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HERE WE GO BOYS ITS READY

fresh blog, new url, new fc (so no icons yet,) all drafts written and queued, muse all time high

[erebius]

HERE WE GO BOYS ITS READY

fresh blog, new url, new fc (so no icons yet,) all drafts written and queued, muse all time high

[erebius]

guys my cocoon emerged look at her 😭😭😭

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and if i change vics fc for the first time since his creation what then

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i am making moves behind the scenes

[erebius]

had an infection for the past two weeks. just got on antibiotics the other day and called out of work and i'm just now starting to feel better. every time i mention wanting to be active again/revamp a blog/etc something happens to me, lmfao. that being said, (hides in a sea bear circle,) i'm getting the writing itch, still trying to think of new vic urls, still planning a fresh blog if i can actually get to it. this is the first time ive sat at my desk in ages bruh

also, @creatored :) we all saw it coming, while i brush the dust off here and my multimuse this is where i'm remembering how to write again hehe :3

[erebius]

frankensteinlover123 here to report that i loved the movie so much i could cry

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the constant erebius struggle of wanting a fresh blog move but not wanting to lose the kitty badge

[anoffering-a]

@erebius: i'm always ready to make a damn fool of myself.

it turned out that living typically consisted of making an absolute fool of oneself — but whether or not someone was willing to admit it, that was the biggest part. “ good. because you'll be doing a lot of that today. ” he looks out at the town, at his friends who are shopping, talking, doing whatever else they may be doing — they were an odd bunch. to be fair, so was he. “ i need to check in with my... team, i guess they could be called, make sure we're on the same page before we send you out. i'm glad you agreed to help us. we're short a rogue, so... ”

[erebius]

he's so weary , even now. victor hasn't exactly had a good experience with groups and teams , but he can't underestimate safety in numbers. if amos or any of his allies comes across him alone———he's fucked. and who's to say he won't aggravate this group , TURN EVEN MORE PEOPLE AGAINST HIM ? its an impossible choice. but caleb has been kind enough to him , and at this point———victor is too sick and high to be overly-cautious. he nods , uncomfortably scratching the back of his neck. ❛❛ i can be useful. i'm good at what i do. just point me in the right direction . . . ❜❜ he falters at the thought that caleb might leave him alone to go talk to him , and his heart thuds in his chest like a drum. he swallows hard , and takes a step closer , a stray animal following at safety's heels. ❛❛ um . . . can i come with you , and like , meet them ? then they can see i'm alright. ❜❜

[shesnake]

[erebius]

hi guys i have a luna moth caterpillar named sprout now so im living my best life actually

[miss-polly]

Always an affectionate cat, Marius returned the gesture by licking Victor's nose, and leaping onto his shoulders, settling in as a particularly handsome scarf. Polly, meanwhile, grimaced at the idea of wolf guys. She had never allowed herself to hate someone before, but the ghost of the anchor still pained her to this very day, a reminder of the blind tenacity of the man they'd once called friend. What a sunny pair we make, Polly thought bitterly, and wrapped her arm through his as much to comfort herself as it was for him. "Do you ever want to go back?" she asked. "Not right now, but...you know. Someday."

[erebius]

no matter how long its been , they always fall back into place with each other. they know each other———POLLY AND MARIUS KNOW VICTOR NEEDS TOUCH , they know how gloomy he can become if no one stops him. marius on his shoulders is like a hug , and polly's arm through his like another. he sighs , using that link to tug her closer. ❛❛ of course i do. denerim is my home. ❜❜ deflating , he leans his cheek on the top of her head , and wonders if the comfort she's giving him is comparable to what he tried to offer her , back in their skyhold days. ❛❛ like , i'm literally homeless right now. its kinda funny , but . . . well , its actually not. i just try to make it funny. anyways———i'd like to help them put the city back together , when all of this is done. maybe it'll be good practice for helpin' with that cottage of yours. ❜❜

[anoffering-a]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ teeth of god, blood of man.

a multimuse by blythe, featuring muses from dragon age, the folk of the air, original canon, and more.

[fen-harel]

victor conley's head was not where solas expected to be today. or ever, frankly. his plan was in shambles, his lyrium dagger lost somewhere in arlathan, and his biggest nemeses were out and terrorizing the world. basically, everything that could have went wrong did. “ are you pleased? ” he basically snarls, staring across the void of victor's mind at the man himself — how this was even possible, he did not know. he would be a fool not to take advantage, even if it were just to express his displeasure. “ elgar'nan and ghilan'nain are loose, and there is nothing we can do to stop it. you've doomed everyone. ”

@erebius

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confusion is turned quickly to a snarl to mirror solas' , victor's eyes going wide as he spins too-fast to face the other. ❛❛ oh no , don't you even fucking dare. ❜❜ its strange for him to have such a loud voice , now. a decade free from amos and he still feels a lurch in his chest raising his voice to someone. but he's so angry. EMBERS SPARK AT HIS FINGERTIPS , his fists clenching at his side. ❛❛ nothing would have fucking happened if you'd stopped and listened to us. that was your ritual , you're to blame for this shit ! ❜❜ his head throbs in the back where he'd landed on it , a hand instinctively reaching to rub it as he steps forward towards solas———nearly toppling over into the ravine between them. fucking hell. is this the fade ? what's even going on ? his head spins. had solas said elgar'nan and ghilan'nain ? ❛❛ is that who that was , that came out of the ritual site ? who are they ? stop throwin' your blame at me and tell me what the hell is going on. where are we ? ❜❜

[erebius]

*does the hand thing.. again.*

victor gazes up at ren with a glint in his eyes , a cat-like smirk taking to his face. leaning into the other's hand , it looks like if people could purr———he would be. ❛❛ what ? ❜❜ voice just above a whisper , laced with mischief; I'M LISTENING. he turns his head just so , enough to playfully graze his teeth against ren's hand. ❛❛ you've got my attention , if that's what you were after. ❜❜ @nargaladh

[be1indas]

hands raise, palms forward, to show she means no ill-intent. belinda just wants to help. after all, she was like him once. it seems like a whole lifetime ago that those robots came crashing into her home, taking her away to a universe she didn't understand. all she wanted was to go home. see her parents, her nan, and go to work. the stars didn't interest her. not at the time, anyway. recently, though . . all the things she's seen . . her mind might be starting to change. ❝ he's not really a doctor, that's just his name. which, yeah, it's stupid. why call yourself a doctor if you haven't - anyway, i am actually a nurse, and i think you might be having a panic attack so it's important that you focus on your breathing. ❞ easier said than done, apparently. belinda backs up slightly, giving victor more space to process his new surroundings. the tardis isn't helping much, as it whirrs and groans in, what she thinks, is pain. something is really wrong. ❝ i'm not an alien. i'm just . . i'm from the future, yeah? 2025, to be specific. my ex bought me a star and accidentally made me queen - it's a long story. ❞ head shakes. not the time and place. ❝ i'll get you home. well, i'll try. i've never flown this thing on my own. ❞

[erebius]

everything she says gives victor twenty more things he's hopeless to unpack. from the future , queen of a star , and flying———are they flying ? he hadn't done well on the airplane from london. amos had laughed at his colorless face , the way his hands trembled. this does look like a space ship , though. that would be so much worse than an airplane. ❛❛ flown ? are we flyin' ? ❜❜ at least he can talk , now. flying , maybe in space. how would drugs react to that ? not good , he assumes. he gasps a large , sharp breath , starved at this point of the oxygen and trying to keep ahold of his mind. tommy always told him to be honest in hospitals , ambulances. DOCTORS AREN'T THE COPS. they only care about what you took so they don't accidentally make it worse. ❛❛ listen , if you're a nurse , i'll be f-frank with you———i'm not having a panic attack , this is really fucked up and i'm on a lot of drugs right now and not sure how much of it is real. hopefully fuckin' none of it . . . ❜❜ he trails off , finally looking up again at the harsh white of this possibly-a-space-ship interior , which makes him squint. his heart sinks at the lack of that floaty-feeling he gets in his weird states , when he knows his memory is about to go. its not here , this room is completely corporeal , which means this much , at least , is real. the space ship part is real. WHAT IS HE SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THAT ? he hides his head again , scratching his head to feel the hair between his fingertips. ❛❛ make that noise stop , make it stop moving , please. please. ❜❜ @folkpoet

[erebius]

OKAY, todays plan is to be here and be posting! i have a lot of drafts already written up and finished, so those are staying, but otherwise—im in a really strong creative slump rn, so i think i need a refresh! basically, im just gonna clear out any drafts that arent written yet (which isnt actually that many) and maybe post a starter call some time this week for some fresh things :)

i am determined to be active on my blogs again tiredness and burnout be damned i wanna play internet barbies