CLOSED | au | SHADOWS
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shadows | A U there are two great houses at collinwood. one alive with the present and the other slowly decaying, filled with the dead memories of the past. |
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shadows | A U there are two great houses at collinwood. one alive with the present and the other slowly decaying, filled with the dead memories of the past. |
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the hand of the king | A U i promised i would listen. that's what i did. |
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prompt nine | R O A D T R I P prompt style. you're in a car. good luck with that. |
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prompt eight | R U I N dressing-room style. closed to rog. |
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prompt seven | A R T H U R prompt style. start your own thread. leave an image, a quote, anything. receive arthur. open to pre-canon, au, crossover, whatever you can come up with. |
prompt six | D E M O N S be careful in casting out your devil ‘lest you cast out the best thing about you. ( friedrich nietzsche ) |
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meme one | I N B O X the inbox meme. text message. email or im. straight to voicemail. update your facebook status. pass a note during class. slip a letter under a door. send a raven. leave a post-it. packages from mumbai. a thousand paper cranes. post method and recipient (when relevant). this meme is not verse specific. be creative. open to all. |
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prompt five | E N D I N G S dressing-room style. start your own thread. tag others. wash, rinse, repeat. open to all. |
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prompt four | T E M P T A T I O N dressing-room style. start your own thread. tag others. wash, rinse, repeat. open to all. |
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prompt three | P A I N dressing-room style. start your own thread. tag others. wash, rinse, repeat. open to all. |
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prompt two | L O V E And what you can never know from the beginning is how hard or how long you'll love something; how even when it is gone the love will chase you down, loping like dark flame through your blood. — Some lies are love. — Love blurs your vision; but after it recedes, you can see more clearly than ever. It's like the tide going out, revealing whatever's been thrown away and sunk: broken bottles, old gloves, rusting pop cans, nibbled fishbodies, bones. This is the kind of thing you see if you sit in the darkness with open eyes, not knowing the future. The ruin you've made. |
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usurpers of the vale | A U as high as honor. family duty honor. winter is coming. the north forgets. move or be moved. SANSA STARK IS MISSING ROBB STARK IS DEAD PETYR BAELISH IS MERCIFUL |
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prompt one | R A I N I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain - and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane. |