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Mageheart

roleplaying is my platonic love language

  • Archive Re: A House with Many Doors

    "Can you paraphrase?" he asked. "I can't let you in until I'm sure I can protect everyone here. I don't want them to be harmed because I made the wrong ...

    Feb 15, 2018
  • Archive Re: Camp Pheligian

    Could you be excused from a prison camp on parole? Maahes dismally wondered, staring blankly at the wall across from him. He had taken to sitting on the floor rather ...

    Feb 15, 2018
  • Archive Re: The Styx Experience

    His mind was still reeling from the words the man had uttered, but he managed a hesitant nod. "I have a cut in my side," he explained. He gave a ...

    Feb 15, 2018
  • Archive Re: The Ruins

    He sighed. It was quieter than most sighs, but it was one all of the same. Thinking about the things he couldn't change left him with a heavy, unshakable feeling. ...

    Feb 15, 2018
  • Archive Re: A House with Many Doors

    Maahes nodded in agreement, only remembering afterwards that Auryon was unable to see the reaction. "We need to know more than that," he said. Seeing that the other conversation had ...

    Feb 15, 2018
  • Archive Re: Camp Pheligian

    When I get a chance to, I'm going to write a post for this. It looks really good!

    Feb 15, 2018
  • Archive Re: The Styx Experience

    It's okay! I didn't do a good job of explaining it. "You're not scared of me?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. He wasn't human. He knew he ...

    Feb 15, 2018
  • Archive Re: The Styx Experience

    He's not technically bleeding. The stuff that spirits are made up of, essence, isn't like blood - it's a weird gelatinous substance. I think the bandages would just look wet ...

    Feb 15, 2018
  • Archive Re: The Styx Experience

    Apparently I wasn't subscribed to this, so I kept waiting for people to post. Whoops! Now I'm subscribed, though, so I should get notifications. It was difficult maintaining his guise. ...

    Feb 15, 2018
  • Archive Re: The Ruins

    Why couldn't I be a human? he wondered, nonexistent heart heavy. He had wandered this realm of existence for so long that it had become more of a home than ...

    Feb 15, 2018
  • Archive Re: A House with Many Doors

    He mulled over what she had said. "How are you in control now?" he asked, still keeping his voice low.

    Feb 15, 2018
  • Archive Re: The Ruins

    The word stung. He ducked his head even further down, digging through his bag with even more focus than before. He bit his lip. The word shouldn't have hurt. It ...

    Feb 14, 2018
  • Archive Re: A House with Many Doors

    "Is there anything we can do to help?" he asked, rephrasing his question. Whoever Raphael was certainly a good start, but Raphael wasn't there. It was just them. Unless he ...

    Feb 14, 2018
  • Archive Re: Hell in a Handbasket

    "Chi?" he questioned. The term sounded familiar, though he couldn't recall the meaning.

    Feb 14, 2018
  • Archive Re: The Styx Experience

    I think I'll hop into this neat little roleplay, seeing that two of my favorite roleplayers are already in it. c: Essence spilled out of a wide gash in his ...

    Feb 14, 2018


Russets and tangerine shades of old gold flushing the very outside edge of the senses ... deep shining ochres, burnt umber and parchments of baked earth—reflecting on itself and through itself, filtering the light.
— Guildenstern (Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead by Tom Stoppard)