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I miss y'all

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Alright so I'm going to be real with you all. I've pretty well given up hope in writing on tumblr. I'm not entirely convinced that I won't come back, but until that happens I'm going to continue and just... not be here I guess lmfao.

That being said, I do wanna write, so if you want to interact and write with me on discord and whatnot, feel free to add me there or if we're already friends, then just reach out to me about writing. I'll whip up a server for us to interact in!

If you don't have my discord, just message me for it <3

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I rise from the dead to reveal the fact that apparently Blue, my chaotic, dumb ass of a muse, is a fucking HUFFLEPUFF

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hands na We Heart It.

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So I came to the realization yesterday (with the help of a friend) that my ass is hypomanic as shit and that's probably why Blue is the only one awake lmfao. I've been chaotic as hell the past couple weeks now so ahem... you're welcome to the couple poor souls that have had to deal with me these past weeks. I've been a god damn delight. To the rest of you... y'all are missing out on some quality chaos.

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An ass whoopin'? He could handle that. Absolutely worth it in his opinion. Though Blue still makes a show of regarding her and seemingly weighing his options before he turns... and lo and behold, nestled inside of his leather jacket was a scraggly looking feline who clearly had seen better days. "I found him in a crack house and took him," what Blue was doing in a crack house, he likely wouldn't tell, but that was beside the point. Reaching down, he scratched the feline under the chin, causing the animal to start purring and its eyes to slowly close in pleasure.

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She's deadpanned, eyes empty as she crosses her arms. Obviously Loni is FAR from happy about whatever was going to come out of his mouth. Don't be mad? He was lucky if she didn't smack him upside the head for whatever trouble he went and got himself into. " Alright go ahead and say it. Just prepare yourself for the ass whoopin' of a lifetime if it's something stupid as shit. "

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The sound of the door opening and closing quicker than one might consider normal sounded through the house, quickly followed by Blue calling out that he had arrived. Though once the other comes into the general area that Blue was in, they'd find that Blue's back was turned to them, and that he was looking over his shoulder to them. "Okay so... don't be mad. Promise to not be mad, alright?" despite his words, there's not a single hint of shame or regret in his features

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Unable to sit still any longer than he already had, Blue stands from where he had been sitting in the chair and begins to pace, a hand reaching up to thread through his hair and effectively muse it into a more messy state than it had been previously. Taking a moment to gather his thoughts, he doesn't look to either Astarion or Pasha as he does so.

And as he does, Astarion looks over to Pasha, worry flashing in his eyes before he reaches out and takes Pasha's hand in his own, threading their fingers together. Whether it was a show of solidarity or a need for further support, however, is up in the air.

"I don't need to see the others to know what this is. I thought it was long forgotten-" Blue comes to a stop before the two of them, hands placing themselves upon his hips as he looks down upon them with a scowl of displeasure. Though when Blue sees Astarion bristle, Blue schools his features into something less intense, opting to kneel before them instead so he wasn't hovering over the top of them.

"-Its an infernal contract. The Rite of Profane Ascension. Essentially it makes one into an ascended vampire... at the cost of seven thousand souls. With this ritual, a vampire is almost untouchable..." there's a moment where Blue seems that he's going to go into further detail, but a quick glance to Astarion has him stopping...

And Astarion? He's sitting ramrod straight, his gaze upon Blue intense despite the small downturn of his lips and the subtle furrow of his brow.

blue's words carry with them a feeling of dread, morphing her curiosity into confusion and trepidation. suddenly, the room feels a little too small, the air too heavy, astarion's anxiety finally finding a home inside her her. pasha forces herself to take a deep breath of suffocating air, her eyes never leaving blue's, her mind racing.

"one part of a whole what?"

but in her heart, she already knows, even as she moves to look at the phone screen and the familiar scars covering astarion's back. astarion had said that his 'siblings' also had scars, none of which looked the same. blue's translation whirls around in her mind, the words making zero sense without context. but the fact that blue of all people has turned so serious tells her everything she needs to know.

it's worse than either she or astarion had originally thought.

"there are others with similar markings, but we aren't sure if they're the same." glancing over to gauge the vampire's reaction, pasha continues, "but i don't understand what this means. the words don't make much sense … care to give some clarity?"

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I woke up in a #mood this morning but on another note, Blue is SUPER awake today, so that means my head is really fucking chaotic LMFAO. I'm gonna scroll through my drafts and see if I got anything for the big dummy, and if not I'll throw an open starter out to see who grabs at it

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"You're welcome," she responds without hesitation, shifting in her seat to settle more comfortably as she wraps both hands around the warmth of the large cup of coffee she had gotten for herself. Her gaze never leaves the being before her ... and if her nose and other senses weren't mistaken, she judged him to be not exactly human. What he was she wasn't entirely certain just yet, but she certainly clocked him to be outside of the 'norm'.

About to say something more, she noticed him on his phone and opted to pause, watching him curiously as his fingers flew over the phone's screen. Once the phone was presented to her, she quickly reads what was typed out, unable to help the smile that spreads on her features.

"You don't gotta type things out, I understand sign language if you'd rather use that... whatever is most comfortable for you," she reassures him, reaching forward to take the money that was offered. She had a feeling it'd only make him feel worse to not accept the repayment.

"Some people are just ableist pricks. If they're going to be like that then they shouldn't be in a customer service position of any kind. I'm sorry you had to deal with that..."

Saul looked up from his charging phone when he noticed someone approaching. His eyebrows rose slightly as the woman set the tea in front of him, pleasantly surprised. He had to wonder if she'd understood his signing, considering he never actually said anything out loud or... he really didn't know. In any case, he was grateful.

Thank you. He signed and mouthed at the same time, hoping she could understand. The wolf gave her a small, but warm smile. No one had ever been so nice to him before in a situation like this.

Though the battery was low, he was finally able to at least get to his notes app, even if his was tethered to the outlet.

You didn't have to do that, but I appreciate it. He typed out, just in case she didn't sign, pushing the phone in front of her. He never wanted to assume. In the meantime, he pulled out his wallet and some cash, holding it out. It would be enough to cover the drink. He didn't think she should have to pay for it.

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Some people on here just blow my god damn mind with their audacity... when will people learn that being fucking HARD BLOCKED means you leave that person and their muse the fuck alone? Jesus Christ.

Anyways, I think I'm going to go through my drafts and delete some more of them. I may just say fuck it and delete all of them still and start over fresh. I have some muses awake but none of my canons are, so there's that... I may attempt a thread or two of my canons just to see if I can coax them awake at all.

Either way this is my way of saying that I'm attempting to come back to tumblr. I make zero promises

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So the flu has hit my household for the second time in the last couple months.. so I've been dealing with that since Friday night. And naturally, now that my youngest is mostly better, my oldest fell ill too. Hopefully I dont catch it..

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Somebody had done something to the person that was close to her, and that was not going to fly. Rubbing their back in soothing motions to try and comfort them as best as possible, Emma took a deep breath through her nose to calm the simmering rage that threatened to boil over. "Who did this to you?" she asked, her voice deceptively calm.

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She was in no state to be making any kind of decisions, she knew that much, and certainly wasn't in any state to be making a scene. Granted, there wasn't a force on this earth that could jail her or keep her there if she didn't want to be... but she had become accustomed to the life that she had gathered in this area. She wanted to keep it, rather than up and move.

Hearing the sound of one of her best friends voice over the phone, Emma felt something loosen inside of her, swallowing down the growl that was building in her throat, instead choking out a soft noise of relief. "Thank the gods... I need you to come get me at Pennies... please..." she speaks audibly slower than usual and even with that her words are slurred. Its no secret that Emma was a recovering alcoholic. It had been something that had come up in conversations early in their friendship.

Though in the next moment Emma seems to realize how she had worded that particular sentence, breathing out an audible, heavy sigh, "I mean ... can you come get me at Pennies?"

Steamtrack - Stehphanie - had just entered her apartment when her phone rang. It hadn't been too long since she had come to this city from where she'd called home in Germany for so many years, and adjusting to how she had to hide herself was no easy task. Though, it did help that the humans of the area were kind and welcoming. In all honesty, she hadn't thought that she would even gain friends so quickly.

She kicked the door closed behind her, shuffling a little ways into the living room to set down the few groceries that she had gotten. She began to walk around, putting groceries away with her free hand and discarding the plastic bags that they were carried in with. If it weren't for her newly acquired friends, she wouldn't even be worrying about these things - however, it had been almost beaten into her before she had left to always have food ready to serve or prepare for any guests that may come.

As she was just sitting down, she noticed her phone ringing. She glanced around, checking the couch, coffee table and even her purse before digging around her pockets for the cell phone her family who still lived in Germany had gotten for her to keep in touch. When she glanced at the caller id, she frowned slightly before answering.

"Hey Em, everything okay?"

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The betrayal... the complete and utter betrayal had to be written all over her face when Emmalyn realized what had happened. By the time that she did? She was at least 6 drinks in, far too late to purge it from her body in the only way she knew how, and certainly too far gone to even think of doing so.

Unfortunately enough for her "friend"? Emmalyn was a vindictive bitch when the time called for it... and crossing a hard boundary like this? Certainly called for it. Utilizing her somewhat unique skillset, Emma had the friend on the ground faster than she could have processed and certainly too fast for the friend to protest, throwing her to the ground so hard all the air was knocked from the woman's lungs... and in the next breath, Emma dumped the entire contents of what remained of her latest drink into the woman's open mouth, leaving her to gape for air before Emma turned around and stalked out of the bar.

It wasn't until she was in the fresh air that reality settled over her shoulders. Years of work... years of hardship... down the drain. She didn't want to call her father, knowing that he'd retribution, she couldn't call most of her siblings as they'd go in and do worse than what she did (and she wasn't entirely done with her revenge just yet)...

So her only option was who she assumed to be a human.

Hands shaking as she dialed the phone, Emma pressed the device to her ear, hearing the ringing as she closed her eyes against a wave of nausea.

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Emma had walked into her favorite place with every intentions of it being a perfectly normal day. Seeing somebody that she didnt' recognize behind the counter, she didn't think much of it ... until she heard those vile words come out of the barista's mouth. Visibly bristling, Emma's lips thin as she watches the man seems to deflate in defeat, only making Emma all the angrier... more so when she realized that this hadn't been the first time that the barista said such garbage...

And nobody had dared to step forward and try to help.

Taking a deep breath through her nose, she had seen enough of the interaction to know what the man was trying to order, keeping it in mind as she neared the front. And once she was at the front proper? She smiled a sugary sweet smile, one that doesn't reach her eyes as she orders not only her own drink... but the strangers as well.

She thought about doing something to the barista... and perhaps if she had known the stranger more, she would have. But she wasn't in the business of fighting people's battles for them, so she forced herself to settle and content herself with doing the right thing.

Once the drinks were in hand, she makes her way over towards where the stranger was sitting, settling the London Fog before him before taking place across from him at the table. "Here you go... save yourself the trouble of having to deal with that asshole again," she offers the stranger a small smile, this one warming pale blue eyes a fraction as she holds the cup in both hands as if trying to soak in the warmth it provided

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He'd just wanted a London fog tea. It was a simple order. Only his phone was dead and the only damn menu was hung behind the counter. Saul was becoming acutely aware that he was holding up the line.

The barista didn't know ASL, and when he simply tried to give the drink a number as it appeared on the list, he was met with annoyance on the worker's part. "For the last time, buddy, I don't speak in fingers." The guy certainly didn't seem to get that just because Saul was mute, that he could hear just fine. He wasn't an idiot. Even if he was deaf, speaking louder and slower wouldn't have helped.

The wolf sighs, brows furrowed in disappointment, his shoulders slumped slightly as he got out of line. He didn't want to make anyone behind him wait any longer. Some of them were starting to get impatient.

He found himself a place to sit near an outlet, guessing he'd have to wait for his phone to charge. How difficult did getting tea really have to be?

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It was supposed to be a good night. It was meant to be a girls night out with a few of her friends that she hadn't seen in ages, as they were visiting the city that Emma now lived in since moving away a few years back. She had specifically told all of the women that were there that whenever they ordered drinks, make sure that Emma's own drink was a mocktail, as she was several years sober at this point, a fact that Emma was immensely proud of.

Little did she know that things were going to go downhill from there. The first and second drinks, she suspected nothing. The third drink, she caught looks from the other women, though she didn't think nothing of it at the time... by the fifth drink... she was beginning to realize something was off. She frowned as her words slurred, when the sixth drink came out and Emma reached for the drink and missed by just an inch, that's when it all came out.

They had played her. They had given her alcohol.

Surging from her seat, Emma admittedly saw red as she screamed at the woman who sat there with a triumphant smirk on her features, splashing the entire contents of the drink that Emma had left all over the woman, before turning and storming out of the club as best as she could without running into people.

It wasn't until she got out in the fresh air that the true weight of the situation settled over her shoulders. Staggering in spot, she got her phone out with shaking hands and called the first person she thought of.

Lucy.

"Please pick up please pick up.." she pleaded as tears began to form in her eyes.

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