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I don't like this account anymore. Roleplaying with you guys was fun and if it weren't for this account I wouldn't have met so many of you.
This account is going to kept up; keeping it for the memories. Feel free to unfollow.
Could somebody send me some of these?
Scream: My character has caused yours to scream out for some reason
Headache: How my character will take care of yours when they have a headache
Expecting: Our characters find out they are expecting a child together
Milkshake: Our characters will have to split a milkshake
Coffee: My character will be hyped up on coffee and pester yours
Graveyard: My character will visit your characters grave
Spectre: My character will be visited by your character's ghost or vice versa
Bleed: My character will injure your character
Dream: My character will have a dream about your character
Busted: Your character will catch mine doing something they shouldn't.
O Romeo: I will write my character missing/looking for yours.
O Juliet: I will write about my character's feelings for yours.
O Macbeth: I will write about how my character kills yours.
O Hero: I will write about my character mourning yours.
O Puck: I will write about my character pranking yours.
O Titiana: I will write about our characters sharing a night in bed or sharing a kiss. Specify.
O Oberon: I'll write about my character getting angry at yours over something they did.
Amuse Me: I will write a funny drabble about my character trying to cheer yours up.
Break Me: I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.
Call Me: I will write a drabble about my character asking for yours [be it at the brink of death/in a battlefield/knocking on the front door wounded, feel free to specify.]
Drink Me: I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours.
Enamor Me: I will write a fluffy drabble about my character trying to woo yours [be it out of the blue/Valentines Day,feel free to specify.]
Fight Me: I will write a drabble out my character fighting with/or against yours.
Get Me: I will write a drabble about my character saving yours.
Haunt Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours [as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify.]
Invite Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character asking your character to
Join Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character giving your character an offer [be it a proposal for an alliance, asking them to join them in an activity (you can get dirty if you want), feel free to specify.]
Kill Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.
Love Me: I’ll write a fluffy drabble about our characters.
Mourn Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character mourning your character’s death.
Nurse Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character healing yours.
Offer Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character giving yours a gift.
Paint Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character drawing a picture of yours [like one of your french girls~ be it painting them or drawing them, maybe offering a picture of them as a gift, feel free to specify.]
Quite Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to calm yours down [be it from crying, from lashing out, feel free to specify.]
Remember Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to get yours to remember them [be it from an accident, meeting them after years apart, feel free to specify.]
Shag Me: I’ll write a dirty drabble about our characters.
Tell Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character confessing something to yours [be it a love confession, a secret, feel free to specify.]
Unbind Me: I’ll write a drabble about your character freeing mine, or the other way around, or something among the lines [be it freeing them from jail, from handcuffs, from a trap, from a curse, feel free to specify.]
Value Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character telling yours how they feel about them.
Wed Me: I’ll write a drabble about our character under the subject of wedlock [be it my character proposing to yours, or marrying yours, feel free to specify.]
X Me: I will write whatever it is that you wish, [specify.]
Yahoo Me: I’ll write a drabble about our characters celebrating something [feel free to specify.]
Zip Me: I’ll write a drabble about your character dressing mine, or the other way around [this can also be used for shutting them up as well, but feel free to specify.]
Sleep: My character needs to stay at your character’s house for the night, or vise versa. Specify. (you can add any other special things that could happen!)
Drink: My character will call, text, or show up at your character’s house drunk. Specify which of the three.
Heal: My character will tend to your character’s wounds, or be at their side when they’re sick.
Confess: My character will speak their true feelings about your character. (or about a topic. you may choose.)
Death: My character’s reaction to your character dying.
Time: My character is running late! They are supposed to meet your character at ___________ (fill in the blank) or vise versa. Specify.
Protect: My character keeps yours safe from harm.
Kiss: My character kisses yours, or vise versa. Specify.
Dream: My character wakes up in the middle of the night because of a dream with your character in it.
Run!: My character is chasing your character (or vise versa) OR both characters are being chased by ___________ (fill in the blank).
Sky: Our characters are stargazing.
Help: My character requests help from your character (be something silly or serious, you may decide.)
Gift: My character gives your character something special. Or vise versa. Specify.
I Do: I will write our characters as a married couple
Broken: I’ll write our characters breaking up or in an angsty scene.
« : memory from the past with your character
» : a future event my character would like to happen with them + yours [a daydream]
¿ : something my character would like to forget [specify in general or about yours]
☼ : A memory my character has with yours that they’ll never forget
Cheiloproclitic: Being attracted to someones lips.
Quidnunc: One who always has to know what is going on.
Ultracrepidarian: Of one who speaks or offers opinions on matters beyond their knowledge.
Apodyopis: The act of mentally undressing someone.
Gymnophoria: The sensation that someone is mentally undressing you.
Tarantism The urge to overcome melancholy by dancing.
Autolatry: The worship of one’s self.
Cagamosis: An unhappy marriage.
Gargalesthesia: The sensation caused my tickling.
Capernoited: Slightly intoxicated or tipsy.
Lalochezia: The use of abusive language to relieve stress or ease pain.
Cataglottism: Kissing with tongue.
Basorexia: An overwhelming desire to kiss.
Brontide: The low rumbling of distant thunder.
Grapholagnia: The urge to stare at obscene pictures.
Agelast: A person who never laughs.
Wanweird: An unhappy fate.
Dystopia: Am imaginary place of total misery. A metaphor for hell.
Petrichor: The smell of dry rain on the ground.
Anagapesis: The feeling when one no longer loves someone they once did.
Malapert: Clever in manners of speech.
Duende: Unusual power to attract or charm.
Concilliabule: A secret meeting of people who are hatching a plot.
Strikhedonia: The pleasure of being able to say “to hell with it”.
Lygerastia: The condition of one who is only amorous when the lights are out.
Ayurnamat: The philosophy that there is no point in worrying about events that cannot be changed.
Sphallolalia: Flirtatious talk that leads no where.
Baisemain: A kiss on the hand.
Druxy: Something which looks good on the outside, but is actually rotten inside.
Mamihlapinatapei: The look between two people in which each loves the other but is too afraid to make the first move.
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ HOL.IDAY DRABBLES Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ
Christmas:
♥: Our characters will have a Mistletoe Kiss
★: Our characters will decorate the tree
¤: My character will give yours a present
❖: Our characters will go caroling
$: Our characters will go Christmas shopping together
Easter:
❂: Our characters decorate eggs together
†: My character will have an egg hunt with yours
Valentine's:
ღ: My character will give yours chocolate
❦: My character will admit she/he loves your character
4th of July:
✯: Our characters will go see fireworks together
♬: Our characters will go to a parade
Halloween:
ッ: Our characters will go to a costume ball together
☾: Our characters will go trick or treating
♛: Our characters will wear matching costumes
pronunciation | ‘hEr-ITH (HEER-eyeth, with a hard th) submitted by | harry d. submit words | here
♕| “If I can’t kill myself right now, there must be some other way I can atone….”
Whatever the reason is...you should never inflict harm on yourself. Not when you know that there is someone out there that loves you; you have the gift of living, so cherish it. Don't become like me.
{♕| Quoth the Raven, Nevermore} @rabbits-and-writing-desks //side rp
Golden irises are slowly revealed through cracked eyelids, shieleded by black hair. The servant breathes sharply, his throat hot and dry, gasping for air, staring up at the dark blue sky of dusk. Just how long had he passed out? Was it minutes? Hours? It all seemed so sudden -- it all occured before he could even blink, and now...now everything was silent.
With a pained grunt, Gilbet pushes himself forward, struggling to do so. Something hot runs down his side, and hesitantly, his hand reaches for his side --
That's right, Raven took his left arm.
After a long moment of silence, the noirette laughs bitterly, his right hand over his eye. How foolish of him, to shoot his own master by the orders of his true master. Even after all those years, desparately trying to find his own forgotten memories, now rushing through him without warning. He's a Baskerville. That's truly where he belongs -- it was the blood of his past, coursing within him all this time; fooled and manipulated in to the Nightray and Vessalius dukedom. He no longer belonged there.
Then why did his heart tell him otherwise...?
Shakily, Gilbert stands, refusing to let his tears fall. No -- it was time to move forward -- he would never allow himself to become part of the Baskervilles. No matter what...he knew, he didn't belong there. He belonged somewhere else, despite the memories that had resurfaced within this time. That was the past, and this is the present.
After all, they are the ying and the yang.
With that decided, Gilbert turns, his brother, gone. He grits his teeth together, fisting his hand. He will save him, and will not fail. Not this time -- not ever.
Seaweed Head!!!
Alice...?
Golden hues widen at the sound of a familiar voice, his heart nearly skipping a beat. Wasn't she...didn't she disappear? Alice...that stupid rabbit, now wasn't the time for his hallucinations to take over. He shields his eye, and his voice cracks.
"What do you want, you damn rabbit?"
[Soundless]
You’re wrong, Oz. You’re wrong.
Red eyes were shielded as she clutched both sides of her head at the thought. Images of Alice…basked in a pool of her own innocent blood, Oz screaming to hold her, wishing to protect her, and…all at the hands of the man that she once called her best friend. The one that would do anything for her…but how foolish they were. Foolish. She was dead, gone. She could never return — she was dead for good. There was no way she can reach out to that precious world now corrupted with violence and selfishness, all for her sake. All for someone who was dead, all for someone who brought nothing but misfortune.
“W—why was I born…?”
It was all her fault. All she wanted was to live, to be free from that cage she was entangled in, and to give life to someone who was once enveloped in darkness and bring him to the light. The world that had hope and love, despite how ridiculous and cruel it was, weighing her down because of those cursed ruby eyes of her. What if she wasn’t born a child of misfortune? What if she didn’t have those eyes?
What if I had never existed?
“Y—you don’t understand Oz…” Lacie gently put her fingers beneath his chin and tilted his head so their identical eyes would meet, both rimmed with tears. “It’s me. I … I created you to be like this…I…it’s all because of my existence. Why can’t you understand that?!” Her voice cracked as she released him, staring at her hands. They were covered with blood; blood of the lives that Oz had killed, the ones that Jack had forced him to murder for her sake. Ironic; she had wished that she was dead, but here she was. Nothing but fragments of empty air.
It’s because of me. I bring misfortune to others; why did I ever exist?!
“It’s my fault, all my fault!”
Lacie trembled in fear. She couldn’t do anything to save them; to save Oz, to save her brother, to save her most precious daughter. They were all taken away from her…this was her punishment. For living. For breathing. For existing.
For loving.
“I really am a child of misfortune…”
She had created Oz to be the way he was. Her intentions back then, they were so innocent. To bring life to one that seemed so lonely that was covered in darkness,to give him life, someone to love, and to be loved, a gift that was beautiful beyond compair, and to be in the prescence of someone who would bring nothing but happiness to you, filling you with hope. Why did everything become so corrupted and distorted?! Why did everything go so wrong, when all she wanted, was to give life, to live to the fullest, and know that she had no regrets…but…
Even if she had the chance to go back in time…she would have done it all over again.
With trembling hands, Lacie reached for him, and held him tightly, sobbing. “I’m sorry Oz, I’m so sorry. I don’t deserve your forgiveness, I’m sorry. I created you to be like this, I … I made you like this, I’m so sorry.” She wept, holding on to him, afraid that if she were to let go, she would crumble in to nothing but dust. Particles of nothingness.
Isn’t that what she was?
How worthless of her…so desparate to save those around her, yet here she was…unable to save herself from the pain she felt. Trapped in darkness for an eternity.
This punishment…is truly what I deserve.
Oh no.
As their time together increased, he felt his sanity slowly returning to him, his ragged sobs slowly quieting into small hiccups, until finally being silenced. His body stopped shaking, the pain in his chest slowly began to fade away over time with each shallow breath that he took, his eyes closing wearily. Sleep, sleep, his body slowly began to shut down on him, everything within starting to fall lifeless accept his hands. They still clung to Lacie, almost as if she would fade away from his eyes and leave. She was like a mother, a best friend, the only person left to actually console him in a time of need like this, to give him warmth when the world had shown him nothing but ice cold emotion. Yet…her words completely caught him off guard.
“Lacie…! Please, no, no, no, don’t think that!”
His hands raised up to her shoulders, lightly gripping them as he pulled her into an even tighter embrace than the first, this time finding himself comforting her, not the other way around. When she had momentarily pushed him away, he was stunned into silence, sitting there as she spoke, almost seeing the walls of the Abyss starting to cave in on her, her inner self caving in under the pressure. No, no…no…he can’t loose her, he cant lose someone else like this. Instead of tears, he found himself yelling, trying to hold up the walls of her heart with his hands, which desperately clung to her body in hopes of keeping her whole.
I have to keep her sane…! I…I have to help her…!
“You have me life! You gave me the chance to meet Alice, to meet the love and savoir of my life, Lacie! You gave me everything!”
Was she… trembling? He did his best to keep her steady, feeling the tears slowly drip down his own cheeks, soundlessly. How does he even begin to express his gratitude?
She’s done so much for me…I’m…I’m alive thanks to her.
A hand drifted to his chest, above where his heart was, and he closed his eyes.
“I’m alive because of you. It wasn’t your fault for causing what happened. I-It’s my fault, I’ve failed my end of the bargain, that does not mean it all shifts to you.”
Sadly, very sadly, he smiled, lightly pulling her close to himself, sitting on the ground with her as if to console her. He had to be strong right now…he finally had the chance to reach out and greet her, comfort her unlike years past. This was his moment to help his creator back to her feet, to keep her smiling. He had to keep one constant in this broken little lie he lived, right? Just one….just one…
“Please, don’t blame yourself…there was nothing you could do, I forgive you no matter what you tell me, alright?”
I don't deserve any of your forgiveness. None of it.
The Baskerville shook underneath his grasp, her red hues shielded from the world. Tears continued to stream through, slowly streaming down her cheeks; it was all her fault. If only she had never existed...all those days she had spent in the tower, her slim fingers lingering over the scissors and the rope that were hidden in her drawer. Countless times, she recalled, she contemplated on slitting her throat open, and even created a noose when no one was looking in the darkest of the nights, threatening to take her own life. Now...looking back, she finally fulfilled her role. She deserved this punishment, this cruelty, this hatred -- she all deserved it. She never should have existed -- it was her fault that she created Oz to be this way. All she wanted was to give him life and ease his lonliness; for him to love and be loved by that little bundle of sunshine that radiated as bright as the sun whenever she smiles, to keep him company when she was gone. To be friends.
Why...why did everything have to be this way? Why did Jack do all of this, just for her sake? She was dead -- gone, forever. There is no way she can return,...ever.
No -- she shouldn't be thinking this way. Lacie fisted her hands tightly, her nails digging in to the palm of her hands. This wasn't how things were supposed to be; how ironic. Everything wasn't the way that she had hoped it would be after her death, it is nothing but pure chaos and terror, destruction on the place she once called home. Why was she even born? Why couldn't she have died before she met Jack, so none of this would never had happened --
You gave me life! You gave me the chance to meet Alice, to meet the love and savoir of my life, Lacie! You gave me everything!
Startled, crimson irises grew wide at the sudden outburst, her protector desparately trying to call out to her, to reach her. She bit her lip; she didn't deserve any empathy! None of it; she was nothing and will always be nothing, as she had convinced herself because of her entire existence. This was all her fault; she shouldn't be the one being comforted; Oz was. After all he's been through.
"Oz, no--"
I’m alive because of you. It wasn’t your fault for causing what happened. I-It’s my fault, I’ve failed my end of the bargain, that does not mean it all shifts to you.
How easily those words slipped off his tongue. Lacie stared at him in disbelief, her heart wishing to believe it...no. She can't; she wasn't worthy, and didn't deserve those kind words. The one who needed it most -- who deserved it most, was Oz himself, not her. Not Lacie Baskerville, and not the child of misfortune. Oz.
The mockingbird embraces him tightly, feeling him bring her closer, whispering words of comfort to her as she tries to piece herself back together. No...she didn't deserve this, not at all. For now...just for this moment...those nights when she wished that she was able to speak her voice to him and tell him everything...she is finally able to. After so many years...
How easy it was for Oz to forgive her; a sinful being like her. Lacie held on to him, feeling like a weak and helpless child. She still was...never having any place to go for safety and assurance, and now, here he was. It was almost like Oz was a father and older brother to her besides Glen and Oswald, and that nearly drew a laugh out of her.
I guess this is all we needed after so long...just to finally embrace each other...
"I...I thank you, Oz, for everything. For being able to be there for Alice and Alyss, looking after them and protecting them when I was not able to. Especially during those times whenever those darlings needed someone to talk to and someone to love them...you always had a big heart, and everyone...everyone knows that, despite you being a chain.
"It's...it's not your fault, Oz, for Jack forcing you to do things you willed yourself not to do because of his own blinded wish. If only I can stop him...if only..."
Lacie trailed off, but shook her head, brushing his blonde locks out of his identical eyes. She was much quieter now, her sobs quieted down in to small hiccups, her cheeks stained with dry tears. The storm had passed over them, and the dark clouds began to part, the golden flecks flickering brighter as they dance around the two.
"You never failed me...believe me, you never did. I cannot fathom the words to let you know how grateful I am because of you..." Just as a mother would do, Lacie leaned forward, and kissed his forehead. "We just have to keep moving forward...everything will be okay now. It will be in time." After a moment, she stroked his head, humming a soft tune. Then, she began to sing.
Everytime you kissed me, I trembled like a child. Gathering the roses, we sang for the hope. Your very voice is in my heart beat, sweeter than my dream. We were there, in everlasting bloom...
Roses die, the secret is inside the pain...winds are high up on the hill, I cannot hear you. Come and hold me close, I'm shivering cold in the heart of rain. The darkness falls, and I'm calling for the dawn...
(via imgTumble)
Whenever it snows, I’m reminded of those days… The day when you found me… The day when I finally found you… And today… … - “Lacie is dead”
— Virginia Woolf
#LIKEABOSS
andenkens started fell in to the Abyss
Curious red eyes washed over the boy as she blinked in surprise, a sense of nostalgia rushing through her. Just who was this boy? He looked so familiar -- he resembled so much of someone she knew in so many ways, the words would not emerge, but remained in her throat as the golden lights of the Abyss flickered brightly around them.
Lacie cleared her throat, rubbing her arms a bit nervously. "The Abyss isn't a safe place for you to be in..." she started. Then, she took a step forward, taking a deep breathe. "I don't know who you are but...why do you seem so familiar to me?"
{Unexpected Misfortune}
a-past-without-me fell in to the Abyss
Was someone...here?
The noirette glanced over her shoulder, noting the sounds of approaching footsteps. The golden flecks seemed to flicker, and suddenly, her mind was set on fear and anxiety, her skin nearly crawling. Lacie trembled, turning her body all the way around as she noticed another figure ahead. Was it a chain...? Another fallen soldier? His prescence...it unsettled her grately, his face clouded by the darkness, turning in to a big blur. Yet, he felt familiar...yet unfamiliar...
Now is not the time to be afraid.
After a moment, she spoke. "Who are you?
misunderstood-rabbit fell in the Abyss
Sitting alone, the noirette sat on the murky waters of the Abyss, her small thin frame enveloped in the darkness and the golden flecks that surrounded her, providing the only sense of light that could possibly resemble the sun of the human world. There was nothing she could do -- she was utterly helpless. Those images of the Tragedy -- that massacre, her daughter's death, constantly replaying like a broken film on a camera in her mind. Lacie was so tempted to scream, to just fall apart and give up, wishing at this very moment that she had never been born. She had no salvation -- she was alone. Just as she had always been before, right? There was no way she could revive her daughter...not after what had happened...
Off in the distance, that's when she heard it. Was it...footsteps? Alarmed, the noirette stood hurriedly, and rushed to the source. Why was there someone else in the Abyss with her? It was a bit tiring, honestly, to help those out of the Abyss, but...they didn't belong here. She did; it was her punishment.
"Excuse me Miss, but are you--"
Red eyes widened as Lacie froze in her tracks, her breath caught in her throat. There, before her, was the girl that she wished to hold in her arms -- glimmering amethyst eyes, long brown hair.
Alice.
"A...Alice...?"
Add your URL and what are you wearing on Halloween
clockworkandtheroyals: Mad Hatter
Pie-and-the-assassin-guild:an assassin
ask-glacialgust: Tenth Doctor
ask--molly: a Dalek
ask--molly's MoD: A Weeping Angel
(whovians will understand these)
askprincesscadenece: Fionna the human
theprincessesofloveandsea: Ariel's Day Dress
the-tactical-leader: Mario xD
2spookymomentsofshadow mod:Shadow the hedgehog costume! (AK-47 INCLUDED.)
Shadow:Nothing.
ask-zombie-rainbow-dash: Slenderwoman (stilts included)
asktheghostponies: Spike from MLP:FiM
Journalist mod: Off-Duty Cop.
Rosealinathepegasus: 10th Doctor as a girl XD
Raggedy-whooves: Either Sherlock Holmes (mix of Cumberbatch and Miller) or just a steampunk ensemble.
thewolfcharmer: I'm the spine from Steam Powered Giraffe
peterwalteri: The Jon - also from Steam Powered Giraffe
sp00kycrick3t: meenah from HS
adriofthedead: i don't know :(
pipjustice: Lupin III
shyhina: Deatheater
Swordless-Fighter: A Witch.~ . o .
sadisticsunflowers: Touhouvania Yuyuko
sickeninglybeautiful/meister-boswillig: Kurloz Makara
valdis-belongs-to-loki: Fem!Austria from Hetalia
starbakihero: Human!Mordecai the Bird
HetaliaCentral: Pirate Spain (Fem version) :3
Bounoromato: Probally my pyjamas while eating the candy I bought for the kids...
narutoslover100: Joan Egbert owo
denmarkers-and-toothbrussia: Russia from hetalia
prussiapudding: Probably a Apocalyptic Lady Gaga
h31r-0f-d00m: Ballgown dreamer Terezi
whoathereequius: Princess Bubblegum in her Royal Tart Dress!! :D
apocalyptictacolord: A horror variant of Glen Baskerville. =v=
unheard-lullaby: Possible hipster variant of Leo Baskerville or just regular Pre-Humpty Dumpty Leo Nightray if I lose a bet. u vub
