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TO ALL MY RP PARTNERS

❤️❤️❤️ I love you❤️❤️❤️

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Reunion - [closed]

theirunluckystars: Continued from (x)

Alex didn’t say anything as he slid the lid of the piano back open. He played a small tune from the new world symphony as he tried to gather his thoughts. The rise and fall of the tense notes that gave away to a hopeful few bars calmed him a bit and allowed him to think. He didn’t look up from the keyboard as he tried to make sense of it all.

It had been so long since Iolar had gone and disappeared from his life one day. The thief had been there, responding to texts as usual, and then there was only radio silence. Alex hadn’t known what to think. He could only suspect the worse, that the thief had met his end in some heist gone astray. Having Iolar come back looking a bit worse for wear like this only reopened the old wounds and fears that had only just recently begun to heal.

He huffed out in annoyance when he realized he was repeating the same few bars of tense notes giving away to hopeful ones over and over again. It reflected how he felt at the moment but- he quickly switched over to danse macabre. Ah, now there was a song that reflected how he felt right now.

“Sorry for what?” He didn’t give Iolar time to answer as he continued to speak. “You know, I would have appreciated a note or something if you were planning on turning up. Would have made for a less awkward first meeting for one thing, an explanation wouldn’t be amiss either.” He paused as he continued to play and lose himself somewhat in the forceful notes of the song. “What did you think would happen when you turned up here? I would open you with welcome arms and forget that you disappeared for so long? I thought you were dead, Iolar. Whatever we are from now on out, it’s not going to erase that fact Iolar.” He slowed his playing somewhat and looked to the thief with tired eyes. “I suppose I’m glad that you’re not dead though.” Alex looked as if he was going to say something else but he only shook his head and went back to playing the piano.

Iolar froze at Alex simply opening back up the piano, starting to play it again. He was trying to work through his thoughts, and Iolar would let him. He couldn’t look at him, couldn’t speak. He just had to wait, and hope that Alex wouldn’t hate him. Yet again, maybe he hoped Alex would hate him, at least they both hate the same person, then. Iolar in no way deserved Alex’s friendship or affection.

When Alex spoke, he finally looked up. He was tired, almost beaten down, but he wanted to explain himself. At least tell Alex what happened. If he wanted nothing to do with him after that-. Well, that was Alex’s choice. He gripped at his arms as he listened, his gaze dropping to the floor. Alex was angry, and rightfully so. He was glad he wasn’t dead? Somehow, the words stung. That was something someone said to a stranger. Maybe that’s what they were now. Strangers.

“... I- couldn’t find the words for a note. I tried to write it so many times on the way here, dialed in your number on my phone, but- I couldn’t.” Iolar couldn’t look up at him. “I came because I wanted to-... explain. I don’t expect you to f-forgive me, or welcome me back. If you want, I’ll go. I’ll go, and- you won’t ever have to see or be hurt by me ever again.” 

Iolar looked up at him, but his words caught in his throat. He had to look away before he could continue. “... I got- I got caught, Alex. I was in prison. The sort where- where you don’t get a phone call, you don’t have anything but a- a dark hole and a slot where stale food gets shoved in every couple days. I- I escaped, a few weeks ago. I-... didn’t want to p-put you in any danger, so I- stayed away until I was sure th-they were off my trail. This was the-... the soonest I could come back. I’m-... so sorry. If-... you need t-time or... or if you don’t want to see me again, I understand and- and I’ll go.”

Maybe it would’ve been better for Alex to continue to believe him dead.

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(( Sorry I’ve been MIA |D I work a fair bit for the next little bit but my schedule should hopefully be evening out soon. I have the basic sketches done for most of the drawing prompts I received, I just need to refine them a little is all. Feel free to message me about plotting or just in general, I’ll be around for a couple hours before I have to head out for work. ))

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silent / action starters

“*ruffles your hair*”

“*finger guns*”

“*looks through your stuff*”

“*runs into at full speed*”

“*kisses your cheek*”

“*kicks*”

“*pulls on ski mask*”

“*licks lips*”

“*leaps into your arms*”

“*wiggles eyebrows*”

“*drags you away by the arm*”

“*rolls eyes*”

“*gives you the middle finger*”

“*pokes*”

“*begins to tap dance*”

“*eats a sandwich*”

“*puts hands on hips*”

“*gives thumbs up*”

“*blows you a kiss*”

“*punches your arm*”

“*cracks knuckles*”

“*starts rubbing your shoulders*”

“*takes shirt off*”

“*looks at disapprovingly*”

“*wipes tear away*”

“*taps foot*”

“*gestures to come closer*”

“*blows balloon*”

“*gets down on one knee*”

“*tackles you to the ground*”

“*lights candle*”

“*throws ball*”

“*makes a heart with hands*”

“*smirks*”

“*gives thumbs down*”

“*lifts you into the air*”

“*blows nose*”

“*paints your nails*”

“*puts head on your shoulder*”

“*trips you*”

“*sticks tongue out at*”

“*chokes on own spit*”

“*flexes*”

“*locks door*”

“*glares at*”

“*holds your hand*”

“*pinches*”

“*waves at*”

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Send 📹 for a drabble about a home video of my muse!

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Ask about my Muse's children

🌱- When is their birthday? Where were they born? What was the time of day? 🔠- Who named them? What does their name mean? 💤- Was it difficult to get them to fall asleep at night? 🌀- Were they a social, giggly baby? Or were they a shy baby who did not like forced socialization? 🍳- What is their favorite childhood dish? 🐻- Did they have a favorite teddy bear/stuffed animal? 🏡- What kind of environment did they grow up in? Was it in a rural or farmlike home? Or did they grow up in the cities? Or were they a small town/suburban child? 👦🏻- What was preschool/kindergarten like? 👧🏻- What was elementary/middle school like? 👱🏻‍♀️- What was high school/college like? 🌋- How often did they get caught doing something bad? 🌡- Did they get sick a lot as a child? Did they ever have to go to the hospital for any reason? 🎀- What kinds of games/activities did they like to play? 🎏- Did they have a lot of friends? Can you describe a few? 💢- Did they ever have a rebellious phase? ❓- Did they ask a lot of questions when they were younger? Did they like to explore the world? 🗯- How well did they get along with their siblings? 🔷- Free question!

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Reblog if you’re a plantser*!

A mix between plotter and pantser, someone who has a basic idea or plot bit also sorta wings it.

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If I should die tomorrow     Know this of me   I did try      God did I try.

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                                                       the DEVIL didn’t scare me                                              so what makes you think that YOU could?

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          ᴀɴᴅ ɪғ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ’s ᴀ           ʀ   ᴇ   ᴀ   s  ᴏ  ɴ           ɪ'ᴍ             sᴛɪʟʟ           ᴀ    ʟ    ɪ    ᴠ    ᴇ

                          ᴡʜᴇɴ sᴏ ᴍᴀɴʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ                           ᴅ        ɪ        ᴇ       ᴅ, 

                                               ɪ'ᴍ ᴡɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ                                                ᴡ     ᴀ     ɪ     ᴛ                                                ғᴏʀ              ɪᴛ.

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A warrior’s heart knows surviving starts when the lamps start turning themselves off.

Channing McClaren (via sterlingink)

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Don’t ever back me into a corner expecting me to break.

                           I do not go gentle.

             I will take every single tear I shed on your behalf and use it as ammo in the war that you started.

                               I will fight until I can’t fight anymore and I will win.

Because while I might seem fragile to you

                  { I have won more battles than you could imagine }

        and I am stronger than any warrior this planet could muster up.

                                                        You bite me and I will bite back.

           The trick is —-

                                         —- my teeth are [ s h a r p e r  ] than yours.

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there was BLOOD in his EYES 

&& a HOLE the shape of his BROTHER in his SOUL 

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they say  ❝ fight for peace. ❞                 …does it exist ??

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If I got rid of my demons, I’d lose my angels.

Tennessee Williams, Conversations with Tennessee Williams (via sterlingink)

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                                             darkness, darkness everywhere,                                        – do you feel all ALONE?