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&&. if i come back here and make it everyone's problem ?

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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 ?  

love as hunger.

[ love as ravenous desire, love as something fragrant and home-built ] when florence welch said "we all have a hunger" and when jenny slate asked "who will come into my kitchen and be hungry for me?" and when violet trefusis wrote "I want you hungrily, frenziedly. passionately. I am starving for you..." and when anne carson asked "what are we made of but hunger and rage?"

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Genesis  was  born  on  March  30th,  εγλ  1980  under  the  sun  sign  Aries.    

Arians  tend  toa  be  quite  impulsive,  born  with  an  innate  love  of  competition  and  action.  The  price  of  their  aggression  &  bravery  is  an  extremely  myopic  view  of  the  world.  They  are  often  construed  as  arrogant  or  domineering,  but  ultimately  make  great  leaders  (though  perhaps  for  some  of  the  wrong  reasons).  Others  may  mistake  their  passion  for  irascibility,  which  may  or  may  not  always  be  the  case.  Though  they  love  taking  risks,  they  are  quick  to  condemn  the  same  behavior  in  others.  Arians  tend  to  be  impatient  and  choleric,  a  natural  foil  to  Capricorns  like  Angeal.  

Why  Aries  and  not  Leo?

Those  born  under  the  sun  sign  Leo  are  known  for  their  cheerful  disposition,  whereas  Genesis  tends  to  be  more  melancholy  and  melodramatic.  Furthermore,  unlike  Leos,  he  isn't  fond  of  social  situations  because  he  doesn't  posses  the  patience  for  insipid  banter.  Like  Leos,  however,  he  does  enjoy  being  the  center  of  attention  and  does  what  he  can  to  stay  relevant  and  in  the  limelight.  

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❝  So  I  understand  that  you  have  some  questions  about  LOVELESS, ❞ he begins, finding it strange that the younger SOLDIER would want to converse about his beloved epic.   ❝  Is  that  right  ?  ❞

@vctlan​ (for Luxiere).

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Genesis  didn’t  learn  how  to  swim  until  he  joined  SOLDIER  because  his  parents  were  never  keen  about  letting  him  venture  far  from  Banora.  The  countryside  lacked  natatoriums  and  Genesis  was  forbidden  from  visiting  the  lakes  that  were  in  the  vicinity  of  the  little  town.  That  being  said,  he  knew  how  to  stay  afloat  and  perhaps  tread  the  water  a  bit,  but  he  was  never  coordinated  enough  to  do  much  else.  In  Midgar,  the  poet  was  a  fast  learner  and  was  soon  able  to  keep  pace  with  those  who  had  learned  to  swim  early  on  in  life.  He  doesn’t  particularly  enjoy  swimming  and  feels  as  if  the  pastime  is  fatuous.  His  dislike  for  the  passtime  increased  upon  developing  his  wing  as  Genesis  hates  getting  his  feathers  wet.

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❝  I  fail  to  see  how  that's  my problem,  ❞  he  begins,  a  sudden  sense  of  ennui  washing  over  him.  

@turklite​

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Genesis  is  not  fond  of  sweets  and  will  seldom  make  an  effort  to  conceal  his  displeasure  if  he  receives  them.  Incidentally,  if  he  is  given  any  sort  of  food  he  will  likely  complain  about  it  simply  because  he  is  a  picky  eater.  He's  grown  out  of  complaining  about  the  food  in  the  mess  hall  and  will  simply  stick  to  eating  smaller  portions  if  the  food  is  not  to  his  liking  on  a  particular  day.  In  general,  it  is  not  a  good  idea  to  give  the  poet  food  as  a  present:  you  will  likely  receive  scathing  remarks  instead  of  thanks.  There  is  only  one  exception  to  this  rule:  Genesis  will  never  complain  about  Angeal’s  cooking.  He  is  one  of  the  few  people  who  is  quite  accustomed  to  dealing  with  the  erudite’s  peculiar  alimentary  needs.

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Genesis  is  quite  persnickety  when  it  comes  to  his  personal  grooming  habits.  He  showers  twice  a  day;  once  after  his  morning  workout  and  once  in  the  evening  before  retiring  to  his  quarters.  Such  showers  are  frigid,  as  he  believes  that  warm  baths  are  a  sign  of  weakness.  He  carries  a  distinct  aroma  of  cedar,  vetiver,  and  musk,  with  faint  undertones  of  banora  white  and  vanilla.  He's  also  fond  of  applying  makeup  whenever  possible,  even  when  about  to  exercise  or  engage  in  combat.  On  missions  where  such  luxuries  are  seldom  available,  he  often  carries  the  scent  of  blood,  sweat,  and  steel  and  is  unable  to  touch  anything  up  aside  from  his  eyebrows.  He  tolerates  it,  for  the  most  part,  for  it  is  an  obvious  indication  of  his  hard  work  and  dedication.  However,  the  erudite  strongly  dislikes  keeping  unkempt  appearances  for  extended  periods  of  time  and  will  likely  become  capricious  if  he  is  unable  to  freshen  up.  His  immaculacy,  too,  extends  to  his  uniform,  armor,  and  weapon  of  choice.  His  rapier  is  kept  in  pristine  condition.  He  polishes  the  carmine  metal  daily,  compulsively  shining  it  until  it  gleams.  The  commander’s  uniform  is  just  as  impeccable.  He  prefers  his  garments  to  be  crisp  and  neatly  ironed.  His  desire  to  maintain  a  dapper  appearance  is  likely  due  to  his  vanity.  Genesis  is  extremely  arrogant,  and  having  others  take  note  of  his  comely  appearance  merely  feeds  his  ego.  

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The  commander  has  always  believed  that  his  own  physical  strength  should  be  commensurate  with  his  intellect.  Thus,  he  habitually  rises  at  dawn  in  order  to  train  himself.  What  he  lacks  in  strength  he  makes  up  for  in  agility  and  endurance.  His  workout  regimens  are  terribly  rigorous,  filled  with  numerous  sprints  and  isometric  exercises.  Genesis  has  a  deleterious  tendency  of  punishing  himself  if  he  finishes  said  workouts  with  a  sense  of  nonfulfillment,  or  if  he  sees  stagnacncy  in  his  growth.  Such  penalties  are  almost  draconian;  he  forces  himself  to  ascetically  fast  for  days  on  end,  receiving  no  nutrients  whatsoever  and  drinking  only  water.  Angeal  always  chides  the  swordsman  about  this  noxious  habit,  but  he  simply  brushes  the  words  aside  like  a  capricious  child,  merely  stating  that  his  efforts  are    ❛  never  enough.  ❜  He  loathes  the  fact  that  despite  his  best  efforts,  he  can  never  best  the  revered  Silver  General.  Sephiroth  always  manages  to  effortlessly  eclipse  his  exploits,  which  infuriates  the  poet  to  no  end.  

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Three friends go into battle.

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裏切り者め。 you traitor.

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I want to remind every roleplayer of a few things that we tend to forget far too often.

You don’t have to have good edits to be a good roleplayer.

You don’t have to have small font to be a good roleplayer.

You don’t have to do quick replies to be a good roleplayer.

You don’t have to impress everyone and be popular to be a good roleplayer.

You don’t have to be multi-ship or single-ship to be a good roleplayer.

DO NOT ROLEPLAY TO IMPRESS.

Roleplay to be happy and write for your love of the character and for your love of writing. In fandoms, you get caught up in popularity and quality. Quality doesn’t come with fancy themes, fonts, paragraphs, words, edits, etc, etc.

It comes with your personality as the mun, your appreciation for the character, your love for your followers and your friendliness as a fellow roleplay partner. So, next time you feel the urge to bow to someone else for their ‘quality,’ just take a moment and think about what you’re doing. You’re just as good as they are.

You have your own style. You have your own way. I love you just as much as I love the ‘quality’ roleplayers, and your most loyal and loving followers will feel the same way. Do your best at all times and that’s all that matters!

KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK, EVERYONE!

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       it’s been a blast to my ass, starting as paopusky, becoming coronare, making a jump to keyblxde, & shifting into valiet. i started roleplaying as sora on march 03, 2013  & i haven’t stopped. roleplaying such an amazing character is a great honor & privilege, & i can’t imagine myself playing any other heroic protag with a golden heart & jingly-jangly pants with an incredible ass & beautiful face.

              so thank - you. whether you’ve been here since the start,                   or joined the party along the way ; all i ask is that if you’re                   in this party, please fucking heal me.

♔  —— CROWNED. |  i looked everywhere for you ! 

valiet ▪ mxelstrom ( ★ ) ▪ wayfiinder  ( ★ ) ▪ dawniisms ( ★ ) ▪ xreveried ( ★ ) ▪ nesciret ( ★ ) ▪ stabilitate ( ★ ) ▪ lambencies ( ★ ) ▪  oathlceeper ( ★ ) ▪  datavox ( ★ ) ▪  venatorx ( ★ )

★ —— STARS. | this ship runs on happy faces ! 

0peram ▪  abissale ▪  adsidues ▪  aisumadoushi ▪  amdrxg ▪  apocalipsiss ▪  atracaelos ▪  blackmage-lulu ▪  bladeblooded ▪  brassoise ▪  buriifu ▪  busui ▪ c-h-i-t-a-n ▪  cambixn ▪  chosenbyfire ▪  chthanic ▪  claireverie ▪  cosmocoded ▪  crescenthana ▪  crownofsmiles ▪  daijitsu ▪  destinedkey ▪  dexterize ▪  donalddxck ▪  draahkehaan ▪  drakedomitor ▪  dreajano ▪  durasilex ▪ enveigle ▪  envynite ▪  esperignition ▪  galaxychord ▪  gentiliity ▪  glaieulux ▪  godkilller ▪  hotazu ▪  individualiisms ▪  inepti ▪  infeliix ▪  inhumanistic ▪  inpetrita ▪  kenmatic ▪  kiirose ▪  kiraahachi ▪ labeautes ▪  lichtprinz ▪  lioniism ▪  loveslargebananas ▪  maliignantt ▪  mammaterasu ▪  masochisticsadist ▪  mortiuum ▪  oceanniist ▪  offabletown ▪  ofredblood ▪  persuadedbyboko ▪  praellias ▪  rapusodosu ▪  reginapedes ▪  retinentiiia ▪  reverse-gaia ▪  revesourir ▪  rubyfists ▪  saikuloid ▪  sawakool ▪  scnne ▪  scythewielding ▪  serelli ▪  shishijiin ▪  shouyos ▪  singlasses ▪  skyprxnce ▪  soldimension ▪  sollertis ▪  spxrare ▪  stalworth ▪  streiiken ▪  styxgian ▪  svedauth ▪  svikinnar ▪  temporaliis ▪  tuxedomxsk ▪  vaanisms ▪   wingshead ▪  winkchain ▪  wxyfinder ▪  xaedificare ▪  xdelinquency ▪  xvaleant

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Radiohead - Remyxomatosis (Christian Vogel Remix)

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The gift of the Goddess.

(Here it is intact.)

Thanks for 5k+ watchers!

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             --A blaze of heavenly fire made made azure hues become sightless,                  instantaneously precipitating gloved digits to serve as an a e g i s                 against the lambent phenomenon. Irastellae had v a n i s h e d--                 transmogrified into what appeared to be a coliseum. Admittedly, the                 materialization of the new locus came as a shock, as the poet had                 underestimated the power of whatever deities that presided over the                 planet { or what was left of it } and assumed that the invitation to fight                 was nothing more than a sham. Darkness enveloped the arena, save                 for the areas illuminated by an occasional flash of lightning. A rush of                 adrenaline heightened the swordsman's senses -- though perhaps it                 was also responsible for rousing an unshakable sense of p a r a n o i a                 as well. His lithe frame adopted a cautionary stance upon catching sight                 of a figure in the distance, his vigilance refusing to dissipate after picking                 out the stranger's voice. Lightning coruscated in the starless sky and                 illumined her agile features for a brief moment. 'Twas an e p h e m e r a l                 occurrence, but the fleeting moment granted him more than enough time to                 evaluate his opponent. Nimble. Fleet-footed. Perhaps she would prove to                 be a formidable opponent { or rather, an exigent target }. Her virescent                 hues evinced her tenacity, though perhaps this was simply a veneer that                 was supposed to intimidate him. How he would love to do away with her                 indomitable spirit in the same manner he had extinguished the flames of hope                 that once burned fervently within the hearts of his adversaries. Had it been an                 ordinary encounter, he may have chosen to cut her down without lifting a                 finger. Empirical knowledge adduced that a silver tongue proved to be just                 as lethal as a blade, especially in quotidian endeavors.

                        ---But wonted, this was not.       

           --He offered a slight nod in riposte, but nothing more. For her inquiry had                   communicated both her identity and her intentions. The sonneteer proceeded                   to unsheath his rapier with a swift extension of his arm and immediately passed                   his palm over the blade so as to cause its surface to irradiate in a manner not                   unlike an ember. An altercation was inevitable, and he was set on emerging a                   victor. ❝ You will find that formalities are of no consequence whilst in my                   presence,❞ he began as his muscles tensed in preparation of what was to                   come. The combatant inclined his head slightly as the digits of his free hand                   curled, ❝ Now then --❞ He snapped his fingers, the gesticulation sending                   esurient flames soaring through the frigid air. Though the thief was not the                   intended target of the inferno { the flames lapped away instead at the many                   cressets that adorned the arena }, a feeling of sheer e x h i l a r a t i o n washed                   over him. For it truly was a pleasure to burn. --

                                    ❝Shall we?❞      

мaтcн...ѕтarт!

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Look at you

                                                                            fashioning people into

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