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I wanna regain passion for -- me, anything I create. Above all.

I want to be Galo Centric again.

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It's hard for me to be positive these days; I'm somewhat of a shell from my Cecil "daily positivity" posts, and I don't really feel like any nice descriptors fit me as of this moment. Making another ooc post on a writing blog feels self-indulgent and greedy, but. I've got to try and be positive again, even if it takes a lot of energy to be.

It matters very, very little what others think in regards to you. As someone that's struggled with body image, you have to learn this early: wear what you want, don't care who stares. Do what you want, be you, not what others want you to be. People will oppose you for it. They will be mean. This shows their character, not yours -- and be thankful you didn't waste time on knowing them, for they aren't worth your time.

It's hard not to care. TikTok and other platforms have made new insecurities, it feels like. It's hard to be any gender without ridicule; it's hard to be you without fighting for it, but always fight for it. The moment you give up is the moment you become like them, and you are beautiful. You are gorgeous, you are you and that's perfect. Never, ever, ever want to be someone else. If you find yourself thinking it, think otherwise. Compliment your hair, your style. Your face, your jokes.

Individuality is important. You have to be you. You don't see it, but you're wonderful. The same reason you'd compliment another, they'd compliment you for.

So, please: be you, and feel no regret.

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I'm gonna' put all of my blogs on semi-hiatus, I'll hop on when I'm able, but otherwise ... I am not here. You may follow or unfollow, but please do what's best for you, ultimately.

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small starter call; I'm unsure when I'll be able to send them out, but I am very dumb and cannot recall the last time I posted one.

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I'm so busy all of the time, if I'm not busy I've got a headache, if I don't have a headache I'm busy, if I don't have a headache and I'm not busy I'm asleep, if I'm not asleep I'm cleaning, if I'm not cleaning I'm --

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I feel like, especially lately, there's been a bigger push in being "ashamed" of your interests and hobbies, with a certain point toward your age as the "reason," among other things -- and I just wanted to say: please enjoy what you do, and do so shamelessly. The world is cruel, has been particularly so here lately, but in order to live, you have to find things you enjoy. To live wholly, to enjoy life to its fullest, find what makes you happy - and don't let anyone shame you for it.

Likewise, being an adult has nothing to do with it. It comes from a childish understanding that adults only busy themself with other matters, but in order to enjoy being an adult, you have to have things that, well. Bring you joy! Something that takes you away from negativity, from things that make you depressed, something that reminds you that life is worth living, that it always is.

There is never any age limit to enjoying life.

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"Maybe Seven should've marketed Zen as an idol...

... oo~ I have some of his singing demos on my laptop~"

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Leon is just here to offer Ashley some well due comfort, opening his arms to her.

Leon ... didn't really like to talk, she thought. Lacing his sentences with sarcasm and a bone-wary ache, Ashley believed he'd probably been beyond the usual definition of "done." However still, he ran, leapt, fired off at everything that moved without even jolting back from recoil, like he was more machine than man -- and it ... made her heart ache.

Ashley was assuming a lot, she knew. The bags beneath his eyes told a story, but not a varied one, didn't lay out all of his secrets for her nosy gaze. She wouldn't want that, anyway, what secrets Leon told needed to be spilled from his lips, not from another's, not from environmental storytelling... he had a history, but that was his, and his alone.

Still, that didn't stop her from insisting too much on a break. Whining about sore muscles went a long way, but that was probably some of Leon's 'duties' leaking into his actions; his protector status ringing aloud, redirecting his thoughts. It was overplayed, sure, her complaints underbreath but still heard, the gradual slowdown, 'hey, this looks like a nice spot!' occasionally thrown out. It was a dirty tactic, a role she didn't fancy playing, the part of president's daughter near tattooed 'cross her forehead. It was necessary, though.

When had Leon last slowed down?

"It should be peaceful that it's quiet," Ashley mumbled, legs drawn to her chest. "I'm more-so used to hustle and bustle... but I'm not a fan of this place's version of that."

If that incident hadn't happened, if she'd - somehow - knew to prepare for something like this, maybe not the weird half-alive, half-dead things, but prepared to be cast into such a dire situation... maybe Leon wouldn't have had to sign up. Wouldn't have had to get back into the trenches. Ashley glimpsed over her arm, stole a look at Leon, illuminated by candlelight. His armor was mostly in-tact, leather still fastened and gear not showing wear. At his bicep, though, a notable indention of teeth, scratches from where canines had dug in and, upon being shoved away, didn't want to let go.

Ashley didn't have to see herself to know she was far, far from being in the same position.

"I'm sorry."

With a shaky breath, Ashley hid like she always had, tucked her chin behind her arms. Held back the tears she knew wanted to surge; that would only make this whole situation worse, the quiet intercepted by her gasping sobs, Leon forced to deal with the awkwardness on top of...

everything else. On top of having to take care of her.

A shuffle of fabric, and Ashley frantically looked to her side, knowing she would see him getting up, leaving her, not wanting to handle this-- but instead... his hands, once fiddling with his gun, once cleaning the chamber and reloading, were no longer busy. Now, his arms were spread wide, as if he were beckoning... her? Leon didn't seem the huggy type, but Ashley didn't care in that moment, all but flinging herself into his awaiting embrace. The bite of his gear stole a chill from her spine, before she relaxed into his warmth, hidden beneath a layer of cool.

"I'm so sorry, Leon. You should be at home, at a bar, doing anything but shooting everything. But, but you're stuck in this awful place, having to help a damsel in distress."

The tears she once held back returned full-force, pitter-pattering against his skin.

"I'm so sorry."

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Given the events Inaba endured, learning a third (sixth? felt more like a third) sense was near mandatory. Weirdos popping outta' televisions, murdering innocents, masquerading as a normal... okay, maybe normal was a generous word given that guy's... everything. All that to say: Chie felt something, and she didn't like it.

Inhale, exhale. Think, and think fast, because any minute --

"HYAH!"

SMACK! Right to the...

Aw, man. She aimed a 'lil too much to the right. All she got was a shoulder hit, that's something a baby could do! Casting aside her pride for now, Chie hmpfs, returning to a defensive posture; posed to strike once more, likely not to miss her target next time.

"What the heck is this about?! You can't just watch random people, guy, that's totally something a weirdo would do! Next time, just come up and ask, yeah?"

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Don't mind the very tall muscle guy just watching you silently, Chie.

It's because he's observing the whole martial arts thing.

Very interesting stuff to a literal weirdo like him.

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"You can breathe under water there?! Maybe I'll start training to become an aquatic athlete! Dunno' if Couch Iansan would let me, though. She'd probably think I'm doing it to get out of my usual training."

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Lips curve into a smirk, disappearing as soon as it reared.

"Bravery's got nothing to do with it," a tsk, Wriothesley folding his arms firm against his chest. "Likewise with your supposed teasing, you also confirmed your own stance. Bottom."

@ashesglow, continued!

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Thinking about how Boothill's heart had beat for the last time, possibly without his knowledge. How he likely longed for death, being reunited with his loved ones for that brief period before he gasped back to life. How everything felt heavier and how everything hurt but nothing was flesh and bone, how could something hurt?

The disconnect, the ability to taste death but not to drown in it. Forever knowing how it felt, and feeling relief at feeling it again, but not now. How his thinking is faster, but sometimes it chugs. Lags, skips over details, how there's a beacon that intercepts his thoughts and makes him unable to think what he wants to.

Having no issue with delivering death onto his enemies, but sometimes feels like they're more deserving of clinging to it instead of being given its peace. The conflict of whether it's a punishment or easy for them. A gift rather than an execution. How he never thinks before he pulls the trigger, even knowing this.

Boothill is a puzzle, and he - himself - has no idea how to solve it.

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wanted to try my hand at redrawing Varesa + actually make her chubby......

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NO YOU!!!

yes so this is random but @ofhope is amazing and deserves all of the love, they're a kind soul, someone who doesn't have a mean bone in their body and someone anyone would be lucky to know and even luckier to call a friend. should definitely give them a follow and should definitely definitely show them some love.

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After a long awaited time, I updated my Pinned to reflect my current muselist + etc. I'm sorry my header and stuff is untouched, but looking at screens this much has my head hurting ... again. @_@

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Nods resolutely.

"Women."