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⚅— Update Time! —⚅

Alrighty, guys, so. In the background of me trying to work through my chores and find a good schedule again. I think this whole thing is gonna be a major work in progress. Because! I am trying to really hammer down on my mental health and create a life for myself that is routine, disciplined, and fulfilling! Which means overall I'm going to get a lot less time online, but! It might actually work out being more time by comparison because instead of getting up every two seconds to do something else I'll have like, one single hour in the day (or half hour? I haven't worked it out yet) where I do absolutely nothing else but computer stuff. Which means I won't get as much done as once as I usually do, but I'll at least definitely get something done because I won't sit down, write two words, and then just leave the computer for three consecutive hours afdaeka.

Generally, what I'm trying to do is: 🍓 Start a strict schedule that I follow no matter what 🍓 Include some time for art/creativity away from roleplay 🍓 Include some time to sit on the back porch and talk aloud to myself 🍓 Have at least one hour dedicated to chores 🍓 Have at least a half hour dedicated to journaling/spirituality/introspection 🍓 Start and keep an exercise routine 🍓 Stop social media/screens in general an hour before bed

That's a big ol' checklist and it's going to take a really long time to teach myself how to do all of that in a steady rhythm, but I'm already on my way with it and that's kind of part of where I've been since the last time I said, "I'm coming back this time! Promise!" XD I am coming back. But I don't think I'll ever be as active as I was before. And that's okay. :) I really am working on myself and making a much better life for myself, and I'm really proud of how far I'm coming. I thank everyone for their patience with me thus far and their patience with me going forward. I love writing with you guys and I love being here, and I won't abandon y'all for good, so don't worry. If you're totally cool with me taking 5ever to reply to your stuff, please let me know so I can prioritize folks who might be a little less okay with it, haha. I wanna make sure I can get to those who might get frustrated from the wait. I get it, waiting is hard! We'll get there eventually, y'all. I care deeply for everyone here and I hope you all have the absolute best day that you can!

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{If I have done absolutely nothing else with this blog I have at least made one (1) headcanon post that was apparently so on brand that it keeps getting reblogged onto personal posts like I made a character analysis and not a personal headcanon for my skrunkly old man.}

{And for that I am immensely proud.}

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❂⭃ @fire-branded asked: ⥷❂ ❂⭃ “I know I’m who I am today, because I knew you.” ⥷❂

Wicked Starters

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"I could return the sentiment, dear brother," Byron offered him a particularly soft smile. "Granted, I suppose we both two have someone else to thank for our rearing, but I digress. I was able to flourish with the freedom that your responsibility offered me. And... I could have never asked for anyone so wonderful. I am lucky I was born with a brother who actually gives a damn about me, instead of living under the boorish conflict of who deserves what. I count myself lucky to have a sibling who is my companion rather than my enemy. You would not believe how many I see that cannot say the same."

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Wicked … sentence starters

“I feel… wicked.”

“But, I’m not that girl.”

“I’d like to raise you high.”

“I am a sentimental man.”

“Good news! She’s dead!“

“You’re gonna be popular!“

“No one mourns the wicked!”

“Is it true you were her friend?”

“Believe me, it’s hard to resist.”

“There’s no fight we cannot win.”

“It’s clear we deserve each other.”

“No good deed goes unpunished.”

“There’s a kind of a sort of… cost.”

“Unlimited. My future is unlimited!”

“Let us be glad. Let us be grateful.”

“Listen to me. Just say you’re sorry!”

“I don’t even know what I’m reading!“

“And though I may know, I don’t care.”

“Say there’s no future for us as a pair.”

“Life’s more painless for the brainless.”

“Wonderful. They called me wonderful!”

“I know, that’s what makes me so nice!“

“Kiss me too fiercely, hold me too tight.”

“Those who don’t try never look foolish.”

“Don’t worry, I’m determined to succeed!“

“How I hate to go and leave you lonely…”

“There are wonders like I’ve never seen!”

“I’ve got one more night left, here in town.”

“How do you stand it? I don’t think I could!“

“Why think too hard when it’s so soothing?”

“Go and hunt her. And find her. And kill her.”

“And if I’m flying solo, at least I’m flying free!”

“I think everyone deserves the chance to fly.”

“I need help believing you’re with me tonight.”

“So, what’s the most swankified place in town?”

“Well, it depends on what you mean by ‘friend’.”

“And you felt sorry for me. Well, isn’t that right?”

“And let’s face it, who isn’t less fortunate than I?“

“Isn’t it nice to know that good will conquer evil?”

“I hope you’re happy! I hope you’re happy, now!”

“I know I’m who I am today, because I knew you.”

“But you’ve got me seeing through different eyes.”

“The things one hears these days… dreadful things.”

“Does it surprise you I got hooked, and all too soon?”

“Was I really seeking good or just seeking attention?”

“Well, if that’s love, it comes at much too high a cost.”

“Don’t dream too far. Don’t lose sight of who you are.”

“I’ve lost all resistance and crossed some border line.”

“One more disaster I can add to my generous supply?”

“I really hope you get it… and you don’t live to regret it.”

“Sure, I meant well… well, look at what well-meant did!”

“People are so empty-headed, they’ll believe anything!”

“And I will be loathing, loathing you my whole life long!”

“Don’t wish, don’t start… wishing only wounds the heart.”

“I’ll make every last moment last as long as you’re mine.”

“Many years I have waited for a gift like yours to appear.”

“I think I’ll try defying gravity. And you can’t pull me down.”

“Believe me, I’ve been kicked out of enough of them to know.”

“I’m through accepting limits ‘cause someone says they’re so.”

“I’m through with playing by the rules of someone else’s game.”

“No! No! It’s because, because… because you are so beautiful!”

“I’ve heard it said that people come into our lives for a reason…”

“Something has changed within me. Something is not the same.”

“Now that we’re friends, I’ve decided to make you my new project!”

“But, that doesn’t soften the ache we feel when reality sets back in.”

“Can’t I make you understand you’re having delusions of grandeur?”

“The trouble with schools is, they always try to teach the wrong lessons.”

“Are people born wicked? Or do they have wickedness thrust upon them?”

“Don’t be offended by my frank analysis. Think of it as personality dialysis.”

“My wildest dreamings could not forsee lying beside you with you wanting me.”

“Why couldn’t you have stayed calm, for once? Instead of flying off the handle?”

“There are bridges you cross you didn’t know you crossed until you’ve crossed.”

“Just to clear the air, I ask forgiveness for the things I’ve done you blame me for.”

“I hope you’ll save at least one dance for me. I’ll be right there. Waiting. All night.”

“Somehow I’ve fallen under your spell… and somehow I’m feeling it’s up that I fell.”

“As terrifying as terror is, let us put aside our panic for this one day and celebrate!”

“Unusually and exceedingly peculiar, and altogether quite impossible to describe…”

“Where I’m from, we believe all sorts of things that aren’t true… We call it  ‘ history ‘.”

“I hope you’re happy how you’ve hurt your cause forever! I hope you think you’re clever!”

“I’m limited… just look at me, I’m limited. And just look at you, you can do all I couldn’t do.“

“Who can say if I’ve been changed for the better? But, because I knew you, I have been changed for good.”

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Byron opened his mouth to answer her when she quickly changed the subject to the food. Dodging. She was nervous. And it was with a quick bit of frustration that he wondered who brought her here and chose to immediately just dump her while they went off. Why was she, a perfectly pretty young lady who very clearly had such a good attitude, left to sit here on the sidelines and make idle conversation with old men?

In lieu of a response to the new question, Byron reached past her and pulled up a glazed, jelly-filled pastry, holding it up with a raise of his brow to indicate it as his favorite. Then he leaned against the table and proceeded to take a rather dainty bite from it, not even so much as getting crumbs in his beard. It was a far cry from his usual eating habits, but he wasn't going to make a pig of himself in certain company.

"I have not ever been married, no," he said after finishing up that bite, talking casually as if he were discussing the weather. "My brother is the heir to our family name. And I am just the pleasant extras. Heh, I was given all of the freedom a young man could ever desire, due in part to the sacrifice of my poor elder brother. And what did I do with it? Marketing. Well, and war. But in all of those years I simply never found any woman who made me feel the way all of those ballads say you're supposed to. I don't suppose I even know what love is meant to feel like."

Despite the words he spoke, the mirth never left Byron. He didn't seem to feel any remorse or regret over years lost without a lover. He didn't seem to be missing out on anything. While this particular affair was his least favorite kind of gathering (a celebration he attended almost just for show), he still appeared to be a perfectly happy one.

Business partner - that caused Tifa to wonder even more who was involved in what. Though, today was meant for joy and cheer for the couple to be wed. She would be sure that it's the last thing on her mind, and conversing with the other wedding-goers would definitely spark some charm for the event. The monk had always been a sucker for weddings and the kind of engagements, but attending few as there was nowadays, she wasn't sure the appropriate way to celebrate.

It was true, the ceremony was one of the most lovely she had ever attended. And yes, the food was honestly some of Tifa's favorite. It was a nice change from sector seven, even when food at home carried that extra bit of charm that made it home. She took his words and thought for a moment, nodding along with the sentiment. She quickly nodded when he offered his name and bowed in return as she introduced herself. "Tifa Lockhart!" She may have said it a little too loudly after her drinks, but it didn't matter much. "It's a pleasure."

Her eyes bounced from him, to the people dancing along with the live music that surrounded them. She sighed, almost longingly, but it wasn't normally like her to just jump out and take the stage. Though, she smiled and hummed along to the music as she continued conversation with her new acquaintance. "Have you been married?" She dared to ask after another sip of the drink she held. "I don't know if my own wedding would be this big, but it's nice to dream. I think my style would be a little quieter, but I applaud the couple!"

It almost felt like too serious of a question before she spun back to the finger foods at the table near them. "What's your favorite so far?" She quickly changed the topic, picking up a small bun.

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"I am merely a business partner of the groom," Byron replied, a thin smile on his lips that found comfort in their shared distance from the couple. "I barely know them at all myself, if I'm being perfectly honest. That certainly doesn't take away the charm of the affair, however. The ceremony was as beautiful as one might expect for this setting, and the food, so far, as been rather enjoyable. It can be a bit isolating, though, am I right? Being so distant in an event like this. Oh, but where are my manner? Byron Rosfield, my lady."

He gave her a polite bow as he introduced himself, feeling friendly as he picked up that his new acquaintance may also be the fun-loving type. There was a good possibility that he would never meet this individual again after the wedding, but while he was with her he didn't mind in taking mutual comfort of who bright spirits being squeezed dry by stiff formality. Even if he never spoke aloud of it, Byron was intent on getting across his nature to her. And perhaps this whole thing would be a little less boring than he thought it would be.

Tifa only nodded at his response; she hadn't meant to say the thought aloud. At least, who heard it seemed to be gentlemanly enough. She hadn't been to many weddings, but she read of them often in books and believed that romance thrived in an environment like this. Her date had gotten lost somewhere outside the reception, but she figured they'd make their way back eventually.

It was a smaller wedding, and the monk hadn't known the couple that well. She had seen them around town time and time again, but nothing more than shallow conversation in passing. She was surprised to have been invited in the first place, but seeing as other members of AVALANCHE were here, she wondered if they were involved in that business. She had spent a good chunk of the evening sipping at the bar, too shy to take to the dance floor alone. Yet, the decor, the words shared from the bridal party, the setting -- she still loved all of it.

She held her half finished drink with one hand as she turned to the man she now conversed with. Would it have been appropriate that she might've known the couple through AVALANCHE. Shaking her head -- probably not. "I've seen them around town here and there," she admitted loosely. "I'm just a plus one. They know the couple far better than I do."

"How do you know the couple?" She countered with a shy smile after taking another drink.

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❂⭃ Continued from here. ⥷❂ ❂⭃ @serandipity ⥷❂ ❂⭃ -> Dion ⥷❂

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"I'll have you know that I walked in on this situation, I did not get myself into trouble," Byron insisted, bobbing his head like an angry chocobo. "I wasn't going to just stand here when my comrade needed my help. It is of no doing of my own that we were outnumbered. It won't happen again."

The last sentence was spat darkly, a shadow casting over Byron's eyes. But truly, it was clear that his rage was not aimed at Dion or anyone within his vicinity. It was a rage that passed the faces of a great many who had been affected by the akashic and all that Waloed had wrought. He held animosity for the enemy that bore down on them all now, the core of it all as he'd been appraised of the situation.

"Thank you for your help, truly," Byron insisted. "But I will not be standing by from here on. I will fight. By your side and my family's. I'm willing to call you an ally if you will see me for the man I am. I will not let you down in the heat of battle, I can promise you that."

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{Finally! Byron is out of Draft Land and I'm free of all of my drafts. We did it, y'all.}

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Byron raised a brow, surprised at the question. He had stood and saw the day that Joshua had blessed him, so surely he must have understood at least the basics of that situation... Still, perhaps that wasn't the real question being asked here. Not the mechanics of it, but rather the purpose of it all.

"You'll like as not never get this answer again, but this is the way that I see it," Byron replied, raising his hand as if to demonstrate something. "Clive is your brother, and he loves you deeply. He would do anything to aid and protect you because he loves you so much. Just as much as you love him, I would wager. And he has worked hard to prove that he can do that, and we have trusted him with the blade. But, Clive also has the freedom to do this as a man like any other. He is not a dominant, and he does not bear the precious egg that rests within you. You are not allowed to fight because, right now, that power has not matured enough to take root. There will be so much that you can do, in the future, and you may have no choice. But if we try to pry that open before the time is right, it could be disastrous. Both for you and for all of us. You love your family, this I know. But you have to have patience before you can protect us, too. Not that I think your mother is going to give you much choice, mind."

Despite the way it might have sounded like he was talking poorly about Anabella's view of what should happen come his future, Joshua found he did not want to lead a charge onto the battlefield. The thought of a war terrified him to his core, a shameful thought that he knew he could never admit to anyone. Not even to his uncle, and not to his father or to Clive or even his mother. As the future ruler of Rosaria and the Dominant of the Phoenix, he would have to be prepared just in case it happened.

He nodded. There was no contest between which parent he listened to more. His mother was there for him, and his father wasn't. Joshua didn't really understand it, not in a way beyond being able to note the simple facts of what was there. He was always gone, and likely for something important, but that still left his children alone with only their mother for guidance. For Clive, it meant being ruled over by someone watched for every mistake he made. For Joshua, it meant being sequestered and kept away from anything that could be considered a poor influence.

He was quiet still even when lowered to the bed, though before Byron could leave another question popped out of him: "Why is brother allowed to fight but I am not?" Joshua knew the answer to that question, but there was part of him that hoped that maybe his uncle would be able to provide a different one.

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{Time for me to systematically go through each of my accounts and type up an update, flooding the dashboards of every mutual of mine that follows all of my accounts. I'm sorry my lovelies. Incoming. XD}

{So, we are now more or less fully moved into the house, living out of it and getting settled. There is still a lot of work and unpacking to do, but, I have found, unpacked, and set up my desk and computer, so I should be able to come on a little more. Which means I can finally finally get back to my drafts!}

{Now, my activity is still going to be relatively low. I have a lot to catch up on here and there's still a lot of work going on in our new house, but I can at least take a seat at lunch every day and try to get something done. Hopefully I can get into at least a semi-regular schedule again, and I can return to writing with you guys. If there's anything I reply to that you're no longer feeling, feel free to just drop the thread~ I don't mind starting new stuff in the future instead~}

{I miss you guys so so much. Cannot wait to be more present!}

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"We could only be so lucky..." Byron lamented quietly, mostly to himself. "But regardless, that is the traditional role of the dominant of the phoenix. However, that should surely be some time away yet, and you have plenty of years left ahead of you to learn. I won't blatantly go against your mother's decisions– she is your mother, after all– but I'm not always going to have my eyes on you, now am I? You could get in an awful lot of mischief when I'm not looking."

A short wink to help better infer that Joshua could do plenty of watching the battles and training when Byron was the one in charge of him, something that the man knew Anabella was adamantly against. She wanted to shelter her son from the vulgar world of violence, but Byron knew all too well that the world was hardly soft enough for him to not have to get involved at some point. And while he was sickly now, Byron had hope that he would grow a little stronger every day, until he could hold his own even in the toughest of battles. That he could make his people, and himself, proud.

"Still, there's more to leading a people than mere battle, and that is something your mother is most familiar with," Byron was quick to add as he lowered Joshua down to his bed, now safe in the quiet of his room. "Even moreso than your father, I'd wager. You would do well to take her council a time or two, if for nothing more than politics and management. She is skilled in that aspect of ruling, and her wisdom would serve you well... Boring as it can be sometimes."

He sniffled and wrinkled his nose at the flick of his uncle's finger, but listened in rapt silence. Clive was so strong, and it was near impossible for him to imagine his brother as anything other than that. He was calm and collected when he trained, he was always able to rise up to any challenge presented him, and he ever seemed to hold any grudge against anyone for treating him like he was lesser.

He was just a child, but Joshua wasn't blind to the unfairness of it all. He wasn't deaf to the whispers either, to the rumors that Clive must not have been fully his brother or else he would have been born with the Phoenix instead.

The rumors that Joshua was little more than a mistake.

Joshua didn't fight it when his Uncle lifted him up. It wouldn't be long before he grew too much, that he was too tall, to big to be carried so easily. One day - but his future was one that was never guaranteed. Every day that he woke up with a fever, every night that he struggled to fall asleep with an ache in his chest, was just another reminder of how easily his life couldn't slip away from him.

"Mother says I won't ever be on the battle field. She says that's not where people like me belong." And another sniff before he reached up to rub a fist against his cheek. "... but I thought that's what I was supposed to do as the Dominants. Lead and protect my people."

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❂⭃ @fearlessmonk asked: ⥷❂

❂⭃ " i love weddings. " ⥷❂

Bridgerton Starters

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"Oh yes, they are quite interesting affairs."

The statement was given in the stale and polite manner that was expected of stuffy celebrations like this. In truth, Byron only really cared for the weddings of his friends and family, when he knew those weddings to between two people that loved and cared for each other... Even Elwin's wedding had somewhat left a sour taste in his mouth.

But this wedding was far and beyond anything he could be even remotely invested in. He only knew this couple formally and he was really only here to make connections. It wasn't the grand celebration he would have for a good friend, where he only embarrassed the new couple a bit during the festivities after the ceremony. He had to remain stuffy and formal the whole thing through, and then kindly see himself out afterwards.

But even though he felt so bored of the occasion himself, it wasn't a reason to bring down the spirits of this young lady. Even if he wasn't worried about the formality, he wouldn't want to take what little joy one could receive from such an occasion by being uncouth.

He smiled politely, intent on making conversation since he'd been addressed, "How do you know the couple, if I may ask?"

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Uncle Byron Rosfield is not just any generous nobleman, dude also loaded af.. 😂

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❂⭃ @lured-into-wonderland asked: ⥷❂

❂⭃ A texture they hate & A texture they love ⥷❂

Sensory Headcanons

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One texture Byron absolutely cannot stand is perfectly polished smooth stone. It doesn't kill him to touch it with his fingers, per say, but if his nails come into contact with a smooth, polished surface it has the same effect as a nails on chalkboard sound. His whole nervous system absolutely recoils. Pat the smooth stone, do not scratch it.

A texture that he loves, however, is fine leatherwork. Especially stitching details. It has the exact opposite effect to his senses that scratching smooth stone does. He has a tendency to carefully study any armor or garments he intends to purchase just to give himself an opportunity to feel the leather in his hands and run his thumbs along the stitching.

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{Eventually I'll be able to give you guys a good update, but today I must unfortunately give another bad one.}

{I'm beginning to come to terms with the idea that maybe I'm just a little too exhausted for Tumblr, and new developments have more or less guaranteed it. So basically, we thought we had finally found a good house, but the sell fell through. So we have to keep looking.}

{This whole house hunting thing is really wearing us all out. But I recently started a diet and exercise plan to try to lose some weight and I am in so much pain and I'm so cold every single day that this doesn't help me with the already low energy problem. The past few days I've been putting videos on and sort of... Just turning into static between phone alarms and doing chores? Mentally I have not been present at all, and any time I try to actually write I lose focus a lot. Eventually I just lay down and pass out.}

{But all this complaining to try to explain that I really am trying to do stuff I just... Can't seem to get the gears turning up in my head and my arms hurt a lot to be typing anyway. I think I'm going to stick to mobile for a while.}

{I want to do twewyversary stuff, but I just don't have the energy. I'm hoping over time the exercise will actually give me energy instead of just hurting me and I can come back stronger than ever.}

{I might do a super late anniversary thing later, but yeah. Just gonna rest between stuff and maybe I can very slowly reply? Idk. I don't want to even look at my phone if I'm not logging food or exercise right now.}

{I do miss you guys, tho. Maybe I can come back a bit earlier if we just. Get this house thing, done. But I also remember how hard moving was. ;-; We'll figure something out eventually. I promise, it'll be okay.}

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My boy, there was a time people called me the "Executioner". Or was that my axe? No matter, heads will roll all the same!

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Do they prefer bright lighting, dim lighting, or darkness?

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Some of their favourite flavours or foods

What they smell like

Their favourite scents

A scent that makes them nostalgic

A texture they hate

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Their feelings on physical touch

Their ideal climate and weather

Their favourite type of music

A sound they can't stand

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What their voice sounds like

The sounds they make when experiencing intense emotion

Something that viscerally disgusts them

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