that was super cool to read! thanks so much for writing that~ 
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TOPIC | Give me a dragon, I'll give you [HIATUS]
@somnambulist
For Louisa:
Gild me with the relics of your past. I draw upon the desert reaches; I thrum with the coming of autumn. To you, I call the vultures; coyote-clever, wind in plain sight into the passageways left by time. Hang the trappings in the trees, the copper chimes, the rusted emblems, guard against the vicious spring, peer into muddied water and find that far-sight suits you best. Only in adverse climes may I dazzle. Shade your eyes, and watch the eclipse burn.
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@somnambulist
For Louisa:
Gild me with the relics of your past. I draw upon the desert reaches; I thrum with the coming of autumn. To you, I call the vultures; coyote-clever, wind in plain sight into the passageways left by time. Hang the trappings in the trees, the copper chimes, the rusted emblems, guard against the vicious spring, peer into muddied water and find that far-sight suits you best. Only in adverse climes may I dazzle. Shade your eyes, and watch the eclipse burn.
For Louisa:
Gild me with the relics of your past. I draw upon the desert reaches; I thrum with the coming of autumn. To you, I call the vultures; coyote-clever, wind in plain sight into the passageways left by time. Hang the trappings in the trees, the copper chimes, the rusted emblems, guard against the vicious spring, peer into muddied water and find that far-sight suits you best. Only in adverse climes may I dazzle. Shade your eyes, and watch the eclipse burn.
@CharCOL
For Celestis:
Only in the highest peaks may I count the stars to my content. Draw upon my skin; tattoo me with those old stories, spread the mythos of the heroes you wanted to be. Release and bless; breathe and suspend. Find my passage from the honeysuckle blooming in my wake. The brush at my fingers could bleed of any world, but mark how I meld halfway between - a truer divinity than anything we could hope to cup in outstretched wings.
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@CharCOL
For Celestis:
Only in the highest peaks may I count the stars to my content. Draw upon my skin; tattoo me with those old stories, spread the mythos of the heroes you wanted to be. Release and bless; breathe and suspend. Find my passage from the honeysuckle blooming in my wake. The brush at my fingers could bleed of any world, but mark how I meld halfway between - a truer divinity than anything we could hope to cup in outstretched wings.
For Celestis:
Only in the highest peaks may I count the stars to my content. Draw upon my skin; tattoo me with those old stories, spread the mythos of the heroes you wanted to be. Release and bless; breathe and suspend. Find my passage from the honeysuckle blooming in my wake. The brush at my fingers could bleed of any world, but mark how I meld halfway between - a truer divinity than anything we could hope to cup in outstretched wings.
@SilverSilver, oh shizz wow i was not expecting it to be that kind of pretty. I love it tho, its like a really pretty way of writing.
if you wouldn't mind having a go any of these emotional messes, that would be amazing. [s]their all so messed up it's fine[/s]
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she is basically a demi-god who was severely abused for fun in her past, but now she is like a mom her clan. She is so done with everything.
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hes entire clan was killed by the Capital while he was in hiding, and he is a little shit who is carrying a lot of baggage pretty much.
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used as an experiment by the capital, kinda has a demon living in his heart that he tries to control. Over exposure to an emotion makes it active i guess
[s]wow their all so edgy what the hell [/s]
@SilverSilver, oh shizz wow i was not expecting it to be that kind of pretty. I love it tho, its like a really pretty way of writing.
if you wouldn't mind having a go any of these emotional messes, that would be amazing.their all so messed up it's fine
she is basically a demi-god who was severely abused for fun in her past, but now she is like a mom her clan. She is so done with everything.
hes entire clan was killed by the Capital while he was in hiding, and he is a little **** who is carrying a lot of baggage pretty much.
used as an experiment by the capital, kinda has a demon living in his heart that he tries to control. Over exposure to an emotion makes it active i guess
wow their all so edgy what the hell
if you wouldn't mind having a go any of these emotional messes, that would be amazing.
she is basically a demi-god who was severely abused for fun in her past, but now she is like a mom her clan. She is so done with everything.
hes entire clan was killed by the Capital while he was in hiding, and he is a little **** who is carrying a lot of baggage pretty much.
used as an experiment by the capital, kinda has a demon living in his heart that he tries to control. Over exposure to an emotion makes it active i guess
@SilverSilver
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He's the spirit guardian of a plague clan and 100% devoted to the PlagueBringer. He's also friends with a spirit from the Tangled Wood and feels a bit guilty about it.
Thanks!
@SilverSilver
He's the spirit guardian of a plague clan and 100% devoted to the PlagueBringer. He's also friends with a spirit from the Tangled Wood and feels a bit guilty about it.
Thanks!
He's the spirit guardian of a plague clan and 100% devoted to the PlagueBringer. He's also friends with a spirit from the Tangled Wood and feels a bit guilty about it.
Thanks!
Oh my goodness thank you so much for your writing!
Oh my goodness thank you so much for your writing!
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I would like to see what you would write for this one. Your writing is helpful for ideas for lore.
I would like to see what you would write for this one. Your writing is helpful for ideas for lore.
Lore Clan, FR+2, She/her
@SilverSilver
Oh my gosh that is amazing
I need one for Meta (yet again in a planned outfit)
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My Pokefarm
   Please, screech at me about Kirby characters or Kirby games. I love them and need to yell everything I know before I go insane. |
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@Solistare
For kiatei:
You’ll know me by the static I have left, by the iron I have bled. You won’t see my passage, but you’ll behold me there above the desert storm, with the last of us, the first to breathe. Suspend, I will, between mortal and deity; never either, ever moving, seeking an end to the stillness. Divine my presence from deep pools; whisper my name below the shivering willow tree. Rue and worship, bless and defect. A spark is all it ever takes.
For Sani:
O divided, o trick of the light, o falcon circling the crumbling ruins of the mind. To whom will you go, sun-eyes, child of illusion and regret? O where is the gold hart, the sacred bull, the serpent of five wings? Where are the bronze trees where the lanterns hung, o seeker, o storm-chaser? O where, the tapestry? The single flame? They shed from your skin like smoke, o trick-maker, they reveal themselves to the watchful, but who remembers the skies over the city, now silent?
For Ospen:
Slumber still, sleep sound, don’t think too hard about it. Hang the rafters with talismans, ward the doorways, plug your ears: you know as best as I. Light the sandalwood incense, draw on your scales in chalk. Only the easterly winds can remind you of your urge to fly. Recall the coyote, lost on unforgiving shores; blind your eyes to the faery-lights calling you home. The song rises from a thousand voices. Will you add your voice to theirs?
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@Solistare
For kiatei:
You’ll know me by the static I have left, by the iron I have bled. You won’t see my passage, but you’ll behold me there above the desert storm, with the last of us, the first to breathe. Suspend, I will, between mortal and deity; never either, ever moving, seeking an end to the stillness. Divine my presence from deep pools; whisper my name below the shivering willow tree. Rue and worship, bless and defect. A spark is all it ever takes.
For Sani:
O divided, o trick of the light, o falcon circling the crumbling ruins of the mind. To whom will you go, sun-eyes, child of illusion and regret? O where is the gold hart, the sacred bull, the serpent of five wings? Where are the bronze trees where the lanterns hung, o seeker, o storm-chaser? O where, the tapestry? The single flame? They shed from your skin like smoke, o trick-maker, they reveal themselves to the watchful, but who remembers the skies over the city, now silent?
For Ospen:
Slumber still, sleep sound, don’t think too hard about it. Hang the rafters with talismans, ward the doorways, plug your ears: you know as best as I. Light the sandalwood incense, draw on your scales in chalk. Only the easterly winds can remind you of your urge to fly. Recall the coyote, lost on unforgiving shores; blind your eyes to the faery-lights calling you home. The song rises from a thousand voices. Will you add your voice to theirs?
For kiatei:
You’ll know me by the static I have left, by the iron I have bled. You won’t see my passage, but you’ll behold me there above the desert storm, with the last of us, the first to breathe. Suspend, I will, between mortal and deity; never either, ever moving, seeking an end to the stillness. Divine my presence from deep pools; whisper my name below the shivering willow tree. Rue and worship, bless and defect. A spark is all it ever takes.
For Sani:
O divided, o trick of the light, o falcon circling the crumbling ruins of the mind. To whom will you go, sun-eyes, child of illusion and regret? O where is the gold hart, the sacred bull, the serpent of five wings? Where are the bronze trees where the lanterns hung, o seeker, o storm-chaser? O where, the tapestry? The single flame? They shed from your skin like smoke, o trick-maker, they reveal themselves to the watchful, but who remembers the skies over the city, now silent?
For Ospen:
Slumber still, sleep sound, don’t think too hard about it. Hang the rafters with talismans, ward the doorways, plug your ears: you know as best as I. Light the sandalwood incense, draw on your scales in chalk. Only the easterly winds can remind you of your urge to fly. Recall the coyote, lost on unforgiving shores; blind your eyes to the faery-lights calling you home. The song rises from a thousand voices. Will you add your voice to theirs?