GWYN’S HAIR SEEMED TO GLOW BRIGHTER WITH HER SONG, SKIN RADIATING A BECKONING LIGHT. HER BEAUTY IS UNRIVALED. a gwyneth berdara role play blog from a court of silver flame written by mandy.
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I don’t know where you are
But I’m waiting at your door every day
Rules II About II Bio
Relatively new blog
Penned by Blaze
Art by Petushocheck
Your neighbor says you’ve gone away You left not ever to stay
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Just your local multi-muse throwing out a text promo so I can look out for more blogs to follow and interact with! ( ‘cos I feel like I should’ve done this first lmao ) I have quite the range of muses and you can check here on my carrd. So ↻ ( reblog ) or/and ♥ ( like ) and I’ll check your blog out!
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THE DARKLING & THE SUN SUMMONER
loved by jess & loved by tinks.
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ANGELS TO SOME
DEMONS TO OTHERS
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hi, everyone! this is just an interest check for a private hp next gen rp where voldemort and the death eaters won the battle of hogwarts. the ministry of magic is no more, and voldemort has declared himself king. the order of the phoenix was forced to retreat into the shadows and rebuild themselves slowly. the fighting’s continued on for several decades, and the world’s essentially lost hope, but after finally managing to murder his most loyal lieutenant, bellatrix lestrange, they finally stand a chance in defeating voldemort and the death eaters once and for all.
there’s a lot of cool stuff like an underground railroad to save muggleborns, blood traitors, and muggles from imprisonment and other fleshed-out locations, developed allegiance types (including a cyberpunk-inspired order of the phoenix), and new royal pureblood houses inspired by game of thrones. you’re also allowed to play all types of characters, including muggles, if you want!
like this post if you’re interested, and i’ll contact you when i have all the information written out!
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the moon was barely there, only a sliver or two of it reflecting brightly that night. it was a somber affair, could never really be anything else, not given the circumstances. a woman, kind and caring and virtuous, found murdered. her killer still walked free. any conversation, whispered & quick, was swallowed by the night seconds late.
it was in this oppressive silence, this display of grief and mourning, that oriana trelawney found themself in. anyone in the crowd could be forgiven for missing the way they stood unsteady on their feet. a sticky sort of malaise plagued them, left them uneasy & nauseous in a way that guilt ( they had, after all, failed to find the woman alive ) could never explain. after a moment, they stumbled forward in their attempt to excuse themself quietly.
martha strout began her speech, spoke of the sister loved so dearly and lost so tragically. all attention turned to her, not to the stumbling, sickly person hidden in the crowd. except for one cho chang who, at the sight of oriana in this state, moved closely to her former schoolmate. she wrapped an arm around their shoulders and whispered in their ear, asked if they needed anything, before guiding them away from the crowd.
the pair ends up seated on a bench in a nearby park. by then, a migraine pounded behind oriana’s eyes, and they wanted nothing more than to close them and surrender to sleep. it was a horrid feeling. there was something building and building and building. words they did not know and words they would later know only written down laid heavy on the tip of their tongue.
in the darkness on that night with the barely there moon, a figure - lurking and looking and listening - was easily missed, never a presence noted by the two twenty-somethings that sat there on that bench. whatever thing, heroic or mundane or villainous, that brought them into the darkness of the night was forgotten at the sight of the two, something in the air making them think to follow them, even if in the shadows, oriana and cho were awarded some degree of anonymity.
they stepped forward, a twig snapping under their foot. cho looked back, caught a glimpse of the lurker, but that was forgotten in an instant when oriana’s eyes finally drifted, only to open a moment later with a hollowness not there just a moment before. they grabbed cho’s hand, their grip tight and painful and spoke, “vacate et scire...” and the words rang odd in the air.
it felt as if the night dropped several degrees and whatever slivers of the moon that were visible, dimmed. there was not long before they spoke again, the words barely past their lips before more tumbled out. “as surely as the skies will open ... as surely as the sea will swallow the earth ... “
it was not silent, of course. but the sounds of nature, that unstoppable beast, were faint compared to the words spoken. “when the thorned king threatens the undone queen, and the dread fires near forgotten burst forth, once more ...”
“only after an old wrong is righted will a sacrifice still be wrought. blood is blood is blood is blood, spilled once and spilled again.” throughout it all, they sat so still. the only movement was the rise and fall of their chest and their lips. “three did live and three must die, for what nature did not give, the world will not abide. take heed : for blood is, and blood was, and blood is all there shall ever be, should damned spot desecrate the most hallowed of ground.”
“sic infit … si vis pacem, para bellum.”
after it all, after oriana returned to themself, only briefly. a something that wasn’t there in the minutes before the speech, a something that perhaps was never there in the years oriana lived before, shined in their eyes before their eyelids closed and they slumped against cho.
and cho stared, tried to make sense of it all, but never got the chance to answer. the lurker chose in that moment to take their exit. they ran, no longer a quiet onlooker, but now one of two that held vital information, and they had people to tell & plans to make. better to get there quick, better to lose whatever advantage afforded to them by stealth, than to risk anything important being lost to malleable human memory.
by sunrise, emergency meetings would be called, members and officials woken in the middle of the night and gathered, but at that moment, in that quiet, quiet night, cho wrapped an arm around oriana and bore their weight as she tried to get them somewhere safe.
CREDITS & OUT OF CHARACTER :
first and foremost, credits to chris for the above self para ! they’ve had the patience of a SAINT in working on this whole thing with me, and it felt only right that they get to be the one to write the delivery of oriana trelawney’s first prophecy. thank you most especially to cherry, too, who put in SO MUCH time & effort to the prophecy - it very literally would not exist, as it is, without them, and i am so beyond appreciative of all they’ve done. thank you also to lana, who allowed us to involve cho, and thank you, too, to all of you guys - for your patience, and for your engagement. our first season & prophecy were worth the buzz, and i really hope you guys get a kick out of this one, too !
the candlelight vigil, though never officially an event, should wind down from now to focus on what’s to come next - fresh meeting channels, a mini event in the discord, a fun little announcement, and, come mid august, our ministry gala - but let judy never be forgotten. after all : there’s still the mystery of what exactly happened to her to unravel.
the prophecy is, as per the first one, to be posted on a sub section on discord where you can all discuss your thoughts. i actively encourage you all to work together & spitball ideas ! as always, i won’t confirm or deny - but this marks the real beginning of noxtms season two, and you should all feel free to get as involved as you want to !
if you have any questions or concerns, feel free to message them to me. once you’ve read this, comment the first thing to come to mind !
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🧚ACOWAR sentence starters
Quotes from A Court of Wings and Ruin by Sarah J. Maas
❝ Whatever you're planning, it'll land us knee-deep in shit. ❞
❝ Don't you trust me? After all we've been through? ❞
❝ I never realized what a powerful motivator guilt can be. ❞
❝ You are a better friend to me...than I ever was to you. ❞
❝ I hope you live a long, long life...and never know a moment's peace. ❞
❝ I missed having you in my bed, but I missed having you as my friend even more. ❞
❝ I hadn't realized I was a villain in your narrative. ❞
❝ I had to keep myself busy to avoid missing you. ❞
❝ I see you. And it does not frighten me. ❞
❝ You're a sneaky bastard. You always have been, and likely always will be. ❞
❝ Yes, you made the right call- played it well. But you also played it badly. ❞
❝ Did I ever tell you that you have the dirtiest mouth I've ever heard? ❞
❝ We need allies. We can't face the brunt of this war alone. ❞
❝ The world should know how good you you- how wonderful you all are. ❞
❝ I can't tell if I should be worried that you're saying such nice things about me. ❞
❝ I think the time has come for us to remove the masks. To stop playing the part. ❞
❝ I do not want to be remembered as a coward. ❞
❝ I see all of you...and there is not one part that I do not love with everything that I am. ❞
❝ The sun was shining when I left you. ❞
❝ You don't get to rewrite the narrative, you don't get to spin this to your advantage. ❞
❝ You may hate us. I don't care if you do, but I do care if you let innocents suffer and die. ❞
❝ I belong to no one, but my heart belongs to you. ❞
❝ We're all broken, in our own ways- in places no one might see. ❞
❝ They took what is ours. And we do not allow those crimes to go unpunished. ❞
❝ For someone who was just dead, you seem remarkably relaxed. ❞
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A Multimuse Roleplay Blog
⭐ Starring: The Little Prince ⭐
Loved by Laamb
Muse List || Interest Checker || Rules
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she was the QUEEN OF MOURNING [ . . . ] and in its depths [ . . . ] she would NEVER DROWN.
#CORPSERALKI : independent and private NINA ZENIK of the grishaverse. card art credits.
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Hello all! This is a new Huckleberry Finn rp blog, finally finished being put together and ready for some interaction.
Please give this a like or a reblog and I’ll come check you out!
(Keep in mind this is a sideblog, so I’ll be following from my main!)
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THE ONLY SOUND IS A BATTLE CRY
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A small text promo so I can throw this out and look for more blogs to interact, so here goes: Hello! Do you appreciate psychics? Do you enjoy the occasional tarot card reading?? Or do you love a bisexual self-made man who refuses to be a charity-case, sacrifices himself to a magical forest, and overall, works three jobs, studies, and eat off-brand poptarts. If so, do like or reblog ( preferably reblog to spread this message out ) and I’ll check you out! ( Adam also has a few verses including teen wolf, maze runner, skyrim, dragon age, etc ) and here’s his carrd.
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i tried to warn you when you were a child. i told you not to get lost in the wild. i sent omens and all kinds of signs.
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we get so tired and we complain 'bout how it's hard to live. [ ... ] 𝙱𝙴𝙰𝚄𝚃𝙸𝙵𝚄𝙻 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙱𝙻𝙴𝙼𝚂, god knows we've got them but we gotta try.
#HOMIINES a multimuse featuring both literature and media fandoms. adored by tay.
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Despite your good intentions, that girl is like an architect and I am just the new invention // a new and improved look into the life of THE CREATURE from Mary Shelly’s 1818 novel FRANKENSTEIN / 2008′s Dark Horse comics Frankenstein Alive, Alive!. Mutuals only and 18+. Penned by Moni!
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dear cherry; we are pleased to inform you that your application for PARVATI PATIL has been accepted to 𝐧𝐨𝐱 ! sobhita dhulipala is now taken. you have twenty four hours to submit your account, or else your role will be reopened !
⧼ sobhita dhulipala, agender, she/they / she’s kerosene, the interrupters + it’s the first thing you’re taught about stories: their structure. there is a beginning, a middle, an end / all the problems resolved, wrapped up, tied up, no loose ends left to ponder. all your life, you’d hoped that your end would be that of a fairytale, all ball gowns and glitter and magic, in the very base sense of the term. linear structure be damned, your story is that of the before and the after. before: talk of the twin telepathy, of the comfort that comes from sharing a womb / a life / identical terrors, all swathed in pink and orange and mischief writ into dark eyes. you wear your frivolity like a favoured sari, to be shown off and reveled in ; gossamer girl, gauze girl, girl made of something airy and light and lovely, something filmy about your very nature. made of stars, designed to gaze at constellations and wish to be among them ; a legend, a beautiful story to be told with a happy ending. that’s all anyone dreams of, isn’t it ? the kind of tale that warms the base of your heart, the kind you can forget once you close the chapter. after: there is a ghost in your apartment, and she wears your face. a sallow-eyed apparition in the mirror when you brush your teeth and spit blood on porcelain, she is your beginning, your middle and your end. what happens when an identical half of your soul dies, and all you’re left with is the image of her reflection and the sound of her laugh in your mouth and the phantom-limb ache of her when you least expect it ? she is your beginning, your middle, and your end / the one you dreamed so grandly of, the one you had always hoped to share. there will always be two halves of you: two lives, separated by your twin sister’s casket and a eulogy you couldn’t bring yourself to give ; two stories, one of the happily ever after and one of the devastation that makes a mess of the insides of your chest ; two different versions of you. ( what terrifies you more ---- - that she wouldn’t know you at all, or that she’d recognise you in a heartbeat ? delicate hands turned calloused and bruised, would it tear you up more if she rejected your bleeding knuckles or kissed them anyway ? ) this was never made to be linear, not something you could close the book on / life is not kind to those who come in pairs, this much is true. it’s like richard siken says, darling: someone has to leave first. this is a very old story. there is no other version of this story / and it’s like tim kreider wrote: if we want the rewards of being loved, we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known. to be known and to be lost, to lose, to keep on losing: you would submit to that mortifying ordeal over and over, if it meant you could love / if you could not lose / if you could have her back. ⧽ ━━ hey, isn’t that PARVATI ANIKA PATIL? i read a daily prophet article on them, once ; the TWENTY-SIX year old half blood WIX & WEREWOLF is a GRYFFINDOR alumnus who has gone on to be an AUROR. i’ve heard they can be quite CONDIGN & UNFEIGNED, but i don’t know… they came off very COMPENDIARY & LICENTIOUS in that interview. it really is hard to know what to believe these days though, isn’t it? [ cherry, 22, aest, she/they. ]
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yell into the void bc i’m back here taking up space in the tags to say WHEN WILL THE TRIWIZARD SQUAD BE COMPLETE?! we’d love to see someone bring the wonderful CEDRIC DIGGORY to our server ( my im’s etc are always open if you wanted to plot out him having survived too! )
we’d also love to see the slytherin trio complete with DRACO MALFOY and BLAISE ZABINI!
but maybe you’re more interested in some older characters? wanna delve into the fantastic beasts timeline? well, we’d love to see newt scamander, gellert grindelwald and the wonderful goldstein siblings: tina & queenie goldstein!
as always, we’d love to see more death eaters, but we’d also love to have oliver wood join us as well as the likes of lee jordan, seamus finnigan, dean thomas, bill weasley, parvati & padma patil!
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Adam pronounced love very carefully; as if it were an unfamiliar element on the periodic table.
This is a multi-muse featuring Adam Parrish. ( The Raven Cycle / Call Down The Hawk. ) who has a vary of verses ranging from dragon age to even modern verses.
Indie / Semi-Selective / Crossover Friendly / OC Friendly.
Written by Emma!
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❝ being forgotten , she thinks , is a bit like going mad . you begin to wonder what is real , if YOU are real . after all , how can a thing be real if it cannot be remembered ? ❞
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