War is cruelty. There is no use trying to reform it. The crueler it is, the sooner it is over.
Hmnn. I’m not sure what it’s called?
Does it matter?
♛ The Faerie Queen Maeve ♛
"To me 'tis given the wonders of the human world to keep;
the secrets of the immeasurable past..."
❧ Indie canon character from mythology/history.
❧ 10+ years of RP experience, 2+ on Tumblr. (semi-selective)
❧ Crossover and OC friendly.
❧ Mainly para and multi-para, but open to short threads & gif/icon chat.
❧ Maeve can easily fit into most fandoms regardless of time period.
❧ —— Mun and muse are 21+ and blog will be NSFW.
Sorry for the slow replies and rps. Busy offline and just kind of too emotionally exhausted for tumblr right now.
I kind of want to reblog that record-you-reading-something-if-you-get-ten-reads meme.
But I’m from California. That’s not a terribly interesting accent. Plus I have no idea what I’d read.
I’m from Canada. I don’t have an accent that I know aboot. It’s totes cool. It’s just to get the sweet, succulent sound of your sexy voice :D
Nah I hate having a Cali accent. Especially a valley one lmao
Discourse with Flowers by Lisa Sorgini
He watched her with interest, green eyes following her hands in the bag. “Have you? I don’t recall being published in one.” Malik murmured curiously, scrunching his nose momentarily as he dismissed her question.
"Then you’ve never posed for another photographer?" She pulled out a card too with her business number and address to the shop. "I’d love to snap a few photos of you, if you don’t mind?"
Taking the card in hand, he squinted at the arrangement of numbers and letters—her name. Where’s her name? Oh. How interesting. Another grin split on his face and he looked up and let the card disappear into a pocket. “A simple request, go ahead.” Malik replied, knowing full well she would at most only get one photo out of him. He’d only let himself show up for one, just to mess with her.