*After a lot of thinking, Iâm moving blogs and this one is going to be archived. More on this beneath the cut*
So....hereâs the story - while my work and family life have definitely contributed to me not being here as much lately, the most pervasive factor was the continuance of not-very-nice anons. Now, I donât get these all that often and in the past, Iâve been able to simply shrug them off as the pure ridiculousness they are, thatâs not been the case lately.
In short, the anon thing contributed heavily to my lack of muse and motivation to the point where at the weekend and yesterday, I was thinking Iâd just walk away from tumblr rp completely. However, I spoke to good friends and lovely people for advice etc and now....well, a change is needed so a revamp and move f blogs it is.
Iâm hoping this will give me the chance to breathe easier when on here, to not worry so much over every damn thing I post offending or upsetting someone to the point they think faceless bullying is the answer. I hope that it will bring back the immense joy I feel in rpâing because dayum, I miss that a LOT!
The new blog is already up and running, thanks to my sensei Ange(l) and for now, I have only followed those who Iâve been holding drafts for here. That being said, if youâre not one of those and you want to carrying on interacting, either through threads or ooc via IMâs, then please let me know via IM and Iâll either send you a link to the new blog or follow you from there.
For obvious reasons, the new blog wonât be linked here on a public post!
Anons will regrettably be always turned off on the new blog, again for obvious reasons.
Also, Poppyâs blog will be archived and I have no plans to reinstate her on the new blog.
I want to thank each and everyone of you who have written with me here over the years. I had a blast and now, need to get back to that blasting rather than feeling weak, overly self-critical and paranoid. I hope youâll all understand and accept my decision but, if you donât and also donât want to interact any longer, then no hard feelings and I wish you well.
Please, be kind to each other, respect boundaries and opinions, even if you donât agree with them? Smell the white roses and appreciate the little things, like sunshine, fresh air, clean water, civility, the smiles of the people you love.
But most of all, be kind to yourself? Depression, anxiety, suppressed emotions - they rot away your soul and so, whatever you can do or need to do to find your happy, is totally okay (unless it causes harm to others naturally lol).
*Hiatus continues, I'm afraid. I have zero muse along with zero confidence in my writing atm as it would all come across bitter and boring. I hope it comes back soon, I really do because I miss you guys so much x*
*Hello to all. I know that I promised replies but.....things aren't too conduscive to rp'ing for me atm and so, with regret, I'm placing this blog on a (hopefully) short hiatus. I hate to do this, I hate keeping people waiting, I hate having to admit defeat but I look in my drafts and nothing comes.....so I think I need to take the pressure off myself a little. I hope those waiting on me will understand but please, let me know if you'd rather drop the thread we have at the moment. Love to you all â€â€â€â€*
*After a busy weekend, I'd planned on doing some replies tonight....then the worst hayfever attack I've had in way too many years struck and now, I can barely see let alone think up what to put in replies. I shall try again tomorrow x*
*After a busy weekend, I'd planned on doing some replies tonight....then the worst hayfever attack I've had in way too many years struck and now, I can barely see let alone think up what to put in replies. I shall try again tomorrow x*
"This is Old Comber 30 yr pure pot Irish Whiskey - literally the rarest and most elusive brand. And seeing as the booze is rare, I just had to get you a vintage dram glass to drink it from, right?
LĂĄ breithe shona duit! To my Eric, from your Kit â€"
"---a wha'? Ye mean, ta some doctor or somethin'? Ye know how I feel 'bout doctors, bu'---I a'so jus' want the best for our daughter. I guess we should maybe try."
Random ask!
âA doctor, yes. Someone like me, I suppose - though more versed in younger psychology. But I think the first step is contacting our local GPâs about it. They probably have one of the nurses or nurse practitioners we could speak to first, to get a bit of general advice......shall I make an appointment for us?â.
The troublesome past that haunted her was not something that she allowed herself to face. She chose to ignore the situation in Paris that had momentarily followed her to New York. She admired the fact that it had made her a stronger person, but to dwell on it any longer made things worse. Even if it still haunted herâŠÂ
Perhaps one day she would trust someone enough to finally tell them the truth of all that had happened, but currently she remained locked away hidden and denying.Â
âI can understand that. The city can be rather exhausting. See for me, itâs a vacation so I spend most of my time sight seeing, restaurants, Royal Albert Hall. So itâs stimulating but I can control that stimulationâŠâ She could imagine living in London all the time would be a lot.Â
Her blue eyes watched as their food was delivered. She thanked the waitstaff before laying her napkin across her lap and reaching for her the freshly filled glass so she could take a sip. âGreenwich. I have a good amount of shrubs wrapped around the house, because I demand windows and I donât want anyone seeing me running around my house naked⊠but thatâs the most green I allow in my life. I donât like the outdoors⊠bugsâŠâÂ
While it was something that everybody did, Kit side-stepped the ârunning around nakedâ part, if only to save the admittance that there was small part of her - a deeply hidden part - that got quite the thrill at imagining being caught by the right person when without clothes. Only the right person, of course. Not some chap peering though windows in the hopes of catching a free view of âthe goodsâ.
The right person was, up to now, someone unknown to Kit. Despite two marriages and a steady stream of âsuitorâsâ (as her mother would term them), Mr Right remained a figure cloaked in both shadow and mystery. Maybe, he would remain elusive. If so, the Mr Right Nowâs would do on a temporary basis.
âYou might want to consider blinds or black-out curtains for the winter months. Canât imagine that bare branches would preserve your modestyâ she commented, a small, fleeting wink and a sly smile indicating that she was indeed, only teasing.
âSeriously though, let me know next time youâre in London and Iâll make sure to take you somewhere brilliant. For being so kind to me and answering all my pesky questionsâ.
a-kitten-with-claws asked:Â Letter meme no.4 please?
send one of the following for a letter from my muse to yours: ACCEPTING
II @a-kitten-with-clawsâ
4 - our muses have had a huge row:
Dear Kit,
Iâm not going to pretend that things have been rather icy between us these past few days⊠Or, at least, icier than usual. Iâm also not going to go around acting like I wasnât the one who caused this because, at the end of the day this was my fault.
That fight we had⊠Iâm sorry. I shouldnât have said what I said. Itâs just that these past few months being around you has made me confused on edge. Yet, despite my stress that is still no excuse for what I said.â Youâre not heartless, nor are you a bad person. I know that now. Yes, we may have our differences when it comes to certain topics, like the law, but I know now that thereâs a lot more to you than I initially thought.
I guess what I am trying to say is that I am sorry. I honestly feel awful and this silence between us just feels unnatural. I also understand if you want to cut the deal short. After I behaved that night I canât blame you. Still, if itâs any comfort, I also want you to know that I am still willing to go through with my end of the bargain. I promised to protect you after all, and thatâs what I intend on doing, if you will still have me.
I truly am sorry, once again. I really hope you can forgive me so we can become⊠Whatever it was we were before I said what I said.
Richard let out a silent sigh when he heard Kitâs honeyed giggle. Although he was busy sorting about the fridge, the copper didnât need to turn around to know that Kit was enjoying this way too much. They were in his own flat, for Christâs sake! How the hell did the conwoman manage to have him under her little thumb even in his own home?
âWeaknesses, yâsay?â he hummed thoughtfully, as he started up the stove before cracking a couple of eggs onto the frying pan. âAre yeâ tryinâ to tell me thaâ Sandwick has a number of weaknesses, which arenât on the files yâgave me? Aârighâ then. Iâm all ears. Tell me, whaâ exactly are these so-called vices?â
Clearly, sheâd piqued his interest now and to be fair, what she was about to say, would only add fuel to the fire.
âMr Sandwick has a penchant for the young......the very young. At first, I thought maybe the scores of girls....and I am using the word âgirlsâ here very literally....around him were maybe the nieces he purports them to be. But no, afraid not even a man with several siblings could have that many of them. They tend to all look the same too - blonde, curls, doe-eyed, a touch too much timber on the frame to pull off some of the sleeker fashionable designs but yet they keep squeezing themselves into them...probably at his behest. And they all canât handle liquor. Or are Mickeyâd up to the eyeballs on some of that illicit product heâs made so much cash out of. Either way, damn fools spend way to much time giggling and fawning over him. Which....God love them, must he hard because the man is utterly repulsive.......â.
Kit sighed and rolled her eyes, imaging the scene sheâd witnessed at that party and fighting the urge to retch by standing and walking over to join Richard in the kitchen.
âNow......Iâm not saying that I witnessed something illegal here. I have no doubt that the flighty bits of frill-clad ladies were actually of legal age for the drinking, dancing and debauchery at Sandwickâs get-togethers. But if those are the ones on his arms when heâs in company.....then imagine what kind of lover he keep behind closed doors, hmmmm?â.
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