deviliscr

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hi

havent rly been feeling tumblr/im on hiatus on my main for a little rn 

but i still kiiinda wanna do something on here at some point even tho i dont rly know what to do w this blog (lol) so i might clean some stuff up and see how that fits me

dunno!

my discord is  li#1234

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also. also. muses i wanna add... 

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‘ we weren’t just pretend . ’ louis im booboo fool

happiness begins.  /  accepting.  /  @deviliscr

Louis is so good.  Soma knows.  So did Cruz.  He is warm and loving and good, good, good, full - to - bursting with love and gentleness and unfathomable selfishness.  The selfless kind of selfishness that leads a boy to refuse a girl’s desperate wish to die.  The sick kind of selfishness that leads a man to allow a lover to reconstruct themselves in a dead god’s image.  Both rooted in love, and goodness, and yet neither loving or good.

Soma wonders if that is their fault.  They wonder if it was Cruz’s.  To allow a good man to be so loving that he became less - than - good.  Was it selfish, to ask him to kill her?  Was it selfish, to remake themselves so that he could love them?

Maybe.  Soma’s sorry.  For him.  For themselves, too.

Soma loves Cruz, because they can do nothing but love and love and try to be loved.  They wish it was her, here, instead of them.  Louis would be happier, and Cruz would deserve it more.  But Soma is here, and they are selfish and loving and good, just like Louis is and just like Cruz was, and they are in love, and Soma is good at not thinking much beyond that.

“I know you weren’t,” Soma says, misunderstanding, or perhaps understanding too well.  “You and Cruz were real.  She loved you with all of her.”  Soma knows, because she loves him with all of her, too, and it feels almost the same for them as it had for Cruz.  Cruz’s love was different because Cruz is different (  a comfort, if nothing else, that there IS A SOMA AT ALL  ) but it is the same pitch, the same intensity.  A different hue.  Two hearts loving him inside this body.  Cacophonous, but right.  Loving him will always be right.

“I love you with all of me.”  Their hands are still around his waist, their cheek pressed to chest.  They are not sad, but they are not happy.  “I’m sorry that I’m not real like she was.”

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quit your job, join my boy band

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when louis agrees to take you to mickey ds

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"Louis, stop being transphobic, you're scaring the hoes."

“ Stop this utter nonsense right now. I bought a pink blue and white lunchbox with matching “trans rights!” buttons to put on it just to show my support, but I still have my target receipt right here and I’m not afraid to use it. Also, the hoes should be scared of me. I am the alpha-hoe. Code Vein 2 is releasing in 2025, I know this because my deceased father worked at Bandai Namco. ”

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we irritating…

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im gonna be focusing on @champselegy​ for the day —— the few outstanding things i have here i think i’ll get done as well but for the most part that’s where the dash activity will be ! 

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“Heya! Would anyone like to have the experience of a lifetime? I can’t elaborate until you say yes.”

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@sunshalf​ / ??? A HERO? ;

“And scram, jerk!”  Ugh —— this is such a nice block and then BITCH - ASS BRAD always has to make it weird.  If he doesn’t stop catcalling ——— luckily, he’s TERRIFIED OF AUGUST, so when they’d caught sight of him bugging some POOR GIRL from their window, they’d only been too happy to leap out of said window and parkour climb down the building, shouting threats the whole time, and he’d had to the good sense to bolt before they even hit the ground.  August jogs to meet the other, head tilting, grinning warm.  “Hey, sorry about him.  He’s a prick, but he’s a scaredy cat.  Threaten him once and he’ll run.”  (  or, in birdie’s case, beat him with a tree branch.  )  “You okay?”

This wasn’t normal. The catcalling, or the record speed at which someone came to her rescue for said catcalling? You decide. Mia had been discomfited by the bugging (and lack of comprehension when it came to the word no) coming from the young man, though she would’ve just as easily shrugged him off or done worse herself if he didn’t get it through his thick head that she wanted nothing to do with him. It was broad daylight nonetheless, which just made the whole situation more perplexing ; her own inhibition all the more palpable. Maybe that was this dick’s plan, presuming that Mia wouldn’t kick up a fuss because of it due to the time of day—— he was under the wrong impression, but it’s not like she would’ve needed to. Someone seemed raring to go way before she could even get a word in herself.

And before that somebody could make it over here (again, in record speed,) the jerk had retreated. Definitely seemed like there was some history behind that reaction, but then again, Mia figured it would be best to put that aside for now ; in favor of the present.

“Um...! Yes, thank you...” she nods her head shyly. “I’m alright. I didn’t-- I’m not from around here, obviously- so...” smoothing down her dress, ( and taking the time to allow just the slightest root of doubt snake in before gnashing it ; ) Mia’s eyes flicker down at the pavement before returning the stranger’s eyecontact.

“I didn’t know I’d run into any trouble. I’m just glad my little brother wasn’t around to see that, that’s for sure.”

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@envyfated​ :  ⏳ - open you binch  (open!)

“I wish I could recall my own past before what happened... happened, but I——  wouldn’t be able to remember enough to articulate it well, let alone give a cohesive retelling. It’s too difficult to be within my depth of explanation.

Last I remember- the same goes for Mia as well- we’d awakened upon a successful necromancy rite. I do remember the details of that ugly scene quite... vividly, but I’ll spare you the details since it doesn’t add anything to my point. The point of the matter is that I’m a memory-less, living-dead abomination among a mass of others who’re the same, I was created for some monumental purpose that I’ve yet to unravel, and while the monastery has been very accommodating for my hiding and continued research, I... really hope that my and Mia’s being here doesn’t inhibit the students in any way. The last I’d want is for the very truth of our origins to cause innocent people to repeat the same fate as us- or just cause any difficulty for that matter.

Even the sparse few who know of our true background have been very kind—— overwhelmingly so. I really don’t want this generosity to be the downfall of anyone. I’m sure Mia would feel just the same. We aren’t meant to be alive in the first place, let alone impose... the last thing we’d want is for our existence to cause additional grief in such a dangerous time.”

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@queenstyped​ :  ⏳bro (open!)

“I grew up in a teeeeny little Plegian children’s home on the prairie when I was a baby, but... it would’ve been a preeetty miserable life if I hadn’t had the company of all the neat critters outside! I didn’t even have any books to read from then--(heck, couldn’t even read for quite some time-) but it was thanks to having access to nature that I had a place to get away! A lot of times I wish I’d just get lost in the woods forever, nya-ha! Ahhh, I had this really cool friend who’d always come and see me too... called the ol’ scamp wolf-wolf... man, that really brings me back...”

“When I came back to the village one day, I saw that someone had gotten their disgusting hands on his maw-- could you believe? All those idiots standing around his carcass like a bunch of statues as if that would help-- and I kept asking who did it? Who did it? Who did it? An’ no matter how loud I yelled, no one would give me an answer. I had to avenge him somehow, so I killed all of the people in the square that day.

...It was just some cruddy little place by the coast, no culture whatsoever- so it’s not like anyone would’ve cared. If anything, I was doin’ the government a big favor without even realizing it! (-Not like I care about politics or anything though, hehe.)”

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For every “⏳” I receive, my muse will openly talk about a bit of their backstory.

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@flrepuer​ :  ❝ excuse me, do you have the time ? ❞ model asks, hand running through ebony. striking green hues rest 'pon crimson, brow arching.

Regardless of the truth, Louis only briefly considers the man’s demeanor before complying. “Sure. What do you need?”

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. envyfated * annette : if most of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold ‚ it would be a merrier world.

. envyfated * ingrid : there is a stubbornness about you that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others.

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@venomvice​ / ??? ;

         “didn’t mean to sneak up on you.” she’s used to her footsteps falling hard enough to alert just about whoever’s in earshot, but the grasses here pad the sound. “am i interrupting something important?”

Of course Mia had been floundering about, what with how clumsily she tried to carry the axes and polearms to their stands in hulking bundles. It wasn’t the wisest decision- especially for her- but she was in a rush to get her chores done as quickly as possible so that she could move on to her more time-consuming tasks, like... brooding. And studying. 

And the fact that she’d been alone had gave her enough reason to be more unkempt, so to see that that had been a large overshoot on her part was enough to make her jump and drop her pile onto the dirt.

“N...no. It’s just my turn to clean up, but my partner had to go on a sortie. So... I’m doing this myself,” Mia explains, brows upturned. “That’s all. I didn’t mean to cause any disruption. My apologies.”

Returning to her busywork, she easily picks up the weapons without much trouble weight-wise- as a student training and combat ought to- but the longer armaments were what caused trouble in ample amounts ; see, what she lacked in height made it troublesome to handle armfuls of spears and axes- completely ignoring how dangerous her method was, for that matter. She seemed to pay more mind to her next attempt at making it work, only returning Catarina a cursory glance.