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at some point in time, i do plan on bringing miles back in full, but because he's a very high maintenance muse, it'll need to be done after finals. 

until that time, i'll be on mcscooted, hegesilaus, or grxmm. 

my skype is also still the same as before-- frosted.lies-- feel free to add me. 

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hi everyone im not dead—just experimenting with other muses. my Skype is still frosted.lies, and you can feel free to add me, or just. ya know. talk to me again ; A ;

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          This is it! A follow-forever(In a police theme construct, no less. but this follow forever is just going to be written regularly. in alphabetical order, blah blah blah. I was going to make this for 333 followers, but whatever m8. So yeah, I am Francisco, I have 375 Followers, I follow [Error] 404 blogs, and I need to stop procrastinating so much. You know, I owe so many people so many things, and I am really sorry for that.

So with that, Even if you’re not on this list, I still love you all!!

A — C

a—splinter | abadmoonrisin | abominamentum | acrimoni | adisastrousmind | adversuus | agent-psycho | aimlesslymaverick | an-augmented-grin | andtheapplefell | angelusadfectu | animus3pointo

badticket | bluetuquepapa | brokeninbanishment | burningdownrome 

caroline-dearest | ceruleaneyedlycan | clairvoyant-mysteries | consultingciaran | consultingdevil | cutoffthehead

D — H

danceswithjerks | delagrange | delightfuldelinquent | dereksinferno | derelictae | desangpur | detomalley | deucalionsdarcy | deusxomnipotens | digitalclone | dontmakeme-insist 

ersatzendpoint | evaloti—asteri | eyesonfire—x

feelthecollapse | femaleimperium | fertilitasetmortem | ferum-tristem | foreignexchangestudent—x | fortiusfideli | fractusxanimus 

gamblingtigersniper | gemellimorti | ghostxwriter | godstrengthens | goldenjackson | greeneyedband | greyhoundkid

haleandback | halfgenius | harleenakaharley | heatherincoldblood | heismadeofcandy | hewilllaughlahey

I | J

ignembello | iingenieux | iknowhowtotieatie | ilmaestronoir | imeveryonestype—x | immortellesauveuse | innocentlyevilevelyn | inpurus | insidiousxsilver | irebellionxx | irredeemableandidiotic | isabellemoriarty | istilinskiva

jackofspadesx | juliusfuckingmunroe | justdrivingthebus 

L — P

lacrossexpup | laheytheking | land—oftheliving | landen-wright | lastwordsluther | lindsaydelamarque | lionheart—01000101 | littleshitlahey | livrogne-r | lizziewsmoran | llorona | lonewhittemore | lostinvoices | luciferums | ludibriumx | lupusmilitis

magicis-nix | maheafuckyou | manuduci | matt-daehler | mercenarydetective | miles-kilo | militaribus | mishterjackalistair | misspsychiatrist | monstrueux-sauveur | moriartystailor | mr-adler

nolongerjerseysboy | nooothinglikeme | normanbatesx | notblackwidow | notinthedark | notmyjeepyoucreep | notself—butcountry

obscuriium | of-sorts | ofcursedblood | omnipotentem

periitxmiles | piercetheprincelyheart | pierssureshotnivans | pillowrobber | piorun-lis | pointclickzoom | proficientmarksman | puerietsudes | puerxlaesis | puristmalfoy 

R — T

radulph-noir | redamned | russiasredguardian | ryanaveryandhiswisdom

salvatorpauci | science-isgolden | scientiaxfingi | scotchandiver | sebastiantigermoran | shokatlan | shutupxgreenberg | silentandwaiting | smokingoursmiles | solitarius—lupus | son-of-fire-and-ice | street-splicer | strongerperfectkiller | synthetic-drn

tailorofmiddleearth | teleportingtellemanca | the-apex-predator | the-blacksmith-in-armani | theadjudicator | thecharmingkiller | thegirlthatknewtoomuch | thegovernmentsson | thegreatdukevile | theinfamousmccallbat | theundeadstud | thevictorgloss | thexmet | thexxxxwoman | thoughtsfromacynic | throatrippinghale | timeagentthanos | timeagentvaus | tirrit | toleraverimus | triednotto 

U — Z

universitatis | unwillingheroine | utterlymeretricious

valarrayan | verbotii | viritualis | vodkawithlime | voleurennoir | vytimas

wasthatnotprocedure | waywardsoldier | worrow

xancora | xinbecillus | xmotive

zerbrochenx

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everybody’s got a ＤＡＲＫ side;

              do you love me ?

                             can you love mine ?

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in case anyone was wondering--

if i'm not on this blog, i'm probably on:

hegesilaus, a myth based hades blog

notinthedark, a nsfw dragon blog

coscima, a teen wolf blog

livinsims, my sims 2/3 blog

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whaT IS THIS I LOVE THIS OH MY GOD

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            [ there are ten people in this hobby shop. ten people and they are weighing heavily on miles' mind, causing the slight curve in his shoulders as he works on the current project. these ten people are spread out, which helps, it really does. seven are in the front of store, milling around the neat aisles full of different crafting supplies. the other three are in front of him in a semi-circle, surrounded by an assortment of scrapbooking supplies. ]

--chartreuse or yellow green? I like them both!

                                            they're the same color.

 --live fast die young bad girls do it well

                                           what an irritating song. ]

            [  but he's okay. the three people nearest him have quiet minds.

                        well.

                        that's not entirely true. the two older members, a woman in her sixties and another in her twenties have quiet minds. they are focused almost entirely on the task at hand-- ]

--donny wants fish for dinner. maybe i'll bring chicken instead.

            [ the last member, a young man seems to be having... well, having issues, and miles isn't sure how to deal with them. he's yelling in his head, and not only is it annoying, but it's also making hard to focus on the current plant pressing lesson. if it's not stopped soon there's no telling what could happen, which is the only motivation miles needs to set his supplies down, smooth out his apron, and walk towards the young man.  

                         he is an adult, he knows a thousand things he shouldn't and can recite poetry by memory. he has a job and he knows how to interact with people on a regular basis, despite his crippling ability when it comes to empathy and telepathy.

                                 he is miles west-- ]

"So um, cats? I like cats."

            [ and he is also the most awkward man he knows, with a crippling inability to talk to people who are attracted to him. it's weird, okay, when he can see himself through other people's eyes, see how they find him attractive and feel the arousal coming off of them as if he were feeling it himself. ]

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guess who's back 

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Names

Some may have noticed that when talking to people, Miles uses their names often. This is a habit of his stemming from his fear of forgetting their names. Even after knowing someone for a long time, he'll still regularly use their name in regular conversations. 

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You can actually tell and feel when you’re starting to fade away from someone. The conversations get shorter, they get less meaningful, less exciting. You can feel the wall that’s coming up between you two. And then in the end, you’re back to being strangers.

You can actually feel it.

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"I'm afraid to ask what it is, but regardless, I'm all ears."

"There’s something I need to get out of my system. And I need to do that now."

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He would be lying if he said he wasn't enjoying the light feel of Lee's Voices, even if the reason for their lightness was at his expense. It brought back memories of a time long gone, one he wished could return. Maybe this was a start?

Miles shifted in his own seat, ankles crossed and hands resting atop the desk in front of him. "Magic, huh?" He'd heard about creatures that ran around causing havoc from people in the office, but hadn't had any sort of run ins himself. "I wouldn't wait, if I were you. Or-- has this happened before?" That'd explain Lee's casualness with being a woman, actually, and Miles wouldn't put it past the other to constantly fall into the same traps.

       Lee snickered at the look on Miles’ face, shaking her head lightly. “I phrased that wrong. Turk didn’t cause this- the fucks been AWOL for weeks and isn’t returning my calls, the prick- but apparently he’s been female often enough that he has sympathy.” She curled tighter for a moment, nails digging into her arm and leaving stark white semicircles in her skin. “It’s magic that hasn’t worn off. I’m no fan of MARC so… I’m waiting it out. It shouldn’t be permanent.” 

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The way Miles' brows rose and his eyes widened further was almost comical. "Turk--?" He'd not seen the annoying man in weeks, now that he thought about it. But he guessed Lee had had some sort of contact, if he-- she, he corrected mentally-- was blaming the other. Weirder things had happened in the past, which would probably explain his only mild panic at the occurrence in front of him. "Is it, um-- well permanent?" 

       ”Be afraid, be very afraid,” her drape became more of a puddle, frame sinking against the chair. Her feet tucked up against the seat of the chair, bringing herself into a tucked ball to peer at him between strands of hair. “No idea how Turk did this.”

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He could only stare as the woman with Lee's Voices whined at him, brown eyes wide with confusion and mild shock. "I'm afraid to ask why you're whining at me, to be quite honest."

     ”Miles,” her voice was a whine as she found the giant of an ex-bro and draped over the nearest object at him. “Miiiiiles.”

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Clint's reaction makes it impossible to keep the smile off his face, even if it is tainted slightly by the splash of red that now covers his cheeks. Miles steps forward, hands shoved into the pockets of his sweats as he tries to look relaxed. 

"You're really bad at keeping up with the date, Clint." The words are light and easy, and the chuckle he's unable to stop ends up turning into full on laughter once Clint asks about the ties. 

Another step brings him to the archer's front, his words breathless as he replies. "No, but I'm sure we can get creative with some, don't you think?" 

Socks and Ties

"……Christmas?"

The word rings out with an upturned ending, a surprised title. Was it really Christmas already? Clint even threw a glance to the nearest window, as though he’d expected to see snow on the ground even though he’d already been out that day and had been underneath warm enough sunshine and over a dry sidewalk.

Then, he looks at Miles, a brow shifting up, and then it ducks down again sneakily. Like he knew it was nearing Christmas all along. Really, any gift from Miles would mean the world; but now he’d at least been warned about the time of year and would be able to scrounge something up with his meager S.H.I.E.L.D. earnings.

"Do I look like I’m the kind to wear ties?"

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Socks and Ties

"Is there anything in particular you wanted for Christmas, or can I just assume you'd be okay with socks and a tie?" There's a hint of a smile on his lips as he tries to keep a straight face, but there's no denying how excited he is. This is going to be their first Christmas, the first of many, many more he hopes.