New Music Friday
Yes, yes, yes. After much debate with myself and arguing with my bosses at work, I finally have time for my beloved Death Mage. As many of those who follow me and know me personally, I’m shitty with rp promises, but this isn’t a promise. It’s a fact.
I’m back.
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send a ۞ if you want to rp with me.
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send a ❦ if you'd consider shipping our muses.
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muzaiii
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It’s been awhile since I’ve made one of these! Honestly, I can’t believe I broke 1000. (Especially after being inactive for so long.) So, I’m just gonna make this a quick shout out to a few of my favourite people on here. Nothing too exciting. Lati is a busy person. Most of the people on here I know and talk to but a few I just really like so they can be on here too.
vxstia, dxranbolt, empressblendy, maleficiatus, igneelsprodigy, candorlux, umbracxr, rxoque, nex-magus, prodiitor, friguxcor, freedthedark, venteuxx, maguilty-meredy, siegrainfernandes, sangxfroid, yukionii, scarlet-knight, thelastdln, lunaticfangs, edrord, blacksxar, maberuu
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The overcast above cast a shadow upon his return. Having been gone for so very long once more before returning once again. Here he was, Lord of Death, standing before the mortal girl before him. Eyes of onyx gazed upon her coming, regarding her with an almost mocking smile. He was amused by her words, witnessing the fear that coursed through her. It was clear she knew of him, his legacy and his... power. Zeref remained at a distance however, his face marked with an amused, yet smug expression.
“You are brave, child.” He begun, standing apart from the world around him. The singularity that he is... was appalling. A presence that seemed to be composed of a consuming emptiness. A horror that should not be. A void of life. “However courage is not enough in this game we play. Nevertheless, I shall pose a question to you. What if it is you that I have come for? Do you claim to possess divine might? Can you strike me down here and now? I would welcome it, but I must ask you in what respect do you mean fall?”
nex-magus liked for a starter.
“Y-your…I-I…”
The young girl’s voice trembled. the sigh
in front of her made her speechless. Though,
taking a breath, the female looked up at the male.
terror in her eyes but she kept her ground.
“–I don’t know what you want, but it wont work.
I wont fall.”
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+STARTER CALL
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We are born from dust, only to be fated to return to dust. All men fear this inevitable end, this return to oblivion so they consume and spread their miseries, their wars, their greed. All to run away and justify their inevitable end. This cycle of humanity sickens me and darkens my heart and soul. Were it to me, I'd lay waste to you all.
Unknown.
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+ like if you want me to write up a starter.
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Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dylan Thomas, Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night (via marsza)
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