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Anyway I hope everybody is staying safe and healthy ♥

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Hiatus

My mental health isn’t getting better as quickly as I thought it would, so I’m not sure if/when I’ll be coming back. I may have to adjust my medication and that could take… a while. The state of the country/world right now isn’t helping either, so right now all I’m focusing on is the fact that the new Animal Crossing comes out next week and I’m gonna play the heck out of that. I can’t say anything beyond that for sure.

My personal is @annachibi and my AC blog is @gaiacrossing if anybody wants to keep in touch via those. I’ve really enjoyed RPing with all of you and I’ve made many friends that I definitely want to keep! This blog won’t be going anywhere in case I ever want to return to it. I also still have 3 replies left in queue if anybody cares at this point; I’ve just forwarded them to the top so they’ll all be posted in the next few days

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all  was  golden  when  the  day  met  the  night.

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Shooting Dogs (2005)

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Envy flushed through Schofield, a longing pang inside him to have what the other did, more days that were good than bad. It was a sin he knew like an old friend. Stealing himself, he reached for a fry, hoping to hide his emotions from the other. “Like building a rickety dam, only to have the water spill through the cracks… it just gets worse, as you said,” he analogized with an understanding nod. “I feel as though I know most people who deal with things that way.” Bringing the fry up to his lips, he stared down at it for a second before chomping down on it. At Russel’s words he suddenly became aware of how salty the fries were, his mouth feeling dry. Talking. A method everyone had thrown at him. Go to a therapist, a psychiatrist, attend a group therapy for soldiers… He’d looked into all those things, but had yet to cave and actually go. It was hard to relive your past through memories, but even worst to say it out loud. Makes it real. Losing Blake, holding him in your arms as he takes his last breath… His eyes misted at the thought and he quickly turned away, fighting to keep control of the dam. “Um. Company is nice. Yours is appreciated,” he responded quietly, gaze on the fry as he twirled it between his fingers. “I’m grateful you’ve shown me an insight into your coping mechanism, might be useful for me in the future. Do - ” The sentence broke off as he finally glanced over at Russel and the dam in his mind splintered, a voice, possibly Blake’s telling him to open up before he burst… “Have you ever lost someone?” he asked, eyes darting away when it registered what he’d said. Shit. Of course Russel had probably lost someone, everyone on the planet had dealt with death in some way or another. “I – I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have asked.”

"Yeah, exactly. Or the old exploding bottle metaphor,” said Russel. He didn’t tend to explode, but he did sometimes bottle up and then only let things pour out when he was sure no one would notice. He wasn’t sure that was the best method, since it seemed his bottle filled up pretty quickly that way. At least he had his mother to cry to when it all got to be too much.

Russel didn’t know a whole lot about Schofield beyond the basics, only knew he’d been in the military but nothing more than that. He figured it was a military type thing to be tight-lipped about what you did in service of your country. Loud mouths were often liars or just plain jerks. It was one thing to be proud of being a veteran. It was another thing to go around making sure everyone you met knew it.

Green eyes flicking between the tv screen and the other man, he wondered if he was actually going to say something. When he finally did, the tv was forgotten. Schofield looked away, but Russel stared at his face, realizing the depth of this “bad day.”

“It’s fine. But... No, not really,” he said softly. “I mean, my grandparents, and pets, but that’s not the kind of loss you mean, is it? People don’t generally start off like that if they’re going to talk about their childhood dog.”

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Sorren ran a hand through his hair as he realized he was being loud and probably frightening the poor girl. If she could sense these things as some sort of ability, then it wasn’t really any malice on her part that she’d found him out. He could cut her a little slack.

Maybe he’d been away from people for too long this time.

“Sorry, I... No, I was born human. Lived as one for about twenty years, too, but then I was made a slave and turned. And then I joined the rebellion to become free.” He sighed, shaking his head. “It was a long time ago.”

@riftmeanewverse​ ~ {Continued}: Esther De Groot

Being a Chime Hour, you already knew what was normal and what wasn’t. Somethings were obvious, like ghosts, but others were harder to spot, like werewolves or lycans. Yes, she did look like a vampire, but Esther could only dream. It was just makeup to make her look more pale than the average Brit. 

As a Chime Hour, dark magic or poisons don’t work on your body- just makes you a little sick for a few hours. Vampire and lycan infections included. Still, Esther was able to put the pieces together and was now curious. Didn’t expect him to be so mad. She froze, after backing herself into a wall and just let him rant.

“Okay, I get it,” she said with a breathless tone. “And no. I’ve never met anyone like me.” Outside of books that is. Amazing how many fail to get basic folklore down, but Esther did have questions. “Were you born a lycan, Sir?”

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Russel keeps rubbing her back, frowning in sympathy as he listened to her. The play was a big thing for the school and the drama program. Even he had tried out for a part just for the fun of it, but he wasn’t good enough to get a role. He shook his head, brown curls falling around his green eyes.

“It’s basically just a popularity contest, anyway,” he tried to reassure her. “You’ll have plenty of opportunities once you get out of this town and out somewhere where people actually have taste.”

@riftmeanewverse​  said:  ▨ : rubbing their back to calm them down when they’re upset (Russel!)

“  yeah,  i  know  i  shouldn’t  be  THIS  upset.  “  beverly  recognizes  that  right  off  the  bat  and she  hates being  vulnerable  or  even  showcasing  any  sort  of  emotion  that  separated  her  from  people.  right  now  all  she  feels  is  a  deep  melancholy  feeling  in  her  stomach,  casting  came  back  and  part  of  casting  was  set  design  and  beverly  didn’t  seem  to  make  the  cut,  she  feels  tears  in  her  eyes  just  at  the  thought  of  not  being  able  to   display  her  talents  to  the  world  or  school  again,  she  really  tried  hard  to  show  them  she  was  worthy  for  such  a  production, “  how  the  fuck  am  i  supposed  to  get  experience  if  no  one  will  hire  me,  russell?  “  there’s  tears  in  her  eyes  again,  though  him  rubbing  her  back  does  make  her  feel  a  tiny  bit  better.

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Hiatus

My mental health isn’t getting better as quickly as I thought it would, so I’m not sure if/when I’ll be coming back. I may have to adjust my medication and that could take… a while. The state of the country/world right now isn’t helping either, so right now all I’m focusing on is the fact that the new Animal Crossing comes out next week and I’m gonna play the heck out of that. I can’t say anything beyond that for sure.

My personal is @annachibi and my AC blog is @gaiacrossing if anybody wants to keep in touch via those. I’ve really enjoyed RPing with all of you and I’ve made many friends that I definitely want to keep! This blog won’t be going anywhere in case I ever want to return to it. I also still have 3 replies left in queue if anybody cares at this point; I’ve just forwarded them to the top so they’ll all be posted in the next few days

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PSA

If you ever see someone who writes a character you love and they write them well… tell them. Like someone’s writing? Tell them. Like the way someone’s muse is being portrayed? Tell them. Do you enjoy a muses’ head canons? Tell them. Do you enjoy seeing someone’s creativity and writing on your dashboard? Tell them. Do you enjoy seeing someone on your dashboard no matter what? Tell them

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More often not, it is really appreciated when someone hears things about their writing and makes them feel appreciated. A simple message can have such a lasting impact and turn someone’s day around. Speak now, spread love.

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psa | there will be times ...

— there will be times where you simply CANNOT log on; there will be times where you just don’t have the muse; there will be times where you’ve LOST your muse; there will be times where real life takes you away from here, but DO NOT FEEL GUILTY. I will NEVER hold these times against you; we all live under different circumstances, and these things happen. They shouldn’t be treated as if it is ABNORMAL to have such things happen, either. No more shunning writers for taking breaks; no more unkindness for people who’ve lost their muse. I will never hold it against you if you can’t be online, for any reason at all. take all the time you need.

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Hiatus

My mental health isn’t getting better as quickly as I thought it would, so I’m not sure if/when I’ll be coming back. I may have to adjust my medication and that could take... a while. The state of the country/world right now isn’t helping either, so right now all I’m focusing on is the fact that the new Animal Crossing comes out next week and I’m gonna play the heck out of that. I can’t say anything beyond that for sure.

My personal is @annachibi and my AC blog is @gaiacrossing if anybody wants to keep in touch via those. I’ve really enjoyed RPing with all of you and I’ve made many friends that I definitely want to keep! This blog won’t be going anywhere in case I ever want to return to it. I also still have 3 replies left in queue if anybody cares at this point; I’ve just forwarded them to the top so they’ll all be posted in the next few days

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