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Bye Bye <3

I have been on tumblr for I think ten years by now, actively roleplaying through the ups and downs of my life and my personal growth. However, for the past months, I could no longer bring myself to actually write on here. Hell, I even uninstalled Tumblr on my phone because the bugged sideblog notifications bothering me outweighed the benefit of, well, having tumblr installed.At this point, I cannot see myself going back to Tumblr RP. 

I started out on tumblr, barely speaking english, unhappy, suicidal, an insecure teen in middle school. But I am happy now. I am two semesters away from finishing my master’s degree. I feel like I have outgrown tumblr at this point, or at least the communities I have come into contact with.

I am still a passionate roleplayers, and I actively write on discord. Please, feel free to add me. I will be happy to continue writing with people, but not on here. Thank you to everyone who stuck around. 

To everyone else: I wish you well and I hope there is only good things in the future for you! <3

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NGL, I do miss tumblr and roleplaying here - of course, in february, i have four exams and absolutely NO time to come back but when that is done... I definitely want to look into trying to see if anything can be salvaged here. 

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so, the situation has not changed. Followers old and new are welcome to add me here if you wish to write! I do not see myself coming back to tumblr at the minute

You find me here. I do not know when I will return to activity here, or if I am going to at all. I will try to write up a more eloquent post at some later point, but right now, have this.  I still roleplay on discord, it’s my main activity, but my days of multipara writing and weeks between replies are most likely over and tumblr is just not the right platform for me as of now

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i love when people are like “i bet you don’t even care” like yes, you’re right, i actually don’t, thank you for noticing. will you stop talking now

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ulvlord‌:

Its true that she should have her own indepedence, but as long as Ignes doens’t listen, as long as she continues her experiments, and everything, she will have a permanent mark from the other nobles, one that would incline the noblesse to put her to eternal sleep.

“…Yes.. I am.”

His heart breaks because he could not stop this.

Nobles were truly…horrible parents, when they could not understand their own children.

“perhaps you should rest.”

      “Why do you have to be like that?”    Ignes did not know whether she understood him or not and she was not sure whether she wanted to understand. He did not want to die. Alright. She did not want him to die, either. But he kept hiding her, kept forcing her to pretend her students were her research partners of equal standing, he kept treating her like a damn  c h i l d.

    “You cannot treat me like a little girl forever! I am a grown woman! Are you doubting that?” Angrily, with shaking hands, she fumbled with the buttons of her shirt before she realized how utterly asine her train of thought was. Ignes took a rattling, angry breath. “Stop smothering me! I should be an elder of the Union and everyone who knows my work knows that! If I cannot be clan leader, then let me have an elder seat instead! Let me have ANYTHING that is mine!”

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dryadalismagicae‌:

TREATED WELL ENOUGH indeed; and Lyrian would continue that care to his utmost ability for as long as the fellow before him lived, however long that may be. Regardless, Lyrian leaned comfortably upon a stool, listening to every word in which was spoken to him so to take it all in. “Advanced Red Lyrium Poisoning-” He then repeated, humming softly to himself; “I’ve had acquaintances studying such a thing.” Another hum and the elf was meandering around the infirmary; “Their studies are showing that further relief is found in the use of a concoction made with Dawn Lotus’-” He continues, flicking through a pile of papers smothered in scrawling handwriting. “…. and embrium flowers-”  LYRIAN THEN CATCHES himself before he dwells too far into his thought process, offering a timid smile; “I have your balms and elfroot ready - but I am willing to brew this for you, if you wish, to see if it helps any further.”

“By all means, go ahead, it's not like it can get much worse.” But oh, it could, he had seen it for himself and he knew that he, too, would collapse one day. His insides would be torn by red crystals growing in his lungs and guts and he would be pierced and torn to shreds and he would die a slow death, bleeding out in his own hollow husk. The mere thought made him squirm slightly on his chair.

“Hey. I already had the same talk with your predecessor and... when the time comes, let me die with at least a shred of dignity, and with that I mean: fast. It's better to die than to rot alive.” Hopefully this elf would understand that he was fighting a losing battle. “If you think you can heal this shit, or if you are here to save everyone who gets put in your care, ask someone else to jump in for you, lad.”

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rhings that give me suffering: Janna being a thirsty bith like ma’am pls

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Tag your OC that swears in front of a kid and then goes, “Oh, shit, my bad.”

You know the one.

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shield-of-shame‌:

“Settled as much as I can, Inquisitor,” he said wearily. He could not feel at home so soon after losing Maddox.

In truth no place felt like home to him, not since he was expelled from the Order back in Kirkwall. No…even before. He had not felt at home since he was very young…while his mentor still lived. Knight-Commander Guylian’s unjust fate had left Samson…as it did most of the Order…gutted. Of course Meredith and Grand Cleric Elthina wasted no time in seizing the opportunity…a large part of the reason for Samson’s feelings toward the Chantry.

After the attack on Haven, many people clearly still distrusted him. He could not blame them. Nor would he be surprised to learn that the Inquisitor shared their feelings at least somewhat. She would not be as intelligent as he gave her credit for, had she been otherwise.

“I’m glad we made it this far. This place seems…safe enough. At least fer now. And…congratulations. Fer what my opinion matters, I think they picked right.”

“I am more of a figurehead than anything, really,” she assured. Though she would sometimes help her advisors settle disputes on what they believed to be the best approach to a problem, the Inquisition was in their hands, not hers, even if some people thought she was the one calling the shots here. Maker forbid! Just as they had consulted her opinion in Haven, when the need arose, she assumed things would continue that way.

“You know, it feels like I left home to see the world a lifetime ago. Like another person set out South.” It made her fear she might not return to the North – for now, though, she needed to survive Corypheus and, more importantly, survive the aftermath. Once the Inquisition was no longer needed because all rifts were closed and all venatori were scattered... what use would she have left? Janna feared that moment. But until then...

  “Are you going to stay here?”, she asked. It was a legitimate question, after all, and if she could, she would leave, most likely. She would not hold any grudges against anyone who had the choice and took it.

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Scarred cheeks girlfriends!

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lwiica-archive‌:

     Calanthe understood the pain cerys felt, she did. the kind of pain that never truly goes away, no matter how much time has passed, no mater how old one was or how strong they may seem. hearing the young woman speak, she nodded her head, but didn’t respect her wish, instead stepping closer.

      “ i was fourteen when my father passed. “ she spoke softly, her voice ringing a bell of familiarity. how many times did she read stories to cerys, ciri and hjalmar when they were but children… “ i spent an entire night, day and night by his deathbed as he fought the infection. then, i wouldn’t leave the crypt underneath the castle for days. they brought me food there. “ 

     she spoke, knowing that her story would not comfort the red-headed woman in the slightest. slowly, she slid the hood of her own, ashen-grey hair, shining with silver in the light of the candles. the same her mother had, the same her daughter and granddaughter inherited. 

     “ i only left the crypt when it was time for me to put on the crown. “

      she wasn’t surprised in the slightest cerys hadn’t recognised her right away. it’s been so long, and she probably wouldn’t even search for her in her memory to connect the face she saw, as she’s been pronounced dead such a long time ago… 

Her expression was one of obvious disbelief, for the dead never came back to mourn their own. Not like this. Not with a gentle voice and rosy skin. This voice she had long forgotten now returned to her memory, freshly etched into her mind. She had mourned this woman who stood before her. Cerys took a step back and she had half a mind to reach for her dagger as if it could protect her from the confusion and all other emotions she would come to feel once the first wave of shock was gone.

“How?!” No. She should not ask that. People survived all the time, and in the chaos... but more importantly... “Why now? Where have you been?!” The course of the world could have been different, had she not died – no, disappeared like that. “... Is it really you?!”

Not even a doppler could come and play this part, but the real question was, indeed, why she had come here, now, and not sooner. Cerys exhaled shakily. “Is it really you?”, she repeated as though they both did not know the answer. [ @lwiica​ ]

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“He’s toxic. His smile will poison you. His boyish charm dangerous. The glint in his eyes as he challenges you to do something devious is lethal.”

— (via hellothisistruth)

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ulvlord‌:

And there it was, the moment he had been dreading all this time. As a father, he must lie, as someone who values , or used to value everything else, there was something like telling the truth. His words, what good did they do?

 Sir Urokai is merely the more acceptable target, Has she not heard of the union elders dying left and right? There were too many problems that could occur should Ignis be released into the world… and as a father, he must protect her at all costs. 

 “That is enough, all that has been done, is to protect you. Thats all you need to know.” unsatisfactory, demeaning, but Ignis… she is not ready for reality. 

Ignes balled her fist and smashed it down on the table, breaking the sleek marble plate clean. Bullshit. He knew that this was bullshit and he still kept telling her such things as if they were not downright asine nonsense!

“Protect me from what? Being able to finally being an adult of my own right?! I am way over a thousand years old! I am older than almost all clan leaders of the new generation! And I am still supposed to cling to your frock like a timid child!”

But she was no child! She was a grown woman, and she wanted to be treated like the adult she was. “You’re unfair!”

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fate decreed that I have to do it to you so that I can win my freedom

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neomacaught‌:

   When Neoma had awoken, she wasn’t completely, totally sure, of course, that she hadn’t simply woken from a dream. Parts of it seemed to slip away from her memory from the moment she sat up, and the weight of the ash in her lungs and against her skin again was enough to make her doubt completely in the validity of what she’d seen.

   She knew it wasn’t a dream when the people were released of the curse. When all hands had stopped building, and the island seemed to be in a gentle sweep of celebration at freedom.

   It was more than a little difficult, in the midst of the palpable relief, to convince them to go back to where they’d just been freed from. 

   She offered them compensation of amazing amounts – half from being awful with her money, half as incentive. She attempted to explain no one would be caught under a spell again. She thought the sway of her being a Dunmer and a Dragonborn to boot would help convince the residents of Solstheim to undertake the task. 

   It didn’t work. They were all too wary of the place – and now of her, for attempting to push it so avidly. A few with especially empty pockets would approach her when they believed others couldn’t see and agree to begin the work outlined, but it was still nowhere near enough to accomplish what she had promised. 

   It was fortunate that Neoma didn’t seem to care that they called her some religious zealot as she stood near the docks and offered easy work to whatever visitors were unboarding. Many undertook her task, and slowly but surely, she began rebuilding the ranks of the builders. 

   But, the operative word in there, of course, was: slowly. 

Blessed be those who had time to idle. Miraak certainly had none – the more time passed, the more likely Hermaeus Mora would gain awareness of his schemes. He was running out of time. Though he could feel that the Dragonborn was making progress, she was simply too slow – and so, he sought her out in her dreams once more. The amphitheater was dark this time, the candles that had lit their first encounter had been extinguished since. A single bleak light fell down unto the masked man who waited for the woman who had sworn to help him.

“With each passing day, my time wanes. Dovahkiin  – I will not put the freedom of those people over my life. You have tried your best, I have no doubt, but against a daedric prince, that best is not enough.”

He spoke calmly, matter-of-factly, and even feigned a touch of grief he did not feel. This was no threat, merely a simple warning. They could be civil, and surely she would understand. If not, she was a fool. “Please do not try to get in my way, Dovahkiin. I do not wish to be your enemy, but I will not risk my life or another five thousand years of imprisonment to soothe your sense of justice.”

Finally, Miraak turned around to her, met with that grey darkness of a face he has never seen and could not fathom. “I hope you understand.”

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Wanted Plots

If any of these potentially interest you, please like this post and I will dm you? This also goes for all the followers i have never interacted with, it’s a great way to get started regardless! They are all very vague, and just outline potential base dynamics

Arranged/Political Marriage: uhm I love those plots okay. Not necessarily romantic (absolutely not. I love plots where it’s just.. friendly) I can offer Miraak, Maduke, Janna and Aelinore for those plots. Cerys is up to discussion ig

Apprentice: An apprentice/squire to one of my more experienced muses. Be it in matters of magic, politics, war - someone whose muse wishes to learn from Miraak, Ignes or Maduke is very welcome! 

Who is that person: Dragon Age, Duke Adan was married when Maduke, the demon of Greed, took possession of him. His change does not go entirely unnoticed by his wife. What their relations prior to this “takeover” were is up to plotting

Shining knight 1: Knights, advisors and soldiers in the personal squad of one of my nobler muses, mostly Aelinore, Janna, Maduke, Miraak and Cerys. 

Shining Knight 2 :My muse is a knight/guard to yours. Janna (Au dependent), Samson, Ignes being the best candidates

Wise counsel: One of my muses is an advisor to yours, mostly Ignes, Maduke´or Miraak. Wise advice to the best of your muse not guaranteed. Or, aternatively, your muse is an advisor to one of mine, mostly Janna, Maduke, Miraak, Cerys or Historia

The spiriualt: Thomas is a priest. Let him provide assistance and support, regardless of your muse’s personal beliefs. Things can be worked out!

Old friends: Just pre-establish a friendship. Boom. Done.