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✿.｡.:* ☆:**:. 𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 .:**:.☆*.:｡.✿

                                                           𝒶𝓃𝒹

                                                       ✿.｡.:* ☆:**:. 𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓽𝔂 𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 .:**:.☆*.:｡.✿

                         𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓽'𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵𝓼 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰

                             Indie Mutlimuse OC Penned by Queenie

𝟻 ᴍᴜsᴇs ᴍᴜʟᴛɪғ���ɴᴅᴏᴍ/ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ 𝟽+ ʏᴇᴀʀs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴘᴄ

                              ℍ𝕆𝕄𝔼 | ℝ𝕌𝕃𝔼𝕊 | 𝔻ℝ𝔸𝔹𝔹𝕃𝔼𝕊

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✿.｡.:* ☆:**:. 𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 .:**:.☆*.:｡.✿

                                                           𝒶𝓃𝒹

                                                       ✿.｡.:* ☆:**:. 𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓽𝔂 𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 .:**:.☆*.:｡.✿

                         𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓽'𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵𝓼 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰

                             Indie Mutlimuse OC Penned by Queenie

𝟻 ᴍᴜsᴇs ᴍᴜʟᴛɪғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ/ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ 𝟽+ ʏᴇᴀʀs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴘᴄ

                              ℍ𝕆𝕄𝔼 | ℝ𝕌𝕃𝔼𝕊 | 𝔻ℝ𝔸𝔹𝔹𝕃𝔼𝕊

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✿.｡.:* ☆:**:. 𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 .:**:.☆*.:｡.✿

                                                           𝒶𝓃𝒹

                                                       ✿.｡.:* ☆:**:. 𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓽𝔂 𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 .:**:.☆*.:｡.✿

                         𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓽'𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵𝓼 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰

                             Indie Mutlimuse OC Penned by Queenie

𝟻 ᴍᴜsᴇs ᴍᴜʟᴛɪғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ/ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ 𝟽+ ʏᴇᴀʀs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴘᴄ

                              ℍ𝕆𝕄𝔼 | ℝ𝕌𝕃𝔼𝕊 | 𝔻ℝ𝔸𝔹𝔹𝕃𝔼𝕊

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[So it’s not at it’s 24-hour mark yet, but I did remake this entire blog and will be officially moving it once I have a promo and the needed pages looked over and ready to go. 

And tbh? I feel so much better about it than to just stay here. It’s all organized how I like it and I even made  nice tag with my drabbles for the stuff I’m gonna write for this blog. Some characters, like hadley, won’t be on the new blog, but I do have a new character there, and I might end up with an npcs page once i’m not overly tired from work. 

but yea, i feel good about this decision, even if i’m tired and want to just shove the url out now. patience, queenie. patience.]

[fcsterchildrcn]

[So it’s not at it’s 24-hour mark yet, but I did remake this entire blog and will be officially moving it once I have a promo and the needed pages looked over and ready to go. 

And tbh? I feel so much better about it than to just stay here. It’s all organized how I like it and I even made  nice tag with my drabbles for the stuff I’m gonna write for this blog. Some characters, like hadley, won’t be on the new blog, but I do have a new character there, and I might end up with an npcs page once i’m not overly tired from work. 

but yea, i feel good about this decision, even if i’m tired and want to just shove the url out now. patience, queenie. patience.]

[fcsterchildrcn]

[So, um, I have no idea what to do on this blog anymore. Sooo I’m gonna be on hiatus for a bit. I’ll gladly rp with any of these kids on Discord, but the blog is still a big iffy thing. I honestly still want to move it and make it more organized for my own sake. 

anyways, I’ll be over at @multedmuses and all the children there. If you want to ask for my discord, just IM me on either blog. peace out, friends.]

[fcsterchildrcn]

[So, um, I have no idea what to do on this blog anymore. Sooo I’m gonna be on hiatus for a bit. I’ll gladly rp with any of these kids on Discord, but the blog is still a big iffy thing. I honestly still want to move it and make it more organized for my own sake. 

anyways, I’ll be over at @multedmuses and all the children there. If you want to ask for my discord, just IM me on either blog. peace out, friends.]

[fcsterchildrcn]

𝙁𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙                               𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚞𝚗                                                      𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄'𝙢 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙙𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚

                                                  𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚌                                                       𝙿𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚀𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚎

𝙱𝚊𝚝𝙸𝙼 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚄𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚅𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝟽+ 𝚢𝚛𝚜 𝚛𝚙 𝚎𝚡𝚙 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 / 𝙾𝙲 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 @𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚍𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜

                        𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 | 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 | 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐒 | 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒

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𝙁𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙                               𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚞𝚗                                                      𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄'𝙢 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙙𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚

                                                  𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚌                                                       𝙿𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚀𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚎

𝙱𝚊𝚝𝙸𝙼 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚄𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚅𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝟽+ 𝚢𝚛𝚜 𝚛𝚙 𝚎𝚡𝚙 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 / 𝙾𝙲 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 @𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚍𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜

                        𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 | 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 | 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐒 | 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒

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[I’m sorry y’all, most of my muse lately has been going into @salamanderquinn because I really love my smol clairvoyant. I’ll try to get things rolling on here at some point 

when i figure out how from that mini arc thing]

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Yo, it’s Vallah finally back at it again with the blog I’ve promised for a while, G!Sans, it’s still heavily a wip, ie I’m making icons and working on adding more info to the muse page but I would heavily appreciate a promo

Rules || Muse

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                   Do you like pacifists? Good! Do you like pacifists under the age of three? Great! Then this blog is just for you! 

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[welp, already started on a new blog. the real question is if i’ll actually end up moving.]

[My brain keeps telling me to move this blog again bc it feels, like, dead. like I just did a big arc thing and you want me to remake the blog?

tho i mean I could just move it over. Not like a reset thing just like a fresh start? 

Keep reading

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[My brain keeps telling me to move this blog again bc it feels, like, dead. like I just did a big arc thing and you want me to remake the blog?

tho i mean I could just move it over. Not like a reset thing just like a fresh start? 

it kind of has to do with the fact charlotte is now part of a big story i want to write involving the arc. Actually, it comes from a story i made a year or so ago but never did anything with. There are three more people who went through the same afterlife thing as in the rebirth short. 

Idk i’m overthinking this but i hate that this blog feels so dead. like i know its my fault because i disappear a lot but i love this muse. She’s got so much development and I’d hate to lose muse for her just because the blog feels all over the place and not in the way I want it to be all over the place. I mean, char is the only constant on the blogs and prince but i really dont use him very much...

I just really love my kids and i’m really sad about it lol.

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Rebirth

Part 1 here

ARC: REBIRTH

WARNINGS: afterlife shenanigans, implied past abuse, funeral

She was floating. At least, it felt like she was floating. Red eyes opened, seeing an unfamiliar surrounding. She didn’t feel scared, or worried. A little confused, maybe. She pushed herself into an upright position, noticing where she was. A great, green field, filled with multitudes of different colored flowers. The sounds of wind was only vaguely overtaken by the sounds of voices.

Her movements felt fluid as Charlotte moved to her feet, her entire body telling her to go towards the voices. She had no reason to go against this train of thought; nothing bad could happen here. Though it felt like the land could stretch forever, it took no more than a minute for her to reach the source of the speaking.

What appeared to be the working of a tea party were laid out. A small table, white cups and teapots. Everything was shrouded in light. As her eyes scanned over the new sense of scenery, they stopped at the sight of a woman. She was much larger than any human in height, even as she sat on a plush throne-type seat. Her skin was a magenta color, her hair a gradient of brown and blonde. She was dressed in fine robes of purple and gold; the colors that made Charlotte think of royalty. Though there was one thing that was the most mesmerizing-- This woman had purely white eyes.

Before the pinkette could even speak, the woman’s gaze was on her, a huge grin painted itself on her features.

“We’ve been waiting for you, dear. I’m glad you could make it. Please, take a seat.”

It was like her body was moving without her, legs carrying her to a chair that was softer than anything she’d ever touched.

A cup of tea was set before her. Charlotte had never been one to drink tea, yet she still moved to put the cup to her lips. It tasted like absolutely nothing. How odd, she thought, though her mind seemed to be elsewhere.

The clear blue sky, the flowers surrounding them, even the layout of their little party and the extra chair that seemed too meticulously placed. It was all so beautiful, it made the young woman feel at peace.

“It is a wonder, isn’t it?” The woman’s words caused Charlotte’s head to snap forward, as though she were meant to be paying attention to this inhumane being who radiated a gentle warmth from her entire being. “Most people have questions once they reach this point. Though, it is pointless. They’ll never remember it once they pass along.”

“Pass along?” Charlotte felt like an echo as she repeated it.

“Oh, dear. You don’t know where you are, do you?”

She shook her head as a negative.

The woman stood, absolutely towering over the other. A hand was held out, and Charlotte couldn’t help but notice the hourglass tattoo on her wrist, covered by a plethora of golden bracelets. With little hesitation, she took the being’s hand; the next thing she knew, they were walking side by side along a marble trail. A vast garden surrounded them, creating a mix of aromas that made her feel at home. “You may not remember what happened before you awoke. That may be for the best come the given time. But, humans were never meant to last forever; their time is so short compared to those like myself. I should not trouble you with that. What I will tell you is that you are no longer a part of that world. Your body may be there, but your spirit is here with me.”

Charlotte looked up at the other, a muted look of shock written on her face.

“I’m dead?”

“In that world, yes.”

That was when the reality sank in. Though in a place so beautiful and welcoming, it was hard to feel truly saddened. This didn’t stop a tear from rolling down her face. A large hand moved to wipe that tear away, a motherly look of thoughtfulness given from the Being.

“Now, now. There is no need to mourn. We have much to talk about. Ah, I do wish you could stay here. You’re so precious, and life has not treated you well in your young years. Humans can be such… Awful creatures at times. But they can also be the most endearing. Your sentimentality, your heart. Even through all the sadness, the most kind hearts emerge.” She had begun to walk again leaving Charlotte behind to catch up.

The silence after that was not an awkward one, yet now the human had so many questions. If she was dead, where would she pass onto now? This woman had said she couldn’t stay here; where would she go? What had happened to her? Did she even want to remember? What had happened in her life to get her here?

… Why were her memories so foggy?

There were faces floating around her mind, but they were so indiscernible. She could feel the emotions from these faces, but couldn’t put names to them. Couldn’t put anything but the feelings of love and hate and sadness. Then, they quickly washed away before she could truly grab them.

Once she caught up with the being, her mind felt blank. The questions didn’t need answering. If they were truly important, the answers would come to her. Why was she so unconcerned about it all?

“Forcing those thoughts will have nothing good to come… The Acacia tree. It is said by those in your world that it symbolizes Immortality, usually dealing with natures of the human soul. You are a human that has dealt with many things concerning your soul. Your spirit has been broken and rebuilt so many times. Charlotte is the name you have chosen for yourself, though. Which means it has more power than any mere word. I know there will be more in your path, and I must apologize for that now, even if you won’t remember it when you awake once more.” Her voice had grown sad towards the end; it was quickly washed away with a bright smile as Charlotte’s hand was gently grabbed, pulling her along.

“I have a gift for you.”

As the two walked, the scenery began to change once more around them. Soon they were in a great dining hall, punctuated by a table with cloths of purple and gold. Down at the end sat a figure; a man who seemed to have been waiting for quite some time. Charlotte couldn’t make him out right away, and he barely seemed to move until the two had made their way to the end of the table. Despite the large size, there were only three seats. Once of which was occupied by the man.

The two took their seats, and the pink haired girl finally was able to get a look at the man. He was older than her, but by only slightly more than a decade. His hair was a dull shade of brown, and his eyes seemed tired and sad, most unlike the other things that had been seen in this heavenly garden.

His eyes, ones that seemed a duller, more browned red than her own, seemed to be locked on her. This man seemed to remember her, yet she could only vaguely make out why he seemed familiar. Only one thing came to mind every time she glanced at him; Worry. Whether it was for herself or for this man, she still had not pinpointed.

The Being waved a hand, catching both the humans’ attention. “Give her a moment, Ronan. She doesn’t remember, much as you didn’t when you first arrived.”

The man had said nothing, and still continued to sit silently, only glancing back and forth between the girl and the woman.

“I know him?”

“You did once, yes.” The being started, her eyes nearly glowing with a stilled excitement. “But he is a different man than you know him to be. It is funny to me how time goes by for you all. It was only the blink of an eye for me, but for the both of you, it could feel like eternity. Much like a dream, I suppose. Dreams tend to feel shorter than they are. He is only a part of your gift! You cannot go back without a guide. Usually, We wouldn’t send back someone so unqualified, yet it was decided he should. You see, most of you creatures don’t get second chances. Many feel remorse once they arrive if only for the reason they don’t like how they are remembered. Others… Well, humans are as they are.”  She clapped her hands together, and the outside roared with a mighty thunder. The man opened his mouth to speak, then seemingly thought against it.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” It was the first full sentence Charlotte ad said since she’d arrived. The first hint of true emotion she had showed. It shocked the being only for a moment before she gave a big, hearty laugh.

“Ah, there you are. I was wondering when that attitude of yours would join us.” Attitude? She’d only said one thing.

“You said you had a gift for me. This man… How is he a part of it? Why does he look so familiar? Who are you?”

“I suppose I should introduce myself..” The being laughed. “I am Beileag. I am a divine being over your world. One of them, anyways. You humans tend to call us ‘gods,’ though I guess correcting you all would be fruitless, anyway.”

Charlotte was confused now. More so than earlier. Pictures were beginning to come back to her. Faces, names, family--

There was no way this man was her family.

“You want him to be my guide? What kind of guide would he even be?” Charlotte now remembered. Charlotte was now angry. Who was this woman who claimed to be a god, saying that one of her tormentors would guide her? A man she hadn’t seen in years. A man who she felt deserved no redemption. “Where do you think you’re sending me?”

The sight of a storm started to roll in as Beileag frowned. It was the first time she’d looked upset this entire time. Had the human not liked her gift?

“Why… You are going back to your earthly body.” “But I’m dead!” She slammed her hands on the table, and another rumble of thunder occured. Unlike the previous time, this one was very much an unhappy noise.

“Acacia--” “That’s not my name! You don’t get to be here! You don’t get to be my guide! I’d rather stay dead!” Now there were tears as the girl stood up, fury showing in her scarlet eyes. She stared daggers into the man-- into Ronan Kincaid. Beileag moved to stand up, her voice loud enough to scare both of the humans to their senses.

“THAT IS ENOUGH. I will not have this kind of temper in my garden!” She boomed, and Charlotte paused. The human slowly found her seat, not taking her glare off of her father. “You humans. Like I said, you are as you are. Do you not believe people can change, Charlotte? When Ronan joined us here, he was bitter and angry, just as you are now. But he has learned a few things. He has seen what his actions have done. He has watched your brother grow up without knowing of your whereabouts. He’s watched you lie to avoid those who have searched for you. He has watched you abandon every inch of a family that has ever taken you in.” Charlotte had opened her mouth to argue, but the Being held up her hand to silence her. “He has seen that it is his fault. And I understand that you do not want to relive your past. But there are other humans who need you, and who are going to need the gifts only you can possess. So, I ask you this one request; Please accept my gift and at the very least, give this man a chance.”

The sky returned to it’s clear shade of blue once Beileag had taken her seat once again. Charlotte had her options laid out for her; accept her second chance at life, or pass on to whatever lay beyond this garden.

“What happens if he blows it?” “I--” He tried to speak, but his voice fell lost to the greater being.

“He will return. And he will not get a third chance.”

“And to me?”

“You get to live as long as you don’t die.”

“That’s fair.”

Beileag’s smile returned, though Ronan seemed more worried than he did when they’d entered. She motioned for Charlotte to come forward, and she did, albeit hesitantly. A hand was placed right above her heart, as her own started to glow. A new tattoo, a heart in the same style of the hourglass on her wrist, seemed to burn itself onto her chest. A golden light began to surround them all, and the world itself seemed to be taken over by nothing but endless light. One last thing seemed to be said, but it could not be heard. That was the moment her vision faded.

Her head hurt when she woke up, her hands immediately going to her head as she sat up. And god, when did her bed get so stiff? Charlotte really needed to invest in a new mattress. Something felt off as she ran her hands through her hair. She tried to remember her dream, or even going to bed the previous night. A chorus of gasps caused her to freeze in place, her eyes snapping open. She wasn’t in her bed, and this wasn’t her room. This wasn’t even a house. She heard a noise as though someone had fallen over, and slowly turned her head to look out amongst the funeral-goers.

She was sitting in a casket. She was wearing fancy clothes. Everyone looked like they had been crying. That’s when it hit her. She had died. This was her funeral.

All Charlotte knew to do was scream.

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Two Weeks Ealier

ARC: REBIRTH

WARNINGS: paranoia, stalking, death, choking, blood. Read at your own risk. TLDR; Charlotte is gonna be a little dead for a while.

Charlotte had a long night at work. It wasn’t hard, or difficult, but it was so boring staring at screens all night and doing nothing. It still beat her old cashier job, but she couldn’t help but miss having someone to talk to. Maybe she should try to convince one of the other guards to do a double shift with her. Give her someone to talk to at night. The Janitor there was a good option, too, but she never seemed like the talkative type. She was, in all honesty, a bit of a scary lady.

It didn’t matter much now, having decided to head out for the night and spend the rest of what little was left at a bar down the street from her apartment. She didn’t feel much like drinking herself silly, but a little couldn’t hurt. Char liked to believe she could hold her liquor. Her clothes hadn’t changed much, the white undershirt she had on during work and the same pants she’d had on all night. It wasn’t exactly a flattering look.

Not that it mattered to some drunk that was in such desperate need of attention. She’d waved them off more than once, getting more irritated with every word.

“Listen,” She’d swiveled around, nearly getting up off of her barstool just to tell this person off. “If I wanted someone to talk to, I’d have my friends here. If I wanted to talk to you, I’d talk. I haven't done either of those things, so fuck. Off.”

She’d turned back to the bar with a huff, hearing a string of slurred curses at her. All she did was respond with a painted middle finger and a prompt ‘get fucked, man.’

Luckily, he’d decided to go smoke, heading outside and leaving the pinkette to her peace and quiet. Not that she had it or long before her body decided it was time for sleep. With a tip to the bartender, she’d made her way out. Her paranoia had started to kick in, but a quick glance proved that there wasn’t even anyone around. She was just tired. Looking both ways, she’d started to cross the street when she felt a sharp pain in her left side. Before she could let out a yelp, there was a hand on her mouth. Her first instinct was to freeze, shock washing over here as she realized due to wetness in her side-- she’d been stabbed.

Her second instinct was to bite the man and pull away, the pain almost worsening as the blade left her body. She grabbed her side, eyes wide and now fully awake. She’d barely gotten a good look at the man before he went at her again, this time right near her ribs. It didn’t take long before she fell over, coughing and trying to get back up. Something nearly incoherent was said through the sound of her own heart in her ears.

She’d looked up at the face of the drunk from the bar, who now seemed shocked by their own actions. Whether it was the question of had they really done it or just the fact she was still trying to get up was beyond her, though the sight must have been pretty ugly once she tasted copper in her mouth. The knife was dropped as they bolted the other way, and suddenly Charlotte couldn’t breathe.

It was getting cold as she could feel her head getting fuzzy. This was not good. This was not good. This was not good. Panic rose through her, though that only made things worse. She grabbed at her throat, gasping for air as more blood came out of her mouth.

She knew it was hopeless, but hell if she didn’t go out fighting tooth and nail.

Soon everything felt too fuzzy to move, and all she could do with the lack of air was watch as her vision went white.

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[the first two drabbles are done. One will be posted tomorrow around noon. the second will be posted monday because tomorrow and monday i won’t have any time to to anything, anyways.]