WHERE DID 300 OF YOU COME FROM (*゚ロ゚) ?!
❛ : OOC / POOR RICKLESS BASTARD . if you know me you`ll know i drop blogs as soon as the 100 mark comes around , there was only that one time i hit 200 so ???? 300 is basically kinda like the miracle number for me ,, , i mean from frey , arno , midori , man … .. i don`t think i even remember half the muses that`ve come and gone – i`ve been around the rpc since i was ?? 12 ish – i`m 18 on the cusp of 19 and i don`t think i`ve kept any old rp buddies from my first days ,, ,, , since i dropped muses faster than hot potatoes , , it`s been a wild ride , but i can tell you i don`t regret any of the new friendships i`ve made on this blog ! ! !!! and honestly i was really hesitant on roleplaying a rick and morty character for the stigma there was for even watching the show, , ,,,,, , but it? ? got to me so bad when i realized you guys would give my blog a chance anyways . for that , thank you . it`s such a big thing because ?? ? ? i`ve managed to find a muse i`m happy and genuinely comfortable with writing and until the day he stops talking to me – i hope you guys will stick around to see what i`ll do with him . ( ❁´◡`❁ ) without further ado :
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❛ tyki … do you think we’re running out of time ? ❜
‘ now , now , don’t tell me you’ve started considering some fool’s discount doomsday scheme . ‘ such HYPOCRISY , and from a true harbinger , no less ! indeed , he himself had fallen victim to his own prophesied end ––– a revelation of pure idiocy . that being , how the axis of his globe might very well find a full - stop the day allen . . . no . he’d not dwell on it beside him . it would wane the smile crowning his expression , whittle the humour in his tone down to something hollow : ergo it was unacceptable . ( FOR HIS SAKE , THE FARCE REMAINS . ) yet , lo , rejected or not , actuality remained scrawled across his chest and neck in aged scar tissue and shared history –––– no ancient calendar nor preached falsehoods could instil such a sense of HATRED for passing days as the thought of that one particular absence . even a colourful world was hideously LACKING without black and white . he fought the urge to let a hand flit to his face ; an obvious notation of his unease , yes , and an ignorable one were it not for his need to MASK that deep disquiet . but his voice would be no friend to a confidence - man , and whatever con he was playing at lay long forgotten , mired in something less steady . the diluted tar of truth , perhaps . inescapable and choking as their reality . ( perhaps it was called a ' train of thought ' because it was so obvious when CRASHING . ) ‘ hah … you really shouldn’t think too much on it . ‘
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lavienpeach .
The air is submerged in the sharp fragrances of coconut milk and salt water, but if you cut through the smog of scents, you would be able to find a scent of cherry wine perfume. On the white sands of France, you could find her. There, amongst the glimmering ocean waters and below the champagne clouds, there is a girl. Her hair is swept with the wind, her cheeks rosy and her slightly wrists have peach nectar running down them. Her shapely leg is revealed in a slit of her white sundress. She twirls through the soft breeze, the cotton of her white gown billowing behind her like something angelic, like a pair of cherub wings. She’s barefoot, sinking her teeth into a peeled mango. Her tresses are blown away from her face as a sparkle shimmers deeply in her eyes. A French song plays on the radio nearby, giving her a sense of a romantic atmosphere. The world is in a blurred haze. Everything seemed to be the color of the pearls around her neck. The sky was translucent, the sands were white, and the peach trees were pink. Honey seeps from her pores as she dances elegantly through the sand, her svelte arms outstretched upwards as her feet grace the sand. She looks like something pulled straight out of a renaissance painting. With her slim form and her excessive use of blush, she’s something romantique, something profound, and ambiguously deep.
❝ Are you enjoying yourself? ❞ // @rivaled
‘ how could i NOT ? ‘ he loves france . loves it like he never managed to love portugal , trysts with the spurned and the forgotten realised in shades of rich trade - wind , imported tea . yes , he much prefers company of THIS SORT : versailles around her little finger , the parliament of paris in each powdery note from lips borne of solis rex , of an era modernly bourgeoise and pleasantly vintage . she dances like light through a finely - paned window . the sort craftsmen had forgotten in the pursuit of dull practicality ––– a missing word in their dictionary , cigarette loosely held between two fingers speaking only to beloved FIXATION ; scent of citrus recalling naught but revelry . exotic notes woven throughout balmy air like bright paint over a woodcut . they were untouchably joyous here : a boring sentiment , perhaps , but one in which he’d willingly INDULGE . ‘ although i’d enjoy this MORE if you’d come in for a dip , you know . ‘ one hand moves to the buttons of his shirt : hovers there . not hesitant , rather EXPECTANT . ( not like he's actually been swimming yet . ) ‘ water looks half as inviting as you ! ‘
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Detail from Perseus and Andromeda by Joachim Anthoniszoon Wtewael.
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noquietrevolution:
divinity will stain your fingers and mouth like a pomegranate. it will swallow you whole and spit you out, wine-dark and wanting. you will reach for it again and again, greedy human fingers clutching at everything you can reach. the divine will curl its way through your veins and take you over, and it will not leave you quietly. i feel divinity in my bones like aching; like fire.
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ALLEN .
❛ lord tyki … ❜ an incline to close the distance , he advances from behind the cushioned seat , fingers playing the melody of an alluring pirouette that falls against the man’s shoulders , a rhythm of his feverish pulse ignited by the other’s every glance . ivory locks cascade , waterfall unravels , scent of wild roses captivating senses as loose strands fall past the man’s chest , feathering against his cheek . lips halt inches away from ears , a distance enough for his exhale to feel like a constellation of stars colliding in his lungs . in this moment , he’s the nebula among his universes , and murmurs are a quiet demand to be the only light mirrored in the man’s dark eyes . his throat runs dry on his words , the other is a god , and he swears by the gaze that he cannot tear away , he shouldn’t already want to offer his all . ❛ fancy a drink ? ❜
‘ THAT DEPENDS , ‘ utterly beguiling , this so - called l’appel du vide : lovely DEMISE written across his lips . truly TANTALISING . somewhat of a small jape at life then , that he should lean further towards that end ––– albeit naught but a slight turn of his head . angle precise , sharp as each blade in caesar’s back ; ARTISTRY in how he’s almost cheek to cheek in replying . recklessly so . even if his words are just vague enough , their intonation is rather a shade of a darker , richer PROMISE –– nightblooming nicotiana . preemptively hooked on that voice , that smell , that aura of VICE . meanwhile his eyes half - lidded as if trying for a surreptitiously bare glance at the eclipse of a figure afore without care ( . . . but were that the case , he would long since have been a BLIND man ) . ‘ will you be having one with me ? ‘
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Expulsion from the Garden of Eden (detail) by Peter Paul Rubens, 1620.
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You are a rose unfurling , winter’s bloom. Poison dripping down your throat and
out of your bladed fingers. You spin stars into black holes , drive monsters
to extinction in the dead heat of summer. / / IND. MASTERMIND GUNDAM TANAKA FROM SUPER DANGAN RONPA 2.
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I AM SKIN SOLD, I AM PAIN LOSS. NOTHING MORE THAN HUMAN.
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misetos.
This stranger had QUITE A WAY WITH WORDS– “Society is fucked up anyway isn’t it? Laws and guidelines that you’re supposed to follow for the SAFEST and most CONVENIENT life but we’re all such complex creatures why should a group of people who don’t know a DAMN THING about ya get a say on what rules you should follow! Sounds like bullshit to me.”
‘ ah , i couldn’t agree more . ‘ TRUTH harkens readily , split smile like the slipping blindfold of justice : a PEEK , a stolen glance , forbidden joy blooming ugly and poisonous from the seed of CHAOS . ( for what was more interesting than lack of prophesied consequence ? of law ignored ? ) ‘ rules themselves are at their core just BULLSHIT , as you say , aren’t they ? all made for someone’s situational gain while others accept them as pure afterwards . pretty close - minded . ‘
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How do I look?Convincingly human?
Euripides, Bakkhai (trans. Anne Carson)
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it was blue, as far as the eye could see. i’d never seen the sky before, and yet, i had known it my whole life. ever since my very first breath.
kanda yuu loved by rena.
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I need a SAVIOR to heal my pain when I become my worst enemy
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another year of torture & fun & both off the calendar (σ'∀')σ*。・゜+.*
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