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official goodbye.

tl;dr: i’m going to quit rping, but i didn’t just wanna let this blog dwindle into inactivity without a proper notice. mainly because i want to thank all the friends i’ve made and all the wonderful writers i had the privilege to meet through this experience. thank you all for 6 wonderful years on various blogs. it’s been a blast ♥

so. i decided to quit rping for a variety of reasons, mainly time-related and personal. i finished my BA and just started my MA, i’m working, and i’m doing volunteer work for the faculty council. i’m still not doing well health-wise (both physically and mentally), and a recent event in my family shook me pretty badly. rping is supposed to be about interactions, and i’m simply not capable of bringing up this kind of commitment right now, nor am i sure i ever will again on this scale.

i used to love rping specifically for this reason - that it’s about developing a story together with others - and over the years, i’ve made some really good friends through this and had some great experiences. most of these friends are inactive themselves now, the communities i used to be a part of have fizzled out, and i’ve started missing rping the way it used to be a good while before quitting. i know i will miss it even now, but i also know that i’m simply not able to find my place here again, because i don’t have the time or energy to make new connections and (more importantly) keep them up, and i feel like that also wouldn’t be fair to my rp partners.

i will keep writing, but mainly for myself. i might get into discord rps with people i know, if anyone’s interested. and in any case, if anyone wants to keep up with me personally - feel free to shoot me a message for my discord / personal blog !  i’ll keep checking this account for a couple of weeks to be sure, and i’ll definitely leave it up as an archive, because i love going through old posts, headcanons and interactions on rainy days.

to the people who have stuck with me this far - thank you, thank you so much for years of joy, of writing, of experience. rping has been a huge part of my formative years, and i am so incredibly thankful for every friendship that developed from this, every encouragement, every friendly interaction. it has truly been an amazing time i will always look back upon fondly.

i hope you’re all doing well, and i wish you all the best in the future.

thank you all, rose xx

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Random list of favorite characters: ↳ 1 of ? characters: The Sanderson Sisters

“You know, I’ve always wanted a child. And now I think I’ll have one…on toast!”

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 ▬ ANNA VALERIOUS.

APHRODITE       laughter loving.   sweet smiles.   dressed in silk and satin.   flower in their hair.   sees the world as a runway.  unapologetically sexual.  the sea washing their ankles.  in love with love.  stirrer of passion.  cunning concealed by painted lips.   secret daggers.   doves.   revolution in their kiss.  delighting in the waves.   flirtatious winks.   strolling along the beach.   staring wistfully from a balcony.   this is how to be a heartbreaker.   wants to be adored.   gets turned on by danger (100%).

APOLLO      glitz and glamour.   art galleries.   turning the volume up.   being made of gold.   neatly organized music sheets.   notebooks filled with poetry.   bathing in the sunlight.   the powerful urge to create.   collecting vinyl records.   beautiful cover of wonderwall.   playing multiple instruments.    tasting like sunshine.   healing touch.  speaking in prophecies.   smile mingled with wrath.   shunning lies.   sporting shades.   hanging out at music festivals with their friends.   sleeps naked.   arrow to the heart.   paint brushes.   probably has a tinder account.

ARES      armed for battle.   wants to raise a dog with their significant other.   soft spot for children.   gives piggyback rides.   scarred body.   blood on their hands and face.   willing to fight the world for the ones they love.   fights against injustice.   warm hugs.   well worn combat boots.   boxing gloves.   bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles.  fist raised in protest.    ignites revolutions.    fear is a prison.    more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think.     exhausted.     damaged goods.     force to be reckoned with.   red roses.   curses under their breath.

ARTEMIS         keen sense of a hunter.     freckles like constellations on their skin.     piercing eyes.    disheveled braid.    moonlight peeking through the shadows.      the calm of the forest at night.     lying on the grass and staring at the stars.    mother doe and her fawn.   protecting their kin.     the moon shimmering on a still lake.   quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree.     running with wolves.    bonding while circled around a campfire.    not being much of a people person.     arrow hitting a target.     popping egos.    patience on 3%.   touches heaven and returns howling.

ATHENA     discerning gaze.    unreadable face.    quiet museums.   owl perched on their finger.   armor that intimidates.    eye for architecture.   plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses.   studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid.     big fan of logic.     loves brain teasers.     ancient buildings.    sweaters in neutrals and cool colors.     hair done up.    can kill you with their brain.     heads to the library often to research.   sharpened pencils.   abs that can cut steel.    stoic statues.    pottery classes.

DEMETER       soil covered hands.    smile that can bloom flowers.    skin loved by the sun.    being the mom friend.   can lift you and your friends.     flowers kept in the pockets of overalls.    takes pride in their beautiful garden.   speaks to their plants.    leaves rustling in the wind.   stalks of wheat.    picking fruit.    greenhouses.   heart as strong as a mountain.    values simplicity.     daisies dotted across a collarbone.     curls crowned with flowers. folded pile of sweaters in warm hues.     pulling out fresh baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

DIONYSUS      drunk shitposter.   on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second.   seductive smirks.     untamed curls.     rich fabrics on dark skin.   sleek furred panthers.    theatre masks.   stage productions.   receiving a standing ovation.    rose caught between their teeth.   being the baby of the bunch.   wild parties that last from sundown to sunup.    creeping vines.     inspiring loyalty.    grand opera houses.     masquerade balls.   rolls of film.   shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine spilled floor.    pouring champagne into flutes.   lives for the applause.

HEPHAESTUS       the calloused hands of someone who knows labor.    sweaty brow.    flame burning in their eyes.     inventive mind.     broad shoulders.    steampunk goggles.   nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes. ashes.    striking a match.     blueprints for future projects.   fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades.  wrestles with bitterness.   work boots have seen better years.   wrinkled plaid shirts.   iron melted in blazing fire.     huge jackets.   crafting masterpieces.   greased stained overalls.   fascination with robotics.   pain is fuel.     stack of weaponry.    even their muscles have muscles.

HERA         resting bitch face.     dressed to the nines.     cows grazing on a pasture.   cool rain.   loving and hating fiercely.    hand clutching a string of pearls.      large chandelier with glittering crystals.     plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims.   romance to realism.     pictures of the sky while flying on a plane.    files that under ‘ fuck it ’.      downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix.    like their selfie or you’re grounded.    knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man.   dark eyes that penetrate your soul.   marble and gold.

HERMES       devil-may-care smile,    always up-to-date on the latest technology.    will steal your french fries.   does it for the vine.   shitposter.   puts googly eyes on everything.   meme hoarder.   long drives on the highway.   ma and pop diners.   spontaneous road trips.    folded maps.    fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop.   shooting hoops on the basketball court.   chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations.  goes jogging in the morning.    mixes redbull with coffee.   menace on april fool’s.   hoodies and sneakers.  

POSEIDON      storm with skin.   colorful coral reefs.   waves crashing against the shore.   stroking the soft fur of a cat.    their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop.   tousled locks.    clothes smeared with paint.    owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more.   leather jackets.    fondness for diy projects. handwriting that flows across the page.    nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin.   velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams.    mood as ever-changing as the sea.   the roar of a motorcycle.   compass with a spinning arrow.

ZEUS      thunder in their heart.   running on coffee.     flash of lightning.   un-natural charisma.    eloquence. badass in a nice suit.    aficionado of history.   force of nature.    lenny face.   nightmare-filled nights.   proud arm around their lover’s waist.     high-rise buildings.    planes soaring through a cloudless sky.   technician on the piano. maintains order.   strong handshake.   juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease.   expensive watch.

tagged by:  @movrningbride  ---  thanks so much !! sorry this took a while !!

tagging:  idk who’s done this before but ? let’s send it round the van helsing rpc  ( that i know of )   @vnmfckr  @empcleur  @vanhelsiing  @vanquishesevil  ?  also   @slahtiz  @aasmahni  @sagunita  @amrefevr  cuz i love you guys ??  obviously there’s no obligation to do this + everyone who wasn’t tagged but wants to do it, give it a go & tag me as tagger, i love seeing these !! 

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Sarah Shahi as Rachel Behnam in City on a Hill - S01E04

E03 / E02

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Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Dylan Thomas, In Country Sleep, and Other Poems (via books-n-quotes)

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Mahesh Jadu as Ahmad Fanakati Marco Polo (2014)

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❝ sometimes i think it’s getting better, and then it gets much worse. ❞  - tailorscarred for val!!!

▬  fatm starters  |  @tailorscarred​ !!

          some  childish  instinct within her demands to know  WHY  ------  why did everything always  have  to come crashing down around them ?  why couldn’t there,  just this once,  be a moment of peace  without  the next tragedy already on the horizon ?

she fumbles for words, eventually manages an  insufficient  “ i’m sorry, ”   accompanied by a soft touch on his arm.  ( she can barely keep herself together;  doesn’t even know how to  begin  comforting someone else;  and she hates herself for it. )  she wants to hug ghastly, but doesn’t------  just leans into him, the barest reassurance she can offer;  she’s pretty sure it fails its purpose.  “ guess that’s just  how the world works. ” 

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𝐶 𝐻 𝐴 𝑅 𝐴 𝐶 𝑇 𝐸 𝑅   𝑆 𝑇 𝑈 𝐷 𝑌  

               𝑇𝑅𝐴𝐼𝑇𝑆 & 𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑅𝐴𝐶𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐼𝑆𝑇𝐼𝐶𝑆

repost  &  tag  away !  

BOLD  what applies to your muse; ITALICIZE  what applies in some verses.

▬  AURORA SINISTRA.

• eyes:   blue | green | brown | hazel | gray | gray-blue | other

• hair: blond | sandy | brown | black | auburn | ginger | grey / white | multi-color | other

• body type:   skinny | slender | slim | built | curvy | athletic | average | muscular | pudgy | overweight

• skin: pale | light | fair | freckled | tan | olive | medium | dark | discolored | other

• gender: male | female | trans | cis | agender | nonbinary | demigender | genderfluid | other | doesn’t like labels | don’t have any definite headcanon either way

• sexuality: heterosexual | homosexual | bisexual | pansexual | asexual | demisexual | other  | doesn’t like labels

• romantic orientation:  homoromantic | heteroromantic | biromantic | panromantic | aromantic | demiromantic | unsure | doesn’t like labels | polyamorous

• species:   human | undead | shapeshifter | demon | angel | witch | ghost | incubus / succubus | werewolf | alien | mutant | android | elf

• education:   high school | college | university | master’s degree | PhD | other

• i’ve been: in love | hurt | ill | mentally abused | bullied | physically abused | tortured | brainwashed | shot | burnt

• positive traits: affectionate | adventurous | athletic | brave | careful | charming | confident | creative | cunning | determined | forgiving | generous | honest | humorous | intelligent | loyal | modest | patient | selfless | polite | down-to-earth | diligent | romantic | moral | fun-loving | charismatic | calm

• negative traits: aggressive | bossy | cynical | stubborn | envious | shy | fearful | greedy | gullible | jealous | impatient | impulsive | cocky | reckless | insecure | irresponsible | mistrustful | paranoid | possessive | sarcastic | self-conscious | selfish  | swears | unstable | clumsy | rebellious | territorial | emotional | vengeful  | anxious | self-sabotaging | moody | peevish | angry | pessimistic | slacker | thin skinned | overly dramatic | argumentative | overly protective

• living situation: lives at sea | lives with parent(s) / guardian | lives with significant other | lives with a friend | drifter | homeless | lives with children | other: lives at hogwarts / in london

• parents/guardian: mother | father | adoptive | foster | grandmother | grandfather 

• sibling(s): sister(s) | brother (s) | none | other

• relationship: single | crushing | dating | engaged | married | separated | widowed

• i have a(n):   learning disorder | personality disorder | mental disorder | anxiety disorder | sleep disorder | eating disorder | behavioral disorder | substance-related disorder | PTSD | mental disability | physical disability

• things i’ve done before: had alcohol | smoked | stolen | done drugs | self-harmed | starved | had sex | had a threesome | had a one-night stand | gotten into a fist fight | gone to hospital | gone to jail | used a fake ID | played hooky | gone to a rave | killed someone | had someone try to kill them

TAGGED BY:  @amrefevr  ---  thank you !!

TAGGING:  everyone who wants to do it, go for it  &  tag me in it !! i love seeing these from as many people as possible !!

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▬  “ you’ll be okay somewhere in that vague future tense ”  |  cont.  @sagunita

The last time she was conscious, there was a gun to her head and restraints on all her limbs. She’d never seen any case turn sideways that fast. And when she saw the flash of red. Heard the small beeps of some nearby detonator. She thought she’d be leaving the room in a casket.

But now her entire torso is meticulously bandaged, and the record-breaking fever she boasted just two mornings ago is gone. Any sane spectator could deduce one thing from this situation: Alex owes Vivian. Far be it for her to complain.

(Spoiler: she does anyways.)

“Gee, thanks.” It’s fairly difficult to ignore the pain shooting up her spine when she tries to sit up. “Full disclosure. If your cooking is as bad as your stitchwork, I might have to bail.”

The corners of her lips quirk into a smile.

she sports a pretty impressive bruise on her cheekbone  herself;  displays it defiantly at alex’s jab, though with a light  smirk.  ( vivian has a few more scratches than  that  and her left knee doesn’t quite bend the way it should, but there’s no need for the other to  know  about this. there’s a little  pity party competition,  and then there’s admitting this shit caught her  mostly  off guard, too. vivian doesn’t like to dwell on that particular thought. doesn’t like it  at all. )

          “ honestly?  i’d like to see you try. ”  it’s a counter with only half the usual bite. a raised eyebrow and a pointed glance betray just what she thinks of the  threat,  and though she keeps it light, the situation  is  harder on her than she’d like to admit  ------  someone’s  been in the wrong place at the wrong time  ( alex ;  her ;  the man with the money or the bastard with the bomb ;  doesn’t matter )  and too many cooks spoil the broth, as dana used to say. vivian keeps replaying it in her head.  the only possible worse outcome than coming back with the job unfulfilled would have been to come back with a  dead  adversarial agent.  ( and that’s the  only  reason she’s helping her. letting her into her  house.  letting her eat her  food.  letting her complain with only minor potentially-provoking comebacks. definitely. )

“ if you don’t like my  stitchwork,  you can redo it  yourself  when you rip it. ”  nonetheless, she sets a tablet with some broth and fresh bandages on the floor next to the bloodied couch she’s sure she can throw out afterwards.  “ now shut up and eat your soup. i promise it’s only  barely  poisoned. ”

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( florence + the machine sentence starters ; @ a muse that needs a good word ? ) ❝ don’t let it get you down. ❞

meme  |  @amrefevr  |  ---alina starkov.

          she heaves a sigh, tries to breathe as calmly as she can.  in --- out --- in --- out --- repeating the kind stranger’s words in her mind with each turn. it doesn’t help much, but then,  nothing would,  she supposes. it’s the  intention  that counts, though.  her next breath is  shaky,  but alina manages to swallow the lump in her throat and offer the hint of a smile.  “ thank you. ”  the sentiment is meant in earnest, but she bites her lip. crosses her arms. settles into the  mask  of composure, even though she’s sure it must be  obvious  she’s anything but  composed.  ( she is not there just yet. with the  feeling.  or the acting. )

                    “ it’s just ... hard. ”  the addition is uttered so quietly, she’s not even sure herself if she meant for him to hear it at all. she certainly can’t bring herself to meet his eye; unwilling to admit to her uncertainty, her  weakness------  when she knows she must be  better.  “ to be constantly told the entire country  depends on you. ”

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▬  LEGOLAS  /  edhelgund ‌:

DEATH WAS NO STRANGER TO THE ELF.   he had seen it, time and time again ; the aftermath, that was. deep mourning and loss as the forest and its beasts consumed his brethren, though he had been sheltered from the worst of it. he had brought death with his own hand, loosing arrows that sent blood pulsing through the throats of his enemies, but he had never seen them as more than targets. boromir, the foolish man he was, was neither friend nor foe. but yet there was brotherhood in his presence here, and legolas felt a stirring in his chest. ai! —  he could not be lost. it would be for the suffering of all the fellowship to lose a companion this soon into their journey.

❝ — the hobbits ? ❞   he repeats, and his eyes lift, gazing off into the forest, past the rotting stench of orc flesh that the man’s sword had rendered in his defenses. he could spy the party, not too far into the horizon, making an escape with the halflings under their arms. legolas struggled to keep himself from storming into action, jaw grit as he sank to the man’s side, the footsteps of the remaining warriors in their party growing nearer.   ❝ i see them. they are not far. but you are injured, there will be no chase ere you rest. ❞

his gaze is still swimming, so he  feels  rather than sees the elf prince settle beside him;  his mind takes a moment to process legolas’ words, and then another to match them to his actions.  he does not intend to pursue them.  a fresh panic surges through boromir then, mixed with  guilt  ------  this entire situation is  his fault,  after all.  the realization is sobering, but at least it clears his mind.  some.  as much as is possible in his sorry state, at least  ------  this cannot be allowed stand.  ( neither can he, and he  knows  it; but he knows he is  damned  if he does not at least  try. )  with whatever strength he can muster, boromir attempts to sit up  ------  it does not amount to more than a half-lean against a tree and a  bloody  sigh.

          “ no. ”  it is but a mumble as  resignation  hits him like another arrow; he cannot allow this. one way or another.  “ no. ”  he has already failed  frodo,  he will not forsake his friends.  he will not be the  reason  the rest of their company abaondones them to this grisly fate.  again, a hand reaches out; more certain,  determined  this time, though the grip with which he fixes the elf’s arm still lacks strength. there is urgency is his rough, quiet words.  “ you cannot  tarry  for my sake. ”  a shake of his head, desperate; the movement is but a small jerk, but he’s sure it conveys his point as it should. his fingers, clawed into legolas’ sleeve only loosely,  twitch;  he lets go. it does not matter.  “ you  must  track them, immediately.  follow,  before they are lost, or------ ”  or worse,  as he expects will be their fate eventually. a cough shakes him roughly, then, but he continues as soon as it subsides: “ leave me be. ”  what he cannot impart through force, he hopes to convey with a stern stare.  “ leave me be. ”

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▬  DEATH  /  sagunita ‌:

The recognition is treacle slow then lightning fast on their face, a quiet expression only noticeable by eyes that have seen a million different faces over several thousand lifetimes. It has been much too long since she’s come across someone she’s so akin to. Vida’s not entirely sure what to call the staticky buzz at her fingertips. (Excitement? Anxiety? Too much pina colada, perhaps?)

When she perches herself beside the other, one might anticipate something grand to happen. Wires flayed open, begging for a spark. A proclamation. But in this room, they are just like any other. Two friends meeting after some time attending to their own individual lives.

“Celebrating.” Bus accident down at 55th and 6th. Quite a number of casualties, considering how dreary work has been as of late. “Next round’s on me. Who am I ordering a drink for?” Code for: What do you call yourself in this iteration of your life?

they offer a smile, genuinely delighted;  a rare commodity these days. the other’s energy mingles with their own  ------  if they had more than a metaphorical heart, they’re sure it would be beating faster. there’s something  intoxicating  about the presence.  maybe  that’s  why their work is a  solitary  one, usually;  not because of the nature of itself, but because as a  bunch,  its conductors might ... get into some mischief or other. how did the saying go?  by the pricking of my thumbs------

tip-tip-tip  go the nails again, on a glass suddenly empty. they give the question some thought  ------  it has been a while since they’ve picked any new identity;  hadn’t seen the use of it in the last few decades. they briefly ponder a variety of previously used options, but then  ------  they’re unwilling to dig up the past. today is a day for  new beginnins.  “ del, ”  is what they eventually settle on, and reveal out loud. they decide  del  is the kind of person who shakes hands, so they offer up their own to their  company.  “ who do i have the pleasure of drinking with tonight? ”  they pause, briefly, then add:  “ and what’s brought you to this area? granted, the last time i circled around here has been a good while ago, but i don’t think anyone  else  was around, then. ”  

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                              --- ---  “ HOWL’S MOVING CASTLE ”  BY  DIANA WYNNE JONES.

          rose & rose bring you :

HOWL PENDRAGON  &  LETTIE HATTER  &  MARTHA HATTER  on  DCARHCARTS !! SOPHIE HATTER  &  MICHAEL FISHER  on  SOULCROSSED !!

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❛ extreme measures are very necessary here! ❜ ( val @ fletch !! )

                                      blandy starters      /   accepting   /      @soulcrossed

                     ❝    i ….     ❞       PROLONGED HESITATION  ,    OFT - BITTEN LIPS ONCE AGAIN CAUGHT BETWEEN STARK WHITE TEETH . fletcher twists his fingers together ,   turns away from her to glare at the empty whiteboard :   as if it might deign to give him the answers .     the classroom is empty ,   tables in disarray and the buzz of the florescent  tube - lights loud in the silence between them .          ❝   i   don’t   know ,    valkyrie .     ❞                                           full names are reserved for moments where it’s …    difficult .   always is ,   with her.     his knuckle cracks with the force of his own grip    —  repulsive sound ,    far too reminiscent of his own jaw cracking  :   so   LOUD   in his ears he still    hears it   hears it   hears it .              ❝   these   are   TEENAGERS  .    the   darklys   may   think    they’re   mature   enough   to   fight   these   battles ,   but —   not everyone’s   been   made   like   YOU ,    ❞             it is said in earnest ,   renn turns around almost  HOPEFUL .     he meets her gaze   —despite how much she tries to avoid it— ..                   ❝    let   them   be   kids .   it’s   not   on   them   to   save   the   world .  ❞        it was never on you ,  on   us   ,  either .

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