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my rp blogs are the only place i can feel safe enough talking about this bc we have mutual friends in literally every other circle i'm in sorry to everyone for depression posting

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ever have someone who used to be your entire world assume the worst things about you just because you're fucking autistic? lol

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i hope this is the worst heartbreak i'll ever feel because anything worse and it's over for me lmfao. no will to live or get out of bed or even be awake lol.

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if anyone would like my discord btw just ask

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#FAAEBAE. anna winden || original faerie character with verses for dragon age, the elder scrolls, star trek & more || highly selective & mutually exclusive || follows back from @ilingeron || written by logan (30, they/them) ||

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hi everyone!! still have no frickin dragon age muse but i love you guys!

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i saw a human meat dress and it was claudecore but i lost the post

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my new project's first official newsletter is going to drop in a few hours!

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hi guysss feeling much better now :)

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𓆩♡𓆪ㅤSUBTLE WAYS OF SAYING 'I LOVE YOU' ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ– a collection of subtle romance prompts. some suggestive. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤplease change pronouns and verbiage as needed.

— dialogue based prompts.

i wish you would see yourself the way i do.

i'm tired of waiting for the day you realize i'm in love with you.

i saw this and it made me think of you.

my days feel better when you're part of them.

i noticed everything about you.

can i kiss you?

if you keep that up, i might just fall in love with you.

i thought i'd never feel this way again … and then you came around.

would you like to stay the night?

do you want to sleep with me?

friends don't kiss me the way you did and then expect me to forget.

i just want to sit here, eat cake, and forget the world outside of us exists.

i think my hand was made to fit in yours.

don't forget me.

— action based prompts.

the sender tucks wild hairs behind the receiver's ear mid-conversation, rendering the receiver speechless momentarily.

the receiver reaches for the sender's hand after the sender placed a blanket around the receiver's sleepy form, wanting to pull the sender to join the receiver.

the sender wraps their arms around the receiver's shoulders/arms from behind, no words spoken. they simply wanted a peaceful moment with the other.

the receiver has playfully stolen an article of the sender's clothing and the sender tries to steal it back,  leaving room for playful and consensual forced proximity.

the sender runs through rain trying to catch up to the receiver after a disagreement that has kept them apart for a couple of days.

the sender stands in front of the receiver's door with a care package (full of candies, a teddy bear, and more) after the receiver had a terrible blind date.

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DIG DEEP DOWN AND KILL... YOUR SUFFERING.

independent jonathan crane. scarecrow: year one. written by violet. (x)

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i know we don't usually mix money with escapism, but if you're at all interested in monetizing your many talents (if you're reading this, you're talented- i'm picky), consider checking out my new creative collective that is headquartered on discord.

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EMBER & INK: A new approach to marketing.

Hi, my name is Violet and I'm a writer and roleplayer on here. I'm also a graphic designer wannabe and marketing strategist in my professional life. I want to merge the two together, and here is my attempt.

We are a collective of creatives who use the values taught to us through mutual aid, accountability, and self care to redefine what marketing can mean for artists.

Marketing doesn't have to be soulless. It doesn't have to be another victim to the algorithm. Creating for profit can be fun; it can be joyful. It doesn't have to take your time up (or it can, if you enjoy it enough)!

We're rethinking work. We're rebranding marketing. We're honoring strategy. We're grounding ourselves in reality. We're doing the hard work now to enjoy life tomorrow.

We welcome you to join us.

A follow is considered an interest check on my end.

Here is an interest check form.

Ember & Ink Substack. Violet's Substack.

Feel free to block if you aren't interested (even if we know each other).

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The person I reblogged this from deserves all the good things.

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not rp related but i'm seeking someone who might be willing to work with me as a (canva/photopea) designer for my copywriting for substack publications :3 if that aligns with anything any of you might be interested in please feel free to message me!! esp if we're already discord moots because we're already

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Send me ‘five times + a word’ and I’ll write a drabble about our muses based on it.

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claude is not falon’din reborn. he is not divine, not fated, not holy. no myth lives in him—only want, only will. the kind of want that splits open skin and threads itself through the gaps. the kind of will that decides a body is just a suggestion.

they tried to name him once. pinned him down with he/him like it could hold him in place. like it could stop the bleeding. it didn’t take. claude is a thing that wears names like costumes, not truths. he wears “sir” like silk gloves and peels them off when the work begins.

if he was ever a boy, he carved it out of himself. if he was ever a woman, he buried her under theatre boards. if he was ever a god, he laughed himself hoarse at the thought.

he didn’t inherit power. he took it. stitched it into a shape that made people uncomfortable. made them stare. made them whisper behind closed doors.

and when the demons scream his name, when they sob and shudder and break against the spellwork that binds them, they’re not calling for a god. they’re not calling for mercy.

they’re calling for claude. and he answers in something floral, velvet, and soaked through with blood.