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aries-rp-corner · 5 months

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The time has come…night has finally come. Aries was at the front lines as she looked up to the sky…watching the Moon slowly turning red by the second. She can feel a heavy pressure forming in the air, until the Moon was now devoured in red. Looking out to the sea as it reflected the red color of the moon, it looked like someone stained the ocean in pure blood… The heavy pressure returned as a screech broke the silence as something swift grabbed a grunt, Aries in a quick response threw one of her Sickles to the figure. Making it cry out in pain as she now sees the grunt fall back on deck, confused and terrified from what the poor soul had experienced ... but the poor man felt like he'd been stabbed…and stabbed he was as he looked over to see the puncture wounds began to leak out blood and something else… Aries knew what that was as she ordered the others who were holding the antidote to quickly help their fellow grunt.

Aries meanwhile, looked around to find the “Pokémon” that landed the first attack, seeing a shadow swiftly flying by. Until feeling a strong breeze behind her, looking up to see a different type of Wyvern Pokémon. Landing down as dark energy gathered around the Wyvern until it shrunk in size to see a silhouette of a man. Finally it was revealed to be Durai, glaring down at Aries as she felt something sharp smacking her in the face.

“You had the nerve to cut my Wife, not once, but twice you stupid fox. Now, where is that leader of yours? I hope he made the right choice to spare the lives of his…“men”…from a bloodbath.” Durai spoke heavy with anger, along with curiosity of what Ghetsis chose his answer… The sound of speakers echoed all around the ship. “Ghetsis.~ I hope you made the right choice to give me Kyurem and now for that bastard of your son to give me both of the dragons. Now…I know you are in no condition to fight, so what answer did you choose?” Durai waited to hear the Lord of Plasma, until hearing dark chuckle from the PA.

“I am not giving up Kyurem without a fight. Fight us if you dare, but we will not bow to anyone to the likes of you!!” Ghetsis roared out, Durai gave a look of annoyance from the answer. Standing tall as he examined the grunts, Aries, and the Plasma Frigate. Until finally glaring down at the souls in front of him. “If you want them so bad, fight me for them! Even if I fall, I will not give them up!!”

“You all made your grave. Cipher! Show no mercy!! Leave no living soul alive!!” Durai roared out as he snapped his clawed fingers. Instantly, the Peons quickly climbed on board through the ocean and some in the air landing down as Cipher attack with full force. Aries staggered back up, holding her mouth as she tasted blood and her hand confirmed it, yet thanks to that Durai is now looming over Aries with a look that’s full of rage and annoyance…but fear as well? “If your family didn’t help Nasrin in the past, you wouldn’t be here. I don’t know how you survived my wife’s attack but I WILL make sure you stay dead!” He opened his claws in an attempt to slash her, but the only thing he felt with ripping what remained of her scarf and a Moon Sickle cutting his cheek.

“My family has been doing this ever since she found us, it was our kindness and urge to protect others is what led us here now! I’m not sure she saw my family’s future, but she knew how to pick ‘em!” Aries then grabbed her knife as she placed it between her jaws and whipped back her Sickle. “And she is making sure you fall tonight.” Durai looked very confused until he looked up to the sky. Seeing a yellow star and clouds forming in a shape of a fox consuming the moon. Even as rain descend from the sky, making Durai feel a familiar chill running through his body as he sees the woman’s eyes glowing piercing gold-yellow. All he saw was a ghost from his past returning one finally time to make sure he stays buried. “You wanted to fight, now stand and fight! If you want Kyurem, Zekrom, and Reshiram you’ll have to pry them out from ALL of our cold dead hands!”

“So be it….If you think you’re a hero, then die like one!” Durai roared with fury as he reformed back into a Wyvern like beast, delivering his roar across the entire Frigate. He and his Organization will not falter.

#pokémon rp #pokémon roleplay #tag: open interaction #Tag: Bloodmoon Siege #Tag: Plasma vs Cipher #Tag: The Fox that ate the Red Moon #tag: interaction #tag: team cipher trouble

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dreamingofscully · 3 years

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Grey Canyon 14/?

Rating: Current Chapter: PG, Series: up to Mature Categories: Western AU / MSR / WIP WC: 2546 / Total WC: 23,827 Updated on Mondays and Fridays.

Thank you to @ceruleanmilieu for the beta! ❤️ Tagging: @impulsive-astrophile @baronessblixen @suitablyaggrieved @sculderfan @today-in-fic (let me know if you want to be tagged when I post!)

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CHAPTER 14: “Sunrise/sunset”

Grey Canyon, Colorado 1885

Nothing frustrated Mulder more than inaction. It was his biggest strength, and yet also his weakness. He would not shy away from doing what was needed, except when it came to waiting. And yet, waiting has been imposed on him in two ways. First, by the circumstances involving Dana’s brothers. He did not know if they were close, or if they had no idea where she was. He would not take the chance to investigate, to expose her, or to leave her alone for longer than an hour or two. Second, the impasse he’d placed upon himself regarding his relationship with Dana, upon furthering their intimacy. He would do what was right, it was important. But what did that look like? He didn’t know, it was only a feeling he had, deep in his gut.

His mind kept turning back to yesterday morning’s pathetic proposal. Then, to awakening next to her, the smell and feel of her body next to his as she clung to him in sleep. The way her hair shone against the backdrop of the sunrise through her window, a cloud of golden-red. When she awoke, the smile she gave him, secret and special. And the gentle kiss she’d pressed to the hand that rested on her shoulder. He would have that future: living through every sunrise with her next to him. He didn’t know why he could not let himself stay, to enjoy her entirely. To avoid her disappointed gaze when he left, over and over.

So, he brooded. Sat at the bar, chin on his fist, staring at the wall but not seeing it. He felt some solution was within his reach, just out of his grasp. The idea floated just underneath his consciousness, fuzzy and unclear.

Suddenly, a vague shape coalesced.

“Melvin!”

The barkeep sauntered over to him after pouring Walt a drink, frowning and silent.

“What was that story you told me a while back about your aunt?”

***

Early evening descended upon the Gilded Hall. The sun was well on its way to setting, the sky turning from bright blue to a more muted tone, hints of gold in the west along the ridges of the Rocky Mountains. Mulder shielded his eyes and watched from his vantage up on the roof of the hall. He paced, wiping his sweaty palms on his best trousers, checking to make sure he hadn’t forgotten anything in his preparations.

After speaking with Melvin, he made quick work of his plans, invigorated by his idea. Madam had supplied him with the scarf, blue silk embroidered prettily with yellow daisies along the edges. Melvin, who was waiting inside, had washed his face and looked quite out of place in his suit, hair stuffed underneath his somewhat-cleaner black bowler hat.

The blanket he’d retrieved from Nellie, as she watched their preparations curiously. It was something she kept in her chest, a present from a former life, and she wanted Dana to have it. She handed it over, shyly remarking “Make sure to treat her right, Fox.”

He’d hoped this would do it. That she’d finally be treated right, as she deserved.

The tapping of the ladder summoned him from his reverie. He removed his hat, placing it on the blanket and cushions spread over the freshly swept roof. A couple chairs, an oil lamp for when the sun fell from the sky, and a covered dish with their dinner completed the picture.

The top of Dana’s hair poked out from the hole in the roof. Not meant to be commonly accessed, the open hatch, which Mulder discovered earlier in the afternoon, was the perfect final touch. The sunset, some stargazing, and something else that would finally allow him to explore the rest of his future with her.

“Some help, please!”

He rushed over and bent downwards, grabbing her arms and lifting her up onto the roof. She looked back down through the hatch and waved at Melvin.

“I think he got quite the show,” she said, quirking her eyebrow.

“I’m sure he’ll never forget it.”

She chucked and dusted off her blue gown where some dirt had clung to it in her climb. Then her eyes took in the view, her expression turning from amusement and curiosity to wonderment. It really was spectacular up here. Distant enough from the street to avoid the offensive smells and sounds. The plains rising up into mountains in the west, far enough away that the sun hadn’t yet disappeared behind them.

“What’s all this, then?” She turned to face him.

“A surprise. Something nice,” he said, guiding her to the blanket and chairs with a hand on her lower back.

“Well, all right then,” she said, her face flushing with pleasure and a smile peeking onto her lips.

They sat and ate, feeding each other bits of fruit and cheese and tearing off pieces of fresh bread. A few birds landed near them, and they shared their crumbs. He was happy to see her enjoyment, but as the backdrop of their dinner transformed into the painted hues of purple and red and orange, he felt his heart flutter, his hands start to sweat.

“Do you know why I prefer the sunset?” she asked, after their conversation went silent.

He shook his head, wiping his hands on his knees before taking the nearly-empty plate from her and placing it away from them.

“The stars,” she said. Her face tilted upwards at the sky, a few sparkling dots appearing in the canvas of deep blue above them. “My father would take me sailing, sometimes. Tell me stories about the constellations, the myths surrounding them. I feel as though he is here when I look upwards at night.” She lowered her gaze to him. “I don’t get much opportunity nowadays.”

“I know.”

She reached over and squeezed his hand, then got up from her chair and pulled him down next to her on the blanket. Sitting along her side and facing him, she leaned against the cushions on an elbow and looked skyward once more. Once he’d settled near her, his thumb brushing along her wrist, she began to speak again.

“You have heard the story of Andromeda?”

He nodded. “But I would hear it from you.”

“Let me show you, first,” she said, leaning close to him and pointing out a particularly bright set of stars. “You see those stars there, that form a square?”

He followed her finger, tearing his gaze from her face. “Yeah, I think so.”

“That’s Pegasus. Follow it there, upwards slightly…” She directed his gaze, and at first he could not see anything except a chaotic mess of white lights against an inky backdrop. But then it came together, and he could see the pattern as she spoke, the rest of the stars fading to insignificance.

“I see it!” he exclaimed.

She smiled, and continued, telling him of the story of how an innocent daughter was abandoned by her family, chained to a rock and left for a beast, until a stranger came along and changed her fate. As she spoke, a wistful expression on her face, he could not help but make the comparison. He wouldn’t claim to have saved her, not yet at least, but he would certainly do whatever he could against the monster that was coming.

He no longer looked skyward. Her expression softened as she told the story, eyes shining as she not only remembered the tale, but the memory of the person who told it to her. He wanted to give her that, again, give her something from which she could look back and think only of warmth, instead of regret.

Trailing his hand along her arm, folded between them, he grasped her hand.

“You’re not looking at the stars,” she said, peering at him out of the corner of her eyes.

“I am looking at what is most important,” he said, making her blush. “And I am listening.”

She touched his face, her thumb dragging along his bottom lip, eyes turned serious. “I wish you could have met him.”

“Your father.”

“He would have liked you.”

“A military man liking someone with outlandish ideas and designs for his daughter? I am doubtful.”

She laughed. “He would have seen you, as I do.”

“And what do you see?”

“A good man,” she said, leaning forwards and kissing him softly on his lips. She was very convincing.

She moved closer, leaning her head on his shoulder and continuing her search of the night sky, and within her own mind for happier times, he thought. His heart sped up, not only due to her proximity but of the question he still needed to ask her.

“Would I be Medusa, in that story, or perhaps the flying horse?” he joked.

She smiled widely at him, laughing freely. He slipped out from beside her and lit the oil lamp, the moon and stars their only illumination; they were draped in shadows and he wanted to see her. When he returned to her side, she grasped his hand within hers, pulling it to her mouth and kissing his palm.

“This… whole thing is lovely. Thank you.”

He cleared his throat, suddenly very warm despite the chill of the night air. He twisted his collar, loosening it slightly and fidgeting next to her.

“What has gotten you so nervous, Mulder? You do know that these stories are only myths, right? Or do you also believe in sea monsters?” she teased.

He bowed his head. “I admit, I, uh, have an ulterior motive to all of this…” he said, waving his hands at the setting he’d created for them.

“Well, if it’s to get into this dress, you already know where I stand, so it must be something else,” she said playfully, her head tilting at him. “Out with it.”

“So, I’ve been thinking about our situation...” he started.

“‘Situation’?” she said, raising an eyebrow at him.

He flushed, laughed nervously. “I have another story to tell, and you can thank Melvin for it, although perhaps he’d already been paid with a good view.”

Dana smiled and nodded, patting his hand.

“He’s part Irish, like yourself, also part Scot. A mix of many things I suppose. Cherokee, too, he claims, though he lacks the height for me to believe that,” he said. He clasped her hand within his, squeezing it. “His aunt Katie told him the story about how she met her husband. There’s a tradition, over there, where they choose their mates through a wall, only having seen the woman’s hand. They are bonded then, for a year and a day…”

He stared at their hands, having no doubt he would know hers.

“It started a long time ago, when a priest was not available.”

When he looked back at her, her head was bowed as she waited, quiet and still.

“Once chosen, they would fasten a scarf around their hands, and they would live together as if married, for the year and a day, or until a child came, or a priest came by.”

He brought the scarf the Madam gave him from inside his pocket and placed it next to their hands.

“It only requires a witness, and Melvin agreed--”

“Stop,” Dana interrupted, withdrawing her hand. She stood up quickly and backed away a few steps.

“If he is too offensive, perhaps the Madam would agree…?” He stood as well, taking the scarf in one hand, reaching out to her with the other.

She shook her head, and he saw the glistening of tears in her eyes. “All of it, Mulder.”

“But--”

“The answer to your question is no, and I should have been clear before,” she said, not meeting his eyes.

Mulder’s shoulders slumped. “Of course… I shouldn’t have assumed that you wanted this, that I was… the marrying type.”

“Look at me,” she said, her voice sharp.

He did, massaging the back of his neck. This wasn’t turning out how he’d envisioned, the exact opposite, in fact. Instead of a happy Dana, kissing, and… perhaps more, she stood in front of him, upset and perhaps a little angry, for a reason he could not fathom. He waited, feeling the weight of guilt already settling on his shoulders.

“I do not need a fancy ring, or a scarf, or anything else to know how I feel about you. How you feel about me,” she started. Her eyes softened slightly, but she did not approach. “If my circumstances had been any different, if I’d ended up like one of the girls here, would I be any less worthy of your love, of your commitment?”

“Of course not,” he said.

From the look on her face, he guessed she did not believe him. “I am so tired of other people thinking they know what is best for me, or, as you say it, what I deserve.”

“Dana, I… do not mean it that way." He bowed his head, unable to look at her. Not wanting to fight, to turn this into something ugly, but the right words escaped him. He found his anger starting to build as well. How could she think such a thing? Then the doubt. Have I really made her feel that way?

“Maybe so. But that is not my only reason for my refusal,” she said. “I have seen what happens, when a woman gets married. My mother, my sister, my friends at college. A wife is treated as even less of an individual. Even if she fights against it, as my sister did, it changes her."

She stepped closer, pointing her finger at his chest but not quite touching it. Her cheeks were red and her eyes blazed.

"When I marry, I will no longer be myself. I become your wife, your property, not my own person. If you cannot understand that, then we are finished speaking."

"Dana I do not want a wife, I want you." He clenched his hands into fists, twisting the delicate scarf in his grasp.

"Even if you did not mean to change me, it would happen. And I do not mean to lose myself," she said, pursing her lips, and turning away from him.

He grabbed her arm to prevent her from moving away, his anger rising. "You say I am ridiculous, that I have crazy ideas, well yours is the most absurd idea I have ever heard. Just because we are together in some official capacity does not mean that anything changes!"

Dana stared at his arm, then looked up at his face, her eyes cold and furious. She spoke harshly. "No offense, sir, but you are not a woman. You do not know what it is like--”

“Dana--”

“I am not finished. If whatever object you conjure to bind us together does not change anything then why is it so important to you? Why do you insist on it before we take things further. It means something, to you at least... and I cannot give that to you."

Wrenching her arm away from his grasp, she stalked towards the hatch in the roof and climbed down as fast as her dress would allow. She did not look back.

Mulder stood there, shocked, the delicate scarf falling from his hand onto the dusty rooftop.

#grey canyon #my fic #xf fanfic #xfiles #x-files #the x-files #txf #msr #mulder and scully #xfiles fanfic #xfiles au #historical au #western

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earl-of-221b · 3 years

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For day 1 of jttwfestival2020 I’m going to say something so controversial -- and that’s that Zhu Bajie is an underrated character. I’m going to go ahead and defend Bajie’s pigheadedness because I think it’s integral to the plot of jttw and dunking on him was fun until I realised most adaptions of jttw absolutely hate on him relentlessly, and genuinely think Sun Wukong hates Zhu Bajie, which he totally doesn’t.

So Bajie is a fallen heavenly general, he used to be Marshal Tianpeng who apparently commanded armies with his nine-tooth rake (his weapon actually rocks not going to lie, it’s a huge fuckbig rake, looks like a modern leaf rake but the teeth are knives), until he drunkenly harassed the moon goddess Chang’e and got rightfully booted out of heaven. Upon earth he was forced to become a literal pig demon for his crimes. There’s no doubt Bajie is just a terrible person, on earth he still can’t control his lust and gluttony and goes around being stupid until he’s picked up by Tang Sanzang and Sun Wukong.

Bajie is a deeply flawed character who can be obnoxious and annoying, but I think many (many, many bad online release adaptions amongst others) portray him like he’s dead weight to the team, which he most certainly is not. Yes Bajie can be stupid, yes he can be terrible, but also yes he does care about the group and the mission and the scripture when it’s not at odds with his own survival. Even then, when his life is in danger, a lot of time he complains and tries to split the group up, but ultimately comes around and does his bit to save the day. He’s basically the bad impulse of, ‘oh nooo, I can’t do this, it’s too hard, I give up!!!’ But then he does the thing while complaining.

His relationship with Sun Wukong is also imo overstated as an antagonistic one where Sun Wukong is the smart cookie while Bajie is a straight up clown Wukong has to put into line. Also not true -- because these two act like real brothers. Sun Wukong loves teasing and making fun of Bajie, and Bajie equally loves to take Wukong down a peg or two since he’s stronger. But it’s not done out of anything malicious, most of the time they just want to one-up each other’s antics and be petty. Like when Bajie ate watermelons all by himself without sharing with the group and Wukong turned into a bee to mess with him. Or when Bajie gets mad and calls Sun Wukong ‘bimawen’ to embarrass him.

It’s because of this that White Bone Demon arc is so shocking, when Bajie’s taunts go too far and his ‘you’re getting tricked by big bro’s illusions’ actually gets Wukong banished. I don’t believe he actually wanted to get Wukong fired! He messed up! And of course it’s Bajie who goes on a journey to beg Sun Wukong the big bro to come back and help. It’s Bajie who knows Sun Wukong well enough that he changes tactics on the spot and subtly fires up his pride so he’ll come back, ‘ohh, you don’t want to hear what that yellow robe demon said.’ ‘HWHAT DID YELLOW ROBE DEMON SAY ABOUT ME?!’ ‘You didn’t hear it from me, but--’

Other than that, when they’re not bickering like brothers ‘officer I’ve never seen that pig in my life,’ ‘master big bro is picking on me’ -- they get along famously. Like the Baby Fruit Arc, when both bros put their worst brain cells together and cause a grease fire. Bajie very smartly manipulates Wukong into picking the baby fruit he wanted to eat, Wukong picks more than he needs to share with Bajie and Wujing. They both try to lie their asses off about it to master. Or take the Red Boy arc, when Sun Wukong announces he is Red Boy’s Uncle since he’s sworn bros with his dad -- and that also makes Bajie Red Boy’s Uncle Too, because Bajie is Wukong’s disciple bro. When Wukong gets hit by Red Boy and looks to be in genuine danger, Bajie is either panicking or genuinely sooo upset. He runs to big bro’s aid. He drags him away from the bad guys. Likewise, when Bajie gets hit by the Jade Face Fox poison, Sun Wukong stops the fight immediately and carries Bajie back to nurse him.

Many fights in jttw depend on Bajie and Wukong’s tag-teaming -- what they usually do is have Bajie lure the bad guys out of their caves or rivers or hideouts to where Wukong is ready to pummel them. They fight Wujing together this way. They fight the rat demons this way. They fight 9 headed serpent prince, green cow, gold and silver horn, basically every demon they take down is a team effort even if Sun Wukong deals the final blow. There are many times in the story where Sun Wukong devises a plan where he and Bajie have to transform together -- like when Wukong turned into a boy sacrifice and Bajie into a girl sacrifice to lure out the river demon. Because they are both petty, conniving, and rather devious people, Bajie and Wukong get along like a car crash. They are, at the same time, the kind of combo that brings the worst out of one another,,,,and yet really quite a duo when it comes down to it. Sun Wukong would straight up be dead without Bajie to pick him up or help in a fight. The story wouldn’t be interesting or fun without Bajie choosing bad multi-choice options and moving the story forward.

They dynamic of jttw isn’t fun if Bajie, Wukong (and Wujing of course) aren’t casually tight, bickering endlessly but then jumping into dangerous fights together to save their master. Any adaptions that portrays Sun Wukong as someone who genuinely hates Bajie down to the bone is a not-good jttw adaption to me. Any adaption that portrays Bajie as only a useless sack of shit is a not-good jttw adaption to me. Some of the most fun interactions in jttw are Bajie and Wukong doing hijinks together. Having Bajie and Wukong hate each other unironically is a kind of grim-dark characterisation that I personally dislike.

#jttwfestival2020 #this is pure mind vomit #but jttw wouldn't be the same without pig man doing pig things #it's actually fun watching bajie wukong and wujing work together

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drawing-way-outside-the-lines · 4 years

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Malou (’Mia Mayhem’) Jensen *Main character

Voice Claim:(Olivia Wilde) https://youtu.be/bV6cC-rUMCs?t=1m13s (Right click on links and open in new tab)

Partner(s): Dalton. Parents: None. Kids: None. Age: 37 (Year 2020) 26th of May. Height: 173cm Body type: Slim. Eye color: Light blue/gray Human: Immortal.

About: Caring, Individualistic, Generous, Passionate, Creative, Adventurous, Sarcastic, Charismatic, Clever, Compassionate, Sensitive, Freethinking, Friendly, Helpful, Sharing, Humble, Self-critical, Understanding, Witty, Open-minded, Absentminded, Emotional, Brooding, Skeptical, Stubborn, Shy, Introvert, Observant, Anxious, Cautious, Genuine, Awkward and Clumsy. ~ Straight, but loves to watch gay porn. Is borderline Asexual when it comes to straight sex. ~ Has several tattoos on her body, mainly Geeky, representing some of the fandoms she’s in. ~ Her favorite tattoo is the unicorn she has on her left hand. ~ Colors her hair electric blue. ~ Is a writer/artist. ~ Currently learning to write song lyrics/sing/play guitar. ~ Lives with her roomie, Dalton. ~ Used to attend a design school where she would sew clothes all day, now she can’t stand sewing by machine, and only does things she can sew by hand. ~ HUGE cat lover. - Has 3 of her own, Oliver, BMO and Bunny. ~ Used to be very skinny and hated when people assumed she had an eating disorder, or called her names like giraffe or spider legs, when she actually had a very large appetite and always ate a lot. ~ Always smells like burned incense and wood. ~ Hates most artificial smells, loves earthy tones. ~ Loves to collect creepy stuff. ~ Atheist. ~ Has a pretty dark sense of humor. ~ Drinks almost nothing but tea. ~ Is probably made of tea? ~ Dislikes society. ~ Flannel/tartan addict. ~ Super power = anxiety. ~ Believes in unicorns and magic. ~ Strong-willed. ~ Stomps around in big boots. ~ Once kicked a taxi cause the driver was an ass. ~ Hates when people repeatedly sticks their nose in her business. ~ Orphan. ~ Pretty good cook. ~ Fills her bed with plushies to make up for the fact she hasn't shared her bed with anyone half a decade at least. ~ Lonely. ~ Melancholic. ~ Romantic at heart though she never fully admits it. ~ Cares too much for her own good. ~ 100/10 would do anything for the people she loves. ~ Is very honest, if you can’t handle the truth, don’t ask for it. ~ Was abused physically and mentally as a child, as result she sometimes suffers from anxiety, Depression and bad nerves. ~ Can be rather pessimistic. ~ Hates freezing. ~ Uncomfortable around people. ~ Loves her friends, her cats, Rock music, chillout music, pandas, unicorns, owls, wolves, ravens, deer, bears, foxes, Deadpool, watching movies, plushies, licorice, writing, being creative in any way, light chains, grungy stuff, neon lights, Christmas, Halloween, Halloween-type decor, Hello Kitty, 90′s stuff, spearmint, finding deeper meaning in stuff around her, stickers, Anti-Heroes, collecting penis decor, spooky stuff, anything made out of raw wood, flannel, daydreaming, weird/cute/extraordinary mugs, leather wristbands, gay porn, dancing to loud music, Rick & Morty, coloring books, cozy blankets, strange backpacks, gemstones/crystals, nature and scented candles. ~ Her style changes with her mood. One day she wears bright colorful stuff with rainbows and unicorns. Next day it’s black clothes with witchy/creepy symbols/prints or dirty jeans and oversized flannel shirts. ~ Can be pretty grumpy, but it’s usually nothing more than just that. Malou’s tag Malou’s house/home Malou’s moodboard Handwriting/ask answer pic:

One Gif to describe her:

One song to describe her: Mumford & Sons - Hopeless Wanderer Personal playlist: 1. Incubus - Drive 2. D-A-D - Laugh 'n' A ½ 3. Godsmack - Serenity 4. Jack Johnson - All At Once 5. Damon Albarn – On Melancholy Hill (acoustic) 6. Tim Christensen - Whispering At The Top Of My Lungs 7. Linkin Park - Papercut 8. Nirvana - Plateau 9. Gorillaz - Tomorrow Comes Today 10. Serj Tankian - Left Of Center 11. Korn - Freak On a Leash 12. The White Stripes - Hardest Button To Button 13. Gorillaz - Aries ft. Peter Hook & Georgia 14. Red Hot Chili Peppers - Can't Stop 15. Madrugada - Sirens 16. Alabama 3 - Woke Up This Morning 17. Gorillaz - Amarillo 18. Jewel - Absence Of Fear 19. Angels and Airwaves - Secret Crowds 20. Blur - Girls And Boys 21. Gorillaz - Saturnz Barz (Spirit House) 22. Cigarettes After Sex - Sweet 23. Jewel - Deep Water 24. Jack Johnson - Sleep Through the Static 25. Damon Albarn - Lonely Press Play 26. D-A-D - Empty Heads 27. R.E.M. - Drive 28. Incubus - Promises, Promises 29. Chris Cornell - Billie Jean 30. Blur - Colin Zeal 31. Puscifer - Momma Sed 32. Heartless Bastards - Only For You 33. Gorillaz - El Mañana 34. Angels & Airwaves - Breathe 35. The Beatles - Come Together 36. 4 Non Blondes - What's Up 37. Gorillaz - Momentary Bliss ft. slowthai & Slaves 38. Norah Jones - Come Away With Me 39. Blur - Mirrorball 40. Incubus - Black Heart Inertia 41. Limp Bizkit feat. Method Man N 2 Gether Now 42. 2Pac - Changes ft. Talent 43. D-A-D - Bad Craziness 44. Nirvana - Pennyroyal Tea 45. Blur - Ong Ong 46. Angels and Airwaves - Do It For Me Now 47. Right Said Fred - What A Day For A Daydream 48. Damon Albarn - Everyday Robots 49. The Human League - I’m The Law 50. Jamiroquai - Virtual Insanity 51. Linkin Park - A Place For My Head 52. Blink -182 - Down 53. 3 Doors Down - Duck And Run 54. Alanis Morissette - Hand In My Pocket 55. Savage Garden - The Animal Song 56. Red Hot Chili Peppers - Scar Tissue 57. Incubus - Dig 58. Green Day - Basket Case 59. LP - Lost On You [Live Session] 60. D-A-D - Sleeping My Day Away 61. Bob Marley - Buffalo Soldier 62. Beth Hart - Delicious Surprise 63. Extreme - Hole Hearted 64. Paul Simon - You Can Call Me Al 65. Jack Johnson - Breakdown 66. Damon Albarn - Photographs (You Are Taking Now) 67. Sticky Fingers - Cyclone (The Village Sessions) 68. Blur - Star Shaped 69. Serj Tankian - Empty Walls 70. The Dead South - Diamond Ring 71. The Kills - U.R.A Fever 72. Godsmack - I Stand Alone 73. Queen - Bicycle Race 74. Alanis Morissette - Ironic 75. Dizzy Mizz Lizzy - Hidden War 76. Nirvana - About A Girl 77. Damon Albarn - Mr Tembo 78. Savage Garden - To The Moon & Back 79. Alannah Myles - Black Velvet 80. Jewel - Down So Long 81. Tep No - Swear Like A Sailor 82. Youssou N'Dour - 7 Seconds ft. Neneh Cherry 83. Gorillaz - Broken 84. Red Hot Chili Peppers - Road Trippin 85. Jewel - Good Day 86. Sheryl Crow - Everyday Is A Winding Road 87. Gorillaz - The Valley of The Pagans ft. Beck 88. Green Day - When I Come Around 89. Tim Christensen - Lay Down Your Arms 90. Gorillaz - Clint Eastwood 91. The Pretty Reckless - Zombie 92. Stereophonics - Maybe Tomorrow 93. Blackfield - My Gift of Silence 94. Dizzy Mizz Lizzy - Love Me a Little 95. Damon Albarn - Heavy Seas Of Love 96. The Paper Kites - Bloom 97. David Bowie - Heroes 98. The Beatles - Day Tripper 99. Gorillaz - Feel Good Inc. 100. Faithless - Mass Destruction 101. Limp Bizkit - My Generation (Uncensored) 102. Tasmin Archer - Sleeping Satellite 103. Jennifer Brown - Alive 104. Of Monsters And Men - Sloom 105. Panic! At The Disco - New Perspective 106. Limp Bizkit - Break Stuff(Explicit) 107. Blur - Lonesome Street 108. Sort Sol - Holler High 109. Jacob Lee - Demons (Philosophical Sessions) 110. Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here 111. Nina Simone Feeling Good 112. The Human League - Darkness 113. Gorillaz - Strange Timez ft. Robert Smith 114. Des'ree - I'm Kissing You 115. Meredith Brooks - What Would Happen 116. Dan Black - Symphonies ft. Kid Cudi 117. The Kills - No Wow 118. Gorillaz - Fire Flies 119. Guns N' Roses - Patience 120. Incubus - In The Company Of Wolves 121. The Dead Weather - Will There Be Enough Water 122. Hooverphonic - Mad About You (Live at Koningin Elisabethzaal 2012) 123. Blur - The Universal 124. Sort Sol - Let Your Fingers Do The Walking 125. Roy Orbison - In The Real World 126. Corey Hart - Sunglasses At Night 127. Imagine Dragons - Radioactive (Henri Pfr & Hësling Edit) (Cover By Victoria) 128. Hollow Coves - These Memories 129. Beth Hart - Favorite Things 130. Catching Flies - Quiet Nights Bonus: Yello - Oh Yeah Double Bonus: Meredith Brooks - Bitch Triple Bonus: Seal - Crazy Almost done I swear!: Wolf Larsen - If I Be Wrong Last but not least: Tim Christensen - Enjoy The Silence

#Malou Jensen #immortal #female-self-sim #ts3 #sims3 #sims 3 #simblr #simography

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unlockthelore · 4 years

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Little Things

During a brief moment of stillness, they come a bit closer to laying their feelings bare but still too far.

Chapter 3 of 18 for the fic Sarayashiki Scramble on Ao3, for more updates follow the sarayashiki scramble and/or growing pains tags.

It wasn’t uncommon for Hiei to desire closeness when comfortable. A fact Kurama found to be both pleasing and endearing. With the warmth of Hiei’s body pressed solidly against his back, and the fire demon’s arms wound loosely around his shoulders, heat blanketed over Kurama nicely.

An added perk being the ease it took to tip his head back and press a kiss to Hiei’s cheek. The fire demon barely registering the movement with a grunt or burying his face against Kurama’s shoulder, seemingly taken with his sweater’s fuzziness and the ever-growing length of his hair.

There was something undeniably domestic about this. Kurama seated on the floor cross-legged with Hiei practically clinging to his back, arms wrapped loosely around his shoulders, crimson eyes focused on the needle threaded through the dark fabric of his cloak.

From the corner of his eye, Kurama could see the attentive flick of Hiei’s irises with every movement of his hand. Almost as if he were mesmerized by the act though he’d done it himself time and time again — more often than not trusting Kurama to do so while he showered or ate. Flattering as it was to be trusted, Kurama couldn’t but wonder when they had gotten this close. He could pinpoint the moments in the past when they gravitated toward one another.

Arguments which seemed far and few between.

Infractions on one another’s space cleared up with terse words and echoing silences.

Yet somehow, they unraveled every snag and continued threading together this tapestry. Tears and missing pieces patched together with softer words, careful touches, and amiable silence.

Just like this.

“Did you need something else?” Kurama asked, poking the needle through the underside of the cloak, the dark red thread shimmering and melting into the black. Hiei’s cloak required a special sort of thread. With its ability to dampen his fiery nature, anything less might have been burned away if he wasn’t careful.

Hiei glances at him and says nothing for a long while, crimson meeting green from side-long glances. Then with a casualness that tugs at Kurama’s heart, a light pressure and shake of the head was hidden against his shoulder as Hiei buried his face there. His warm breath felt despite the sweater’s thickness and Kurama resisted a shudder, smiling fondly at the top of his head.

Shifting slightly to adjust the cloak in his lap, he returned to mending the tears, humming softly. Wind rolling across the rooftop, the distant rumbling of cars and leaves rustling, murmuring voices from the television downstairs and their breathing joining the symphony of calm. Hiei’s hold on him tightened, his palm pressing insistently against Kurama’s shoulder as he turned his head. Nose brushing against the side of Kurama’s neck, tingling warmth scrambling his stomach and fluttering in his chest as the fire demon sighed.

“Til the sun dies…”

The words were muffled but Hiei was far too close for them to be mistaken. Kurama’s hand stilled in its movement, eyes widening as he registered the words.

“… Til the moon is swallowed by the sea,” he recited, glimpsing crimson peeking from his shoulder, a smile pressed to his skin. It took a good deal of restraint not to turn and see it for himself. Or abandon his work entirely to pull Hiei closer to him and hear those words without anything between them.

That poem was one of the softer parts of the Makai. Horrifically grim but romantic in its own way.

“You know it,” Hiei whispered, stating it almost factually rather than accusatory.

Kurama smiled, continuing to thread the needle through his cloak. “Is that surprising?”

“No,” Hiei answered, a smile in his voice as he squeezed Kurama’s shoulder once again, seeming to ask for his attention because he said nothing until the fox’s hand stopped once again. “… The next line.”

“You don’t remember it?” Kurama asked amusedly, finishing the tear he worked on while Hiei grumbled and pushed at his youki with his own. A flicker of annoyance in his eyes when Kurama glanced his way, the expression faltering into something else before returning in full force.

“The next line,” Hiei insisted, eyes narrowed.

Kurama thought about contesting that. After all, Hiei was the one who initiated and that poem had a specific ending which could be sentimental. What was his purpose in wanting to recite it? Especially now of all times when their guards were lowered, the world was quiet, and there was no enemy to fight or matter to be cautious of. Crimson eyes darkened with emotions Kurama couldn’t gather enough information of by sight alone.

Conceding, he set Hiei’s cloak aside and turned slightly in his hold. The fire demon’s hand relinquishing his shoulder as Kurama palmed his cheek, slipping his fingers into dark hair to guide him into a kiss. Eyes barely open, he was rewarded with the sight of Hiei’s fluttering closed and his sigh as he pressed closer. Hesitating only for a second, as if unsure whether he wanted to press closer or lean into Kurama’s touch.

It was hard not to admire Hiei in these moments. The faint flush against sun-kissed skin, sharp features softened as he melted into the kiss. No matter how chaste or deep it was, Hiei leant into it all the same and Kurama felt a thrill at the sight. His heartbeat quickening as Hiei’s hands pressed to the middle of his back, turning him until he was sitting on his knees and arching up into the kiss.

“Til the earth is rendered to ash. And the winds cease to blow,” Kurama continued, delighting in the surprised look as Hiei parted from him with widened eyes and a flushed face. He may have been purposefully saving those words for this moment but Hiei didn’t need to know that.

Especially when he was adorably flustered — one of Kurama’s favorite looks on him.

When his face was reddened, almost matching his eyes, undeniably charming against the drape of his hair and his attempt to look elsewhere despite leaning into Kurama’s palm. Amused as he was, he knew that they were treading into dangerous territory. There were only so many lines in the poem itself and the ending was —

“Til the air in my lungs disappears,” Hiei muttered, his voice barely above a whisper, crimson meeting green almost shyly. “And my heart ceases to beat…”

Kurama’s eyes widened, his heart stammering its beat. Did he just…?

Hiei stared at him quietly and for a moment they said nothing. Holding one another and staring intently. The sounds around Kurama dulled, vision tunneling until the fire demon was all he could make sense of. His stomach twisting in knots as he thought it over. The last line resting upon his tongue and it wouldn’t have been wrong. This that they were walking toward, hand in hand, side by side, there was a name for it but neither of them uttered it.

If he did, what would happen?

Would a similar fate befall Hiei that others who loved Kurama faced?

Could he take losing one more person?

Warm solid weight wrapped around his shoulders and Kurama’s fingers slipped from his cheek as Hiei dragged him closer. Hugging him as tightly with their lips pressed together in a kiss that was little more than a press of the lips, harsh enough that Kurama felt his lips trembling.

“You don’t have to say it.”

Kurama’s eyes widened. Hiei’s voice etched deep into his mind, the glow of the Jagan beneath his bangs, uncovered but in use. With how close Hiei was, Kurama wondered if he could glean the thoughts the fox was holding back from their shared mental space. Thoughts that would change everything —

But if Hiei did see it, he didn’t say and Kurama closed his eyes, uttering the final line in his mind. Acknowledging it and all of the pain that would come.

#yu yu hakusho #yyh #kurahi #kurama #hiei #fanfiction #my fanfiction #sarayashiki scramble #growing pains

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whyisthisfrenchguymasturbating · 7 years

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treasured mutual @sun-moon-starboy tagged me in this 👉😎👉 thanks for enabling my unhealthy hobby of oversharing on the internet

a. age: 18 b. birthplace: everett, washington c. current time: 9:42 p.m. d. drink you last had: i’m currently drinking a root beer e. easiest person to talk to: @andefox3 and @seven-sneaky-foxes f. favorite song: currently, susumu hirasawa’s “parade (instrumental)” g. grossest memory: when i was like 7 i ate an entire tub of red vines by myself and got sick for the whole night so that was pretty bad i guess h. horror, yes or no?: horror is my favorite genre of anything ever. all i write is horror and porn ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ i. in love?: @seven-sneaky-foxes ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) j. jealous of people?: constantly lmao k. killed someone: i mean i constantly kill off characters in writing but what the fuck kind of question is this l. love at first sight or should i walk by again?: i don’t believe in love at first sight. infatuation, sure, but not like actual love. that being said i started dating my boyfriend approximately one month after we met and we’re still going strong ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ m. middle name: remus (for the exact reason you’re thinking) n. number of siblings: 3 o. one wish: lifelong happiness with my boi p. person i called last: my grandma, i think? q. question you’re always asked: “are you a boy or a girl?” alternatively; “are you really a boy?” r. reason to smile: mcelroy content, my friends, my boyfriend, animals, game grumps, the legend of zelda series, inside jokes, skyrim, taako, les mis, book smell, moving out of here, love s. song you last sang: vivaldi’s “duetto buffo di due gatti” (aka the cat duet) t. time you woke up: 6 a.m. u. underwear: i only wear boxers v. vacation: japan or greece, maybe italy w. worst habit: cutting probably x. x-rays: i have braces bitch i get x-rays all the time. i’ve also had ones on my foot and throat y. your favorite food: banh ran, turkey sandwiches, cranberry juice, strawberry banana smoothies z. zodiac sign: filthy aquarius

i tag @andefox3 @extrasmalldaddy @nerdycantaloupe @vacuum-tube-glow @bleeding-empress @fiddlekid @seven-sneaky-foxes and whom’s’t'ever else wants to do it

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iooldblog · 7 years

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Tagged by @binarismbeginsathome <3

name: Io nickname: Biron (no one calles me that) or I-Unit (But only my dad calls me that) gender: Female star sign: Sagitarrius height: Between 5′6 and 5′7 hogwarts house: Ravenclaw favorite colour: Lime/Mint green favorite colour to paint the walls: Green? I mean, my bedroom walls are orange... favorite colour of lipstick: I don’t wear lippy much but I’d say red or pale purple favorite animal: Red fox/Frog time right now: 22:00 favorite fictional character: Does yellow sub ringo count? If not Kryten/Prince Vultan/Ruby(SU) number of blankets i sleep with: 1 favorite singer/band: Beatles/Pink Floyd/Blank Banshee/Porter Robinson dream job: Director at Pixar/Prime Minister when was this blog created: about 2 years ago it appears when did your blog reach its peak: its what? what made you decide to make a tumblr: uhhhhhh, pokemon? fuck i can’t remember whatever it was i’m stuck here now why did you pick your url: Io moon (in SPACE and has VOLCANOS) last movie you watched: The Running Man (I love Schwarzenegger films omg) last song you listened to: I’m listening to this rn last book you read: The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night time last thing you ate: Chicken Curry for tea if you could be anywhere right now, where would it be at: Comic Con pls what time would you travel to: 80s, cool aesthetically, shit politically

I tag @the-higgs-boson-blues @hellabosskeddie @yesterderp-reblogs @gal-ix <3<3<3

#tintinnabulation talks

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trashfalgarlaw · 7 years

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11 Qs!

RULES: Always post the rules. Answer the questions asked, then write 11 new ones. Tag 11 people to answer your questions, as well as the person who tagged you.

This post is longer than Doffy’s legs dun dun.

Tagged by @sootbird THANK YOUUUU :) This is so late bhahahabahhabbahaaa

1. What song is stuck in your head right now? If there isn’t one, what’s the last one you listened to? Eminem - Space Bound I’M A SPACE BOUND ROCKETSHIP AND YOUR HEART’S THE MOON AND I’M AIMING RIGHT ATTT YOUUUUUUUU I love this song so much aaaaa

2. What did you wanna be when you grew up? Okay don’t laugh but I wanted to be Sailor Moon HAHAHAHAH I’M EMBARRASSED but it’s true.

3. How long is your hair? Almost waist-length. OK BTW my hair has always been long my whole life, but I've been wanting to try a shoulder-length cut since I saw Mina from Twice with her short hair. I don’t know though, cutting my hair shorter than usual seems like a vital life decision to me... Should I just yolo it?

4. Are you allergic to anything? No, or I don’t know yet.

5. Night owl or early bird? Both? Depends on my activities.

6. Favorite kind of tree? Cherry!

7. Do you know how to say “sky” in a language other than English? 中文 HAHAHA and also Japanese and Korean. Also, French thanks to Kuroshitsuji.

8. Do you dream frequently? Yes, and my dreams are so realistic I always wake up confused.

9. Why’d you join Tumblr? Let’s just say I’ve made some big mistakes in my life and this is one of them.

10. Did you ever play jump rope as a kid? Of course hahaha but for some reason I found it terrifying.

11. Do you know how to swim? No. I ate a Devil Fruit. Oops my secret’s out.

ALSO tagged by @choppercuddles thank you thank you!!!~

1: Let’s answer this once and for all - pineapple on pizza, yay or nay? Yay tbh. I’m not picky.

2: What’s your favourite season and why? Give me all of your fave aesthetics! Transition between winter and spring tbh because when flowers start blooming everyone goes ‘OOOOOOH *takes 1000 selfies*’ and that’s good.

3: If you had to recommend any book, what would it be? I’m currently obsessed with Falling Kingdoms series!

4: What is your favourite colour and why? Gold because money HAHAHA but also navy because it’s so classy and mature. Maroon and reds too just because everyone says reds suit me lol.

5: If you could change your name, what would it be? Eh, I don’t know. Probably something cool like Final Fantasy names.

6: If you could join a different universe of a fictional story (One piece or otherwise), what do you think would be your role? Probably that one character who’s reluctant to change or too dedicated to one goal. Then protag shows up and character development happens. No, I’m not talking about Joel from The Last of Us but ngl this makes me think of him.

7. What’s your favourite swear word? Chickenshit hahahahahahaha

8. Want to recommend a blog? Do it here! All blogs mentioned in this post! :)

9. If you could learn any instrument in the world and be a master at it, what would you choose? If you already learn an instrument, what language would you speak? I can play bass guitar but I’m not a master at it yet (too busy to practice it enough), also I used to be decent at piano but I haven’t played it in five years, so maybe these two instruments. As for language, I’d like to learn sign language. I know the alphabets but when people do it quick I become stupid.

10. Dogs or cats? DOGS. I like cats too but DOGS.

11. The word Petrichor is the scent you smell when rain falls on soil or tarmac. Have you got a favourite word that’s unique like that? Komorebi. It means like sunlight filtering through trees but I’m pretty sure this one is well-known already thanks to Wong Fu Productions.

OKAY SO @deadendpirate ALSO TAGGED ME LIKE CENTURIES AGO BUT I FORGOT AND NOW I REMEMBER. I’M REALLY REALLY SORRY I still wanna do it though because some of these questions are very interesting and thank you for tagging me! :)

1. What is your most prized posession? My dog is not a thing (and he’s got higher survival chance than me tbh) so... my books, and the stuffs my family and friends gave me.

2. What is your position on being on time? Well, I’m always on time for formal occasions, but for things like group study etc I always try to be the last one to come HAHAHAH because I know the first hour usually spent waiting on other people and playing around and I don’t wanna.

3. What is your favorite book/series? Falling Kingdoms series is my current obsession!

4. What is your favorite animal? Dogs! Also foxes and wolves. All canines maybe.

5. Favorite season? Transition between winter and spring but I love spring more because I die when it’s too cold.

6. Favorite type of landscape?(Rainforest, Island, ect.) POST-APOCALYPTIC TBH because it’s creepy and fascinating at the same time. Like sure everything’s a mess but it’s like so cool...? But if I have to pick something normal then starry landscape and arctic.

7. Dream Job? Any job in the games industry is a dream come true for me lol. But I’m still picky HAHAHA I don’t want T/elltale oops. *cough*IwantNaughtyDog*cough*orSquareEnix*cough*

8. What is/are your biggest fear(s)? I’m extremely reluctant to change tbh. Even from day to night. I think I wouldn’t mind being stuck in a time-loop? (Like in Miss Peregrine’s Home For Peculiar Children)

9. Favorite band(s)? LINKIN PARK truly 我的 favourite omg.

10. Your favorite thing to eat? Dark chocolates, tangerines, xiaolongbao, carrots wow I’m healthy.

11. Something weird you see/happens a lot in your dreams Awkward zambies standing around getting shot at lol.

SEE THIS IS SO LONG HAHA

My questions:

1. Can you see/hear/feel ghosts? Do you have any paranormal experiences?

2. Your favourite movie of all time?

3. What is your useless talent?

4. What would you want to be written on your tombstone?

5. What are your weird pet peeves?

6. Imagine, you’re alone and it’s raining outside, then you hear heavy footsteps near your window. What will you do? (Sorry I love creepy things lol)

7. Favourite TV commercial?

8. What was the most risky decision you ever made in your life?

9. Describe your favourite friend.

10. If you met a vampire, would you let it bite you?

11. Favourite fairy tale?

Tagging: @katsuukiiyuri @superpansexualfranky @mgiwara @voicelessthings @firstmateandcaptain @trafuckerlaw @bondsthickerthanblood @toramarimo @livinforluffy @cosmickei @raftel-is-waiting but of course you don’t have to do this~

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roar-a-saur · 7 years

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Thank you for tagging me lovely @highfoxy ! :3

Name: Stephanie Nickname: Steph :) Gender: I honestly don’t know currently. Not cis tho Star sign: Taurus, moon- Gemini Height: 5′7″ :) Orientations: Panromantic, demisexual + grey asexual Hogwarts house: Hufflepuff :) Favourite color: Pastel purple pink and blue Favourite color to paint the walls: White or faded yellow Favourite color of lipstick: Dark red on myself Favourite animal: dogs, sharks, cows, foxes and bears :) Time right now: 9:08am Cat or dog person: both but if I had to choose which to adopt then dog (thankfully we live in a world where I don’t have to :D ) Favourite fictional character: Baymax! Number of blankets I sleep with: One :) Favourite singer/band: MCR and The 1975 Dream trip: Probably London or Ireland :) Dream job: Writer. But I’m also really looking forward to getting my psychology degree and doing that :) When was this blog created: September 2012 I think? Long time now :o When did your blog reach its peak: I’ve no idea :P Why did you pick your url: I kinda picked Roar-A-Saur cos I wanted it to be my online name/ nickname as it’s a play on the whole ‘rawr means I love you in dinosaur thing’ but I preffer the way roar is spelt to rawr :P so basically I am a loving dinosaur :) Last movie you watched: Holes! It’s so good highly reccommend Last song you listened to: Love - Lana Del Rey, also highly reccommend :D Last book you read: Currently reading The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman (extremely good) and last read The Curious Incident of the Dog in The Night Time by Mark Haddon, it’s brillaint Last thing you ate: Scrambled eggs :3 If you could be anywhere right now, where would it be: With my old dog. But that’s not possible for a lot of reasons :/ What time would you travel to: I’d love to see how the future turns out. Maybe not too far tho? Like the end of Trump’s presidency, just to prepare for everything but also know it’s gonna be okay, and I’ll also probably live to see that day so any tech advancements will be something to look forward to. Fictional character you would hang out with for a day: Baymax :3

I tag @carmeladeanne, @no-longer-an-alley-cat, @noctuanocturnal and @phancakes-and-syrup ! No pressure if you’d rather not tho :) hope you’re all well x

#this was fun :)

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fieryhcpe · 7 years

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RULES !! Post a song that reminds you of your muse and then tag 6 people whose songs you want to see!

tagged by: @huxyou

Help, I’m Alive - Metric

If you're still alive/My regrets are few/If my life is mine/What shouldn't I do?/ I get wherever I'm going/I get whatever I need/While my blood's still flowing And my heart's still/Beating like a hammer

WHAT ARE YOUR MUSE’S AESTHETICS?

[ COLORS ] red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green. grey green.

[ ELEMENTS ] fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops.

[ BODY ] claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine.scars (mental; physical). scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes.hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. normal height. muscular. piercing.tattoos.

[ WEAPONS ] fists. sword. dagger. spear. arrow. sticks. hammer. shield. whips. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pistol. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. words. bat.

[ MATERIALS ] gold. silver. platinum. brass. copper. lead. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick.marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics.

[ NATURE ] grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. river. meadow. lake. forest. desert. tundra .savanna.rainforest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains.

[ ANIMALS ] lions. wolves. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantises. crows. mice. lizards. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. rats.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ] sugar. salt. candy. bubblegum. bread. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables.fruits. meat. fish. pies. condensed milk. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel.berries. nuts.cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. rice. ambrosia. soup. stew. whiskey.

[ HOBBIES ] music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting.sketching. fighting. writing. composing. meditation. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games.computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. cds.records. cassettes.piano. violin. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass.bells. percussion. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. mahjong. motorcycle riding. eating. climbing. running.

[ STYLE ] lingerie. armor. cape. dress. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet.rings. pendant. hat. ballcap. crown. circlet.helmet. scarf. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. robes. bracers. belt. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup.

[ MISC ] balloons. bubbles. cityscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. grief. happiness. optimism.realism. pessimism. legacy. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers.enemies.loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs.

you can tell a lot about a person by the music they listen to. put your mp3 player, itunes,spotify, etc. on shuffle & list the first 10 songs & then tag 10 people, no skipping !

REPOST & DON’T REBLOG!

Special K - Placebo

Rory - Foxing

Deep Sea Diver - Bat for Lashes

West Coast - Lana del Rey

Bloody Mary - Silversun Pickups

Often - The Weeknd

Special - Mew

Cry Little Sister - G Tom Mac

Mountains - Hans Zimmer

Heartbeat - Childish Gambino

CHARACTER STRENGTHS.

RULES: bold the characteristics that apply to your muse ! Tag your friends !

CHARACTER FLAWS. RULES: bold the characteristics that apply to your muse ! Tag your friends !

Repost! Don’t Reblog! Last Movie I Watched: Arrival Last Song I Listened To: She Wants to Move - N.E.R.D. Last book I read: Don’t remember Last Thing I Ate: Pizza If You Could Be Anywhere Right Now: Iceland Fictional Character You Would Hang Out With For A Day: Talia al Ghul

Pick any of them and tag me! I love reading about your muses. tagging: @culebral (LOOK HOW LONG THIS IS!) @knightofduality @stillwciting Whoever else wants to do this Loooooonnnngggg thing

#musings;#ooc;#so so long

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