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Archiving: Indefinite hiatus

So, after thinking about it a lot, I’m just going to archive this blog for now. 

I feel like I’m bothering everyone I try to interact with, and that I’m just a big imposition. It’s just no fun at all, and it honestly makes me feel like crap, and super anxious. 

So, I’m not deleting, but I am going on indefinite hiatus. If anybody wants to plot something with Kayla, or you’re actually interested in her, I might bring her back later on, but for now I just can’t do it. 

I can be found at the following blogs, feel free to follow and message me there:

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She paused with her back to him, her emotions raging war in her chest, making her heart race and her head throb. Pressing her lips together, Kayla turned on her heel, casting a cold glance in his direction, 

“Don’t take it personal--” she said, as if the very idea was ridiculous. “That’s the point of this, Wolverine, it’s personal.” 

Turning, she paced back to face him and shook her head, “We were lured here. The purpose of this place is personal.” 

She didn’t want to go inside, she didn’t want to see what lay behind those doors--she still remembered, she still knew what to expect, but there would be no leaving now. Letting out a sigh, Kayla could almost feel the color draining from her face as she turned to look at the iron doors. They were silver with a large X painted over the front. 

“The only way inside is through that door, maybe we’ll be lucky and whatever’s waiting on the other side will kill us.” 

Because anything would be better than standing her with him looking at her like she was a stranger...

Living Nightmare

He could smell her pain, something he’d said hurt this woman. Was he supposed to know her?

"Don’t take it personal, darlin. I don’t remember much before about a year ago. I got a photo. Same as you, I’d bet."

He held up the tattered photo that’d been in his pocket.

"What is this place and why does it make my bones itch?"

Logan’s head was pounding and his bones itched and ached with memories he could feel but not see. People thought his mutation meant he felt no pain, but it was the absolute opposite- he was in pain every second of every day as his skeleton tried to poison him and weighed him down. It was worse here s d it showed in his eyes, a kind of wild pain that nothing could ever dull.

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Her skin tingled with memories, memories that made her want to run, made her fingers tremble until she clenched them into fists at her sides. Seeing him was jarring, but hearing his voice--that was pain, a pain that made her fight against the urge to flinch. 

Who are you? The question stung, but she refused to flinch, refused to let him see her shaken, and narrowed her eyes. “Apparently, I’m easy to forget. I imagine I’m here for the same reason as you,” she replied, her tone icy as she looked him over, studying him. “What led you here?” 

The photo with the coordinates sat folded in her pocket, crumpled and creased and mocking her with false memories of happier times. 

“Regardless of who and why,” she crossed the space between them, adopting a cool air, a nonchalance that she wished were true. “--I suggest you leave. Now. There’s nothing here but death.” 

She couldn’t look at him anymore, couldn’t stand to face him, she had to go.

Living Nightmare

Logan had been suffering inexplicable flashbacks ever since the photo with nothing but coordinates had arrived at the mansion. Against all orders and common sense, he’d followed the coordinates to this place. It felt familiar but he had no memories of the place.

He smelled her scent before he saw her- fear mixed with anger.

"Me what, lady? Who the hell are you and why are you here?" Logan demanded, tense when she addressed him for some reason. His claws were itching to come out. Literally. Something about this place had to do with his claws, that much he guessed.

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Living Nightmare

She crept through the facility grounds, her eyes combing every inch of the place, keeping low and close to the shadows. Someone wanted her here, they’d led her here, but the closer she came, the more uneasy she felt. Now, standing in the shadow of the massive building, every hair on her body stood on end and a shiver ran down her spine. 

For a moment, just a brief moment, her guard dropped and images flashed through her mind. She gasped, a hand coming up to cup her brow as she stumbled back a step, her skin aching as the memories hit her like ice water. She couldn’t stay here, she couldn’t go any further, so she turned to go--and then she froze. 

“You--”

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She speaks in shadows, there are always ghosts hidden between her words.

VàZaki Nada  (via wnq-writers)

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“I said I’d let you try and teach me, I didn’t say I’d never played before.”

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“Just remember to write your vocabulary words five times each tonight, okay? We have a quiz tomorrow--”

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She was like the moon. Constantly changing, But always beautiful.

thatgirlslikeaghosttome  (via wordsnquotes)

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And everything depends on how near you sleep to me.

Leonard Cohen, “Take This Longing,” New Skin for the Old Ceremony  (via wordsnquotes)

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Thanks for following my Logan (my-cowboy). Do you want to plot? I'm on mobile in the app, do you have rules I can't see or anything?

I’m always up for plotting! My rules are in a drop down thing on my blog. It may be tricky to find from a mobile app, though. I’m still in the early development stags with my theme and what-not, so its all a work in progress. You can find my rules here though

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Needing it, she tugged at his shirt and stole another warm kiss, feeling some of her tension ease away with the gesture, “Yeah, you drive,” she agreed before sliding in and over the seat. “Ed ought’a have better aim. At least with Sally she’s little and can’t help herself.” 

Waiting for him to join her, Kayla hugged his arm and sighed heavily, resting her head against his shoulder once he was inside. “And we’re getting stuff for desert, too, I’m baking tonight...” Thinking better of it, she corrected herself. “Tomorrow. We might be too busy for baking tonight.”

“Whoa…” Logan winced, making a sympathetic face.  “Can’t say I’m not glad I don’t have to deal with that.  Worst thing a tree can do is fall on me.”  He glanced back over his shoulder at the other guys on his team before snorting softly.  “Though Ed nearly did that to me when we all went out drinking last Friday night.”

He gave her a smile and walked around to the back of the car to put his axe and gloves away, and then rounded back around to the driver’s side to hold out his hand.  “Do you want me to drive?  We should stop at the store and get a couple things if we’re gonna cook out.”

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To Do:

Drafts: 6 

Make a new promo post/graphic

Online/offline graphics

Finish about pages and things.

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Truth! Beautiful blog, beautiful mun. 

thewindriderororomunroe !

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Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets.

Arthur Miller, The Ride Down Mt. Morgan (via wordsnquotes)

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There are silences harder to take back than words.

James Richardson, Vectors: 56 Aphorisms and Ten-Second Essay  (via leliaana)

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;;PSA--About Shipping

I feel like I should clarify a little something.

I know this character is best known for her appearance in X-Men Origins: Wolverine, but I mainly base my muse off the comics and the animated series from the 90s. 

I didn’t make her intending to ship, and I’m not jonesing for shipping, I was intrigued by the culture I could weave into the blog, and though she is strongly tied to Wolverine, interactions with Wolverine blogs does not require shipping. Mostly she just needs to find him to a) try and kill him, or b) try and get answers about her past.

I’m not opposed to shipping, but it’d take a while and some development to get her to a place where shipping would be possible due to her mental state.

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weekend by meeganz on Flickr.