Jan 3, 2019
Waits until 2019 until i post stuff for christmas
Anyway, I made a holiday card for my lovely rp friends!!
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Waits until 2019 until i post stuff for christmas
Anyway, I made a holiday card for my lovely rp friends!!
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It was actually part of their scouting regiment that he peruse the town...
redemptiionisms replied to your post: [makes gagging sounds]
*lay on hands the back of his neck*
[his knees nearly buckle right then and there]
“...How dare you. I was almost a week clean of this addiction.”
Sypha: Raquel, do you ever feel like talking about your feelings?
Raquel: ...No.
Ashei: I do!
Sypha: I know, Ashei.
Ashei: I’m sad.
Sypha: I know, Ashei.
@redemptiionisms
❛ I appreciate the advice. I have never dealt with such creatures before. Most priests get called to deal with the infernal, not the fey. ❜
“They are not unholy. If you must speak to them refer to them as The Gentry or The Fairfolk. Pure Iron is their biggest weakness, unseelie fae may be driven off by the ringing of Church Bells, but only the weak ones. Boxwood, Ivy, Rowan and Blackberrie stems can be woven together into a charm to keep them away.”
She pinches the bridge of her nose and sighs. “Why a priest would be called to deal with them is beyond me, if I were you I’d turn the other way and go back to whatever parish you’re from. If you absolutely must deal with them, never ever give them your real name, not even a nickname. Just go by The Priest if you can.”
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redemptiionisms replied to your post: me: i do not need to stretch myself into another...
Am i allowed exactly 1 i told u so
YOU GET ONE
Regrets
Send me ‘ regrets ‘ and my muse will open up to yours about one event in their life they regret
"In my worst nightmares, I never imagined killing could be easy.
I wanted to help people. To spread kindness and compassion. That’s the kind of man my parents raised me to be. The kind of man I wanted to be, and the kind of man I had been for lifetimes.
But...when Alek was taken. When I came home to find the front door smashed in and everything ransacked...I’d never been so scared or angry. I wanted him back, more than I had ever wanted anything, and when my powers failed--when that bastard had planned ahead enough to plan for me, I...
I would have done anything to get him back. To bring him home and make things go back to the way that they had been, but...but more than that I wanted to make someone pay for this. I wanted the people who had ruined everything- who had defiled my home and hurt my friend- to pay, and I wanted it to be long and painful.
The hurt and fear turned to something ugly inside me.
When they approached me about using my magic to storm the estate...when they put a sword in my hand I wasn’t scared like I thought I’d be. I was furious and I wanted to be there.
I killed people. Helped people kill people. People that were just following orders. Enchanted weapons to come to life with fire or ice or electricity. Most of the people I killed probably didn’t even know what was going on behind the scenes, but I...I tore right through them to get to him and in the end it didn’t make a damn difference.”
continued from x @redemptiionisms There was a smile in the young woman’s eyes that were lined with gold makeup. A tactic to draw and keep others eyes on her own and away from her hands, that were currently holding a bundle of books. “I like the way you think, act even more” Saaleha then spoke, she sounded equally joyed as she was amazed. It was not often in her travels that she met many so...Willing to give. To act and make others lives better. It filled her soul with a certain sense of hope for what could be. She then gazed around before placing the bundle of books somewhere inside a finely made pastel pink cloak that had fur around the neck, and somewhere within there the books seemed to vanish into the expensive cloak before she clapped her hands together, bounding on her heels. “Perhaps you would like some help in the effort? More hands can help more people after all!”