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❝ you carry a smouldering darkness inside you. ❞ norton @ vera

tloz: twilight princess starters (accepting). | @lightsmartyr

"You're speaking such nonsense. Well then, do you think you're some beacon of light? A saint?"

Stale air hangs on the nose of the perfumer, a DESPERATION extending to the tips of her fingers as she latches onto the ruffles of her dress to still her racing heart. This wretched scent of dirt—! It's FOUL and DEPRAVED and for just a moment it makes her vision blur to black and recall a time when only the fresh scent of blood met her senses in the midst of her delirium. Contempt sat at pursed lips as she began to mitigate her limited options in the closed space of the decrepit hall of the manor; did he know the truth that lay behind the precise makeup and cordial formalities? — HOW COULD HE KNOW? Leave it to one of the most shady residents lurching around the corners of the dark to stick his nose where it doesn't belong! Silk fabric wrinkles into a ball as nimble fingers curve into a tight grip.

"I'm nothing like you." Assertion — desperation teetering on the crescendo of her faltering voice. The crumbling of a prim and proper lady; was she really so susceptible to provocation like this? But with the way he sized her up for this bud which sprouted into a DECEITFUL FLOWER - how can she discern that his surface-level defamation was unfounded?

"Don't you project your own faults onto me! The thought of it makes me sick to my very core. In fact, keep me out of your mind entirely! It serves you no purpose other than to earn my scorn."

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♫ - Luca & Tracy pwease...

send me your favorite song and I’ll write a starter inspired by it ! Alternatively, send ♫ for me to choose a song. | accepting teehee @celestiialnotes

SEASONS CHANGE MERCILESSLY AND WITHOUT WARNING; THE ONLY CONSTANT FACTOR OF KEEPING TRACK OF PASSING TIME IN AN OTHERWISE INDECIPHERABLE GRAVITATIONAL PULL THAT THE MANOR HAD TO OFFER. The arrival of winter paints the windows with fog and nips at the skin in prickling cold. Tracy herself has been anticipating the spike in climate, as is a yearly tradition, by growing out her hair into ponytail length in preparation for the temperature drop. Normally rolled-up sleeves and cuffs are pushed back down to cover once bare skin, and she warms up her coffee to even more scolding temperatures to keep any residual chills at bay. Everything about it is so typical - the way she retreats to the basement to prod at some project or another, the clinking of tools in the dead of the night, as well as the icing of a heart that comes in much more emotionally loaded seasonal blues.

The mechanic sits on the floor of the basement with her doll seated right across from her, wrench in hand tightening a loose bolt for the umpteenth time that was sustained from one of the neverending attacks from the Hunters to undo the work her and her father have done. With each blow, does it feel pain? Will a Mechanic's doll experience death too? Tracy smiles grimly. She thinks it's closer to December than it is farther - the Baron allowing some merriment in festivities as decorations for the season appear from seemingly nowhere and dress the manor's interior. But she can't find the room to be happy in this fourth year of her stay in the manor. It's irrational to feel lonely with all the people who have joined her since her own arrival. And yet, she does. But there's no compelling force to take action in her depression; meaningless in their entrapment of hunt or be hunted. Sheep in a wolf pack's game. Even that was meaningless. They all had no choice but to live, despite the teeth that ripped them apart limb from limb on a weekly basis.

The wrench drops to the floor as she moves forward to take Milo into her arms, laughing bitterly as tears begin to stream down her face. The cold radiating off steel counterbalances the yearning for warmth that comes with Tracy's embrace, resting her forehead on the shoulder of the robot and shutting her eyes. There is no pain, only an empty void that drips darkness into her blood like an IV.

"Milo, do you hate being fixed up like this and forced to succumb to the manor games too?" Silence is the only response that comes with her question in the empty basement. She hugs the doll tighter. "I'm sorry, I've been cruel to you. But it'll be okay, I'm here for you. We're in this together. It'll be fine once you're patched up, right?"

(After all, nothing's going to change anyway.)

Gehenna 🎶🎶// Tracy - Luca // @celestiialnotes

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THERE'S A CERTAIN EXPECTATION THAT COMES ABOUT WHEN ENTERING A MATCH WITH A NEWCOMER ON THE SURVIVOR SIDE. The reality of the matter was that sudden exposure meant the lack of firsthand experience and knowledge of how to traverse the logic and space around them. These are matches that either end up in a lucky draw or decisive loss by the manor's unspoken track record. Yet, this expectation is entirely shattered as their survivor group makes a timely four-man escape, with Elise of the veterans being able to keep a seasoned hunter at bay until given a judgment lapse reprieve to allow herself a breakaway toward the opened exit gate. Tracy's still in a bit of shock due to the unexpected turn of events, pawning off her usual mild disposition for one that is brimming with wonder and admiration as she chases after the woman. A woman of science and mathematics is one who strives for an answer, no matter the cost!

"Hey, heeeey! Hold on just a moment, please! You were great out there! But what was it that you were doing with a teapot...?? Can I take a look at its inner mechanisms?!"

starter call ━━ ˟ ⊰ ♡ | tracy - elise | @asea0fmxses

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"Ah. That is truly an oversight on my part. Please forgive my poor manners, Sangria. I was easily distracted by your passion. My own title is The Geisha, you see." The information is just enough to supplement the foundation behind her curiosity and contribute to good tidings, and yet, Michiko can only hope that Sangria will not pry beyond surface-level questions and comments. Just as she will enact this same sort of unspoken respect toward her as well. The change of topics is welcomed with open arms, despite the vagueness that is strung with her response.

"How long? Far longer than one can recount. My memory fails me." No calendars nor newspapers were provided; the dull hum of a clock that tocked with each hour is something that each resident becomes accustomed to after a while - numb, trivial. She smiles despite the cruelty of their reality coming to lace her words. "You will come to learn that within these walls time is nothing but a nontangible construct that becomes all the less important as you go through your daily life."

She waves her hand in abrupt denial that comes with her opposite's lingering accusation. "Fear not, your arrival did nothing of the sort. Most of those who reside in our company are of the solitary sort. It is unlikely they would have strayed outside their own abode to greet you at this time." The walking dead need not sleep, though some choose to do so to pass the time. "We do often convene in mass to eat, however. I expect this is when the others are choosing to introduce themselves to you."

the first thought: this manor stills like a waiting crowd, tension building in deceptive silence — an easily fueled fire. the hall spreads like an open maw, the breath stinks of wood rot, and from the bowels come hunger; this sangria knows well, the tell of malice, game, and spectacle, even as it greets her with poise. red is best for those bleeding or who are bled upon. ❝ to think my passion would become my name. i am sangria, ❞ how it blisters her tongue, somehow true and scathing, ❝ and the pleasure is all mine. ❞

hunters. they couldn't leave the newest curiosity. ( blood is bait, brings teeth; you learn that as prey, as powerless, as a flicker to-be flame. yearning, yearning is a steadfast killer. you learn to take or you die. ) ❝ have you been here long, michiko? you're the first i've seen wandering these halls. ❞ a light observation, nary a sound or movement by more than a curtain or call of moonlight. is this where the immovable go to fester? a terrible thought, as she does so enjoy moving an audience.

❝ or did my arrival scatter them? making a timely entrance is a must, but not to the point of disrupting the stage. ❞

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❝ why keep fighting until you’re just a broken wreck? ❞ norton @ naib

tloz: twilight princess starters (accepting). | @lightsmartyr

"That's none of your damn business, Campbell."

Unmoving eyes do not peel away from the careful rebandaging of forearms despite the brooding silhouette staring him down from the dimly lit doorway to the infirmary. To die in a manor game? All was fine and well until you sat there with the inner hysteria of mental trauma lapping at your mind, reappearing anew without a trace of physical damage permeating your skin as if the entire ordeal was but a mere hallucination to drive yourself mad over. It was matches like these when a hunter with an intent to leave a more lasting effect on the survivors without allowing them the mercy to pass quickly by strapping them down on the rocket chair, forcing them to either bleed out or scramble to find an escape route in tow with their battle scars, where Naib felt there was some shred of meaning toward all of his actions in the moments prior. Each day was resignation to walk into a smokescreen of oblivion as the same monotonous cycle continued. Naib was tired, but something deep within him told him to keep fighting on; to keep doing what he could to keep the others out of danger's way. If not for his sake... for his mother's sake. For the sake of those who did not deserve to be stuck in these unrelenting conditions. For those who still had dreams to catch up on.

"And why don't you fight as hard?" He resorts, shifting on the infirmary bed and pulling his hood back over his head. "We all came here with some kind of ambition or goal in mind. With the way you're talking, it's clear you aren't taking it seriously enough if you've got the time to undermine my own motivations."

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❝ i’m nothing more than dirt. i’m not worth all that effort. ❞ andrew @ tracy

tloz: twilight princess starters (accepting). | @lightsmartyr

"Andy, it's really not that serious..."

Tracy settles into the creaking wooden chair with a slight sigh. It's a bit of an intimate setup for how spacious the dining hall was, the two finding an unlikely bond over Tracy's insistence on teaching Andrew a thing or two about card games. She moves her plate of food off to the side and out of the way, exchanging preoccupied hands from plate to a shiny deck of cards. It was better to be clued into the basics now before a derivative of Blackjack moves its way into their weekly manor games. The Gravekeeper didn't necessarily strike her as one that required a definitive win of their more standard matches, however, this situation was a bit different. Being paired off with a Hunter who may have cared more about their success could spell out trouble for someone who was ignorant of the rules and factors of the game.

"I'm going to hand you a pile of cards. We'll start off slow, okay? You ask me any questions you may have so we both ensure we're on the same page!"

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flash starter call! Like this post and ill make a starter of varying length. Specify which muse you would like it from, as well as your own muse for it to be directed at if youre also a multi. thanks!

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flash starter call! Like this post and ill make a starter of varying length. Specify which muse you would like it from, as well as your own muse for it to be directed at if youre also a multi. thanks!

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THE FIRST MATCH IS ALWAYS THE HARDEST. The depths of trauma and absolute terror that sinks its fangs deep within the skin, knawing and tearing at one limb from limb as they experience the excruciating pain of death, and yet, have no means of release. The utter cruelty that is strung along with each manor game; the seed that has unwillingly been buried, roots of terror sowed in order to relive the sensation of dying again and again and again. Tracy isn't one of the more resilient types that can sit back and allow the turbulence to bottle up inside, no, there is a certain look of horror that meets her eyes when each slash to kill lands, each splash of blood spills to the ground despite her long stay at the manor thus far. His delirium spins at her heartstrings and tugs her forward, concern etched into the wrinkles of her face as she offers a hand toward him.

"I know you're scared!" The mechanic emphasizes, tone raising in order to settle his shaky disposition and attempt to reason with him despite the ongoing frenzy. A battle with reason and fiction, the shaking hands and the reality of being tethered to this liminal space. "Believe me, I know how crazy this whole thing must be to you! Things like these are par the course of normal and reasonable! But let me help you! It'll be okay! Take a breath!"

It can't be possible.

Can't be, can't be, can't be. Nevermind what his trembling limbs and that nauseating terror are telling him - he knows that he's right. Everything he experienced back then- there's no way it could be anything more than a delusion, right?

He's just finally snapped. It was inevitable that it'd happen one day - he's always been teetering on the edge of madness, and while normally, the thought that he's finally fallen into its abyss would fill him with horror, right now, he clings onto the thought like a lifeline.

More than anything, he wants to escape what he's feeling right now. But he's trapped, and there's nothing he can do - the feeling of death lingers in every corner of his body; he can taste it on his tongue. Is this what it's like... to die?

Then, how is he alive now? ...When he notices that he's not alone - how long has that woman been standing there? - he's all at once lashing out, twisting around and screaming at her like some furious beast.

"Leave me alone!! You're not real, you can't be!"

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tloz: twilight princess (manga) starters

❝ i was shattered. i lost everything. ❞ ❝ i warned you not to take me lightly. ❞ ❝ we’re partners, aren’t we? ❞ ❝ ever since we’ve met, you’ve been disobedient and rude. ❞ ❝ take suffering as your companion, and unease and fear as friends. if you do, darkness will become light. ❞ ❝ it’s a cold world out there. you’ve gotta learn to trust folks. ❞ ❝ as you stand before me now, you’re all desperation and bravado. that is not true bravery. ❞ ❝ you can’t change your past and you can’t change who you were. you can only decide who you’re going to be. ❞ ❝ resentment is a trap of the heart into which everyone falls. ❞ ❝ you don’t look well. are you ill? ❞ ❝ you were born into life with a destiny. you cannot run away from that. ❞ ❝ you carry a smouldering darkness inside you. ❞ ❝ it’s considered impolite not to give your all in a fight. ❞ ❝ at dusk and dawn…it’s easy for all sorts of things to sneak by. ❞ ❝ since that day, so much has changed for me. ❞ ❝ i’m sorry. it’s been hard, huh? ❞ ❝ a true hero must shoulder a heavy responsibility. ❞ ❝ stay calm. move cautiously and remain vigilant. ❞ ❝ one more time. try telling the truth. ❞ ❝ why keep fighting until you’re just a broken wreck? ❞ ❝ if we start a fight, we must be ready to hit back. ❞ ❝ in the end, it’s easier just to be selfish. ❞ ❝ i was lost without you. i was lonely. ❞ ❝ why do i so often taste this sense of loss? ❞ ❝ i think both our journeys are pointing to the same place. ❞ ❝ power does not inhabit a blade without bravery. ❞ ❝ did you hear something? like the cry of a beast… ❞ ❝ what’s wrong? if you’re too weak, then just leave. ❞ ❝ what is strength? is it displays of power mocking the weak? destroying beauty simply to satisfy your greed? ❞ ❝ you get too worked up over things. ❞ ❝ easy for you to say. i’m the one getting beat up. ❞ ❝ i don’t need thanks. i didn’t do it for you. ❞ ❝ depending on your attitude…i might be able to help. ❞ ❝ if you don’t do as i say, i’ll take your arm off. ❞ ❝ as leader, i will not choose the path of pain and death for my people. i must protect them. ❞ ❝ strength isn’t about power…it’s about being brave. ❞ ❝ you have good eyes. the eyes of a proud beast. ❞ ❝ if the need arises, i will not hesitate to pick up a sword and fight. ❞ ❝ i guessed you had a secret past.   people can try to hide it, but nature shows through. ❞ ❝ i was lying when i said i’d never held a sword.❞ ❝ there’s no time for sentimentality. ❞ ❝ if someone comes in who knows about your past, i’ll protect you if they try to hurt you. ❞ ❝ is there something strange about me? ❞ ❝ be careful…there have been monsters around here lately. ❞ ❝ choose…surrender or die. ❞ ❝ when i feel uneasy or afraid i just think: ‘this is my mission’. ❞ ❝ don’t take me for nothing more than a fine doll good only for decoration. ❞ ❝ i’m nothing more than dirt. i’m not worth all that effort. ❞ ❝ why do you think we’re any safer here? ❞ ❝ don’t die on me now. ❞ ❝ ha! even you have a good idea sometimes. ❞ ❝ i fought through all kinds of monsters to get here…and i survived. ❞ ❝ i’ve spent so long looking for you! i’m so glad you’re safe. ❞ ❝ people are always hovering over me…and it’s so suffocating! ❞ ❝ some detours lead to unexpected good luck. ❞ ❝ you say whatever you think…i’ve never done that. ❞ ❝ there is no greater joy than helping a friend. ❞ ❝ what do you mean ‘never mind’? ❞ ❝ these days such peaceful travels are rare indeed. ❞ ❝ wildly rushing into danger isn’t courage. ❞ ❝ didn’t you say there’s something you need to do, no matter what it takes? ❞ ❝ i sense unprecedented danger approaching. ❞ ❝ how do you feel now, looking back upon yourself at that time? ❞ ❝ as usual, you’re a wimp. ❞ ❝ resentment is dangerous. it comes in through the slightest crack in your heart. ❞ ❝ i’d go to the ends of the earth for you. ❞ ❝ it really hasn’t been that long, but you’ve grown into a fine man. ❞ ❝ now is the time for us to take back all that was stolen. ❞ ❝ one thing’s certain — those aren’t human. ❞ ❝ what do you fight to protect? answer. ❞ ❝ i wish you wouldn’t do such dangerous things. ❞ ❝ if you got hurt due to my mistakes…i don’t think i could live with that. ❞ ❝ why would you do all that…when we’ve only just met? ❞ ❝ it’s a pretty name. perfect for you. ❞ ❝ once your wounds heal, you’ll need to leave right away. ❞ ❝ the hero on his knees! quite a sight. ❞ ❝ how does it feel to be so strong? quite a rush, isn’t it? ❞ ❝ you’re all puffed up on your own arrogance…drunk on your own pride. ❞ ❝ i once wondered how good you are…now i see you’re really skilled. ❞ ❝ i’m not physically strong like you…but my wits, brains and analysis can be helpful. ❞ ❝ don’t say you can’t accept that this is the end. ❞ ❝ you just want to satisfy your own ambition and lust for power. ❞ ❝ it’ll be all right because we’re together. ❞ ❝ why would you leave me at a time like this? ❞ ❝ for the first time i feel like i’m overflowing with incredible power. ❞ ❝ there’s no time for doubt. you are the chosen one. ❞ ❝ your problem is that you demand absolute perfection. ❞ ❝ there is no easy path. but you can definitely overcome it. ❞ ❝ i’m so very sorry. i broke my promise. i hurt you. ❞ ❝ that’s the spirit. hate me more. only then will this fight be worthwhile. ❞ ❝ i thought you were dead. ❞ ❝ well…? say something. or has my beauty left you speechless? ❞ ❝ i never forgot you. not for one moment. ❞ ❝ sorry for killing the mood. ❞ ❝ light and shadow are two sides of the same coin. one cannot exist without the other. ❞ ❝ if you desire something…then that is my desire too. ❞ ❝ who says i’m afraid of you? ❞ ❝ your weapon is little better than a toy. ❞ ❝ all that awaits you is despair. ❞ ❝ i’ve done the unforgivable. i betrayed you. ❞ ❝ i’m here to repay you for what you’ve done. ❞ ❝ since i’ve met you, we’ve travelled a long way…and a lot has happened. ❞ ❝ are you on a journey of self-discovery? ❞ ❝ that was a great strike. if i was a hair slower, you’d have gutted me. ❞ ❝ when i was young, i wanted to be a hero. ❞ ❝ your struggle is futile. ❞ ❝ as you can see, i know how to fight. ❞ ❝ my hatred toward you will not be satisfied by merely killing you once or twice. ❞ ❝ you’ve been through a lot. ❞ ❝ whose side are you on? light or shadow? ❞ ❝ if you run then we’re done for! fight to survive! ❞ ❝ i’m not strong enough. not good enough. ❞ ❝ i must crush your bones, rip out your organs and relish your lingering cries of pain. ❞ ❝ that was close, huh? ❞ ❝ rest now. you don’t have to fight any more. ❞ ❝ i bear this sword so i can protect my home in times like this. ❞

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🍎 ｡:*• ─ MEME TIME !

send me your favorite song and I’ll write a starter inspired by it ! Alternatively, send ♫ for me to choose a song.

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❝ aesop! aesop! aesop! ❞ hu tao @ hm i wonder (from the sideblog of course)

WITH CALM COMES THE STORM; and with fire comes a scorching inferno. Aesop Carl is not a man who is equipped to handle those who burn with such fiery intensity, no, such a complement would defy one that wields the vision of Dendro. He grimaces a bit as he hears the all too familiar voice of his director, hastening his pace several steps quicker. What starts as a brisk walk quickly becomes a sharp U-turn to head back toward the direction he came from. But she is gaining distance far quicker than he can maintain; after all, he never was the athletic type. He teeters on the border of breaking into a full-out sprint to get away and seek shelter somewhere other than here.

"Just go away," he says coldly, pleadingly. "I'm busy...!"

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— " live your life so that when you die, souls will come for miles just to hear your historic tales. "

Identity V Multimuse | Lured by Izzy.

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Starter call for Qi Shiyi. Please like this post if you want a starter with this muse. Length will vary depending on muse and or inspiration. Mutuals only. Specify muse if multi.

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Starter call for Lily. Please like this post if you want a starter with this muse. Length will vary depending on muse and or inspiration. Mutuals only. Specify muse if multi.