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it's rotten work, but without the rot nothing can grow

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haha what if angela and freja kissed. ovw's top search and rescue operative and head of medical have obviously interacted. perhaps even......closely. anyways have you thought about that because i obviously havent haha

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 ( an aesthetics dash game based upon figures from arthurian legend ) — repost , do not reblog .

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐲 : midnight rituals. looming shadows. the feeling of being watched. veils of mist. unrequited love. the musk of exotic herbs. silk & velvet. moonlight through twisted branches. the beauty of a storm. the weight of destiny & prophecy. a chalice that might be poisoned. healing hands.

𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐭 : a noble heart. oaths of protection. a quest for redemption. heroic deeds. pine. fulfilling a role. shining silver. quiet fortitude. selfless dedication. a bountiful feast. war horses. seeking a greater calling. fatal mistakes.

𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧 : whispered incantations. ethereal light. ages-old secrets. the spark of creation. ancient disputes. a hidden sanctuary. the allure of the unknown. finding balance between light & dark. opportunism. fear of unfulfilled potential.

𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞 : the grace of a queen. jasmine. unyielding faith. the blush of a tender moment. a golden crown. poetic letters of affection. the aroma of blooming roses. the glow of candlelight. a radiant smile. lavender. wise eyes. eternal love.

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 : unity, at whatever cost. an overwhelming presence. battle cries. noble sacrifice. enduring legacy. a grand vision for the future. the balance between justice & mercy.

𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐧 : unwavering loyalty. strength in humility. the glow of a warm hearth. old traditions. chivalric valor. a canopy of trees. wisdom gained from trials. being one's own worst enemy. bearing a heavy conscience. a sense of duty to protect the innocent. hooves on a woodland path. the scent of leather & steel.

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i loved you so much and i couldn’t save you. do you know what that’s like, when your hands aren’t stable enough to hold something so important. to watch your own reflection drop everything precious in this world into the fire. do you know what it’s like to burn alongside, whispering, please, i tried, i swear to god that i tried

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logged on and went through my following list :’) seeing all the updated 5 years ago things is so bittersweet i miss my friends but i hope they are all doing so well outside of this hellsite

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hello 👀 is anyone still around 👀 also why is tungle so... uglie now :(

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good morning, angela is bi, thank u goodnight happy pride month i am logging out again

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why do i have fully written replies and responses and inbox memes in my drafts (of which i have eighty?) and why does my brain not allow me to post them because some of them hark back to 2019 or before and i don't know if folks are still around, i guess, or because they're not formatted to my liking? x_x

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i haven't logged on since late 2020! but bl/zzcon is happening today and the first thing i saw from ow2 was an extremely light-skinned mccree model :^) and i needed to complain about it so anyways

i do hope everyone is staying safe and doing well! ily <3

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i love thinking about how moira and angela aren’t actually that different; how angela has done a doctoral study in biomedical ethics and yet if you really think about it, she has performed unsanctioned human experimentation on herself, how she plays with transforming mortality just as much as moira does.  how they’re both playing god, but the reason angela sometimes gets on her undeserved high horse is because of how she and moira are two sides of the same coin  ––  moira is the decadence of decay and death, angela is the incandescence of sanctification and life.  sometimes angela gets so caught up in going against death that she doesn’t realize how she’s perverting the natural order of things, etc.

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No more apologies for a bleeding heart when the opposite is no heart at all. Danger of losing our humanity must be met with more humanity.

The Source of Self-Regard: The War on Error by Toni Morrison (via decreation)

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                         * . ✧ THE CRUEL PRINCE ✧ . *

                                                 - STARTERS -

�� If I cannot be better than them, I will become so much worse. ❞ ❝ Most of all, I hate you because I think of you. Often. ❞ ❝ What could I become if I stopped worrying about death, about pain, about anything? ❞ ❝ Instead of being afraid, I could become something to fear. ❞ ❝ I can be charming. I charmed you, didn’t I? ❞ ❝ Do not expect others to share my depraved tastes. ❞ ❝ If you hurt me, I wouldn’t cry. I would hurt you back. ❞ ❝ I am going to keep on defying you. ❞ ❝ I promise you this is the least of what I can do. ❞ ❝ Let’s have a toast. To the incompetence of our enemies. ❞ ❝ I want to be part of the unfolding of the tale. ❞ ❝ Father, I am what you made me. ❞ ❝ Have I told you how hideous you look tonight? ❞ ❝ I will not stand in front of your happiness. I will not even stand in front of misery that you choose for yourself. ❞ ❝ I suppose I could love anyone. ❞ ❝ He’s flint, you’re tinder. ❞ ❝ There’s always something left to lose. ❞ ❝ How has the night been going for you? ❞ ❝ I am tired of caring. ❞ ❝ This is what you wanted, isn’t it? What you sacrificed everything for. Go on. It’s all yours. ❞ ❝ We don’t need to be good. But let’s try to be fair. ❞ ❝ Desire is an odd thing. As soon as it’s sated, it transmutes. ❞ ❝ I am weak. I am fragile. I am mortal. ❞ ❝ Yes, they frighten me, but I have always been scared, since the day I got here. ❞ ❝ This is absurd. This is awful. ❞ ❝ Only idiots aren’t scared of things that are scary. ❞ ❝ There’s safety in being awful. ❞ ❝ Show your power by appearing powerless. ❞ ❝ I like for things to happen, for stories to unfold. And if I can’t find a good enough story, I make one. ❞ ❝ I get why he chose her. I just wish she had chosen me. ❞ ❝ And yet, I don’t regret it now. ❞ ❝ What if the way I am is the way I am? What if, when everything else is different, I’m not? ❞ ❝ Go ahead. Insult me. ❞ ❝ So you’re going to say something nice? I don’t think so. ❞ ❝ It’s funny how you get under his skin. ❞ ❝ No one else bothers him quite the way that you do. ❞ ❝ The odd thing about ambition is this: You can acquire it like a fever, but it is not so easy to shed. ❞ ❝ Harden your heart. ❞ ❝ I am coming unraveled. I am coming undone. ❞ ❝ We may not die from age, but we grow weary with it. ❞ ❝ Love is a noble cause. ❞ ❝ No one expects us to have any honor. Everyone knows we lie. ❞ ❝ I want to win. I do not yearn to be their equal. In my heart, I yearn to best them. ❞ ❝ I have no marketable skills other than swinging around a sword and making up riddles, neither of which probably pay all that well. ❞ ❝ Maybe I am making all the wrong choices.   ❞ ❝ You think I don’t deserve him. ❞ ❝ I think you’re perfect for each other. ❞ ❝ My real skill lies in pissing people off. ❞ ❝ I am no murderer. ❞ ❝ You are nothing. You barely exist at all. ❞ ❝ He’s wrong about me. ❞ ❝ I do not understand why he likes me, but it is exciting to be liked. ❞ ❝ You really do want me. ❞ ❝ A lady of mystery! My very favorite kind. ❞ ❝ I hate him more than all the others. ❞

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ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ﹐ ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ғᴇᴀʀ ᴏғ sᴘɪᴅᴇʀs.  ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ғᴇʟᴛ ɴᴏ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴ﹐ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛs ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇᴀᴛ﹐ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ.  ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪʟʟ﹐ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ. ғᴇᴀʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴇᴅᴇɴ.

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*    𝐢.     ⑊     𝐊𝐎̈𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑    › 

the  throne  had  been  made  for  a  king.     and no shortage of whispers would flit about the receiving chambers at the sharp sound of heels on marble,      presaging the arrival of the lady sovereign and subsequently,     the commencement of court.     it has become routine,     to regale the hushed tittering of aged nobles with a tart amusement;     white noise diminishing over time yet nevertheless  present.     she wonders if she looks diminutive now,     swallowed by the throne and  then some,     seeming too much like a  girl  masquerading as regnant.     but there is no denying the  cascade  of power in the wake of her footfalls,     the winter bloom that burrows into the stronghold of the palace     —      and  deeper  still,     into the very heart of àrnadalr.     this is why she  feels  the disturbance long before a breathless squire bursts through the heavy chamber doors,     heralding the arrival of a     “witch,”     he says,     “for she cannot be anything otherwise.”     elsa  knows,     because something sings in her blood,     discordant and rhapsodic like a kindred stranger beckoning with a flute.     still she remains  seated,     legs crossed and lips pursed and the quintessence of  tranquility,     however contrived.

when the woman glides in     —     flanked by guards and looking for all the  world  like everything midas touched and left to rot     —     she forces calm through the tempest in her very  crux.     the northern wind cloaks its scion,     never one so easily cowed.     she sports a smile that is glacial and benign in equal measure,     wispy as the tendrils of hair whisked gently by the breeze.     the doors are shut;     so are the windows.      ❛❛      welcome,     milady,     to our humble kingdom.     i hope your journey was not too troublesome.      ❜❜      crystal eyes steeled,     soul - apertures shuttered,     she regards the woman with a stare that betrays none of the brewing disquiet in her chest.      ❛❛      to what do i owe the  pleasure  of your visit?      ❜❜

*   𝖆  𝖜𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓’𝖘  𝖎𝖓𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖙  𝖕𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗  𝖎𝖘  𝖆  𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖈𝖊  𝖙𝖔  𝖇𝖊  𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖐𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖉  𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 .       the  witch  had  met  many  men  who  would  seek  her     ...     unique  assistance  for  their  own  purposes     /     many  of  them  fools  with  braggadocio  where  brains  ought  to  be,     ambition  in  spades  but  rarely  the  finesse  to  wield  it  well .       a  truth  no  woman  needed  reminder  of :     there  would  always  be  men  who  saw  a  woman,     no  matter  how  powerful,     and  believe  her  weaker  than  them .

(   𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘  𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇  𝐆𝐑𝐔𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐒  𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐊  𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑  𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇  𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓  𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒  𝐎𝐅  𝐀𝐋𝐋 ?   )

monarchs  laid  in  state  with  the  scorched  ley  lines  of  their  ossified  kingdoms  thrice - cursed   &   turned  against  their  very  blood  by  the  divine,     kings  who  thought  to  play  the  long  game  believing  they  knew  what  power  was,     that  they  knew  how  to  play  when  they  were  barely  pawns  on  the  board     ––     anhélike  wanted  to  know  whether  this  would  be  another .       whoever  the  king  had  been  who  had  paid  the  soul - price  for  his  land  is  long  gone  to  the  gnarled  hands  of  time   &   the  cemetery  of  her  memory .       the  burden     (  ha !  )     of  their  debt  to  her  had  been  passed  down  the  bloodline,     and  though  she  did  not  come  calling  often,     the  witch  did  come  to  collect .       she’d  upheld  her  end  of  the  bargain:     generations  of  growth,     and  now  she  wanted  to  see  what  had  become  of  the  thing  he’d  braved  her  neck  of  the  woods  for .

she  dreams  of  scorched  earth     /     the  sour - sharp  bite  of  autumnal  decay  hungry  at  a  summer’s  end .       she  comes  looking  for  a  weak - chinned  king,     and  finds  a  queen  with  teeth  cut  from  diamonds .       ice - touched,     winter - wreathed,     made  from  the  dust  of  the  earth .       

this  one  is  yet  newly  enthroned  by  anhélike’s  standards .       the  crown  has  yet  to  wear  grooves  in  her  pretty  head,     but  the  witch  will  bet  that  her  neck  aches  with  the  heaviness  of  it,     that  her  jaw  clenches  with  all  the  secrets   &   responsibilities .       not  to  mention  the  power .       the  queen  is  the  image  of  placidity,     thick  ice  hiding  a  rushing  current,     an  over - full  cup  steeped  in  sovereignty .       

sharp  amber  eyes  studied  the  intricate  facets  of  the  snowflakes  about  the  room  like  stars  fallen  from  the  spangled  tapestry  of  the  sky .       she  did  not  need  to  reach  out  with  her  own  aura  to  feel  the  thrum  of  the  queen’s  connection  with  the  land .       àrnadalr  was  proud  of  its  monarch,     made  no  secret  of  who  its  heart  belonged  to .       the  whisper  of  unnatural  wind  was  a  caress  upon  her  skin     ––     a  warning  and  a  claim  from  the  land  itself  that  it  was  she  who  did  not  belong,     that  she  stepped  on  ground  that  would  not  bend  to  her  will .       and  though  her  garments  did  little  to  obscure  her  alabaster  figure,     no  gooseflesh  erupted  upon  her  skin .       coldfire  at  her  fingers:     she,     immortal,     immutable  as  marble .       

she  stepped  closer  to  the  throne,     unafraid .       ❝     oh ,     surely  there  is  little  reason  to  stand  for  such  formality,     my  liege .     ❞          the  sweet - edged  dagger  of  her  tongue,     deference  lined  with  the  lightest  tinges  of  mockery .       they  were  separated  by  several  feet  yet,     but  as  glacial  approaches  went,     so  too  came  the  inevitability  of  the  witch .          ❝     i  have  simply  come  to  see  what  fruits  have  been  borne  of  a  granted  boon .       there  is  no  crime  in  that,     is  there ?     ❞          carmine  mouth  twisted  daintily  in  a  moue,     lashes  dipping .       the  fae  did  nothing  without  drama:     skirts  pooled  around  bare  thighs  as  anhélike  dropped  to  her  knees  at  the  foot  of  the  throne,     the  very  image  of  penitence .          ❝     of  course,     if  i  have  overstepped,     you  are  free  to  enact  the  𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞  𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 .     ❞

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ever  since  the  switch  to  not  being  able  to  send  asks  in  dash - only  mode,   i’ve  been  having  a  very  hard  time  actually  sending  asks  at  all.   if  this  is  an  issue  for  you  and  you  want  to  send  something  to  me  but  tungle  is  being  an  ass,   feel  free  to  send  it  in  messages !  

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this is a social experiment reblog this if u were rping on tumblr before 2016