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"Since the girl from that day has awakened from her dreams,
I'm now entrusting this power to you."
self promo for Future Card Buddyfight's Sofia Sakharov! An independent roleplay sideblog written by @lacunasbalustrade.
Stolen from @fxmiliarity ⟵(๑¯◡¯๑)
𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞: 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬
bold the aesthetics that applies to your muse.
𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐭：warm sunsets， autumn leaves， a walk in through a park， artistic， very secretive， loves singing and is good at it， prefers to keep a low profile， doesn’t like attention， likes the company of a few good friends
𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨：gentle hands， warm smiles， autumn evenings， long showers， old parchment， comfortable silences， wants to make everyone happy， content with what they have
𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐭 ：tired eyes， very caring towards loved ones， long naps everywhere and anywhere， soft melodies， sad songs， summer， longs for peace
𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞：daydreamer， an early bird， gentle smiles， sunrises， spring days， tea， always trying to improve themselves， small acts of kindness
𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧：the winter sun， hot chocolate， a gentle breathe， loves to create， loves the sea， in tune with the natural world， a little lost in life， just trying to figure things out
𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩：sunny days， lazy mornings， golden， soft voice， lullabies， surreal dreams， lives in their own world， a strange kind of wisdom， likes to be alone
𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐞：sharp eyeliner, distinct voice, deadpan， bright colours， very generous， head stuck in the clouds， prefers their own company over others， only has a few close friends
𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐬：very sure of themselves， reliable， a steady presence ， fast music， the bitter sting of wind on your face， loves to run， is always there for everyone
𝐩𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨：monochrome， clean lines， clean hands， perfect posture， biting sarcasm， emotionally cold， late nights， sees the world as black and white， a little lonely
𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞：country roads in spring， warm drinks on cold days， the crisp air on winter mornings， bold shades of orange， sleeps a lot， afraid of being forgotten， loves to party
𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐭：red lipstick， loud music， will fight you， quick temper， confidence， bold colours， stargazing at midnight， euphoria， uncontrollable laughter
𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐚：deep voice， always makes themselves heard， forests in the summer， the smell of earth，good with their hands， very strong， just wants to live a good life
𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐚：soft whispers， gentle melodies， the feeling of the sun after a day full of rain， muted colours， cappuccinos， loves to love， the definition of warmth， sadly often overlooked
𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧：black coffee， perfectionist， early mornings， winter， precision， a bit of a show-off， always trying to improve， does not know their limits
𝐱𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞：long walks by the beach， shades of blue， soft laughter， quiet smiles， extroverted， very funny， an optimist， a dreamer， has many friends
Just your local Sofia Sakharov playlist- I'll reblog this on my sideblog for her.
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1h2iLvQmYDIQDxwFoXoEgf?si=SpjGvEQMTZu64-85PcWD2Q&utm_source=copy-link
Iink to my Cardfight!!Vanguard / Future Card Buddyfight oc/muse for roleplay Shia Hibino's playlist!
coffee in your capillaries
Will be reblogged from her sideblog @buddyfightbarista later ;)
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6UW87CcUnAXejtAzgTVGGC?si=1iAzAz5XSAyet_pgiXO26Q&utm_source=copy-link
"whatever the price,
i will buy my revenge on the one who has wronged us in this way."
self promo! Future Card Buddyfight/Cardfight!!Vanguard oc Shia Hibino, written by @lacunasbalustrade at this address.
independent rp sideblog that's open for business!
https://uquiz.com/quiz/ML8WlW?p=734122
(battleaxe)
apathy. wit. dark circles under eyes and a matchbox filled with used matches. a church, with light flooding in through the stained glass, and yet it's still so dark. you wonder what you have to do to get the approval of others, if there's anything.
starter call!
like or reblog this post for a starter!
(I'm new to roleplaying, so please tell me if I get anything wrong? But I'll do my best!)
stolen from @finleystevens
https://rpxprompts.tumblr.com/post/185216790810/muse-aesthetics-sleeping-at-last-atlas-bold
bold what always applies to your muse. italicize what applies to your muse conditionally.
darkness. the mind was made to illuminate the heart. / we carve our names on the surface of history. / all our strength came out of the woodwork. / we only know this light as darkness crashes against it. / it’s a cruel trick how we find ourselves when we lose everything else. / our mistakes they were bound to be made. / the smell of the falling and burning leaves. / the bitterness of winter. / the sweetness of spring. / there was bad blood in us. / the whole is greater than the sum of its parts. / firewood burning bright in the dead of winter. / were we broken right from the start? / forgiveness is a lesson he cursed you to learn. / just live what little life your broken heart can. / just live what little life your mended heart can. / darkness exists to make life truly count.
space one. space and time takes violent things, angry things, and makes them kind. / we are infinite as the universe we hold inside. / we may fall in love every time we open up our eyes. / i am desperate, if nothing else. / no one can unring this bell, unsound this alarm, unbreak my heart new. / i am dissonance waiting to be swiftly pulled into tune. / somehow i’ve fallen in love with this middle ground at the cost of my soul. / all of this mess is just my attempt to know the worth of my life. / the night sky once ruled my imagination. / let my change of heart occur. / fault lines tremble underneath my glass house. / there was an avalanche of change. / we laid our names to rest along the dotted line. / we were amateurs at war, strangers to suffering. / another lie from the front lines. / our backs against the wall, we’re surrounded and afraid. / though time is ruthless, it showed us kindness in the end. / a second chance to make amends. / losing track of what we’re fighting for.
space two. a secret under lock and key. / while collecting the stars, i connected the dots. / i don’t know who i am, but now i know who i’m not. / make my messes matter, make this chaos count. / you taught me the courage of stars before you left. / how rare and beautiful it is to even exist. / a stained glass variation of the truth. / stitch by stitch i tore apart. / if brokenness is a form of art i must be a poster child prodigy. / an open book with a torn out page. / a model citizen of doubt. / i’m pinned under the weight of what i believed would keep me safe. / show me where my armor ends, show me where my skin begins. / the heaviness that i hold in my heart is crushing me.
land. a little broken, a little new. / the impact and the glue. / some truths are sharper than knives. / truth’s got its sight set on you. / if truth is north, then i am true south. / i set out to rule the world with only a paper shield and a wooden sword. / i bear little resemblance to the king i once was. / i bear little resemblance to the king i could become. / half your heart has yet to come home.
life. all we held dear was on the line. / my heart reconciled all the darkness and light inside my chest. / i saw the future unfold in silver and gold. / you are grace, you are light. / i can’t keep my head from spinning out of control. / is this what being vulnerable feels like? / i’m only steady on my knees. / i’ll run the risk of being intimate with brokenness. / a thousand fingerprints on the surface of who i am. / let the scaffolding inside of me be strong enough to hold this tired body up. / i was given a gift of hope. /
sense. fall in love in a single touch, and fall apart when it hurts too much. / all i want is to flip a switch before something breaks that cannot be fixed. / pain is a well-intentioned weatherman. / god, i want to feel again. / i am aware of what light tastes like. / like fists unravelling, like glass unshattering. / i’m well aware of the shadows within my heart. / i want to be astonished. / nothing less than a work in progress. / sacred text on post it notes. / the light goes out, my heart goes still.
emotions. the calm water in the middle of an anxious sea. / the starting line of an adventure. / the faint outline of the divine. / losing my balance again and again. / each brave step forward, i take three steps behind. / its mind over matter. / a single lose thread and it all comes undone. / in our great sorrow, we learn what joy means. / with a broken heart, transformation begins. / i feel the pressure building until i can’t breathe. / reckless but honest words leave my mouth. / it’s fight or flight. / a last minute man of faith. / kerosene on a flame of doubt. / it’s too late for holy water now.
