#skeptic.

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[Tomoyasu Chikazoku] You are part of a machine / you are not a human being

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{ B A S I C S ; }

THE Skeptic does not believe in the circus. An elaborate hoax, an elaborate and well-executed prank, wool over the eyes of its many adoring fans. They write down everything that can’t be explained and they boil it down to luck, to chance, to anything but magic. Magic isn’t real, magic isn’t real, magic isn’t real. A myth to a nonbeliever is nothing but a well-woven story.

{ A E S T H E T I C S ; }

leatherbound notebook and pen handy at all times. the scratching of a pen as it flies across paper. furrowed brows. darkening scowls, magic isn’t real. dissipated smoke and broken mirrors. a stone in one hand, always ready to point out the flaws. shadowed faces with smiles more grimace than pleasant grin. a shell of hardened edges where life has stolen their magic from their core. it is easier to pretend it was never there in the first place than to acknowledge that you have lost it.

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THE SPELLBOUND: magic is decidedly not real. The Spellbound is a fool for entertaining the thought. While they could have been something golden, they are nothing but foes. Enemies working towards a similar goal. The Spellbound thinks them foolish for not believing, but how can anyone believe in the impossible? Everything has an explanation. You just have to find it. Rather than rolling over and admitting defeat, The Skeptic will find the answer.

THE HIGH PRIESTESS: luck runs out. And when said luck runs out for The Priestess, The Skeptic intends to be there, watching. Until then, they wait, and they scheme and they ponder how The Priestess has gotten away with it so far. But is it of no matter to The Priestess: you are nothing until you have nonbelievers. Only when there are skeptics do the myths become truth.

THE LOVER: akin to the feeling of watching children come to erroneous conclusions about life, The Skeptic continues to hang around and listen to The Lover. They wax poetic about someone in the Circus and how the miracles around them are so ethereal. The Skeptic owes it to the world, The Lover, and themselves to crush the naïveté.

{ R E C O M M E N D E D   F A C E C L A I M S ; } crystal reed. emily bett rickards. aaron johnson. beau mirchoff.

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Mandisa Thomas: How Religion Crippled the Black Community (by elydane)

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Spot the Difference...

  She lives by the day. He walks by the night. She'll say "I'm Sorry", He'll curse his heart out. She'd wake up in the morning, He'll be on his bed till noon. She'd rather read novels, He'd play computer games till the first ray of dawn. She's lost among the crowds, He's in the middle, no doubt. She'd dance when no one is looking, He'll be in Embassy, just chilling. She's tamed, He's experienced. She can write in English. He can speak it well. She plans about her future, He'd rather play it cool. She'd text, He would call. She thinks he's right, He thinks she's wrong. She'd talk it out, He'll go out of sight. She likes boys. He wants girls. She's skeptical He's a risk taker. She's willing to wait. He got no time to waste. She's writing this blog, He's with friends, having a night out. It's not always the same magnet that pulls the opposite poles. It's not always the same thrill that can sway this little girl. Sometimes, "maybe this time" is sang out of tune. Sometimes, a beginning is ended too soon. Maybe She's out of his league. Maybe He's way too sweet. If one day they'll meet and settle this differences, Maybe, they've already found someone else.