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  INDIE RP BLOG FOR OZIAS MIDWINTER OF 'ARMADALE' BY WILKIE COLLINS

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I think he’s very lonely. Lonelier than he lets on. Maybe lonelier than he even realizes.

The Royal Tenenbaums. (via dragonkxn)

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rigorrmortis

What a mess. 

Ozias had never had much of a tolerance for blood. His nose wrinkled, covered up with a handkerchief as the child whose ankle had been crushed beneath the wheel of a heavy cart lost consciousness at the sight of his own wounds. Midwinter caught his head before it dashed itself on the cobblestones and looked around at the gawking crowd. The cart, of course, had driven on. A special sort of panic seeped into his bones as he scooped the little ragamuffin up in his arms.

“Somebody help me, please!” he called out. “Is there a doctor here? Help!”

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Starter call!

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◆ Independent RP blog for Ozias Midwinter from ‘Armadale’ by Wilkie Collins

◆ Selective Mun with 6 years of RP experience 

◆ Flexible style 

◆ Multiverse, AU, crossover friendly

◆ OC friendly 

◆ No canon knowledge required 

[nylonpinksy]

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malachite, pearl

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Malachite: What my muse as a child thought they would be when they grew up

Ozias sadly didn’t have much in the way of aspirations when he was younger, but he was pretty certain that he’d be a sailor, being fascinated with the sea from a young age.

Pearl: A mental health headcanon

Ozias absolutely has depression, there’s no two ways about it. In particular he suffers from Major Depressive Disorder.

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Misfortune | Barbossa

captbarbossa​

How it was that the fog did nothing to alleviate the heat, Ozias could not say and did not care to. The sun had disappeared behind a dense cover of off-white but the heat remained. It clung to him with a sticky determination, sweat saturating his clothes, valuable moisture leaving his body that a man in his position could not afford to be losing. Not in a frail little lifeboat with the ship and crew he’d called home and fellows in burning pieces two days behind him and what little water he’d had already gone. 

He lay in the belly of the little vessel, feeling a crab scuttle over the toe of his boot. The poor castaway resisted the urge to kick it away, having opted to remain very still, and wait.

There was little hope of rescue, the oars of the boat had been lost, and the thirst would soon drive him mad before killing him. Ozias held no false fancies about his situation. He was going to die, and he was waiting for it. The romantic in him always thought that perhaps he’d have a few words or thoughts before the time of his death. A lament on friends lost, or an addmitance of his sins before he gave himself up to the Lord’s judgement. But he found that he could not muster the effort for much more than the occasional grimace, the sensation of his head splitting and his throat being grazed with rocks was quite enough to keep him there, as quiet as a lamb. 

But what was that? He sat up straight, swiftly punished by an intense burst of pain that made him dizzy and nauseated. A shout, muffled by the fog but nevertheless reaching his ears and not echoing in his frayed mind, rang out again. He opened his mouth but found little will or capacity to shout, so instead he raised his pistol with the last of his strength, firing a shot before collapsing back down where he’d accepted his fate, breathing heavily, eyesight wavering. A tattooed hand covered his eyes and he found himself praying for the first time in years.

[praedirus]

Me @ anyone who has ever given me positive attention: so when are we getting married

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send me a crystal and i'll tell...

abalone: what kind of situations compromise my muse emotionally

aegerine: my muse's opinion of the supernatural

agate: how my muse calms down

blue lace agate: my muse's favorite form of communication (verbal, letters, texting, etc.)

fire agate: if my muse is brave or cowardly

moss agate: if my muse has a high or low opinion of themself

amazonite: what kind of situations call for my muse to be dishonest

amethyst: what my muse would most like to be able to shape-shift into

ammolite: how lucky or unlucky my use is

angel aura quartz: my muse's opinion of LGBT+ issues

apache tears: a sadness headcanon

apatite: a headcanon about my muse's intuition

apophyllite: my muse's religious/spiritual beliefs

aquamarine: where my muse feels most calm/relaxed

biotite: the biggest problems my muse is currently dealing with

bloodstone: how my muse sees themself as part of the world at large

calcite: my muse's social tendencies (introverted vs extroverted, parties vs one-on-one conversations, etc.)

carnelian: an art-related headcanon

celestite: how my muse deals with anxiety

chalcedony: the saddest my muse has ever been

chalcopyrite: how my muse deals with ending relationships

charoite: who my muse looks up to

chrysocolla: a money-making headcanon

copper: how I think my muse will end up when they're older

coral: how my muse views the natural world

diamond: a sex headcanon

dolomite: a sleep headcanon

emerald: how my muse tells someone they love them without words

fluorite: what my muse's room looks like

fossil: what my muse's dream job is

galena: what it's like to be in a relationship with my muse

garnet: what my muse's perfect partner would be

gold: my muse's financial situation

hematite: how squeamish my muse is

hiddenite: how much of an "inner child" my muse has

iolite: my muse's drinking habits

jade: if my muse would ever cheat on a partner

jasper: what my muse would be like as a parent

kyanite: an anger headcanon

lapis lazuli: where 'home' is to my muse

lodestone: what kind of people gravitate towards my muse

malachite: what my muse as a child thought they would be when they grew up

mica: what my muse views as their worst personality trait

moonstone: my muse's opinions on outer space

mother of pearl: if my muse tends to lift people up or bring them down

nebula stone: how good my muse's memory is

obsidian: which of the seven deadly sins my muse would be

opal: how creative my muse is

pearl: a mental health headcanon

petalite: what my muse would do if they found a wallet on the street

pyrite: a physical health headcanon

quartz: how my muse thinks other people see them

rhodonite: if my muse prefers elegance or convenience

rubellite: if my muse has any 'triggers' that inspire painful memories

ruby: a happiness headcanon

sapphire: if everyone my muse knew was hanging off a cliff and they could only choose three to save, the rest certainly dying, who they would choose

serpentine: how my muse would seduce another [alt: how my muse makes their money]

silver: if my muse prefers masculinity or femininity

tsavorite: if my muse believes in destiny or fate

ulexite: how empathetic/sympathetic/compassionate my muse is

unakite: what my muse's ideal pet would be

verdite: my muse's ethnicity/family history

zebra stone: what gets my muse excited

zoisite: does my muse believe everything's going to work out for them in the end or not?

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methmeister

“Excuse me?” the Englishman waved a shy hand at the other. “Do you have a pen? I’ve lost mine.”

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♥ – “You know that STARING is awfully found as             RUDE in many cultures, don’t you?”

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“My apologies, Miss. I don’t wish to offend. I’m not quite myself today.” Ozias looked genuinely abashed, head bowing slightly. 

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zephyr

(zɛf ər), noun | Deemed one of the most beautiful words in the English language due to its euphony, rare sighting and letter composition, zephyr is described as a gentle, mild breeze. It does not disrupt, nor cause chaos, it merely brings a pleasant sensation on a warm summer day. (via wordsnquotes)

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Starter call!

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◆ Independent RP blog for Ozias Midwinter from ‘Armadale’ by Wilkie Collins

◆ Selective Mun with 6 years of RP experience 

◆ Flexible style 

◆ Multiverse, AU, crossover friendly

◆ OC friendly 

◆ No canon knowledge required 

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In the whole entire world, you are the only person, the only person I love or have ever loved. And I love you terribly. Terribly. That’s what’s so awfully, irreducibly real. I can make up anything but I can’t dream that away.

Tony Kushner, Angels in America, Part One: Millennium Approaches (via wordsnquotes)

[wnq-writers]

they ask me why everything i write is sad i say sadness is the only thing that resonates with me their muscles in their eyes tell the truth they don’t get it they don’t get me

thruu (via wnq-writers)

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                           God kills IINDISTRIMINATEly,                                                         and so too shall we.