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Guys this Kickstarter is almost over and it’s about collections!

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Starting to learn how to make acrylic things.

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How to care for mirrors.

Hot water and a good cloth on the regular.

Windex for tough streaks, or as a treat.

Make sure to return movable mirrors to their original position. You’re more likely to accidentally break them if they aren’t where they are supposed to be. They don’t like to be broken, it reminds them of when they were stars.

Never let two mirrors look at each other for too long.

When leaving your mirrors alone for long periods make sure they have something interesting to reflect. They like things with shadows.

Make sure your shadow knows this.

Do not stand in front of a mirror that has not reflected for a long time. The old light inside it will be looking for new places to stay, like your eyes.

If you buy a new mirror and it has been facing another you must buy both. Infinity is hard to let go of.

Do not let mirrors reflect starlight. Sunlight is fine except after an eclipse.

Mirrors are cold for a reason, water know this. If water starts to freeze when touching a mirror. Leave.

If you leave an object in front of a mirror for a long time it might continue to reflect it after it’s gone. Do Not touch the reflection. It might remember your heat.

Paper towels work just fine in most cases.

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So, just checking back in on Tumblr after ‘checks watch’ years. I forget how everything works. There are so many new features. I’m attempting to run a business, I have had to put my self on too many other social media platforms, I still have no clue what’s going on.

So, check in on some memories.

Sent some horrible candy @ask-his-puffiness-king-candy way because I showed the image to their min recently and they’ll get a kick out of it.

Then I checked in on @xxslurkuxx Wow. What a change. Amazing art. Started looking at their character updates and immediately thought their muse cursed my phone as my screen went black. …nope. Phone just died.

Message from heaven, (or hell). Time to wind down.

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Does anyone rp on here still?

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I just realized I wrote past this scene already. Scrap it! I'll add it in later. It's fine. It's all fine. Agh screw tumblrs organization. It makes my brain hurt.

~Meeting Sam~

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Sam, the count, smiled, showing his all too pointy to the boy. He leaned forward slightly and said a short affirming, and terrifying, statement.

“Close, so very close, but technically correct.” The count retrieved the pen and in flourishing cursive wrote his full title and passed the paper back.

Vlad III Dracula, son of Vlad II Dracul, of house Draculesti of the House Basarab Branch. Former Voivode of Wallachia. Also known as Vlad Tepes’.

The man leaned back in his chair and folded his hands politely on the table.

“You forgot ‘the Third’, among other things. My alias is…incorrect and none of your concern.”

He held out his hand slowly, saying; “My pen, if you please, young man. I vill see you tonight, an owl vill be sent with a location chosen by the headmaster, vhere, accompanied by a professor, you may ask me questions…unless you wish to do so alone?”

the boy shook his head vehemently As he held out the pen shakily. As he turned quickly to go he found his hand held by the count’s, pen in between his warm sweaty palm And cold dead flesh.

“I would prefer if my name vould not spread and echo through the halls. Vhile I admire your tenacity, and commend your bravery, I must tarnish your victory by reminding you of hubris, and the dangers of boasting.” He let got slowly of the boy’s hand as he finished his warning. “You may tell your friends what I am if you wish, and I promise no harm will come to you by my hand for the knowledge you now carry for as long as you are under this school’s and the headmaster’s care.“ His hand free the boy nodded and rushed back to his seat while the count ripped up the note and put the remains in a pocket. He was sure the young man would figure out the hinted at threat. What was 4-5 years to an immortal after all? Although he doubted he’d have to follow through on the threat. … or perhaps he might, he looked at the student pensively. The boy could make a good vampire in 10 or so years. He leaned back and with a sidelong glance at the headmaster pretended to sip from a glass of water. “Clever boy there Albus, I don’t suppose you have a professor to spare for the interview tonight? My apologies for pushing this on you but I realized as I spoke that an unaccompanied minor left unattended with someone of my persuasion could perhaps damage the reputation of your school. This is of course to speak nothing of the young man’s ability to ask questions in a state of terror. Who would you recommend?” As he spoke he tapped gently on the headmaster’s mind, and outside the metaphorical door of his thoughts whispered of his own. “"I would so like to have the potions master attend, the man has so much pent up anger and stress I believe that a mind game may lend itself to redirecting that. And if it just so ends up in him throwing spells it may just work a little of the stress off. It would also do wonders for his reputation if some students just happened to see him ‘chase the monster away’ as it were… unless that delicious astronomy professor is still here and has perhaps lessened her grudge towards me for breaking that telescope during out last encounter? Or if Minerva has grown a sense of humor since I scared one of her 9 lives away as a wolf?”“ Samuel seriously doubted either were true but he could dream, both women were very enticing. A witch who loved the night sky and another who scratched the snout of the wolf that woke her. So strong willed Minerva was, and magic blood was so enticing. He licked his lips as if they were dry, but Samuel could feel his mouth and veins whisper with hunger.

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The boy swallowed, visibly shaken by the smooth candor of the count who bore such fearsome undertones in every calculated motion. As a child, he’d often been told that running from a predator would only incite an excitement for chase. He stood as still as he was able until he’d been released, but gave a resolute nod of understanding the vampiric fellow’s warning as he was told. At his House’s table, he could be seen shaking his head to refuse the questions of his peers. Possibly he was trying to determine how many days were left of his protection within the school.

If the Headmaster was perturbed by Sam’s veiled threats against the youth, he showed no outward indication of it. He gently gestured to the room at large to continue with the evening’s feast. The show was over.

“I agree. I expect he’ll make a fine individual with a zeal for self preservation once he’s grown.” Albus smiled, peering over the rims of his half-moon spectacles. “As a matter of fact, I think it’s a splendid idea, Samuel. Certainly it would cause a great deal of gossip if you’d conducted such an interview here in the Great Hall, and children do have such wild imaginations when they’re only vaguely informed. A private meeting with a staff chaperone will surely alleviate a great many tensions.”

He stroked his snowy beard and took a slow draft of mulled wine from his ornate goblet. 

Ah, yes. Severus has a keen mind. Quite prone to anger and anxiety, but never the one to be baited into altercations without proper motivation. I expect that Professor Trelawney would prove a bit too dreamy in these days to provide adequate entertainment for your own mind. Minerva… well. I expect she would find it humorous to light your trousers on fire, if that is what you mean~ Albus projected within his mind.

“Professor Snape has no further classes this evening as far as I am aware. Perhaps he would indulge us both by attending this interview after our conversation concerning your Ward?” the Headmaster prompted. “Severus?”

Snape looked up from his untouched food as if he hadn’t been straining to listen in the entire time. Rather than argue, the potion master gave a curt nod. While he kept an eternal visage of general irritation, he would be lying if he were to say he was disinterested in what would come of the questioning.

“As you wish, Headmaster.” he replied in a monotone rumble.

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( you know what. I'm gonna get back into writing. On here. Maybe. I'm gonna TRY to get back into writing on here. I need the practice. I'm really really really bad with tenses. And I'm trying to write a book series.

Help me)

Samuel's face is graced with a grin.

"Lovely. Now Albus, I believe you still keep deathly late hours, so I shall see you after I fill the boy's mind with answers he does not ask for, and some he does. For now though, I believe the house elves cannot provide any fare for me tonight, as your vampire Professor has been retired for some years. So finding myself lacking food I shall instead feed my mind with the fine Minerva." Samuel, the Count, stands and quickly situates himself behind the transfigurations Professor, who decidedly ignores him in favor of her soup.

"Minerva. A wonderful evening is only enhanced by your presence. How are you faring?"

"Much better for your absence Count. How is your nose?"

"Healed quickly, alas I could not keep the vonderful scar you left me."

"I will happily give you more if you do not leave me to my dinner."

"I vill never turn down a duel vith you madam, if you vish."

"I wouldn't want to worry the house elves, or reconstruction crew, with cleaning up after a fight between us."

"Outside then?"

"Tomorrow at dawn?"

"You vound me madam."

"The only thing stopping me is my soup and a dining hall full of students."

"Both shall be gone soo-"

"That's enough Samuel. You may not be able to tel when a cat's hackles are raised, preferring dogs as you do, but I can. Leave my transfigurations Professor to her dinner before she turns you into a peacock, again." Samuel nods and bows with a flourish.

"As you vish headmaster."

The rest of the meal passes in uncomfortable banal conversation. Soon students start meandering out of the grand hall, but many give glances back at their guest. Professors also make their exit, Minerva heading the exodus, a sour look on her face. Half an hour later only five are left. Samuel and Severus, and a student who is patting a young mr Webber on the back as he swallows pumpkin juice and his nerves. The vampire stands and makes his way around the grand table pausing behind the potions Professor.

"If you are still concerned for the students safety, do not be. I have not had such a meal since 1852. A short time to be sure, but how do you call them, ah muggles. Muggles have made such great strides in communication that the disappearance of a child is vell noted these days. As for you vizards, vell, I vould incur a great deal of wrath indeed, and lose very valued friendships." Samual smirks slightly at Severus's reactions, but continues nonetheless, starting a slow walk towards Mr. Webber, pausing on the other side of the table and setting his hand down in front of the professor's near full plate. "Besides all that, they make for poor fare. How can one have flavor if they don't know who they are? Haven't even begun to experience the vonderful horror that is the vorld around them? But you... vell, I doubt I need to say more. Now if you could be so kind as to set up the tables in an arrangement that vill make you and Mr. Vebber comfortable, I vill avait your pleasure for the coming tete a tete." The monster continues his walk, but his hand leaves behind a crumpled piece of paper. "For you, as it seems the child has figured it out more quickly than most adults. It is not correct in the strictest sense. Vladislaus vas the name I chose to die vith after all, but history so rarely bequeaths upon us the names of our choosing."

~Meeting Sam~

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Sam, the count, smiled, showing his all too pointy to the boy. He leaned forward slightly and said a short affirming, and terrifying, statement.

“Close, so very close, but technically correct.” The count retrieved the pen and in flourishing cursive wrote his full title and passed the paper back.

Vlad III Dracula, son of Vlad II Dracul, of house Draculesti of the House Basarab Branch. Former Voivode of Wallachia. Also known as Vlad Tepes’.

The man leaned back in his chair and folded his hands politely on the table.

“You forgot ‘the Third’, among other things. My alias is…incorrect and none of your concern.”

He held out his hand slowly, saying; “My pen, if you please, young man. I vill see you tonight, an owl vill be sent with a location chosen by the headmaster, vhere, accompanied by a professor, you may ask me questions…unless you wish to do so alone?”

the boy shook his head vehemently As he held out the pen shakily. As he turned quickly to go he found his hand held by the count’s, pen in between his warm sweaty palm And cold dead flesh.

“I would prefer if my name vould not spread and echo through the halls. Vhile I admire your tenacity, and commend your bravery, I must tarnish your victory by reminding you of hubris, and the dangers of boasting.” He let got slowly of the boy’s hand as he finished his warning. “You may tell your friends what I am if you wish, and I promise no harm will come to you by my hand for the knowledge you now carry for as long as you are under this school’s and the headmaster’s care.“ His hand free the boy nodded and rushed back to his seat while the count ripped up the note and put the remains in a pocket. He was sure the young man would figure out the hinted at threat. What was 4-5 years to an immortal after all? Although he doubted he’d have to follow through on the threat. … or perhaps he might, he looked at the student pensively. The boy could make a good vampire in 10 or so years. He leaned back and with a sidelong glance at the headmaster pretended to sip from a glass of water. “Clever boy there Albus, I don’t suppose you have a professor to spare for the interview tonight? My apologies for pushing this on you but I realized as I spoke that an unaccompanied minor left unattended with someone of my persuasion could perhaps damage the reputation of your school. This is of course to speak nothing of the young man’s ability to ask questions in a state of terror. Who would you recommend?” As he spoke he tapped gently on the headmaster’s mind, and outside the metaphorical door of his thoughts whispered of his own. “"I would so like to have the potions master attend, the man has so much pent up anger and stress I believe that a mind game may lend itself to redirecting that. And if it just so ends up in him throwing spells it may just work a little of the stress off. It would also do wonders for his reputation if some students just happened to see him ‘chase the monster away’ as it were… unless that delicious astronomy professor is still here and has perhaps lessened her grudge towards me for breaking that telescope during out last encounter? Or if Minerva has grown a sense of humor since I scared one of her 9 lives away as a wolf?”“ Samuel seriously doubted either were true but he could dream, both women were very enticing. A witch who loved the night sky and another who scratched the snout of the wolf that woke her. So strong willed Minerva was, and magic blood was so enticing. He licked his lips as if they were dry, but Samuel could feel his mouth and veins whisper with hunger.

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The boy swallowed, visibly shaken by the smooth candor of the count who bore such fearsome undertones in every calculated motion. As a child, he’d often been told that running from a predator would only incite an excitement for chase. He stood as still as he was able until he’d been released, but gave a resolute nod of understanding the vampiric fellow’s warning as he was told. At his House’s table, he could be seen shaking his head to refuse the questions of his peers. Possibly he was trying to determine how many days were left of his protection within the school.

If the Headmaster was perturbed by Sam’s veiled threats against the youth, he showed no outward indication of it. He gently gestured to the room at large to continue with the evening’s feast. The show was over.

“I agree. I expect he’ll make a fine individual with a zeal for self preservation once he’s grown.” Albus smiled, peering over the rims of his half-moon spectacles. “As a matter of fact, I think it’s a splendid idea, Samuel. Certainly it would cause a great deal of gossip if you’d conducted such an interview here in the Great Hall, and children do have such wild imaginations when they’re only vaguely informed. A private meeting with a staff chaperone will surely alleviate a great many tensions.”

He stroked his snowy beard and took a slow draft of mulled wine from his ornate goblet. 

Ah, yes. Severus has a keen mind. Quite prone to anger and anxiety, but never the one to be baited into altercations without proper motivation. I expect that Professor Trelawney would prove a bit too dreamy in these days to provide adequate entertainment for your own mind. Minerva… well. I expect she would find it humorous to light your trousers on fire, if that is what you mean~ Albus projected within his mind.

“Professor Snape has no further classes this evening as far as I am aware. Perhaps he would indulge us both by attending this interview after our conversation concerning your Ward?” the Headmaster prompted. “Severus?”

Snape looked up from his untouched food as if he hadn’t been straining to listen in the entire time. Rather than argue, the potion master gave a curt nod. While he kept an eternal visage of general irritation, he would be lying if he were to say he was disinterested in what would come of the questioning.

“As you wish, Headmaster.” he replied in a monotone rumble.

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Working on my landscapes and shading.

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I used to post horror writing and write with people. Now I work and post pictures of cats.

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These are important photos.

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I was stressed recently so I made a thing.

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I exist. I’ve just been busy with work.

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So. I haven’t been in here and this is why.

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Cats are important

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Yeah

Writing fanfiction is cool, until you realise you are writing the fanfiction that you wish you could read, meaning that you can't experience the pure joy of reading a fanfic you have been dying for.