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tebet

said the honorable, venerable ofoffence the oatmeal loving fuck

#ofoffence #untitledrps #i think tebet is the most beautiful thing that's ever happened to us #;ooc post #;txt

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PANDORA HEARTS IS ILLUMINATI F CUKING ABORT THE WHOLE FANDOM

u heard it here first folks, we’ve been spreading around lies made b y the devil

#lxdydisdain #i'M PISSING #;txt #;ooc post

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elliot is made up of tiny tiny bats have i discovered ur secret

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6gkiuVz-Ryo

[silent muffled screeing in the distance]elliots name has 6 letters in itbat has 36+3= 9vessalius has 9 letters in itoz is a vessaliusoz is fucking gay

#lxdydisdain #iLLUMINATI CONFIRMED

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Rufus: I am so over my crush on Sheryl

Sheryl: Hey

Rufus: nevermind

#i'm thirsty for this account im ngl #;txt

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mathilde’s first waltz by bark cat bark

#;musicbox

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Modern Ares of Greek Mythology written by Marie

#;promo #follow M #i cant even give a reason why bc M's kind of a cucumber but #finALLY gracing us mere mortals w her rp presence

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woop woop, pull over dat master ass too fat. 8i

loud shouting in surprise

#sentimentalraven #nicki minaj blasts in the background

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flashliiight

There’s a bounce to his step, lithe form merrily strolling, a melody spilling forth, out-of-pitch and endearingly nevertheless. He radiates energy, restless, constantly are his hands a flutter, adjusting his shirt collar, tugging at his pants, pulling at a loose string --

{ his heart sings, uplifted as if wings have unfurled from his back }

{ it’s a type of happiness which honestly makes no sense -- there is no explanation for his mood nor is there an actual action which has provoked this reaction from him so. }

Like Icarus, he is blinded -- 

{ -- the scary part is the ascent honestly, flying, reaching new heights, the sensation of invincibility, tendrils of sunshine threading through your fingertips, and then melting wax, a surprised shout, lungs filled with water, and eyes burning -- this is how you live, your apex and your downfall. icarus anew, cursed to follow old follies }

But, for now, he is unaware, free, a child delighted -- he had ditched his family at the hotel, too enchanted by foreign streets, the stench of the city, the languid drops of rain, and he begins to skip, lost in his daydreams. 

He rounds another corner, feet stumbling, shoulder crashing into someone else’s frame, hands coming up to tug the other aright.

    “Sorry,” sincere, though the apology may be,       amusement flickers in his face. His English isn’t bad       per se but leaves something to be desired.       “I didn’t see you there.”

#flashliiight #v; and you in white #lmao oh man #first off im sorry for the super late starter!!!!!!! #second off?? secondly?? iM SORRY ABOUT THE CLICHE MEETING I DIDNT KNOW WHAT ELSE TO DO AND I DIDNT WANT OZ TO MEET HER IN THE RESTAURANT #FOR SOME REASON??? #[tosses oz @ you] there we go pls take care of this dumb french bab

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snello

#;ooc post #i'M WORKING ON MY D RAFTS I PROMISE U THIS #[crashes through earth's crust like a meme loving satan] #i am here i am queer and full of existential fear #talk to me bc i like the attention and i want to know if i missed anything #i reALLY AM SORRY BTW IM SO SLOWWWWW #slurs / #q slur /

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for my final trick, i shall turn into a disappointment

#;OZ AF

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yeah but like.....................modern day moroccan-french oz tho

#;ooc post #;my calling is literally making everyone poc #;oR ALGERIAN OZ #;like.........his family is descended from moroccans who settled in france generations ago #;and oz currently lives in paris but it's like..........oz loves hot weather and paris is fucking cold #;and every summer since he was a kid oz practically lives in his uncle's house in morocco #;and he's a fucking terror like #;he knows all the vendors by name #;he'll literally roll in the dust #;his hair is always so shiny and soft bc he uses moroccan oil on it all the time like #;'why would i buy a heat protectant for my hair when i cAN DO THIS??' #;[dumps entire bottle of argan oil on his head] #;oZ'S FRENCH HAVING A CUTE MOROCCAN ACCENT or maybe he speaks standard french #;so everyone's like.........'wow u pretentious fuck' #;or he'd love to spend his time in like southern spain and shit like i can fucking see him just #;skipping through anda lucia having a ball #;[slams fist on table] MORE P O C CHARACTERS

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ღ Do you have a personal blog? Do you share it with your followers or do you keep it private? ❤ Have you or are you currently in love?

more like “oh my god e shut up” (ask me things pls)

ღ Do you have a personal blog? Do you share it with your followers or do you keep it private?

I do have a personal blog, I’m fine with giving it out if people ask me for it, but it’s primarily a SJW blog (with a dash of Les Mis and SU) and if you’re honestly not into that, don’t even bother. (I know this may come across as rude but if you honestly aren’t into social activism, or if you like playing “devils advocate” when it comes to societal issues then seriously, don’t bother)

❤ Have you or are you currently in love?

Ace life, man. The closet I’ve ever been to “love” would probably be queer platonic friendships tbh.

#;ooc post #;anon #;answers this like three days late orz #slurs / #q slur /

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Guardian-Of-Vessalius Follow Forever

I reached 100 followers so here’s some special baes I’d like to shout out too!!

clowncrownallenwalker

bookmanlavirabi

noexprazer

hattarism

cursed-but-loved

saphir-de-corbeau

lxdydisdain

literaryepeolatry

einrotauge

bereftretribution

chapelierchevalier

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roselionne

chained-off-memories

theboywitharagdollbunny

stabilite-bleue-archive

ask-cross-marian

brxkendreamsofinnocence

veridiansoulwrites

blackrabbitvessalius

hiiddeneyes

amethistus-lepus

monstre–maudit

sentimental-raven

#;promo #;go follow this lovely bean child

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#;musicbox #;ok like........the french original concept album of 'a heart full of love' is so fucking oz and gil or alice like fucking f i gh t me #;oz as cosette tho

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        I didn’t mean to get you               ┌                      k i l l e d                                   ┘      

#;resonances of the soul #death /

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Reincarnation is not what it’s made out to be -- of soulful staring, trembling hands, and fervent, hot mouths, of déjà vu cloaked around one’s shoulders, a cape of remorse and retribution, of tearful declarations and happier endings.

{ no, reincarnation is a heart beating wild, never-ending adrenaline, jumpy scares, turning around to face familiar eyes, and then running away, breath shaky, legs uneven, and then throwing up in an alleyway. reincarnation is feeling a brush of fingers at your neck and looking up, and remembering words like daggers, and it’s nothing but a spiral down, down down, down, down. }

{ he muses to himself -- now he is his own person }

{ but he never was anyone to begin with was he? }

It’s still a shock -- onyx hair swishing behind her gently, ruby pools, that gentle voice of hers, words almost caressed in a lifting air, as if she sang every word.

{ she is the same and alien all at the same time and oz wonders if she’s haunted by her demons too }

     “-- Mrs. Lacie.”

Her name sits heavily on his tongue, a tentative whisper, reluctant, as if she would disappear, whisked away by the wind, crumbling, a stolen hiss and nothing else. Fear floods his system, and he sticks his hand out, fingers trembling --

     “-- Oz Vessalius, uh, I’m -- ”

{ stuttering, he’s nervous, heat flooding his cheeks, burnt red clashing horribly with his coloring }

     “-- I, uh, it’s so nice too finally meet you. Alice is no trouble -- I mean, Alice is my friend and she’s wonderful and I’m honored to meet her mom. Um, she adores you, you know?” 

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Lacie remembered almost all of it. She remembered her past life. It was a … painful life. She died, but she saved her precious daughters, but it was her who made Jack that way. Thank god that now everything was not like that. Not like in that … in that sad world. It was another world. It was another her. No, it wasn’t right. It was still her. Lacie Baskerville. Woman with red eyes. Woman with bad character and her own selfish desires. But it was her chance to live a happy life. And she was enjoying it. But something was off today. Alice said that she met one boy. Boy, huh? It was interesting. Who was that? Alice wanted to meet him today, but she, with Alyss, was with Oswald in the forest, they were gone to see lake. And today this boy came to their house, to the Baskerville house. 

“Oh, so you are Alice’s fri…” She stopped talking at once. This boy. This face. She started remembering other things from her past life. Ah, so that’s how was it. The story having a good ending.. No, not ending. A beginning. It’s only a beginning. “..friend. It’s very nice to meet you, Oz. I’m Alice’s mother - Lacie. I’m sorry, but she is off today. Alice told me about you. Thank you for always looking after her.”

She smiled after saying that.  

#oculimalis #v; we hold fast for the future #oh my g od #oz is so...........he'S SO NERVOUS #oz: [attempts to be cool][ends up spluttering]

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♣ Is there an author(s) that you look up to with your writing skills? ♧ Is there an RP partner(s) that you credit for becoming a better writer?

more like “oh my god e shut up” (ask me things pls)

♣ Is there an author(s) that you look up to with your writing skills?

I’m a big fan of David Mitchell, Dostoevsky, and Victor Hugo. They have influenced my horrific, run-on sentence, comma loving, shitty prose writing self. Although seriously guys, anyone read Cloud Atlas?? Come here and let’s cry together bc I’m never ever getting fucking over that book. Incidentally, I hate Ernest Hemingway with a passion (I’m sure you can figure out why. Choppy writing style and no description, it physically hurts me) and would probably burn his books but that would be censorship and even misogynistic works shouldn’t be censored.

♧ Is there an RP partner(s) that you credit for becoming a better writer?

Oh my god, y e s. Basically everyone who had a thread with me when I ran my Thranduil blog like………….sure, I had several rp blogs before that, but that fucking blog was the one that showed me how fun rp could actually be as well as how to manage multiple threads at once. (Also, like, fucking characterization and slowly opening up to suggestions and critiques on my muse, like, god. I was always flowery in my writing but that experience kind of made me like word-vomit flowery and I just…….bless everyone for putting up w me)

#;ooc post #;anon #;if u can somehow guess what my thranduil blog url was then 10000+ points to you