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Parmi les daikinis & Il était un roi by Fabien BRAVIN

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         BLUE GAZE LINGERS ,    lips  not  quite  ready  to  bend  into  a  smile .   the  battle  had  been  arduous .   the  empty  bedrolls  at  their  campsite  seemed  to  halt  time  itself ,    stand  in  graves  for  the  bodies  unrecovered .    the  guard  had  retreated ,    of  course .   they  had  been  victorious ,    but  they  weren’t  by  any  measure  unmarred .

              lovilas  sits  by  the  fire ,   idly  seeking  warmth  from  the  closing  night .    sometimes ,   he  wishes  he  still  lived  in  the  city  so  badly  his  heart  aches .    but  no  longer  can  he  afford  to  be  ignorant .    he  tears  his  stare  from  the  empty  bedrolls     &    instead  looks  to  their  leader --    he  isn’t  sure  what  he’s  looking  for .    his  face  is  blank  as  bloody  hands  sign     ‘  do  you  ever  think  of  home ?  ‘

@gynvaell  clicked.

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LINES I’VE HEARD THAT ARE RAW AS HELL: A SENTENCE STARTER PACK

“I will face God and walk backwards into Hell.” ”Pick a god and pray.” “Then perish.” “Violence for violence is the rule of beasts.” “I have been through Hell and come out singing.” “There are no gods here.” ”Kiss my ass, you sanctimonious bastard.” “Do I look like the kind of man who dies?” ”Do you think God stays in heaven because he too lives in fear of what he’s created here on earth?” ”Most monsters are a manifestation of our own fears and inability to accept different cultures we don’t understand.” ”You can only learn from pain, the more pain the wiser you become.” ”God, forgive me.” ”I am blighted being cursed with sight.” ”This is the age of the expanding man.” “God’s dead and soon we will be, too.” “I thought there were no heroes left in this world.” ”To become God is the loneliest achievement of them all.” “You kneel before my throne unaware that it was built on lies.” “Impudent of you to assume I will meet a mortal end.” ”People who don’t fear death are the ones who crave it.” “This is Hell’s territory and I am beholden to no gods.” “Bury me shallow, I’ll be back.” ”Perception is truth to those who perceive it as such.” “Take this gift, for the gods surely won’t.” ”When the weight of the world is on your shoulders, you learn.” “Ironic that someone whose purpose it is to restore life would wish death upon themself.” “God wishes he were me.” “One day, you will be face to face with whatever saw fit to let you exist in the universe, and you will have to justify the space you’ve filled.” “Everything that we know and love is reducible to the absurd amount of chemicals, and there is therefore no intrinsic value in this material universe.” “Hypocrite that you are, for you to trust the chemicals in your brain to tell you they are chemicals.” “All knowledge is ultimately based on that which we cannot prove.” “Will you fight? Or will you perish like a dog?” “You’re a coward. You always were.” “Deviation from the norm will be punished unless it is exploitable.”

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          IT HAD BEEN A DECOY ,    after  all .     countless  elves    &    dwarves  lay  dead  for  nothing  more  than  a  few  barrels  of  rocks .     the  forests  shrouding  sherrawedd  glisten  with  blood  all  for  some  petty  declaration  of  politics .    &    the  girl ,    with  the  ashen  hair    &    the  rose  pinned  to  her  shirt  had  almost  been  killed .     were  they  really  to  kill  children  now ?

            even  if  the  members  of  his  band  did  not  lay  dead ,    he  would  have  left  anyways .    disillusioned ,    the  young  elf  finds  himself  still  wandering  the  woods .    he  picks  up  the  white  rose ,    bloodied ,    &    keeps  it  warm  in  his  palm .    they  say  elves  do  not  make  a  sound  when  moving  through  the  woods .    while  not  entirely  true ,    lovilas  dares  not  disturb  even  the  smallest  leaf  as  he  ventures  to  the  edge  of  the  traveler's  camp .

           he  notices  the  older  white  haired  one ,    the  girl’s  father ,  he’s  sure ,   still  awake  by  the  fire .    instead  of  running  when  being  spotted ,    he  pauses ,    returns  the  stare  with  a  sad ,    tired  gaze .    he  holds  out  the  white  rose ,    as  if  an  offering  to  a  martyr ,    &    sets   it  near  the  camp’s  edge .    he  does  not  want  to  fight  anymore .    he  is  tired .    lovilas  is  tired .

@grandschemed  /  clicked.

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         consider  this  my  first  official  starter  call !    like  this  post    &    i’ll  write  you  a  thing  of  varying  length  <3    if  you’re  a  multimuse ,    please  reply  with  which  muse  you’d  like  it  for !

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how do you feel about cats vs. dogs, sweet vs. savory, and language?

      THESE ARE TRIVIAL MATTERS, REALLY,    but  lovilas  spends  more  time  than  may  be  considered  appropriate  contemplating  his  answers .    he  writes  his  responses ,    taking  several  moments  as  he  writes  one  thing  then  scribbles  it  out .

cats sweet savory swe savorythere should be a more coherent, universal form of hand signals. writing takes too much a lot of energy, sometimes.

ask lovilas things !   /   accepting.

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Ask my character "How do you feel about ______?" Can be an idea, person(s), place, or thing, and they'll have to answer honestly.

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Have you got colour in your cheeks?

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problems of having two blogs: posting on the wrong acct

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             MARBLE SCRAPES THE TREETOPS ,    cracking  arches  reaching  their  fingertips  towards  a  blue  sky .    the  elves  had  authored  their  own  destruction ,    of  course .    burned  all  their  towns ,    took  implements  of  destruction  to  their  revered  palaces .    lovilas’s  father  had  told  him  of  how  it  felt  to  kill  the  very  thing  you  loved  enough  to  create .    now  the  elf  rests  a  scarred  hand  with  exposed  nail  beds  against  a  forgotten  pillar .

               he’s  content  until  the  enchantress pops  into  his  view .    a  human ,    daring  to  disturb  the  sanctity  of  this  place .    how  disgusting .    how  typical .    he  lets  his  presence  be  known ,    stepping  into  her  periphery    &    glaring  at  her .    let  her  try  to  take  anything  from  these  ruins .    lovilas  will  be  waiting .

@ofmaribcr​  /  clicked.

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💎 Isengrim

meme / accepting

           IT DOES NOT TAKE  lovilas  long  to  sign  his  reply .    he  holds  up  ten  fingers ,    a  faint  smile  on  his  face  as  he  does  so.    he  remembers  something  someone  once  muttered  about  isengrim   &    scars    &    how  elves  were  supposed  to  be  beautiful .     how  blind  must  a  man  be  if  he  cannot  see  isengrim  still  is  ?

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💎 uwu

meme / accepting

         WHILE USEFUL FOR DESIGNS ,    the  tendency  of  lovilas  to  over-analyze  situations  leads  him  to  think  far  too  seriously  about  this .    if  he  says  ten ,    will  he  seem  disingenuous ,    or  worse ,    like  some  starstruck  fool ?    if  he  says  anything  less  than ,    will  eldain  harbor  resentment  for  him ?    by  the  time  he  signs  his  response  of   ‘ 9 ‘ ,    the  delay  is  enough  to  be  considered  somewhat  awkward .

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send me a 💎 and my muse will rate your muse’s physical appearance on a scale of 1-10

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          LOVILAS DOES LITTLE BUT STARE  at  the  ravens  flocking  to  his  woods .    he  knows  it  can’t  be  natural .    a  cacophony  of  black  wings  flutter  around  his  perch  as  a  lookout ,     &    he  imitates  the  whistle  of  an  oriole ,    a  signal  to  his  brigand  to  be  on  guard .    it’s  only  a  matter  of  time  before  he  spies  the  man  dressed  in  all  black ,    seemingly  being  the  thing  of  the  ravens’  fixation .

        he  jumps  down  from  his  spot  hidden  in  a  tree ,    adjusting  his  coat  to  make  his  dagger  plain  for  the  invader  to  see .    he  won’t  brazenly  threaten  him .    not  yet .    he  gestures  to  a  sign  he  has  positioned  on  the  trunk  of  a  poplar ——    a  human’s  corpse  slumped  into  a  sitting  position ,    an  arrow  nestled  between  their  eyes .

@weltschmerze / clicked here.