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sorry i haven't been here! i have been playing on my fantasy oc blog at @tamedgod š„¹
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AY YO ā¼ļø like this post for me to come into your inbox and infodump my lore plot with u for fresh threads and dynamics š¤
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thinking about removing some muses on this blog, or at least making them by request. the muse is there to write them, but i feel this story will always be more abby / veronica centric. those two and julian are my biggest babies.
#m. ooc#m. tbd#reworking julian atm#used to be the son of lucifer#but i'm leaning on making him#a fallen angel himself#hmmm
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lol! so true bestie *leans over to my body guard* you have to kill this clown right fucking now
#hc. abby marker#hc. julian hale#s. i got used to the darkness in you#literally their entire relationship
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NICOLE BEHARIE as CHRIS HUNTER
The Morning Show (3.04)
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you think you can control me? you think you can contain me? you think i respect you? my will is unshakable, my anger is unlimited, and you are a fool.
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do i contribute anything to the rpc? no. yet iām still here
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i'm a slow bitch but i have been third eye big braining my lore for this blog as of late so... see y'all again soon...
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the kids are alright
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THE ORIGINALS LADIES APPRECIATION WEEK day 2: favorite female antagonist minor character ā„ gia
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the kids are alright
#m. dash games#these are so cute#!!!#everyone is pictured#save for#hugo / kozu / eleira#didn't like any for hugo#and kozu and eleira change form a lot
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i'm just gonna have to make a magical girl verse for every fucking character i have huh
first we got a tokyo mew mew reboot, now pichi pichi pich AND fucking SHUGO CHARA?????
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PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME 0.2
over a year ago,Ā i made this meme &Ā since then,Ā itās blown up.Ā so,Ā over a year laterĀ ā i thought i would make a new one.Ā so here it is,Ā after several requests &Ā a pile of brains,Ā THE PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME 0.2 send me aĀ āæĀ and iāll fill out the template below.Ā boldĀ for things i couldĀ definitely see or want,Ā italicsĀ for things i could see or am unsure of and striked out for things i donāt want or cannot see.
FRIENDSHIP. Ā Ā childhood friendsĀ /Ā work buddies or coworkersĀ Ā /Ā family friendsĀ /Ā friends with benefitsĀ /Ā smoking buddiesĀ /Ā adventure buddiesĀ /Ā fake friendsĀ /Ā recently friendsĀ /Ā party buddiesĀ /Ā friendship of needĀ /Ā dying friendshipĀ /Ā circumstantial friendshipĀ /Ā partners in crimeĀ /Ā old friendshipĀ /Ā [Ā your museĀ ]Ā is the good influenceĀ /Ā [Ā your museĀ ]Ā is the bad influenceĀ /Ā [Ā my museĀ ]Ā is the good influenceĀ /Ā [Ā my museĀ ]Ā is the bad influenceĀ /Ā opposites attractĀ /Ā ride or dieĀ /Ā frenemiesĀ Ā /Ā roommates or flatmatesĀ /Ā penpalsĀ /Ā exes to friendsĀ /Ā enemies to friendsĀ Ā /Ā other
ROMANCE. Ā Ā childhood sweetheartsĀ /Ā [Ā your muse is minesĀ ]Ā childhood crushĀ /Ā [Ā my muse is yoursĀ ]Ā childhood crushĀ /Ā exesĀ /Ā exes to loversĀ /Ā forbidden loversĀ /Ā highschool sweetheartsĀ /Ā secret relationshipĀ /Ā opposites attractĀ /Ā long distanceĀ /Ā unrequited [Ā from your muses sideĀ ]Ā /Ā unrequited [Ā from my muses sideĀ ]Ā /Ā unrequited [Ā from both sidesĀ ]Ā /Ā skinny loveĀ /Ā friends to loversĀ /Ā enemies to loversĀ /Ā spurious relationshipĀ /Ā power coupleĀ Ā /Ā newly enteredĀ /Ā soulmates [Ā metaphorical ]Ā /Ā soulmatesĀ [Ā literal ]Ā /Ā awkwardĀ /Ā turning toxicĀ /Ā toxic loveĀ /Ā cheating [Ā on your museĀ ]Ā /Ā cheating [Ā with your museĀ ]Ā /Ā otherĀ
FAMILIAL. Ā Ā siblings [Ā half ]Ā /Ā siblings [Ā step ]Ā /Ā [Ā my museĀ ]Ā is an older sibling figure to yourĀ younger sibling figureĀ Ā /Ā [Ā my museĀ ]Ā is a younger sibling figure to yourĀ older sibling figure museĀ /Ā [Ā my museĀ ]Ā is a parental figure to yoursĀ /Ā [Ā my museĀ ]Ā is a child figure to your museĀ /Ā guardian figureĀ /Ā legal guardianĀ /Ā adoptive childĀ /Ā foster childĀ /Ā [Ā your museĀ ]Ā is taken under mines wingĀ /Ā [Ā my museĀ ]Ā is taken under yours wingĀ /Ā other
ANTAGONISTIC. Ā Ā dangerous to each otherĀ /Ā dangerous to othersĀ /Ā unpredictableĀ /Ā rivalsĀ /Ā pettyĀ /Ā developing into sexual or romantic tensionĀ /Ā based off family mattersĀ /Ā based of off circumstanceĀ /Ā based of professional mattersĀ /Ā based off misunderstanding or liesĀ /Ā conflict of ideologyĀ /Ā betrayalĀ /Ā hero - villain dynamicĀ /Ā enemiesĀ /Ā fight clubĀ /Ā friends turned enemiesĀ /Ā lovers turned enemiesĀ /Ā exes turned enemiesĀ /Ā otherĀ
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sorry i haven't been around for a few days! life has been crazy, both this and my fantasy blog ( @tamedgod ) are low activity because of it!
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JOHN KEATS.Ā Ā Ā the lavender in sunsets,Ā flowers in the rain,Ā sunlight slipping through clouds,Ā lazy summer afternoons,Ā Ā the heavy scent of musk,Ā Ā flickering candlelight reflecting off the gold titles of books,Ā fireflies on a cool summer night,Ā being wrapped in fresh bed sheets,Ā Ā the ache of wanting what you can never have,Ā dripping sunlight like gold,Ā loving someone so exquisite,Ā soft lips and soft whispers,Ā Ā fingers through hair,Ā Ā names of lovers carved in trees,Ā Ā broken glass,Ā the insistence of being perpetually dreamy.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALD. crisp winter skies with cold bright stars, mahogany wood, the solitude of an early autumn morning wrapped in fog, empty bottles on stacks and stacks of books haphazardly placed in a messy room, bruised arms reaching out into the darkness, cigarette smoke just barely hiding the scent of alcohol, a wall of books all poetry and old and weathered, the way tragedy strikes in your heart but ends up stopping your breathing for a moment, your favorite sweater, parties spilling into four a.m. with the stars above spinning and dancing, the contrast of blood against snow, a purple split lip oozing blood, black eyes fading to blue to pale skin, the butterflies of falling in love for the first time, the statues falling apart over time in cemeteries, the romanticization of self-destruction.
FRANZ KAFKA. the weight of dread that sits heavily in your stomach when thinking about the future, decrepit houses cloaked in mystery from children telling stories of people who died there, the way not even light can escape a black hole, the rich smell of old books, delicate veins in the wrist, ghosts filling lungs, shattered bones, raindrops on the tongue, rusting metal, nostalgia that aches, the way hope feels like a plastic bag over your head.
H.P. LOVECRAFT. the anxiety felt when staring into an unknown cave, pouring rain and mud, a childās fear of the dark, thinking so many questions about your existence as you stare at the vast expanse of never-ending ocean, the silence of three a.m., ouija boards and urban legends.
JACK KEROUAC. the brisk pine air of being on a mountain, travels without a destination, those nights where youāre missing three hours of memory, screaming to a lifeless desert about how youāre so alive, coffee shops late at night, car rides at night spent speeding and laughing in the dark, naps spent in the sun, novels highlighted and underlined with notes and epiphanies in the margins, the way uncertainty sits on the shoulders, ignoring flaws and loving life, wind through hair, depression as fog in the brain, impossible ideals, a quiet sunrise, walks alone, when you think about trying to discover all the secrets to the universe, dazzling people, open lands stretching out into infinity, falling in love with being alive.
EDGAR ALLAN POE. the oceanās horizon inseparable from fog, hollow bones, a preserved heart held in hands, twinkling stars above an old graveyard, the way everything turns to dust, silent black birds with eyes full of wisdom, self-inflicted flames, perfection depicted as a rotting corpse, death as bricks in the heart, lips barely brushing against each other, glassy glazed eyes, biting into a lemon, heart-shaped bruises, rotting flowers on a grave, dried blood and spilled liquor, the hush of dusk when it begins raining, the intimacy of a secret.
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dyn. 1/?
abby, having been around magic much of her long life, is surprised by very little these days. she is the 'grumpy old man' trope through and through, further exacerbated by the presence of dmitri and veronica. with the former being virtually magicless and the latter just coming into her powers, she feels like she's almost parenting them in their supernatural journeys (or lack thereof in dmitri's case). veronica's main source of magic is her sight, allowing her to see others' past / present / (some) future through touch, and generally being able to see the auras and any true forms of those around her. this has caused her to see many things she shouldn't have, including the true forms of both julian and eleira. dmitri, though proficient in sleight of hand and street magicianry, has no real magic to speak of, and it frustrates him greatly. after catching abby and veronica practicing magic once, he has been nonstop on them to teach him ever since. veronica is willing, but abigail is strongly against it -- it seems there's something she knows but won't share...
#m. lore#m. dynamics#hc. abby marker#hc. veronica maddox#hc. dmitri roman#it's small but i just needed to get it out#may write a long meta later#gotta finish bios
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