#reflectiones

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Life is the miracle of existing, the courage to smile, the desire to wait, the strength to resist and the humility to be grateful!!!

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# 𝑳𝑶𝑹𝑬𝑳𝑨𝑺𝑻.     an independent,     low activity and private   roleplay blog     featuring will herondale in:       classic and young adult literature,     film,     mythology,     fairytale,     television,     and original sources. first est. 2019  ~  revived oct. 2021.    following is limited,     18+ only,    mature subject matter present.

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[rubyfall]

       TODAY  SHE  IS  THE  MAIDEN  ,  NO  BLEND  OF  BIRD  OR  WRAITH  OF  THE  WOODLANDS  .  atop  her  head  a  crown  of  bone  and  the  fall  of  her  hair  the  black  of  midnight  gardens  with  its  emerald  sheen  even  at  dusk  .  a  beauty  akin  to  nightmare  ,  the  parts  of  the  whole  lovely  on  their  lonesome  but  the  amalgamation  of  them  ;  wholly  ominous  .  this  is  the  herald  ,  the  lady  of  the  glen  with  the  song  of  the  slain  on  her  lips  . here  ,  he  dishonors  her  with  such  questioning  .  

✱  the  fabled  prince  (  @reflectiones​​  )  with  a  longing  for  life  and  a  penchant  for  prodding  does  as  he  wills  ,  ❛  so  you're  saying  you  must  marry  him  because  he  said  so  .  ❜  

       a  quiet  fury  ,  an  anguish  without  a  voice  .  the  tremor  is  stilled  and  her  voice  is  clear  and  piercing  as  bird  song  .  ❛  i  am  saying  i  did  marry  him  because  i  thought  his  feelings  to  be  true  .  ❜  the  o'dienne  ring  is  a  band  of  searing  ice  around  her  finger  ━  cruel  as  it  was  breathtaking  .  embedded  at  its  core  ,   the  diamond  winks  back  at  her  in  the  dusk  haze  with  a  dire  dose  of  mischief  .  A  WICKED  TRICK  ,  A  SYMBOL  TURNED  ILL-FATED  HERALD  .  ❛  perhaps  ,  that  makes  me  more  of  a  fool  because  there  was  no  coercion  needed  .  ❜  for  a  moment  there  is  a  sway  of  pondering  as  if  this  is  the  first  time  she  had  dwelled  on  her  the  tragedy  of  her  past   .  when  in  reality  ,  it  constantly  came  in  the  form  of  skeletal  ghost  in  her  wake  .  ❛ you  are  not  the  only  one  between  us  two  that  bears  a  curse  .  ❜  (  but  she  had  given  him  what  he  had  desired ,  had  she  not  ?  )

      yet  what  one  desires  is  not  always  that  which  they  need  ,  not  truly  . ❛  i  love  too  strongly  and  it  is  always  doomed  to  fail  .  ❜  mistress  she  may  be  though  eimile  often  gave  the  impression  of  a  young  yearning  creature  ,  ever-forlorn  and  lost  in  some  profound  manner  that  could  not  be  solved  by  any  well  meaning  guide  . ❛  but  you  wouldn't  know  anything  about  that  ,  would  you  ?  ❜  her  resplendent  fionn  ━  fair  and  so  hollow  .  what  of  your  clockwork  heart  and  wooden  skin  ?  ❛ it  seems  you  can  make  a  boy  flesh  and  bone  but  that  does  not  mean  he  will  learn  tenderness  .  ❜  not  an  intended  unkindness  still  her  words  toll  with  a  frost-like  finality  as  the  husband  in  question  approaches  in  his  cloak  of  emerald  flame  a  cadaver  given  the  spark  of  life  ━  much  like  the  toy  soldier  himself  (  this  is  what  she  did  ;  poured  her  soul  into  corpses  and  called  it  living  )

[sarephic]

@reflectiones​          :         [     a starter for two brain empty peeps.    ]

he slams the coins down the edge of the skeeball machine,   the noise   barely   making an impact in the chaos of the arcade,   loud music and indistinct screaming filling the gaps of prolonged silence between them.         ❝    alright,   we’re going to settle this.    three rounds.    the final score will decide the victor.    ❞         he doesn’t mention again that he’d been trying to figure out who kept beating his score week after week,   and he doesn’t mention the   irritation   that bubbles in his chest.    there’s a sense of pride that came with having his name blasted in the top score section,   somewhat of a   tradition   he’d set over the years.    but he also notes the fleeting   excitement   fluttering in cages,   subsided exhilaration in having something seemingly mundane to focus on,   in having a challenge that felt   doable.    chin lifts as dark gaze flickers down to hers,   seriousness masking his features         —         hiding the   smugness   that danced along the curve of his lips.         ❝    loser gives up the all the tickets and buys pizza.    ❞         hand is outreached,         ❝    game ?    ❞ 

JANET + KIT.

[moonadorn]

STARTER CALL    [    accepting!   ]     —     @reflectiones​​.

tierney was always a monster born into emptiness.  they’ve never imagined her wilderness to make people stay,  which is why they’ve never cared whenever a person she holds so dear to their heart is once again pushed away.  back then,  it was her only defense mechanism,   but now that they had a new life with a new opportunity,   that defense was nothing but the many wounds she had given others coming right back to them.   ❝   please don’t grow tired of me.   ❞       a sigh.   she wishes to remember what it was like to be holy again,   but that body felt rotten.   it felt out of place     :     a home that was no longer theirs.   she’d grown tired of their heart,   wanting to cut every peace of fury and anger out of them.   putting everything back together was like setting themself aflame every night before she went to sleep,   only to wake up in ashes.   how do you fix something you can barely remember before breaking?   

now she stands in front of elia.   the only person who genuinely saw a human behind the wolf,   who did not believe that walking into their heart was like a prey being called to its last moment of life.   and she didn’t know what to do with it.   if all you know is fire,   then what should you do when someone gives you a place to heal?   what if she sees who they really are?         [     would you still care for me if you saw the real me,   without your optimistic heart?   i worry that you won’t like what you see under that shell        ].         ❝   i know i’m a lot right now and i know that i only burden you.   ❞       she no longer wanted to be alone.   their soul aches for hope.   it aches for something real,   but her body says that they are not deserving of it.   and despite everything,   she wants to believe that it is a lie.   head looks down,   not daring to glare at the other.        ❝   but,   please,   don’t give up on me.   ❞          

[superbnature]

Lady in Red by AdnanBubalo

[rubyfall]

the authority on henry strauss (he's literally a self insert you arent fooling anyone), also cardan and ulla 😳

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bro  why  did  you  have  to  expose  me  like  this  now  the  whole  dash  knows  i  am  a  wildly  depressed  jewish  man  in  my  30s  living  in  nyc  while  being  disillusioned  with  life  and  intent  on  desirability ✋

[rubyfall]

26, 28, 38 :D

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𝟐𝟖 .  what  is  a  turn - off  when  you’re  seeking  writing  partners  ?  i  like  to  think  i  am  pretty  open  to  writing  with  most  people  .  problems  only  arise  when  i  feel  like  i  am  the  person  putting  in  most  of  the  work  in  terms  of  plotting  or  keeping  a  dynamic  afloat  ,  if  that  makes  sense  ?  i  find  that  a  good  writing  partner  is  someone  who  matches  your  energy  each  step  of  the  way  from  plotting  to  writing  and  anything  beyond  that  .  the  short  of  the  long  of  it  is  we  gotta  be  vibing  a  bit  ooc  in  order  to  really  solidify  a  good  writing  relationship  because  threads  truly  go  nowhere  without  any  form  of  communication  .  

𝟑𝟖  .  what’s  a  bad  habit  you  have  when  it  comes  to  roleplay ?  i've  seen  a  lot  of  people  say  this  one  too  but  probably  forcing  myself  to  keep  up  activity  and  write  even  when  i'm  really  not  feeling  it  .  i  am  someone  who  has  to  constantly  feel  like  i  am  being  productive  on  ALL  fronts  and  sometimes  i  am  guilty  of  forgetting  that  rp  is  my  hobby  .  i  do  this  for  fun  so  no  one  is  actually  holding  me  to  any  of  kind  of  schedule  it  is  only  me  and  my  bad  brain  kicking  in  telling  me  i  need  to  make  a certain  number  of  ic  posts  in  a  certain  time  frame  .  can  i  also  say  that  i  have  major  fomo  and  feel  like  i  need  to  present  on  the  dash  way  more  than  necessary  .  i  am  trying  to  get  better  about  only  being  around  when  i  plan  on  getting  writing  done  rather  than  lurking  especially  since  i  usually  relegate ooc  talking  to  discord  for  the  most  part  as  is  but  sue  me  if  i  want  to comment  of  all  of  my  moots  silly  little  posts  !!