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your mind is a kaleidoscope. it perceives the world with shapes and colours that exist only to you. but keep quiet, darling; they would never understand. your eyes are quicksand; they devour all light around them. you are blind, but you can see. your lips speak only truths. you could not lie if you wanted to. your heart beats with the wisdom of a thousand lives. you have seen them all, though you have lived none but your own. your hands are your tools. to capture that which you cannot see, to create what you perceive, and to touch the fates of those around you. they are sacred. use them well. your soul is a temple, but darling, look to the city; these are times when temples burn.

[terasmitera-blog]

i feel like not enough people on here voice when they like something. i feel like we tend to worry that we might come off as creepy or needy or obsessive, and i think that needs to change. writers deserve to know when you like their character or their writing, so if you enjoy something about someone’s blog, whether it be their theme or their characterization or their use of certain literary devices, TELL THEM!! it inspires people to know that those consuming their work are enjoying it. it might keep someone from giving up on something they love because they think no one’s interested. trust me, no matter how many followers someone has or if they play an oc or a canon character, they’ll appreciate it. so spread your lovin’.

[constantinecaps]

[wizxrdhowl-blog]

a day dream?

         if they were considering it a DREAM of sorts,          howl would have called it a n i g h t m a r e .

the girl’s eyes looked more present,        but there was something dull about them —               a look Howl recognized whenever he looked in a mirror.

“ What I know about day dreaming                       must be quite different from what you know.    My day dreams involve magic and beautiful women.                       I imagine that isn’t what you were thinking about just now. “

[viidens-blog]

   she’s still not entirely recovered from her episode,    and his words are a bit of a blur. but she does her    best to respond coherently, as difficult as it is. 

         ‘ NOT quite, no ----but i’m fine, really. i have             trouble staying focused for a very long time. ‘ 

   almost as if on cue, she turns her attention to the papers    sprawled out in front of her ;; the sketchbook in her lap.    she’d almost forgotten what she’d been doing before her    vision hit, and she’s suddenly scrambling to gather her    papers together. most of this is not the type of thing she’d    like to share with strangers.

[burzxm-a-blog]

      The S C R E A M S had been louder today, for some reason. They filled       his head with t e r r i b l e noise, and he couldn’t stand it. Even the       bloodlust that coated his throat in an aching d e s i r e did little to       compare to the ghosts of his victims that haunted his every thought.                                                                                     ( just drink. )                                                                              ( one more person. )                                                                        ( their voices will go away. )             Mitchell closed his eyes, attempting to still the t r e m b l i n g of             his hands through C L E N C H E D fists. He was startled when the             spoke to him ( one that didn’t plague his head ), eyes sauntering             open as he curled back defensively. He had not expected to be             interrupted here.                    ”Y-yeah I’m fine. Jus’ needed a breather, yeah?                Bein’ around people cahn sometimes get overwhelmin’.”

[viidens-blog]

   the smile she offers is a kind one. she knows not that he is plagued    by voices in his mind, by bloodlust and a challenge of willpower    ----but she knows what it is to have dark days. she knows what it    means to tell people you’re fine when you don’t really mean it. 

         ‘ I GET that. ‘ 

   not in the same way that he does, certainly ----his darkness is    different than any she’s ever known, but people tire her at times,    too. her senses overwhelm her in crowds, and it can be difficult,    even impossible, to turn them off. 

         ‘ CAN i buy you a drink? ‘

[maestrodartea]

                   “That doesn’t make it any easier for                                 those of us that don’t use the                                 camera as a crutch…”

{ perhaps that was pushing it a   little. the artista sighed and   scratched at his chin before   quickly apologising for his   brash words. }

                                             “I apologise. That wasn’t— - Very                                                polite of me. I’m sure your work                                               is stunning.”

          { and even if it wasn’t, he had no              right to act with such hostility.              he paused, looking her over for              a moment before turning his              attention to the sketches of              the birds, filling in a wing. }

                                                                          “Have you a favourite subject?”

[viidens-blog]

   the look on her face is a clear sign that she doesn’t    appreciate that jab. truthfully, if he hadn’t made the    effort to apologize so soon after, she would have had    something to say about it. she’s kind, but she won’t    be walked over. 

         ‘ APOLOGY accepted. thank you. ‘ 

   she would say more on the matter, but there’s not much    else to say without being equally as rude as he had been. 

         ‘ I DO ----people, as cliche as it might sound.            i love people. the things we do when we think            no one’s looking says a lot about us. about            where we come from and who we are.                      ------how about you? ‘

[wizxrdhowl-blog]

he recognized the magic happening behind her eyes. he didn’t want to think about what had triggered the girl’s sight — if it were him, or some other poor sod. he knelt before her, waiting for her eyes to find him. 

                                        “ are you a l l r i g h t ? “

[viidens-blog]

   she hears his voice SOMEWHERE ;; follows it,     to lead her out of whatever darkness she’d been    engrossed in ----that’s for her to know, and you    to never find out. 

   her eyes don’t refocus when she’s pulled from her    vision, but something in them changes. she looks    more present, if nothing else. 

         ‘ I-- I’M alright. i’m alright, yes, thank you.            just... day dreaming. you know. ‘

[ghostantine]

[multiplism-blog]

          in actuality, they feel that a love of profession is nothing short           of a good thing and enthusiasm about something important to           a person shouldn’t be discouraged — but then, jake’s always           been the clone least likely to express such a thing. cold  guilt           drips down the back of his shirt — he frowns and shrugs as if           to shake  it off. now her  immediate emphatic  explanation is            over, it’s  easier to  extract  himself  from  the  distraction  of           paying attention  to Bree’s class a whole  borough over and           settle into quiet interest in something more local.                     “nah, it’s — that’s a good thing. don’t apologise.                               i take it’s going well then, the photography?”

[viidens-blog]

   photography is her PASSION. she would take about it for    hours on end, if she could. days if anybody would listen,    and probably even if they wouldn’t. but she’s gathered that,    while he might be more polite about it now, he can’t be all    that thrilled with the previous topic of conversation. so she    will make her answer brief, and provide the opportunity to    change the topic quickly afterwards.

         ‘ IT’S... going as well as freelance photography            can go, i guess. but it’s my passion before it’s            my job, so i could be broke and i’d still say it’s            great. ------what is it you do, if i can ask that? ‘

[wellmanneredmonster-blog]

Jonathan raised a brow in confusion at the other’s request. He was offended. Did she think he was braindead? It was obvious that if he allowed her request to delay the evaluation he would never see her again. He narrowed his glossy azure eyes. 

“Yes.” He gave a curt nod, a frown tugging at his lips. “It does have to be today.”

[viidens-blog]

   of course ----she was grasping at straws with that one,    anyway. very, very short straws. but it was worth a shot,    right?

   she sighs quietly, giving a shrug of compliance. 

         ‘ OKAY. can we at least make it as quick as            possible, please? this really isn’t my idea of            a good time. ‘

[wellmanneredmonster-blog]

“Look, I don’t make the rules.”

“If the police department requests a psychiatric evaluation, I must comply.” 

[viidens-blog]

   she’s been worried this day would come for quite some time.    a PSYCHIC isn’t often seen as sane, no matter how hard she    tries to hide her gifts. 

         ‘ DOES it have to be today? i’m supposed to meet my            mother in half an hour. she’ll be lost in this city with-            -out me. ‘ 

   not really. if she’s granted a delay, she’ll run for the hills and    never look back.

[hybridfuckups]

  Alton was more than capable of handling himself   when needed, but that was the secret he had to   keep to himself. Still he couldn’t help but notice   it was really just an energy shift of sorts, the   fact that she was using everything but her eyes   was the give away. But he wasn’t going to make   any comment, he didn’t need to, it wasn’t that   big of a deal to him really. Alton was more intent   and focused on the dog anyways.

        “What a complete sweetheart, it’s good he          can be a total badass too.”

[viidens-blog]

   were she to know that he was aware of her situation,    and that he hasn’t said anything about it, she’d be very    grateful, indeed. it’s not much to ask, but she’s always     been a little paranoid and a lot insecure of anyone know-    -ing her dirty little secret. she imagines she’ll be jud-    -ged like none other ----which is the great thing about    dogs. cujo is easily her best friend, and easily the very    least judgmental person - er, dog - she knows. 

         ‘ HE DOES his job well. and he’s            not a bad cuddle buddy, either. ‘

[multiplism-blog]

               “Your enthusiasm right now is—-”           a jumbled wave of his fingers matched with a           grimace is supposed to convey his aversion,           but it’s entirely possible it’s lost in translation.

[viidens-blog]

   yeah, you could say his gesture is LOST IN TRANSLATION.    especially considering she can’t see any of it. but she’s far too    stubborn to advertise the fact that she’s unable to catch it, so    she’ll play along. 

         ‘ SORRY... i get pretty caught up in my work.            i forget that it’s not everybody’s cup of tea. ‘

[m3mories]

[viidens-blog]

                  burzxm

   there’s something very, very DARK about this person.    whomever - or whatever - they are, it frightens her. and    yet... she has the urge to ask if they’re alright. she’s    learned to trust her gut on these things, so while she does    keep a safe distance, she can’t help but inquire. 

         ‘ EXCUSE me... are you okay? ‘

[viidens-blog]

                  wizxrdhowl

   now, it might look like she’s staring at you, from her spot    on the ground. but really, she sees something that most    wouldn't be able to see even if they tried. it’s all rather    morbid ----nothing worth talking about. 

[viidens-blog]

                  slleepyeyes     

 she approaches you, camera in hand and a curious  smile on her face. she stays back a safe distance,  and while she’s looking right at you, she can’t actually  see you.

      ‘ EXCUSE me ----do you mind          if i take a couple shots of you? ‘

 she doesn't have a clue what you’re doing, but that’s  what makes it interesting.

[viidens-blog]

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