Posts by Wildestdreams

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  • but we don't feel like outsiders at all | open

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; line-height: 1.20;][i]pressure overwhelming, next minute, i am turning out of the door
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    She wasn't around much anymore, evidently. It wasn't like she really needed to be, either— she wasn't a nurse anymore, so she could just simply exist, as miserable as it got at times. But it wasn't as if being demoted had really been a good thing, either— of course, yes, her anxiety worsened even more post the announcement. But at least she didn't have to try to pretend that all she wanted to do was not hide all the time anymore. Though, it was probably pretty obvious that she hadn't wanted it in the first place.


    She had slipped quietly out of her little living space. She was generally pretty unnoticed with it— of course, she had to get food every once in a while, though she was rather thin— more than before —due to her lack of interest in getting up. But hey, she was alive. How fabulous. Paint was an issue, definitely, so here she was to get more— and then she decided, for once, she could spend time in the sunshine.


    Her paintbrush was balanced in between her jaws expertly as if she'd done this longer than she had even been alive (which she technically had), and wish that, blue paint began to form swirling lines across the walls of a building to form an ocean. She didn't know why she picked the ocean. It was vast and overwhelming, yet she felt some odd sort of longing for it.

  • the wrecking balls inside my brain | joining

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; line-height: 1.20;]pressure overwhelming, next minute, i am turning out of the door
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    She didn't even bother saying goodbye to anyone in ColouredClan. It wasn't like she ever really fit in there, and she knew exactly what they'd all be saying (rather, thinking) if she announced she was leaving: [i]"Typical Cecilia."     The thought made her shrink into herself. She really didn't enjoy thinking about it. Kestrelflight was disappointed in her still, after she promised she'd try harder, and she didn't even know where she stood with Lucy. She...did have some issues leaving Charcoal and Lucidreverie, though they hadn't been close. But they had been kind to her.


    But she'd much rather fade into the background there. She needed to go somewhere else, and though she oddly gravitated toward SunClan at first, they were bitter enemies with her former alliance. And running into former clanmates as an enemy was a confrontation she did not want to be a part of. So, she just picked a radom neutral— the Ivory Tower —and hoped it would work out. So now, the glass-boned female was on the border, paws shuffling with anxiety, but her face kept neutral.

  • storage

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 15pt; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-bottom: -15px;]but she wouldn't win this fight.[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 360px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7pt;][b]cecilia praelium-grimm     is a member of the ivory tower, though is a former nurse of colouredclan. she is single and panromantic, aging about 8 months old. she has severe anxiety and is known to be bravery obsessed and bittersweet. she is a reincarnation of swanlake, a former sunclan physician.

  • the wrecking balls inside my brain | joining

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; line-height: 1.20;][i]pressure overwhelming, next minute, i am turning out of the door
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    She instantly recognized this female as a mute, strangly enough, and her pale, ghostly blue eyes immediately picked up the small signs— the shaky smile, hesitation, and slightly wide eyes. Definitely some form of anxiety, which she could definitely relate to. In fact, Cece would be cowering if it weren't for the fact she saw nothing threatening about the Necromancer, despite the large size difference between her and the cheetah. That made her crinkle her nose slightly and momentarily. She hated feeling as little as she was. It made it hard to be brave.


    Eyes quickly scanning the note (she read a lot in past time, seeing as she was usually locked in a room by herself), she tried a faint smile to reassure the paranoid wildcat, which seemed much too forced and unnatural on her face, so it dropped quickly. "C-C-Cecilia Praelium-G-Grimm. Here to j-join," she said, her ever-present stutter affecting her speech greatly.

  • but she wouldn't win this fight | plot with cece

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    so i moved a character here and i just wanna get started with playing her so here we goooo!!
    basic personality is just extremely anxious. she's antisocial and hides a lot, is really into the arts (predominantly painting), but is very blunt and cynical and doesn't easily trust people. she has suicidal tendencies as well.


    she's open to a lot, so just ask :')

  • the wrecking balls inside my brain | joining

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; line-height: 1.20;][i]pressure overwhelming, next minute, i am turning out of the door
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    The next thing that happened caused her to stumbled backwards, still unable to respond to the few people that droned their simple welcomes, inhaling deeply as the pillars rose and the branches fell. Of course, she ducked, covering her head with her paws as if to preserve it from being knocked right off, but then again, it wasn't so bad if it did. But the tails knocked them out of the way. Apparently, she was still alive, then. She felt neutral on that fact. Breathlessly, her chest aching as she mentally prayed not to have a breakdown, pale eyes turning toward everyone and just nodding as she rose.


    After a few moments, her voice finally returned to her, turning toward the babbling member that had greeted her and ducking her head. She couldn't respond to all of that. It was much too cheerful. She just croaked out a, "....Um...Th-Th-Thank you, really, b-but...can s-someone d-d-direct me s-somewhere quiet?" She needed it. Badly.

  • YOU DON'T KNOW ME } open + joining

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; line-height: 1.20;][i]pressure overwhelming, next minute, i am turning out of the door
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    She could definitely relate to wanting to leave the Exiles. She'd only lived there for about three months of her life before heading to ColouredClan, and then to the Ivory Tower, and she was sure that it was some source of her anxiety. Being the child of Finnishwars didn't help much either, though she doubted he even knew who she was. He wasn't much of a father.


    Drifting over, hanging a bit back just in case she needed to run (though she doubted it, but the Exiles scent was in the air and she had to stay careful), nodding slowly and saying a soft, "W-W-Welcome to th-th-the I-Ivory Tower. I-I'm C-Cecilia."

  • RAISED ON BIGGIE AND NIRVANA Δ JOINING

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 475px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -2px; font-size: 16.5pt; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black; color: #8D8EC2;][i][b]you were dancing in your tubesocks in your hotel room[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 475px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 99%;]Δ In some bout of teenage recklessness, she found her paws standing on the invisible edge she knew, by instinct, divided the vast wastelands that the loners dwelled in and the forgotten, overgrow city that was ColouredClan. She wasn't going to lie, the trip was definitely harsh on her overly sensitive brain, jumping at every little sound and hiding childishly in the dark. Oh, how so typical of her character— once a coward, always a coward, it seemed.


    Yet, she didn't find herself entirely nervous as she stood on the border. Sure, her stomach was still fluttering in a not-so-pleasant way as it almost always did, like the feel before you fell from a high place and knew the unavoidable death that soon would come. But...her memories here weren't entirely horrible. Sure, she had gotten demoted. Sure, she'd almost killed herself on multiple occasions...okay. So her memories weren't great. But, it seemed she was improving. Somewhat.


    Her blue eyes, that always seemed watery, gazed at the skyline, wondering if this was a good idea or not.[/fancypost]