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I’m here to make updates, but it’ll likely be a while before all parts of this blog are back up. Officially I’m not here to roleplay until the changes are complete, as I’d like to get everything updated and my life outside of tumblr is a wreck. I may, however, limitedly interact with mutuals or those I knew before I left, though I will not be starting any longer threads for the forseeable future.

Thanks \o/

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Memories are dangerous things. You turn them over and over, until you know every touch and corner, but still you’ll find an edge to cut you.

Mark Lawrence, Prince of Thorns (via wordsnquotes)

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if you don’t terrify people a little bit then what’s the point.

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on the bright side i am not addicted to cocaine

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psa;

 i am a shy roleplayer. messaging people first doesn’t come easy to me. i go to send someone a message and then my mind goes a million miles an hour; what if they don’t like my writing, what if they don’t even know who my muse is, what if they don’t like the fandom, what if they’re roleplaying with someone who roleplays the same muse, *rereads the rules 10000s times but still gets paranoid im brekaing a rule*, what if they aren’t following me, are the mutuals only, what if they don’t like the plot i have in mind. and basically it fills me with so much nervousness and fear i just back away and continue to watch from afar.  this doesn’t mean i never message first, when i’m confident the person likes my writing style/blog i find approaching them a little bit easier.  this isn’t anything personal or me trying to be superior in any way. i am shy, have low confidence, and am very unsure of myself and my writing.  if i follow you and never message you, i’m sorry, i truly am. but i adore each and every one of you and love to see you all. if i had it my way i would speak and roleplay to all of you.  i hope you all can understand and forgive my unhealthy way of thinking (✿◠‿◠)

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Surgical tools from 1650

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psa: if you ever have any questions about my character, you are always welcome to ask them. i encourage asking questions for it also helps me develop my character further or help explain something unclear.

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Most days my demons are silent, but when they talk, oh, God, how they scream.

writersblockedmind (via wnq-writers)

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cockiness is so attractive to me in a way and it’s so irritating. like it’s annoying. and it annoys me. but the kind of expression and body language that comes with it. the self-satisfied attitude. the smug comments. the eye rolling. the smirking. “come and get me” hand gestures during a fight. eyebrow raising with an air of superiority. it’s just like. fuck you. i’m annoyed right now. i am so annoyed right now. but oh my fuck i am also so very, very attracted right now

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“You’re not obliged to assist me.” the medic explained, “I had to at least assume zhere was a possibility zhat you would refuse, considering zhat it is not a requirement of your job.”

The other’s smile so easily lured him into the beginnings of a sense of security, but by now he was wise enough to at least attempt to make himself question it. He knew nothing about this man, and a simple facial expression was not a substitute for an understanding of character or motivations.

“If it’s not too much trouble, zhere are a few boxes I need to move and I cannot lift zhem alone. Zhe two of us together should be able to manage it, zhough.”

Blutarch Mann was nice to ask Cecil to be hired for the week. It was something he didn’t personally mind as long as he was paid. Paid with a nice amount of digits. So with the pay in mind, he made sure to treat his: at the time comrades with care.

“In what way do you need help with?”

There was a smile upon his face, “…as for the ‘or’, did you believe that I wasn’t going to offer you my assistance?”

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“One can fabricate documents relatively easily, so I do not see what zhis should prove to me.” Isaak shook his head.

“Someone must be paying you very well for zhis.”

“I’ve told you the truth; I can’t give you a better answer than that.” Ce sighed in exasperation. “I can show you the commission forms.”

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Instead of annoyance, the medic smirked and when she continued, even chuckled at her response.

“It probably is my problem; it is my shirt, after all.” There was little he could do for it in the moment, and it was at least replaceable. “Tell you what, if you promise not to throw it on me, I’ll buy you another drink, Miss...?”

“Oh? Sounds like that’s your problem,” she scoffed at him, irritation further incited by his gall to complain about his shirt after groping her.

“I have half a mind to make you pay for that drink, but seeing you wear it I suppose is payment in it’s own way~.” Her head tilted and she smiled in a devious way, unapologetic and thoroughly amused with herself.

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“Perhaps not to most, but it does make it understandable, Ms. Banon -- and I am very forgiving.” He lifted the cup to his mouth to also take a drink, before placing it on the table between them.

“I personally do not see how it is possible for someone like me to care for her very much. I zhink one would have to be a glutton for punishment to do so, for if not my kind, I am sure she would have such views about somezhing else.” One finger gently turned the drink so that the handle was facing him, but he didn’t pick it up again. “So, zhe answer is yes, I do. Both, I mean. I come here when I do not wish to hide what I am, but I am lucky zhat I do not stand out as much as some do if I choose to do so instead.

I do not wish to insult you, but I would imagine zhat someone like you must favour zhis place or zhose like it, yes?”

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i don’t want ( apologies ) i want you on your knees,  c h o k i n g  on your own blood i want my name on your lips, begging:

                     —————-     forgive me, forgive me, forgive me 

do not tell me you are sorry — i will show you ’ sorry ‘.

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I don’t know which secret is worse, the one we never tell anyone or the one we don’t even tell ourselves.

alvirakhan (via wordsnquotes)

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[ my url for the meme? •u• ]

my opinion on;

character in general: HE’S SO MYSTERIOUS AND I LOVE IT (even if it frustrates my muse to no end)  like christ the way benjamin talks reveals next to nothing more often than not, which i suppose represents DID in a nutshell; it’s a defense mechanism. it gives you the sense than maybe isaak and benjamin and any other alters myself of heinz haven’t encountered yet aren’t quite sure of who they are too and it’s so cool playing detective and looking for hints.how they play them: i really like it! i feel bad for going on about isaak and his alters, but you can tell exactly who’s speaking, when and why and it takes a lot to do that with words. perhaps it’s just me being inquisitive and obnoxious, but i really want to learn more about him (when it’s suitable IC, of course–i can’t see him blurting out his entire life story.)the mun: you’re a total sweetheart who needs to believe in themselves more! seriously, your blog is gorgeous and your muse is great

do i;

follow them: yesssrp with them: mmhm!want to rp with them: oh yesship their character with mine: naah, i can’t honestly see that they’d have any chemistry

what is my;

overall opinion: isaak is a babe and the mun’s a sweetheart so yeah, keep on truckin’!