you'll never find your way back home. you're a ghost.
indie roleplay blog for a necromancer OC.
written by Nebu, they/them, 15 years of roleplay experience.
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you'll never find your way back home. you're a ghost.
indie roleplay blog for a necromancer OC.
written by Nebu, they/them, 15 years of roleplay experience.
> carrd <
" looks like i'm not the only one who forgets their own birthday. "
WHAT DOES YOUR HEART LOOK LIKE ?
iced over, out of the sun. Your heart is very lonely, isn’t it? Is your fortress of ice self-made? Are others afraid of you, or are you afraid of them? Are you afraid of hurting them, or of being hurt? Vulnerability and connection can be frightening, but that’s no reason to shy away from their light, to tuck yourself small into corners, to build up frigid walls to keep yourself from feeling. You will heal when you allow yourself to draw closer to the flames and thaw.
tagged by: @chimonai, thank you! tagging: you!
// watched john wick n bullet train, and the rubiel muse woke up hello
eclipse
"HE'S A BABY!"
''i was younger than him when i cussed my dad.''
"i voted for more than one."
A picture from Kefir: https://kefirapp.com/w/2429192
// rubiel has exactly two moods:
emotionless and inexpressive and chaotic goblin
no in between
i belong in haunted halls and cemetery aisles where the lost and broken things accept obscurity.
it’s familiar. it’s unfamiliar. you lost seven hours. you lost seven days.