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andrea~ OFFLINE   Forum Posts: 56 |
Posted: Tue, 02/04/2024 08:12 (1 Year ago) |
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This house has everything we need It's always been how it should be And my favorite game's make-believe In the land of Scadrial, a little ways past the village where everyone lives, there is a forest. And in the forest, there’s a little cottage. Nestled in a mirth of grass as if it were the conjuring of some happy dream. Surrounded by towering trees adorned with a tapestry of vibrant foliage, the cottage exudes a timeless charm. Its rustic facade, adorned with climbing ivy and a welcoming wooden door, blends seamlessly with the natural landscape. Soft rays of sunlight filter through the canopy above, casting dappled patterns on the moss-covered roof and the cobblestone path that winds its way to the entrance. The air is filled with the sweet fragrance of wildflowers and earth, while the gentle melody of birdsong creates a soothing symphony. Inside, the cottage exudes a cozy warmth, with wooden beams overhead, a crackling fireplace, and snug furnishings that invite relaxation and contemplation. And in the cottage is a girl, called Zanyar. She’s never mingled with anyone in her entire life. She’s always remembered living in the little cottage, far from the rest of the work. Zanyar lived in her own little bubble, spending her day scavenging for food, staring into nothingness and making the most of whatever the forest has to offer. Among the cast of characters in her imaginary world was Apate—a subtle presence that began as a gentle companion, whispering secrets of hidden places and magical realms. Don't look past your friend 'Cause the room, it never ends Stay ready to learn For a twist there's a turn You'll be safely reliving That cold unforgiving hell At first, Apate’s influence was like a soft breeze stirring the leaves. It nudged Zanyar to explore the edges of her comfort zone, encouraging innocent escapades under the guise of playful fun. Zanyar’s heart danced with excitement as she followed Apate’s lead, an innocent blossom dancing with the wind. As time went by, Apate’s whispers took on a more persuasive tone. It planted seeds of curiosity in the young Zanyar’s mind, tempting her with the allure of forbidden places and daring exploits. Zanyar, once cautious, gave way to a sense of exhilaration, fueled by Apate’s enticing suggestions, honeyed words woven into a web of mystery and fantastical tales. Hush little things Now you don’t say a word Just know at day’s end you will always return You’ll be back to the spot wherе it hurts when you think Under Apate’s guidance, Zanyar’s adventures took on a new edge. She would sneak out after dark, her pulse racing with anticipation as she followed Apate’s instructions to explore abandoned buildings and secluded woods. With a beautiful paintbrush, she decorated the land with splashes of red. Each escapade fed Zanyar’s growing hunger for excitement, blurring the line between fantasy and reality. But beneath the surface of exhilaration lurked a sense of unease. Zanyar couldn't shake off the feeling that something was amiss, that Apate’s cheerfully spoken ideas were not as innocent as they seemed. Yet, whenever doubt crept in, Apate’s soothing whispers calmed her fears, reassuring her that they were just playing a game. Just like that, and Zanyar’s worries faded into nothingness. As days turned into weeks, Zanyar’s world became a labyrinth of conflicting emotions. She reveled in the thrill of adventure yet felt a pinprick of guilt gnawing at her conscience. Apate’s whispers grew bolder, coaxing her to take risks that pushed the boundaries of safety and sanity. Something’s off, it’s gone wrong A prison’s not always a dark place With gray closed-in walls and big, loud chains They can hide in the skin of a friend It was during one of their late-night escapades, deep in the heart of an abandoned mansion, that Zanyar’s perception shattered like fragile glass. In the dim light of her flashlight, she caught a glimpse of her art. A body lay in its pool of blood, screams echoing through the village at the sight of the mangled dog on the door. Muscle, tendon, bone and heart, organs scattered about the floor, red streaking the walls, where desperate hands clawed for escape. Apate’s true nature revealed itself, a manipulative entity cloaked in the guise of friendship. The realization hit her like a physical blow, sending shockwaves of betrayal through her soul. From that moment on, Apate’s manipulation became glaringly obvious. It no longer whispered but demanded, pushing Zanyar into increasingly reckless acts that left her feeling trapped and vulnerable. The once subtle hints turned into direct commands, each one designed to feed an insatiable appetite for chaos. She struggled to break free from Apate’s grip, but it was like trying to untangle herself from a web of deceit. The more she resisted, the tighter the ‘strings’ around her limbs became, suffocating her with its toxic influence. Zanyar found herself trapped in a nightmarish cycle of manipulation and self-doubt. Apate’s once soothing presence had transformed into a relentless tormentor, a reflection of Zanyar’s own inner turmoil and suppressed desires. Escape was futile, and every time she reached the glowing door of hope, it slammed her back to reality, an endless cycle of lies, an abyss of misery. 766 words | 60 minutes [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 56 |
Posted: Mon, 01/04/2024 12:01 (1 Year ago) |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 56 |
Posted: Mon, 01/04/2024 12:00 (1 Year ago) |
 "The tongue that has no bones can cause one great sorrow, yet also bring about gladness" tasha~'s manic ramblingsHi, hello, if you're reading this, welcome! You've found my little library, a place where I post very, very rarely. And if you plan on staying, shall I rephrase myself? These are the illiterate ramblings of a faceless fool. I'd hope you enjoy yourself here. If not, well, I'm not sure there's much I can do for you. Contents title | complete? bird set free | wip imaginary friend | complete ⚠️ none of these are beta read | please do not post ⚠️ [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 56 |
Posted: Sat, 30/03/2024 04:10 (1 Year ago) |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 56 |
Posted: Mon, 25/03/2024 23:10 (1 Year ago) |
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Remembering something, she perked up “Oooh! Who do you side with? Dark Enchantress Cookie? Surely not! Also, what are you doing here?” Cami puts her staff down warily, opting to stare Sweet Jelly Cookie down, gaze unwavering with mistrust, holding back only because the other cookies didn’t seem to mind his presence. [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 56 |
Posted: Mon, 25/03/2024 22:59 (1 Year ago) |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 56 |
Posted: Tue, 19/03/2024 14:00 (1 Year ago) |
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Cami stands beside Mona, eyeing the stranger, eyes alert and calculating, judging Sweet Jelly Cookie, as if trying to size them up. “Do you work for Dark Enchantress Cookie? Are you…well, evil?” She asked, a little blunt but not rudely. Why’d they come here, anyway? Cami wondered [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 56 |
Posted: Sun, 17/03/2024 22:09 (1 Year ago) |
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@Everyone, Also, no fixed forms. Fill up your sign up as you wish [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 56 |
Posted: Sun, 17/03/2024 14:19 (1 Year ago) |
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@Burned_Libarian, I’ve seen your roleplay and I’m not confident that you’ll be able to cope with the literacy skill demanded in this roleplay. [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 56 |
Posted: Fri, 15/03/2024 13:12 (1 Year ago) |
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Coca, sensing the presence of Baklava Cookie, padded off into Amaryllis City on fluffy cloud like dragon paws, following the traveler’s pistachio scent, half flying, half walking. A clumsy looking sugar cloud who seemed to know what they were doing. Hopefully. [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 56 |
Posted: Thu, 14/03/2024 11:19 (1 Year ago) |
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The government, ruled by the iron fist of the Directorate, maintained order with an unforgiving grip. Surveillance drones patrolled the streets, ensuring compliance with every decree issued from the towering Citadel. But amidst the sea of conformity, a spark of rebellion flickered. The Freeborn, a clandestine network of dissidents, sought to shatter the chains of oppression and reclaim individual autonomy. Raised in the comfort of obedience, Arcadia dutifully served the Directorate, their loyalty unwavering. Yet, whispers of dissent lingered in the city's alleys, beckoning some to question the reality they knew. Drawn to the enigmatic figure known only as "Eclipse," some Arcadians found themselves entangled in a web of subversion and defiance. As these freedom seeking souls delved deeper into the world of the Freeborn, they confronted the harsh truths hidden beneath the veneer of order. Innocent lives extinguished in the name of stability, dissenters branded as traitors and silenced by the Directorate's merciless hand. Haunted by the injustices witnessed, they grappled with a choice that would define her destiny. Embrace the comforting embrace of order, or embrace the chaotic allure of freedom. In the depths of the night, these Arcadians stood at the precipice of decision, the city's skyline a testament to the dichotomy of their existence. With resolve burning in their heart, they cast off the shackles of obedience, embracing the tumultuous path of rebellion, forming the group know as Freeborn. But amidst the chaos of rebellion, the Freeborn realized the true cost of freedom. Lives lost, bonds shattered, and the unrelenting specter of conflict looming on the horizon. In the crucible of revolution, one would come to discover that the line between chaos and freedom was a razor's edge, knowing that the path to liberation was fraught with peril, but illuminated by the unwavering light of defiance. But then begs the question. Whichever side you choose. What lengths would you go to, just to achieve it? How far would you push your beliefs? Your morals? Do you have a limit? You decide. Chaos (Freeborn):  Show
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Creative | Flexible | Adventurous
The Freeborn have fostered creativity and think out of the box, with innovative and often unexpected solutions. Ample room is provided for adaptability and change, Freeborns being able to quickly adapt to change. On the bolder side, the Freeborn are daring free spirits, charging into the unknown to claim the skies. Exploring, experimenting, there’s no limit to what they do, new ideas and opportunities sprouting every now and then. name | rank | info name | rank | info Order (Arcadians): Show
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Confident | Efficient |
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The Arcadians follow routines, careful planners who are detail oriented in every way, near perfectionists at no matter what they do. As a result, they build confidence to perform difficult tasks given a set of instructions, efficiency at incredibly high levels in Arcadia, with even younger Arcadians having learnt and ingrained the principles of simple processes. Mistakes are rare, but should one ever make one, they are quick to admit as such, and even quicker to rectify them, often improving the quality of their work significantly. name | rank | info name | rank | info More Important Info (regarding matters of leadership): Show
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The Freeborn Even with the freedom of choice, to do as you wish, there still remains a select group of people who deal with things when problems grow too big to be ignored name | leader | job desc name | second in command | job desc The Arcadians Naturally, with strict laws, there is a council to uphold and impose such regulations. name | council president | job desc name | vice president | job desc name | enforcer 1 | job desc name | enforcer 2 | job desc Rules: Show
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1. Standard PH rules apply (this should be obvious) 2. This is semi-lit, meaning I expect short paragraphs minimally per post made. (filler posts are allowed, but not encouraged) 3. Do respect that I, as well as whoever chooses to join this roleplay, do in fact have lives outside of PH. The plot will be slow moving, so please don’t bug me or other users to respond to your character, or move the plot along 4. I am more inclined to give leadership roles to people I know (aka have role played with for a while). If you wish to take on a leadership position, but have not roleplayed often with me/at all, you may still do so, provided you can prove your literacy in writing. This should be done through PM. 5. Romance is allowed. But if it blossoms across opposing sides, do raise them up to me. 6. A good character is one you love. But it can also be one you hate. That being said, do NOT direct any of said hate to the wonderful user who created this character. I’m sure you’re sensible enough to understand that this story is not real, and none of the posts are directed at you as a person. 7. No character is all powerful or unkillable. Please, do accept that all characters in this roleplay are humans with flaws. 8. That being said (rule 7), please do not control other people’s characters. You can initiate an action, but it’s up to the other roleplayer to reciprocate it. 9. If any of this rules are unclear, clarify your doubts. Don’t intentionally tread on the gray areas of the rules and try to exploit loopholes, should you find one. Failure to abate will result in your character being terminated, or even banned from any future roleplays. [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 56 |
Posted: Sun, 10/03/2024 03:36 (1 Year ago) |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 56 |
Posted: Sun, 10/03/2024 00:19 (1 Year ago) |
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The train sped right past the Capitol, heading on with no signs of stopping. [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 56 |
Posted: Thu, 07/03/2024 14:15 (1 Year ago) |
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Adalia’s name, whispered, and he heart felt it. A small frown graced her lips. Who was talking about her? She closed her eyes, and thought. Ah, well. No matter, nightmares could be dealt with at a more appropriate time. She had a couple hours till night fell and nightmares came, anyway. And then perhaps she’d bring more tea. Chamomile, when mixed with a little something special,was good at soothing the nerves and improving sleep, anyway. [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 56 |
Posted: Tue, 27/02/2024 00:07 (1 Year ago) |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 56 |
Posted: Wed, 21/02/2024 13:56 (1 Year ago) |
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“Wrong way, dear, class is that way.” “One more time I catch you attempting to skip class you’ll be attending it with me.” “Yes darling, you’ll be okay, run along to the medbay, okay?” “Of course, sweetheart, you’re always welcome in my office” She hummed quietly to herself as she heralded the first-years along. Being Student Councillor meant that there was little time for slacking, and a lot of time for being a mama bear. Something she definitely didn’t mind. Promises to chat after school were made, smiles were brightened and merry laughter could be heard as students chattered away to each other. All in all, a normal school day. “One of these days, my dear council president, should you succumb to alcoholism, I will whack you on the head with the book of humankind in Rakua.” Adalia whizzed into the hallway he was complaining to, bringing with her a thermos of freshly brewed apple tea. “And don’t talk to walls, the students will think you’re mad. Anywho. I may not know you well, President Pyry Pythios, but I certainly will stop such foolish acts. So leave the financing to me, I’ll take care of it. Or get something competent enough to. Lest I find you wailing in agony and drowning your sorrows away with alcohol or worse. And perhaps we should fix your office door as well” [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 56 |
Posted: Wed, 21/02/2024 13:12 (1 Year ago) |
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“Alright, ya scumbags. Enjoy yourselves while you’re breathin” The Peacekeeper claps his hands together with glee, before disappearing into the Peacekeeper cabin. He gestured to the nearby train carriage full of food, the ‘resting’ carriage for tributes to chat, and lastly, their…bedrooms? This train journey would be far longer than expected. Hey, at least there was a buffet. A long, long table filled with food. And comfy armchairs. :) Nothing dangerous could possibly happen, right? The Peacekeepers being nice, actually giving them food to eat instead of crumbs and scraps. [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 56 |
Posted: Wed, 21/02/2024 13:05 (1 Year ago) |
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