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Reblog if you are a RP blog

Need someone to RP with

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requxem said: [Believe it or not the lip color editor works best for changing eye colors so.]

Duly noted.

Hopefully this dinosaur of a mac will actually l o a d the site.

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requxem said: [It is! It’s an online site that lets you edit images. picmonkey.com ]

[qUIET EXCITEMENT i will check it out]

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requxem said: [Well you could always use picmonkey to edit the images and give her gold eyes.]

Hhhhh what is picmonkey

Maybe I'm living under a rock or something

Is it online?

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just saying - 

i don’t think you understand

i want invasive anons that piss my character off. i want questions about their family and lovers and etc. i want responses to memes (you never know what a meme can do). i want random magic anons.

i want to interact with my followers. 

you are always free to send me anything, anonymous or not.

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also i really wish i had a faceclaim for xerxes

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i have so many thoughts i want to write for her drunken self but there are no faceclaims out there with blonde hair aND gold eyes

#xerxian problems

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I WOULD LIKE TO MAKE A FORMAL APOLOGY

I JUST REREAD MY ANGST AND DESPITE THE MANY ERRORS I GROSSLY SOBBED MY EYES OUT

SHIT

SHIT

SHIT

NO BAD

BAD SELF

NO

BAD

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crimsonandcarbon said: I am feeding you with my anguish I know. xDD))

HAAAAA NOOOO WHAT

totally good that you understand this parasitic relationship

ANyway no

no more tears hhhhh

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crimsonandcarbon said: -sobs into ice cream-))

well shit i don't know what to do anymore -- -

lemme just kind of -- -

[awkwardly rests hand on your head in a passively comforting gesture]

yes

theeeeere

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requxem said: [scREAMS NO]

CACKLES YOU ASKED FOR THIS REQUXEM

DING DONG, ANGST PIZZA IS HERE

THAT'S RIGHT

I FUCKING DELIVERED -- -

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"Please stay"

It was a croak.

Ling…he croaked.

His hand was wrapped around her wrist, a tight grip, a begging grip, but faltering in the slightest as well. He was always a strong man, as Kohar had known him for many years of his life. Why — - why now, of all times - — was he letting his grip slip from her arm?

It was late. The sun had long since disappeared on the horizon, taking with it what little light could be found, in a city like this, and her eyes were lined with the dark navy silk of the night. She could feel her limbs slowly becoming as heavy as the barren moon above her, and buzzing with the electric exhaustion of the dying stars. Her mind and body ached to collapse on her bed, allow a deep slumber to carry her away into the stars and somewhere much, much sweeter than where she lived. Her dreams were much softer, much…happier than the reality where people could die and be hurt and be broken beyond repair.

There were people who others said were too strong to be broken. Metals, they said, were too thick to be bent.

But there one of them was…lying on a hospital bed, all of his limbs battered and bruised and his face…she saw his face before, and it hurt to see him like that.

She knew people who said that Ling was far too quick and nimble and powerful to ever fall victim to any sort of illness or any sort of injury.

But there he was.

Croaking.

She had known him for years — - decades, actually - — and she’d never heard this much pain and agony in any of his words. She’d seem him cry only once — - at his parent’s funeral - — and it was but a single tear. He was the happiest man she’d ever known and the one with the most sturdy, difficult to shatter heart, much like the wood of the mask he always seemed to wear. His voice and his expression were always so emotional, but they barely ever shook or quavered or broke like it did in just two words.

Please stay.

It was funny, she thought. Ling was such a good friend of hers — - family, even - — and yet, he sat there, in his hour of need, and thought that she was going to leave.

No, not funny.

That hurt.

She turned around slowly, catching his eye - — bad decision. His eyes, which he barely ever opened, were so broken. People said that eyes were the window to the soul - — and if that was true, his windows were shattered. The darkness that consumed them was brimming with a light - — tears, she assumed — - and so tired, so tired. He never got tired. He never got hurt. Why did he do that? Why did he go and get hurt, that little idiot? He didn’t have to. He didn’t have to shove her out of the way of that drunk driver. He didn’t have to be a goddamn hero, but no! No, he had to save the day, as always. That idiot. That idiot, he knew he was going to get hurt. He knew. Why? He never got hurt. He shouldn’t have started then.

The blond lifted her chin, looking down at her old friend and trying to stay objective about his appearance. His whole body was covered with bandages — - his skin, probably lined with unhealed scratches, was showing in only short patches, like his shoulder and his knee, or bits and pieces of his sides. His face, usually so excited and gleeful, was worn out, lips a flat line and his features sagging. And his hand…his hand was slipping along her arm, drifting from her upper arm and down to her elbow, and then falling to her wrist in a loose grip. She could see a single IV cord dangling from his arm, as he prepared to let go of her.

Kohar took a moment to steady herself, a deep breath shaking in and out of her chest. He thought she was going to leave. That hurt a little. She released it, banishing the tears that brimmed and quivered on her eyelashes, and then moved her hand to take his in a firm, but gentle hold. “You nincompoop,” she sighed, after a moment, taking a seat next to him. “You thought I was going to leave?” It came out more like a statement which quavered inconspicuously in the silence near the end. She took another good breath, her chin quivering in the slightest, before she spoke once more.

"You’ll not be getting rid of me for at least a fortnight, Ling."

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crimsonandcarbon said: Excuse me while I just sob all over this… ToT))

hmm yes good do that

I MEAN NO HERE IS SOME ICE CREAM PLEASE DO NOT CRY -- -

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"Please stay"

Your character’s been in a terrible accident and is in the ICU, send me "Please stay" for my muse’s reaction.

Kohar's fingertips were caught on Huli's. She was turned away from her, about to walk away and out the door. Her breathe caught a little, as she weighed the options.

It was nearing midnight as quickly as the sun sizzled water away on the Savannah, and her limbs felt like lead on her sides. Her honey eyes were lined with sharp, contrast bags, darkened and heavy like the outside sky. She really, really wanted to go home and crash on her couch -- - and that option, if she were to be frank (like always) was highly favorable. She was sore. She was tired. And she certainly didn't want to stay up all night, in a place that burned her nose with antibacterial sprays, and leave with a tired mind and a bent back that could snap with the slightest touch.

But then again...

This was Huli. The girl didn't know her very well, but she knew her. Kohar had seen her when she was younger than the babies being born in the floor above. Actually, Huli probably knew as much of the blond whose hand she clutched as the shrieking children knew of their mother: that she was safe, and she was good -- - and, apparently, that she doesn't want her to leave.

Reluctantly, Kohar turned around, catching the view of the black-haired girl from the corner of her eye. She was a pasty color, face drained of all blood and covered in a shivering sheen of sweat. Her eyes were as tired as Kohar's, drooping at the edges and seaming heavily lidded. IV cords trailed from her body in masses of plastic spaghetti, poking into her veins like leeches into a host. Even without the doctors that hovered outside of the door reminding her that Huli would be staying there for a long, long time, she could tell that the injuries were nearing fatal, considering how many of them lingered and how many IV bags were stored up, next to her.

Kohar took a deep breath, opened her mouth -- -

- -- and caved. Perhaps, she thought, she was going soft.

"Alright. I will stay with you, Huli," she murmured, squeezing the younger one's hand and taking a seat next to the hospital bed. "If that is what you wish."

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"LINE!"

Well yea, I figured that much.

Payback right?

HAAAA 2/10 -- - 1/5 -- - 20%

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LINE!

wOW THAT WAs fast hello

1/10, my friends

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If I get 10 "LINE!" 's the mun will record themselves saying something IN CHARACTER as their Muse

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