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[fiercebuttkicker-blog]

I wonder if there is such a thing as coming back from the abyss? That’s where I’ve been. 

[lunacarte]

“Surprised? Hmhm, it’s one of my specialties~” Emphasis specially placed on ‘one’, which was followed with a directed wink. Ah, but it’s certainly been some time since he had visited such a rustic location for unrefined drinks. It certainly was providing him with a share of fun, without even having touched a single glass of alcohol. Letting go of her hand now, the thief motions her inside to where they can find seats for themselves. “Let loose, my sweet. It’ll all be on me.”

[fiercebuttkicker-blog]

“I just bet it is..” she rolled her eyes in response to his wink. Just what kind of tricks does he have up his sleeves? She felt her unwanted blush beginning to rise from the previous wink, and crossed her arms again, waiting for it to go away before she smiled in his direction. She casually entered, scanning for seats neighboring the bar, then began to make her way over. “All on you, huh?” she mumbled to herself, a devilishly delighted smile spreading across her face.

[diotheworldus]

“Oh really? I sure hope your not like me, im the type of drunk that wants to have company during the night if you get my meaning~”  He gulped down a shot as well and served her another one.

[fiercebuttkicker-blog]

“Unfortunately, *hic* I do, so, I may have to stop after this last drink.” tossing her final shot back, she attempts to stand up, but bumps into him afterwards. “Hehe, oopsy~!”

[fieryrose-deactivated20230614]

“Hmhm, good choice - I suppose.” Not like the witch knew anything about the quality or effectiveness of guns, but her new acquaintance seemed to do and looked happy enough, so that should work out just fine. “Put… that-” However this particular weapon was actually called. “-on my tab, okay?”, she said to the clerk on duty, who nodded in response. Then she turned towards her current company again.  “I’ll just take a quick trip to the basement. You can wait here for me, if you want.”

[fiercebuttkicker-blog]

She glanced over at their exchange, biting the side of her lip cheerfully as she began to place the gun into the hilt attached to her thigh. She looked back up when her tour guide suddenly decided she has to slip away to the basement..for some reason. Suspicious. “Um, alright. But hurry up. We got drinks waiting~!”

[fiercebuttkicker-blog]

                                          Surprise, surprise!

There’s a strange box present in your quarters, that was most certainly not there the night before you went to bed. It’s fancily wrapped in shimmering gold paper, complete with an expensive silver bow right up on top; there’s not even a message on whom it was from either. Now considering the season, you might think it’s from that jolly ol’Santa Claus everyone talks about for Christmas. If not, that’s cool too. Well, whatever you’re thinking, think again! Not even that plump gift-giver nor anyone else is wealthy enough for this type of bestowing! There’s a new ‘Santa’ in town and he’s as quick as the devil, but certainly generous, (Note: at least, to a certain extent), to those he cares about to pull this stunt. 

If you decide to open the mysterious present, you’ll find two bottles of expensive wine and several tubes of strawberry-scented body lotions in a separate bag inside. Accompanied with these two items is a note that reads, “These gifts are for you, my dear. I do hope you come to enjoy them~ PS. If you need someone to help you finish the wine, feel free to call me ;D“ 

Happy Holidays!

       A new morning came, but in this room it was hard to tell. The room was covered in darkness to the point of questioning the correct time of day. She always kept the blinds closed tightly to keep the sun’s beaming rays away from her eyes. It’d only make her more cranky than usual. She stretched her arms out wide, tilted her head to the side and rose up from her horizontal position. It was Christmas morning, albeit, it felt like a regular day for her. She attended to her personal needs, made a hot cup of coffee, non decaf, and made her way out of her house. 

 Strange. 

    There was a..gift, just waiting for her on her doorstep. She took a long pause, letting the gift that was beautifully decorated, register in her mind. Who would even leave this here for her? She never did believe in Santa Claus. How would that fat, jolly prowler ever get in and out of chimney anyway? The mystery of it all had her..intrigued and filled with wonder, even a tiny hint of excitement. She even felt a twinge of –dare she say it– happiness swelling inside of her. She set the coffee down beside her, bending down to pick up the lavishly decorated giftbox. She looked for a note from the sender –nothing to be found. Who was this mysterious gift giver? She began to slowly unravel the bow, it slipped graciously off the box onto the ground. She lifted the lid, almost assuming it had to be some sort of gag, a joke someone could be playing on her. But, much to her surprise, the first thing she’s greeted with is her favorite scent: Strawberry. She felt the corners of her lips turn up little by little. She scanned the contents of the box to find bottles of strawberry scented lotions in a little bag, and two bottles of wine…really, really expensive wine. And the note she looked for before opening it. She bit the side of her lip, contentment spreading all over her features.

 An expected Christmas, that’s for sure. 

Hmm, that note sounds like it’s from someone she knows..

[tai-korczak]

23 Emotions people feel, but can’t explain

Sonder: The realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own.

Opia: The ambiguous intensity of Looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable.

Monachopsis: The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place.

Énouement: The bittersweetness of having arrived in the future, seeing how things turn out, but not being able to tell your past self.

Vellichor: The strange wistfulness of used bookshops.

Rubatosis: The unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat.

Kenopsia: The eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that is usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet.

Mauerbauertraurigkeit: The inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like.

Jouska: A hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head.

Chrysalism: The amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm.

Vemödalen: The frustration of photographic something amazing when thousands of identical photos already exist.

Anecdoche: A conversation in which everyone is talking, but nobody is listening

Ellipsism: A sadness that you’ll never be able to know how history will turn out.

Kuebiko: A state of exhaustion inspired by acts of senseless violence.

Lachesism: The desire to be struck by disaster – to survive a plane crash, or to lose everything in a fire.

Exulansis: The tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it.

Adronitis: Frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone.

Rückkehrunruhe: The feeling of returning home after an immersive trip only to find it fading rapidly from your awareness.

Nodus Tollens: The realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore.

Onism: The frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time.

Liberosis: The desire to care less about things.

Altschmerz: Weariness with the same old issues that you’ve always had – the same boring flaws and anxieties that you’ve been gnawing on for years.

Occhiolism: The awareness of the smallness of your perspective.

[uglowbandnc-deactivated20240703]

omg this is a goldmine <3

[fieryrose-deactivated20230614]

“Hmhm. In a world like this, everyone’s hands could be considered the wrong ones.” Minus Rosary’s own, of course. In her hands, certain weapons could become something else entirely after all. “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself though. Oh, and if you like anything in particular, just let me know. Since you’re still new here, you probably don’t have any money, do you? So I might as well buy you something as a … welcome present?” More like a ‘welcome to hell’-gift. “At least you won’t have to walk around unarmed then.”

[fiercebuttkicker-blog]

A delightful smile played along on her lips as her hands began to caress and feel the shape, and design of a desert eagle. They were her favorite type of gun aside from shotguns, of course. She threw a glance over to the girl who provided a pretty generous offer.  A raised eyebrow would suggest she was skeptical. Why would she offer to buy a complete stranger a weapon? Roary shrugged and decided to accept it, smirking. “Not sure if my money would be good in this place. Sooo, while you’re offerin’, why not? I want this. I feel naked without one of these against my hip.” Or attached to her thigh.

[diotheworldus]

“You sure you wont pass out from all the beer?~”  He gave her another drink.

[fiercebuttkicker-blog]

She tossed another shot back, slamming it down on the bar. “Even if I do, it’s fine~ “ Or so she says until the next morning. “I can usually hold my liquor pretty well.” 

[diotheworldus]

“Ill get you as many as you can drink, after all you’ve humored me plently tonight~” He asked for another round and gulped his drink down.

[fiercebuttkicker-blog]

“Wooo!! Bring it on, baby! I can drink plenty, so be prepared~”

[fieryrose-deactivated20230614]

“Very well. To the armoury we go then. Just follow me~” 

There was one place in particular that came to the witch’s mind; a shop that boasted itself in carrying not only traditional or modern weapons but both - and various kinds of questionable arms to boot that were undoubtedly inventions of the local shopkeepers. Most importantly though, it had an entire basement full of chains and other “specialized” gear, but Rosary ‘forgot’ to mention that for now. Soon enough, they had reached the armoury in question. “Here we are. Well then, after you~”

[fiercebuttkicker-blog]

The walk to the armory was pretty silent for the most part. Roary didn’t mind. She was still trying to take in the fact that she was dead, but ah it was bound to happen sooner or later. She was quite careless of her own life while trying to save others.  She furrowed her eyebrows at the passing thought, she glanced up at the building upon their arrival. She didn’t hesitate on entering first. Her eyes lit up instantly at the sight of all the weapons surrounding her. She hadn’t remembered the last time she felt like a little kid in a candy store. “Wow, that’s a helluva lot of guns. Just think of what could happen if they fell into the wrong hands. But, I guess in this place it doesn’t matter, hm?”

[fiercebuttkicker-blog]

    “I rather not acknowledge it, but today is my birthday.”

[diotheworldus]

“Well arent you a seasoned drinker, bartender give her another one, and one for me too!” the bartender quickly brought them new drinks and dio downed his almost as fast as she did.

[fiercebuttkicker-blog]

“Ooh, ordering another drink for a lady, that’s sure to score you some more brownie points.” she said with grin, bringing the cup up to her lips to finish the drink.

[fiercebuttkicker-blog]

alt!

Send me “alt!” and I’ll introduce you to a character I’ve rped in the past, want to play in the future or are currently playing somewhere else!

                          [Zelos Wilder ~ Tales of Symphonia]     

                   The charity event begins today!

    Zelos sighed, reclining back into the chair. He tossed the folded card onto the end table next to it, not bothering to read the rest of it. It completely slipped his mind. He’d made plans with Sheena just a day before. But, this was something she already agreed to. He was all for doing something relatively good for the people of Meltokio. Even though all the chosen business was over, they still considered him a part of high society. “Sheena! That thing we said we’d go to is today.” he paused, lowering his eyebrows as he pouted, “But, do we really have to go?” hopefully it would lower his chances of being whisked away to this place.

   Sheena crossed the hallway into the living room, she recognized that tone of voice instantly, already knitting her eyebrows together and placing her hand against her hip. “Those puppy eyes of yours isn’t going to work.” 

  “It worked last time..” he mumbled. “C’mon I do this stuff all the time, can’t I have just one lazy day?” she shook her head. “Zelos, we’re going and that’s final. No more excuses. We need to be there within an hour so get dressed.”

“Ugh, fine.”

[sorcerouscheerleader-deactivate]

Send me "alt!" and I'll introduce you to a character I've rped in the past, want to play in the future or are currently playing somewhere else!

[diotheworldus]

He grins “You heard her bartender, give her the strongest drink you got” The bartender did as dio asked and served her a glass of hard liquor.

[fiercebuttkicker-blog]

Once presented with the drink, she cupped the glass and downed it in one go. “Whoo! That’s good shit.”

[lunacarte]

“Hmhm, as you wish, my sweet.” The very hand she used to trace his shoulder was now taken into his own, held ever so close to his chest. “I did say getting there will be in a flash and so it will be. Miss Roary, have you ever been whisked away by magic?” Before she could even answer, if she even had something to say in that case, Phantom had used his most trusty ability– teleporting the both of them to the very entrance of the bar with a strong gust and a flurry of translucent cards.

[fiercebuttkicker-blog]

“!!!” her eyes widened considerably, before she could even speak, or have the chance to fully register what was about to transpire, they had already arrived at the bar. She blinked a few times then looked around for a moment, wondering silently if anyone saw their instant arrival. The grip she overlooked was still tightened around his hand, then she directed her gaze at him, trying to force a smile in awe despite the present astonishment. “Oh my, that was quick. I’ve never seen such a thing before..”

[fieryrose-deactivated20230614]

“Excellent! - But merely pointing you in the right direction is no fun for me. Of course, I’ll have to come along~” Whether she wanted to or not. “Well then, weapons or drinks first? The choice is yours.”

[fiercebuttkicker-blog]

Having to decide between guns and alcohol was like -- having to decide between guns and alcohol. In her case, both were at the very top of her list of favorite things to do. Either way it goes, she could still have great aim even whilst intoxicated, "Hm, good question. Let’s go fire some bullets off first, then drinks after.”