resilientbud:

oh, my heart's bleeding oh, my soul's crying  oh, i want to scream   but i'll dab it up with band-aids    i'll dab it up with tissues     i'll sew my lips      and i'll smile like the sun       to put on a show        that they'll never forget.

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resilientbud:

oh, my heart's bleeding
oh, my soul's crying
oh, i want to scream
but i'll dab it up with band-aids
i'll dab it up with tissues
i'll sew my lips
and i'll smile like the sun
to put on a show
that they'll never forget.

[ ❦ ] - Independent Ib roleplay blog for the RPGMaker game Ib.
[ ❦ ] - Private, will be selective with who I follow and interact with.
[ ❦ ] - 1-2 years roleplaying on Tumblr.
[ ❦ ] - OC | AU | Multifandom friendly.
[ ❦ ] - Heavily headcanon based.
[ ❦ ] - Icon RPS → Novellas in writing style.
[ ❦ ] - NSFW: Violence and Gore threads are ok. Smut is prohibited.
[ ❦ ] - Flexible timeline, main verse Promise of Reunion.
[ ❦ ] - NSFW content and general triggers will be tagged: please ask if you wish for mun to tag anything else for you.
[ ❦ ] - I’m just a dumb. Please love me.

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shxrkfry:

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excuse

ur excused

((I’m going out to walk a bit and will most likely be quiet for the rest of the day working on my longer replies))

devoidofpity:

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        Despite her efforts her smile slowly fades. He’s right, only minimal information was given to the students as a collective, proving what she knew was only by private means. "You know children," She says calmly, the corners of her lips beginning to again, slowly upturn.

        “Eavesdropping seems to the one of the few ways we can find things that—pique our interests.”

          Juxtaposing the upturn of the female’s lips, twin folds
          crease further to a grimace, intuition pricking within his
          cognitive processes and confirming his initial suspicion;
         ’tis a godsend that he was gifted—rather, taught—to
          hone his senses as both detective and hound: theoretical
          approaches his instructor, experience his guide.

         “That curiosity’ll be the death of you. Dive too much into
          the fog and you’ll never get out.

          Parting words from a man who has experienced it firsthand,
         “then again, it’s already too late for you, isn’t it?

petitevictorique:

       You were c h o s e n         as a single fragment with which I will                   fill up my B O R E D O M 
            Indie roleplay blog for Victorique De Blois from Gosick.            Multifandom and OCs friendly – rp with mutuals only.            NSFW themes might be present on this blog, although            triggering material will be tagged accordingly.             I mainly ship chemistry; all formats are welcome, and            both plotted and spontaneous threads are accepted.
            We don’t bite ––– too hard. 
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petitevictorique:

       You were c h o s e n
         as a single fragment with which I will
                   fill up my B O R E D O M

            Indie roleplay blog for Victorique De Blois from Gosick.
            Multifandom and OCs friendly – rp with mutuals only.
            NSFW themes might be present on this blog, although
            triggering material will be tagged accordingly.
            I mainly ship chemistry; all formats are welcome, and
            both plotted and spontaneous threads are accepted.

            We don’t bite ––– too hard.

                          Blog | About | Rules | Available verses

xnightrainx:

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xnightrainx:

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intimidatingcaptain:

             Heterochromatic gaze narrowed under given confirmation and wonderment treacherously escaped his lips, despite non availability of want to voice it. What was that you lost? A… human? He couldn’t respond and even admit to self, why hesitancy found its place within that inquiry of his, stumbling upon own mix of words and combination of thoughts ‘bout long passed days. Despite his apparent course and desirable aim, there was significant part, principal piece of his being, dwelling within, slumbering, yet not entirely losing control, side of him that cherished family, connections, dear memories… Memories. Yet— he had reverse purpose, as he should never fail his expectations, in spite of all pressure, however long and hard the road could be, as for without victory there was no survival.

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             He was brought up back from his state of disarray by the other’s ongoing speech and the latter part of that statement made him even let out audible chuckle, regaining self after brief moment of confusion. You’re correct. Before I’ve never lost at anything and I never will. It was utterly futile to use persuasion on someone who was corrupted by winning, even though he lost all sensations, all emotions that usually were granted to victorious; all that remained was undisguised desire to achieve more and to obtain more. For his misfortune the only way to break those chains was to suffer defeat, yet he didn’t intend to give up or let something go easily, as it all had great cost, it all had matter to him. There’s no other way for me. He added in the end with tranquil and quiet tone of his voice, as it was put above him like a doom.

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          Pensive becomes his countenance, the pang of yesteryear continuing to mark his soul with a hollow agony that sparks not gloom but cynicism, one which voices in unspoken lyric the youth’s accuracy and the male’s own hesitation in voicing affirmation; strange, though, given that he had plenty of time to mull over the consequences and its impact, but suppose even emotions buried as deeply as the hound’s are manage to sprout time and time again with hearty vengeance. Lips manage to retain their relaxed curvature when suspicions are confirmed—as per usual. Rare it was that the enforcer had found himself in the wrong and, in such a case, perhaps such a streak was akin to the redhead’s lifestyle of victory but many a time where the hound was in the right did he wish he was in the wrong. He doesn’t enjoy being right about someone’s death, nor does he enjoy figuring out the methods in which the killer eliminated his victims—or did he?

          Indeed, he oft approached his cases like a game and inwardly felt accomplishment with every step closer to the truth when knowing he saved multitudes of potential victims (albeit it’d be strange for a badged criminal to be awarded such praise), but was that all that there is to this bleak existence of his? What will he do after he finds Makishima? Will the demons remain in his nightmares? Accumulate further as corpses pile beneath his feet? Ah, again with the hypotheticals.

         “I can only guess that to you winning’s the same as breathing.

          Lose and you die. Depressing.

         “Well, whatever floats your boat, Kid. Just make sure that
          you’re always prepared for the possibility of losing: maybe
          it’ll never happen, but life’s got this weird habit of throwing
          curveballs at people when they least expect it.

aseaofquotes:

George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

aseaofquotes:

George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

coefficient472:

+ abyssmalhound

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       "Welcome to Oso Academy. My Name is Oryou Rikako, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I figured since the MWPSB would be spending time at the school while they carry out their investigation, I should introduce myself."

          Brows knit together, skepticism imbued within his steely
          gaze when the female introduces herself. Hardly one for
          manners, however, he doesn’t bother to part with similar
          sentiments.

         “Hm. Don’t remember telling the teachers to explain to
          their students about what’s going on.

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