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————— I don’t want to face the world in TEARS.

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i'm making another muse, but idk who?

bring back blind!anna from frozen

diaval from maleficent

derek hale from teen wolf

anyone you see me play, basically?

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                how about now? you know you love me

                 i know but you don't and never will. pls jack stop!!!

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please fuel my ego and tell me what your favorite thing about me is

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    you appreciate my childlike youthful essence, admit it

           seventeen... eighteen.... 

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hmph!

              i'm counting to nineteen to get that pout outta your precious face

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              ” Fair enough. “

                            He shrugs wandering over to prep for the next order, he’s on                             cashier duty today since one of the other employees is on a                             short leave of absence. He smiles to himself, maybe it’s the                             smell of sweetbread lined along the counters or that the bakery                             isn’t so crowded, but Jack finds no fault in having a small chat                             with a beautiful stranger. Even with his back to her, he still                             speaks, trying to coax her out of her shell.

                          ” Blue’s a better color, more versatile. “

              " Correct. "  

          The psychology of colors plays a crucial part in product-selling. Colors have meanings, colors are embedded in your brain. Her job is to play with that hyperactive muscle, connect the right memories to trigger the right associations.           Take  a look around ---- aren't most uniforms navy blue? Now, look up, what do you see? A terrific, endless, BLUE sky. And the horizon? A deep, boundless sea.            Blue is all around, however it passes unseen. Most shades represent calmness, loyalty, wisdom, but not all, and too much blue pictures winter, the cold, anything stoic and oppressing in its solidity. Colors somehow contain a power over your brain and can factually destabilize you.             For once in their minuscule exchange Six is the one to engage.

               " Most people tend to be more productive in a blue room.                        -------------   You should consider a painting job... "

Would she get her coffee cold, if she ever got it? Oh well, she'd never seen this little man before, he was probably new ---- yet a bit too at ease to be.        

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            Starter call !

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                                                   Ｗ  Ｏ  Ｗ  Ｚ  Ａ  ．

when this blog was established on the 20th of december last year, i had no idea how long i’d be staying. i mean, muses — as many of us know — are often fickle, and most of them almost never stay. i admired so many people who’d been able to last months and months and years and years with their muses, who had developed themselves and their characters simultaneously with the passing of time. i never thought i’d get that — i never dreamed that i’d find that one muse who i was going to be married to, in a sense, before elsa. and now? man. the english language has failed me; i can’t find words to express what i feel right now.

but more than that — more than the satisfaction that comes with the knowing that your muse has been a positive force on your life — what i never thought i’d get was just the entire experience of being here. as an introvert, i oft found it difficult to put myself out there and connect with people, in real life or not. roleplaying has provided an avenue for me to do so without as much difficulty as it often poses, and i’m very proud to say i’ve made so many friends whom i treasure and love, and will continue to do so until the end of time. so this? this is not for me. this is for you, so you guys know how much i love every single one of you.

    hover over the little crown thingy to the right of your urls, okay? 

loverofwarmhugs ♔ siirenis ♔ punziiie ♔ virtusxcor ♔ icesalis ♔  notasubject ♔ xmagizoologist ♔ nevermisses ♔ unbeatxn ♔  corrupitquepuritas ♔ frigidum ♔ prince-of-fearlings ♔  litoraliis ♔ halfawolf ♔ thewillfulones ♔ stillamemberofthisfamily  ♔ webheadedhero ♔ oceanwrought ♔ firehxwks ♔ guuurei-sama  ♔ felizclaradad ♔ santakira ♔ sxcrificism ♔ theicemxster ♔  rudolphslayer ♔ rascalist ♔ ofthiievery ♔ robctics ♔ hiiroic ♔  lvlalfoy ♔ thefireguardian ♔ xbustersword ♔ herunfailingkindness  ♔ siixual ♔ malifiicus ♔ icantdrown ♔ freckledbutton ♔ exnatura  ♔ spareheiress ♔ noxiiosus ♔ c-h-i-t-a-n ♔ 

          —— and for all those whom i failed to mention (because i am trash, and my family is hassling me because we have to go), please don’t doubt that i love you; know that if you are reading this, i love you and i have never loved you less. thank you so much for sharing this journey with me, and i hope you guys will continue sharing it with me as i go on.

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          ” Huh, I wouldn’t say Grinch. “

It’s a slow enough day. His shop is not a mainstream one, which means FEWER customers in comparison to say…Starbucks? He’s just a bakery boy with a pinch of flour on his shoulder and an apron tied around his waist. Jack shrugs, polite conversation is better than a dull silence, though she doesn’t look too eager to continue. Tough crowd.

                        ” Green fur doesn’t look good on anyone. “ 

            He speaks and perseveres despite her grumpy act, Six thus grows more and more uncomfortable. Desire, he desires something only she can offer, and she blinks, totally clueless of those people most call conversationalists. Six loathes that she feels attracted to a simpleton, even in a completely dull manner. She loathes that his lips tugging up makes her tired ones itch for it, too. Loathes how when he looks at her, she feels almost self-conscious.

             " ------ I think it's supposed to make you ugly... "

             She can't help but be rude, she never learned the other way.

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                  ❝ So glad you could come. ❞

        That smooth voice drips with the sweetness of honey and a warmth that has become somewhat foreign to her person. Snow stands beside the victim tied to the chair— were it not for him, bruised and bloodied and probably not breathing anymore, the kitchen would be a perfect scene. Snow smiles, untying the bright fabrics of the apron that decorates her slender frame ( though wearing it seems more a cruel joke than anything else, there is not a trace of the scarlet fluid anywhere on her person ). Not one pretty golden hair is out of place. She is immaculate.

         Manicured nails settle on the tray that has been cooling throughout her little conversation, she raises it to that twin gaze. 

                                                       ❝ Would you like a muffin ? ❞

           Six cautiously balanced her body over the cadaver, incapable to touch the limp limbs. He was just unconscious, this couldn't be. Aurora couldn't compromise her benign freedom for the satisfaction of control. Control over her. Snow didn't lick people's boots to entice them, she cut them off with the feet still nestled inside.

             Her never, yet curious, worried eyes hoped he would open his. Straighten his poor shoulders, hold his multi-colored head, breathe deeply to deliver her from the fright. His bald cranium hung from the chair, his mouth grosly open from the stretch.            A minute ago, she had sensed the presage of a situation so tenebrous that she had considered returning to work, avoid the unavoidable. You could not run from your own reflection forever.            Crossing the heavy door, parading to the red one across the room, fell in a sentiment of dark oddity. Behind, the doors smoothed together, like the arms of the buildings locking her in. Holding a secret she soon would discover and wear as a cloak, another facet to her shallow person.

            Hope diminished as she sustained Malira's dumb smirk, throbbing red fists, Snow still held the tray in her direction. He would not wake from this sleep. And as she glanced upon the tray she couldn't help but see little human parts poking through the muffin's inflated head.

                     " ----- ... Why did you want me here? "

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hey guys i know i said i would be there but i just got the h1n1 and no pills are working and i feel like a truck rolled over me? so yeah i'll probably disappear until after christmas?

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               ❝ Of course it is, Elizabeth. ❞ 

      ELIZABETH doesn’t get the luxury of an alias—not here, not with Snow. Petty, pretty criminal regards her sister coolly despite the pure and genuine  a n g e r  that courses through icy veins. She can’t help but wonder if anyone else even knows this TRAITOR’S real name, or if she’s weak enough to pretend that the little girl she’d been never existed.

      She could order the pesky number’s extermination if she wanted to, she tells herself, she killed her father, she could kill her sister too if it means some possibility of extinguishing unresolved hatred that boils in her blood even after so many years.

              ❝ I’m glad you did, too. It just proves how weak you’d be in my position. ❞

        " You keep telling yourself that. "

The sound of her name made her calm heart miss a beat, an old residue had somehow blockaded the small vessel. Keep up, Six, just keep up with her bullshit. 

She had forsaken Aurora perhaps months before all potential could have even started vanishing from her. Life slipping out of animated blue eyes like loud, yellow torrents. Now, as she faced the death-like criminal, she finally woke up from her languid past, terribly hangover and dry. She although remembered more or less about her sister; her manners, her vocabulary, her acclaimed smile. Yet now that her pretty, angelic smile was tarnished by her sneaky, snaky intents. She couldn't help but WONDER if Aurora had truly forsaken herself too. 

Six smoked, if only to cloud her mind.

Despite many of her and their father's words, the little kid once held within a substance none of them could have ever comprehended even working on it together. Aurora was not of their kinds, not of their worlds, and now she tried to be.

So COLD, so POWERFUL, so CHARMING, yet not Aurora. What pride was it, that she found in that? If Six had any argument, it was that she'd stayed true to herself. The old shell just died and crumbled from her mind ---- her back.

So did her innocence, and Six was far from a basic player, far from a dumb, mousy woman, FAR from being Aurora. In her twinned glance, she saw a murderous rage that made her thirst for avoidance increase, in her glance, there was nothing but harshness and how could anyone live like that?

Six quickly understood that If she had killed her daddy, she'd kill her Eliza with a twisted, relieved sigh and revel at the fact that her last sight was one of hatred in her own reflection. 

And then she thought of it, her' whatever it was. Malira. Or whatever her/it name was. That dirty fiend who never kept her mouth shut. The one who she saw squeezing her sister's waist while father wasn't looking. The toy she preferred over her. And she wondered about that little abomination aloud.

                        " Killed off your little doggie yet? "

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repulsione

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                    in front of the GALLERY he sat. vacant eyed and                       completely alone in the gelid winter air. STONE                      steps seemed to cradle him, provide some sort                      of solace in a time of such discord. his art hung                      upon the empty, white walls within the building.                       most likely being spat upon, well, that was what                      he believed his art deserved. if it were up to him                       he’d prefer it to continue being hid under a sheet                      in his flat. THOUGH his friends had organized this                       and thought it would make him HAPPY. it was                       q u i t e the opposite. he , of course, appreciated                      the sentiment. he was truly too afraid of reactions                      to enter the building. NERVOUS to see people’s                      reactions to something he’d held so dear to him.                      quickly lighting a cigarette and taking a quick drag                      letting the smoke fill his lungs and trying to calm                       himself down. 

                Hence, she arrived. A languid walk she led brought her under an orange, industrial spotlight ----- tainting the frail layer of snow in a violent, chemical sunset. With half a glance, she noted the man quietly, he brooded in the obscurity. Six was acknowledging how feathery his presence was; it, apparently eroding as the cold air caressed it with no mercy. His mind certainly trailed afar, as a result his body caved in and out, meandering like a snake on the stairs. Disappearing.                  Her suitor had invited her to this improvised gallery. Supposing she, as a silly woman, would be impressed by his charabia on art he unquestionably didn't understand. However, she wouldn't be mousy, or obedient, she would intently amuse herself by provoking his confusion. He genuinely had seemed upset by her intelligence, thus grew awkward and silent. Left as he excused himself to the bathroom ( a bathroom in a gallery, really? ).

                  It seemed only a cigarette could calm her, and in a loyal fashion. Only a cigarette, would be around as she was still undressed, messy hair and glossy eyes. Only a cigarette, and this man, as she thought maybe she had truly fallen out of love, or perhaps her constant choice of dates revealed she wasn't truly looking for anything, for she always found an excuse before getting to know them.

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hi hi, sorry for my disappearance, i finished my term yesterday and stuff!! now ob's trailer just got out and i'm not in the mood to write, but after my ireland/germany meeting i should be good, see you then!

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six and snow. six and aurora. six and elsa. IDK JUST GIMME ALL THE SIX SHIPS YOU HAVE.

ELIRA -

vomit / don’t ship / ok / cute / adorable / sexy / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell / i love cute baby killers that love each other so much that they would probably strangle one another for fun / i would probably pretend to be six and die so that they would one day forgive each other / i’m serious about the heel in the neck sxmniare​ /

AURIX -

vomit / don’t ship / ok / cute / adorable / sexy / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell / aGe-GaP ? ? ? » ? ? `~~  .  . / cries… longly? ? ?  i ‘m / O K A Y WHY /

ELSIX -

vomit / don’t ship / ok / cute / adorable / sexy / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell / authority figure and assistant ships are a weakness kick me in the knee pls i want to feel strong again