the sky is our dance floor ))

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i might code this all nice and pretty later on but for now u get this sad lil mess of a post k

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+ traits independent, observative,
charming, quick, good-humored.
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─ traits foolish, aloof, hotheaded,
difficult, stubborn, obstinate.
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ＳＡＹ ＡＮＹＴＨＩＮＧ！！
ＳＡＹ ＡＮＹＴＨＩＮＧ！！
ＳＡＹ ＡＮＹＴＨＩＮＧ！！

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first impression: she's loud. if the sun had a voice,
it'd be hers, you think. she's not loud in the obnoxio-
us, grating kind of way, but rather in how she com-
mands attention to herself in any venue. she is unw-
avering, the kind of person people want to know, a-
nd quite pretty, not just personality-wise. she ador-
es people and yearns for attention, putting up a smi-
le and a facade to get it. a little ambitious, proba-
bly, her insecurities outweigh it certainly. she wea-
rs her heart on her sleeve and trusts too readily, (a-
nd likely a secret nerd) but her saccharine dispositi-
on'll win you over. the quiet scares her.
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maris a. taylor (18.6 y'old): likes being called; mari,
mare, aris (anything else is also fine). cis female, pan-
sexual. about, 5''5 tall. likes: running on the beach, h-
olding hands (also hands in general), ferris wheels, ad-
renaline, chaste kisses, romantic comedies, puns, fire-
works, dreaming. dislikes: thunder, heights, silence, c-
ommitment. owns: an ok camera, ipod touch; herself.

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ourceful; this is a mask. avy-
n's been playing the role of t-
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elp. she's meticulous in what
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eart. behind her fake smiles
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avyn henderson
-----'---'---------age --------'----'-----
soon-to-be eighteen years
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cis female
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bisexual

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[note edition] she's just rlly cute ok

• an idiot in school who's more the class clown than the notetaking buffoon in the first row
• she doesn't like socks !!! or long sleeves on her shirts they make her uncomfortable
• her family is doin v well financially so she's the kind who spends money kinda nonchalantly but bc they were rich n away often, she has trouble with silence, since she was by herself often in a lorg mansion (did i mention yet she was alone a lot?)
• popular but genunine
• instagram !!!! twitter !!!! social media-savvy !!!!
• she likes birbs a lot and is into flower arrangements and their meanings ??
• art is her savior (distracts her from life)
• her good point is drawing; painting will kill her i s2g
• girls r rlly cute; gal pal needed (preferably the moon to her sun and has a name that starts with m and ends with a)

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[note edition] things she does and sometimes is not aware of

• she could wear a promise ring reese (that is the dead guy's name and i have decided upon it) bought with his paycheck from mcdonalds and she'll wear it still, bc it helps
• also she knows how to pick out locks
• holds herself back constantly and beats herself up
• sits under tables bc it feels safer there (like heaven maybe)
• she likes languages and only knows latin and english fluently, picking up french and asl tho and uses them to anxiously portray herself bc she has trouble with actual english words sometimes
• big fat liar
• she rlly liked the guy bc he changed her (like it was a ya novel and they were the main couple) but then he left her so she has to cope n her heart's like a local business that shut down
• tumblr addict
• slow recovery bc i'm rood like that

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＆ ＹＯＵ ＴＨＩＮＫ ＭＹ ＢＲＵＩＳＥＤ ＫＮＥＥＳ

───────ＡＲＥ ＳＯＲＴ ＯＦ ＰＲＥＴＴＹ，
＆ Ｉ ＴＨＩＮＫ ──
avyn henderson / av, avvie / 17 y'o / cis fem / bi (v bi) /
british n american / june 14 / 5'6 / quietly endearing, i-
nquisitive, tragic, sarcastic, mirror, tryhard, frightened,
snarky, vulgar, naive tbh, history nerd, gets cold easy //

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── ａｎｄ ｗｈｅｎ ｉ ｆｉｒｓｔ ｍｅｔ ｙｏｕ！

a girl who wore tragedy like makeup and became a wa-
lking disaster. who saw everything in muted colors and
diluted brilliance, whose smile never reached her eyes
anymore and stopped short of the sun. a girl who fell i-
n love but never got picked back up. avyn henderson;
that's how she saw herself, slumped shoulders and bare
wrists, palms, ankles, anywhere her dead lover used to
write on himself was blank space on her. a little uptig-
ht, a little (probably more) hurt than she says. words l-
ie. she's observative and aloof, smart in that she knows
human tendencies and hesitates before acting, but she's
harsh with her words at times and quite the overthinker.
quiet at first, but has a loud laugh when you know her.
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ｇｒｏｗｉｎｇ ｆｒｏｍ ａ ｂｌａｃｋ ｈｏｌｅ─
───ＩＮxx ＭＹxx ＭＩＮＤ，

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terasu hiromitsu / about 19 / cis fe-
m /pansexual, panromantic / aug 29
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intelligent, quiet, sleepy, queer, m-
ysterious, lowkey gutsy, lonely, brok-
en, afraid, seemingly frail, v hesita-
nt, kind, possessive, stubborn   tbh

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ＹＯＵ ＫＮＯＷ Ｉ＇Ｍ ＢＯＵＮＤ──
──ＴＯ ＣＨＯＫＥ！

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by default, a quiet girl who slinks in shadows and passes
by as nothing more than a pretty face and still lips, deli-
cate smile and silent hands. she holds herself in a privat-
e sort of manner, and withholds her tongue in most occ-
asions. an old soul paired with a young heart who does
not easily bow to conflict. usually sticks to a disposition
to that of water; easygoing, tranquil even, unless poked.
terasu is more than she lets on, and keeps secrets in her
small smile. a little clumsy, but a lovely girl, really.
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ｗｈｅｎ ｉ ｃｌｏｓｅ ｍｙ ｅｙｅｓ，
────── Ｉ ＳＴＩＬＬ ＳＥＥ
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HEARTLESS
“some are born with broken hearts, and some are born with no heart at all. and how tragic it must be when the brokenhearted meets that empty space and whispers, “here, take mine. i’ve never had much use for it anyways.”

this is what they'd call dystopia, the old folks of before. the old folks whose tales and mistakes were written down and typed onto now yellowed papers of text, so we'd survive them and write down our own stories and never be like them (tripping over trivial things, dropping bombs, shooting guns)- but did they ever consider, 'what'd happen, when we make more mistakes we can fix, more errors than rightings?'
(this is what they called dystopia,) this is what we call life.

in the future, not everyone is graced with a heart of their own. they're rarely in good condition (the exception being, the descendants of the originals), broken and battered and bruised. traded, given, thrown away. hearts are like keys, they hold the chance, the possibility of emotion, and emotion has the ability to scar and ruin- (that's no good; what if the sympathizers fall in love? absurd; that'd just cause more trouble). those with hearts, those sympathizers, often sell them off, the government backing their choices with promises of safety. their minds are of the idea that emotions bring danger, and they've been through enough danger to last lifetimes.

our hands hold gold, but our hearts are cold (or rather, nonexistent).




RED QUEEN AU RP
- starts with queenstrial, but is interrupted by entrance of rebel reds

- double-agent participant omg
- twin heirs?? (one girl/one boy, one boy/one boy shrug)
+ fire-breathin calores ofc
+ one calore in with the reds tho and doesn't flake
- six-eight participants (chicks and dudes welcome)
- (here comes the seventh/eighth) optional red participants

[basic premise]
fast-forward some years -some births of new fire-breathers in between- and the scarlet guard has been properly extinguished (pardon the pun), meaning, they got with they want, via a treaty with the royals. the world of silvers is now at peace once more, but with the addition of elected reds to the mix; they bring extra color into the king's court as well as in both castles. the house calore is renovating much of the kingdom of norta, from silvers to reds; rebels are still relevant, however in smaller numbers and nowhere near the numbers or level of in-depth organization of the scarlet guard. the queenstrial is still active, as the king argues it's a tradition to be upheld, and besides- it's one of the factors leading him to finding his beloved, electrifying queen (insert heart text symbol here). his sons have come to age, eligible to find their own lovers in a batch of (mostly) less haughty silvers and a few descendants of high-ranking reds.

[pov of a queenstrial participant?? idk]
your boat begins to approach the summer palace, and the captain slows the boat in order to allow his passengers to admire the craftsmanship of the castle. it's bleak; it blinds you, sends shocks of brilliant whites that fade out slowly in your vision- this is to be your home for the next two months. it's nothing special, you've been to the main castle and it is now less grand than the own in front of you now, but your fingers itch from anxiety; luckily no one notices the tremor of your fingers or your scrutinizing eye inspecting the palace. even if you're no fan of modern architecture or even architecture at all, you have come to appreciate its cutting-edge pillars, the diamond glass installed. it is grand, it is looming. it screams royalty; do not touch! beware!, and you can't help but look around and tell yourself, this will not be my last visit here. i plan to strive, i plan to rule this place- i plan to be silver royalty.

[pov of a calore prince/ss/]
calm. calmcalmcalmcalmclamcamlamc- calm. it's just all the other noble silvers coming for another visit, right? it's not anything important, or a life-or-death situation, or choice- right? stop fooling yourself, goddam- your mind doesn't finish that curse, it leaves it hanging in the air, adding to the already-weighty atmosphere. it's a little hot, you notice, and it smells like it's burning, somehow, something. hands. hands, they're- manipulating fire, it dances in your palms, the light of their flickering gleams in the twin bracelets you wear. you shut them off, immediately, rubbing your warm palms together. and is that sweat? no, it must've been from the fire, the royalty do not sweat, they're- we, you hastily correct yourself- invincible, almost inhumane. your hands tremble at the door of your bedroom. you cast one last look back at your room, a quiet goodbye to all things normal and easy and comfortable. you hear the click of the door as it turns the knob, you release that breath you were holding in a shaky motion, smiling fakely at your guard before he escorts you to welcome your guests.


thing is -- they're used to messing up; gods are humans, just on a bigger scale with bigger powers and bigger egos.

four olympian gods are kicked off of mt olympius for individual reasons and decide to inhabit earth as everyday ppl with the help of mortals n reincarnations of other greek mythology figures

light vs dark; but kick is that light's the bad guy, in the guise of angels. they're the monsters to fear, the ones that have kids shivering in their sleep at night and puts shadows under their eyes in daylight. but it's just not kids, no- it also affects the world large-scale, these winged beautiful people who were once illustrated as kind and loving and absolutely lovely, like gods come alive but the thing is - that's not them at all. appearances are only skin-deep but pain, fear, it strikes past skin and leaves bruises in its wake.

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Ｉ ＳＡＹ Ｉ ＷＡＮＴ ＴＯ ＳＥＴＴＬＥ ＤＯＷＮ！
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━━--''like a tower! like a tower!''--━━

she's got this idea locked up (like her he-
art, kinda) that she'll never get hurt and
the universe deems it so (almost died, t-
hrice). p much totally the papercut def-
inition of reckless, a kamikaze but a lit-
tle more diluted (she hasn't gone that far,
yet). tbh she doesn't really know when t-
o quit (also where to, either). she portr-
ays herself as this bright and unyielding,
unnatural being when really she's a girl
scared of being forgotten; cynical   tho.

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idalia jacoby [goes by jacoby] / 17 / demigirl / pan

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Ｉ ＡＭ ＴＩＲＥＤ ＯＦ ＴＨＩＳ ＰＬＡＣＥ，

────Ｉ ＮＥＥＤ ＴＩＭＥ ＴＯ ＲＥＰＬＡＣＥ
she and her father had been close like a pair of knit mitt-
ens until he was shipped off to war. usually this girl is f-
ound paired with brash speak, toxic tongue; especially
with royals (she has a skeleton to pick with them tbh).
and that one guy (!!) she finds him cute (ofc), though
her father's circumstances of death keeps her in check.
she acts tough, sees the world in the half-empty-glass-
of-water kind of perspective; she walks on tiptoes and
tries not to make much of an impression on passerbys. m-
ost prominently she talks with a sarcastic slur, punctu-
ation a roll of her eyes; she doesn't take too many things
to heart and laughs more things off than address them s-
eriously. tends to mirror people and their actions a lot.
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ＴＨＯＵＧＨ Ｉ ＴＲＹ ＴＯ ＲＥＳＩＳＴ， Ｉ ＳＴＩＬＬ

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ＯＮＬＹ ＦＯＯＬＳ！
arlen daniels / lenny, daniels / 20 y'o / cis fem / s.o bi /
sep 9 / 5'7 // observative, mean, sarcastic, mirror, tryh-
ard, lowkey nervous, snarky, vulgar, naive, temperative //
ＦＡＬＬ ＦＯＲ ＹＯＵ， ＦＡＬＬ ＦＯＲ ＹＯＵ ！！──

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valerie blue martinez (she mostly goes by
blue, tho valentine is also good tbh) is thi-
ckheaded, to say the least; she always see-
med to manage to dodge trouble (but only
by the width of her brown hair) within her
nineteen years of life; miracle or fate tryi-
ng to make amends? she doesn't speak often,
and if she does, it's always with knotted ey-
ebrows and ocean-deep concentration. sta-
rted going deaf about ten years old, and it's
gradually worsened from there. she picked
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kup guitar first, switched to bas-
s for the thicker strings n' outrea-
ching vibrations. she practices of-
ten (probably too much, judging
by her folded callouses and ringi-
ng dreams). appears confident in
herself, and more in the meerkats;
also v nice and mostly easy-going,
keeps quiet about her 'condition'
as Deaf culture slowly revives; sh-
e's afraid to speak too loud in case
it crumbles again. slow at picking
up things from others, mostly con-
centrates on herself and has trou-
ble depending on others wholly.
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