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Don’t know how many of you are still here, but I’ve moved Isabelle over to a multi-oc blog; so that I can hopefully try to manage her and my other muses better!

So, for those who are still here and want to interact with Izzie, she’s over here now!

#;ooc #// it's been forever and i'm so sorry #but i miss the people i've interacted with Izzie here #so if you guys aren't fed up with my flakiness we can try again! lol

spctlessminds

based on this suggestions blog. warning: these are pretty dark/angry & could be triggering to some people. please be cautious before proceeding!!

‘ all i want in my life is for my friends to be able to touch me suddenly & me to not flinch away without meaning to. when will this stop affecting me? ’ ‘ all i want is to be soft & gentle, but i’m made out of steel & anger. maybe in another life, i guess. ’ ‘ beauty is in the eye of the beholder, so choose to see beauty in everything. ’ ‘ burning it all to the ground & force them to start again. they made you lose everything. now return the favor. ’ ‘ do i ever even cross your mind or do i do all the thinking of us on my own? ’ ‘ do you trust me enough? do you trust me at all? ’ ‘ don’t you dare abandon me. ’ ‘ even after all you have done, i will always want you fighting on my side. ’ ‘ every time i see you smile i fall in love with your brightness all over again. ’ ‘ everyone i have ever loved is long gone. i sing to the sky alone. ’ ‘ everyone i touch gets hurt, but i can’t stop. i touch & i touch & i touch & people get hurt. why can’t i ever stop? ’ ‘ everyone says i used to be a hero, but i can still taste the blood in my mouth & still feel bruises blooming because of my fists & my eyes are still stretched wide & terrified. ’ ‘ everything i love has been taken from me. what do i have left to fight for? ’ ‘ fall in love with someone that makes you feel strong. ’ ‘ friends are more important than any material object will ever be. ’ ‘ i am aching to hold you & keep you safe, to be pressed against you so that nothing can harm you. ’ ‘ i am divine & you will bow before me. ’ ‘ i am fucking divine. ’ ‘ i am in control & i listen to no one. ’ ‘ i am not a good person. don’t pretend i am. ’ ‘ i am not accustomed to love. this is a learning experience. ’ ‘ i am not worth saving & i am not worth redemption. let me stay in the dark. ’ ‘ i am so tired all the time, all i want to do is rest. ’ ‘ i am too tired to deal with any of this. ’ ‘ i bow to no man. ’ ‘ i broke into sharp pieces when i broke & i expect someone else to hurt their hands on my edges just to put me back together. i’m sorry. ’ ‘ i can give you your wings back & i can show you to fly once more, if you only believe in me. ’ ‘ i cannot be saved. ’ ‘ i can’t ask for help because if i ask for help it hurts people. i can bear this weight on my own. i have to. ’ ‘ i could taste the lies in your mouth every time i kissed you, but i loved you too much to notice. ’ ‘ i crave affection in the simplest way. ’ ‘ i deserve to hurt. i deserve to bleed. ’ ‘ i didn’t ask for any of this so don’t you dare blame this on me. ’ ‘ i don’t care if you say my name like it’s poison or like it’s a prayer, as long as it leaves your lips. ’ ‘ i don’t fight for you anymore. ’ ‘ i don’t want to let go of you. not now, not ever. ’ ‘ i don’t want to talk about it. i don’t want to remember. i don’t want to heal. all i want is for it to go away. ’ ‘ i don’t want you to touch me. please don’t touch me, just go away. ’ ‘ i feel anger deeper than my bones. i feel anger in my very soul. ’ ‘ i feel nothing at all, except for when i feel everything all at once. ’ ‘ i have fallen & though i may miss the sky, i belong here now. ’ ‘ i have fallen from a height your mind cannot even imagine. ’ ‘ i have no home anymore. ’ ‘ i remember collapsing in the flames with a sword in my hand & then i remember nothing. ’ ‘ i see beauty in everything, but especially in you. ’ ‘ i should never have fallen in love with you. ’ ‘ i thought for a long time that i was so terrible no one would look at me. now i know it’s because i shine so bright they are forced to look away. ’ ‘ i was so caught up in the feeling that i forgot how to breathe. ’ ‘ i will never amount to anything. i am a failure in the worst type of way. ’ ‘ i will tell myself that the burn of my loneliness in my chest completes me & maybe someday it will be true. ’ ‘ if that’s what a hero is i’m glad i’m not one anymore. ’ ‘ if you ask me to, i will set the whole world on fire, my dear. it’s all for you. ’ ‘ is it my fault? it’s my fault. it’s always my fault. ’ ‘ it’s not murder if they deserved it, right? ’ ‘ i’m drowning in emotions that don’t belong to me, choking on anger & suffocating on sadness. ’ ‘ i’m in love with everything that hurts me. ’ ‘ i’m okay. i’m alright. this is all in my mind. ’ ‘ i’m ready to give up everything i’ve ever had if it means someone will love me. ’ ‘ i’m so cold & i can’t stop shaking. i am not who you think i am. ’ ‘ i’m so tired all the time & i just want to be awake again. ’ ‘ i’m tired of fighting against the pain of being forgotten. i just want someone to remember me. ’ ‘ i’m tired of fighting everything in my life. just make it stop. ’ ‘ i’m too tired to care. blow up, get angry at me. i’m sure someday i’ll realize i deserved it. ’ ‘ jealousy burns within me. ’ ‘ just let me go in peace for once in my damn life. ’ ‘ loneliness is a disease & it leaves me empty & hollow, like sound goes through my body & bounces back. ’ ‘ made of starlight & sunshine, i shine brighter than they all know. ’ ‘ my anger is righteous & my actions are pure. ’ ‘ my chest aches & my lungs burn. this sickness comes from the inside. ’ ‘ my chest hurts & all i need is some comfort & understanding. ’ ‘ my chest hurts & i ache to go back to the sky. ’ ‘ my shoulders are aching where wings used to be & all i want is for them to stop hurting. ’ ‘ pull me apart & piece me together in your own way. make me perfect. ’ ‘ righteous fury throws through my veins & if you touch the people i love i will destroy you. ’ ‘ rise up. you can’t keep being small when you were made for so much more. ’ ‘ say my name like it’s the only one that’s ever been on your tongue. ’ ‘ so much blood has been spilled in my name. time to make you believe it was in yours. ’ ‘ so you’ll worry about me when i fall silent, but not when i scream & plead for help? fuck off. ’ ‘ sometimes people have to get hurt for me to get what i want. ’ ‘ stay away from my fucking friends. stay the fuck away or so help me i will destroy you. ’ ‘ stop treating me like i’m an idiot. you aren’t better than me in any way & you better remember that. ’ ‘ the bitter taste of regret is ever present on my tongue. ’ ‘ the world is spinning far too fast for me to stay on it. ’ ‘ to love them is my divine right. ’ ‘ voices whisper from the shadows & they fill my mind with thoughts of you. ’ ‘ what did i to wrong to be so unloved? ’ ‘ what is the point of power if i’m not supposed to use it? ’ ‘ who the fuck do you think you are? ’ ‘ why can’t i ever fucking stop crying? ’ ‘ with a new year comes new tests & triumphs. let’s try to make the most out of it. ’ ‘ would it really kill you to be honest for once? ’ ‘ yes, i remember my wings breaking & being destroyed. i was powerless to stop it. ’ ‘ you are not required to love your parents, or to even like them. ’ ‘ you can’t hate me more than i hate myself, but you are more than welcome to try. ’ ‘ you may say you love me, but you love only a part of me. i am too complex for you to ever love my entire being. ’ ‘ you never fucking cared about me. don’t fucking lie about it. not to me. ’ ‘ you remind me of mint. fresh, sharp, kind of cold, but in a nice way. i always knew there was a reason mint was my favorite. ’ ‘ you shine light in even the darkest parts of me. you are my sun. ’ ‘ you should fear me, but you don’t. i will be eternally puzzled, yet grateful. ’ ‘ you touch me & my skin burns & it burns for you, always you. ’

#;memes

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She was brave and strong and broken all at once.

Anna Funder, Stasiland (via spitfcre)

#;musings

wayward-innocent:

The moment Yunneth felt that light tug, she stood in place a moment, swallowing the lump in her throat. How many times this happened to her in the past? She thinks she hears or senses something, she turns around, only for the person or entity to give her a scare the moment she turns around

“Oh bloody hell…”

She thought to herself. The moment she turned around, she saw a young woman. However she couldn’t see her features due to the darkness. She was just happy it wasn’t a ghost or something of the sort.

“Perhaps you are right. I just wanted to enjoy the late night weather.”

She said before taking a step back.

“What about you? Shouldn’t you be at him as well?”

Yunneth questioned in a calm tone.

“Um, me…?”

Isabelle pauses for a moment, wondering exactly how bad it would be if she confessed the truth about her being a spirit. A lot of people tended to get nervous or frightened by such things, and she knew that it didn’t help any with the portrayals that they made of such beings. ( Of course there are dark beings, but not all of them were bad!! )

The blonde smiles, momentarily grateful that it was bit too dark for the other to see the marks on her face, linking her hands behind her back. “Please do not worry about me. I am quite alright. I’m just… taking a stroll as well.”

It was probably a poor executed lie, but what else could she say? “Um… I was just concerned about you is all. I would dislike if something were to happen to you. You should try to get home very soon, okay?” She pauses for a moment before smiling. “If you’d like, I can accompany you! Two is better than one as they say, correct?”

#waywardinnocent #v; the keeper #// this is so long ago and so late x-x #if you don't wanna contiue i completely understand!

zandraart

fish pond!!

#;aesthetics

nature aesthetics.

bold the natural aesthetics that appeal to / apply to your muse. repost, do not reblog. feel free to add any natural features you see fit!

fluffy white nimbus clouds. dark grey cumulonimbus clouds. rainclouds. a hurricane. light spring breeze. a sherbet-colored sky at sunrise. hazy yellow skies. deep blue ponds of fresh water. blankets of sparkling snow. tornado winds. monsoon flooding. rich, orange sunsets. soft, purple clouds at dusk. heavy hail. the rumbling of thunder. icy sleet. gentle snowfall. moss-dusted tree bark. pink sunset clouds. grey winter skies. navy blue skies in the daytime. cool mist in the morning. leaf-bare trees. giant ocean waves. the full moon. a cracked, dry desert. rolling hills of prairie grass. sweeping waves of briny seawater. rocky, steep ravines. rippling canyon walls. spindly, cave stalactites. creeping, green ivy. lush canopies of leafy trees. dense, white fog. a peaceful creek of clear water. flowering cacti dusted with dew, catching light in the morning sun. a bubbling, hot pool of volcanic sulfur. sharp, grey mountainsides. fossils nestled in chunks of rock. a white sand beach. deep imprints of animal tracks in the dirt. soft, squishy moss. uniform rows of birch trees in winter. delicate mushrooms popping up in spring from beneath the decay on the forest floor. tumbleweeds jerking in the faintest wind across the desert landscape. light rain. summer wildfires. a mixing of hot and cool air before a storm. silent lightning in the static of summer heat. a windy blizzard. thick flakes of snow tumbling down from the sky. a tree standing alone in a barren, yellow field. a desert of loose sand and tall, orange dunes. a pure blue sky. a river of molten rock. a grove of flowering trees. twisting, mangled roots sticking up from the muddy ground. bitter, cold winds. tumultuous skies of stormy clouds. branches of lightning ripping across the sky. a foggy swamp. the tree-bare foothills of a mountain range. sandy brown cliffsides. rocky coastlines. the violent shaking of an earthquake. the mysterious sound of ethereal trumpets in the sky. the lights of the auroras borealis and australis. a black sand beach. a lone tropical island in the reef of shallow, aqua waters. underwater volcanic vents. a herd of migrating mammals. tree branches growing heavy with ripe fruit. light streaming down through the clouds. a field of lush grain wading peacefully in the summer breeze. the sound of insects and frogs teeming in the night. natural diamonds nestled in coarse desert sands. a frozen lake.

tagged by: @anthropolite

tagging: @dulcet-demise and whoever else wants to do it, cause it’s been so long since I’ve been here XD

#;aesthetics

anthropolite:

“That’s about right.” she agreed. Trying to explain the finer points of computers to Isabelle would, she suspected, only be an exercise in frustration.

She grinned broadly. “That’s true, I suppose. Bronze, stone, or pixels, an idol is still an idol.” she licked her lips at the thought.

“As for perfection…” she paused, gathering her thoughts “…I suppose I’d have to define perfection as infallibility in thing. For example: a good photographer or sculptor can preserve a moment in time, but it is not possible for them to do so perfectly. There will always be detail, nuance, context, which cannot be adequately preserved by the camera’s shutters or the artist’s chisel.”

“Right!” Isabelle’s smile brightens, a small laugh escaping her lips. “I suppose the only thing we can do is take it as some sort of compliment, right?”

Well, concerning Yali and those like her at least. The spirit wasn’t nearly as widely known as the Gods and Goddesses were; she doubted that many would think of imagination personified. It was a little down-heartening – after all, she’d never be able to see herself reimagined the way the others did – but she didn’t mind. After all, she didn’t exist just to be recognized after all. And she already had amazing company!

The blonde paused, mulling over Yali’s words with careful thoughtfulness, pressing a finger to her chin as though to amplify her thinking.

“… That makes a lot of sense…” She mutters finally, with a small nod for emphasis. “After all… there can’t be such a thing as perfection in the full sense of the word, can there? There’s always fault is something… Which isn’t always a bad thing, of course!

“Even with us—immortal beings are fraught with imperfections, wouldn’t you agree? It’s quite fascinating.”

#anthropolite #v; the keeper

dulcet-demise

Long Enough ||Closed RP||

shxislove-blog

dulcet-demise:

This woman is usually no stranger to long lengths of time in solitude. However, today was different.

There was a unusual pang of irritation bubbling in her chest and nothing she attempted to do could remedy it. Her study was messy due to the discarded books, her rooms practically destroyed with clothes scattered and a least 3 empty bottles of wine scattered the long table in the dining room. She sat rather uncharacteristically slumped in the velvet armchair next to the fire place and rolled onto one hip.

Nothing could solve this problem and she did not feel like leaving her abode to go find the entertainment. A few more beats passed and, right before pushing herself onto her other side, a knock burst onto her front door. Propping herself upright with confusion, the woman made her way across marbled floors to see who wanted to bother her.

Yet with opening the door and seeing who stood there, it was more shock than disappointment that filled her features.

“Isabelle?”

@shxislove

“H-Hello…”

The spirit wrings her hands together, nervousness bleeding into her movements as she smiles, pausing in her fidgeting to wave shyly towards the death spirit. It might have been a bit presumptuous of her to come here on such a sort notice, especially given Zeva’s usual demeanor, but…

She takes the lack of real disappointment on the other’s expression as a good sign, and she smiles wider before she steps closer.

“U-Um… good evening, Zeva!” She greets again, faint flush staining pale cheeks. “I… I’ve noticed that I haven’t seen you around much of late… I mean, not like our paths cross too often or anything, but uh…”

She was rambling, and while she knew Zeva hated it when she did so, it was hardly a habit she could control.

“I grew a bit concerned… Especially since I’ve been hearing around that you’ve been keeping to yourself… Are you doing alright?”

#dulcetdemise #v; the keeper #// yyooooOOOO

anthropolite:

Yali chuckled. “I’m reminded of my portrayal in a computer game from a few years back. It’s… well, let’s just say it’s rather unflattering. Though I gather I’m one of the toughest bosses in the game, so there is that.”

She frowned in thought. “Anyway, I’m not so sure that it’s necessarily a contradiction. ‘Perfection’ will mean something different if you’re talking about a perfect knife than it will if you’re talking about perfect justice.”

“A computer game…? Oh, is that one of those devices humans tend to have? The one that uses the ‘internet’?” Although her knowledge of the internet was, admittedly, just as shallow as the computer.

“Still that must be so amazing… to realize that people make renditions of you… However falsely accurate…” She pauses at the others’ words, considering them. “Yes… I suppose that is the truth, isn’t it? How do… you view perfection as, Yali?”

#anthropolite #v; the keeper #// i hope this is still okay a million years later!

shxislove-blog

"Everyone thinks that we're perfect."

Melanie Martinez — Cry Baby Album {Sentence Starters}

@anthropolite

“Well… I suppose the humans do tend to glorify immortality, don’t they?”

Isabelle offers a faint smile, a short laugh escaping her lips almost half-heartedly. Then again, she couldn’t deny that she herself had a tendency to put Gods and beings more powerful than her on the same pedestal. Although there were many, many drawbacks, which a lot of the mortals had a tendency to gloss over.

No one really wanted to live forever…

“Why do you think they spend so much time worshiping beings like us?” The word ‘us’ was loose in definition; not many people were automatically willing to allow spirits into their lives as easily as Godly beings. “You never seen a dog or cat kneel at ones feet so willingly… so why would they?”

shxislove-blog

anthropolite:

Yali lounged out on the grass, soaking up the sun. It might have been stretching the truth, she reflected, to describe she and her sisters as having been ‘worshipped’. ‘Revered’ or ‘dreaded’ might have been closer to the mark, but she was content to let Isabelle’s choice of word stand.

“I suspect,” she murmured “that it’s about optimism. It’s so much more reassuring to think that divinities are supremely in command of reality, that they’re utterly infallible, than it is to accept that most of us are at least as petty and short-sighted as they are.”

She paused abruptly. “I don’t mean that as an insult, by the way.” Isabelle had once been a mortal, after all. “Only that I don’t think anybody’s perfect… even in areas they profess expertise for.”

She chuckled. “It would break their hearts how very much alike we are!”

“Ah-- please, I didn’t take any offense!” Both hands waved in front of her as though to show that she was honest in that statement, pursing her lips as she mulled over that statement. Arms wrapped around her knees as she sat beside her companion on the grass, humming softly in agreement.

“... I suppose you are right.” Isabelle giggled softly, shaking her head slightly. “Everyone has their faults... even us.

“Although... if you’ve seen the moving pictures that they have of beings like us, it’s strangely contradictory: they seem to love making gods and goddesses fight one another. And they portray ghosts and spirits in such horrid ways-- I wouldn’t even consider doing some of the terrifying things they portray us doing!”

#anthropolite #v; the keeper #// it's good to be back! :)#How have you been??

"Everyone thinks that we're perfect."

Melanie Martinez — Cry Baby Album {Sentence Starters}

@anthropolite

“Well... I suppose the humans do tend to glorify immortality, don’t they?”

No one really wanted to live forever...

#anthropolite #; [ answered meme ]#v; the keeper #// hello hello my friend!! :D

WHAT IS YOUR ARCHETYPE ? from here. repost, don’t reblog !

TAGGED BY: @dulcet-demise TAGGING: @anthropolite @@acatandhisboy @altrxisme @bengalisms @+ anyone who wants to! I think almost everyone has done this by now x-x

your archetype is the defender.

traits: loyal, selfless, guardian, youthful, honest, unguarded, courageous, basically a gryffindor

the defender is most commonly used to symbolize the motivator, or the helping hand of the chosen one/the main protagonist. they would give their life for what the believe in, and is invested in every relationship they build. friendship means everything to them, no matter how insignificant their interactions were. they are selfless, and caring, and try their best but they can also be ignorant, and insensitive. they will always mean it when they apologize, even if they need to be reminded in doing so, and they love so openly and fiercely, it's heartbreaking. they are often left behind in social situations, but they are the ones that try to include everyone.

fictional characters that are defenders: ronald weasley (we all say this coming), queenie goldstein, eowyn, bilbo baggins, samwise gamgee, xander harris, maggie greene, albus dumbledore, luna lovegood

other personality types that go with this: hestia, apollo, hufflepuff, pukwudgie

#;musings #// yup this was fitting for izzie!