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Draecember Day 10: Undead/DK

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The Count of Monte Cristo (2024) dir. Alexandre de La Patellière, Matthieu Delaporte

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Prim and proper, the girl who's never been kissed I'm tired of being pure and not chased Like something that seeks its level - I wanna go to the devil

I wanna be horrid, I wanna drink booze And whatever I've got, I am eager to lose I wanna be evil, little evil me Just as mean and evil as I can be

- I Want to be Evil, Eartha Kitt

Art by the ever-amazing @bamicommissions!

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Bright

The thing about music, is that it has a way of getting inside you, under your skin…the way a person, or a drug might. It gets in your veins, in your system, stuck in your head - it makes you move, and you don’t want it to stop.

Flashing lights in the darkness - a brief glare, and innumerable pairs of eyes made sensitive by their drug of choice squint in unison; needy bodies grinding, panting, and sweating. 

The high made some things sharper - intense, acute, and all-consuming - while others became dull, blurred at the edges, and less important. The press of sweat-soaked, barely clad bodies, for instance, became almost too much, with how high she’d gotten beforehand.

And during.

The drink she barely kept from spilling down another’s dress was further infused with the substance that made her forget.

Except it didn’t. It made the edges of the memories less distinct, but the contents stared her in the face - one, a human man; the other, freckled and cussing. No, he hadn’t been angry in this place. That had been at the barge, hadn’t it? She hadn’t made him angry often. Not like now.

The rest of the drink went down - yet the memories wouldn’t; this place was a web sticky with the drugs she’d come to rely on most, in her youthful exuberance. Such drugs - and people - were hard to quit. She knew she had a problem - she’d tried to live a sober life, for a time. It hadn’t lasted; it never seemed to.

A tongue traced the green, thorned vines tattooed across her stomach, that snaked across her abdomen - fingers straining to discover where they led, when they disappeared beneath cloth, and leather.

She plucked the wandering hand up, to slip the fingers between her lips - a fang pricking flesh, sucking at the bead of blood that began to well at the tip of the gentle, oh-so-breakable appendage. Soft, like she used to be.

A soft, broken girl stuffing herself full of darkness - chasing the next high, as she sank deeper and deeper into self-loathing…but the faces that the drugs never let her forget, oh they were as bright as the flashing lights in this dark place. As much as she’d loved them - and still did, in her way - she’d been chasing the high only they could give her. A taste of something that broken girl had thought she needed, a new drug - one far more intangible, and addicting.

The trouble with being an addict, however, is that nothing will ever compare to that first high.

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"Are you okay" NO. THERE ARE LITTLE FICTIONAL BITCHES IN MY HEAD. AND THEY'RE KISSING.

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"Careful, we wouldn't want to spoil that pretty face."

I miss Lily, so I made as close of an approximation as I could in XIV for a photo-shoot idea stuck in my head!

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The sun rises on a new day - golden fingers of light creeping along the lush greenery of the Isles bit by bit - a nervous lover's first gentle, exploring touches... and as it reaches me, it should alight the remains of a battlefield... and yet... all is silent save for the cries of the jungle's denizens.

The magma pit around which the Primalists conducted their business saves me from having to suffer the stench of rot, and death as I bask - as the cat that got the canary - in the pale light of dawn from which my family must have taken their name.

And I can't help but think that it's lonely.

I dislike that word, however - it lends the wrong sort of connotation to my situation in others' eyes - I say 'lonely', and what would another think? That I just... crave friendship, or a lover?

It's about more than that. Because naturally, yes - it is a lonely existence, mine. Not a one friend, and no one brave enough to do more than fetishize my darkness, and state of being - but even deeper down, past the superficiality of connection?

I am alone in who, and what I am.

Who can understand me? Who can understand what it is to wield the Light - something that is order, and hope and fulfills you...only to have that carved out in place of a magic that is the quite the opposite - a yawning void, a hunger, a buzzing of chaotic - often violent - need, and desire constantly in your head and under your skin? The only one who ever came close to understanding what it was like for me was Jericho - for who else knows the horrors of eternal hunger for the suffering of others like a Death Knight?

In the years that have passed, I wonder if he - like the Marquis that I fell prey to before - found a cure for his undeath. If he, too, shrugged off a state of being similar to that which I am now forced to bear.

I was shrugged off, too.

I am utterly alone.

The Illidari are similar, it's true - struggling against a quite literal inner demon - but they are containers for demonic power... and I? I'm what - the thing they'll hunt, in time? I am not a container for a beast - I am the monster. Slowly, but surely, I change. I war with the inner darkness in a way they simply cannot understand - because at least their inner darkness isn't actually their own.

There are times I crave to just let the darkness take over - to win out, so I don't have to have moral quandaries between what I am, and what I'm becoming. Other times, I rail against it with every fiber of my being... but often find myself wondering why.

A thing which should not be, I put one foot in front of the other.

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Elunarian Holidays Project - Lahassa - Banner and Divider Part of the work I'm doing for Feyawen and the Guild Silver Circle.

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i dont ship them and i dont even want them to have sex with each other but on a theoretical level i think they would both have psychosexual problems that would interact in a fascinating manner

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you're probably not going to be fantastic at writing your muse(s) right away, and that's okay. sometimes, developing a strong & personal interpretation of a muse that you love and are comfortable with takes time, thinking, planning, and lots & lots of writing with your rp partners. however you choose to portray your muse(s) is unique and special, and it's okay to not feel confident in your initial portrayal(s)! remember to be patient with and kind to yourself ♡

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Someone role playing a character- be they Canon or an OC, have a right to keep that character in "character"

Someone's villain doesn't have to be toned down for interactions just because your character is a princess/vulnerable/child/innocent etc.

If you have your character tease a villain, be prepared for consequences to your character. The mun role playing them is not doing that against you personally, but a villain is a villain.

A monster being mocked or jabbed is going to lash out physically or verbally. Dangerous OCs and canons are not puppies for your "good" character to play with.

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Salty AF Mun’s PSAs

A collection of pet peeves & behaviours we hate to see in the RPC

#4: Showing interest in interacting doesn't just mean replying to threads

Lately there have been a few PSAs going around, stating that "lack of interaction ≠ lack of interest". This rule is both true and false, depending on one's definition of interactions and interest. I think that it's time to clear up the main points of the matter, to avoid misunderstandings and conflicts.

What are interactions?

If we look at the formal definition of the word, an interaction is defined as a "reciprocal action or influence" and "communication or direct involvement with someone or something".

So, "interacting" basically means reaching out to someone else, in any sort of way. It's not merely answering threads or asks or IMs, it can be something simpler and quicker, as liking a post or sending an ask. It's not just producing content yourself, it's helping others to do so.

I would also like to put an emphasis on the reciprocal part of the first definition, because this aspect is extremely important when it comes to RPing. Writing and interacting with someone is a two-way street. When the effort is one-sided, it becomes tiring and frustrating pretty quickly. No one should be surprised to see others' interest in you waning, when they are constantly doing all the work and making all the efforts.

What is showing interest?

For what concern interest, the word means "the feeling of wanting to know or learn about something or someone".

Once again, there are plenty of ways to show that you are invested in your mutuals' content. It's not necessarily be a constant and loud presence. An ask from time to time or a small comment or even just a like let your writing partners know that you are interested in them and their blog(s).

So, to sum up, how can I interact with others and show interest towards them?

Interacting and showing interest is extremely easy and, in some forms, it takes less than a minute. It takes the same time of reblogging a PSA and it takes much less time than writing a post to say that you're "sorry for the lack of activity / interactions".

If you're busy / if real life and mental health are kicking your ass / if you don't have the energy to do more than lurking / if inspiration has been too flaky to write threads, here's a list of things that you can do to show your mutual that you're still interested in engaging them:

Like their headcanons posts (and optionally leave a comment if you feel like)

Like their edits / art / graphics / things they make (again, if you can, leaving a comment is nice too)

Send them OOC memes (headcanon memes, mun memes, and any IC meme that it's not a starter meme) when you see them posting some

These simple, quick things can reassure your writing partners of your interest more than any PSA about how "lack of interaction ≠ lack of interest".

Take-home message

We all have a life outside the internet, responsibilities, work and / or school, health issues, difficulties of various kinds, and so on. This has, of course, to be respected. However, if you have the time to reblog a PSA or to make a post about how "you're not ignoring people, you're just busy", then you have the time to drop a like on a mutual's post / HC / edit / whatnot or to send in a non-interaction meme.

Being busy IRL is not a valid justification not to do this. It comes off as making excuses for your unwillingness to do the bare minimum and for being lazy.

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Reblog this if you’re okay with people sending unexpected IC asks to your muse at any time! No meme prompts needed!

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Reblog from the source, please.

yeah shoutout to pleasures of the flesh

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Do not reblog from me - reblog from the source!

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しかし、私はこの気持ちを止めるために何ができますか？