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putting this blog to sleep OFFICIALLY for the time being

gunna come back with something new SOONtm

i’ll post url when ready

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im gay for evelynn

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what if i rebrand

for the 16th time

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kda cured 2020

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Just popping by to say ever since ‘ oh my god ’ dropped i’ve been CRAVING an angel / demon sapphic corruption plot with every fiber of my being. can u imagine evelynn seducing an angel and slowly turning her evil, introducing her to the pain she’s terrified of and slowly twisting her through desire so she loves the pain just as much? and she falls for eve and they live happily ever after torturing people to death and holding hands? gosh. i’m big gay for angels and demons. ‘specially gay ones.

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There it was. Zed had his suspicions, and the black sphere materializing above her was all the proof he needed. He glanced over her body. Her feet were trailing above the ground, her toes just skimming over the dirt. As if she was too good for the earth.

The wind blew hard, as if tugging at his cloak. When did it pick up so violently?

He had an idea. Throwing up a hood over his head, he reached for the bag of herbs he had collected and slung them over his shoulder. Masking himself in haggard brown robes, taking on the guise of a merchant, he began to head towards the woman.

He slipped into a heavy Galrinese accent. “’Scuse me, miss.”

Her trips were routine. Every time it was the same. She landed somewhere secluded, saw no one until she made her way into town. Then she brought, stole, or “influenced” the merchants into giving her what she needed only to return back home soon after. There was almost never a foreign factor that became an issue.

This, however, was an issue.

Syndra did not take well to being surprised. The voice broke her concentration entirely, her whole body physically jerked in shock and in the same instant, two more dark spheres appeared in the air and a third popped into existence only a few feet away from the man. The sphere did not hit him directly but it was close enough that the reality-altering effects might have. Her anger and fear condensed into one small dark orb, splashing into the world with a vengeance. Even without the direct hit, it must not have felt great. The wind swirled around her as her power swelled and she lifted herself even higher off the ground. The oversized hood that had been concealing her features fell away.

Taking a second before outright killing the poor man, Syndra looked him over. He seemed... perhaps a merchant of sorts, but she never allowed herself not to doubt someone's true intentions. Why was he all the way out here, alone? She decided to speak---her voice ringing with an ethereal, unnatural echo.

          “ Leave me. Speak of this meeting to anyone and you will meet a swift death. ”

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Hi!

Some of you have already been in the first round–but to make it brief:  this account is a semi-automated question generator that asks random blogs random questions about their muses!

The point is:  reblog this post to get yourself added onto the list, to show me that you’re ok with receiving questions, and to get even more people aware of the process.  I’ll still seek out blogs on my own, but you can do this to expedite the process!

Multimuses, in the tags, you can list the muses you want questions directed to in the following format:  (muse1-muse2-muse3) and so on and so forth.  If not, it just won’t be directed to anyone!

Thanks and happy developing!

(In which I realize you can’t put commas in tags.)

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I’m having a super fun time in the star guardian discord server at the moment. missin payin attention to just one muse a little bit I guess plus its a lot of fun so. Consider this an official low activity post. As if i wasn’t already rofl.

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                       [ https://discord.gg/TpZmcBv ]

Star Guardian: Wake of the Dark Star is a roleplaying Discord server based around the Star Guardian AU. It’s meant to be casual and fun, with a handful of formal elements to help drive activity and expand into the idea of organized, story-driven events.

Canon Star Guardian muses are encouraged but the template is open so that any adaptation is welcome.

Be sure to read the rules and come on in!

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whens riot gunna stop playin and give me real dark star / cosmic / dark cosmic lore. not skin blurbs like LORE come on riot i loVE SPACE

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Unbeknownst to her, someone had been keeping a close eye on the Dark Sovereign. Thus, when she made her bi-monthly trip back down to the land below, Syndra focused only on keeping the spirit beneath her feet from arching up at her. It was a mental struggle that took most of her focus, at least in the beginning. Movement in the shadows, in the corner of her eye, meant nothing to her then. Her power surged, brow furrowed, eyes began to glow violet. A wind from nowhere seemed to wave through her hair. She lifted the hood of her cloak over her head and began to walk, cautious of how she stepped. At times she would simply levitate instead of letting her feet touch the ground. A dark orb began to form next to her head.

@expirator | i wrote you a starter cause our chat got me hype i dunno

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The dark spheres that circle Syndra only appear when she is feeling anger, frustration or any other negative emotion. As often as that may be, they aren’t there all the time.

Syndra has a lot of trouble with emotional control. She doesn’t understand how to restrain herself and, these days, she doesn’t really try. She tried once and it led to a life of misery and being trapped in the dreaming pool for 60+ years. This leads to Syndra being easily irritable and aggressive.

Due to her neglect as a child, Syndra never really developed proper social skills. She becomes flustered easily in conversation which leads to dark spheres appearing. She has trouble expressing herself through words and, if she doesn’t cause some disaster, she’ll end up just going silent instead of trying. Communication is hard.

Syndra’s hair was originally jet black and her eyes were blue when she was a girl. Her eye color was abnormal and she would get teased for it as other children her age tended to have darker eyes. The blue was striking. Her brother would tell her that he had to make her cry so he could get all the water out of her eyes. When she could no longer control herself and her power erupted, her hair turned white in a flash. The blue in her eyes grew brighter and brighter until they glowed bright white. When Syndra isn’t doing anything inherently magical, her irises settle at a pale white color but when she gets upset or uses her power they tend to glow violet.

While Syndra’s magic mostly manifests in the form of the dark spheres, that isn’t the limit of her power. She has the ability to communicate with the very spirit of Ionia, but they aren’t on very good terms at the moment. Additionally, Syndra has telekinetic abilities, most of which came naturally. She can levitate, fly, manipulate objects and other people all with her mind. She can alter reality with the energy of her dark spheres in ways she doesn’t fully understand.

Syndra went into the dreaming pool when she was in her early twenties and was there for upwards of 60+ years making her technically around 100 years old give or take a few years.

Syndra is very skittish. She deals with major PTSD from not only the childhood trauma but having to relive it for years and years. Night terrors and sleep paralysis are frequent. She’ll wake up screaming with dark spheres crashing about some nights. Because of this, she has made it a habit to sleep as little as possible. After leaving the dreaming pool she didn’t sleep for 4 days straight.

Syndra doesn’t like Ionians but she isn’t hyper hostile toward them. She was the first few months after leaving the dreaming pool but she has calmed down since then. She won’t kill on sight but definitely wants nothing to do with them for the most part. Their presence usually causes dark spheres to arise.

Syndra is aware that she has become a local legend. She hated it at first but doesn’t much care these days. If anything, she wants people to fear her. That way she can be left alone.

The pieces of land that Syndra pulled up with the Fae’lor tower have cherry blossom trees on them and in late spring, sakura blooms and petals rain from the sky. She tends to them and also has plenty of flowers growing that she takes care of. They are no longer connected to the spirit of the land so she has to sustain them with her power. It’s no struggle but she has to be conscious of it to keep them alive.

Syndra keeps the fortress in the sky with her power. It isn’t something she has to upkeep, its more like an enchantment. It stays up because she wants it to. She can control where it flies as well but most of the time she lets it float where it may.

Syndra comes down for supplies maybe twice a month. She will land somewhere secluded and walk the distance to some small town or settlement where there is a market. She disguised herself and if anyone asks questions, she tends to use mind magic and steer them away. She steals what she needs and goes back home. Syndra doesn’t like leaving so she has taken to starting her own vegetable garden on her floating island.

Syndra’s hobby is painting. She paints to calm herself down, she paints to express herself. Her favorite canvas is her own body but the walls of her fortress are covered in murals. She used to steal the paints but she tends to blend them herself from her garden.

BONUS: Tsundere.

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this is a social experiment reblog this if u were rping on tumblr before 2016

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Honestly this is the most ooc post but like i’m super proud of my photoshop skills and i wanted to share okay thats all bye

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Since her fear did her no good, she ceased to be afraid.

Angela Carter, The Company of Wolves (via briseisbooks)

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banks // contaminated

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not evil anymore i want to be loved now