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[helalux98]

A szerelmemmel ballaghatok el az iskolából! Istenem! 😍🐎❤

Saját, életem❤

[cesarski-dwor]

Opowiedz mi storię czterech bohaterów Takich jak z legend, nie ma już ich wielu; Co stawią czoła każdej przeszkodzie, Wyjdą naprzeciw każdej przygodzie. Ich droga – kręta, lecz razem na wieki Dążyć do celu, choć cel daleki; Spojrzeć przed siebie, dumną unieść głowę Za ręce chwycić, ścieżki znaczyć nowe. A po latach storie krążyć będą jeszcze. Ze scen dla ludzi snuli będą wieszcze Czterech przyjaciół opowieść osobliwą, Trochę tajemniczą, ale na pewno prawdziwą.

Teraz i zawsze

by Lady Paulus

[kwiatki-z-kajetu]

Chciałabym, żeby wszyscy wiedzieli, że mam kochanych i wspaniałych przyjaciół, i może mówię to bo jest w pół do pierwszej, ale są naprawdę genialni i nie wiem co bym bez nich zrobiła.

[zerosmistress]

{Munday Symbols} ✗ - A ship I can’t stand & ✾ - Why I chose my character. {Also thank you for the compliments! They've considerably cheered me up!}

Munday Symbols

✗ - A ship I can’t stand

     { Well, I’m fine with any ships, whether yaoi or yuri or just normal ships. As long as you don’t shove it in my face, I’m cool with it. }

✾ - Why I chose my character. 

     { Why I chose C.C…? Well, a while ago, I had my Naoto Shirogane blog- thewheelisturning- and I felt like I was falling out with her. I began to look at my old anime DVDs and I came across Code Geass. I decided to rewatch the series because I haven’t seen it since.. 2011 at the time? As I watched it, I started to actually feel some sort of bond grow between C.C. and I. Just something about her screamed for me to give her a shot. I did and I ended up getting 30 followers in a day. From there, I decided that C.C. was here to stay and everyone liked her. }

[zerosmistress]

{Send me a character name and I'll name…} Kallen Kōzuki.

Send me a character name and i'll name...

Attraction level:  10/10Love for the Character: 9/10How much the character has grown on me:  9/10Badassness level: 10/10How upset I’d be/I am if the character got killed off: 10/10Compliment about your blog: Your blog is really nice and pretty, OK? Plus, I’m happy whenever you message me because you seem so.. Genuinely interested in what I have to say or how I roleplay C.C.!

[forgotten-color]

Accent, Guardian, Epiphany, Laugh, Instinct, and ... End, because what could possibly be more vague and ominous sounding?

Accent

C.C. seems to speak in a normal Britannian accent. She learned this skill from Marianne. It made her seem more natural among Britannian noblemen. She hasn’t spoken in her natural accent for some time. It’s a lot like her; mysterious and unplacable, but oddly fitting for any setting. This is because C.C. has been to just about every part of the world. Her original accent became a sort of cocktail of many different accents over time.

Guardian

C.C. is willing to go to any length to keep the person holding her contract alive. This is entirely so that they can live long enough to grant her wish.

Epiphany

They all deserve to die. Tell you why Mrs. Lovett tell you why

C.C. had a sort of epiphany toward the end of Code Geass. She came close to finally ceasing her endless existence and found a reason for living.

It didn’t last.

Laugh

C.C., despite how traumatizing most of her life was, maintains a healthy sense of humor.

Unfortunately, what she finds funny tends to be at the expense of others.

//And I’m at a loss for the next one, and I did End already. Hope this is sufficient!

[forgotten-color]

♦ , ● , ♒ , ∇ , ★ { I think my curiosity is getting out-of-hand. These all sound so interesting! You don't have to give elaborate responses... }

♦ - Emotional headcanon ● - Sad headcanon

The first person who ever reached the point where he could take C.C.’s code was about 70 years after her initially getting it. C.C. wasn’t nearly the cold hearted witch we all know yet. She pleaded with him to take her code and end her suffering, since they had grown close after helping each other so much over the course of their many years together. He refused, saying that he couldn’t live knowing he’d have to watch his wife and unborn child die of old age before him. 

"Maybe you’ll be luckier than me, Connor! Maybe you can save yourself during their lifetime!"

"C.C. I’m sorry…"

She took a moment and thought about what she could do to convince him, and the ideas that ran through her head terrified her. ‘What if he was dying anyway? Then he’d have to accept.”

"If you don’t… I’ll kill them.. Your wife and your son."

"No you won’t. That’s not You, C.C.. You’re a kind person."

Overcome with desperation, she drew a knife and brandished it at him.

"You don’t know me! You have know idea what it’s like, Connor! Don’t you think I’ve lived through enough? I’ll make you accept it!”

She stabbed him, hoping he’d accept to avoid dying. However, she was so overcome with emotions at the time that she didn’t notice that she’d stabbed him in the heart, dooming him and herself. When his wife found out about them, she had her tried as a witch for what she did to her husband. She was burned at the stake.

She still has nightmares about this to this very day.

♒ - Family headcanon

Her family didn’t want her as a child. The closest thing she had to a family was the Nun, who betrayed her as her parents had. Any other individuals who treated her as kin were lost in the endless stream of her existance.

∇ - Old age headcanon

C.C. thinks of herself as a very old woman, despite her appearance. She has seen many people die under time’s merciless boot, and she has an unprecedented jealousy for them.

★ - Education headcanon

When C.C. first got her Geass she couldn’t read much and could only count to twenty. She actually spent time in universities after that, and although she came across as an especially slow student, she did broaden her horizons quite a bit. There are still some subjects that she doesn’t understand like more advanced math and algebra and every now and again she finds a turn of phrase she doesn’t understand, and bringing this up frustrates and embarrasses her. 

[lightweightpuzzler]

Land of Velvet and Melody

"Not every end is the goal. The end of a melody is not its goal, and yet if a melody has not reached its end, it has not reached its goal." -Friedrich Nietzsche You wandered into this cave on a whim. Well, not exactly a whim - it looked so inviting, and it had been a long time since you started out. The plush, black walls give only a muted echo of the melody that otherwise seems almost ubiquitous in your land. The cavern itself is lit by a series of glowing crystals on pedestals, each a different shade of luminescent color. Or are they? Closer inspection reveals them to be a sort of three-dimensional embroidery, carefully and craftfully stitched into rounded crystalline shapes. The light they emit seems to hum, fluctuating, making them appear to twinkle against the inky black backdrop of the walls of the cave. You gently prod one of them - a rustic, orange color, earthy but with hints of gold. As you do, you hear a chord ring out tentatively from the softly glowing thread, echoing off the other crystals, quieter and quieter. You tap another crystal, this time a sort of burgundy with a hexagonal pattern. Its chord is hollow and jarring, and makes your teeth grit as it is multiplied throughout the cave. Your hand reaches instinctively for your LOUISVILLE DAISYLACKER, and you smash the offending singing-weave with a satisfying SMACK. A very satisfying smack. Maybe too satisfying of a smack. You grip the bat in both hands and give a righteous swing at another, this one a frightful shade of marbled olive. It bursts into pieces, but not before letting off a simple, light arpeggio that rings fruitfully throughout the cave. The next one, a mottled grey, produces such a solid THUMP and resounding power chord that as it resolves, you sigh a little. Letting loose like this after walking so far on the velvet terrain is relaxing. And relaxation is a powerful thing. One crystal stands out to you, though. A sky-blue teardrop the size of your hand seems to blink in and out, almost in some sort of pattern. As you approach it, you see its structure is woven helically, carefully contoured to reflect the light of its compatriots. When you nudge it, however, it doesn't ring at all. Out of some sense of belonging, you decide to captchalogue it, placing it in your purse for later. You look around at the the other pedestals clustered throughout the cave, and cock your trusty bat on your shoulder with a small grin. Now, where were you?