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Hiatus ( Now — 17 April )

[ I know I just got off hiatus and I’m so sorry to be going back on hiatus so soon with barely anything to show for it in-between, but I’ve been really struggling to fall back into roleplaying on here for several reasons. 

One is the reason I mentioned back in this post. That is still going on, I plan to do a hard reset on here once I return! I will drop threads, keep a few salvageable ones, and start over with Arthur altogether. I’m really, really sorry, I feel so awful, honestly, you’ve all been so lovely and supportive, both replying to my post and one on one. I really appreciate your patience with me. 

Secondly, I’ve been getting really, really into my Pathfinder character, Bill, so he’s been sapping (he’s a rogue, so more like stealing) away a ton of my inspiration and creative energy, leaving me with little to contribute on here. And then I’m starting a new job on Monday. It’s part-time, so it hopefully won’t eat up my schedule/free time too much, but just in case, I wanted to lighten the load a bit while I adjust to working again. 

I think really the main thing I need is a break to figure out this hard reset and how I’m going to go about it. I might end up reworking his biography pages, dusting off the blog, doing some clean-up it seriously needs, stuff like that to help wean me back into it! ]

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❝  A Feast in a Famine ❞

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The fluctuations in the stranger’s expression was quite gratifying, as was the tiny oscillations that stood out within the flow of his energy. Yes, there was something in there, something that belonged to the real world, not the false one humans clung to.“Where I am from is no business of yours, nor are the aesthetics of my dietary preferences.”

Clearly she was in no rush to continue, not with the almost agonizingly slow way that she finished up her meal before bothering to speak further, carefully cultivated disinterest smoothing over her words. “Are indigents customary in this region, or are you merely feigning ignorance?“

After all most beings that bonded to humans had some sort of communication; if they did not take over entirely of course, and so few of those found her diet in any way abnormal. Clearly it was not the initial stages, not with the ease with which the energies meshed; she would be somewhat surprised if there was complete silence.

“R-right.” This woman was clearly not going to relent, no matter how much he clung to his natural politeness, in spite of the circumstances. His eyes trailed back to his own plate, but his appetite had honestly deserted him after that display. 

The question caught him off-guard. He expected her to ignore him, based off the silence. Calvin wasn’t exactly the most well-educated man, so he didn’t know what she meant by ‘indigent,’ although he could feel Cornell’s intensity boiling just underneath the surface; cautiously held at bay. “Wh—” His lips parted; chancing a glance back at her, “I don’t think I know what you mean?”

There was a sense of panic to Cornell that he hardly ever experienced and that put him on edge altogether—since the harvest spirit was hardly ever worried about anything. Ever. But, then again, he couldn’t see how this admittedly strange woman could pose much of a threat, not enough to scare it.

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The Office | 4x04

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❝  A Feast in a Famine ❞

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Good, the human seemed to be at least somewhat perturbed by her actions. Perhaps she would be able to have a somewhat peaceful meal. Cracking open another egg and pouring the contents into her mouth Kara took a moment before she replied, several eggshells worth of potato and lettuce making their way past slightly too sharp teeth as she simply examined his energy.

“No, I do not.” There was something off about the girl’s low voice, traces of an accent that could not be placed, one that perhaps should not even exist.  Tainted by languages long dead, corrupted by those few would dare speak, her words often carried with them a certain amount of menace, the sort of feral threat that even humans could detect.

Had it not been for the fact that there was nothing on the stranger’s plate she could trust Kara would have reached over with her fork and stolen something, a direct challenge instead of just looking at him as if contemplating what his liver would taste like.

“Do you know where one can find cockroaches? My colony has started tasting somewhat inbred.” There, that should help end this conversation, and convince whatever being he might be to leave her alone. Even if it didn’t, well the colony did need some new blood.

Now, Calvin was a pretty laid back type of dude, but even he had limits. He watched her crack open an egg and slurp it up, raw and everything, and the real struggle was keeping the disgust off his face; his smile vanishing since he simply could not keep hold of it while trying to remain semi-polite.

Heh, ch-child. Cornell’s teasing rang about his thoughts and he failed to ward off the flush that reached his face. It was true. Through the harvest spirit, he had committed the most grotesque and horrendous atrocities, but, then again, that was never him. Not directly.

“C—heh,” his brain struggled to catch up with what she said at first, “You, eh—eat them? Where are you from, like, is it a cultural thing?” Her strange accent didn’t slip past him, but he had trouble placing it. He never ventured much outside the States, after all. “Here that’s kinda—kinda gross...”

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Elijah only shrugged. He had been around for long enough where he knew nothing this man could do would kill him. Hurt maybe, and yes, he was still a bit nervous about admitting his attraction to men, but this was a more modern society, and his mind always went back to that thought. Nothing this man could do would kill him so why not?  He exhaled slowly. “I like to just wander sometimes..” he told him. “Journey is more important than destination. And you find new things you never would have found before.” 

“Hey, I hear you there, man,” Calvin gave himself the opportunity to grin at him again, since he knew exactly what he meant. The man had hardly settled down in a very, very long time. It had been at least twenty years since he rented out a dingy apartment, everything in-between had been punctuated with squatting somewhere and living out of his pick-up truck. “You keep wandering, you never run out of new stuff to see, right? That’s my philosophy.” Although, settling down wouldn’t be the worst thing, if he could—Cornell’s grumbling hadn’t ceased, so he abandoned that train of thought.

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“Lying on the floor, I’ve come undone.”

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MHandt

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There was nothing to talk about anymore. The only thing to do was go.

Jack Kerouac; On The Road (via sunsetquotes)

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The feeling of being watched

The knots in the trees look like eyes

Everywhere… All at once… Staring…

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tag christof. 

137 miles to brooklyn. bloomington, pennsylvania. march 2016

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Photo by Mark Tegethoff

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Things are so hard to figure out when you live from day to day in this feverish and silly world.

Jack Kerouac, On the Road (via quotespile)