Own anything you want in your writing and then let it go.
Natalie Goldberg (via quotes-shape-us)
Natalie Goldberg (via quotes-shape-us)
So these-teen-quotes.tumblr.com posted the original, but I couldn’t stop myself…
|Anonymous sent: Hi! Sorry for the late response! You've been accepted as one of the first 5 to join the nighmarenetwork! Congrats! We're trying to rally up more people to join, so until then, we'll keep you updated on any news!|
(( Frack yea! Long live the King! *maniacal laughter* ))
"Only the first five instead of number σηє? Perhaps you’re mistaken. It is nice to see my αяму amassing on their own. So͠ ͝ma͡n͢y li͝tt̵l͡e sh̵ad̀ows ͡j́ust̢ ríp͜e͡ ͝for the ͠t̶a͢k̶in̴g͞”
|sirisderp sent: (Siris) *glomps with love while purring*|
MiM flinched back from the sudden hug which was akin to a tackle, staring at Siris blankly for a few seconds, uncertain of what to say or how to react to this sudden explosive display of affection.
Finally, he spoke in a confused manner,
"Is this to mean that I have won our stand off?"
"Hmmmm…. what stand off? Was there a stand off?" She managed to get out in between her purring and nuzzling of her Mimmy. Siris played dumb about her sudden disappearance and the things that happened to her since then. She was just glad to see Mimmy after so long.
"How ya been, Moon Moon?"
+ There is a translation of what these two are saying if you click on the image!
Your hands are scarred from murder,
and yet I
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This is an Independent Fem!Nightlight Roleplay blog from the children’s book series 'The Guardians of Childhood' by William Joyce. This blog pertains mainly to Nightlight after the book series from a genderbentAU. Mostly canon but still developing.Details:☆ Independent Roleplayer
☆ Mun & Muse are of age
☆ Primarily uses icons or gifs
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☆ Multi-verse & Multi-ship, but chemistry is a must.
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“The sin is not in darkness. The sin is in not respecting both the light and the dark as their role in our (and others’) personal evolution. The sin is in judgment, in pride and in separation.” -Amy LarsonDetails:♚ Independent Original Character & Pitch Black Roleplay blog
♚ Mun & Muse are of age and NSFW may show up
♚ Triggers and NSFW are tagged
♚ Primarily uses icons &/or gifs
♚ OC, AU, Anon, Crossovers, Anyone Friendly
♚ Multi-verse & Multi-ship, but chemistry is a must.
♚ Comfortable with all lengths—para, novella, script, one-liners, crack, etc
* My muses can be incredibly flirty. Don’t take it as me forcing a ship on you. This is not my intention. It’s up to you and your muse if you’d like to pursue that. Apologies in advance for them being horrible to your muse. Pitch is an asshole and Siris is a troll. *
Way too tired to keep answering drafts. XD I have 10 drabbles to write. Just thinking of ideas. I’ll be back tomorrow to get on those drafts. =3 I’ll be mostly concentrating on my Nightlight blog so feel free to check me out there. In the mean time… Enjoy my promo coming up on a reblog!
|sirisderp sent: *continously pushes the button over and over nonstop for 3 days straight* (Pitch is being a dick about Sandy's gift)|
Sighing heavily, he wondered if Pitch would ever get tired of ringing the damn bell. It wasn’t like he was even in a place where Sandy could open a gate or anything, he was in his lair being a little shit.
Did he not have…nightmare stuff to do??
The little bell continued to ring, chiming brightly in the dark confines of Pitch’s lair. It resisted the dark shadows, staying a pretty gold color. Meanwhile, Sandy had expected this and ignored the call. It wasn’t like it was a physical sound, more like a tugging inside. At least he knew Pitch was alive if he was being a little shit.
Pitch had a devious idea. It was an idea that gave him a sick satisfaction. He smirked as his hold on the shadows released all together and the ringing of the Sandman’s ‘bell’ stopped. Pitch left his lair open and empty. An imitation of what it would be like if he was ever gone. Pitch instead melded into the shadows and let his mind drift in that formless state. How long has it been since he just let go? What would the golden being claiming to love him do when he realized that he was gone?
Nothing. Pitch scoffed at his enemy’s continual insistance on this feeling of love. Ridiculous.
|sirisderp sent: 〄|
Sanderson blinked slowly as the door just refused to open, no matter how much he used his sands to try and pry it open. Stepping back with a silent puff, he turned to shrug at the taller wisp
He shot Pitch a very unamused look, gesturing to his sands that slowly pulled back from the door. He clearly had just tried to fix it and that had not worked out one bit. Moving to the little buttons, he started to mash the ‘emergency’ one until the light went on and stepped back to wait for someone to come get them. Glancing at Pitch, he spread his hands with the palms up. Now what?
Pitch pinched the bridge of his nose. He wanted to do many things and all of them unpleasant. At least, for the Sandman that is. He let out a breath through his nose, rolled his eyes up to stare at the ceiling as if to ask the cosmos why him before leveling a glare at the man below him.
"I’d like to kill you." He asked sweetly but his expression cried out murder. I’ll kill you, your family, your cow! Pitch snarled.
“Would you like me to kill you now or later?”