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❝ I’m sorry for the scars you have to see on my ragdoll flesh.❞   canon divergent private & highly selective

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                ❛ It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together                                         as it does to fall apart. ❜

[oceanwrought-blog]

ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴩɪᴛᴏʟ ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ  —  ✗   ✗   ✗

           ❛ I wish they were all dead and we were, too. It would be best. ❜                                                    private & highly selective                                                               ➟ written by archer

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b u t

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「 ʟyᴅɪᴀ 」

                    { she’s not your typical eighteen year old. }                               ( seventeen& halftechnically ) ⊰ it’d become a rather peculiar wont of hers, her rising as the sun set & resting while the sun was nigh. most condemned it, as most were afraid to break from the norm — afraid that  change  would somehow  poison their souls.  she  jeered  at those insular  fools who remained  ignorant  ;  they knew not of the unadulterated bliss nor the sheer anguish   L O V E wrought. { what happened to just messing around ? } ⊱                                   ( GOD HELP THEM NOW ) ❛ — you say that like you’re upset to see me. ❜                                           &&    { she’s looking for salvation } ⊰ she greets him with mild indifference, features remaining stoic to mask the fervor that ignited within the pits of her stomach,  the only insinuation of the sheer exuberance she felt manifesting in the radiant twinkle of her gaze. her  thoughts  were  lost  in a sea of  remembrance,  undulating  in rapid  fire  within the  confines of her enigmatic mind.  echoes  of  sweet nothings  he’d  uttered  taunted  her,   reminding  her  of  how  fickle   & bittersweet their engagement was. desire tempted her & toyed with her dilapidated self-control, urging her to forget her tribulations,  banish  all utterances,  &  cede to the ardor that suffocated her.  but he was unlike others,  &  she  refused  to  be  subordinate  to  the  ghosts  of her past.  he was her savior, her redeemer ; the remedy she’d craved. ⊱                              ❛ i hate when you’re sarcastic. besides, we both                               know you never sleep — & the only time that you                              do is when  i’m next to  you.  don’t  act  like  you                              didn’t miss me,  because  i  knowi  missed you. ❜ ⊰ longing seizes her heart, instilling an insatiable desire for his touch. & fingers yearn to twine with his, inching haphazardly toward his hand.  ⊱                ❛ — i want a proper hello. ❜

                                 { ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ yᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴀᴠɪᴏʀ }         the only time that you do is when i’m next to you; a kryptonite,         laid out before them with a nonchalance unbefitting of a  fatal         flaw. an exemplar how far he'd let this run,   her amicable tone         disquieting even as it thawed his frozen exile.     drowning in a         winter he claimed to prefer, those russet optics of benevolent         tenderness were the first rays of  sunlight  upon the wasteland         that had become his flesh. tongue grazing fangless teeth,   his         very biology desiderated for intimacy.  too easy;    to deflect          with callous abandon,  words aimed to stain porcelain exterior.             ❛ i guess it's a been a while since the dusting was done. ❜                                       { ɪ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʜᴇʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ                                                ᴅᴇꜱᴛɪɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʜᴀʀᴅ }       but the stolen air she graced his world with proved too infectious,      love's puppeteer  tugging  affection into place upon an oft steeled      visage. far from a smile, it was simply an absence of choler    ——       equal to euphoric rapture for  those who knew the language of the      broken. fleet, against her in moments; ardour flooding from contact      points, injections to soothe the withdrawal symptoms carving apart      his resolve.  everywhere was his target,   everything delectable &&      his for the taking. mouth a vermin ravishing paradise-like skin, upon      her exposed throat he longed to feast;              instead to her ear he      moved,            beastly salivation at bay in favour of rasping breaths.                                                                                 ❛             hello ? ❜                 even as they flitted between realities —  the amoral & the real           —    regret still clung like an inescapable parasite, saccharine          taste on his tongue turned cloying. for that skin he brushed          was unblemished,    that soul he entwined with near-seraphic.                 ❛ this is the last time, okay ? & before you say it, the               new bigger bed is simply a coincidence. us bachelor               millionaires need something to spend our money on. ❜                                 { eyes bright, uptight, just girls }                                    but this was anything but just

[clairevoir-blog]

u r g h your writing h o w

w hEEZES. i’m honestly crying because your writing is so beautiful & artistic & poetic. i could literally read it for days & days & my awe would not fade. & honestly, that’s what i did. i could read your sentences over & over & it would still blow my mind each time. your diction is just…breathtaking. s2g. the words you use, how you weave them together — it’s so, so, so amazing to me. & like, being in ap english rn, i honestly think that your writing is comparable to some fine literature i’ve read & analyzed. s O the fact that you like my writing is like the biggest compliment ever & i’m so ???? j UST THANK YOU V MUCH.

[remansitque-blog]

fuckin' nerds.

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forgive me father for i have sinned made a new muse.

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a long time coming; a big follow forever to all those who’ve stayed with me despite my seriously uneven activity, insecurity and blog moving. i feel blessed that so many people are here and i didn’t think i’d ever feel so included or loved in such a phenomenally talented group of people. each and every one of you does something fantastic everyday and i’d like to take a moment to share both my love and gratitude. the characters have been loved, adored and portrayed so beautifully; every one of you magical in your own way (even if you’d see this and i don’t follow you), there are those who read things you write and it can go as far as to inspire them. some of you have brought together childhoods, love of movies, novels, tv shows and brought them to life in ways that no one ever will, again. no one can ever be like you; no one can ever write like you and i’d like to tell you that i can’t imagine a dash without you. the ones in bold are ones i’ve admired for a long time across all blogs as the little extra my dash will never be without you.

my sunshines, my only sunshines;

remansitque (x), skelaheyton (x), moralfiiber / intxnse (x) killianns (x), vagabondiism (x) — you’re all important to me for different reasons but all incredibly talented people that i’m so glad i’ve had the chance to interact with on any basis. thank-you for being some of the most extraordinary people i’ve had the pleasure of speaking with. 

you make me happy when skies are grey!

armaniclaws / piercingfangs / matchboxheart, anchoredxinhope, asceticvalor, axrgent,  archently, archeolora / parasiitic,  abettermccall, casecraving / cainmarked, coronianthief, creepymalia, constantquibbling, dehairya, darkinherheart, dixbolical, delacourre / malifiicus / perrishes, daughterstobeleaders, erstreben, electriical, fangedbarbie, fallenisms, griefisms, hockeymasked, hauntingbyacode, hedonistique, halechemy, immortalcorrupter, incruour impossiblesass, inhibitxon, kovotojas, laidre / offsetpriorities, likestoslay, miraavx, mercying, magnxto, mabelkind,  marypoots, nosignsofpain, ofpaw, pxntmercy, politiice, queenxcersei, regalae, redcrowned, rowematic, svikinnar, soldatzimy, shatteredhaunter, scottjustlisten, slytherrus, scottofthedead, sataninvneck, sagiitta / terribiliis, sacrifiiced, stoiical, sufferism, seainked / tellthewolvesimhomex, tordenvaer, thedarknesstohislight, torvaanimus / aurorasentinel, unseenmockingjay, viewtokill, vvulfric, wgruzach, warinherblood, withoutclaws, witchyblackcat, wakeupstiiles, youmccallme, 

and to the rest of my followers (mutual or not) i love you and you are so appreciated when i see you around, liking things, reblogging things or just sending a few kind words here and there to make my day. thank you for putting up with me and my incessant love for Lydia Martin. lots of love, jay. (◕ ᴥ ◕)

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[remansitque-blog]

song; girls —— the 1975

♛;     & i will post a starter based off a song i'm currently listening to

tagging;               「 eruditiion 」

                             but she can't be what you                             need if she's seventeen.    ⌊ the awakenings knew not of social norms, nor practicality.   any       hour,  habitual heel clicks across the rotting wood of a building       not yet showing its age.       the first visit had been that scream;       pale girl turned terrifying harbinger of doom,        an eldritch cry       tearing down the mortar of his courage. { i know you're looking       for salvation }. had only that been the last visit. ⌉           { god help me now }            { a pair of frozen hands to hold }                  ❛       back again ? ❜    ⌊ though he burned to layer such an utterance with dry scorn,   only       relief stained his voice,   his eyes,   his thoughts. encased in   their       realm of twilight, the fiery light she cast was muted.         a mono -       chromatic ghost come to haunt his decaying morality. compulsion       urged him to lunge, to bite  &  claim. but their dance was no primal       ritual, nothing of the likes he'd always thought the norm. theirs was       of conversation, of  anchoring.  touch came later, always as if by       accident; ever the healing brushes he'd not known he needed. ⌉                          ❛ you do know that  most  people prefer to be                           asleep at three in the morning   ?   there's this                           brilliant thing called daylight you should check                                                    out sometime. ❜                                                                  but he'd usher her in regardless.                               { what happened to just messing around ? }

[unseenmockingjay]

GIVEAWAY ;; ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

            so! i’m coming up to my next hundred and it time to say thank             you! thank you for sticking around and letting me love you <3             i’m going back to my old giveaways. two or three people will             win whatever they want ; a new theme, a theme background,             self promo banner, online/offline banners or icons c: must be             following me, must be a roleplay blog, try not to unfollow as             soon as the giveaway ends which will be octorber 30th. likes            and reblog count!

                                                    examples ;

                 themes & theme backgrounds ; one & two & three                           self promo banners ; one & two & three                         online/offline banners ; one & two & three                                                     icons ;

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flash giveaway;

yes i’m aware that’s an icon of bruce’s butt SUE ME

so… this is one of those “i can’t do drafts so i’m gonna avoid the problem by making things in photoshop” giveaways. huzzah.

rules;

x — ; only reblogs count. x — ; only roleplay blogs pls. x — ; you don’t have to be following me. x — ; you have until 12:00 AM GMT to enter (current time here). x — ; one person will receive a 1280x719px dashboard popup. x — ; two people will receive a 500x150px url promo banner. x — ; winners will be picked by random number generator. x — ; this post must reach at least 15 notes.

examples: (x) (x) (x) (x) (x) (x)

my theme and my dashboard popup can also serve as more recent examples. anyways, that’s about it! have fun. xo

[wojowniik]

W H I T E W O L F.

                       “lesser, greater, middling, it’s all the same. proportions are                        negotiated, boundaries blurred.         i’m not a pious hermit;                        i haven’t done only good in my life. but if i’m to   c h o o s e                        one evil and another,           then i prefer not to choose at all,”                     

dom | zapytać | żeglowanie

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PSA: I am willing to ship my muse with same character           I am willing to ship my muse with cross over characters           I am willing to ship my muse with opposite sex characters           I am willing to ship my muse with same sex characters           I willing to ship my muse with original characters.           I am willing to ship my muse with any other muse.                       As long as there is chemistry 

[mgnemesi]

I’m in pain, so have a quick Derek-in-pain painting.

[remansitque-blog]

         i just had a very vivid recollection of my first days or rp on ye ol' facebook. trashy hunger games roleplay pages —— now those were the days. 

[remansitque-blog]

「 ᴛʀᴀᴜᴍᴀᴄᴏᴍᴩʟᴇx​ 」

 ▐ ▊ ♞ — — ▊⌊ the road was of rhythms; pounding constants to          clutch as corrosive fiends attempted to erode their realities. a          put-put of an engine too weary to be roadworthy,   the down-          trodden expanse of gravel fragmenting beneath them  —— &        that heartbeat. the ephemeral sign of life in the car's most          precious cargo. that tempo had become his obsession,       its          presence  an a d d i c t i o n with  only the most unsavoury  of          withdrawal symptoms. to quicken that pulse was to observe a          mirror response in his heart. quietude could conquer a moment,          yet still his   { narcotic }   would remain.    oft hidden amidst the          orchestra that was isaac  —  inhalations, cries,  an ever shifting          soul   —   the pulse was the sweetest overture   in the otherwise          cataclysmic symphony. ⌉       ⌊ he ached to be so many things, opulent in sombre cliché:  the man          with grit lodged between his teeth, he of few words & fewer morals.          he longed to be the bitter  burnout  that history had warranted he          become. but this man, this paradoxical ideal, relied on no one — —          least of all use a broken boy for a crutch.   drown me in your smiles,          your { sickly } sweet grins.   they are but the sweetest candy,  rare &          intoxicating.                                                                                                                  ❛           you're quiet ? ❜          but weren't they always   ?   in omnipresent company,   dialogue oft          seemed gratuitous . honed in the arts of lips quirks   &   rolls of dark          hues, opting for silence was a hobby mutually approved of. ⌉

                        ❛ if this is still passive aggression for the radio station,                            i told you — it's my turn today.  ya' could use some                            education in this stuff, character building  &  all that.                                you can have kidzbop 98.1 tomorrow, yeah ? ❜                ⌊ in r o u t i n e was solace; the same argument,  same jest,   the                same extra strong coffee each morning. pitiful bids for normality,                flimsy quests best left unmentioned.    we banish our demons in                unique ways.    if only to obtain the aesthetics of the mundane —                the facade of home  —   denial was saccharine upon his tongue.                the motor would hum,    the gravel would persist on crunching, &                that heartbeat would go on. ⌉