yay testing

#61

08-23-2016, 08:38 PM

OMG thank you reli!!! <3

#62

08-23-2016, 08:52 PM

holy wow these are stunning :O

IT'S SAID SHE'S MADE OF STORM CELLS
AND A WILD WOLF'S HUNGRY HEART,
THAT SHE'S LEARNT THE LIGHTNING'S SECRET
TO RIPPING DARKENED SKIES APART.

#63

08-25-2016, 12:01 AM (This post was last modified: 08-25-2016, 12:02 AM by Reli.)

evenifithurtsmyheartalittlebit
For @Enna and @Erebos c: <333

somewhere only we know—

The Opera ghost really existed. He was not, as was long believed, a creature of the imagination of the artists, the superstition of the managers, or a product of the absurd and impressionable brains of the young ladies of the ballet, their mothers, the box-keepers, the cloak-room attendants or the concierge. Yes, he existed in flesh and blood, although he assumed the complete appearance of a real phantom; that is to say, of a spectral shade.

No one ever sees the Angel; but he is heard by those who are meant to hear him. He often comes when they least expect him, when they are sad and disheartened. Then their ears suddenly perceive celestial harmonies, a divine voice, which they remember all their lives. Persons who are visited by the Angel quiver with a thrill unknown to the rest of mankind. And they can not touch an instrument, or open their mouths to sing, without producing sounds that put all other human sounds to shame. Then people who do not know that the Angel has visited those persons say that they have genius.

Little Christine asked her father if he had heard the Angel of Music. But Daddy Daae shook his head sadly; and then his eyes lit up, as he said:

"You will hear him one day, my child! When I am in Heaven, I will send him to you!"

— Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera

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Code:

<center><table width="730px" height ="300px" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tr><td style="background: #05010a; background-image: url('http://images.helovia.net/index.php/view/57bbb0244794b'); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: bottom; border: 3px solid #000000; border-radius: 300px 0px 300px 0px; box-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #000000;padding-top: 25px; "><div style="width: 730px; height: 50px; background-image: url('http://images.helovia.net/index.php/view/57bbbf1728f04'); background-repeat: no-repeat;"></div><div style="padding-bottom: 30px; padding-left: 80px; padding-right: 30px; font-family: times; font-style: italic; font-size: 11px; text-align: center; color: #5d5683; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #000000; letter-spacing: 6px; line-height: 100%;">somewhere only we know—</div><table align="center" width="550" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tr><center><div style="padding-left: 135px; padding-right: 45px; text-align: justify; color:#504c64; font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 110%;">

Words go here yay!

[color=#8f8db5]"Talk."[/color]

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The Opera ghost really existed. He was not, as was long believed, a creature of the imagination of the artists, the superstition of the managers, or a product of the absurd and impressionable brains of the young ladies of the ballet, their mothers, the box-keepers, the cloak-room attendants or the concierge. Yes, he existed in flesh and blood, although he assumed the complete appearance of a real phantom; that is to say, of a spectral shade.

No one ever sees the Angel; but he is heard by those who are meant to hear him. He often comes when they least expect him, when they are sad and disheartened. Then their ears suddenly perceive celestial harmonies, a divine voice, which they remember all their lives. Persons who are visited by the Angel quiver with a thrill unknown to the rest of mankind. And they can not touch an instrument, or open their mouths to sing, without producing sounds that put all other human sounds to shame. Then people who do not know that the Angel has visited those persons say that they have genius.

Little Christine asked her father if he had heard the Angel of Music. But Daddy Daae shook his head sadly; and then his eyes lit up, as he said:

"You will hear him one day, my child! When I am in Heaven, I will send him to you!"

— Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera

enna & erebos

for you, just you

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Code:

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Words go here yay!

[color=#8f8db5]"Talk."[/color]

</div><div style="padding-top: 35px; padding-bottom: 5px; font-family: times; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 21px; text-align: center; color: #414063; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #000000; letter-spacing: 15px; line-height: 100%;"><font size="5">e</font>nna <font size="3">&</font> <font size="5">e</font>rebos</div><div style="padding-top: 3px; padding-left: 40px; padding-right: 40px; font-family: times; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; color: #5d5683; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #000000; letter-spacing: 6px; line-height: 100%;">for you, just you</div></center></tr></table></center>

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#64

08-25-2016, 04:30 AM

:DDDD Thank you Reli!

#65

08-27-2016, 03:43 AM (This post was last modified: 08-27-2016, 03:44 AM by Reli.)

I saw these lines and I couldn't help but use them ;-;
Hope you like it @Volterra !

awesome vol quote here
dun dun dun

The Opera ghost really existed. He was not, as was long believed, a creature of the imagination of the artists, the superstition of the managers, or a product of the absurd and impressionable brains of the young ladies of the ballet, their mothers, the box-keepers, the cloak-room attendants or the concierge. Yes, he existed in flesh and blood, although he assumed the complete appearance of a real phantom; that is to say, of a spectral shade.

No one ever sees the Angel; but he is heard by those who are meant to hear him. He often comes when they least expect him, when they are sad and disheartened. Then their ears suddenly perceive celestial harmonies, a divine voice, which they remember all their lives. Persons who are visited by the Angel quiver with a thrill unknown to the rest of mankind. And they can not touch an instrument, or open their mouths to sing, without producing sounds that put all other human sounds to shame. Then people who do not know that the Angel has visited those persons say that they have genius.

Little Christine asked her father if he had heard the Angel of Music. But Daddy Daae shook his head sadly; and then his eyes lit up, as he said:

"You will hear him one day, my child! When I am in Heaven, I will send him to you!"

— Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera

volterra

vérzés & vadir

coloring & coding credit

Code:

<center><div style="width: 648px; height: 516px; background-image: url('http://images.helovia.net/index.php/view/57c144adbc8f5'); background-repeat: no-repeat;"></div><div style="width: 648px; background-image: url('http://images.helovia.net/index.php/view/57a6847fc3fc0');"><table width="638px" height ="300px" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tr><td style="background-image: url('http://images.helovia.net/index.php/view/57c1449ee1c31'); background-repeat: no-repeat;"><table align="center" width="550" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tr><center><div style="padding-top: 120px; padding-left: 60px; padding-right: 60px; font-family: times; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; color: #000000; letter-spacing: 6px; line-height: 100%; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: bold;">awesome vol quote here

dun dun dun</div><div style="text-align: justify; color:#222222; padding-top: 20px; padding-left: 45px; padding-right: 45px; font-family: times; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 115%;">

Words go here yay!

[color=#7b0a06]"Talk."[/color]

</div><div style="padding-top: 35px; font-family: times; font-size: 25px; text-align: center; color: #000000; text-shadow: 0px 0px 15px #2a2725; letter-spacing: 21px; line-height: 100%; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: bold;"><font size="6">v</font>olterra</div><div style="font-family: times; font-size: 14px; text-align: center; color: #000000; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #2a2725; letter-spacing: 15px; line-height: 100%; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: bold;">[color=#530f0f]<font size="4">v</font>érzés[/color] & [color=#e0b54e]<font size="4">v</font>adir[/color]</div></center></tr></table></center>

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#66

08-27-2016, 10:47 AM

HOLY SHIT RELI THAT IS STUNNING

thank you so much! <33

[ you can't stray from what you are, you're the closest thing to hell i've seen so far ]
[ use of force/magic on him is permitted aside from death/maiming ]

#67

08-27-2016, 08:36 PM

horus tarkus

History, despite it's wrenching pain, cannot be unlived,

but if faced with courage,

need not be lived again.

The Opera ghost really existed. He was not, as was long believed, a creature of the imagination of the artists, the superstition of the managers, or a product of the absurd and impressionable brains of the young ladies of the ballet, their mothers, the box-keepers, the cloak-room attendants or the concierge. Yes, he existed in flesh and blood, although he assumed the complete appearance of a real phantom; that is to say, of a spectral shade.

No one ever sees the Angel; but he is heard by those who are meant to hear him. He often comes when they least expect him, when they are sad and disheartened. Then their ears suddenly perceive celestial harmonies, a divine voice, which they remember all their lives. Persons who are visited by the Angel quiver with a thrill unknown to the rest of mankind. And they can not touch an instrument, or open their mouths to sing, without producing sounds that put all other human sounds to shame. Then people who do not know that the Angel has visited those persons say that they have genius.

Little Christine asked her father if he had heard the Angel of Music. But Daddy Daae shook his head sadly; and then his eyes lit up, as he said:

"You will hear him one day, my child! When I am in Heaven, I will send him to you!"

— Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera

coloring & coding credit

Code:

<center><div style="width: 650px; height: 22px; background-image: url('http://images.helovia.net/index.php/view/57c232c5aff12'); background-repeat: no-repeat;"></div><div style="width: 650px; background-image: url('http://images.helovia.net/index.php/view/57c232d2775d0');"><table width="650px" height ="300px" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tr><td style="background-image: url('http://images.helovia.net/index.php/view/57c23ab4a025a'); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: bottom;"><table align="center" width="550" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tr><center><div style="padding-top: 15px; font-family: times; font-size: 25px; text-align: center; color: #1c1b1a; text-shadow: 0px 0px 15px #444736; letter-spacing: 21px; line-height: 100%; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: bold;"><font size="6">h</font>orus <font size="6">t</font>arkus</div><div style="font-family: times; font-size: 12px; text-align: center; color: #632e24; letter-spacing: 4px; line-height: 100%;">History, despite it's wrenching pain, cannot be unlived,</div><div style="padding-left: 130px; font-family: times; font-size: 12px; text-align: center; color: #632e24; letter-spacing: 6px; line-height: 100%;">but if faced with [i]courage[/i],</div><div style="padding-bottom: 25px; padding-left: 80px; font-family: times; font-size: 13px; text-align: center; color: #632e24; letter-spacing: 6px; line-height: 100%;">[b]need not be lived again.[/b]</div><div style="text-align: justify; color:#1c1b1a; padding-bottom: 415px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 170px; font-family: times; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 115%;">

Words! Pretty words, posty posty posty. Text here. Text here. Text here. Woo hoo. La da da da blah blah blah. Words! Pretty words, posty posty posty. Text here. Text here. Woo hoo. La da da da blah blah blah. Words! Words! Pretty words, posty posty posty. Text here. Text here. Woo hoo. La da da da blah blah blah. Words! Pretty words, posty posty posty. Text here. Text here. Woo hoo. La da da da blah blah blah.

Words! Pretty words, posty posty posty. Text here. Text here. Woo hoo. Woo hoo. La da da da blah blah blah. Words! Pretty words, posty posty posty. Text here. Text here. Woo hoo. La da da da blah blah blah.

Words! Pretty words, posty posty posty. Text here. Text here. Text here. Woo hoo. La da da da blah blah blah. Words! Pretty words, posty posty posty. Text here. Text here. Woo hoo. La da da da blah blah blah. Words! Words! Pretty words, posty posty posty. Text here. Text here. Woo hoo. La da da da blah blah blah. Words! Pretty words, posty posty posty. Text here. Text here. Woo hoo. La da da da blah blah blah.

Words! Pretty words, posty posty posty. Text here. Text here. Text here. Woo hoo. La da da da blah blah blah. Words! Pretty words, posty posty posty. Text here. Text here. Woo hoo. La da da da blah blah blah. Words! Words! Pretty words, posty posty posty. Text here. Text here. Woo hoo. La da da da blah blah blah. Words! Pretty words, posty posty posty. Text here. Text here. Woo hoo. La da da da blah blah blah.

Words! Pretty words, posty posty posty. Text here. Text here. Woo hoo. Woo hoo. La da da da blah blah blah. Words! Pretty words, posty posty posty. Text here. Text here. Woo hoo. La da da da blah blah blah.

[color=#d9dbd2]"Talk."[/color]

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#68

08-27-2016, 08:39 PM

Oh my goodness! This is fabulous, thank you! :D

#69

08-29-2016, 01:54 AM (This post was last modified: 08-29-2016, 01:54 AM by Reli.)

@Elspeth @Calder

The Opera ghost really existed. He was not, as was long believed, a creature of the imagination of the artists, the superstition of the managers, or a product of the absurd and impressionable brains of the young ladies of the ballet, their mothers, the box-keepers, the cloak-room attendants or the concierge. Yes, he existed in flesh and blood, although he assumed the complete appearance of a real phantom; that is to say, of a spectral shade.

No one ever sees the Angel; but he is heard by those who are meant to hear him. He often comes when they least expect him, when they are sad and disheartened. Then their ears suddenly perceive celestial harmonies, a divine voice, which they remember all their lives. Persons who are visited by the Angel quiver with a thrill unknown to the rest of mankind. And they can not touch an instrument, or open their mouths to sing, without producing sounds that put all other human sounds to shame. Then people who do not know that the Angel has visited those persons say that they have genius.

Little Christine asked her father if he had heard the Angel of Music. But Daddy Daae shook his head sadly; and then his eyes lit up, as he said:

"You will hear him one day, my child! When I am in Heaven, I will send him to you!"

— Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera

calder & elspeth

I cannot possess your soul

without losing my own.

image | coding

Code:

<center><table width="750px" height ="300px" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tr><td style="background: #110e10; background-image: url('http://images.helovia.net/index.php/view/57c3880c1e527'); background-repeat: no-repeat; border: 4px solid #110e10; border-radius: 400px 0px 200px 0px;"><table align="center" width="550" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tr><center><div style="padding-top: 505px; padding-left: 75px; padding-right: 75px; text-align: justify; color:#635161; font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 110%;">

Words go here yay!

[color=#ab8e9b]"Talk."[/color]

</div><div style="padding-top: 30px; padding-bottom: 1px; font-family: times; font-size: 20px; text-align: center; color: #b46861; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #d99c5a; letter-spacing: 15px; line-height: 100%;">calder <font size="2">&</font> elspeth</div><div style="padding-right: 80px; font-family: times; font-size: 11px; text-align: center; color: #8a5056; letter-spacing: 7px; line-height: 100%;">I cannot possess your soul</div><div style="padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 135px; font-family: times; font-size: 13px; text-align: center; color: #8a5056; letter-spacing: 6px; line-height: 100%; font-style: italic;">without losing my own.</div></center></tr></table></center>

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calder & elspeth

I cannot possess your soul

without losing my own.

The Opera ghost really existed. He was not, as was long believed, a creature of the imagination of the artists, the superstition of the managers, or a product of the absurd and impressionable brains of the young ladies of the ballet, their mothers, the box-keepers, the cloak-room attendants or the concierge. Yes, he existed in flesh and blood, although he assumed the complete appearance of a real phantom; that is to say, of a spectral shade.

No one ever sees the Angel; but he is heard by those who are meant to hear him. He often comes when they least expect him, when they are sad and disheartened. Then their ears suddenly perceive celestial harmonies, a divine voice, which they remember all their lives. Persons who are visited by the Angel quiver with a thrill unknown to the rest of mankind. And they can not touch an instrument, or open their mouths to sing, without producing sounds that put all other human sounds to shame. Then people who do not know that the Angel has visited those persons say that they have genius.

Little Christine asked her father if he had heard the Angel of Music. But Daddy Daae shook his head sadly; and then his eyes lit up, as he said:

"You will hear him one day, my child! When I am in Heaven, I will send him to you!"

— Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera

image | coding

Code:

<center><div style="width: 703px; height: 77px; background-image: url('http://images.helovia.net/index.php/view/57c39f70093cd'); background-repeat: no-repeat;"></div><div style="width: 703px; background-image: url('http://images.helovia.net/index.php/view/57c39f7e93de0');"><table width="675px" height ="300px" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tr><td style="background-image: url('http://images.helovia.net/index.php/view/57c39fa99d324'); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: bottom;"><table align="center" width="550" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tr><center><div style="padding-top: 15px; font-family: times; font-size: 18px; text-align: center; color: #d79569; text-shadow: 0px 0px 15px #d78869; letter-spacing: 21px; line-height: 100%; text-transform: uppercase;">calder <font size="2">&</font> elspeth</div><div style="padding-top: 5px; padding-left: 80px; font-family: times; font-size: 12px; text-align: center; color: #cf7063; letter-spacing: 4px; line-height: 100%;">I cannot possess your soul</div><div style="padding-bottom: 30px; padding-left: 150px; font-family: times; font-size: 13px; text-align: center; color: #cf7063; letter-spacing: 6px; line-height: 100%;">[b]without [color=#d99375]losing[/color] my own.[/b]</div><div style="text-align: justify; color:#8c6b7d; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #1b1a2b; padding-bottom: 375px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 180px; font-family: times; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 115%;">

Words! Pretty words, posty posty posty. Text here. Text here. Text here. Woo hoo. La da da da blah blah blah. Words! Pretty words, posty posty posty. Text here. Text here. Woo hoo. La da da da blah blah blah. Words! Words! Pretty words, posty posty posty. Text here. Text here. Woo hoo. La da da da blah blah blah. Words! Pretty words, posty posty posty. Text here. Text here. Woo hoo. La da da da blah blah blah.

Words! Pretty words, posty posty posty. Text here. Text here. Woo hoo. Woo hoo. La da da da blah blah blah. Words! Pretty words, posty posty posty. Text here. Text here. Woo hoo. La da da da blah blah blah.

Words! Pretty words, posty posty posty. Text here. Text here. Text here. Woo hoo. La da da da blah blah blah. Words! Pretty words, posty posty posty. Text here. Text here. Woo hoo. La da da da blah blah blah. Words! Words! Pretty words, posty posty posty. Text here. Text here. Woo hoo. La da da da blah blah blah. Words! Pretty words, posty posty posty. Text here. Text here. Woo hoo. La da da da blah blah blah.

Words! Pretty words, posty posty posty. Text here. Text here. Text here. Woo hoo. La da da da blah blah blah. Words! Pretty words, posty posty posty. Text here. Text here. Woo hoo. La da da da blah blah blah. Words! Words! Pretty words, posty posty posty. Text here. Text here. Woo hoo. La da da da blah blah blah. Words! Pretty words, posty posty posty. Text here. Text here. Woo hoo. La da da da blah blah blah.

Words! Pretty words, posty posty posty. Text here. Text here. Woo hoo. Woo hoo. La da da da blah blah blah. Words! Pretty words, posty posty posty. Text here. Text here. Woo hoo. La da da da blah blah blah.

[color=#d2bcbe]"Talk."[/color]

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#70

08-29-2016, 11:25 AM

-smooches-

THOSE ARE PERFECT THANK YOU <3333

#71

08-29-2016, 06:24 PM

HOLY POOP

Please tag Calder in all posts.
Force & magic are permitted but please check before inflicting severe and/or permanent damage.

Pixel by Sourful

#72

09-01-2016, 08:16 PM

The Opera ghost really existed. He was not, as was long believed, a creature of the imagination of the artists, the superstition of the managers, or a product of the absurd and impressionable brains of the young ladies of the ballet, their mothers, the box-keepers, the cloak-room attendants or the concierge. Yes, he existed in flesh and blood, although he assumed the complete appearance of a real phantom; that is to say, of a spectral shade.

No one ever sees the Angel; but he is heard by those who are meant to hear him. He often comes when they least expect him, when they are sad and disheartened. Then their ears suddenly perceive celestial harmonies, a divine voice, which they remember all their lives. Persons who are visited by the Angel quiver with a thrill unknown to the rest of mankind. And they can not touch an instrument, or open their mouths to sing, without producing sounds that put all other human sounds to shame. Then people who do not know that the Angel has visited those persons say that they have genius.

Little Christine asked her father if he had heard the Angel of Music. But Daddy Daae shook his head sadly; and then his eyes lit up, as he said:

"You will hear him one day, my child! When I am in Heaven, I will send him to you!"

— Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera

it was in my flaws,

I found a much deeper truth

and it is from them I bloom:

a black rose

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Code:

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Words go here yay!

[color=#cfa48a]"Talk."[/color]

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</td></tr></table></div><div style="width: 680px; height: 257px; background-image: url('http://images.helovia.net/index.php/view/57c8d19a54e79'); background-repeat: no-repeat;"><div style="padding-top: 75px; padding-right: 250px; font-family: times; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; color: #761c04; text-shadow: 0px 0px 7px #4d1515; letter-spacing: 6px; line-height: 100%; text-transform: uppercase;">it was in my flaws,</div><div style="padding-top: 1px; padding-left: 150px; font-family: times; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; color: #761c04; text-shadow: 0px 0px 7px #4d1515; letter-spacing: 6px; line-height: 100%; text-transform: uppercase;">I found a much deeper truth</div><div style="padding-top: 4px; font-family: times; font-size: 13px; text-align: center; color: #761c04; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #4d1515; letter-spacing: 7px; line-height: 100%;">and it is from them I bloom:</div><div style="padding-top: 1px; font-family: times; font-size: 13px; text-align: center; color: #761c04; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #4d1515; letter-spacing: 12px; line-height: 100%; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: bold;">a black rose</div></div>

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#73

09-08-2016, 01:56 AM (This post was last modified: 09-08-2016, 01:57 AM by Reli. Edit Reason: tags ._. )

For @Nova and @Dressy !c:

The Opera ghost really existed. He was not, as was long believed, a creature of the imagination of the artists, the superstition of the managers, or a product of the absurd and impressionable brains of the young ladies of the ballet, their mothers, the box-keepers, the cloak-room attendants or the concierge. Yes, he existed in flesh and blood, although he assumed the complete appearance of a real phantom; that is to say, of a spectral shade.

No one ever sees the Angel; but he is heard by those who are meant to hear him. He often comes when they least expect him, when they are sad and disheartened. Then their ears suddenly perceive celestial harmonies, a divine voice, which they remember all their lives. Persons who are visited by the Angel quiver with a thrill unknown to the rest of mankind. And they can not touch an instrument, or open their mouths to sing, without producing sounds that put all other human sounds to shame. Then people who do not know that the Angel has visited those persons say that they have genius.

Little Christine asked her father if he had heard the Angel of Music. But Daddy Daae shook his head sadly; and then his eyes lit up, as he said:

"You will hear him one day, my child! When I am in Heaven, I will send him to you!"

— Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera

Kiuaji

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Words go here yay!

[color=#ffffff]"Talk."[/color]

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The Opera ghost really existed. He was not, as was long believed, a creature of the imagination of the artists, the superstition of the managers, or a product of the absurd and impressionable brains of the young ladies of the ballet, their mothers, the box-keepers, the cloak-room attendants or the concierge. Yes, he existed in flesh and blood, although he assumed the complete appearance of a real phantom; that is to say, of a spectral shade.

No one ever sees the Angel; but he is heard by those who are meant to hear him. He often comes when they least expect him, when they are sad and disheartened. Then their ears suddenly perceive celestial harmonies, a divine voice, which they remember all their lives. Persons who are visited by the Angel quiver with a thrill unknown to the rest of mankind. And they can not touch an instrument, or open their mouths to sing, without producing sounds that put all other human sounds to shame. Then people who do not know that the Angel has visited those persons say that they have genius.

Little Christine asked her father if he had heard the Angel of Music. But Daddy Daae shook his head sadly; and then his eyes lit up, as he said:

"You will hear him one day, my child! When I am in Heaven, I will send him to you!"

— Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera

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Words! Pretty words, posty posty posty. Text here. Text here. Text here. Woo hoo. La da da da blah blah blah. Words! Pretty words, posty posty posty. Text here. Text here. Woo hoo. La da da da blah blah blah. Words! Words! Pretty words, posty posty posty. Text here. Text here. Woo hoo. La da da da blah blah blah. Words! Pretty words, posty posty posty. Text here. Text here. Woo hoo. La da da da blah blah blah.

Words! Pretty words, posty posty posty. Text here. Text here. Woo hoo. Woo hoo. La da da da blah blah blah. Words! Pretty words, posty posty posty. Text here. Text here. Woo hoo. La da da da blah blah blah.

Words! Pretty words, posty posty posty. Text here. Text here. Text here. Woo hoo. La da da da blah blah blah. Words! Pretty words, posty posty posty. Text here. Text here. Woo hoo. La da da da blah blah blah. Words! Words! Pretty words, posty posty posty. Text here. Text here. Woo hoo. La da da da blah blah blah. Words! Pretty words, posty posty posty. Text here. Text here. Woo hoo. La da da da blah blah blah.

[b]"Talk."[/b]

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The Opera ghost really existed. He was not, as was long believed, a creature of the imagination of the artists, the superstition of the managers, or a product of the absurd and impressionable brains of the young ladies of the ballet, their mothers, the box-keepers, the cloak-room attendants or the concierge. Yes, he existed in flesh and blood, although he assumed the complete appearance of a real phantom; that is to say, of a spectral shade.

No one ever sees the Angel; but he is heard by those who are meant to hear him. He often comes when they least expect him, when they are sad and disheartened. Then their ears suddenly perceive celestial harmonies, a divine voice, which they remember all their lives. Persons who are visited by the Angel quiver with a thrill unknown to the rest of mankind. And they can not touch an instrument, or open their mouths to sing, without producing sounds that put all other human sounds to shame. Then people who do not know that the Angel has visited those persons say that they have genius.

Little Christine asked her father if he had heard the Angel of Music. But Daddy Daae shook his head sadly; and then his eyes lit up, as he said:

"You will hear him one day, my child! When I am in Heaven, I will send him to you!"

— Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera

zubari

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Words go here yay!

[color=#bcb6a4]"Talk."[/color]

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#74

09-12-2016, 11:00 PM

OMG RELI THANK YOU !!!!! <3

Please tag Mortuus Nox in all posts
magic & permanent injury is permitted excluding death.

#75

09-14-2016, 12:09 AM (This post was last modified: 09-14-2016, 12:09 AM by Reli. Edit Reason: tags ._. )

@Sarah I know I probably went over board, but what can I say, it's a beautiful manip to work with! c:

The Opera ghost really existed. He was not, as was long believed, a creature of the imagination of the artists, the superstition of the managers, or a product of the absurd and impressionable brains of the young ladies of the ballet, their mothers, the box-keepers, the cloak-room attendants or the concierge. Yes, he existed in flesh and blood, although he assumed the complete appearance of a real phantom; that is to say, of a spectral shade.

No one ever sees the Angel; but he is heard by those who are meant to hear him. He often comes when they least expect him, when they are sad and disheartened. Then their ears suddenly perceive celestial harmonies, a divine voice, which they remember all their lives. Persons who are visited by the Angel quiver with a thrill unknown to the rest of mankind. And they can not touch an instrument, or open their mouths to sing, without producing sounds that put all other human sounds to shame. Then people who do not know that the Angel has visited those persons say that they have genius.

Little Christine asked her father if he had heard the Angel of Music. But Daddy Daae shook his head sadly; and then his eyes lit up, as he said:

"You will hear him one day, my child! When I am in Heaven, I will send him to you!"

— Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera

If you could only understand—through my heart and through my veins

I gave it all,

I'll give again.

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Words go here yay!

[color=#aea7a1]"Talk."[/color]

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The Opera ghost really existed. He was not, as was long believed, a creature of the imagination of the artists, the superstition of the managers, or a product of the absurd and impressionable brains of the young ladies of the ballet, their mothers, the box-keepers, the cloak-room attendants or the concierge. Yes, he existed in flesh and blood, although he assumed the complete appearance of a real phantom; that is to say, of a spectral shade.

No one ever sees the Angel; but he is heard by those who are meant to hear him. He often comes when they least expect him, when they are sad and disheartened. Then their ears suddenly perceive celestial harmonies, a divine voice, which they remember all their lives. Persons who are visited by the Angel quiver with a thrill unknown to the rest of mankind. And they can not touch an instrument, or open their mouths to sing, without producing sounds that put all other human sounds to shame. Then people who do not know that the Angel has visited those persons say that they have genius.

Little Christine asked her father if he had heard the Angel of Music. But Daddy Daae shook his head sadly; and then his eyes lit up, as he said:

"You will hear him one day, my child! When I am in Heaven, I will send him to you!"

— Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera

If you could only understand—through my heart and through my veins

I gave it all,

I'll give again.

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Words go here yay!

[color=#7e7f77]"Talk."[/color]

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The Opera ghost really existed. He was not, as was long believed, a creature of the imagination of the artists, the superstition of the managers, or a product of the absurd and impressionable brains of the young ladies of the ballet, their mothers, the box-keepers, the cloak-room attendants or the concierge. Yes, he existed in flesh and blood, although he assumed the complete appearance of a real phantom; that is to say, of a spectral shade.

No one ever sees the Angel; but he is heard by those who are meant to hear him. He often comes when they least expect him, when they are sad and disheartened. Then their ears suddenly perceive celestial harmonies, a divine voice, which they remember all their lives. Persons who are visited by the Angel quiver with a thrill unknown to the rest of mankind. And they can not touch an instrument, or open their mouths to sing, without producing sounds that put all other human sounds to shame. Then people who do not know that the Angel has visited those persons say that they have genius.

Little Christine asked her father if he had heard the Angel of Music. But Daddy Daae shook his head sadly; and then his eyes lit up, as he said:

"You will hear him one day, my child! When I am in Heaven, I will send him to you!"

— Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera

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devoted

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Words! Pretty words, posty posty posty. Text here. Text here. Text here. Woo hoo. La da da da blah blah blah. Words! Pretty words, posty posty posty. Text here. Text here. Woo hoo. La da da da blah blah blah. Words! Words! Pretty words, posty posty posty. Text here. Text here. Woo hoo. La da da da blah blah blah. Words! Pretty words, posty posty posty. Text here. Text here. Woo hoo. La da da da blah blah blah.

Words! Pretty words, posty posty posty. Text here. Text here. Woo hoo. Woo hoo. La da da da blah blah blah. Words! Pretty words, posty posty posty. Text here. Text here. Woo hoo. La da da da blah blah blah.

Words! Pretty words, posty posty posty. Text here. Text here. Text here. Woo hoo. La da da da blah blah blah. Words! Pretty words, posty posty posty. Text here. Text here. Woo hoo. La da da da blah blah blah. Words! Words! Pretty words, posty posty posty. Text here. Text here. Woo hoo. La da da da blah blah blah. Words! Pretty words, posty posty posty. Text here. Text here. Woo hoo. La da da da blah blah blah.

Words! Pretty words, posty posty posty. Text here. Text here. Text here. Woo hoo. La da da da blah blah blah. Words! Pretty words, posty posty posty. Text here. Text here. Woo hoo. La da da da blah blah blah. Words! Words! Pretty words, posty posty posty. Text here. Text here. Woo hoo. La da da da blah blah blah. Words! Pretty words, posty posty posty. Text here. Text here. Woo hoo. La da da da blah blah blah.

Words! Pretty words, posty posty posty. Text here. Text here. Woo hoo. Woo hoo. La da da da blah blah blah. Words! Pretty words, posty posty posty. Text here. Text here. Woo hoo. La da da da blah blah blah.

[color=#9c8a7b]"Talk."[/color]

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#76

09-14-2016, 08:28 AM

YOU SPOIL ME <33333
Thank you very very much Reli :D I love them all

#77

11-10-2016, 12:28 AM

For @Grusha and @Tae c:

The Opera ghost really existed. He was not, as was long believed, a creature of the imagination of the artists, the superstition of the managers, or a product of the absurd and impressionable brains of the young ladies of the ballet, their mothers, the box-keepers, the cloak-room attendants or the concierge. Yes, he existed in flesh and blood, although he assumed the complete appearance of a real phantom; that is to say, of a spectral shade.

No one ever sees the Angel; but he is heard by those who are meant to hear him. He often comes when they least expect him, when they are sad and disheartened. Then their ears suddenly perceive celestial harmonies, a divine voice, which they remember all their lives. Persons who are visited by the Angel quiver with a thrill unknown to the rest of mankind. And they can not touch an instrument, or open their mouths to sing, without producing sounds that put all other human sounds to shame. Then people who do not know that the Angel has visited those persons say that they have genius.

Little Christine asked her father if he had heard the Angel of Music. But Daddy Daae shook his head sadly; and then his eyes lit up, as he said:

"You will hear him one day, my child! When I am in Heaven, I will send him to you!"

— Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera

Grusha&Tae

in the middle, under a clear blue sky

the sun can only burn for you and i

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Words go here yay!

[color=#f6f4f1]"Talk."[/color]

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#78

11-10-2016, 01:52 AM

the GoldenShade

The Opera ghost really existed. He was not, as was long believed, a creature of the imagination of the artists, the superstition of the managers, or a product of the absurd and impressionable brains of the young ladies of the ballet, their mothers, the box-keepers, the cloak-room attendants or the concierge. Yes, he existed in flesh and blood, although he assumed the complete appearance of a real phantom; that is to say, of a spectral shade.

No one ever sees the Angel; but he is heard by those who are meant to hear him. He often comes when they least expect him, when they are sad and disheartened. Then their ears suddenly perceive celestial harmonies, a divine voice, which they remember all their lives. Persons who are visited by the Angel quiver with a thrill unknown to the rest of mankind. And they can not touch an instrument, or open their mouths to sing, without producing sounds that put all other human sounds to shame. Then people who do not know that the Angel has visited those persons say that they have genius.

Little Christine asked her father if he had heard the Angel of Music. But Daddy Daae shook his head sadly; and then his eyes lit up, as he said:

"You will hear him one day, my child! When I am in Heaven, I will send him to you!"

— Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera

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11-10-2016, 10:37 AM

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#80

11-14-2016, 12:32 AM

For @Rikyn <3

All my life I’ve been searching for something

The Opera ghost really existed. He was not, as was long believed, a creature of the imagination of the artists, the superstition of the managers, or a product of the absurd and impressionable brains of the young ladies of the ballet, their mothers, the box-keepers, the cloak-room attendants or the concierge. Yes, he existed in flesh and blood, although he assumed the complete appearance of a real phantom; that is to say, of a spectral shade.

No one ever sees the Angel; but he is heard by those who are meant to hear him. He often comes when they least expect him, when they are sad and disheartened. Then their ears suddenly perceive celestial harmonies, a divine voice, which they remember all their lives. Persons who are visited by the Angel quiver with a thrill unknown to the rest of mankind. And they can not touch an instrument, or open their mouths to sing, without producing sounds that put all other human sounds to shame. Then people who do not know that the Angel has visited those persons say that they have genius.

Little Christine asked her father if he had heard the Angel of Music. But Daddy Daae shook his head sadly; and then his eyes lit up, as he said:

"You will hear him one day, my child! When I am in Heaven, I will send him to you!"

— Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera

(something never comes)

erebos

never leads to nothing—nothing satisfies

but I’m getting close

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Words go here yay!

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