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wouldnt it be cool to just like not feel nervous about everything all the time

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elisethetraveller‌:

Elise stood out in the dirty alleyway. She was too clean. Her skin lacked the roughened edges that came with living in peril, and pale clothes made her practically glow in the shadows between the houses. Silver eyes were soft as they observed the young boy assessing his injuries. Bruised, nothing seemed broken, he could use a bath and some food.

Kneeling down so she wasn’t towering over him Elise kept her movements slow and deliberate while she searched her bag. Withdrawing a loaf of bread she broke off two pieces before returning it to her bag.

“Are you hungry?” Her voice was kind as she stretched out her hand offering him some of the bread.

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Despite her slow movements, he flinched back from her extended hand. He eyed the bread like it was a rabid animal, if a small one, ready to strike at him. He was hungry. The growl which arose from his stomach was evidence enough of that. But hadn’t he heard somewhere that another boy had taken bread from someone and it had made him sick? Where was that boy now? He didn’t want to be sick. You couldn’t take things if your stomach hurt too bad. But he was hungry. 

His hand-- not the damaged one-- inched away from him, eyes darting fearfully between her hand and the bread, and her bright eyes. She looked immaculate, all white and bright. How did she do that? His hand twitched back slightly, unsure. How could anyone be so clean in this dirty town? With a few deep breaths, he stared into her eyes blankly. Then, arm a blur of movement, he snatches the bread, stumbling backward, anticipating retaliation. He squats down, curling up, nibbling at the food, willing himself to leave some for later. 

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- screams from the rooftops bc  @engclsgleich is the greatest - 

He tosed the staff away, eyes darting up as he leaps into the air. His grip was strong around the boy’s body, the wings spread to soften the blow as he landed in the dirt. Markus glanced at his face.

Pain shot through him, sending stars and blackness across his vision. The air left him in a quiet huff as he was caught, but he choked indigently. “Boy!?” He spluttered, regaining his breath and vision, twisting around in the big man’s arms, “Name’s Q! Like Cupid!” His voice cracked in the cursed way of all pubescent boys on the “like.”

His eyes, blue as the clearest summer skies, darted from behind messy, sweeping honey blond bangs. He groaned, struggling. Half exasperated, he all but yelled, “thank you! But could you put me down? I’m kinda running for my life, here!”

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in which pitch tries a different tactic to turn jack frost against humanity

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For every “⏳” I receive, my muse will openly talk about a bit of their backstory.

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IT IS HIS DAY

LIKE FOR A CUPID LOSER IN YOUR INBOX

REBLOGS ALSO APPRECIATED

*also reminder this blog is mutuals only* *personals do not interact* 

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So I got icons for 

Harkin and

Avel so. They're good to go ig

Both icon sets by @bybecks! If you're looking for graphics or other graphics, please consider commissioning her! 

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It is almost time

For him.

My beautiful angel baby boy.

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"Hey, little one" (Fool or 13. Your choice ;3)

Ghost Kids!!! // @elisethetraveller (accepting)

13 bc i love my smol, unfortunate child. 

His downturned, wide doe-eyes were a perfect image of delicate fear. The child-- no more than 7 or 8-- drew back a half step, holding swollen, cut fingers closer too his chest. His mouth, chapped and bruised at a lower corner from a blow received the day before, rested partly ajar. his face flushed, delicate as any other part of the street rat, fearful of the attention. Attention was never good. Attention was how he’d gotten these bruises. 

Ill fitting clothes draped around his bony form, hanging like bit of old elephant skin and old, faded leather, only keeping form by way of the mud crusted over it from sleeping in the alleys. He was dirty and crusty and his nails were blackened. Who was this nice person? He was mistrustful of nice people. Nice people usually wanted things from him. But her voice was soft and kind and warm, and he liked things that were soft and kind and warm. It was the only thing that’d kept him from bolting like a rabbit, but it was a near thing. 

His voice was shay and demure as one would expect from such a small child in his state, fragile, like thin glass. “Yes?” He couldn’t meet her eyes and he looked more resigned than anything.

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I used this to make my sweet boys!!! and one (1) piece of shit!!! 

Hark

Avel

13

The Fool

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Send “Hey, little one” for a starter where my muse is a child, wandering lost and alone

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(407): It’s very finicky. Like baking. or BDSM.

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elisethetraveller‌:

Elise’s eyes drifted aimlessly over the surroundings as if trying to figure out if they were about to be discovered. They seemed to be good for now… But nonetheless, her attention was divided when she looked back at Avel.

“I don’t know… It’s not like I’ve met it up close.” She grabbed onto the shackles again weighing them in her hand. They were quite heavy. “But from what you guys have been telling me we either have as much time as we want or no time at all.” She mused.

From what she understood the Fool was a rather flighty being. It was possible that it had just left Avel here to mess with him. Actually, that was probably the prefered scenario.

“We could definitely make a break for it” She smiled. “It’s probably, hopefully, gone…” She said, trying to sound reassuring.

He let out a short chuckle at that, then pressed his lips together. “I have an idea,” he said slowly. “It’s probably stupid, but I can heal later, I think.” He bites his lip. “What if I just.... try to take off?” 

As if on cue, whitish wisps materialize about his shoulder blades in, only the vaguest form, but indeed wings. Angelic looking, pale and soft, and perhaps strong, if it were less ethereal. 

He squints over his shoulder and the shimmering no-color seems to waver, condense, slim, almost in imitation of Harkin’s shadows. But alas, the form simply folds in on itself as a bird’s may, or perhaps even a bat. He sighs, “what i’d give for c few needles or something!” 

He eyes the locks moodily, pouting childishly. “I can pick locks no problem,” he boasts, “but not with my bare hands!” 

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elisethetraveller‌:

Giving up on the shackles, for now, she dug into her bag and found a water bottle. Plastic was truly an amazing invention. Screwing off the lid she motioned for him to take it.

“Is it nearby?”

He sighed with a miserable but grateful quirk of his lip. "Thanks," he half choked before taking the bottle. After a few gulps, he stopped drinking for air then responded in a hushed, but far more natural tone, "I don't know. I don't think so." He paused a moment, eyes distant for the short term, the asked almost hesitantly, "if I could work outta these things, you think we could make a break for it?" He looked almost fearful, doe-eyed as he was, almost demure, "how long d'ya think before it noticed?"

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@elisethetraveller // cont. 

“Avel!?” Her eyes went wide when she saw him. “Are you okay?” She sat down next to him and tried to remove the restraints binding him, but they didn’t budge. “What happened? Who did this?”

Unsurprisingly, tears stood out in his eyes as he frantically tugged at the shackles. “Who else?! The damn Fool,” he all but moaned. His voice was hoarse in a mixture of dehydration and disuse. 

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So I just got a reply back from the Unemployment Call center. They do not offer an extension for when you exhaust the unemployment payments. So right now I can’t help my husband with anything or buy groceries or fuck can’t do a goddamn thing.

$430 was helping us every week and now I have nothing to offer. Even worse, there is a job on the horizon but I’m jumping through so many hoops to get it and I’m scared that I’m doing all this for naught. I was counting on the damn benefits to keep us till I get our first paycheck. 

I know I have bothered people about donating but please if you can, support my KO-FI page. Right now all I can offer in exchange is writing fanfics of your choice. This is the best I can do for now- I just wish I can do more.

~2,500 words -5,000 words for donations $5-$10

~Three-shot fics for $15-$20

If you cannot donate, please reblog this post. I would really appreciate it.

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