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launching this into the void just to say hi and that I hope everyone’s doing good and I miss you guys 💙

also, this rp continues to be filled with the most creative people I've ever seen and I legit don’t know why I'm still surprised about this known fact of the universe.

ps: I don’t have a good explanation for disappearing - life’s just been hectic and every time I thought I should log on and give an explanation it had been even longer since and so I chickened out cause I'm a dum-dumb or forgot my damn email cause ya know-- dumb.

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unrelated but Alicia and Lily look domestic af in those gifs imagine

ari and nat

maried

heart eyes all around

wow im in pain

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when will my muse come back from the war

aka i’m not feeling great and uni aint helping

also i would like to personally say fuck you to Michelangelo thanks 

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(( @nctasja ))

#literally married

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Lisaia origin story only happened after the url lisettecroy and that’s just ironic

aka i’m sad thinking about them

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bicl·:

JULY 11, 2014

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Biel was up early that day, he had to be otherwise Ari would get to him first. He held up the can of silly string, standing a few feet from the bed and exclaiming, “Parabéns! Mais um ano em volta do sol.” He let the silly string loose on his twin, showing no mercy until the can was empty. “Eles ficaram espertos na cozinha e fizeram dois bolos.” Even when it wasn’t their birthday, they had a difficult time sharing sweets. “Mas primeiro você tem algo em seu cabelo.”

Ari woke up with her twin’s voice and just as she opened her eyes she was being attacked by the silly string. Clearly, she should have expected this. Being at Uni made her soft. She waited for the silly string to finally end before she took her arm, that had been protecting her eyes fall to her side and looked up at Biel with murder in her eyes “Odeio-te” was her only response. There was no real bite- they both knew she would keep saying it but it would never be true. He could kill someone and she would stand by his side. His next worst actually brought a smile on her face- the cakes. She had come back just in time for the cook to ask her what she wanted this year. And even better ask her to get Biel’s response too. Unfortunately for him, they had gotten a new cook that year- yet to discover the pranks the siblings pulled on each other constantly. And Biel was quiet enough that convincing her he would just adore a cake covered in fruit and chantilly was easy enough. Throwing kiki’s in the middle layer as a fun surprise was likely her best genius moment so far. She rolled her eyes as his words grabbing the chucks of silly string and throwing them at it, now a ball of goo that would just stay in her floor “Arde no inferno Satanas” She finally made the move to get up and smiled at him sweetly once she got her slippers on “E não te preocupes, eu posso ficar com o teu bolo tambem” she said before running past him and out the door. 

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barbiebraganca·:

she laughed at ari’s comment. barbara wasn’t hungry herself either — hell, was she ever ? — but she’d accompany ariel on a meal because she was trying hard not to be the person who told her sister to eat all the time because it would be good for her, she was constantly on the other end of that situation and she hated it. “ acho que tem uma torta de chocolate com frutas vermelhas na cozinha. quando eu digo acho é na esperança de que gabriel não tenha descoberto sobre ela ainda. ” that was the one passion all of them shared: sweets.

She managed a small and short smile at her sister's reply and nodded. She appreciated the normality of the situation Barbie was trying to maintain. Appreciated her family, in general, trying to look out for her and, once she asked, doing so in ways that didn’t feel too new or overbearing. But she felt like a farce. Like a liar. Like she was pretending to be this person she wasn’t anymore and maybe would never be again. This Ariel that had taken 22 years to create. “Pode ser que  tenha deixado alguma coisa para nos.” she commented getting up extending her arm to Barbie.

20/11/2016

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vincentwindsor·:

“Your family makes me feel like an introvert,” Vincent admitted, closing the door behind them as they finally found themselves alone. He kicked off his fancy shoes and put his blazer over a chair. It had been a full day of De Braganças as Portugal’s palace had held an event, and he had been a reluctant plus one. He didn’t often find himself playing the role of boyfriend, but he thought he did alright. He checked off all of the boxes, certainly; got her drinks, opened doors, spun her while they danced, made small talk with her nan. Did things not on the list, like accidentally whispering something dirty in her ear while she was drinking and nearly making her snort wine. Almost hit on one of her cousins before he came to. He stepped behind Ariel as she was taking off her accessories, hands going around her waist and leaning down to rest his chin on her shoulder.

“Foi bom praticar meu português,” He allowed, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck and suppressing a smile. “It’s going to be shit when we tell everyone we broke up, huh? Not that I made a fantastic impression on your grandpa, I don’t know what exactly I said to him but I am certain by his expression that it was not what I intended.” @arimxri

Ari laughed at Vince's words as he walked into her room. There had been a few side eyes when Ari put his suitcase alongside hers there, but they had been dating for a bit. And she had been away to college with him all this time. There was really no good reason to pretend separate rooms would make any difference. “They will do that yes. You passed the cousin test by the way Leo said she approves. Survive a game of Bisca against the twins and we’re officially allowed to wed” she joked. It was easy to say that now. That they had both agreed this wasn’t it for them. She loved Vince, he was her best friend. But she’d grown up around epic love stories her whole life. And this wasn’t it.

She leaned her head into his as he hugged her and sigh. Could she see herself growing old like this? Maybe- but Ariel threw herself off planes and mountains to feel alive. Safe wasn’t her happy ever after. And she could see Vince being happy here too. A big family that would make him part of it whether he liked to or not. “o meu português.” she corrected with a big smile on her face “But the accent was great” she continued, holding up her hand for a high five. “Oh boy. They’re both dead so that might be a legit problem. But yeah, going public with the break up is going to be- weird” she commented turning around to look at him. “How will the world cope with two catches single? After all this time?”

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barbiebraganca·:

she turned her head to look at ari the second she spoke, having been too focused on her papers that the breaking of the silence came as a little bit of a surprise. “ vinte. ” she answered, deciding to ignore the papers and focus on her sister. of course barbie hadn’t objected to the idea of having ariel stay with her for a while, it was huge enough for them both, daniel and perhaps someone else. plus since she arrived back to the palace all barbie wanted was to have eyes on ariel all the time. to know that she was safe. in the very beginning she had tried to convince herself it was just a nightmare in order not to overwhelm ariel by treating her differently. but it was too real, too recent, all the feelings she had for thirteen days were still very much present. “ o vento está gelado. ” but she did as ari asked anyway, opening the curtains first then windows and letting the natural light enter the room. “ com fome ? ”

It was hard to explain how coldness was cleansing. How if her skin started to feel tingly and numb it made her brain a little quieter. She used to hate the cold. She would hate shivering and would cover herself in a million blankets anytime the temperature dropped under 20. She had been a summer person through and through. Changing was not only the hardest thing to explain it was also the hardest to admit. So she didn’t. Shrugging at Barbie’s words. She wasn’t hungry. But she’d seen her families faces when they thought she wasn’t looking. The worry hurt. “doce não pede fome.” she tried to joke with a soft smile. 

20/11/2016

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20/11/2016

@barbiebraganca​

Exhaustion was a ruthless companion. It grabbed at her core being and cut up pieces it found unnecessary until she barely saw herself in what was left. A leather bag of flesh and organs, whose only propose was to keep living. She had been tired before, tired in a way that was good. A way that made her feel alive with the pain in her arms and legs, a pain that proved she was here. Exhaustion just made her even more apathetic. The last month or so had been an adjustment. It had been a month hadn’t it? “Que dia é hoje?” It had to have been a month already. She still had no memory of it. And people had stopped asking of course, someone had made sure of it after the state she got in the first few times. She had no idea who, but she had a few guesses. She was in Barbie’s room- she knew they were more confortable now a days if she had someone with her 24/7 - being watched and analised. It wasn’t much different in its basics to- no. She shoudn’t think of that. “Abre a janela - esta um dia bonito.” It was claustrofobic at times, to never be quite alone, but she was to tired to say something. And it came from love. 

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@nctasja

“Hey-” Ari started speaking quickly right after Natasja opened the door, smiling brightly, a few beads of sweat on her forehead as if she had run up the stairs. Which she had but that was beside the point, she quickly wiped them with the back of her hand, thinking back of all the things that were in human sweat. “Guess who has two thumbs and the least likely to get us thrown in jail for homosexuality date possible?”

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my semester starts and i poof into the mist what is new

let me know if you’d like an ari, reha or bastien  starter cause today is their day 

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who would you rather be in prison with?

“I- uhm-” No one. Thinking of even a hypothetical prison and placing someone in there to bring her comfort-   

There was a lot she was over. A lot she had fought to push down and forget and move on and not bring back up. But brains don’t work like that and there were just words or things that brought it all back up like vomit climbing up her throat to suffocate her. She was positive she couldn’t breathe and no matter how loud she screamed in her head that it was panic talking the other Ariel, the Ariel that just didn’t give a fuck about how rational that was, always screamed louder. She was going to drown. Drown in her own vomit. She had read that could happen when she was 9, in a book about a teenage ghost and it had been terrified of it ever since. For years she had panic attacks everytime she got sick or the car made her nauseous. There were long red marks up her right arm where she had been scratching at her skin like somehow her skin was an invasive creature. Which was the worst possible thought she could have had, because invasive creature reminded her of all the microscopic bugs and germs that lived on her skin, which made her nauseous again and made the panic grow more until she couldn’t separate herself from the Ariel that was screaming. The Ariel that was screaming so loud. She closed her eyes and covered her ears in desperation but it wasn’t like she could muffle the sound inside her head. Most of the time she remembered nothing from those 13 days. Most of the time those memories and all they brought with them were locked away behind walls she had no control over. The human brain and it’s sense of self-preservation. And yet something so simple could bring them all crumbling to the groud. Like the old rocks that made up the beautiful castles in the countryside - making the floor around her tremble. She was no longer sure if the screaming was just inside her head- her throat was raw and painful - both things she was only vaguely aware off. As if she was watching the scene from an outside perspective. Like she would have been feeling those things. Like a memory. All it really was was flashes. Colors or smells or voices. Voices that sounded like the evil itself personified and that made her hands tighten as she would soon find out once it was over, tuffs of blonde wrapped around her knuckles like rings. They said no real words- mumbles as if she was hearing them from underwater. Flashes of green, and cold hard ground. Of running. Running and running and not being able to breath like the air had turned water and was rising in her chest- like vomit. Vomit that was to green- green like pine needles that prickled her hands and face. Scratched her face. The dirt that was sure to be getting in the scratches. And mixing with the bugs in her skin. 

She wasn’t sure how long it had passed until she was able to calm down. But she was sure glad they had moved out of the hotel- she had never been a fan of living fully alone - needing the company and noise other people provided to ease her mind. But the small apartment, no more than a room, bathroom and a small living room and kitchen combo that she could do with what she pleased made it a lot easier to lose herself in peace. Without the fear of disturbing someone. She wrapped her arms closer to her, a little while longer sitting on the corner sounded nice. Just a small rest. A small rest for her restless mind. But then she couldn’t stop thinking about it. How the closed windows and door made her feel trapped. How she could see- from her little corner all the way to the other end of her apartment. She had made her bed this morning- not letting it air out. It needed to be changed. Washed. Scrubbed. She had given it a clean when she moved in not daring to think who had occupied the space before her and what they had left behind. But perhaps she had missed something. The open wounds in her arms and face needed to be cleaned and purged. She needed to feel clean. Scrubbing her brain wasn’t an option. But her skin felt dirty just from the memories. And space smelled stale- taste stale like iron and cotton in her mouth. 

“Siri telefona ao Dotor Ricardo”

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canonically are they answering these questions in like - and interview in person? in a live stream? or writing answers?

asking for a friend 👀 

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are you excited to marry natasja? or do you feel trapped by an arrangement?

Trapped is an awful word and I feel inclined to tell you to fuck off for talking about anyone like that much less Nat. It’s certently something I had to get used to. Have been getting used to but she’s not a prison she’s a human being and a very sweet and kind one at that.

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xkit already added an extension to fix the update it’s called ‘old blue’