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feuerthe · 6 years ago
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archived !
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feuerthe · 6 years ago
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archived !
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feuerthe · 6 years ago
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feuerthe · 6 years ago
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feuerthe · 6 years ago
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feuerthe · 6 years ago
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feuerthe · 6 years ago
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Following your new multi before you've launched it problems: getting defensive when you see a tag drop for your oc and not remembering that's your new url, not someone nicking your ideas.
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feuerthe · 6 years ago
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it’s that time of year again, fellas
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feuerthe · 6 years ago
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devilglow‌:
@feuerthe | GIMME THE CAT BASTARD 
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          ‘  …A TALKIN’ CAT?  ’ Don’t mistake the sound of his voice and expression as mocking and exaggeration. By all means, it’s ACTUAL shock. All his time in the business he’s seen things other people cannot even begin to imagine… And this damn cat is the one thing that’s thrown Nero completely out the loop. ‘  What the fuck kinda EDGY ASS CARTOON did YOU come outta from?  ’
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“Some might say the same of you.”  A swirl of orange light brought the Cat eye-to-eye with Nero, leering down at the hunter with a look of cool malice at odds with its terrible, blood-stained grin. “Only half of a half, with the pretense of the whole; perhaps care should be necessitated playing beneath a mask, unless you wish to lose yourself to delight and fakery.”  For a moment, the Cat’s grin pulled wider, an edge of irritation bleeding into the cruel orange of it’s eye. “I’ve heard it is politeness that makes the finer conversation -- now, you’ve heard it.”
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feuerthe · 6 years ago
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    “ would you have them learn of her when fire falls as rain from the sky, burning down their homes and murdering their families when she comes for the future of humanity? ” the question of what is good for her is deftly skirted around like a crack in a pavement winter has no time to trip over. “ how many years has she been a threat? how many years have those small handful of people equipped with the knowledge of her existence failed to defeat her? change is what is needed, aras. generations come and go, and you will still be here to see them rise and fall. would you have that loop of failure go on endlessly, or watch us try? ” 
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And you will still be here. The words crashed over the tiger, all softened plea and gentle heart driven from his countenance in favour of a slack blankness, a cold and terrible nothing with ice at its heart. Guilt touched at the edges of Aras’ expression as his lips thinned, pressed together, silent. Too focused had he been on the present, on the strife of the cubs beneath his care, to consider the chance he might live on, that this war might become only a ripple on the surface of his life. He could survive, and who would there be to speak of this legacy, of this burning unfairness that corralled every decision?
The tight muscle of his chest, the warning twinge with every breath, said it would not be him, but Aras would not tell Winter that.
Brow heavy with thought, the tiger turned his gaze away, white tail swaying lightly behind him. “She has been a threat for too long.” he hedged, a gentle agreement. “Even before I met Ruby, she was a danger to the world I was to play a part to protect. But this--” his lip pulled back in half a snarl -- not at Winter, but at the damned nature of it all -- his face twisting with anguish. “--this should not be the way. If we are to tell everyone of her, it can only incite panic; panic that will bring the Grimm. Civilians will not act as soldiers, and then you will have a war on two fronts.” A sigh came then, heavy, terrible. Something ancient passed behind the gold of the spirit’s eyes; something closer to the truth of the beast, not the man he played at being. “Forgive me, please. I do not mean to offer only more problems and no answers.” The white tail lashed against the air, devoid of the tiger’s usual composure, agitated. “For all I have lived and seen, I cannot help but feel useless in all this. No matter what we might achieve, it feels only as though we play further into her hands.”
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feuerthe · 6 years ago
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                    ❝  —  normally  i’m  inclined  to  say  no  showboating,  but  that  was  an  IMPRESSIVE  shot.❞    @feuerthe​   (M. RAWSON)   |  ♥ 
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“Expect nothin’ else, mate.” Already Mick could feel Coop’s cringe in his soul, the burning of traditional convention and protocol fluttering like ash around him. Still, Hotch felt too personal, Agent too unlike him. Hefting the weight of the rifle in his arm, the agent set about a swift disassembly of the feet and barrel. A crooked smirk pulled at the edge of his mouth. “Didn’t get here on puff and bluster alone. Coop’s not in the business of bullshit.” 
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feuerthe · 6 years ago
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    “ spare me your judgment, i have made my choice. ”  
@feuerthe​ / starter call. 
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“I am not judging your decision, Winter, but his.” A tenuous difference, but Aras could not find it within himself to cast a scornful eye upon any so corralled by order and expectation -- those who corralled, who controlled, however, were fair game. It sat ill with the spirit that Atlas’ grand plan was so terribly reckless, so entrenched in the belief that all would respond to the truth with the soldier way, civilian or not. Already the words of Jacques sat a burr beneath his skin, and now the blinded Ironwood...it seemed Winter alone could be trusted in cold Atlas. Aras turned his head, a bid to better see, to better implore, Winter in his one good eye. “Is this what is truly best for the world?” The thought of the woman alone, devoid of all comfort, burned in the pit of his stomach. “Is this what is best for you?”
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feuerthe · 6 years ago
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brief update: likely to still be on hiatus for A While. considering moving blogs to be free of the clutter and now-defunct tag drops for muses no longer here – please click this poll and vote for all the muses you want to see carried over.
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feuerthe · 6 years ago
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Hi there! My name is Tammy and I’m a 20 year old university student in England. I am, like any student, seriously in debt but I now owe my bank £500 which I cannot pay back in cleared funds and if I can’t do so, after Christmas they will begin charging me and this is now my top priority. With Christmas coming up and myself needing to go home, I cannot afford it and it’s looking unlikely I’ll be making it back in time. You don’t have to donate if you don’t want to as I don’t have anything to offer in return (but friendship and maybe some one shots of your ships if wanted!) but a reblog would be super, super helpful. My paypal is [email protected]. I am also able to send proof of the message and my bank account balance if you want to see it before donating. Anything helps. Even a penny. I hate to even ask this. Thank you so, so much.
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feuerthe · 6 years ago
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mindlaw‌:
(  @feuerthe​  /  for rawson.  )
           “   you … are SO annoying. .   “   hand slams over the case file stopping him from taking it. there’s a tension there, settled somewhere as his gaze moves from her eyes to lips to, she stops herself and makes certain that her expression attempts not to change. but she’s a bit distracted suddenly too. it frustrates her, and she lets go of the file and squints at him. 
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 “  can you focus yourself on finishing this report ? or should i go find a spatula to pick your jaw up off the floor ? “
“I prefer endearingly charming.” A japer’s grin lofted the agent’s lips, cheeks crinkled with abrasive humour. Hours spent chasing paperwork, hounding every finer detail until all but the most intimately personal details lay neatly catalogued, corralled into the FBI’s hungering files, were no man’s ideal evening spent, and so Mick had resolved to find his own entertainment, buried between the silence and the ink. Prentiss, for all she claimed to be a mediator, a level head, had always given spectacular, incendiary, reactions to his idle banter -- Coop was liable to be given an earful tomorrow, a just punishment in Prentiss’ world for inflicting hours of Mick Rawson on her personal time.
He’d better enjoy it while it lasted, he thought.
Though his keen and searching gaze wandered idly over Emily’s form, there was no hunger there; no ravenous desire to have and to hold. Only a tense sort of yearning, heady and consuming for its sweetness, held tight at the edge of his jaw, pressing flat the flesh of his tongue. There was no denying Emily was an attractive woman, but so too was there no denying she could feed him his teeth should he press any further. Better the charged and flirting banter -- she could hardly lash out with only words. 
The file secured within his grip, Mick paid it no mind. He would finish it, in time, but an easy-won victory paled in comparison to the crown of badgering Prentiss yet more.
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“And if I finish this report, what’re you gonna do? Stare longingly from afar? Can’t say I blame you, if you like the view.”
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feuerthe · 6 years ago
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“ not really — what i expected. ” ( * is speaking with @feuerthe​
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“Not at all?” Much of the child bled into Zack’s words, more a boy of seventeen summers wrought in hopeless adoration and too many questions than the weapon ShinRa had forged him to be. The SOLDIER’s shoulders drooped, near-abased with Aerith’s simple words -- what sensible thought had corralled all action into presenting a flower seller with flowers for herself? Held too-delicately in gloved hands was a small bunch of wildflowers -- not so pretty as Aerith’s own blooms, and more than a little beaten about the edges, but a humble gift nonetheless. “No one’s ever given you flowers before?”
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feuerthe · 6 years ago
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all blogs (see this post) are low activity for the foreseeable future.
the long and short of it is: i’ve just moved internationally not 6 weeks ago, hit the ground running and haven’t stopped. i’ve been attending classes to try and get better employment opportunities, trying and failing to find a job, and learning to drive in the process, as well as trying to build up the courage to come out to my parent as trans. i’ve had three stress-related breakdowns since i’ve gotten here and while i still want to be here, i physically do not have the brain power to write to the standards i want.
tldr; life hard, word machine broke.
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