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@missnellweather
hey is it alright if i keep calling out your name?
oc roleplay blog for fandomless oc bronagh nellweather. semi-selective. read rules before interacting. follows back from @/labor9
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If my body could sprak; "eat" by blythe baird // ocean voung // pinterest // ? // @ibvyache // holly warburton // @star-eaters @antidecay // @chenchenwrites on twitter // domenico fiasella // hum, hum by mary oliver
Primula veris
i had to factory reboot my computer which blows, good news is i had most of my important stuff saved and ill just have to track down refs and stuff for characters on discord
putting this here too because i gotta find my rp icons and stuff again so threads might be without them for a bit!!!
A very late starter for @specter-siblings!
A lot of guardians were fairly understanding when their kid got in a bit of trouble; she’d never ever accept the term herself but like it or not, Nell was given the class of problem kids to deal with, but she accepted that they might just be expressing themselves and acting out for one reason or another and perhaps talking to their guardians would be a good help for all parties.
Didn’t make it any less terrifying when she would have to call them up to come to the school to talk, though, and today was no exception. She could feel horror pooling in her stomach, sweat building under her arms and on her face as she tried to keep calm, making, maybe a bit too much, eye contact with the man in front of her, a cracking and obviously faux smile spread across her face.
Look, the man hunts humans like her for a living, how is she not going to be scared out of her mind?!
“S-ss-so, M-Mr, S-Specter, how a-are you, t-today?” Perhaps starting with kindly conversation could ease the tension brewing inside her; if she ticked him off maybe he wouldn’t be too quick to kill her where she sat. “S-so- so sorry to b-bother you, I’m sure you’re very busy, w-with your...your j-job and...uh w-what you do, heh..”
so………….like 4 a starter im SOOOO bored!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (or if ur a main anon me ur rp blog)
LINES I’VE HEARD THAT ARE RAW AS HELL: A SENTENCE STARTER PACK
“I will face God and walk backwards into Hell.” ”Pick a god and pray.” “Then perish.” “Violence for violence is the rule of beasts.” “I have been through Hell and come out singing.” “There are no gods here.” ”Kiss my ass, you sanctimonious bastard.” “Do I look like the kind of man who dies?” ”Do you think God stays in heaven because he too lives in fear of what he’s created here on earth?” ”Most monsters are a manifestation of our own fears and inability to accept different cultures we don’t understand.” ”You can only learn from pain, the more pain the wiser you become.” ”God, forgive me.” ”I am blighted being cursed with sight.” ”This is the age of the expanding man.” “God’s dead and soon we will be, too.” “I thought there were no heroes left in this world.” ”To become God is the loneliest achievement of them all.” “You kneel before my throne unaware that it was built on lies.” “Impudent of you to assume I will meet a mortal end.” ”People who don’t fear death are the ones who crave it.” “This is Hell’s territory and I am beholden to no gods.” “Bury me shallow, I’ll be back.” ”Perception is truth to those who perceive it as such.” “Take this gift, for the gods surely won’t.” ”When the weight of the world is on your shoulders, you learn.” “Ironic that someone whose purpose it is to restore life would wish death upon themself.” “God wishes he were me.” “One day, you will be face to face with whatever saw fit to let you exist in the universe, and you will have to justify the space you’ve filled.” “Everything that we know and love is reducible to the absurd amount of chemicals, and there is therefore no intrinsic value in this material universe.” “Hypocrite that you are, for you to trust the chemicals in your brain to tell you they are chemicals.” “All knowledge is ultimately based on that which we cannot prove.” “Will you fight? Or will you perish like a dog?” “You’re a coward. You always were.” “Deviation from the norm will be punished unless it is exploitable.”
so.............like 4 a starter im SOOOO bored!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (or if ur a main anon me ur rp blog)
based on talks with @whitegoldtower
@missnellweather || continued.
“ ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇʟ G A B R I E L. ” Names have power. Could they hear the other name uttered just beneath the false one? It is unspeakable, impossible to repeat or even quite remember, slipping the mind’s grasp like oil to water and straining it as it does so. But it attaches itself to that name, Gabriel, a being who was the messenger of God.
But this being, its very presence makes all the world feel less real, less solid, like reality is bending to tilt towards him the nearer you grow to the bright, winged entity. “ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ… sᴛᴇᴘ ᴄʟᴏsᴇʀ. ” His whisper insists all the same, hands parting so very slowly, so unnaturally steadily, to offer his open palms to them. “ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ғᴀᴛᴇ. ”
Gabriel...there was something vaguely peculiar about the way it rolled off the tongue, a name so human it was almost unsettling, at least in her circumstance. She knew all about names, the stories of young women stolen in the thick of the woods, and the silver-tongued fae that wormed their true names from them. Once the last syllable escaped their mouth, they were practically enslaved to the creatures of the night. She knew not to make the same mistake.
But it seemed like this...being, knew her, which did not make her feel anymore safer than the unfortunate lass standing in the forest clearing. She felt like a deer in the headlights, headlights with a hand outstretched and waiting for her to crawl from the safety of her bed, creep across the wooden floor and steal her away.
“...Fate?” She was all too familiar with the concept. Them spoke of it often, how fate was nothing more than a concept humans made to feel more comfy about things not in their control, but to higher beings was a series of constantly splitting paths, all being drawn up, torn apart and moved around by those above that wanted a good laugh. “H-How could I change that?”
i was trying to b poetic in that reply but my first first thought was this
" ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ, sʜᴇᴘʜᴇʀᴅ... ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ... ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ..." Do you hear him? This is not a dream, open your eyes and look into the dark of the room. He calls to you and only you, his voice loud in your mind, audible to no other. " ʙᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀғʀᴀɪᴅ. " When their eyes find his form, an angel like a renaissance painting- wings and all, it begins to glow bright like something burning itself into their very mind. But be weary, for light is so pleasantly cool, but it is not warm. " ɪ ʙʀɪɴɢ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɴᴇᴡs." (sorry for the wait hah-)
The room was still, spirits in the walls for once quiet and didn't whisper a thing, which she wasn't sure posed more danger or for once, the absense. The ghosts of the house were quick to point her in the right direction, and she hoped they were not just as quietly awestruck as she was gazing upon the stranger's form.
Perhaps anyone else would've screamed in fear, but she only squeaked, like a mouse with it's tail caught by a cat, but she did not squirm in bed or wear the noise's welcome out. She stared, in amazement and fear, but respect. She knew that in these times it could spell grave danger, even moreso if she showed terror to the being in their home.
"Wh..wh-who are you?" She barely got out, hushed voice almost raspy. She tried to show no fear as the being had asked, or commanded it sounded like.
Henry Miller, from a letter to Anaïs Nin, featured in “A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953″
𝕐𝕆𝕌ℝ 𝕊𝔸𝕍𝕀𝕆ℝ 𝕀𝕊 ℍ𝔼ℝ𝔼….. This is a heavily headcanon based, probably canon divergent ( …and maybe not always serious ) sussy “Gabriel” from The Mandela Catalogue. Please LIKE / REBLOG if you’d like to ᴛᴇʟʟ ʜɪᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴇᴇᴘᴇsᴛ ғᴇᴀʀs. !! RULES & ABOUT written by ALICE.
"Try to imagine all life as you know it stopping instantaneously and every molecule in your body exploding at the speed of light"
Dr. Egon Spengler
penn by @sleepyrp-writer
Former professor of paranormal studies at the Columbia University. Upon his termination, Egon founded Ghostbusters, Inc. along with Doctors Ray Stantz and Peter Venkman. He is considered the brain behind the Ghostbusters and has designed and built nearly all of their equipment, including the Proton Pack and the Storage facility. Typically, Ray is the only other member of the Ghostbusters who has no trouble understanding Egon's technical jargon.
Has a daughter name Callie and two grandchildern ( Phoebe and Trevor)
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