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  • in a sky full of stars, i think i see you ; p

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    [glow=white,2,300]DIANA VICTORIA ARCHER[/glow]
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    you know i'm gonna find a way to let you have your way with me,


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 340px; bordercolor=transparent; background-position: center; font-size: 7pt; color: white; text-align: center; text-align: justify; width: 380px]diana hadn't known rowan for very long, but she had known him long enough to pick up on those little tells of his that signaled he was nervous or flustered. the stuttering, the reddening of the tips of his ears. she thought that the latter, the way his ears took a crimson hue, was cute. but sometimes when he stuttered around her, she became self conscious. she felt like she might have done something to accidentally upset him, or make him nervous.


    she didn't want him to be nervous around her. she wanted him to feel comfortable, not like he had to have any sort of guard up. sometimes, petey would get this way around people he didn't know. he, who was usually outgoing and sweet, became unnecessarily shy and clammed up. rowan didn't seem like the type of guy who was usually super outgoing, but he did have other layers to him than this outer shell of bashfulness. diana intended to figure him out, no matter how long it took. she could wait.


    so when he asked if she would, she shot him a warm, energetic smile. "yeah, definitely. i'd love to." the spark in her words was sincere. she really was excited to paint with him. "even if shiloh doesn't have everything, i brought some stuff from home." diana smiled sheepishly. she almost left it at home, but her mother had insisted she bring it. you keep calling it a feel-better camp, she would say, and you're not even bringing your feel-better stuff? so she ended up bringing it, and she couldn't be more thankful to have it than at this moment.


    "no problem." she tucked a piece of hair behind her hair as he thanked her, smiling lightly. he had no need to thank her - she was more than willing to spend time with him, whether they were painting or not. she nodded as he instructed her to give the horses their treats. "good idea." with one small smile, this one small but no less meaningful, diana stood and grabbed the treats for the horses, offering them to the animals. they seemed to enjoy them, eating them up quickly and causing diana to giggle quietly. once she and rowan were finished with their tasks, she maneuvered her way back onto her gargantuan horse and glanced over at her friend. "ready?"


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    you know i'm gonna find a time to catch your hand and make you stay.

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  • marching along the railroad tracks [softie's gallery]

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    don't post pls unless i love you c:


    index .


    1. blythe mirus
    2. diana archer
    3. tate andreas [coming soon]
    4. maddie whatevenwasherlastname [coming soon]
    5. delilah king [coming soon][/fancypost]

  • marching along the railroad tracks [softie's gallery]



    FULL NAME | blythe rosalie mirus
    NICKNAMES | none
    AGE | twenty-two
    DATE OF BIRTH | november seventeenth
    SEX | female
    SEXUALITY | pansexual
    FAMILY | mirus
    GUILD | the keep
    RANK | premier/guild overseer
    BRIEF PERSONALITY | blythe is pretty much chill and super sweet, and generally in a good mood. she’s mostly kind and gentle, but can be naive. her mother, a fiery woman from the lesair family, trained her super intensively in battle when she was younger, so basically blythe’s got a “sweet girl but can still kick your butt” type of thing going on. she’s creative and good with kids, though she doesn't get to exercise these skills as often as she'd like. she prefers order and planning to spontaneity and chaos. when things don't go according to plan, she tries her best to be flexible but oftentimes finds herself a little more stressed than she'd like to be. wip
    BRIEF HISTORY | blythe was born into a family of eight. two parents - clementius and cosette - and five older brothers - barin, benjamin & benton, beau, and boone - kept her company during her early years. cosette, a tiny fireball of a woman from the lesair family, began training blythe in battle skills at the age of five. between that and roughhousing with her brothers, she was well prepared in the art of self defense. soon after her fourteenth birthday, she was named heir of the mirus family. from then until the age of twenty one, she trained with the premier at the time, kendric, to lead group. kendric began losing his memory at fifty four and retired at fifty five, leaving blythe as the premier three months before her twenty second birthday. she has currently been premier for ten months.
    FAMILIAR | a melanistic jaguar named makani
    RELATIONSHIPS | blythe's best friend in the coven is undoubtedly keto kerberos, who she's known since her early youth. lucifer is another close friend. she could also consider mars a friend; blythe is constantly in awe of the novena premier and caught in the middle of mars' and keto's intense rivalry. she's acquainted with akaidio through the syndicate, as well as a few of the other premiers. fia is one member of the syndicate that she doesn't particularly gel with - the girl is too wild for her taste.
    THEME SONG | playlist here
    FACECLAIM | annasophia robb



    NAME | makani [mah-KAH-nee] [hawaiian name meaning "wind"]
    NICKNAMES | kani
    AGE | seven years
    SEX | male
    SPECIES | melanistic jaguar
    BRIEF PERSONALITY | basic traits: protective of his bby blythe, loyal, gentle (until provoked), stoic, stealthy, patient
    makani could easily be identified as the strong and silent type - he doesn't really make too much noise, but he can silence you with a glare if needed. he's very protective of blythe, he always has been, and that doesn't seem like it'll ever change. he can easily get jealous if he's not the main focus of her attention. kani is extremely loyal to blythe, and can be rather stubborn if other people try to boss him around. although sometimes, he can even be stubborn when blythe bosses him around. he's very patient and good with children - he doesn't mind if the toddlers crawl all over him, he'll just sit there and wait it out. makani is a gentle giant - until you get him mad. if you're really a threat, then you're as good as dead.
    BRIEF HISTORY | makani's significant history begins with his bonding with blythe. he was there upon her first steps into the sanctuary, waiting in the cool, clear waters. he was young then, just a cub. after bonding with his compeer, he was constantly at her side to glare at all who threatened her, and that remains the same to this day. he has also taken a liking to the young goats and sheep, and can often be seen hanging around their pen to make sure they're safe.
    [click for baby makani omggggg]



    [size=8]SCREEN NAME | softie
    NICKNAME | softie or kendall or kdog or whatever floats your goats i don't even care
    ACTIVITY | iffy until the summer
    ROLEPLAY SAMPLE |
    OTHER |

  • marching along the railroad tracks [softie's gallery]


    [glow=black,2,300]diana victoria archer[/glow]


    name | diana victoria archer
    nickname | di, though nobody really calls her this
    age | seventeen
    gender | female
    date of birth | december nineteenth
    place of birth | queens, new york
    sexuality | heterosexual
    reason for attending the ranch | post-traumatic stress disorder [ptsd]
    other | rusty & daisy


    [hr]
    [glow=black,2,300]the night was all you had,
    you ran into the night from all you had.
    found yourself a path upon the ground,
    you ran into the night; you can't be found.    [/glow]
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    appearance |
    ➳ eyes |
    diana's optics are a piercing jade, an electric emerald that, when she's happy, are alive with sparks of energy. they are framed by blonde butterfly lashes, which she feels she has to make more distinctive with pure black mascara. diana doesn't wear much eye makeup, just mascara and maybe some eyeliner every once in a while for special events. still, her eyes are a prominent feature, the result of her intoxicating gaze.
    ➳ hair |
    personally her most beloved physical feature, diana's hair is truly her pride and joy. it is a light golden blonde, natural in its color except for subtle honey highlights. it tumbles to the base of her shoulder blades in soft waves when she doesn't bother to style it. usually she will pin some back or straighten it and then put it up. she leaves curling it to special events. she takes good care of her hair, so split and dead ends are barely ever present.
    ➳ build |
    diana possesses a slender but fit build, much like that of a ballerina - which, coincidentally, she was for a number of years in her early youth. her hands are small, something that's always annoyed her. during the accident, the bones in diana's left wrist were smashed, but after six months of physical therapy, they've healed. she'll still feel pain every once in a while, though, if she strains it.
    ➳ skin |
    diana's mother takes her on occasional trips to california to see family, where she'll pick up a deep tan. though the intensity fades, she seems to be perennially sun-kissed. she still has a certain fair quality about her, but her tan is more dominant. diana's skin is smooth, free of blemishes except for a the scars on her left wrist and left shoulder she acquired from the accident.
    ➳ body modifications |
    diana's ears are each pierced twice on the lobe. she doesn't have any tattoos, and doesn't plan on getting any. she's had enough needles poked at her.
    face claim | gabriella wilde


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    [glow=black,2,300]this is your heart,
    can you feel it? can you feel it?
    pumps through your veins,
    can you feel it? can you feel it?    [/glow]
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    personality |
    ➳ uneasy
    diana didn't use to be this way - in fact, a year ago, she was one of the most laid-back people you'd ever meet. now, she tends to jump if you touch her and she doesn't expect it. sudden loud noises also solicit this reaction from her. this is just a symptom of ptsd, as are the nightmares she gets. she avoids or tries to avoid things that remind her of what happened, but if that's not possible, she becomes very uncomfortable. this creates an awkward atmosphere, for both her and those around her. she isn't like this all the time, though. there is a fun, joyful side to diana, and it's relatively easy to access - just don't mention car accidents.
    ➳ kind
    even now, diana is one to help out. she enjoys giving others a helping hand because it brings her joy, too. she's a good listener, someone ideal to go rant to. she doesn't like it when people are hurt, crying, etc. it bugs her, though it won't push her to cry as well. she's never been one to express her emotions.
    ➳ stubborn
    there is a sort of persistence in diana that she can't seem to shake. when she really wants to do something, there's no stoping her. if you try to sway her opinion on something, she won't budge. she just doesn't like being forced to do things. she believes she knows what's best and safest for her, so she will assert that if she really feels the need to. she does, of course, know when there's no use or when she needs to respect higher authorities.
    ➳ soft-spoken
    diana finds it easier to observe rather than give input a majority of the time. when she does speak, her voice is soft, serene. it's not completely inaudible, but it's not exactly booming either. she hates repeating herself, which, paired with the volume of her voice, creates a perfect storm. most of the time she isn't participating in a conversation, there's a large chance it's because she is afraid her input is unwanted. there's a reason, she will point out, that we have one mouth and two ears.
    likes |
    + being independent
    + reading
    + animals
    + warm weather
    + fruit
    + art
    dislikes |
    - snow
    - loud noises
    - heights
    - neapolitan ice cream
    - bridges


    [hr]
    [glow=black,2,300]the night was all you had,
    you ran into the night from all you had.
    found yourself a path upon the ground,
    you ran into the night; you can't be found.    [/glow]
    [hr]


    history | diana had a happy childhood, a normal one. she lived in a small neighborhood in queens, new york, with her mother, helena, her father, frank. at the age of four, it was announced that helena was pregnant yet again - this time with a boy. peter christos archer was born on january first, not long after diana's own fifth birthday. peter, or as everyone else called him, little pete, was born severely autistic. this didn't sway anybody's opinion of him - he was loved, and he loved back. petey and diana had a special bond, one that couldn't ever be broken. they fought, yes, but at the end of the day they loved each other. how ironic it is that it was diana who was the cause of little pete's death.


    diana was sixteen, and had just gotten her driver's license. after a whole year with her permit, she felt prepared to take on anything the road could throw at her. she was christmas shopping with petey when it began to snow. no problem, she had thought, she had driven through snow before. but the weather continued to get worse and worse, and soon it was an all-out snowstorm. the road, the cars, the air - everything was white. windshield wipers were useless. with everyone rushing to get home, the new york traffic was five times as bad. diana strained her eyes to see if the car in front of her had moved yet, as they were stuck on a bridge. petey sat quietly in the backseat, playing his gameboy. honks from behind her told her that it was time to go, that the car in front had moved. well, it had moved - to a different lane. there was still one more car in front of diana, but of course she didn't see it. she floored it, believing it to be a straight shot home, and slammed into the back of a van. with the roads frosted, the van and diana's compact car spun out of control, the van wiping out several other cars. diana's car flipped once - sending her left side through the windshield - and twice - killing little pete. it landed dangerously close to the end of the bridge - it had moved a couple feet over, diana would've fallen.


    now seventeen, people call her lucky, a miracle. she doesn't feel like she was lucky, or a miracle. she had caused a huge wreck, closing down the bridge and nearby roads, and worst of all killing her brother. the one person who loved her no matter what. he was gone, and she wasn't, and that wasn't fair. diana developed ptsd shortly after the accident, and became mostly antisocial. she avoided driving or being driven as much as possible. the fifteen minute ride to physical therapy every day was torture. it wasn't until five weeks ago, when she had a panic attack crossing the street, that her parents decided to take action.


    they had received a brochure in the mail for this place called carroway ranch, a place for teens who were either troubled or trouble. diana didn't want to go at first. i don't need to go to a feel-better camp. but her father had explained his case. diana needed some new friends, some new scenery, and some new time away from the little pete memorabilia. what better place than this? diana did agree to go, and so, here she is.


    [hr]
    [glow=black,2,300]this is your heart,
    can you feel it? can you feel it?
    pumps through your veins,
    can you feel it? can you feel it?    [/glow]
    [hr]



    horse | diana was assigned to atlas, a pure white spanish mustang stallion. atlas is strong, steady, and constant. everything that diana is not. he received his name from the greek myth - atlas held the sky on his shoulders, and didn't fall. he is supposed to help diana become the calm and confident girl she used to be.
    family |
    ➳ father | franklin ed archer
    ➳ mother | helena anne archer
    ➳ brother | peter christos archer
    closest friend | rowan o'connor
    infatuation | rowan o'connor
    boyfriend | none



    diana's fancy

  • ＯＬＹＭＰＩＡＮ ＨＩＬＬ [TEMPORARY SIGN-UPS HERE]

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    yay! i'm excited for you~
    <3
    i was super busy all day yesterday bc my group for my marketing project told me i needed a black and white outfit for our presentation tomorrow so i was shopping all day, and then like two hours ago they told me to wear something else bc we're ditching the black and white theme. T^T
    i'm working on a rowana reply now owo
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  • in a sky full of stars, i think i see you ; p

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    [glow=white,2,300]DIANA VICTORIA ARCHER[/glow]
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    you know i'm gonna find a way to let you have your way with me,


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 340px; bordercolor=transparent; background-position: center; font-size: 7pt; color: white; text-align: center; text-align: justify; width: 380px]there is was again, that dimple that every so often would peek out of rowan's cheek. diana really enjoyed seeing him like this, proud of himself, even if it was just for getting on his horse without difficulty. she was lost in her thoughts for a moment, a small, placid smile on face, but was called back to reality upon hearing her companion's voice.


    "hm? oh, yeah! yeah, i'm really excited." she laughed softly at herself for being so caught up in her own little world, taking a moment to ponder her answer a bit more. "i haven't been to a bonfire in forever." memories started flashing through her mind like rapid fire photographs, and a nostalgic smile crossed onto her lips. "the last bonfire i was at was... probably two years ago. i took my brother to one of his boy scout meetings, and they were having a huge bonfire."


    this was one of the rare times she was able to talk about petey. this was from a time way before the accident, what diana's therapist had termed the 'golden age.' "all the kids were roasting marshmallows and peter got one stuck in my hair on accident. he was waving his marshmallow roasting stick around because he was so excited about it and it got too close." this brought on a full wave of diana's melodic laughter, bubbling up from the happy memories as she remembered that day.


    "he thought that i was going to have to cut all my hair off, and he started crying." the golden-haired girl's smile finally faded with this, and she had to bite her lip from saying anything else. she hadn't even meant to bring up petey in the first place, but she supposed it hadn't gone too badly. she wasn't crying or having a panic attack, that was a good start.


    as they neared camp, diana could see shiloh and jack standing by the side of the mess hall. shiloh was waving at them, a huge smile on her face, while jack stood with arms crossed, stoic, though not mad. diana waved back at shiloh, addressing her once she was close enough. "hey, shiloh!" the counselor hurried over to meet the two. "hey, guys, you're just in time. the boys and the girls are going back to the cabins, we're doing some trust building exercises. we're going to get all of us back together at the bonfire. sound good?" diana nodded, offering a small smile. "awesome. go ahead and put the horses up, i'll see you there!" shiloh bounced off, heading towards the girls' cabins.


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    you know i'm gonna find a time to catch your hand and make you stay.

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  • THE WORDSMITHS | OPEN

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    omg, i hate it when christians do that. i'm a christian (presbyterian), but i support gay rights/equality, and i'd never say that stuff. that's just horrible. a lot of christians seem to conveniently forget about all the verses telling you to love everyone. i can't believe your teacher wouldn't let you switch groups, that's insane. maybe if you take this to the administration, they could do something?
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  • in a sky full of stars, i think i see you ; p

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    [glow=white,2,300]DIANA VICTORIA ARCHER[/glow]
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    you know i'm gonna find a way to let you have your way with me,


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 340px; bordercolor=transparent; background-position: center; font-size: 7pt; color: white; text-align: center; text-align: justify; width: 380px]diana was just finishing up feeding and grooming atlas when rowan's voice drifted past her ears. putting up the brush she had been using, diana turned to face her friend. she shot him a small smile in reply to his comment. "me too." the seventeen year old absentmindedly tucked a piece of her golden locks behind her ear.


    "there was an extra bottle of lemonade left over." her smile grew as she saw the lemonade held out to her. rowan could have easily kept this for himself and she never would have even known. if he didn't want it he could've thrown it out or given it back to shiloh or jack, or given it to one of the other campers. but he didn't - he saved it for her, and made an effort to give it to her. just like remembering her name from the first night, this was a small action, but it meant the world to her.


    "thanks." she took it from him, and the slight brush of their fingers sent warmth creeping slowly up her arm. she didn't hesitate before pulling him into a hug. she wrapped her arms around his middle, squeezing once. it was just a quick 'thank you' sort of hug, but as diana pulled away, her cheeks were dusted pink. she couldn't help it - she was starting to like rowan a bit more than she had originally thought. she pulled away, gave him a slight wave, and with that, she was off. as she walked, she hid her growing smile from those who passed her.


    back at the cabin, shiloh had arranged the girls into pairs. diana was partnered with a tall, pretty, blonde girl named sage. she decided that she like sage from the beginning of the exercise - she was the type of girl who talked enough to fill any awkward silences, but not too much so that it got on your nerves. she seemed like a person who'd be super popular at school, with tons of friends, but not one that is mean or annoying. shiloh instructed sage to be blindfolded first, so after the blindfold was securely in place over sage's eyes, diana began to softly call out instructions to her.


    "um, there's a step there, go down... turn left... another two steps...." and so on. as they neared the ending point, diana supposed that it had gone pretty well, give or take a couple steps. and then it was her turn to be blindfolded. she followed sage's instructions well, being extra cautious in areas she remembered were tricky. she stumbled a few times, but she considered those to be mistakes on her part.


    after everyone had finished, the girls regrouped on the porch and sat in a circle. diana moved over by sage, shooting her new friend a small smile as she sat down. shiloh began speaking once all the girls were settled. "alright guys, we're going to try and finish this up quickly because the boys have already been at the bonfire for, like, ten minutes. how did you guys feel being the one leading? sage?" the counselor listened intently to sage's response before moving on to another girl "haven?" shiloh addressed one of the quieter girls, one of her and diana's roommates. haven kept her eyes trained on the ground as she spoke. "um... i didn't want to make her fall."


    shiloh nodded. "right! we don't want to be the cause of someone falling, so we have to do our best with directions and trust them to follow them." she glanced around the circle for a moment. "diana, what do you think about being the one blindfolded?" diana paused for a moment, thinking before she spoke. "you have to be aware of your surroundings without seeing them, and that's pretty much impossible without the help of your partner." shiloh smiled widely at the group. "yes, exactly! you have to trust each other in order to succeed. everyone got that?" a few murmurs rose from the group. "awesome, now go have some fun at the bonfire!"


    with that, shiloh and some of the other girls raced down to the bonfire to meet the boys. diana ran inside the cabin to grab a thin jacket, since it was darker now and colder than the daytime. she walked over from the girls cabin with slight hesitation. shiloh and jack were nowhere to be seen, but she figured they had administrative stuff to take care of while everyone was occupied. as she approached, she could see a group of kids gathered around what seemed to be a cooler. are they handing out - oh. upon getting closer, diana could clearly see the alcoholic beverages being pulled out of the cooler.


    she decided to stay away from those. she knew about the uncountable numbers of car accidents that happened as a result of drunk driving, and even though nobody here would be driving anywhere, the link to a car crash was enough to keep her away. she hadn't seen rowan yet, with the big knot of kids and all. the golden-haired girl sat down on one of the logs surrounding the bonfire, picking at her sleeve absentmindedly.


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    you know i'm gonna find a time to catch your hand and make you stay.

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  • in a sky full of stars, i think i see you ; p

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    [glow=white,2,300]DIANA VICTORIA ARCHER[/glow]
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    you know i'm gonna find a way to let you have your way with me,


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 340px; bordercolor=transparent; background-position: center; font-size: 7pt; color: white; text-align: center; text-align: justify; width: 380px]when diana heard her name being called, at first she didn't even recognize the voice. she could only validate the fact that it was rowan when she glanced over at the direction from which the voice came. there he was, sitting on a blanket by the edge of the lake and waving at her. she had never heard him speak at that volume - not that he was extremely loud, but he did just yell over to her. she smiled slightly and waved back before heading over to join him.


    when she got there, she spotted the bottle of beer in his hand, which would explain his current behavior. an amused smile crossed her lips as she sat down, wondering how many he's had already. "hey there." he couldn't have had more than one, she thought, he hadn't been here long enough. he certainly didn't seem extremely drunk - not yet. diana had no knowledge of whether or not rowan knew how to handle himself with alcohol or if he'd ever experienced it before, so she figured she'd better keep an eye on him.


    before the accident, she was the type of person who would go out with her friends every friday night, and if those outings included alcohol, she'd participate. she was always careful to moderate herself in those times; it didn't take much to get her drunk. so she knew how to keep rowan out of trouble tonight, and maybe help him tomorrow if he wanted her to. hopefully jack and shiloh wouldn't catch on to what was going on - who knows how they'd react.


    "our group exercise was alright. it was kind of scary, though. i didn't want to trip or make my partner trip." she answered his question with thought, but her mind was also occupied with analyzing the shift in rowan's disposition. he wasn't stuttering like before, and his words seemed to be covered in a layer of confidence that diana hadn't seen in the past times they had spoken. it was nice to see this sort of change in him, even if it was caused by alcohol. she'd just have to make sure it it didn't get out of control.


    when rowan asked her if she wanted a drink, she shook her head. "no, thanks, i'm fine. i still have that lemonade you gave me, remember?" it was sitting in her room, and she figured if she really wanted something to drink, she could go get it. she turned her jade gaze to the lake, taking in the view of the darkening sky, the stars beginning to glisten, the sun finally set.


    "it's really pretty out here." she didn't have places like this back in new york - places where the nighttime was just as beautiful as the day. queens at night was sketchy, to say the least. she wasn't sure if rowan would remember the scenery tomorrow morning. maybe just disconnected fragments, or details without the big picture. well... if he doesn't, i can paint it for him.


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    you know i'm gonna find a time to catch your hand and make you stay.

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  • tsc families | private

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    track<3
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  • PRIVATE WORDSMITH CHATTING

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    aW MARSYYYYY<333
    THAT'S SO SWEET
    CONGRATULATIONS BB
    I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU
    BABIES ARE GREAT
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  • YOU'RE NEVER GOING TO FIT IN MUCH KID [open ; unlimited spots !]

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    fiiiiinally finished astrid's form [clicky], so she's good to be added to the character list. <3


    also, in her form i talk about her mom owning a flower shop here. if you want to add that to the list of locations, [here] is a picture. c: the shop is called daisy chains.
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  • THE WORDSMITHS | OPEN

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    i'm definitely with lion and octi ^^


    Lion i finally figured out blythe's middle name, it's rosalie c:
    i also changed her fc to annasophia robb bc emily kinney had almost no gifs of her not covered in blood
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  • THE WORDSMITHS | OPEN

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    yessss do a join.me i will join you
    omg ikr she's so great~
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