPENDENT AMBER / PORTRAYED BY BOADICEA

[maiidened-blog]

BRAVER. gives up on making a promo tbh.