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Leaving Tumblr
Hey everyone, this is going to be my last post here. I've been rping on tumblr for a number of years now and it's come time for me to leave. It's not an easy decision and I do make it with a heavy heart, but there's several reasons why I'm doing this.
I'm 30 now and I finally have a job for the first time in my life. My hours are still somewhat spotty, but everything has gotten busier and I just don't have the time to fiddle about on here, trying to put my all into editing and writing like I used to.
Tumblr has made it so fucking hard to be able to edit and cut posts. I was muddling along just fine with x-kit, until it stopped being supported and xkit rewritten came along. I know they're doing their best, but the new way to cut posts is so annoying and doesn't allow full freedom of editing posts like it used to. And the new quick tags system is INCREDIBLY invasive and annoying. But what it boils down to is that there shouldn't have to be a whole other program dedicated to fixing the issues that Tumblr caused in the first place.
Maybe it's just the circles I run in, but there's a severe lack of engagement with many people I follow and who follow me back. It didn't used to be this way, but it just seems like people have gotten more and more insular and don't want to reach out to others. I feel like no matter how many starter calls I put out or how many ask memes I reblog, I only get them from the same one or two people. It's very discouraging and frustrating, it makes me not want to write when the goal is to have as many interactions as possible to help expand and grow your muses.
My blogs will still be kept up. I don't want to take them down and get rid of threads and questions I enjoy rereading, but be aware that I won't be on them any longer. If you want to contact me, you can do so on discord as I'm always on there. I have valued the time I've been on here and the friendships I've made, and hope to continue them on discord.
Thank you all for the fun times I've had here. I love you all, be safe, and keep on being creative.
Rain
{ Noel has absolutely punched Jacob the Wannabe Witch Hunter at least three times since being in the human realm. Kiddo’s already twitchy af with this new environment, a grown man coming up to him and his friends while screaming unhinged conspiracy theories def activated his ‘fight or flight’ response and bby boy chose violence every time. }
🞠🐦︎🞠 hecatcd
“It’s okay, it’s okay, sweetie.” The Goddess knelt down before the sobbing Grimwalker, black gloved hands cupping his face and gently wiping away his tears as they fell. “Slow deep breaths… In… and out…”
She began to demonstrate, taking in a slow lungful of air through her nose before letting it out from her mouth. It hurt her to see him this upset, though she could understand why. Losing a loved one like Flapjack was never easy, doubly so knowing that he gave his life for Noel’s.
“Take it nice and slow…”
Noel does as she demonstrates, mostly because he’s so tired and been crying so much that he barely has any tears left to shed. He brings a hand to his face and drags it across his eyes, recent scabs reopening and smearing blood with the tears. A sniffle, and he’s mostly calm again.
“Goldie...G-Goldie was d-dying and...and s-so was Flapjack s-so...so Flap...h-he...he gave his m-magic to Goldie and saved them. I kn-know it’s Belos’ f-fault but...but...” He almost chokes on his next breath, croaking out his words guiltily.
“Wh-why am I m-mad...mad at G-Goldie too? It’s...it’s n-not their f-fault...”
🞠🐦︎🞠 strigidaeparliament
The old man carefully stood, cradling the blanketed Noel against his hip as if he were no more than a babe, as ever the massive towering figure.
“Alright; cridhe daor…we’ll get you some tea….perhaps a snack, if you feel up to it.” Belos began to walk with his nephew held close, as if it were the most simple and acceptable thing in the world for the Emperor of all people to carry around his teenage charge.
What was anyone gonna do? Tell him to stop?
No, he doesn’t feel up to any food. But what else is new? It’s not like the recent trauma has made his anorexia go away. It’s just given him a legitimate reason to not eat, what with his anxiety upsetting his stomach too much to feel hungry. Mrs. Noceda had subtly pushed some therapy pamphlets at him...but just like the scheduled surgery for his brain--that’s also been put on the back burner.
At least it makes him easy to carry, being as underweight as he is. Noel would normally insist on walking himself, but he’s quickly reaching the ‘numb’ part of his recent trauma and his legs feel like jelly.
🞠🐦︎🞠 hecatcd
That was a name she hadn’t heard in a long, long time… If it even was the same witch she was thinking of, that is.
“He… didn’t happen to mention anything else about her? Like her surname or what she looked like?” She was fishing now, trying to get a solid thread to pull on in this tangled weave. “Anything really?”
Noel can only shake his head, his mind replaying that moment, making him feel sick all over again. “N-n-no...he j-just...just s-s-said Evelyn...”
The tears are coming from his already sore eyes, trailing down his cheeks and dripping off his chin. “H-he fa...fa...h-h-he killed F-Flapjack! He k-k-killed my P-P-Palisman and a-almost killed G-Goldie too!”
🞠🐦︎🞠 hecatcd
“Did you say…. ‘Evelyn’?”
Noel nods to Hecate. “Y-yeah...he said the name Evelyn.”
“A-and there’s this whole...s-story too. About C-Caleb being seduced by a w-witch and...and I think...I think th-that witch is this Evelyn.”
And Caleb is supposed to be him. But he’s not quite ready to confront that bit of information yet.
And now there’s another name, another mystery as well. Belos said “Evelyn.” very clearly as he sought to crush Flapjack.
“Caleb...and Evelyn...who are you both?”
🞠🐦︎🞠 amethyst-slime-king
He smelt the blood before he saw it, and in that moment he couldn’t bring himself to give a damn about his clothes. They were worthless compared to the priceless treasures he held in his lap.
He didn’t know what had happened, or where Noel and the others had gone. But whatever it was, it was causing more unseen cracks to his son’s already unstable psyche. The wounds could be worried about later, right now? Noel’s emotional person needed more attention, let him calm first.
“Cry, scream, wail, just let it all out Noel. Holding it in will do far more harm I’m afraid…” He hummed, gently rocking them in a soothing motion, a hand rising to wipe at his own eyes. He thought of something to help, anything, then remembered a song he’d heard Howell singing to Pammy.
“….you’re ok, you’re alright… I’ll never ever leave your side~, I will stay, and I will fight…with you~.” 🎶
He’s already done a lot of that; screaming and crying. To the point that his eyes and throat are sore, the fact that he’s still able to squeeze tears out is a miracle. Noel brings a shaky hand up to his face and wipes his eyes, smearing blood on his skin and not really noticing. He takes a deep breath and hiccups, which seems to startle him out of his impending spiral.
How can he even begin to explain everything to Darius? Not just Flapjack and Goldie, but the months in the human realm? The terrifying things like cars and bright lights lining the streets, humans wanting to get close to him and ask questions, unfamiliar food, going to the ‘hospital’ and undergoing many tests with strange machines that peered into his eyes and brain. The fact that he was just DAYS away from the first surgery that could have helped with his eyesight!
Noel releases a miserable groan, followed by a clogged sniffle--further calming down when Darius begins to sing. He recognizes the song, has heard Howell sing it before...Titan, he’s missed Howell so much too!
On anon, tell my muse what they need to hear
It can be good, can be bad - it can be OFF anon. It's your choice.
"Nach bhfuil cead agam a bheith sásta? Cén fáth a gcaithfidh mé a bheith feargach le mo chúpla freisin? Ní dhéanann sé aon chiall. Mothaím chomh ciontach."
🞠🐦︎🞠 strigidaeparliament
“Most things are; eun b-…” he trailed off, chewing on the inside of his cheek at the pet name he usually used for his multitude of niblings that bore the visage of ‘hunter’ in some way.
‘Little bird’ might ring hollow and painful after what had happened; wouldn’t it?
His thoughts were cut short by the gag, Belos quickly lifting Noel so that he wouldn’t choke if something did come up “Ah–Are you alright? Perhaps I should get you some mint tea…something gentle and warm to help you through this.”
Yeah, that particular nickname would only serve to make him feel worse. He can’t look at any bird right now without feeling overwhelming loss and sorrow. Flapjack was his first friend outside of Goldie...ever. The realization that a Palisman chose him and his twin was one of the best times in his life. He doted on that bird, tasted freedom with Flapjack, was comforted and motivated by Flapjack.
Knowing that the Palisman’s magic lives on in his twin is only a cold comfort for Noel, and he feels even sicker with the feelings of anger and jealousy aimed at Goldie--even though he knows logically it’s not their fault.
“Fine...m-mint tea is fine.” Normally he prefers plain green with a touch of honey, but he’ll take mint for his upset stomach.
🞠🐦︎🞠 strigidaeparliament
“….” it was a loaded question, especially considering his upbringing.
But he couldn’t just leave it hanging in the air; could he? He didn’t want Noel to feel worse than he already did; so…
“…Yes….I have. I used to feel that way….quite often.” Belos said softly as he continued to try and comfort him.
“However…another person’s suffering does not lessen your own. You have the right to hurt, and wish for comfort, regardless of what has happened to others.” he spoke slowly, carefully, wanting choose the right words now more than ever, even if he wasn’t entirely sure what they would be.
Noel presses his lips together in a thin line, listening to his uncle’s undoubtedly wise words...but unable to take them to heart. Not right now. He makes a short hum in the back of his throat and shakes his head. “It...it’s...”
“It’s...c-c-complicated...I g-guess...” Doesn’t feel like he has a right to be upset as he is, considering what his twin just went through. Can’t even begin to imagine the horror of having another person’s consciousness inside your own and trying to take over--to use your body like a meat suit. The thought actually makes Noel gag, though there’s nothing in his stomach to bring up.
🞠🐦︎🞠 ed-blight
“It’s alright- I’m sure it’s not too fun in Noel Land.” He said, tapping on his head to indicate what he meant.
“Why don’t we go for a walk?”
Magenta eyes narrow, unsure if he should take that as an insult or not. Again, he knows that Edric means no harm...but yeah, no shit his brain is a fucking mess...well, messier than it normally is.
“...Fine.” It probably beats out of sitting around and drowning in his renewed depression. Noel stands with a grunt and brushes his pants off.
🞠🐦︎🞠 amethyst-slime-king
That broke him, after months of not knowing, after months and fierce denial, he knew his children weren’t gone, they weren’t, they were strong. And here Noel was, his baby was alive, shaken, traumatized, but he was alive.
Darius didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around Noel, pulling him into his lap and tucking him against his chest, Pammy effectively sandwiched between them. He held his children like he feared they’d be ripped from him at any second, pressing a kiss to Noel’s forehead and choking back a sob as Pammy curled into Noel’s hold. Patting his arm with loud “shhhh” noises.
“I’ve got you my sweet, I’ve got you. And I’m never letting go again.” He mumbled against blonde hair, as tears rolled down his own cheeks.
“You’ve been so strong, and I’m so proud of you.”
That’s nice of Darius to say, but Noel certainly doesn’t feel strong in the slightest. Just like he’s been treading water this entire time, yet again, until the next big trauma that’s left another scar of his psyche. Seeing Goldie like that, covered in knotty, green scars with horns and glowing eyes frightened Noel to the core. He thought, truly thought, that his twin was lost to him in that moment.
And even further, when Goldie stopped breathing and Flapjack...oh Fl-Flapjack...
It’s. Not. FAIR!
His bloodied and scabbed hands find Darius’ cloak and cling tightly--now covered in bleeding welts and picked scabs and reopened scars from fretful nails and gnawing teeth in a self destructive attempt to soothe his anxiety.
🞠🐦︎🞠 strigidaeparliament
“There we are, sweetheart…” he cooed softly, shifting his position so that Noel could lay comfortably “We don’t have to talk about anything if you don’t want to…but I’m here for you; alright?” Belos rubbed his back in slow circles.
“Do you...” Noel begins, then trails off to clear his throat, as his voice is very scratchy from crying and yelling recently.
“D-do you e-ever...feel like...like you...d-don’t have a...a...y’know, a r-right to...b-be upset...because o-others have...uhhhh...h-had it w-worse than you recently?”
🞠🐦︎🞠 ed-blight
“I..” Woah! He didn’t think it would be that much. Edric sighed.
“If you just wanna talk about it.. We can do that too. O-Or not! It just sucks to see you all.. Gloomy. Gloomier than usual.”
Noel winces internally once he registers his tone of voice. Snappish and rude; very unlike himself and nothing that Edric deserves. The older boy is just trying to help, after all. “Sorry.”
Well, that’s one way to put his mood. Gloomy. Yep, that’s him.
