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{Thinking

About

HIM.}

(PSD & icon border)

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{Okay but... supermoons have to hold some kind of significance to Moonshadow elves. The same for blood moons.}

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me as a parent

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Reblog if it's alright for your muse to be given Christmas presents by other people's muses

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{When Rayla was younger, Runaan totally let her win when she wanted to “fight” him. Ethari never let him live any of them down and proceeded to joke about them at any given opportunity.}

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🌟 here’s a gold star from me to you, because you deserve it! pass it along so everyone can get their gold star for the day! 🌟

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naughty, naughty. for all the little promises the moon has shattered.

Tell my muse if they belong on the ‘nice’ or ‘naughty’ list and why ☾ Anonymous ☽ Accepting

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A glower was clear on his face as he clenched his hands into fists. He had no idea what this “nice or naughty list” thing was (it might be a human thing for all he knew), but if it meant reminding him of his faults… he didn’t like it. At all. “I wouldn’t call my promises little. You’re ignorant for referring to them as such, for they carry much more weight than you think.”

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Tell my muse if they belong on the ‘nice’ or ‘naughty’ list and why!

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A brief shocked look formed as Gren rushed up in front of him, effectively blocking his path. The sudden stopping resulted in the tiniest movement of his arm, causing him let out a hiss through clenched teeth and grip it with his other hand. He looked over at it, grimacing at the downright unwell condition of it. As the pain subsided (as little as it did), he met Gren’s gaze again, his eyes narrowed. 

Stubbornness and endurance. The very reasons had the title and reputation he did. Overexertion was dangerous, yes, and had claimed both human and elf lives. Runaan wouldn’t deny that. But he also had his own reasons for keeping himself going beyond the arm binding, reasons too personal to reveal to some human he just so happened to escape with. “You think I haven’t witnessed assassins drop dead during a mission or during training because they overexerted themselves?” he snapped, taking a step forward. Clearly, he hadn’t realized he could easily become one of them. “At least we have something in common.”

Thus, he merely sidestepped Gren and continued on his way. The more they traveled, the closer they would get Xadia. 

“That’s gonna end up with you really dead!”

Dead, actually dead. Killed by something preventable. Killed by his stubbornness. Killed before he returned to- Runaan found himself slowly coming to a halt. It would be breaking that all-too-important promise all over again. Ultimately, he closed his eyes and signed in defeat. “...Fine. We can break here.”

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At how tight the binding was around his upper arm, Runaan was honestly surprised he was still able to stand. He tried his best to move it as little as possible, ignoring each and every concerned word from the other, considering it distracting. A dark bruise was nearing his elbow and inching towards his shoulder. He let out an annoyed growl-like sound at Gren’s voice, not bothering to turn and face him. There was nothing he could do to remove it, so how would carrying him help? It wouldn’t stop the pain. His only choice was to simply keep going.

“I’ll… I’ll be fine,” he managed to say, glaring over his shoulder at him before looking ahead again.

         He really hated playing up and acting his rank. He liked to be known as the red to Amaya’s blue, the softer side to her more stern one. That’s how he liked things. But every now and then, a stubborn soldier would act up. Every now and then, he had to remind them that as friendly as he was, he was just as much a superior of theirs as Amaya. That he was just as strict a soldier as need be. Now?

          He grit his teeth and pushed forwards, standing in the other’s way and holding out a hand to stop him.

          “Listen, I get you Moonshadow elves have this whole thing about ‘already dead’ and all, but, elf or not, at this rate, that’s gonna end up with you really dead. You know how many overexertion kills? Too damn many! I’ve seen it happen!” Maybe it was better to keep calm and negotiate his way into convincing the other into letting him help. But, goddamn, was he stubborn. “So either you let me carry you to give you some semblance of rest, or we break right now, continue onwards, and repeat. Your call.”

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Reblog if it's alright for your muse to be given Christmas presents by other people's muses

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offourseasons:

PSA:

Just because I’m not replying to our thread, or your starter doesn’t mean I don’t want to roleplay with you. I’m just slow. Somedays I can write a fucking book, somedays I can’t even write my own name. It’s in the drafts I promise I am just slow as hell.

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anonymously tell me your honest opinion about me

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y’all know exactly what scene this is from

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positivity for the rpc : A massive shoutout to all the spoonie roleplayers! These muns often suffer from a lack of energy unknown to most people due to their disabilities, and yet they still choose to come onto tumblr and use what little energy they have interacting with all the other muses in the rpc. If that isn’t amazing dedication to a hobby, I don’t know what is. May your spoons be plentiful, my friends!

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deathless ♚ sentence meme

You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast.

You are going to break your promise. I understand.

You’re lonely too.

It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be.

I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable.

I am your servant.

I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased.

For you alone I will be weak.

I belong here, and you will not deny me.

I say these things, and the world listens.

I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. I have tried.

In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold.

I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone, you do not make them tell war stories.

I moved the earth and the water for you.

You will always run away with her.

You will always lose her.

You will always be a fool.

You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear.

You have already done all of this and will do it again.

No one should be judged for loving more than they ought, only for loving not enough.

We look terrible to you, and severe, and you see our blood flying.

What we carry between us is hard-won, and we made it just as we wished it to be, just the color, just the shape.

There need never be any rules between us.

Let us be greedy together; let us hoard.

Do not leave me, swear that you will never leave me.

I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I.

Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.

I can’t abide a poor liar.

You look like a winter’s night. I could sleep inside the cold of you.

Oh, quit that. Blushing is for virgins and Christians.

Scold me; deny me. Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me.

Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing.

In his own country, Death can be kind.

What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists?

Men die. It’s practically what they’re for.

I am no one; I am nothing.

Nothing in me was not made by you.

A revelation is always the end of something. It might even be cause for grief.

Just tell yourself a story that’ll satisfy you and pretend he told it.

Forever isn’t bright; it isn’t like that. Forever is cold and hard and final.

I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived.

If you want to kill yourself, do not use us as your knife.

What did I do wrong? Was I boring? Did I ignore you?

Don’t you dare speak to me like that.

I have worn nothing but blood and death for years.

I have fought all your battles for you, just as you asked me.

I have learned not to cry when I strangle a man.

I have learned to watch everything die.

I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too.

Are we not devils?

No one is now what they were before the war.

I have not seen you without your skin on.

Close up your head; your brain is getting loose.

We obsess. It’s in our nature.

I’ve a devil of a habit for being right.

In war you must always choose sides.

If you try to be a bridge laid down between them, they will tear you in half.

We are all dead. All equal. Broken and aimless and believing we are alive.

My old bones will follow yours soon enough.

It is better to be strong and cruel than to be fair.

I will see him with his skin off before I agree to fall in love.

After love, no one is what they were before.

I have survived, but I have not been spared.

In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you.

Frighten me, make me cry, only come back.

It’s not so bad, my darling. Being dead. It’s like being alive, only colder.

You’ll think it’s love, while he dines on your heart.

You will be so beautiful when you are old.

I cannot keep you and I cannot let you go.

You will live as you live in any world…with difficulty, and grief.

I look at you and it is like my throat being cut.

She said you’d come and I swore to eat your heart.

I still want to kiss you.

My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it.

What happens to anything beautiful?

I have to know, I have to or else you will just rule me until the end of everything because you know and I do not.

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{So... I’m doing it. I’m gonna make a Rayla blog.}

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Before the otherness came

And I knew its name

The love, the dark, the light, the flame