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gwxndy:

g w e n  s t a c y 

                                        —i know what this is. 
Independent Gwen Stacy of Marvel’s The Amazing Spider-Man.
Serious role play blog (with the exception of extended humor via partners).
8+ years of role playing experience.
Open to any and all fandoms/OC friendly ( only picky on occasion).
Single ship.
Open to plotting/spontaneous starters.
Willing to hand out skype after being asked.
One-liners, script, para, novella.
All are welcome for interaction.
A simple reminder: always have fun.

gwxndy:

g w e n  s t a c y 

                                        —i know what this is. 

  • Independent Gwen Stacy of Marvel’s The Amazing Spider-Man.
  • Serious role play blog (with the exception of extended humor via partners).
  • 8+ years of role playing experience.
  • Open to any and all fandoms/OC friendly ( only picky on occasion).
  • Single ship.
  • Open to plotting/spontaneous starters.
  • Willing to hand out skype after being asked.
  • One-liners, script, para, novella.
  • All are welcome for interaction.
  • A simple reminder: always have fun.



"Sister... today I had a thought." A pause then-- a relapse of past events, a memoir to be bare. "What if I had never met you?"

          And the thought strikes her as well, contemplative registry seizing her and sending her into a limbo of heart-wrenching consideration. For years she had adjusted to the everlasting, steadfast will of the Kuchiki. The way that they were alike in many ways, the way that eyes were dim with vivacity——warred by the perpetuity of life’s hardships and trials and tribulation. They’d been through their fair share of wars and battles together, but even their small moments of amusement. The gentle smiles and the quiet laughter. It all blossomed midst mentioned contemplation and a myriad of memories. A recollection of what felt like centuries.

          The bond and the blood, the kinship and the tireless charge that has become these two. It was inseparable at this point, regardless of how little they spoke to one another. They were of silence, embraced by stoic personalities that drove their steel dispositions. Of beauty and of ice, yet warm by innermost means.

                                                                    Valiant and noble.
                                  This bond is thicker——more powerful——than blood.

          But the distaste of such a thought is apparent and alive in oceanus oculi, the way that alabaster countenance stiffens—a complexion twisted by dismay—is only a sign of how she holds no favor of these thoughts. This man is her brother. Though he be not of blood, he is her own. It is of the soul, of the spirit of the warrior that holds them together.

          The sun could not burn their hold, the moon could not drive them away by its beauty, the earth could not erupt in hell’s fury and force them apart. And so she begins to speak, but her words are of the truth. A realist, is she. The Savior jaded by the events she currently undergoes, events that the other knows well of in her moments of hushed vent.

          “Things would’ve stayed the same prior to us meeting—you know that as well as I do.” But there is a warmth that flows from that tongue, from firmed articulation. It is hushed and nearly inaudible. Though it is quietly proclaimed, it is no less true. There is no time for secrets between these siblings that have known each other from what feels like the beginning of all.

          Let it be known that she holds the highest of regard to him. The highest respect. The highest gratitude.
                  “—I doubt I would’ve met anyone that understands me the way you do, though.”

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Nickelback  Lullaby






gwxndy:

g w e n  s t a c y 

                                        —i know what this is. 
Independent Gwen Stacy of Marvel’s The Amazing Spider-Man.
Serious role play blog (with the exception of extended humor via partners).
8+ years of role playing experience.
Open to any and all fandoms/OC friendly ( only picky on occasion).
Single ship.
Open to plotting/spontaneous starters.
Willing to hand out skype after being asked.
One-liners, script, para, novella.
All are welcome for interaction.
A simple reminder: always have fun.

gwxndy:

g w e n  s t a c y 

                                        —i know what this is. 

  • Independent Gwen Stacy of Marvel’s The Amazing Spider-Man.
  • Serious role play blog (with the exception of extended humor via partners).
  • 8+ years of role playing experience.
  • Open to any and all fandoms/OC friendly ( only picky on occasion).
  • Single ship.
  • Open to plotting/spontaneous starters.
  • Willing to hand out skype after being asked.
  • One-liners, script, para, novella.
  • All are welcome for interaction.
  • A simple reminder: always have fun.



abrideoffire:

it’s been a really long time since i’ve done one of these, and i’ve reached plenty of milestones since the last one— so this is extremely overdue, and i finally found the time to gather up my list! as some of you might know, i’ve recently started a new job and it’s been eating away at me bit by bit. i don’t really have the time to be as active as i used to be, and i don’t have the energy that i once had before. and still you frick fracks keep coming to me and i just want to hoard you all and sit on you like a mother dragon. 
little appreciation post for my beautiful followers who i just love and adore, because i can’t ever stress enough how much the lot of you mean to me. 
i might miss a person or two because these are going to come from the top of my head, but it doesn’t mean i don’t appreciate you any less. just means i’m lazy and tired and i’m following over 1000 blogs and i refuse to go through those pages.
[ QUEEN’S HOUSEHOLD ] ;
my clique. my ride or die’s, the people i adore with every bit of my being. above everything else, they are my best friends; each and every single one of them. blogs that i would recommend in a heartbeat, people that i’ve gotten to know and have grown very attached to. they are all my little dragonlings.

tormentinhonor  maimedlion wolfwithoutabite illbeyouryoda sacularius faeinthegardens primapariah centricism asceticvalor decoris-onos assilat-vojjor sigyn-goddess-of-constancy tullyhaired dethri arielshepard auspicis soeuratous myturntocarve deadringxr atrocisvixen calis-vol salutificator

[ QUEEN’S ARMY ] ;
some lovely blogs whom i admire from this little corner of mine, some which i’ve gotten to play with and others that i haven’t but really want to. all which should be checked out because they are 100% khaleesi approved.

whatamianun kovotojas thedarknesstohislight feathersofsilver illepidam glaresandscruff coyotedame cdwalker seriouslybarbie barbiefangs uley—omega keepsmeawake stilinskiscreams goxgleit youmakemenauxious heiressofdorne silkssongsandchivalry achromaticxcheria queenxcersei kunshu vvulfric knightwithoutbanner l-ygi sapphiremaiden goldenjackson xinei fangedbarbie bansheewhispers sxvedbythewolf laheytowin revivxl xlitigo puristmalfoy thekeybladehero allisonbreathe succubusxvenom malevolentqueen incendivity hyetalrunic thegraveheart barbiefangs regaliis

abrideoffire:

it’s been a really long time since i’ve done one of these, and i’ve reached plenty of milestones since the last one— so this is extremely overdue, and i finally found the time to gather up my list! as some of you might know, i’ve recently started a new job and it’s been eating away at me bit by bit. i don’t really have the time to be as active as i used to be, and i don’t have the energy that i once had before. and still you frick fracks keep coming to me and i just want to hoard you all and sit on you like a mother dragon. 

little appreciation post for my beautiful followers who i just love and adore, because i can’t ever stress enough how much the lot of you mean to me. 

i might miss a person or two because these are going to come from the top of my head, but it doesn’t mean i don’t appreciate you any less. just means i’m lazy and tired and i’m following over 1000 blogs and i refuse to go through those pages.

[ QUEEN’S HOUSEHOLD ] ;

my clique. my ride or die’s, the people i adore with every bit of my being. above everything else, they are my best friends; each and every single one of them. blogs that i would recommend in a heartbeat, people that i’ve gotten to know and have grown very attached to. they are all my little dragonlings.

tormentinhonor  maimedlion wolfwithoutabite illbeyouryoda sacularius faeinthegardens primapariah centricism asceticvalor decoris-onos assilat-vojjor sigyn-goddess-of-constancy tullyhaired dethri arielshepard auspicis soeuratous myturntocarve deadringxr atrocisvixen calis-vol salutificator

[ QUEEN’S ARMY ] ;

some lovely blogs whom i admire from this little corner of mine, some which i’ve gotten to play with and others that i haven’t but really want to. all which should be checked out because they are 100% khaleesi approved.

whatamianun kovotojas thedarknesstohislight feathersofsilver illepidam glaresandscruff coyotedame cdwalker seriouslybarbie barbiefangs uley—omega keepsmeawake stilinskiscreams goxgleit youmakemenauxious heiressofdorne silkssongsandchivalry achromaticxcheria queenxcersei kunshu vvulfric knightwithoutbanner l-ygi sapphiremaiden goldenjackson xinei fangedbarbie bansheewhispers sxvedbythewolf laheytowin revivxl xlitigo puristmalfoy thekeybladehero allisonbreathe succubusxvenom malevolentqueen incendivity hyetalrunic thegraveheart barbiefangs regaliis




dannyloveshisarmani:

                                    Cause we’re all just kids
                                    Who grew up way too fast
                                    Yeah the good die young
                                    But the great will a l w a y s  last
                                    We’re growing older
                                    But we’re all s o l d i e r s tonight




lilithcanfuckingblowme:


           The vampire waits until his only company is the gentle breeze and the
           stench of the foul deceased mutt. The body is barely mangled with only
           two clear puncture wounds to it’s neck.
           Lurching forward, he stops just a single step away from where he discarded 
           the body. A roar, erupts from his throat, bellowing from within his middle.
           He’s pissed.
                                 Frustrated.
                                                     Angry.
                   Annoyed.
                                    Worked-up.

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                   The sound of bones cracking, breaking, and ripping apart
                   Is only the first of what the vampire has in store.

               There is no rhyme or reason for what she knows is occurring——she
          feels it in her bones, when knees creak internally or elbows whine silently.
          She is not a fool. But it matters not in the long haul. So lateral appendage
          motions in a flanking flick, unhinging a damaged pauldron over a left hombre.
          Tufts of thin roseate ripple and flicker at the caked blood being pulled at
          around the wound after having stuck to the profound and defined leather.
          A small scoff, but she finally pulls the pauldron from the ebon singlet’s peak.
          Mauled and practically caved, it is set aside at the edge of the vampire’s desk.

               The halved cape that usually kissed at the small of her back is now limp,
          having lost half of its support, and now tickling at the back of her thigh. A
          spine is exposed, the straps of her armor being all that adorn porcelain
          flesh marred here and there by various scars of war. But even so, she
          won’t wait on him. So she wades onward toward the shelves of books
          and all the like galore before finding a dusted first aid kit. No doubt
          unnecessary within the midst of immortal bounds. But she uses a single
          lateral to free it from its mount and drop it onto the desk. Aforementioned
          appendage whisks over the top of the case, ridding it of the sands of time.

               Once it’s opened, the antiseptic is taken hold of. With a pad provided,
          having spread the liquid across it, she lifts it to the wound. A crown of
          roseate magistrate teeters a bit, eyes closing in some form of content at
          the sting. The medicine is still useful as it is swiped along marred flesh. 




lilithcanfuckingblowme:


                He still hands on by a single pinch of his hand to the freshly deceased
                before him. Overkill one would describe it but no one and nothing hurts
                the few chosen. A fit of gentle rage overcomes and as the viking’s nostrils
                flare into the darkness his arm stretches out, hand flinging the body in hand.

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                    ❝ Go back to the club. I’ll take care of it. ❞ 
 

               Orders are never a desire after resignation of the military, but
          within this realm her abilities as a medic are disrupted by an
          overpowering resplendence of light—source, unknown. Scars,
          however, have ne’er bothered her in the slightest. For a soldier
          accepts the likeness of what is and what isn’t, what has been and
          what will be. Ignorance is not in her veins, thus leading to the
          sudden acceleration wayward. Militaristic physique renders into a
          crimson photon flurry, the pocket of space consuming her and casting
          her onward. Form rebuilds itself by instantaneous means at the
          entrance of Fangtasia, a free appendage vaulting open the door and
          striding inward. Hisses and ejection of fangs alike are directed her
          way, but they’re ignored all the same. The bartender, having grown
          fond of the savior’s presence, motions to her in worry only for this
          ex-sergeant to rightfully deny her plea of entail.

                And to his office does she stride, finding refuge here where she
          would no doubt meet him—what with his own abilities.




lilithcanfuckingblowme:

          ❝ I don’t care. ❞ 

                He smelt her blood. Rich, thick, crimson — though it was
                hardly a scrape the vampire was sent into a frenzy.
                      N o t h i n g harms her.

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               A lateral appendage lifts to cross over one’s own torso where
          a palm would probe and apply pressure into a wound deeper than
          previously thought. Three lacerations—but the source of such was
          forced into the abyss of nothingness by the beast that stood before
          her. So her spine is turned to him, crimson consistency caked around
          slender extremities in their hold.

                   “Tch.”




eclairium:

9 / ♦ portraits of Lightning

eclairium:

9 /  portraits of Lightning



lilithcanfuckingblowme:

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           ❝ —- Don’t… ❞ 

          “You think I can’t handle myself? I don’t need you stepping in.”










          “What a damn day.”