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  • because new year new storage, yeah? vfvfvfrs gonna have to think some stuff out for the newest character and get their stuff settled once i think it over some more

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  • probably will end up in the exiles just to see what they're like. they're curious to know if they're as vicious and cruel as others say, but hygge doesn't hold high hops for the future interaction.

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    hewwo, hewwo

    i luv you and all of your wonder characters <33

    finally decided that i'll go with the name burningbibles. cast out of heaven and uses it/its pronouns, doesn't understand the concept of gender and thinks it to be odd. i shouldn't be laughing but it will call itself "bill" for short since burningbibles is quite a mouthful. or someone else can give it a nickname and it'll stick with that. it really doesn't... understand mortals? so now that its been yeeted out of heaven, it has to learn how to defend and adapt to its new surroundings. it will eventually change its name to something simpler, more on the lines of a latin word for a name, and may decide if it wants to stay gender neutral or give masculine or feminine pronouns a shot.


    this?? will be an interesting play to watch unfold.

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  • Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar. The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way. When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane.


    Pityful a rethoric question ran over her cheek, then she continued her way. On her way she met a copy. The copy warned the Little Blind Text, that where it came from it would have been rewritten a thousand times and everything that was left from its origin would be the word "and" and the Little Blind Text should turn around and return to its own, safe country. But nothing the copy said could convince her and so it didn’t take long until a few insidious Copy Writers ambushed her, made her drunk with Longe and Parole and dragged her into their agency, where they abused her for their projects again and again. And if she hasn’t been rewritten, then they are still using her. Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar.


    The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way. When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the sublime of her own road, the Line Lane. Pitiful a rhetoric question ran over her cheek, then she continued her way. On her way she met a copy. The copy warned the Little Blind Text, that where it came from it would have been rewritten a thousand times and everything that was left from its origin would be the word "and" and the Little Blind Text should turn around and return to its own, safe country. But nothing the copy said could convince her and so it didn’t take long until a few insidious Copy Writers ambushed her, made her drunk with Longe and Parole and dragged her into their agency, where they abused her for their projects again and again. And if she hasn’t been rewritten, then they are still using her.Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth.

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  • how tragic it was to fall from angelic grace. of pure and pristine walls and ivory columns that were so cold yet held solace in the littlest cracks and crevices. a pretty paradise for souls of good deeds and welcomed heroes that came to rest for eternity in blissful happiness. hear sweet hums of hallelujahs and blinded by radiant smiles all too sickeningly sweet, too beautiful, too perfect. yet, it all made sense at some point in time, no matter how long it dragged out. dared not to utter a breath that held blasphemy on tip of tongue and grew looser and looser each passing day, until it slipped out.


    forthright and curious of functions of questionable standards and actions performed which had heaven rear its beatific head, bared ugly fangs and spat poison while shrieking in unadulterated fury at queries deemed abhorrent. foolish mistake realized too late once opulent entities of regal presence and sophisticated articulation dragged it out of pearly gates. holy faces once delicate and lovely had twisted in utter disdain and lips curled up in disgust before settling back to regal composition, tossing out the pronounced sinner to the cruel world below.


    the fall had not been pleasant in the least.


    a shooting star across the dark night towards the depths of heavy forestry below. horrifying. stomach flipping, bile rising, heart stopping type of horrifying. wild yelling in sensitive ears while pale lips parted in a silent scream, tears stream plentifully and sparkled in the moonlight as they fly away. a deep, throbbing ache pulsed throughout its body as marvelous wings burn, burn, burn. burn until nothing is left but scorched scars where they once sat; a woeful story of divinity lost.


    thick and sturdy tree limbs bruised and battered the being as it ungracefully smashed and collided all the way down, leaving shallow cuts and sore bones in its wake. there is no beauty in the fall. a light thud was all to signal the moment it had finally, finally, came into contact with cold grass below, but it doesn’t lessen the pain. the heartache. the regret. soft wheezes filter through scarcely parted and cracked lips, fatigued body trembling as it brought itself onto unsteady legs.


    head thick and vision blurry, it stumbled forward blindly, knowing all too well the worst is yet to come. but there is no other choice than to move forward. staggering steps and faint breathes add to the melodic symphony of the darkened woods, slowly and surely becoming more confident in each second passing. despite flaring pain it kept its head up, pale figure luminous among overgrowth and gentle beams of moonlight filtering in compliment it.


    it didn’t help when the being arrived at the deserted temple, seemingly to be an angel who descended down, ready to speak news of good or bad; or a ghost that seemed so real yet so distant at the same, awaiting to share its melancholy tale of sorrow with those willing to listen.


    so there it stood.


    a sublime entity who bared tiny cuts and carried aching bones, eyes of frozen lakes far too cold for those of weak wills and fragile hearts to withstand, weariness worn so well. head tilted back to gaze at ebony sky dotted with steady blips of vibrant white dots as far as the eye can see and sooty eyelashes flutter close for a moment.


    the stars glittered so bitter and cruel tonight.

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  • once bright and twinkling stars are what fall from the heavens.


    it's an oddity to witness of another who contained no semblance to mortal kind. a boy born of fragile opalescent wings and death's chilled breath, darkened rubies for eyes and jovial smile so warm and inviting. in a split second, when ice and fire meet, there are unspoken voices of shared understanding in bottled emotions. brought forth a bittersweet smile across sharp features and hushed laugh of wind chimes singing sweet melodies from summer's cool breath. assurance that salty tears may trickle out in their own accord and so they did.


    constellations formed on dark eyelashes

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  • existence. power. death. rebirth.


    all are familiar for the being who had been created the moment god proclaimed, ”and let there be light.” universe so vast and empty now filled by sentient cosmic light who dared to fill in space. crafted ivory pillars and delightful paradise as home for first children within existence. beaming pearl teeth and shining angelic bodies all too eager to praise almighty’s name in harmonious hymns. once peaceful and balanced before mankind had been birthed into still vacant space and seething jealousy of brilliant morning star targeted toward creator’s fragile mortal children. fruit of knowledge bitten and harsh punishment handed in tow. saw as brother harmed brother, blood spilled blood, and corruption seeped deep within pure soil.


    it had witnessed countless rise and falls of nations, of innocents slaughtered and grinning murderers, tongues so loose they speak treachery. chilled breath of death known too well as it reapered souls and delivered everyone to their destination accordingly. madness. it’s madness but such is the cycle it had come to learn. no matter what happened the cycle stays true on its path. unwavering and unyielding. just as life is given, it’s to be taken. no one, no thing, lives forever. equilibrium wins in the bitter end.


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  • cfdvdf ily2 bitch


    decided to put hygge and salvus on a small hiatus. will put more focus on modernlove and burningbibles


    might make,,, a new character because what is self control?


    edit: tiME FOR PINTEREST FOR INSPIRATION

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  • a new vampire?? or perhaps a warlord?


    ooo, now that i think about it i never really. got to play a "villian" type of character. sure, a lot of them had questionable morals, but they weren't down right wicked. they'd believe in brute force and inner strength. someone who'd butthead with others a lot

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  • biIITCH

    i already have an idea of their backstory and it's good. all i have to do is think up of a name and get the tags done

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  • quick notes:


    druxy

    — son of a priest and poor woman

    — beggar boy turned barbaric warlord

    — bitter™

    — from another universe; died and rebirthed here

    — red and green scheme

    — battle scarred domestic feline

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  • i definitely will ;0 though, druxy is probably chaotic neutral now that im thinking out his backstory. will start out in the exiles first then move from there

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