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Thirty five years of utter nerd. ❤️

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That's very sweet, I appreciate it so much. My birthday's technically on the 19th - it's the 18th in Australia right now. It's just been a bit of a different one, currently unemployed and job hunting, and just. Feeling a bit socially isolated all around.

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its my birthday in three days. ive only really told one person online.

its amazing how incredibly lonely and unwell ive been feeling for it. how alarming the isolation is.

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To Know Death {Drabble}

Not many people understand what it means, to be a Master of Death. A shinigami. Reaper. Whatever way you wanna call it, it all means the same thing. You're the last thing everybody gets to see before they 'officially' die.

Ain't that the most cheery fucking advert for a job you ever heard? Be the guy that everyone gets to hate right before they kick the bucket! You don't get paid, and you definitely won't be getting any thank yous.

But the thing that they don't get, it's more than just the title. Or a couple of titles, really. Life and death.. souls.. they're constantly flowing all around us, just.. waiting. Waiting to enter or exit the cycle of rebirth, waiting for people like me to show 'em the way.

Trust me, it sounds a lot more rewarding than it actually is.

It's not any warm and fuzzies of being part of an important process or whatever kind of bullshit the other Gods try to tell you. You can feel a thousand souls slipping through your fingers every day. Sometimes, it doesn't even feel like you're making a difference. The clogged up toilet of the afterlife just gets more shitty and stuck every minute of every hour, no matter how hard you're shoving that fucking plunger.

Nobody said death was pretty, and the metaphors sure ain't gonna be either, okay?

I've had people askin' me before, how sometimes I'm so serious about it, then other times I'm lounging around annoying everybody else. Thing is, there are days where it feels that much easier just to squeeze all those strands flying all around you and tear them all apart.

Why should I have to be their fucking loathed savior?! They get the afterlife they've always asked about, when some of us don't even have the luxury of that choice! Do they thing I even had a say in gettin' this position?! Getting a say in my own purpose since creation?!

Hell, some of us aren't even lucky enough to be allowed to die.

Immortality sounds fantastic, until you're just existing year after year for centuries. Carrying people's burdens, one after another while you watch everything around you wither and decay. Time will age and time will rot, and everything returns to where it came.

Except for Gods, anyway.

Do you know how incredibly frustrating it is, watching mortals making the same mistakes over and over again? All the backstabbing and betrayals - blood, agony, and selling their own grandmothers for a slice of self-preservation!

They never learn. Nothing ever changes. Cycles will always repeat.

Still, never really cared for getting into the spiritual side of shit. But dealing with souls, it changes you. You feel things differently than the mortals do. Often wonder if that's why the other bitch kept banging on about how important it was not to succumb to Ego. If you start thinking about things, and really letting yourself feel them, where does that leave you?

..Like it left Resilience. She couldn't handle watching over it all.

So yeah, maybe sometimes I get a little fucking cranky and lose the temper. You'd reckon that would be understandable, if you could sense death in the air like someone constantly smacking you around with that incense crap. Like I said though - not everybody's gonna understand it. Easier to jump to the first conclusion whatever their stupid little brains are gonna think up first.

It's not like I need them to understand the whole being a reaper thing anyway. Or to 'care'. I'm better off when everyone just stays the hell out of my face.

Better off that way.

..Used to being on my own now anyway.

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do you still roleplay?

There's a post on my page somewhere about being relatively low activity if not somewhat hiatus-y across all the blogs at the moment.

I've just been getting run down, reblogging my own promos for little merit and my open posts falling through on the dash these days. I'm very slowly poking at a few things with friends, but given the state of things, I've been putting more energy into offline things; improving my living space, getting re-employed, so on and so forth.

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I've been spending the last few days doing some serious housework / decluttering, and I can't help but wonder what my neighbors think, me blasting my FNAF playlist and going "FIVE NIGHTS AT FREEEDY'S" whilst I sweep the floor.

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I have a job interview tomorrow!

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{Current Status - Moderately Inactive }

Will still answer any asks in character or out of character

Occasional drawings / drabbles may be uploaded periodically

Will continue to be the main following blog / main blog of side-blogs

Highly unlikely there will be any extensive plotting/threading at this time.

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"Would you people stop asking me; what's the meaning of life?! What's death like?! Is it true that grim reapers are really just nice people?!"

"I'll make it real easy for you, 'right?! Here's your answers! Death, painful, and I'm so goddamn friendly, lettme give you a nice big hug with your own freakin' arms!"

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Sketching to Songs;

1)- 'Meet Me On The Battlefield' [SVRCINA] featuring @famiglia-lealta

2) - 'All The Kings Horses {couldn't put me back together again' {Karmina} featuring @darlingdummydolly

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I guess on a lighter note.

When I'm not feeling up for interacting and having the Depression Blues, I've been playing FNAF Secret of the Mimic. As usual, I am a big dumb with puzzles.

And having a creature that could randomly spawn himself into ANY NUMBER OF COSTUMES in the same rooms you're in is absolutely terrifying.

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I've spent a bit of time uploading some art and graphic play abouts on my Original Character blog - but now I gotta get my butt moving and pack up for getting to see Beetlejuice the Musical over the weekend.

I know I haven't been super active and writing a bunch, but much love to all of you. See you when I get back from singing about dead people!

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eternitas asked: What type of things would Gig teach Ava? what will he feed him? Will he rock him to sleep? Will he show him magic? try to water him like a plant? and how happy is he when Ava actually has magical abilities and even summons his own scythe?

Fuck's sake. The last kid didn't talk nearly as much as this one.

"Look, Sharky Junior. I can train and teach you how to scythe and not suck ass, but if you're looking for some kinda father-brother figure, boy, are you in the wrong place. Sort out the bare essentials yourself, I ain't some kinda free fridge service!"

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The utter, awkward pain when you decide to take a leap of faith and follow new roleplay blogs - but when they haven't followed you back, you flounder in the 'well now we're not mutuals so I can't interact' zone.

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🌺 send this to ten muns you think are wonderful 🌺

That's so sweet of you! Especially since I'm not even very active right now--

You're all wonderful as well! Thank you so much for being here!🌺❤️🌻

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eternitas asked: How is it taking care of a smol shark? Whatcha feeding him?

"Isn't he old enough to be feeding himself?!"

"I'm having a great time. S'just like the old days, except I'm babysitting on the outside, and I'm not having my ears bleeding from some stupid cow."