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this blog is now an archive, find me @sennik.

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one of my fave coworkers got really into lovm and watching him discover cr and watching all the clips from the actual campaigns... i'm on fire.

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i just love reading books where there's something so fundamentally wrong about every single character.

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“Poppies” (c.1900)

Ludwik Stasiak (Polish;1858-1924)

oil on canvas

Stanisław Fischer Museum in Bochnia

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↪     𝑺𝑳𝑬𝑬𝑷𝒀 𝑯𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑶𝑾 .    (  a  series  of  sentence  starters  from  the  1999  film   “  sleepy hollow  ” .  adjust  phrasing  as  necessary . )  

help ,  here  —  lend a hand .

just a moment ,  if i may  —

i stand up for sense  &  justice .

do make certain you meet with success .

such a day for such a sad farewell .

this is such a silly game .

be a sport  &  stop complaining !

play along ,  you must .

forgive me ,  i didn’t know .

we haven’t heard your name yet ,  friend .

you need some manners .

if we could speak alone ?

how much have your superiors bothered to tell you ?

you are horribly old - fashioned ,  aren’t you ?

feel free to form your own opinion ,  though it appears you already have .

it seems i’ve made matters worse .

i’ll leave you to your business .

excuse me  …  i should apologize .

is it me ,  or are you this nervous around all women ?

do be a dear  &  tell me all about it .

sounds like an extraordinary place to live a life .

there is no such thing as magic .

to call a person superstitious is to imply they fear magic .

poets have silly notions .

you do believe me now ,  don’t you ?

you need less big words ,  &  more common sense .

what the hell are you doing ?

i am not here for revenge .  i am here to bring justice .

i manage fine alone .

i deserve to help you .  don’t you see how much this means ?

what are you spying on ?

i beg you ,  no more ,  please .

i will not allow it .  i will not !

why was i not told of this ?

you should step outside .

sorry for disturbing you .  i thought a forgotten candle was burning .

having trouble sleeping ?

i have something to show you ,  if you have a moment .

these scars .  how did you get them ?

oh ,  you are hopeless .

i have a gift for you .  true magic which even you will not be able to deny .

are you saying i should be frightened ?

what will it take for you to realize this is no laughing matter ?

don’t be afraid  …  don’t be afraid .

you promised justice .  people have put their trust in you .

why would you do such a thing ?

leave me .  you are not welcome here .

allow me some time .

the things i said to you before  …  i was wrong to say them .

every word you spoke had truth in it .

if you want me to go ,  i will .  do you want me to leave ?

i no longer know what i think or what i feel .

why are you so afraid ?  is there truly such harm in uncertainty ?

i should be going  …  good day to you .

i’m one of the few people who likes you .

i apologize if i worried you .

my god  …  what has happened ?

yes ,  i did notice that ,  thank you .

i am a bad habit .  there’s nothing for it .

don’t let him get you .

lay still ,  [ name ] .  do not move .

i’m drawing bad blood from the wound .

you were half - drowned when they found you .

i serve a fine purpose alive .

midnight seems an appropriate time .

hide in my room  &  bolt the door til i return .

i was getting worried .

do you have anything to clean it with ?

i know you saw me .

i know you followed me last night .

i appreciate your concern .

you are so upset now  …  &  yet ,  you seemed in such good spirits last night .

why have i not seen your face for so long ?

i have been reading your journal .

what would you have me believe ?

if you think i am behind this ,  say it .

call me a liar ,  then ,  &  a  murderer .

what is stopping you ?  what has happened to your ability to transcend sentimentality ?

don’t dare stand looking as if you still care for me ,  after all that you have said .

if i were to confess ,  would that ease your suffering ?  would that make it easier for you to hate me ?

the next person to lay hands on me will have a bullet .

you do not know all that has happened .

why  …  why are you like this ?

to hell with this place  &  all the people here .

won’t you change your mind ?  what can i say to convince you ?

take me with you .  there’s nothing left for me here .

forgive me .  i failed you .

you  …  you’re alive .

no one will believe your lies .

i am not going to kill you .  not me  …

you cannot kill what is already dead .

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here are a few things about my beloved slavic ghost oc, heavily based in slavic myths and folklore (leaning more towards the western slavs and poles, however not exclusively):

there isn't much known about the origins of vola. not the ghost's real name, not real appearance, not really the specifics of how this ghost came to be exactly. a lot of it is due to the fact vola himself doesn't know where he's from; his consciousness returned already blank after he was dead and has been dead for a while. the name itself is only something that has been given to him over time, among others, and it means free will.

the mystery of his real appearance has many origins. some suspect it's because he was wrapped in a burial shroud too tightly and therefore could not uncover his own face, some say that it was because he was buried in a mass grave and became confused as to which body was his. in his ghostly appearance, he does have certain attributes that may suggest both could be true, but neither have ever been confirmed.

he rarely uses his true ghostly form. it's often said that whoever sees his true self is about to go on a significant tribulation, as his true form is really quite frightening and it's also when he is the strongest. precisely because it is when he's strongest, he only uses it in very significant moments, often times historically prolific.

in his ghostly form, he wears a funerary shroud as a tunic. the shroud is fully red, the tunic beneath is embroidered with traditional patterns. the red doesn't come from natural fabric tint, however, but rather looks to have been originally white and fully dipped in blood and tattered. beneath, he wears traditional shoes with puttee over trousers, and a belt. his form seems to be male, but it's hard to tell, as the shroud is rather loose. his face is a mystery — over the years, he adapted a traditional mask used in funerary rituals called dziady as a form of mockery of his many failed banishings. long golden hair falls loosely from beneath it, and on top of his head, he wears a crown of poppies.

generally speaking, since he rarely appears in his true form, he's very skilled at shapeshifting. he tends to appear as beautiful people with golden hair, usually dressed in red or white (though not exclusively, as he has taken form of people both young and old - it's just his main form is a young man with golden her, followed closely by what could be his twin sister). there tend to be poppies incorporated into these disguises, one way or another. though he leans towards the male gender, he's fine with being addressed in any other way, and opts for using feminine speech when in female form (since slavic languages are quite gendered and his name does sound somewhat feminine). he can be considered genderfluid. it's not just people he turns himself into, as he has been mistaken for a number of demons and slavic gods. he likes to pretend to be veles or krasatina the most.

for a while, he did work for veles, but only when he felt like it. the only god that can really make him do anything however, is marzanna.

there are many attributes associated with him, as well as many names. red and white are his colours. shaman's mask, poppies and moths are his symbols. he's associated with free will, as it corresponds with his capricious personality, one day feeling helpful, the other mischievous to the bone, and another full of wrath. his powers are also great, as his spiritual rank is higher than many strongest spirits. he's considered supreme precisely because he isn't tied to any place, like many other ghosts that haunt old castles or forests — he's free to go where he wants.

it's hard to say how far his power goes, and among his skills there are mind powers. it's said that meetings with him are fateful, but he never forces any outcomes. he's a patron of free will precisely because he leaves people with fateful choices, and whether they lead to their downfall or not is up to them.

it's said that when he first appeared, he was just a slightly annoying ghost rucking up food offerings left by the people during the rituals, but impossible to really get rid of. when approached by veles himself to move on, he simply refused and continued on his merry way. having disappeared for a while, the next time he appeared was with his true form already formed, causing a terrible ruckus and getting involved with a war between tribes. some said it was a revenge, but he has neither confirmed or denied. ever since then, he's been a prevalent figure of myth and has inspired a number of rhymes and myths.

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all day i have to work, but all i really wanna do is read books and eat my lasagne in peace.

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trying to fight the urge to add some extra characters.

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lotr: fellowship of the ring (book) starters

❝ it is perilous to study too deply the arts of the enemy, for good or for ill. ❞   ❝ not all those who wander are lost. ❞   ❝ nothing is evil in the beginning. ❞   ❝ peril is now both before you and behind you, and upon either side. ❞   ❝ i wish you would trust me, as you used to. ❞   ❝ i’ll do as i choose and go as i please. ❞   ❝ you still mean to come with me? ❞   ❝ the world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair. ❞   ❝ there is more about you than appears on the surface. ❞ ❝ i am very weary. i must rest here a moment. ❞ ❝ i cannot thank you as i should for all your past your kindnesses. ❞ ❝ do not meddle in the affairs of wizards, for they are subtle and quick to anger. ❞   ❝ i don’t know what has come over you. you’ve never been like this before. ❞   ❝ many that live deserve death. and some that die deserve life. ❞   ❝ may it be a light to you in dark places, when all other lights go out. ❞   ❝ short cuts make long delays. ❞   ❝ what do you want, and where do you come from? ❞ ❝ it is going to be very dangerous. it is already dangerous. most likely neither of us will come back. ❞   ❝ i see there is some shadow of fear upon you. ❞   ❝ all i ask in return is: take as much care of yourself as you can. ❞ ❝ if i’ve done any harm, i’m sorry. ❞ ❝ why the disguise? who are you? ❞ ❝ you can keep your secret for the present, if you want to be mysterious. ❞   ❝ i am sick of my doings being noticed and discussed. ❞   ❝ you ought to go quietly, and you ought to go soon. ❞   ❝ i wish you would tell me what happened. ❞   ❝ have you been eavesdropping? ❞  ❝ i am bruised and in pain, but it is not too bad. ❞ ❝ we surely aren’t staying here for the night, are we? ❞ ❝ my name and my business is my own. ❞ ❝ you do not understand and cannot imagine what lies ahead. ❞   ❝ i haven’t got any courage to keep up. ❞   ❝ go back to the shadow. ❞ ❝ if there’s any help i can give, you’ve only to name it. ❞ ❝ i think you are not really as you choose to look. ❞ ❝ i am not safe here or anywhere else. ❞   ❝ i have never known you give me pleasant advice before. ❞   ❝ i am glad to see you safe and sound. ❞   ❝ perils known and unknown will grow, but we must go on. ❞ ❝ faithless is he that says farwell when the road darkens. ❞ ❝ you doubt that you will find what you seek, or accomplish what you intend. ❞   ❝ we are not going through the village tonight. too many ears pricking and eyes prying. ❞   ❝ i am going. i am leaving now. goodbye. ❞   ❝ what did you blush for? ❞ ❝ it would be death of you to come with you. ❞   ❝ even the smallest people can change the course of the future. ❞   ❝ the wide world is all around you. you can fence yourself in, but you cannot for ever fence it out. ❞   ❝ if by my life or death i can protect you, i will. ❞   ❝ being fearless, ruthless…this alone will achieve victory. ❞ ❝ i am weary in body and in heart. ❞ ❝ it is no good trying to escape you. ❞ ❝ there is mischief about. i feel it. ❞ ❝ have your weapons close at hand. ❞ ❝ how wide and empty and mournful all this country looks. ❞ ❝ don’t adventures ever have an end? i suppose not. someone else always has to carry on the story. ❞   ❝ even the very wise cannot see all ends. ❞ ❝ let us hope that no evil has come here yet. ❞     ❝ i am weary in body and in heart. ❞ ❝ a madness took me, but it has passed. ❞   ❝ what’s done cannot be undone. ❞ ❝ if you don’t let me go with you, i will follow on my own. ❞ ❝ in every wood, in every spring, there is a different green. ❞ ❝ i don’t ever remember feeling so wretched. ❞ ❝ i hate this place, too, and i am afraid. ❞ ❝ you are worn with sorrow and much toil. ❞ ❝ i wish i had never come here. ❞ ❝ it is plain that we are meant to be together. ❞

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ok, i'll be back here soon, but i'm gonna go hang a bit either @servinglies or @fortwild.

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i hope all of you know every time my muses flirt with y'all's muses, there's me, giggling behind the keyboard.

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cathaedra​:  proteus.

this   would   have   felt   impossible   a   year   ago      —      having   sinbad   as   a   permanent   fixture   around   the   palace   in   syracuse   again.         but   chaos   breeds   impossibility,   so   it   would   seem,   and   here   they   are.      proteus   tidies   up   his   desk,   his   papers   of   correspondence   with   other   leaders   of   the   twelve   cities,   but   sinbad   draws   his   attention      —      as   is   surely   his   goal.

“      the   day   is   new.      we   have   plenty   of   time   yet,      ”            he   replies,   grinning   over   his   shoulder,   setting   aside   the   last   of   his   morning   work   before   joining   sinbad.      he   stands   in   front   of   the   lounge,   unable   to   stop   himself   from   running   fingers   through   sinbad’s   soft   curls.      he   smells   absolutely   delicious,   and   he   glows   from   early   sun   and   oils   he   brings   back   with   him   from   his   latest   voyage.      the   prince   kisses   his   companion   on   those   plump,   beautiful   lips,   tasting   the   plums   from   their   breakfast   on   sinbad’s   tongue.      proteus   hums   against   sinbad’s   lips.            “      what   a   pity   that   i   must   share   you   with   the   rest   of   this   world   .   .   .      ”

at times, this still feels too good to be true.   these thoughts are readily repelled by sinbad, who’s unwilling to sabotage himself and this thing they share any longer.  even if something or someone else may wish to, at least he no longer should.  by the time proteus is up on his feet, sinbad’s too busy admiring the way the sun reflects in his hair for a moment, and whatever track of thought has been there, disappears instantly.  he has to look up when proteus walks over, standing over him while hazel brown eyes watch with fondness.  the fingers in his hair are distracting, so he says nothing and instead a pleased hum escapes his mouth.

when proteus kisses him, sinbad has no other business but to kiss back.  languidly, he slips his hands to the small of proteus’ back, drawing him in a little closer.  it’s a sweet, familiar taste, and a sweet familiar feeling.  in a daunting sort of way, he can’t help feeling that nothing else could ever compare to this.  somehow, he can no longer remember how he could have made it ten years without this feeling.    ❝  not today,  ❞    sinbad breathes out, their faces still close enough that their breaths intermingle.  it’s warm and tingly, and sinbad can’t stop himself from pressing another kiss to his lips, gentle and fleeting.   ❝  today, i’m all yours, i made sure of it myself.  does it please you, hmm?  ❞

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@praenunti said: ❝ i am different. i do not belong. ❞  Cai to Suli

it's a true enough statement. in some ways, their working relationship has been the longest out of anywhere he's ever been, yet it hasn't actually been that long. still, enough time has passed for suli to know it's really a reflection of reality, what cai has said. even if that statement has the potential to sound a little childish, among the young masters of wealthy families and people who could have the potential to garner power, cai is so far removed from the usual repertoire of stuck up and entitled young masters, suli would rather not compare them at all. if anything, he feels a strange sense of comraderie between them, even if this whole thing must be too good to really last.

❝ alright, ❞ he finally agrees, his tone softer than the usual, somewhat detached and proper manner of speech he has adapted over the years of dealing with people far above his station. ❝ i suppose we have that in common. ❞ trying not to appear like he's appeasing a petulant child, because he does actually believe they share this between each other, he decides to do an uncharacteristic thing and sit down, no broom or wiping cloths in sight. though he'd much rather escape what could be a really awkward exchange, it seems maybe there's more to say than this and he doesn't want to be rude. ❝ i'll still address you properly when there are other people around though. that's for your sake as much as it's mine. ❞

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y'all, recommend me some good wlw books to read, i'm begging you.

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@cathaedra said: ❝ i want today to be about me and you. ❞   ( sinbad from proteus )

it's good to know they're on the same page about this. teasing may be second nature to sinbad, but he has grown enough as a person not to pretend he hasn't scrubbed himself clean and rubbed scented oils into his skin before coming to see proteus. days like this, where they get to just be together are few and far between, after all. responsibilities pile up and soon, sinbad will be venturing out on another voyage, which is easier to deal with now that they're no longer so freshly reunited and have managed to solve some underlying issues. sinbad can't be blamed for feeling a little eager.

❝ we've had the same idea. ❞ the words warrant a happy smile to bloom on his face. in a languid movement, sinbad easily drops on lounge seat. though his hair is clean and unbearably fluffy, making him look softer than usual, his shirt is held together by a measly tie that nearly pulls apart as he lies down. he seems to pay it no mind, however, his gaze focused on proteus. ❝ did you have a plan then? we've talked about making a trip to our old places... ❞ fingers smooth over the expanse of the seat, and the gaze he sends proteus is cheeky. ❝ unless you'd rather stay in? ❞

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👉👈 tlo/u ocs....

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“They call me Naksu, for wherever I go, heads fall to the ground. A beautiful name, is it not?”