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            𝐈𝐓  𝐈𝐒  𝐎𝐔𝐑  𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓   !      .  .  .    it  will  not  end  here   ;   with  every  victory  𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺  𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑳  𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳  𝑮𝑹𝑶𝑾   .   if  your  father  has  his  way   ,  𝚆𝙴  𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻  𝙳𝙾  𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶   .  𝘸𝘦  𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭  𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦  𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯  𝘰𝘶𝘳  𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴  ,  𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦  𝘰𝘶𝘳  𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴  𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺  𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵  𝘢𝘯𝘥  𝘭𝘦𝘵  𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴  𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥    .   .   . 

                             𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝐖𝐄  𝐍𝐎𝐓  𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓  𝐎𝐅  𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃   ?                  tell  me   ,  𝖒𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖓   ,  𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧  𝐝𝐢𝐝  𝐰𝐞  𝐥𝐞𝐭  𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥  𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞  𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧  𝐮𝐬  ?

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            𝐈𝐓  𝐈𝐒  𝐎𝐔𝐑  𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓   !      .  .  .    it  will  not  end  here   ;   with  every  victory  𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺  𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑳  𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳  𝑮𝑹𝑶𝑾   .   if  your  father  has  his  way   ,  𝚆𝙴  𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻  𝙳𝙾  𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶   .  𝘸𝘦  𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭  𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦  𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯  𝘰𝘶𝘳  𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴  ,  𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦  𝘰𝘶𝘳  𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴  𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺  𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵  𝘢𝘯𝘥  𝘭𝘦𝘵  𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴  𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥    .   .   . 

                             𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝐖𝐄  𝐍𝐎𝐓  𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓  𝐎𝐅  𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃   ?                  tell  me   ,  𝖒𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖓   ,  𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧  𝐝𝐢𝐝  𝐰𝐞  𝐥𝐞𝐭  𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥  𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞  𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧  𝐮𝐬  ?

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all the p*rnbots found me so i’m prob gonna remake this blog... already made a tiny list of threads i’m keeping and then i’m starting fresh!

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i know i’m starting to sound like a broken record here but i swear i am (slowly) making my comeback. i’ve been working on drafts i have so that i can queue them all at once and stay on top of things instead of overwhelming myself. i will be here. soon. 

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belarph​:

hey all; commissions are currently back open.  and i hate to ask for work so forwardly, but i only got half my check this week and i won’t be able to afford many amenities outside of paying electric/gas.  i really need some extra funds for food and medication, so if you have need of any graphics, please think of me

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not gone just exhausted

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.*·ﾟ✧・𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐂𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍.

SILENCE FOLLOWS SUCH A CONFESSION, AND FOR A LONG MOMENT DOES IT LINGER UNTOUCHED.  Hovering. Only hushed whisperings of ancient trees playing as accompaniment while the words themselves are taken in. Turned over in the cupping of a METAPHORICAL palm that had been gifted them.

Crystalline EYES do not follow the gaze that clings so  i n t e n t l y  to the sky, but instead find themselves lingering on the elleth. GREENLEAF’s expression holding placid and UNREADABLE, though a troubled tugging softly begs to crease neat dark brows. A request that goes  D E N I E D  as attentions shift beyond to darkening skies.  ‘ A yearning heart can on occasion be a vague one when it is searched for answers to what it aches for. You…believe such FULFILLMENT lay beyond these borders? ’

            𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄  𝐓𝐎  𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏  𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋  𝐀𝐍𝐘  𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑   ,    tauriel  resorts  to  pacing   .   at  first   ,   it  is  only  a  few  steps  away  from  him   ,   followed  by  a  few  steps  back  in  his  direction   .   as  the  silence  stretches   ,   she  grows  more  restless  and  her  pacing  grows  increasingly  more  frantic  before  she  forces  composure  upon  herself  and  halts  the  movements   .  

            𝙩𝙤  𝙨𝙖𝙮  𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩  𝙨𝙝𝙚  𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙚  𝙝𝙚𝙧  𝙜𝙖𝙯𝙚  𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮  𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢  𝙩𝙝𝙚  𝙨𝙠𝙮  𝙩𝙤  𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠  𝙩𝙤  𝙩𝙝𝙚  𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚  𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙  𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙡𝙮  𝙗𝙚  𝙖  𝙝𝙮𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙤𝙡𝙚   .   troubled  eyes  fall  upon  the  other  and  she  wrings  her  hands  together  before  her   .  ❝   do  not  mistake  my  intentions   .   𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐢𝐬  𝐦𝐲  𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞   .   ❞   one  she  would  not  abandon   ,   after  the  life  she’d  built  for  herself   ,   the  responsibility  she’d  earned   .  ❝   but  is ��it  not  also  a  cage   ?   ❞   she  worries  then   ,   that  having  forgone  formalities  in  favor  of  confiding  in  legolas  as  a  friend   ,   may  not  have  been  the  wisest  decision   .  ❝   .  .  .   if  i  were  to  confess  to  you  the  extent  of  what  weighs  upon  my  heart   ,   𝖒𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖓   ,   will  you  swear  that  it  would  stay  only  between  us   ?   ❞

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.*·ﾟ✧・𝐌𝐋𝐅𝐍𝐒.

               ‘   …   𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘   𝐄𝐀𝐓   ,  it   best   wait   here   .   ‘  he   struggled   with   the   words   as   they   left   him   ,   as   much   was   clear   as   the   broken   words   left   his   lips   .   he   knew   the   mess   that   the   pack   made   when   they   fed   ,   like   𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐒   as   they   did   so   .   as   part   of   their   agreement   they   could   not   feed   on   anything   within   the   woods   ,   permitted   to   leave   once   each   month   to   find   food   for   the   whole   pack   .   {{   or   it   was   supposed   to   be   the   whole   pack   that   enjoyed   the   meal   }}  he   pointed   to   the   moon   high   in   the   sky   before   looking   back   to   her   .   ‘   when   starts   to   fall   ,   𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄   .   you   stay   here   …   i   keep   company   .   ‘   it   was   an   offer   given   ,   despite   his   reservations   to   be   around   any   other   kin   ,   trust   was   lacking   from   him   ,   though   his   hostility   was   mostly   toward   men   over   any   other   .

            𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄  𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐒  𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍  𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐌   ,    a  slight  squint  as  her  gaze  shifts  over  the  other’s  shoulder  in  the  general  direction  of  the  rest  of  his  pack   .   slowly  does  it  shift  back  to  his   ,   contemplating  her  next  move   .  ❝   𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝  𝐢  𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝  𝐲𝐨𝐮  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠’𝐬  𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲  𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬  𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫  𝐤𝐢𝐧  𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐧𝐨  𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦  𝐭𝐨  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬  𝐨𝐟  𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦   ?  ❞   the  insinuation  that  they  might  interfere  with  her  routine  patrol  was  enough  to  have  the  captain’s  fingers  twitching  with  evident  agitation   ,   though  she  refrains  from  speaking  on  it   –––    she  will  not  be  the  one  responsible  for  interfering  with  what  thranduil  has  planned   .

            she  glances  briefly  toward  the  sky   ,   lips  pressing  together   .  ❝   if  i  cannot  carry  out  my  duties  without  interference   ,   i’m  afraid  this  arrangement  will  be  scant  in  it’s  longevity   .   ❞   judging  by  the  height  of  the  moon  in  the  sky   ,   they  would  be  hours  from  sunrise   .  .  .    but  she  supposes  her  time  would  be  better  spent  acting  upon  diplomacy  than  returning  to  the  king  empty-handed   .   her  gaze  returns  once  more  to  the  other’s   .  ❝   what  is  your  name   ?  ❞

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.*·ﾟ✧・𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐊𝐘𝐇𝐀𝐙𝐄𝐃.

     it   may   be   his   kingdom,   but   it   is   no   longer   his   home.      not   if   she   was   to   be   banished.      ❝   my   mind   will   not   change   tauriel.      my   time   in   that   realm   is   over.      it   is   time   to   explore   NEW   POSSIBILITIES.      i   would   not   have   you   face   middle   earth   alone,   though   i   am   QUITE   SURE   you’re   capable.   ❞      tauriel   was   one   of   the   strongest   he’s   ever   seen.      she   could   make   it   on   her   own,   but   she   should   not   live   a   life   of   solitude.      even   if   just   a   friend,   he   wishes   to   follow   her.

            𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒  𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒    fails  to  reach  her  eyes   .   𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙  𝙬𝙖𝙨  𝙨𝙝𝙚   ,   that  he  thought  so  highly  of  her  ability   –––   𝙽𝙾𝚃  𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃  𝙸𝚃  𝚆𝙰𝚂  𝚄𝙽𝚆𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙳   ,   𝙱𝚄𝚃  𝚂𝙷𝙴  𝚁𝙴𝙼𝙰𝙸𝙽𝚂  𝙷𝚄𝙼𝙱𝙻𝙴  𝙽𝙾𝙽𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚂   .   𝙗𝙪𝙩  𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙝  𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨  𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙  𝙣𝙤𝙩  𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙬  𝙖  𝙫𝙚𝙞𝙡  𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧  𝙝𝙚𝙧  𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮  𝙩𝙤  𝙨𝙚𝙚  𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙮   !   what  trouble  she’d  gotten  herself  into   ,   she  couldn’t  knowingly  drag  legolas  down  with  her   .   she  turns  to  him  then   ,   searching  his  gaze  intently   .  ❝   𝖒𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖓   ,   ❞   she  murmurs   ,  ❝   i  must  take  responsibility  for  my  actions   .   i  will  not  allow  you  to  turn  away  from  your  people  for  my  sake   .   we  will  meet  again   .  .  .   i  believe  that   .   but  for  this  moment   ,   please  do  not  make  this  more  difficult   .   ❞

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Is there another life? Shall I awake and find all this a dream? There must be, we cannot be created for this sort of suffering.

John Keats, from a letter to Charles Brown; Sept. 28, 1820.  (via paper-fairy)

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Tauriel

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❥     𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   .

another meme inspired by devotedecay’s format !     tw  for  violence, blood, mature themes. send  in  one  of  these  for  my  muse’s  reaction  to  … (  add  ❝  reverse  ❞   if  you’d  like  to  see  how  my  muse  would  preform  the  action  !  )

[ deck ]   your muse decking mine in the face.

[ punch ]   your muse punching mine anywhere / or specify.

[ pin ]   your muse forcibly pinning my muse beneath them.

[ straddle ]   your muse forcing mine to the ground and straddling them.

[ scratch ]   your muse raking mine with their nails / claws.

[ bite ]   your muse biting mine.

[ turn ]   your muse rolling from beneath to atop my muse.

[ wall ]   your muse pinning mine against a wall.

[ snarl ]   your muse snarling / growling at mine.

[ curse ]   your muse cursing at / cursing mine out.

[ tug ]   your muse gripping mine’s hair.

[ kick ]   your muse kicking mine anywhere / or specify.

[ point + gun ]   your muse holding mine at gun point.

[ point + knife ]   your muse holding mine at knife point.

[ mock ]   your muse mocking mine.

[ sweep ]   your muse knocking mine off their feet.

[ grab ]   your muse grabbing mine forcibly.

[ shoot ]   your muse shooting my muse anywhere / or specify.

[ stab ]   your muse stabbing my muse anywhere / or specify.

[ break ]   your muse breaking any of mine’s bones / or specify.

[ strangle ]   your muse choking mine out.

[ shove ]   your muse shoving mine forcibly.

[ bruise ]   your muse making mine bruise.

[ under ]   your muse shoving mine underwater.

[ attempt ]   your muse attempting to kill mine.

[ bare ]   your muse baring their teeth at mine.

[ threaten ]   your muse threatening mine.

[ spit ]   your muse making mine spit blood.

[ bleed ]   your muse making mine bleed.

[ burn ]   your muse burning mine.

[ corner ]   your muse cornering mine.

[ throat ]   your muse wrapping a hand around mine’s throat.

[ challenge ]   your muse challenging mine.

[ cut ]   your muse cutting mine.

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Manhandling symbol starters

Send one for your muse to…

★ - drag my muse by the arm ⁂ - grab my muse by the front of their shirt, possibly shoving them back ✱ - take my muse by the hips to carefully move them out of their way ➜ - smack my muse upside the head ⌧ - grip my muse by the back of the neck © - put a hand on my muse’s back to steer them somewhere ✂ - point sternly at a chair and tell my muse to sit down ✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed (perhaps involving illness, injury, or sleep deprivation) ☛ - press a finger to my muse’s lips to shut them up ♚ - put a hand on my muse’s knee while sitting next to them, to discourage them from standing up ♧ - slap my muse’s hand away from something they shouldn’t touch ♦ - grab my muse’s hair and yank ♤ - slam a door shut before my muse can leave the room ♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them ♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye ♨ - rub my muse down with a sponge/wet cloth  ☀ - pin my muse with their arms behind their back ☠ - slam my muse into a wall ☾ - wrestle/pin my muse to the ground

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“The more you love, the more you suffer.”

— Vincent van Gogh

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She was one of those stars, a bright dot in blackness, without home, without a companion, in eternal cold and silence.

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