death of the moth

stormfallen — Mon, 18 Apr 2011 20:34:07 GMT

name ✧ enzel
aim ✧ terra in pyjamas

Dejana | the sage
Idris Pendalion | the child-god
Rhys | the broken man

Others: (still looking for PBS)

Rin
Aina
Gavin
Moira
Nia
Brianna

blizzardseason — Sat, 16 Apr 2011 19:57:56 GMT

blizzardseason — Sun, 20 Feb 2011 01:54:57 GMT

metaphand — Sat, 19 Feb 2011 02:50:55 GMT

❥ metaphand ➷ haru
❥ aim ➷ xeroxedflare

	21 / M vessel chronic liar
SEPTEMBER AISLIN
	22 / F the witch's daughter collector of fairytales
ESHE ANKA
	X / F vessel the knife
ASSUMPTA BÁIRBRE

thanoodles — Wed, 26 Jan 2011 18:23:29 GMT

necklaces — Tue, 11 Jan 2011 00:19:29 GMT

welcome to the rainforest.
it's hot, it's humid, and all
are reminded not to feed
the jaguar (particularly not
with yourself).

a memory left

candlejack — Wed, 05 Jan 2011 01:34:48 GMT

this city is dead

blizzardseason — Fri, 31 Dec 2010 17:16:50 GMT

a mothdeath post

blizzardseason — Wed, 15 Dec 2010 04:44:11 GMT

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blizzardseason — Sat, 11 Dec 2010 16:24:44 GMT

when will it be over?

candlejack — Mon, 06 Dec 2010 03:13:06 GMT

sovereigngray — Sat, 27 Nov 2010 19:17:11 GMT

did you really think you could hide forever?

wasn't it

candlejack — Thu, 25 Nov 2010 01:49:05 GMT

thanoodles — Mon, 22 Nov 2010 22:30:30 GMT

nothing is real anymore

how nauseating

blizzardseason — Tue, 16 Nov 2010 23:00:09 GMT

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foursuit — Mon, 27 Sep 2010 00:36:11 GMT

You should put them in a cage. The beggars and the vagrants and the ones we fight against. The people we disagree with. The ones who look or sound different from us. The neighbours who talk about us. Let's put the whole god damn world in a cage. Until the walls enclose it all. And only we are left on the outside.

there there

deer_eyed — Wed, 22 Sep 2010 22:22:47 GMT

the first day of autumn

A brief flare of perfect white: the second inflection point. Summer, to summer's bloom, to summer's end. Father, daughter, and mother, gathered together in one place to pass the crystal scepter from hand to hand to hand. Cold creeps in beneath the door, the musk of decaying leaves spices the air, sleep comes earlier: Lydia's warm hand on the back of your neck lulling you in quiet. The cervid goddess has a soft voice as she sings her season in to swing.

A timid-looking woman with long brown hair, warm red lips, and eyes the color of a fawn's hide begins the work of loving putting the world to rest before the winter is to come.

blizzardseason — Wed, 15 Sep 2010 22:34:44 GMT

you clearly need cake on your face

blizzardseason — Fri, 10 Sep 2010 21:55:01 GMT

✮ comment as your character.
✮ reply to other characters.
✮ smoosh cake in their face.
✮ react accordingly.
✮ make friends... or not...
✮ :D happy friday!!!

bled_so — Mon, 06 Sep 2010 17:35:13 GMT

fluffycurse — Sat, 04 Sep 2010 18:20:42 GMT

i hope you don't have hayfever.

thanoodles — Tue, 31 Aug 2010 00:23:56 GMT

something slowly approaches.

thanoodles — Sat, 28 Aug 2010 03:30:52 GMT

You're in the middle of the woods surrounding a big magical castle.
TIME TO EXPLORE WHO KNOWS WHAT YOU WILL FIND
(magical stuff)