repost & BOLD any fears which apply to your muse.
ITALICIZE what makes them uncomfortable.
the dark. fire. open water. deep water. being alone. crowded spaces. confined spaces. change. failure. war. loss of control. powerlessness. prison. blood. drowning. suffocation. public speaking. natural animals. the supernatural. heights. death. dying. intimacy. rejection. abandonment. loss. the unknown. the future. not being good enough. scary stories. speaking to new people. poverty. loud noises. being touched. sex.
[whoa, hello. it’s been almost two years since i stopped posting on this blog. i want to revive it! i’ve just unfollowed quuuite a few inactive blogs, and will be renovating my blog’s pages and such. stay tuned, if anyone’s out there listening!]
Hi, everyone!
So, you probably haven’t noticed I was gone, but I was. It’s kind of from a big conglomeration of things, but the main thing is that I don’t really get inspired anymore. And this goes beyond just roleplaying. I don’t know if I love writing anymore, which makes me sad beyond belief. I don’t know why I loved it in the first place. It would certainly help if I’d get ideas. I remember getting ideas and being excited to write them but that never happens to me anymore. Maybe I should keep a dream journal. I’ve been getting really wacky dreams lately.
But that’s kind of beside the point.
Another thing is that there’s no way I can keep up with all of this added onto a sport, two extracurriculars, and three honors classes.
If you really want to interact with me for some reason, my personal is leavanity and it’s not going away any time soon.
So, until further notice, all my roleplaying blogs (tenbluerosepetals, justanotherhiccupinthesystem, shslproteinshakes, and bittybatz) are placed on an indefinite hiatus.
The Cinematic Orchestra – Arrival of the Birds
Edit: This track, along with the perfectly suited additional track “Transformation” [offering an additional 5 minutes of astonishing beauty] can be found here.
“but wait what is that?!”
so accurate it hurts
”Aye, ah can get ya out,” she replied, “Stay close tae the window.” She know the weaknesses of these sorts of prisons but she didn’t want the boy getting hurt She whistled to Angus, leading him to the slight swell of the earthen roof, then stepped back.
“Trom cèim,” she ordered in her home tongue gave a snort and reared up, then stomped hard on thin ground beneath him. The force crumbled the roof instantly and Angus had just enough time to leap away and back toward his rider before it caved in entirely.
Merida hurried towards the great crater where the roof had been, jumping down inside and pulling the boy from the dirt. He wasn’t very heavy, and she had no issue getting him up and out of the cell. She brushed him off roughly, setting him down on his feet beside her horse.
“Are ya hurt?” she asked him seriously, “They’ll have heard that, we need tae get out of here.” She mounted Angus and held her hand down to him to help him up as well. “Hurry.”
Hiccup let out a huge gust of air he hadn’t realized he’d been holding in, his whole body collapsing bonelessly against the support of the concrete wall.
He laughed a little, running a hand through his straw-like hair. Man, he stunk. It’d been so long since he’d had a shower, his hair had gone around the bend and come back to being semi-decent, though his stench hadn’t. And he was so tired…
Hiccup waited, exhausted and at the mercy of the girl. A small quip of a strange tongue caught his ears and he had only a few seconds to think about what language it could be and where she came from before the ceiling came crumbling down. He scrambled away as best he could. Was…she actually trying to kill him? The movement shocked him again, leading him to another coughing fit. He breathed in the stink of his hand and accidentally licked it with the tip of his tongue. Putrefying. Too tired to make a proper disgusted face, he wiped his hands on his just-as-grimy wool pants, barely tolerating the horrid taste in his mouth. A small thump drew his attention to the side. The knight drew him up in her arms and brought him up to the surface, setting him right down next to her trusty steed. He wobbled a little, getting used to his feet again like a toddler just learning to walk. Once he had gained his bearings, putting a hand on the horse to steady himself (and hoping silently that it didn’t mind, because it was more than twice the size of him), he spoke.
“Eh…not hurt hurt. Just hungry…and tired…and really, really dirty.” He grimaced. “And, yeah, we should get out of here. They’re not exactly friendly.” He laughed dryly.
Noticing her hand, he grabbed it, holding his breath through the strain on his body. He wasn’t hurt…just temporarily weakened.
“Alright…” He coughed again, this time only allowing the girl the courtesy of him turning away from her. Hiccup could smell his breath in the air… “So, where are we going?”
epic songs to write to, a playlist for writers [listen here]
time, hans zimmer; misty mountains, howard shore; what are you going to do when you’re not saving the world?, hans zimmer; genius next door, regina spektor; hedwig’s theme, john williams; star trek’s main theme, michael giacchino; london calling, michael giacchino; mhysa, ramin djawadi; courtyard apocalypse, alexandre desplat; main title, ramin djawadi; cosmic love, florence + the machine; your ghost, greg laswell; one day more, les mis cast; veni, veni emmanuel, libera; oblivion, bastille;
