Lorette Frieda Kappel

-whispers- I did the thing

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I’ve been sitting on this url for a while now. am I even allowed here anymore at this point I’ve just got the bare bones up, I still need to move all the pages here over and revise things, as always. Ignore the random posts over there! I needed to have examples while editing the CSS coding.

Send my muse some flowers to convey your muse’s feelings towards them!

           「Status: Not Accepting」

Camellia General – AdmirationIris Blue – Faith, Hope

           Sweetly scented they were, their meaning ever more so. { Tenderness } presently wound her visage, whereas if she knew the latter, only t e n d r i l s would { STRANGLE } her heart.

           ❝ Sie sind schön1, ❞ she breathed, mother tongue taking hold, ❝ But I'm afraid I don't know the occasion. ❞

Tagging: @biiblio @atletilia @cauxdliion

GENERAL

Name : Jasmin; however, please call me Novetteus or any derivative of it, or Silke. Birthday:  February 17th Sexual Orientation : Apothisexual  Dad’s Name : Scott School Status : High school graduate, future college student

YES / NO

Drink ? : I haven’t found a taste I like, nor do I look for one. Smoke ? : I nearly hacked up a lung the first puff I tried. Nooo thank you. Eat Cake ? : Occasionally—while it is a pie I name, I most like Tiramisu. French Silk, too. Believe in true love ? : That is a complicated question I don’t have a proper answer to. This does explain a portion of my feelings, though. Afraid of the dark ? : I breathe darkness and SIN //SMACKED Ah-hem...no, in fact I greatly prefer it. Cat Person : “Cats” is a heavily used tag on my personal. Need I elaborate?  Virgin ? : My orientation speaks for itself.

FAVOURITES

Shampoo : Mint scented Disney song : Hellfire, by far. Followed by Reflection, Colors of the Wind, and I’ll Make a Man out of You. Actress / actor : Johnny Depp Person / people : @nilirm Type of weather : Thunder storms 90’s sitcom: The 70′s Show or Roseanne

QUESTIONS

What is your special talent / skill as a roleplayer ? : I don’t believe I have anything special to offer, nor can I pick out any specific skills. I can write, and I can write well; that’s what I know.

What is your favourite type of roleplay genre and why ? : AGNST, oh GOD, agnst is my life blood. I love delving into broken emotions and bleak themes, it is everything I look for in threads.

Why did you pick your muse ? : I created her. She is like my child. My one sweet, broken child lifted from a throng of ideas and theories and concepts unfit for my other muses.

If you could write any other muse, but know you don’t have the muse for him/her- who would it be ? : Ren Kouen from Magi: Labyrinth of Magic.

What would be your warning label to other roleplayers ? : WARNING: [I don’t understand. What things I don’t want to see or unsavory things people should look out for from me?]

What is your favorite episode / scene of your muse ? : N/A

What crack ships do you have for your muse ? : Ah, but wouldn’t all ships be crack for an OC? ;w;

What is your senpai blog for someone who has the same muse as you ? Ahaha, I would hope to never find one.

Send me “Librarian!” + a number and I’ll grab the closest book, flip to that page number, and make us a starter using a random line of text from said page!

           「Status: Accepting」

The Dragon Nimbus Novels — Irene Radford

"The interior was as exotically furnished as the exterior promised."

           Nearly, did she fool herself.

           It was his age, certainly. If not that, then u n d o u b t e d l y his height. Perhaps it was the girth of his step, or the distinct crunch of soil formulated each {half-second} by the material of his soles. { Was it a l l , was it more? } Whatever it was, when she half-extended her arm to indicate the clawed archway of a sculptor, one riddled with alcoves and niches and creatures of folklore, she {wholeheartedly} believed herself to be in the company of her b r o t h e r.

           It tugged her lips ever merrily skywards. What a notion, to conceive a day dream of toddler days in the flesh when her mind hadn’t strayed a {breadth}. Warmth enfolded her chest anew and induced a tickling glow to her visage. C h i l d l i k e, she must seem.

                                                                                                continuation ▏

           { Blasphemy, he speaks; ignorance, she retains. }

           Her lungs balloon for oxygen, ribs a cage that c a n n o t be breached. Her muscles stretch, SNAP, and fix against a skeleton too feeble for s t r i f e. Copper swells etch fresh grooves of scar tissue through layers of ivory—and in such a moment, her anatomy concurs whilst her voice can not.

           Come a lull, she acknowledges his words, ❝ If that is praise ❞—her digits grow taunt against the rim of her innocence—❝ I cannot accept it. ❞

           Her faith { how S P L I N T E D it has become } forbade it. Ashen optics turn to the heavens, a question of forgiveness painted on their surface for her delayed speech, before r e l i n q u i s h i n g in a moment's time. More r e l e v a n t matters remain on THIS plain.

            With that, Lorette maneuvers a limb backward, then throws her entirety into a forward motion, releasing her chakram at the peak of the swing. It makes contact with an Akuma’s side. B u r s t i n g through in a scatter of sparks, it lands on the cobble underfoot. She grips the chain and yanks to bring the disk into aerial motion once more, catching it ‘round the handgrip upon return. { How mechanical she is. }

chainedarch:

❝Ｉｆ   Ｉ   ｏｐｅｎｅｄ   ｍｙ   ｅｙｅｓ   ｗｉｄｅ   ｅｎｏｕｇｈ，                                   ｃｏｕｌｄ   Ｉ   ｓｅｅ   ｗｈａｔ   ｙｏｕ   ｓｅｅ？❞

❝Ｉｆ   Ｉ   ｓｔａｙｅｄ   ｓｉｌｅｎｔ   ｌｏｎｇ   ｅｎｏｕｇｈ，                                           ｃｏｕｌｄ   Ｉ   ｈｅａｒ   ｗｈａｔ   ｙｏｕ   ｈｅａｒ？❞

               ❝̶Ｓ̶ｈ̶ｏ̶̶ｗ̶ ̶ ｍ̶ｅ̶；                                                                                 ̶ ̶ｔ̶ｅ̶ｌ̶ｌ ̶ ̶ｍ̶ｅ̶．̶❞̶ ̶

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