soldier on. ⁽ ᵍᵘᶰ ʷᵃʳᶰᶦᶰᵍ ⁾

“turn on your location. i wanna fight.” indie demigod oc. written by kristine.

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honestly   shook   to see people are still following this blog, but i'm archiving this one  &  i'll be moving ophelia to a new blog! i'll post the link when it's ready.

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i haven't been on in so long. yikes ??? i'm sorry, whoops !!! i took some much needed time off to deal with lack of muse, inspiration issues, hating everything i create tbh, etc. etc. i won't be spending much time here today since i'll be deleting some stuff on tumblr, but feel free to come to me for plotting. 

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honestly i’ve practically sworn off rpgs but here i am.. making my own rpg... why me

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aaronwarnr:

ultraviolence // lana del rey

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              ❝ THEY SAY THE more you pretend you're a hero, the faster you become the villain. ❞ there is a smirk across her lips, and she can't quite tell if this is just random, tired babbling or if she's had too much to drink. ❝ i guess the moral of the story is to stop trying to be a hero. ❞

[leightum]

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[mosrael]

graduated top of my class from hogwarts school of bitchcraft and misery

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yiKES!! i just realised i haven't gotten on in days. idk i guess i kinda just got into my blog.

I hate when people say “survivor”.

Because “Survivor” means that you made it out

And I dont think all of me did.

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oresteai:

          ❝ WELL, I’LL KEEP THAT IN MIND  but i’ve just decided that i’m far too sober to be talking about this to a stranger. especially at this time of day –– ❞ for christ’s sake it was the middle of the afternoon and oswin was ready to down a few. perhaps that was something to deal with, but that was an issue for another day. 

              ❝ THAT'S A PITY, this discussion was getting good. but nobody's stopping you from getting a drink. ❞ a drink has always been the way to go. people hardly say anything interesting while sober.

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ofbleakness:

          aspen let out a dry, but genuine laugh. ❛ We’re all FUCKED UP one way or another. ❜ some just MORE than others. the only ‘stable’ relationship in the brunette’s life was the one she held with her aunt, but even that one felt shaky, as if her aunt tip-toed around her most of the time. ❛ and because of that, how the hell can you really trust someone? ❜

              SHE LAUGHS ALONG with the other, nodding. ❝ yeah, that's definitely true. still, there's nothing scarier than meeting someone as fucked up as you. it's like meeting yourself. ❞ she's known her fair share of messed up people -- people she only remember when something prompts the memories. otherwise, they're out of sight, out of mind. ❝ i've always been told to not trust people. not completely, anyway. i mean, yeah, how can you trust someone with your life? people will always disappoint you, and make you question who you put your faith into. ❞

[deliverybcy]

               lips purse in the slightest, honey hues flickering up the meet the other’s gaze. it was an odd perspective; one that could get her killed if she wasn’t fast enough. shifting her weight, she’s not quite sure how to respond without upsetting her. ❛ —-you’re entitled to your own opinion. ❜ crossing her arms across her torso, she lets out a small sigh. ❛ there’s the dead and there’s the living here. we count their deaths differently. so–i’ll repeat the question–how many living people have you killed ?? ❜ 

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              AS GRATEFUL AS she is, there is still suspicion toward the group in the back of her mind. while she understands the difference between killing one of them and a living, breathing person, she can't shake the feeling that she's losing parts of herself. that's truly the only reason she even considers them as people. ❝ three. because i had to. ❞ the confession causes her voice to shake. she's been taught all her life to know who, or what, the enemy is. and, currently, it's not a human. at least it shouldn’t be.

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Don’t lose sleep over someone who can sleep soundly after breaking your heart.

Nikita Gill  (via mecixan)

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it has been 0 days since xkit's last bullshit

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eurydicx:

      “I was told to be here, so I won’t leave        my lady’s orders.” The nymph stuttered,        afraid of what the other could do to her.        She took a step back. At least she will        put some distance between them.

              ❝ HOW UNFORTUNATE. DO i know this lady of yours? ❞ eyebrows raised, she gives the other a once over. it's clear to her that the other is afraid, but she can't help her defenses from shooting up ten feet.

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waxcdwings:

❝How tragic, then, that I couldn’t cater to your likes and dislikes.❞ He runs a hand through damp hair, leaning back for a moment to examine her.  It’s hard to tell if she actually has a purpose here, or if she’s doing the same thing he is.  Either way, he’s vaguely intrigued now.  ❝You’re telling me it’s easier to fix a dog’s leg than it is a chair’s? Clearly you’ve never lived in a house with only two chairs before.❞

              ❝ I WOULDN'T CALL it a tragedy. perhaps a sign saying i shouldn't waste my time. ❞ by the look of his hair, she can safely assume it's still raining. she's surprised neither of them have gotten kicked out of the establishment yet, but lobbies are supposed to be welcoming. ❝ well, yeah. if a dog breaks its leg, then you just go to the vet and they'll aid it in healing. but, you'll be wasting your time trying to fix a chair. now, that's interesting. have you lived in a house with only two chairs? ❞