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- a selective multi - muse DEFORMED by chuchu / laila her & she a good old 33 DO NOT TAKE from this blog . INFO / PIN . AFFILIATES : @holyscorch , @undeyth
so talkative today ... ah, but when is he not ? it simply surprises casimir that rather than taking advantage of such an opportunity handed to him on a silver platter, felix appeared almost hesitant -- standing his ground on wanting to see casimir's reciprocating interest, that same interest felix always gave to the abominable creature. ( shameless, wanting ... his desire to devour him always present in both gaze and mouth. ) what brought such restraint now ? ... was he developing a conscious of sorts ? how curious indeed ... enough that it warranted the curator's surprise to remain evident on his face even as felix leans in, breaths intertwining, bodies still pressed together in a way that felt too intimate for it to simply be experimental.
it wasn't often casimir willingly gave away control. it was the essence of his existence. to experiment and use anything and anyone he saw fit to his devices. this sudden willingness to allow felix to do whatever he wanted, casimir himself is unsure where it came from ... and even in the face of felix's own desires, the entity still held himself back. hm ... perhaps there really are some things even the curator can still be perplexed by. casimir says nothing, but does nothing to push him away; closing his eyes, and leaning in instead ... allowing for their breaths to press against each other, locked between their lips. a tender contact, one that incited to felix -- to continue, or push him away ?
his breath catches on cas’ lips. holds a moments belief that he had mattered. BUT AS IT HAS ALWAYS BEEN BETWEEN LEGACY AND LOVE - the latter falls short. it is left with a blue heart and the height knocked out from its couplets and sacrifices. declaring him the fool , the obsessed and the damaged. " come now cas , you. always make these grand statements but deep down your just as afraid as anyone else . that to answer to love is to kill yourself. is it because of what i am ? IS THE BURDEN THAT I AM LOVE itself and that you won't know what's true or false , or is that you think i will take you from everything you know ?"
he slips away from the other . " if not love what if you use me as CASE STUDY ? see how god made me and what that means for mankind. YOU WON'T FIND OTHERS LIKE ME CAUSE THEY SURELY AREN'T AS FOOLISH AS YOU LIKE TO THINK . " there is a deep seated melancholy - tricking the devil within him to cut his tongue and voice the need. " MAYBE i could give you a god in place of me . he hides in each of us and a part of him would make you greater than anyone else.
[ ... ✩ 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃 ᵎ Ꭵdent : @delicategods — " You got very big balls coming in here. I like that.
“ assertiveness is a quality i like to think i've perfected in my years of skilled trade. ” but the appreciation is something she takes a provisional note of nonetheless. ramya's all dark eyes & contemplating countenance as she watches maryam and the way rich, resolute mysticism seems to exude from a body language the gearhead has a hard time dissecting or predicting. inquisitively does her head tilt, feline-ish and perceptive, “ if an audience isn't something i'm owed, then it's something i've gotta take, no ? y'don't get anywhere by sitting and waiting for an opportunity to simply fall into your lap. ”
she steps around the pleasantries. - & takes a thought from the devil's playbook . slipping in and out human measurement with a MOUTH LINED RED LIKE A SLAUGHTERHOUSE FLOOR . " and how has that been treating you ? i heard of a fool down the way who got his ear blown straight off for messing with a local gang ! " a retort that brings her fingers out like a gun pointing at the other's ear with a cheshire grin showing teeth ready to bite. " didn't your mother teach you not to make your bed with your ego , for who knows what hides beyond its touch. " the statement pulls her over the table just inches away from the other . " or does the prospect OF BEING A FOOL EXCITE YOU ?"
Collins is gone.
Namaygoosisagagun First Nation/Collins has burned to the ground. The entire community is nothing but ashes after being quickly consumed by wildfires. They did not have any support from emergency services, and no one offered aid. The community saved themselves by escaping into boats because no one came.
Mishkeegogamang and Cat Lake have lost power. Families are ending up in shelters with nothing. Armstrong, Lac La Croix, Whitesand, Gull Bay, Lac des Mille Lacs are currently in the fires path and all members are being evacuated.
All this loss, all this devastation, and it was entirely preventable.
After steadily underfunding wildland firefighting and purposefully excluding Indigenous wildland firefighters and Indigenous wildfire organizations from wildfire operations, firefighter training, decisionmaking, and resource exchanges, in 2025, Doug Ford slashed the forest firefighting budget.
It's hard to ignore his decision to cut funding and leave us out of adequate fire training (even though we've lived with forest fires for thousands of years—far longer than settlers have been in Canada—and made sure fires like the ones we're all seeing today were prevented through kinisitotēn) when, despite making up less than 5% of the population, we account for 42% percent of all wildfire evacuations in Canada.
And when we are successfully evacuated, we face discrimination and racism—like Kashechewan—because it's always been easier to blame us than it is to blame the true culprit: denialism, corportate greed, and colonization.
The people of Collins and every other impacted community deserve better.
Right now, the AFN is currently accepting donations to help Collins First Nation. If you're able to, please consider donating.
ONWA (Ontario Native Women's Association) is another great place to donate to. They have outreach vans going to motels and inns and offering food, water, resources, and cultural support to those impacted by the wildfires.
Other places to consider donating to are Mikinakoos Emergency Fund, Red Cross, True North Aid, Indigenous Climate Action. You can also send donations directly to Whitesand First Nation via e-transfer ([email protected]) and they request that you add your full name in the e-transfer comment section to receive a tax receipt.
*Before sending money, verify that the appeal appears on an official First Nation, Tribal Council or registered charity channel.
If you can't offer financial support, please consider donating items of need. Moontime Connections is currently accepting drop-off donations. If you live in the Thunder Bay area, Namaygoosisagagun Health Office is also taking in donations! They can also bemailed to Superior Inn Hotel & Conference Centre at 555 West Arthur Street, Thunder Bay, ON, P7E 5P8.
items needed are: food, diapers, medical masks, men’s and women’s joggers (all sizes), children’s clothing (newborn to size 14), children’s shoes, summer clothing, men’s clothing, toiletries (lotion, Vaseline, toothpaste, toothbrushes, shampoo, conditioner, soap, deodorant, etc.), strollers, adult depends-all sizes, dog & cat food
wīya ispīh iyiniw-kiskīyihtamowin pasikōpayiki kāwi askiy ta-iyihyīmakan
from here @holyscorch
TXT : ( hot asshole ) - how can you not wanna COME HOME TO ME ALL TIED UP ?? !!!
TXT : (hot asshole ) - i got myself all ready for your experiments and you’re gonna leave me hot and bothered ?!!
TXT : ( hot asshole ) - WHO ARE YOU WITH?
TXT : ( hot asshole ) - it better not be more fishes ! cause i swear to god cassy …….
TXT : ( hot asshole ) - i will make such a mess it will take you an eon to clean it up .
i get really turned on when you patronize me. it's really hot. (said with full sarcasm, for jibril! <3)
he hadn't expected this out of the other , BROODING AND FISTS YES , this though not really. and he knows that he should let it be but why not have a good laugh in the midst of all the things they're going through . " ah so you ( @hoodred) like to be called a good boy . " he points his gaze down on the other. fingers pinching at jason's clothes as though picking through sludge . " do you wanna be told that your a hero - the best of the best ? the great red - hood ?" he circles around jason now - close enough to PEEL HIM APART BUT FAR ENOUGH TO NOT GET HIT. " do you want me to tell you that your so perfect robin batman should have never let you go ? is that what you need to feel like a man ?"
his eyes trail from the other's face down his body - " or do you need a stronger dose of this ? " jibril smiles , less leering and more playful. keen to see how far the game would go be for it curled into a fist. " YOU REMEMBER RIGHT, I WAS GOD'S VOICE AND SO I CAN GO ON FOR A LONG TIME ."
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what they never tell you is that in turning away from fate you’ll be left with an aching that rummages around your every breath looking for its other half. and no matter what you become nor how many times you try to talk it away it comes back with a verse or two about betrayal. and so you find him clutching at his back trying to soothe some old pain or another. GASPING FOR BREATH and unknowingly throwing himself out of place and time , adamant for some collection of himself. he hadn’t fallen not like those under the sword . no he’d openly given away his divinity to be human but the pain of it still suffocates him. leaving him a child in the midst of a storm . with a weak voice and lunging hands he can make but a simple plea . “ please make it stop - i’ll give you ( @gracelis ) anything please …”
do you want me to take it apart and put it back together? ( from sona!! )
she should be able to put it back together . but no matter how she reasons it she can't. because to start that you would have to take it apart. AND THAT FEELS THE SAME AS CUTTING INTO HER WIFE'S BODY . it's just a doll but when it's the last thing you have of a loved one it feels like a life . and she is too afraid to see what it would say back to her. she had gone out on the expedition and brought the rot back , had let it crawl all around them till all that was left was this doll with her wife's face and her. and so she pushes it on to the other. " please , ( @iedoloh ) i didn't mean to break us apart again. " her voice breaks as it leaves her hand - declaring her the perpetrator blinded by an attempt at godhood.
ONE WOULD COME TO. THE CONCLUSION THAT HE WAS A DRUNKARD . he. was in fact not one , not by a long shot . having never touched the substance he could not be called one. and yet his actions would stand on the tips of themselves to be declared the actions of such . " do you ( @undeyth ) think putting these jump cables on my nipples will be as good as fucking or should i go lower ? "
LIKE FOR A STARTER / specify muse please & thanks .
-> mobile bound open.
he's huddled under an awning, sat upon the concrete as the tips of his sneakers sneak out into the ongoing downpour. the crisp smell of rain reaches his nostrils, and a light shiver cascades down his spine. hands raise to pull the jacket resting on his shoulders a little closer to his form, the spring temperatures high but the rain bringing in a breeze that gave him goosebumps. " forecast said it's supposed to do this all day, " he began, glancing up his company with a shrug, before turning back to watching heavy droplets reach puddles. " left my umbrella in the backroom at work. great place for it, huh? "
she takes a seat next to him , hands stretched out to catch the rain as though it were a confectionary . " it's probably doing wonders back there. " amusement comes round her face like a child in moments of play. " it's surely standing guard and fighting off all mentions of the rain ." she nudges his arm with her own . laughter caught in between every word of her retort. THIS WAS AN ENJOYABLE ENDEAVOR . for between prescribing purpose , and leading mankind to better pastures, she hadn't much time in which she could just exist .
I am doing Eid things since it’s Eid day . So Eid Mubarak 😜 !!! I’ll be on today for sure , so hold your shalwars it’s gonna be a good one 😏
( from here . ) casmir spins him into his words . weaving a small man in the hands of typhoon. unseamed and shouting for god but only finding the devil . he leans into the hand against his cheek , lorn filled eyes speaking in whispers to hide the howl of his heart. " your deviousness is not an opinion but a fact. " he feels the pressure of his other hand upon his own arm and he thinks to see how far the other would go in retaliation. " you drag me along , question the merit of my existence to now being open to a KISS ?" he stares right into the other's eyes to SEE THE LACK OF INTEREST - and so his mouth finds itself sneering to pool laughter over his declarations. " you know i want to kiss you . but who is to say what this is to you - for is a kiss not the first step to cannibalism ?"
he knows that between the two of them his brand of devouring was based in actual need. and that for the other there wasn't much beyond an unnecessary passion to see the world in his net. " HOW ABOUT YOU KISS ME FIRST AND I SEE WHAT YOU MEAN !?" he takes the space between them again , as though enacting a dance between the ocean and the moon.
So not make excuses - I am struggling a bit and it’s put a damper on my writing . I can’t exactly pinpoint what is but I am sleeping more than getting personal things done . Like yes I’ll make it to work or help around the house but otherwise I just keep sleeping . I don’t know if I need to just take it easy but I am hoping to take some time this weekend and be here and I need someone to hold me accountable lol !
@delicategods texted: do you know anything about doing stitches? I may have swung the bat the wrong way
TEXT: you beat someone up with a bat?
TEXT: classy
TEXT: what exactly do you need from me? A wikiHow?
[ TXT] - UHHHHHHH.............
[ TXT] - how much would you laugh if i said i hit myself?
[ TXT] - that and if you can do it for me ?
[ TXT] - thanks :D
do you ever plan on forgiving yourself?
"i don't—..." i don't think that's mine to decide. "i can't just—..." it doesn't work like that. a vortex of endless tragedy— slow-turning, self-consuming— gathers in the dark of tokinaga's eye. his saccharine smile wavers. there are answers. he can think of too many. see too many. outcomes layered over outcomes, each collapsing under the weight of the next (say this, and something inside her stirs. say that, and something inside him does). none of them are answers he particularly likes, and none of them he wants to give. but @delicategods (as madame sylvia) won't take silence for an answer (when has it ever been an option?), so he turns his lone gaze away— looks at some distant crack in the wall.
the grip on his cane tightens. "would you, in my place?"
she can see the way shame caught at his ankles . holding his head down in a declaration of GUILT THAT DEMANDED PERFECTION . and so it laid out traps to tangle any sense of personhood . but yet even in her life perfection was a fairy-tale told to try and make gods out of men . and so she positions herself around him as a shield. " i would . " it is a simple answer - but at times like these it was the easiest way to start. / " you express a desperation to change but something within you holds you back. - IF YOU CAN UNDERSTAND THEN YOU CAN FIGHT IT , and so you can forgive yourself. " she puts her fingers over his covered eye - just close enough to touch but far enough as to keep herself peering into his line of existence . he was being watched by something and it did not settle well with her - but as she was made she only came to collect them at the end. not make their fate for them .