we need to fly ourselves

this blog’ll probably be going through some major revamps as i try to finish up all the bios on this blog! i’m also gonna be changing the theme n stuff :^)

it’s been so long since i’ve changed my rules that i forgot to change the fact that im no longer underaged, but that doesn’t mean im gonna start smut rping

#ooc #OOF

this blog’ll probably be going through some major revamps as i try to finish up all the bios on this blog! i’m also gonna be changing the theme n stuff :^)

#ooc

sapphiresilke‌:

Heat rose to Silke’s cheeks at his compliments. Even after everything she had done in her life, and how weathered she had become over the years, Phoenyx still loved her. They had been together for quite a while, and he still loved her just as much, if not more. He loved everything about her, and she wondered how the hell she got so lucky. If anything, she felt like the universe should’ve been punishing her after everything. It was harder for her to reason that she deserved what Blaine did to her when she had such a sweet an attentive boyfriend.

Silke awkwardly covered her face with a hand to hide her blush. After a moment, she moved her hand away from her face. “Y-you’re such a a dork.. I don’t know what the hell I did to deserve you. Thank you…”

“A-am I still dorky?” Phoenyx blushed and put his hand behind his head in embarrassment. “I was trying to be smooth…” The young man smiled awkwardly.

He didn’t know if the words existed to express how much he loved and cared about Silke. They came from opposite backgrounds: a rich boy with every opportunity ripe for the taking, and a former street urchin who had to lie, cheat, and steal just to survive. But all that struggle, going through hell time and time again and still being an amazingly kind person, and it just made him respect and adore her even more. To him, she was perfect, and he would gladly take on any burden of hers if it meant lightening the load for her at least a little.

“I...sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. It’s cute,” Silke quickly pecked his cheek. She smiled, resting her head on his shoulder. “You’re definitely a dork, but I love it.”

Despite everything that happened, being with Phoenyx grounded her. Sometimes, though, she wished that Phoenyx would see her the way she saw herself: a dirty thief with little to offer. Sure, she had washed herself of that life (for the most part), but she feared that her previous life would always come back to haunt her. Her worst fear was Phoenyx somehow being in the crossfire if that day ever came.

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ABCs of your OCs

a list of oc questions in alphabetical categories - i made each category based on the first word I could think of in alphabetical order, so enjoy!

A: Aptitude 1. what are your oc’s natural abilities, things they’ve been doing since young? 2. what activities have they participated in? 3. what abilities do they have that they’ve worked for? 4. what things are they bad at? 5. what is their most impressive talent?

B: Basics 1. what is their hair color? 2. what is their eye color? 3. how tall are they? 4. how old are they? 5. how much do they weigh?

C: Comfort 1. how do they sit in a chair? 2. in what position do they sleep? 3. what is their ideal comfort day? 4. what is their major comfort food? why? 5. who is the best at comforting them when down?

D: Decoration 1. how would they decorate a house if they had one under their name? 2. how would they decorate their child’s room? 3. how do they decorate their own room? 4. what type of clothes and accessories do they wear? 5. do they like makeup/nail/beauty trends?

E: External Personality 1. does the way they do things portray their internal personality? 2. do they do things that conform to the norm? 3. do they follow trends or do their own thing? 4. are they up-to-date on the internet fads? 5. do they portray their personality intentionally or let people figure it out on their own?

F: Fun 1. what do they do for fun? 2. what is their ideal party? 3. who would they have the most fun with? 4. can they have fun while conforming to rules? 5. do they go out a lot?

G: Gorgeous 1. what is their most attractive external feature? 2. what is the most attractive part of their personality? 3. what benefits come with being their friend? 4. what parts of them do they like and dislike? 5. what parts of others do they envy?

H: Heat 1. do they rather a hot or cold room? 2. do they prefer summer or winter? 3. do they like the snow? 4. do they have a favorite summer activity? 5. do they have a favorite winter activity?

I: In-the-closet 1. what is their sexuality? 2. have they ever questioned their sexuality? 3. have they ever questioned their gender? 4. would/was their family be okay with them being LGBT? 5. how long would/did it take for them to come out?

J: Joy 1. what makes them happy? 2. who makes them happy? 3. are there any songs that bring them joy? 4. are they happy often? 5. what brings them the most joy in the world?

K: Kill 1. have they ever thought about suicide? 2. have they ever thought about homicide? 3. if they could kill anyone without punishment, would they? who? 4. who would miss them if they died? 5. who would be happy they died, anyone?

L: Lemons 1. what is their favorite fruit? 2. what is their least favorite fruit? 3. are there any foods they hate? 4. do they have any food intolerances? 5. what is their favorite food?

M: Maternal 1. would they want a daughter or a son? 2. how many children do they want? 3. would they be a good parent? 4. what would they name a son? what would they name a daughter? 5. would they adopt?

N: Never Have I Ever 1. what would they never do? 2. what have they never done that they want to do? 3. is there anything they absolutely can’t believe people do? 4. what is the most embarrassing thing they’ve done? 5. have they done anything they thought they’d never do?

O: Optimism 1. are they optimistic or pessimistic? 2. are they openly optimistic, throwing it on others? 3. are they good at giving advice? 4. is there anyone in their life that throws optimism on them? 5. were they always optimistic?

P: Personality 1. what is their best personality trait? 2. what is their worst personality trait? 3. what of their personality do others love? 4. what of their personality do others envy? 5. do they hate anything about their personality/about other’s personalities?

Q: Questions 1. do they ask for help? 2. do they ask questions in class? 3. do they answer questions that make them a little uncomfortable? 4. do they ask weird questions? 5. are they curious?

R: Rules 1. do they follow rules? 2. would they be a strict or laid-back parent? 3. have they ever been consequenced for breaking a rule? 4. have they broken any rules they now regret breaking? 5. do they find any rules they/others follow absolutely ridiculous?

S: Streets 1. are they street-smart? 2. would they give money to someone on the streets? 3. have they ever gotten in a fight on the streets? 4. has anything happened to them on the streets? 5. are they cautious when out?

T: Truth 1. are they honest? 2. can they tell if someone is lying? 3. is it obvious when they’re lying? 4. have they lied about anything they regret lying about? 5. have they told truths that have been spread against their will?

U: Underdog 1. have they been bullied? 2. have they bullied anyone? 3. have they been physically attacked by a bully? 4. have they ever been doubted? 5. have they surprised people with being good at something?

V: Vomit 1. do they vomit often? 2. do they get lots of stomach aches? 3. are they good at comforting someone ill? 4. what do they like as far as comfort goes? 5. do they burp, cough, or hiccup most when nauseous? when vomiting?

W: Water 1. do they drink enough water? 2. have they learned to swim? 3. do they like to swim? 4. can they dive? 5. can they swim without holding their nose?

X: Xylophone 1. what is their favorite genre of music? 2. do they have a favorite song? 3. do they have a favorite band/artist/singer? 4. can they sing well? 5. can they rap?

Y: You 1. how old were you when you created them? 2. what inspired you to create them? 3. were they different when they were first created? 4. do you enjoy writing them more than other characters? 5. what’s your favorite thing about them?

Z: Zebra 1. what’s their favorite animal? 2. do they like animals? 3. cats or dogs? 4. what’s their dream pet? 5. do they have any pets at the moment?

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please guys??

#specify muse

sapphiresilke‌:

“I’m…I’m good, I think. They’re scarring up pretty bad, but I expected that,” Silke replied, sheepishly scratching her neck. She appreciated the concern, but she still teetered on the edge of two choices: telling him how bad the scars are, and lying so she didn’t worry him further.

“I’m feeling okay, for the most part…” ‘Okay’ was a relative for Silke- her definition of ‘okay’ was ever-shifting as she went through life. Most of the time, it changed whenever something traumatic happened. She wanted to be okay, at least. Maybe if she continued to say it she’d believe it.

Phoenyx put his hand on Silke’s shoulder to comfort her. “You know,” he said, “even with all your scars, you’re still the most beautiful person I’ve ever laid my eyes on. Like an inclusion in a gemstone, your so-called imperfections don’t do anything to detract from you and only make you even more one of a kind and unique.”

“If you aren’t feeling fine yet, try not to worry too much. I’ll always be here to give you a hand.”

Heat rose to Silke’s cheeks at his compliments. Even after everything she had done in her life, and how weathered she had become over the years, Phoenyx still loved her. They had been together for quite a while, and he still loved her just as much, if not more. He loved everything about her, and she wondered how the hell she got so lucky. If anything, she felt like the universe should’ve been punishing her after everything. It was harder for her to reason that she deserved what Blaine did to her when she had such a sweet an attentive boyfriend.

Silke awkwardly covered her face with a hand to hide her blush. After a moment, she moved her hand away from her face. “Y-you’re such a a dork.. I don’t know what the hell I did to deserve you. Thank you...”

sapphiresilke‌:

Upon hearing the knock, the bandages Silke held clattered to the floor. She muttered curses under her breath, scooping it up and starting to work on bandaging herself again. She sighed heavily, trying to avoid touching the scars too much.

“U-um, just a minute!” She called, sounding clearly flustered. She continued to mutter curses under her breath, until she managed to fully bandage her back. She pulled a shirt over her head, and moved to open the door.

“Oh, hey, Phoenyx.” She offered a slight smile, feeling a sharp pang of guilt in her chest. She had been distant, more than she would’ve liked. It was hard, though. Looking them in the eye after being gone for months, trying to settle back into a semblance of normality- who was she kidding? Nothing in her life had ever been normal. There was no normal for her, so trying to settle back into any sense of it was downright impossible.

For a moment, she wondered if she was a lost cause at that point. She was trapped in her own ouroboros of chaos, moments of peace always twinged with a sense of impending doom. Despite it all, she had to try to move forward, at the very least. If not for herself, then for Phoenyx, for Vi, for Jaye, for Cellie and for Cerise.

Phoenyx greeted Silke with a soft smile as he entered her room. He took her hand in his own and placed a gentle kiss on it.

“How are you feeling?” he asked. “Are you healing up okay?“ The concern in his voice was clear. If there was anything at all that Silke wanted or needed from him, all she had to do was let him know and he’d do anything for her.

“I’m...I’m good, I think. They’re scarring up pretty bad, but I expected that,” Silke replied, sheepishly scratching her neck. She appreciated the concern, but she still teetered on the edge of two choices: telling him how bad the scars are, and lying so she didn’t worry him further.

“I’m feeling okay, for the most part...” ‘Okay’ was a relative for Silke- her definition of ‘okay’ was ever-shifting as she went through life. Most of the time, it changed whenever something traumatic happened. She wanted to be okay, at least. Maybe if she continued to say it she’d believe it.

#ooc #m; silke viorel #m; viridian brisbane

❤️

❤️- A happy memory that makes them smile

For Silke, one of her happiest memories is when Viridian asked her if she wanted to come live with him so he could train her and get her out of her life as a criminal.

She remembers his soft gaze, non-judgmental. Full of compassion. She thought that she was always going to be trapped into a life of heists and pickpocketing, taking up odd jobs for shady people. But he offered her an out, a ticket to a better life without expecting anything in return. Nobody had showed her that sort of kindness in a long time, maybe ever.

She’ll always hold that memory dear to her heart.

Starter for @biacklight !

Every time Silke changed her bandages, she was forced to look at the raw wounds that Blaine had inflicted on her. They were starting to scar over, pink and white. The wounds were deep, tender. Laying on her back at night was near-impossible, but it wasn’t like she was going to sleep anyways.

She gently started to wrap new bandages around her torso, careful not to brush her fingertips over the sensitive scars. Vi had offered a hand in changing them, but she had refused. She didn’t want Vi, or anyone for that matter, to even look at them. She had explained rather nonchalantly the background of what had happened, but never the specific details on what Blaine had done to her. It didn’t matter, she reasoned. They don’t need to know. It was her burden to carry, anyways.

“Fuck,” Silke whispered, inhaling through her teeth as she felt pain splinter through her back.

“Silke? It’s Phoenyx; mind if I come in?”

Silke’s boyfriend knocked lightly on the door. Entering without permission would just be rude and inconsiderate, especially as she was currently in some stage of undress.

After she had been missing for months, having Silke back safe and alive was all that mattered to Phoenyx. She was distant, though, and how could he blame her? She had been kidnapped, the finer details of which Phoenyx hadn’t been told, and needed time to heal before she should be pushed to talk about what happened.

But when Silke would be ready to let him in, he would be waiting, always with open arms to support her.

Upon hearing the knock, the bandages Silke held clattered to the floor. She muttered curses under her breath, scooping it up and starting to work on bandaging herself again. She sighed heavily, trying to avoid touching the scars too much.

“U-um, just a minute!” She called, sounding clearly flustered. She continued to mutter curses under her breath, until she managed to fully bandage her back. She pulled a shirt over her head, and moved to open the door.

“Oh, hey, Phoenyx.” She offered a slight smile, feeling a sharp pang of guilt in her chest. She had been distant, more than she would’ve liked. It was hard, though. Looking them in the eye after being gone for months, trying to settle back into a semblance of normality- who was she kidding? Nothing in her life had ever been normal. There was no normal for her, so trying to settle back into any sense of it was downright impossible.

For a moment, she wondered if she was a lost cause at that point. She was trapped in her own ouroboros of chaos, moments of peace always twinged with a sense of impending doom. Despite it all, she had to try to move forward, at the very least. If not for herself, then for Phoenyx, for Vi, for Jaye, for Cellie and for Cerise.

Starter for @biacklight !

Every time Silke changed her bandages, she was forced to look at the raw wounds that Blaine had inflicted on her. They were starting to scar over, pink and white. The wounds were deep, tender. Laying on her back at night was near-impossible, but it wasn’t like she was going to sleep anyways.

She gently started to wrap new bandages around her torso, careful not to brush her fingertips over the sensitive scars. Vi had offered a hand in changing them, but she had refused. She didn’t want Vi, or anyone for that matter, to even look at them. She had explained rather nonchalantly the background of what had happened, but never the specific details on what Blaine had done to her. It didn’t matter, she reasoned. They don’t need to know. It was her burden to carry, anyways.

“Fuck,” Silke whispered, inhaling through her teeth as she felt pain splinter through her back.

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Peer into my muse's memories

❤️- A happy memory that makes them smile

💙- A sad memory that makes them cry

💛- A memory that makes them feel angry

💚- A memory that makes them feel guilty

💜- A memory about one of their loved ones, happy or sad

💔- A memory that leaves them feeling lonely

❣- A memory that leaves them laughing

💕- A memory about their significant other

💞- A memory about their children

💓- A memory about their friends

💗- A memory about a good deed they did

💖- A memory that made them feel special

💝- A memory that made them feel loved

💘- A memory that gets their heart pounding

💟- Wildcard!!!

Wow, I’ve been absent for so long!! I’m finally back now, though.

#ooc

biacklight:

Phoenyx and Jaye both stood up. The two had originally intended to mend Silke’s relationship with Aaron, but they turned out to destroy it instead. It was fine with them, however, and they were sure their beloved cow faunus would appreciate it.

Once they started the walk back home, Jaye called up Silke on his scroll to let her know the gist of what had happened.

Silke listened intently to their story. When it became apparent that her relationship with Aaron was left in ruins, she didn’t feel an ounce of pain. It had taken her too long to acknowledge that he was complicit in her abuse.

“Thank you. For standing up for me, I mean,” Silke said, smiling. She was genuinely glad to hear that the two of them- two people that she would give her life for- stood up for her when she wasn’t there to defend herself.