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This is goodbye.

I want to thank all my friends for supporting me. You know who you are.

I want to thank those that roleplayed with me, even for a little, even those I’ve talked about roleplaying with. You know who you are.

I want to thank everyone that’s followed, or even taken a look at my blog. I hope you’ll remember it, for better and for worse.

For everyone I’ve hurt, for whatever reason, I want to apologize. I wish I could have done something different, but this is the path life’s lead us.

All that’s left to do is move on.

Final Patch Notes:

Oxidation-Corundum Version 1.0 Released!

All connections lost.

This is the final update! I hope you all enjoyed watching me grow, but it’s time for a brighter future.

-Sam

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please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please READ PEOPLE’S RULES PAGE.

i can’t stress enough how frustrating it is when people don’t, & BELIEVE me a role-player knows when you haven’t. before interacting with the individual, READ THEIR RULES. pay at least that bit of respect to them & READ THEIR RULES. most of them have the same content but others don’t so READ THEIR RULES. they might have important stuff on there about what makes them nervous or their preferences or information so READ THEIR RULES.

it takes 5 minutes or less, READ PEOPLE’S RULES PAGE !!

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Reblog, click the picture, and prepare for battle.

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That’s it.

That’s everything.

No more drafts.

No more writing from here.

One last message on the seventh, and that’ll be the end of this blog.

...I’ll admit, I’m a little sad.

But I’m glad that I’m starting over.

More on that later, though.

Thanks, everyone. Keep whatever drafts you have for me on hold, okay?

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†  // SHAKESPEARE  AESTHETICS.

Rayze, Undina, ~Stizza~, Tittania

MACBETH.

the howl of wolves.  moonless nights.  ~dirt under fingernails~.   stained silk.   chattering teeth.   voices hoarse and cracked.   rotting fruit.   ~echoing drums~.   dry heaving.   hanging cobwebs.   ~stifling humidity~. bloodshot eyes. the roughness of rusted steel.  wild rosebushes. muscle cramps. the sound of splintering wood.

A MIDNIGHT SUMMER’S DREAM.

~crackling fires~.   ivy crawling on stone.   ~the faint music of running water~.  ~petrichor~.  ~dirty, bare feet~.    ~tattered clothing~.  thistledown.   wilted wildflower crowns. late evening birdsong.   ~curling leaves~.   a symphony of croaking frogs.   drifting feathers. the eerie sound of windchimes at night. humming bees.   beds of clover.

ROMEO & JULIET.

warm golden lamplight. worn shoes.  crumbling brick walls. whispered poetry. embroidered satin.  ~cool, hazy mornings~.  tousled hair. rosewater. flushed cheeks.   distant orchestras.  unfinished marble statues. cobblestone streets. loose threads.   ~ink smudged on parchment~. tapping fingers.  dust illuminated by sunlight.  poison vials.

HAMLET.

shattered glass. a cluster of fraying ribbons. unanswered knocks on doors.  lingering dampness. ~white noise~.   inexplicable drafts.  ~migraines~.   bleeding ears.   the taste of metal.  ~reflected mirrors~.   dry, cracked lips.   ~the sound of tearing paper~.  fogged windows. ~memories of dreams~.  tarnished silver.  ~protruding veins~.

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Tagging: @howlfortheknight @proazpizo @jaune-refaire-arc @specialschneeflake @cpring @thatismhgy @ms-belladone @littlesuncat @xgorgaux @blondiethepunmaster @vibraea @luckylunalepus @nightmare-fantasia

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The Huntsman slowly stirs awake; the morning light blinds him, and the warmth from the blonde hugging him calls him further to sleep.

“Mmmph...give me a few...my alarm hasn’t beeped yet...”

I hope. It probably hasn’t...

“ Chrommmmmmmmmmmm, wake up !! “ // @oxidation-corundum

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“Hard. Harder.” It was a quick, firm answer that came from Undina’s mouth. Hard words from a graceful voice.

“The upper class is selfish, manipulative, all about social standing. The lower class can hardly find a way to scrape by...and the middle class is non-existent, despite what the news would say.” Her arms fold, and she takes few deep breaths, steadying her breathing.

A fun thought, home.

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“So. If you could describe Atlas in a few words. How would you describe it? Are you able to describe life for both upper class Atlesians and …. the not-so-upper class?” The brunette had always been curious about the difference in between classes in Atlas, so she figured she might as well ask someone with more knowledge of the place.

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“Trust me, I hear it more often than not around here.” She follows the sophomore in further, moving to sit at what seemed to be a vacant bed nearby as Coco swivels around, clad in...

Well, aren’t you comfortable.

She focuses her gaze up at Coco’s face, giving a confident smile in response. “Putting you off your game would imply you were on it to begin with; I’d imagine you thought you were alone in the dorms...but anyway, I’m not here for the tournament.” She gives her weapon a light tap on the floor, producing a few thuds.

“I’m actually here as a student. Being a Huntress at Atlas would mean I would serve the country first.” Her lips curl down in a sneer as she pinches the bridge of her nose, shaking her head.

“I wished to serve my family and myself, and staying at Atlas wouldn’t have given me that. If the nobles that sit in those ivory towers wish to watch things burn, I shouldn’t have to save them when their gardens are ablaze.”

Starter? Maybe?

Tittania quietly stares at her weapon as she sips her coffee, idly twirling the blade of her prized weapon between her fingers of her free hand around and around…anger management. Wasn’t that a thought? A distant one, but a thought that had come and gone. Rage…it was useless if it wasn’t contained. Made one so easily blinded… “At least you know when to stop and breathe.” She sets the weapon against the wall once more, gaze sliding back to the fashionista.

“Snow Queen? I haven’t heard that one before…not entirely original, but it’s not the worst thing I’ve heard. That would be ‘Titty’, and the one that uses it…” Her hand tenses up, and she lets out a deep sigh.

“That aside, I’m here because I was curious; it’s not every morning you hear someone singing at the top of their lungs…”

That’s reserved for the nights where people drink.

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"Hello???" A silver haired girl was walking nearby. "Can anyone hear me?" Again...Lost.

But nobody came.

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💜 (all of them 4ever, turbonerd)

Meme.

Rayze looks at the note quizzically, tilting his head. “What I think o’ him? Ah don’t even know the guy that well...’Dina calls him a pup, so Ah guess that’s my ‘spectation.”

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“He’s like a golden retriever.” Undina smiles, twirling a pen around her currently fluid hand. “He’s friendly, open...likes to bark up the wrong tree on occasion, but he tries hard. I’m glad he’s working under me.”

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“Yeah, Undina mentioned that about him...” Stizza gives an indifferent shrug. “Can’t say she’s wrong. She knows him the best out of all of us, and I’ve only seen him around. ‘Puppy’ is about the way he looks at her.”

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“Pervert.” Tittania slams her bardiche into a practice dummy. “Looking up my skirt like that...”

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It’d been a while since he’d been greeted so enthusiastically; the line of work often meant a lot of coordination and trust, so to see this girl...Raven, was it? She just sat down in front of him, just like old times at Beacon...how long those days seemed to be.

“Chrom. It’s a pleasure.” He sips from a glass of water, staring into it pensively. “Is everyone really so organized? Maybe everyone just knows each other...”

Raven’s Song [Closed RP with nightmare-fantasia]

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“Your own leader being 15...” Chrom places his hands on his cheeks, rubbing them a bit as the realization sinks in deeper:

A 15 year old probably makes a better leader than I do. I don’t even have a team. Oh Dust, why.

Chrom sits there for a while, contemplating his life choices before silently standing up, lips straight and eyes hollow. “...I...think I’ll go back to the dorms.”

Bonds (Closed RP with ms-belladone)

A scoff escapes his lips as he lets out a low sigh, shaking his head. “I’m not wise, much less a sage.” Chrom shuts his eyes as he leans back on the bench, letting out a deep sigh.

“Wisdom is subjective; I’m not the smartest, and I don’t think I’d make for a good leader…a companion, an adviser, yes. But leading a team of my own one day, as nice as it would be? I don’t think I’d do well.”

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The gauntleted hand drops to her side after a quick moment of typing, slipping her phone in the pocket of her rather short shorts before walking along the path. “Ramen it is, then. Nothing beats a nice, large bowl of ramen after a long workout...at least, if it’s light.” Her lips curl up as she walks with a bouncy cadence, not too dissimilar from her tone.

“Soooo, you’ve been training pretty hard there, Champ. Think you’ll knock’em dead out there?”

Spotting the Thread [Closed RP with pxleides]

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pxleides:

“Thanks.” 

  Accepting the hand, she got  up and took a moment to wipe the sweat that had accumulated on her forehead. With her team busy elsewhere, she considered herself lucky she could find a spotter in Stizza. One mustn’t slack off, especially in such lovely weather. 

  “Just… Doing my best. Have to stay in top form.” She happily accepted the bottle with a ‘thank you’ and took a long drink. Nothing like a refreshing drink after a good work out.

“Yes, I’d like that. Anything in particular?” 

The fellow redhead gave a quick, dismissive wave of the hand as she started to walk toward the festival grounds. “Well, we’re all trying our best; you just happen to stay your best. We should treat ourselves a little; enjoy the festival while we’ve got it, you know?” Her hands slid to her (admittedly kinda tiny) pockets, pulling out her Scroll…

Wait, I’ve got how many missed messages? All from…Dust, you’re really worrying about me, aren’t you? The cheerful smile slowly formed a straight line; her spotting Pyrrha was, admittedly, a bit impromptu…no doubt Rayze was worried about her. Not like me to leave the big guy hanging…

“Not really; I’m not super picky about what I eat, but I could go for something meaty…” Her low voice trails off into a hum as she glances at the Scroll again. “Say,” she lifts an armored finger before giving her a finger gun, “do you have anything you want?”

“Right.”

  She glances curiously at her, before taking a final sip and recapping the bottle. It was a rather last minute, asking for her assistance, she could only hope she didn’t inconvenience the other student. 

  “Me?” She was somewhat surprised by the question though she really shouldn’t have been. Head tilting, her pointer finger tapped the bottle idly as she thought. Of course, she was keeping the ‘meaty’ preference more in mind then her own. She wasn’t too picky herself…

“Well, there was this ramen place I recall seeing, I believe they have some meaty things. I think There was also a beef skewer stall….” Pyrrha suggested.

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Actually,

for those that I’ve got drafted, why not.

If I owe you something in my drafts, let me know if you want the thread to continue or if you want something tragic in the thread to cap it off.

The idea came to me when I realized that these drafts, what I have left in that page, is the last bit of official responses I’ll get to on here. I can go full ham if continuing isn’t an issue.

Let me know if you want something abrupt and dramatic! As a reminder, I’m stopping drafts at midnight, when 1/4 hits.

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Writing Tip

because I see this everywhere and most people don’t know about it. The hyphen(-), the en-dash(–) and the em-dash(—) are three completely different things with completely different uses. If you write fanfiction, it’s likely that your readers won’t care, but if you want to submit a manuscript for publishing, you need to know the difference. 

The hyphen (-) is the basic symbol you find on your keyboard, and it’s meant to only be used for hyphenated words (well-being, two-thirds). 

The en-dash (–) is a slightly longer dash. It’s usually the width of an uppercase N, hence the name. You can find it by looking through the ‘insert symbol’ option in MS word or many word processors, and it is meant to be used to show a particular distance, or for intervals (May–August, 1900–1916, pages 12–22)

The em-dash (—) is what people most commonly use, but they refer to it as a hyphen. It’s the longest dash, about the size of an uppercase letter M, and you can either find it through the list of symbols in your word processor, or some word processors actually automatically transform two hyphens (–) into an em-dash  (—). It is meant to be used as a break in the sentence, in a place where a comma, semicolon or colon would normally be used or as a break in dialogue. (Her niece—the daughter of her oldest sister—is the one over there.) 

*All three types of dashes are normally meant to be used without any spaces on either side of the dash. 

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tumblr friendships are hard to maintain like im sorry i know i havent talked to you in 5 months but you’re still super rad and i still consider us friends im just dumb