love is violence

[bambitaughtme]

[deadpetalsx-deactivated20170421]

me

My muse is dead. Tell me how yours is dealing with it.

[edhellin]

ANJU MODI - Ivory kurta set

[okwahkon]

( feel free to reblog this ) – if you are having complications writing a character’s biography, especially if they’re an original character or PC like the ones you control in the mass effect, dragon age, and fallout series, i HIGHLY RECOMMEND gleaning through TV tropes to pick out some that fit in with your character. motifs are an integral component to a character and will help you further expand any section of your muse’s biography page.

also, here are some websites:

d&d alignment system. this goes in-depth to your favorite moral alignments. not that wikipedia stuff, for sure.

briggs myers’ 16 personality types. all of them are listed here, with an accompanying video if you are more of a visual learner. this website also has tests for other personality tests.

fantasy name generators. i know: the website name is misleading, but there are a plethora of name generators present on this site. from modern monikers to even names for your character’s weapons.

add more pages / websites if applicable!

[mortumm-blog]

I shall not look upon his like again.

HAMLET STARTERS | STATUS: ACCEPTING

✕ ▎ — ❝ @withbite

❛ Now tell me this, DEAR COMMANDER  -  ❜ the assassin does not bother to hide the edge of his tone, sharp as any blade ❛ - are you always so quick to judgement or is this a particularly special case ? Should I expect you to next shun the chef when he burns the food ? Perhaps I should warn the poor man, no ? ❜ 

He does not claim to know Cullen , but his memory is long and unforgiving. Demons and abominations had roamed the halls of that surely DOOMED Circle upon the lake many years ago, but they had created monsters themselves. Here was a man who could break, could bend - he had shown his hand when he had begged them to SLAUGHTER the mages that remained, convinced that within themselves they all carried wickedness. 

Zevran walks a hand across the map, smooths a stray crinkle with his finger. ❛ I have found that THOUGHT tempers the ah...temper.  ❜  Men can change in a decade, but still all he hears is use of forces and little that pleases him tactically. Of all the other advisers, it has been Cullen who he has combated the most. 

[eritvita]

responding to x

@mortumm

“And thy pause is telling,” he answers.

He feels no regret in what he hath said. Roland is borne of the very Truth which keeps in the clay of the earth, the crackling of the fire, and the sway of the wind in the trees. There is no room for a lie in that breeze, no pretty deterrent to save face. Roland lounges in the rickety, wool-scratchy sofa pressed against a thin wall in their shared room, spread out along its cushions with both arms threaded as a pillow ‘neath his head. He looks at Zevran openly.

“I do not expect a declaration of thy heart’s song,” he says, to complete his thought, and he shrugs his shoulders. ““Twould be selfish to ask of thee, I know this. But I felt, and feel, that I should hath voiced my truest opinion of thee. I am very fond of you, Zevran.” He smiles, wide enough to crease his face. “My heart is large.”

[mortumm-blog]

To be STUDIED so, to have the eyes of love Roland upon him so patiently nearly DERANGES him. He fidgets, he nearly lurches; the passage of his throat is TIGHT. For a treacherous moment his eyes dance towards the window, already calculating the likelihood of surviving a fall. This - this is MADNESS, and this stubborn, wonderful man before him be the ring leader. Madder still that Zevran feels a thrill at his words. 

                                      MY HEART IS LARGE...

How he wishes he weren’t a coward and could repeat it back aloud. For truly, that is what Roland would deserve - one who could return affection without feeling a CORNERED BEAST. His lesson has been TIME AND TIME AGAIN that to care - to love - is a folly. Zevran needs no remainder of all that devotion has taken from him. 

❛ And that is very well, for the very least it is PROPORTIONAL. ❜ If he could look Roland in the eyes then perhaps he could LEER, bite a lip enticingly, but the pattern of the quilt he sits upon has become much more inviting. A rather dark stain almost scrubbed out draws his fingers; he traces the  russet shape and knows it to be almost certainly blood. Ah, the stories these walls could tell.

There is poetry lingering on the tip of his tongue, a deluge awaiting escape. He is more than FOND, has been ENAMORED for quite some time. Truly, it is worrying that Zevran gazes upon Roland and feels the heat of the sun in his chest. 

BRAVERY does not come easily to him, though he tries to dig deep within himself and find the well hidden dark and deep.  ❛ ... YOU MAY MAKE WHATEVER YOU WISH OF MY PAUSE, ❜ for such a small, noncommittal answer his hearts beats a frantic tune, bird’s wings against ivory cage of bone. How the beak pecks and bothers! 

[mortumm-blog]

SHIP AESTHETIC: ROLAND/ZEVRAN  for @eritvita

MY WICKED, DARLING, GOLDEN BOY - i bite your flesh and feel the give, the sink and the burst of blood. in my dreams it tastes SWEET, ambrosia thick upon my lips and in my mouth. i wonder how the gods ever gave you up, GANYMEDE - RESPLENDENT. you wander in their gardens and pluck and prune and i see the LOVE, i bathe and dress in your DEVOTION. the thrill to know that i have divinity before, ON HIS KNEES for me –

i have never claimed to be good or kind. yet somehow you peer into my yawning, gaping MAW - see the INCISORS OF BEASTS meant to close ‘round your neck, and smile all the same. when you REACH PAST THEM into the delicate chamber of my throat, i am stunned. you slither down my poison-tongue and the recesses of my blackened throat. i STRETCH and STRETCH to make myself bigger for you, and somehow it does not hurt. 

when you touch my HEART, handle it with the gentlest hands i have ever known, i call that a miracle. MY SPRING BOY, OUR SPRING LOVE. 

[seizedagger]

[txt]: all of that sounds horrible. [txt]: did you eat my nuggets out there [txt]: serious question, zevran.  [txt]: I don’t hear any music

[mortumm-blog]

[ SMS »  CARINA 🍌  ]: no but i would imagine they are  [ SMS »  CARINA 🍌  ]: rather cold by now  [ SMS »  CARINA 🍌  ]: and here you are:  [ SMS »  CARINA 🍌  ]: i do hope you enjoy Bed of Roses

[pre-war-apartment]

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Tegan and Sara - Like O, Like H

[xfreischutz]

an evening visit with a knife, intimate introductions to follow

things that i never want to draw again: banisters, the chantry

eta: i’m terrible at perspective, changed a couple of things, and then some more

[mortumm-blog]

for @prophetry continued from here

❛ I ascribe to the belief that a bit of WELL-PLACED SELFISHNESS is healthy every now and then. ❜ he winks, every bit the rogue and scoundrel.   ❛ Would you not mourn if you were to never have looked upon my face ? GO ON, stare your fill - I would not blame you.  ❜  

[thememesource]

❝ farscape ❞ starter meme

part 1 send one for my muse’s response

“ You know those rattlers in the stomach we talked about? Well, I’ve got them now. ”

“ I don’t need to talk to you. ”

“ I can’t help being who I am. Who I was. ”

“ I love who you are. ”

“ Look, I… can’t be your kind of hero. ”

“ That’s big. That’s really big. ”

“ Don’t worry, I’ll protect you. I look after you now, you look after me later. ”

“ It’s a perfectly natural bodily function. ”

“ I will personally enjoy pulling you apart to see what you’re made of. ”

“ It’s my duty, it’s my breeding since birth. It’s what I am. ”

“ You can be more. ”

“ We can stick our heads between our legs and kiss our asses goodbye. ”

“ The sound is doing something to my eye. Feels like it’s melting my brain. ”

“ You can’t breathe in it, you can’t move in it. It holds you, it grabs you, it sucks you down. ”

“ Look, I understand what a phenomenal moment this is for you. ”

“ Mother always said I was the best looking. ”

“ Next time you hit me, make sure I don’t wake up. ”

“ If you must address me, do so as Your Supreme Eminence. Which you should be doing anyway. ”

“ Soft, yes. Weak, no. ”

“ It’s only people who know you that want to kill you. ”

“ I try to save a life a day. Usually it’s my own. ”

“ I’m a trusting soul at best, but not to a fault. ”

 “ You honestly believe I could find you appealing? ”

“ Get that weapon out of my face before I feed it to you. ”

“ I am no one’s female! ”

“ We all visit the precipice. Each one of us must find our own way down. ”

“ I am unimpressed by your masculine memories. ”

“ Since I left home, I’ve been hunted, beaten, locked up, shanghaied, shot at. ”

“ Typical male. Satisfy yourself first. ”

“ Should I disrobe so it’s memorable? ”

“ My dear, I’ve kicked more ass than you’ve sat on. ”

“ I’m coming with you. If you can be an idiot, I can be an idiot. ”

“ Oh, just to be in the warm glow of all this testosterone. ”

“ She was vague to the point that I suspect she doesn’t have a clue. ”

“ I love hanging with you, man. ”

“ I’m nobody’s puppet. ”

“ Why do our plans never work? ”

“ How do you say ‘we’re screwed’ in your native tongue? ”

“ I love waiting to see how things go South. ”

“ I’m not your pawn. ”

“ Sarcasm, the hallmark of the subeducated. ”

[findingwordsforthoughts]

i pour alcohol into the gaping hole inside my chest. it does not heal. not today. maybe tomorrow.

marina v., is hope still hope if it burns your throat?  (via fox-corner)

[spade-club-heart-diamond]

If we are RPing together

you do not have to:

get to my thread just because you’re working on other replies

avoid posting often just because we’re both online and it’s your turn

push yourself to write something just because you see me on

I understand:

that sometimes you only get muse for certain threads

you may not know what to reply with at the moment

some threads you have are in an exciting moment and you’d rather put your focus into those

RPing is for fun. Don’t force yourself to get stuff done. Your replies are worth the wait.

[mortumm-blog]

SHIP AESTHETIC: MORRIGAN/ZEVRAN ft. a Vampyre AU for @magicthrives​

and so, in the absence of gods, WE CREATE OUR OWN. these fevered prayers are to ourselves ; out of the wax of our PELTS we light the holy candles, our TEETH the blessed rosary. we spit, we laugh, we dance on graves - only in these joyless spaces do we know LOVE. the empty cathedrals echo our names as if to say THERE IS NO GOD HERE, ONLY YOU. at once we are thrilled sick by the implications. when i kiss upon your sacred places i taste both bile and gore. there is where i leave my sacrament. 

the angels weep to see us so, but are we also not SERAPHIM ? tell me, MY DEAR, HELLISH MADONNA, though the wings ‘pon my back be black and webbed, do you not hear me take flight? do we not rain judgement as brutal as those biblical knaves, too drunk on righteousness to realize that they themselves are the DEVILS ? we kill as they do, the burning sword in hand and terrible four-face bite. 

HOLY, HOLY, HOLY, i whisper in your ear and you croon it back. you push my head beneath the water, ‘cept in this retelling it be BLOOD. i open my mouth wide and DROWN. 

[mortumm-blog]

SHIP AESTHETIC: ROLAND/ZEVRAN  for @eritvita

MY WICKED, DARLING, GOLDEN BOY - i bite your flesh and feel the give, the sink and the burst of blood. in my dreams it tastes SWEET, ambrosia thick upon my lips and in my mouth. i wonder how the gods ever gave you up, GANYMEDE - RESPLENDENT. you wander in their gardens and pluck and prune and i see the LOVE, i bathe and dress in your DEVOTION. the thrill to know that i have divinity before, ON HIS KNEES for me --

i have never claimed to be good or kind. yet somehow you peer into my yawning, gaping MAW - see the INCISORS OF BEASTS meant to close ‘round your neck, and smile all the same. when you REACH PAST THEM into the delicate chamber of my throat, i am stunned. you slither down my poison-tongue and the recesses of my blackened throat. i STRETCH and STRETCH to make myself bigger for you, and somehow it does not hurt. 

when you touch my HEART, handle it with the gentlest hands i have ever known, i call that a miracle. MY SPRING BOY, OUR SPRING LOVE. 

[mortumm-blog]

the reason that i play zevran so well is that i am actually zevran arainai

i too have crippling self worth issues and the nagging fear that i don’t deserve to be loved. also wouldn’t mind being casually killed by someone i’m sent to assassinate. 

laughs and drowns myself in wine and women