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grindelwald is chilling in the pausing rain.

what is he doing?

looks like he is stabbing someone with his wand.

he looks at albus wistfully, as he is wearing his jacket hoodie, and with his wet hair in the downpour.

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Modern AU Gellert Grindlewald x Albus Dumbledor for Anon!

I don’t own any of these pictures.

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she looks at the young boy, whom she had rescued from the nazgul. the riders were dark and ominous.

he had such a weight on his shoulders, to bear the ring on his hand. he had a weary look about him, he with the blue eyes and wild tamed hair. he was a curious boy, shone of ocean wonder in his iris.

i chose this for myself, the boy said angrily, full of conviction, or so, it sounded to her.

hear thy voice and come back to the light, she intones in sindarin.

silver grey waters rushed in a whirlwind, as the riders on the horses strode towards the small hobbit.

he had the responsibility of the ring, a golden circlet in his finger, inherited from his uncle bilbo.

"i did not wish for you to give up the ring. do you wish to go back to the shire with your uncle? or to continue on your journey?"

if he decided to venture into mirkwood or journeying on in his exhausted state, there may be barrow wights walking around.

hadhafang was drawn in her belt, after fighting the evil riders.

frodo open starter || open to most everyone

       “You must understand. I chose this for myself.         I couldn’t turn around if I wanted to, nor give it         up to anyone else. Not even to you.”         

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Adam was on the way to the cafe, when he sees Ronan and his bird Chainsaw. Drinking his coca cola, it tasting of sugar.

His jumper has a hole in it, even though he irons it well. Some white flowers were weaved in the frayed sweater, he thinking it reminded him of the girl he liked, Blue, having met her in the cafe.

His body aches, he bruises, having been hit by his father, they living in the trailer park. He had cried, when hearing his friends were there for him, as he leans against the shut door, he slamming it closed, of the caravan, they banging on it, and he just shaking and sobbing. What is wrong with you, hurry up and cook me dinner, get a better job (why doesn't it pay enough to get you to move out?), his father said as he came along and saw him laying on the floor.

He was poor, penniless, having worked hard to get a scholarship at Aglionby. Free will was what was most important to him.

He sees his friend with the large bird, a black bird, whom was pulled out of his dreams. Had remembered seeing him bloody and distraught, wondering and confused about his dream power, shaking and his head bowed in church.

He had been so frightened for his friend.

He nears them, the raven looking angrily at him, ruffling its feathers. They were at peace, so why was this boy bothering them, Chainsaw seemed to say with its stance and eyes.

"Hey, Ronan --" He said, "How are you?"

muse: Ronan Lynch limit: 18+ only please, mutuals and non-mutuals set: outside a diner/café open to: other TRC muses, multifandom crossovers, OCs, whatever! notes: muse is a bit of an asshole (affectionate), so approach with caution; spoilers for The Raven Cycle and the Dreamer trilogy ahead

Ronan was perched on the curb outside a café, sandwich devoured after a fruitless day of searching for a sweetmetal strong enough to keep his brother awake. He didn't have an immediate death wish, but let's face it, Ronan had an innate ability to make people want to kill him. He couldn't leave Declan with no family if something happened to him.

The sun was beginning to set, gilding everything in warm, dreamy light that reminded him a bit of home, of the Barns and Cabeswater, but he wasn't enjoying the view, his eyes instead fixed on the large raven picking at trash in the alley a few feet away. “Leave it,” he said sharply when she went for a piece of discarded plastic, and she shot a baleful look at him that he returned in equal measure. Garbage was one of Chainsaw’s fondest obsessions, perhaps most because it was forbidden. He tossed her a soggy chip from the wrapping next to him, and she croaked grumpily at him as she hopped closer to get it.

The hooks and curves of the intricate black tattoo on his back peered out from beneath the edges of a black tank top, matching the chainmail tattoo that covered one arm. The ink of the second hummed with the energy it took to keep him awake off of a ley line, but it was quiet now, the line vibrant and alive beneath the city. He could feel the constant crackle of it in his veins, and Ronan himself hummed with a quieter dream energy, perceptible only to people who were sensitive to that kind of thing.

Kerah! Chainsaw’s name for him was a warning as she flapped up onto his shoulder, and he reached up to gently stroke her beak. Both boy and raven turned a suspicious look on the person approaching.

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open.

jo is at the roadhouse. she is washing the dishes in the sink, like plates and glasses from alcohol and wine. she sees someone, and places the rag on the counter, strolling towards them, with her jumper wrapped around her waist.

"how can i help you?"

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james had been suffering from the yin fen medicine he had to consume so his body did not go to ruin, when the demon yanlueo poured it in him. he was a shadowhunter, who had to be strong. he saw things as ominous, and will was his only friend in the institute. his life was agony and wonderment, when did his life turn into something undecipherable, when did it turn into a media circus?

he sleeps on the forest floor, where he had seen ithuriel.

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editing challenge vs. @beachsread ❀ favorite character from the raven cycle

He left bloody fingerprints on the rock, but there was something satisfying about that. I was here. I exist. I’m alive, because I bleed.

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rp manip: @inprometheanfire + @ofimaginarybeings:

jessica jones & matt murdock

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❁♡I’ll Never Forget You, Brother♡❁

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Welcome to my multimuse :

My name is Jessica. This is a blog for my multimuse characters, see pinned post. Please read my guidelines. This is my resume of roleplaying I have written and explored television and book characters.

I. Navigation : General Basic.

II. Vault Cottage : Detailed General - Blog Theme View of my Believed Narrative Journey with Characters Inside.

III. Specific username and character tagging is in the form of: #username, #rp partner | username, #rp partner | username | old character name ic, #character name ic.

IV. Unprovoked attack on me in 2022, with roleplayers trying to communicate with me, as my 2013 - 2017 trauma claustrophobically spiralled. They look at my consensual platform expression through my breathing gateways, refreshing certain points. I ironically got called a robot and racist and bigot, as I struggle to be in my body. They speak in dialectical behavioral therapeutic language in the form of television and book and media characters.

V. Blogroll of My Friends Who Disappeared After Trauma Points | individual separate blog insight as a whole that were important to me, impacted upon me separately by themselves (Tracked Natively): Expansive blogroll here.

VI. Note my expressional appearances on the model runway sometimes do align with what I am talking about only by myself, especially during the claustrophobic terror, the terror also around me in repeated length of red door flooding.

VII. I did establish my militia security agency of determining if you are technologically or real-life/time stalking me, as well as the general social media bullying and rallying and coddling.

VIII. Unprovoked attack on me in October 2023, with general talking in Communities speaking about a.rtificial i.ntelligence. People groupthink reblogged awareness within, whilst knowing they are spreading falsity in 'devil's advocate' piercing through brain damaging fog. Failed motive of someone drowning to be at peace with themself and acknowledge and accept the expression they already put out in the world, in their various unique ways of just trying to survive and be their own indie person in overall understanding themselves - supported by just to not rely on a singular person that you can't really talk to, due to not feeling safe around them, which is what is meant by m.inor or personal - do not interact. Protected myself with my existing general community and awareness.

IX. Fake argument uproar between roleplayers and character storylines -- to establish feeling with one's soul.

X. My originality of blog and brand : eloquentsavagery is seraphicvampire. helenamanningx-moved is helenamanningx. Helena is at peace with herself. powerfulwitch-blog is powerfulwitch. fiercestar-blog / fierceburningstar was a saved url.

XI. xKit implementation on this chrome profile to Brightening Navigation -- writing through rubble at my own time and pace to simply breathe.

XII. Sorted out '<3' on ooc posts.

XIII. Plotting in general and feature article verses.

XIV. Followed the RPC general concern community blog.

XV. Makes me happy.

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naruto universe | aesthetic ↳ sakura haruno

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Bebo Forum Alcove.

I. This roleplay multimuse seen in my general navigation includes a bebo alcove : biography and forum tag : roleplay and personal.

Roleplay - a single profile :

II. Bebo is a site I individually roleplayed one profile in (with multiple characters retained in comments).

III. How it worked was I wrote some character information in the profile section of the single character I was embodying at the time, yet the comment section reflected all my partner's replies to varying characters (whom stayed as one for a significant period of time -- and I had many pages of comments indicated with latest and oldest).

I commented and replied on their profile as the other side of the story (the regular culture for people struggling to understand how to roleplay on this site), and there was the occasional reply to comments on the stayed singular profile.

There were also quote and reply in some comments.

IV. ( Character roleplay (Point B) biography ) and forum. Can fictional roleplay in this forum.

V. Other features : Whiteboard, Widgets.

VI. Article.

VII. Hosting for the site ran out.

VIII. It was primarily Naruto based.

IX. Media to Simply Enjoy Watching in my General Peace : reading Naruto manga on my glass victorian bookshelf. Can buy at Kinokuniya. Can watch anime on Crunchyroll.

X. My roleplay community I knew and know then -- I don't know where most of them went, other than : Anko Mitarashi whom I know as Jay Santiago in real life high school. Sasuke Wrath : I can contact his email : phone caller in iPhone 13.

XI. Can write stories on my forum links.

Personal - a single profile :

XII. I individually had a personal profile, which people I knew in real life commented on, as well I commenting on their profile.

XIII. Personal biography (Point A) and forum. Can personal chat in this forum.

XIV. My personal community I knew and know then are primarily on Facebook now - can talk to people I added there.

XV. I messaged Bebo on facebook comment.

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tyrellsgoldenson ☀️ loras tyrell :

“ you are my closest friend, it would not be a happy song if you did not play a part in it. ” and loras meant every word that he said, smiling widely and golden eyes shining ;; they were at a party, chatting at the bar which had a karaoke stand. though not by blood, renly was his family also now just as much as willas or garlan and maybe even more than his lord father who never wrote or his lady mother who barely knew him. “ the world was at war, renly. yet while there was no war the martells CRIPPLED my BROTHER; tis not the same and you know it. ” and renly was fine, renly could walk unaided and could ride a horse, he could be good with a sword if he trained more and could travel wherever he pleased if he so wished. his brother, willas was no longer so lucky. “ you can hate my father all you wish if you like. i do not like him. ”

renly hears what the other said. he had been resurrected, a priestess from asshai bringing him to life, speaking intonations and touching his body, as well as casting his hair into the fire.

they had been at bed in a tent ( white blanket pinned like fan with wood framing ) when the shadows came, whispering through the curtain, loras fighting the shadow with a sword, yet it had formed into a man and killed renly.

they had won the war of the blackwater, he and the tyrells turning the tide. the white curtains fluttering around them and a candle bringing sage, renly visualised. loras’ response had been tears pricking at his eyes.

loras spoke about his brother, willas, who the martells had crippled as he fought a knight in that war. the martell had landed a blow to his leg, seeing through his shield. "mace is an untrustworthy man", renly said to his knight. he was calculating and his eyes were cold, having schemed to marry his daughter off to the lannisters, their enemy.

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empcthic ☀️ peter petrelli :

"I would never,” he reassured Sansa, fixing the bath to run. Once the water began filling up, he turned to look at her with concern laid bare in his eyes. She was still shivering. He knelt down in front of her, looking up into her eyes as he rubbed her arms to try and give her a little warmth, to try and comfort her.

“He is never coming back. And no one is ever going to hurt you like that again. I’ll look after you.” Peter offered her an encouraging smile, tipping her chin up. “I know what it’s like, thinking you’re a monster. I think I am one too, sometimes. But it’s not true. Neither of us are.”

As he stood up, he took her hands in his and helped her up too, brushing her thick hair back over her shoulder. “You’re shaking.” Looking her over, he bit his lip in thought. “Do you want me to… help you? I was, uh, a hospice nurse. If you trust me, I can take care of you. I can help you get cleaned up. I won’t hurt you.”

she hears peter say the glasses-wearing man, noah bennett, wasn’t coming back to hurt her, as he helped her in her bath. nor the scientists who saw she was a direwolf, and wanted to perform experiments on her. he sees her scared, he thinking about her and if she felt safe as he serves customers at the cashier, and placing items on shelves with red basket. he knew his retail store fairly well, and people always trusted him, as he was pretty nice.

he says this, thinking he was a monster at times, being pretty mean to her. saying he was not a nice person, but that he was honest, and he was quite fine with that. he had a lot of powers inside him, which made him susceptible to fits of explosive temper, tremoring and saying he didn't care what people thought of him, as his social anxiety heightened. he had worked with claude, to help him with his power tempering, he feeding the chickens in a cage, as they fight with sticks on a rooftop.

peter was once a nurse who took care of the dying, wanting to soothe passage in the elderly. he having taken care of simone’s grandfather in his penthouse apartment ( which had a balcony with circular stone statue ). he knew about the elderly wanting to speak their story, through the responsibility of taking care of their children, their job, and the nurses did not listen to them, they simply thinking they broken and delusional.

he had once thought of flying through the open window into the sky.

isaac had painted a scene with him and simone embracing and kissing there, as sansa had seen when in his loft. he also had a drawing of peter and simone kissing in the rain under an umbrella, he seeing it in a vision with his eyes turning white and painting on the canvas, he feeling the rain falling on his face, dampening his fringe on his face.

he had been pulling on a soft grey woollen jumper, hair damp from shower. his heroin syringe was lain on a tray, he remembering eve had persuaded him to heroin, when he was trying to recover.

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Fruits Basket S3EP2 - Shigure & Akito recap 3 ,Akito kisses Shigure

part 1 2 3

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akito is in the japanese house with light paper bamboo windows. he has purple hair, and has met tohru honda in kaibara high school ; she seeing him initially ; wistfully leaning on the ledge ; kimono sleeves billowing.

he was rather annoyed at what kagara did to the house, punching the white cement wall to talk to her 'lover,' kyo. he sighs, clutching his hair, as he mumbled his annoyance. he did not like this relationship, even though knowing they were both zodiac animals ; she the boar and he the cat.