Assassin

Indie, Fandomless/Final Fantasy OC. Multi verse, multi ship. Mun and Muse 21+

[flos-venenosa]

Hi guys, I’m sorry I took an unexpected hiatus. I’ve been over on my final fantasy blogs. It’s a little more comfortable over there, here has been a little tense for me for a while, and I’m trying to figure out what to do about it.

Charity has a FFXV blog, it’s a side blog to the ones I’ve been on more often, you’re more than welcome to follow and interact there.

I just feel like I’ve let people down here, which makes returning even harder, as does being busy. I still love Charity and the relationships I’ve built here, I just am having a very hard time finding the drive to write her. And, if I’m being honest, I’m having a lot of fun exploring new characters in a new fandom that doesn’t have some bad memories attached.

I’m sorry.

I’m not closing Charity down, I just don’t know when I’ll return to this version of her. The new, Final Fantasy blog she’s on is here, if anyone would like to follow and interact there, I’m more than happy to do fandomless things there too.

I hope you guys will forgive me.

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So what's the deal with you and your adoptive sister?

Anonymously ask my muse a question about any of their relationships you've seen them in on this blog.

“What do you mean? She’s my sister.” 

[cullenedward]

― caitlyn siehl

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masterofsqueakies:

“Um…”

The utterly blank look said that no, no he didn’t.

How the hell was she supposed to explain that? “Um, a kiss is when you touch your lips to someone else’s... It’s a sign of affection. People do it when they like each other.”

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Anonymously ask my muse a question about any of their relationships you've seen them in on this blog.

[runninbarefoot]

rp partner: I have an idea for a plot

me:

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hasmadeusgods:

A soft, pleased smile settled on Alan’s face at her words.  “Yes…I was very lucky indeed.  Who’s to say where I’d be had I gone down this particular road alone…”  He’d wondered, of course…or perhaps surmised the steps he would’ve taken.  But there was no need to burden her with those details…  He drank a little more of his tea, trying to push those thoughts away.

“I’ve always found it rather odd,” he replied with a soft chuckle.  “But it’s one of the reasons I have my own work space here rather than in one of London’s finer institutions.  There’s far too much politics bouncing around for my tastes.”

When Charity confessed that she had family to worry about, Alan’s face fell.  “Ah, yes…that is a situation I understand all too well…”  He sighed softly and shook his head, upset that he could think of no other options…and disappointed he was unable to help her in the same way she’d helped him.  “In that case, I will extend the offer I made to you to your family, as well.  Should they ever need anything I might be able to assist with, let me know.  I will do what I can - to help them and you.”

She saw his face fall and smiled a little bit. Once more, she reached out to touch his hand. “Thank you. Just the fact that you’re willing to help me means more than I can say. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a friend who was willing to do that.” 

Straightening, she picked up her teacup and took a sip of it. “Eventually, I will be able to get free of this. I just have to bide my time for now.

“It’s sad we didn’t meet at a different time, under different circumstances.” She looked down at her teacup with a sad smile. A shame he seemed to have no interest in women. He was a man she could see herself falling for - and perhaps not regretting this time.

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dimenovelhero:

Jack just grinned at her, knowing that she was giving in by choice, rather than being impressed with his “logic.”  He liked that Charity kept him on his toes and kept his ego in check, instead of letting him run wild with every crazy idea like the boys used to do–that, and trying to be a good role model for Evie, had kept him out of a lot of trouble so far.  “I dunno, when the weather gets cold.  He says usually in October or somethin’.”  Jack took a couple more bites of stew, then glanced over, saying as casually as he could, “And, that’s right when his dog’s puppies’ll be old enough to leave their ma.”  Their own dog, who’d been resting his head on Jack’s knee in the hope of more stew, chose that moment to whine, and Jack gave Charity his most winning smile.  “Butch could really use a sister!”

Laughing as Evie babbled, Jack dodged her flailing arms to pour some of the stew into her mouth.  At this point, he’d had enough practice spoon-feeding her to do a pretty good job–he caught a dribble running down her chin just before it touched her dress.  “Tell her,” Jack coached the little girl.  “You can eat real food, can’t ya, kid?”

In October? That should be alright. She’d be bringing in the rest of her little bit of crops around that time, but she was sure there’d be enough time to help out, especially if it got them some meat to keep over winter. “When you see ‘im, ask if he wants some preserves. We’ve got a good berry patch going this year and I’m gonna be caning them at the end of summer.” 

Oh, she knew that tone in her brother’s voice. She eyed him from the corner of her eye. She pretend to think about it even if there wasn’t anything to think about. “Well, I guess we could use another dog ‘round here to help watch the fields. But no little sister, unless you’re lookin’ to have pups of your own runnin’ around here.”

For all the shit she gave him, Jack really was good with Evie. Charity watched as he fed her some of the stew, using the time as an opportunity to get a few spoonfuls of her own. “Well, she’s not on just milk anymore, so she’s sort of eating real food.”

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♛: Our characters will wear matching costumes (Jay - "You can be Elisabeta from the Bram Stoker version of Dracula. And... well, I'll be Dracula.")

She laughed softly and tilted her head. “You’re a vampire, my love, and you want to go as Dracula?” Her laugh faded into a giggle as she stepped closer and wrapped her arms around him. “Sounds like a good plan.”

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burningxpages:

He raised an eyebrow and smirked back at her for her little comment, “You’d be pretty dangerous with a whip, hm? I’ve already got some ideas on how you plan on using it,” he teased, leaning down to place a soft kiss on her lips. “I’d be looking forward to that, but first… we should probably get our costumes.”

She winked playfully up at him just before he kissed her. “Most likely hand it over to you, but if you want to feel what it’s like, I can probably do that too,” she teased. Linking her arm through his, she pulled him along toward the door. “You’re right, we gotta get something before the stores close, at the very least.”

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burningxpages:

He supposed that made far more sense than whatever he could be thinking. For all the times he was considered to be intelligent, this was where he likely got stumped – all because he was never really too interested in plants. Still, he listened to Charity as she relayed the information, nodding as he tried to imagine how that may look like. “Is that similar to how grape vines wind around in the orchards?” he asked curiously, interested now in what else she had to share.

“M’hm,” she nodded. She seemed a little more calm and at ease talking about plants. “Vines are designed to do that sort of thing. They’re always spreading out, infiltrating, taking over whatever they can. Some kinds can even choke out the biggest of trees. And even if you get the vines off, sometimes you can’t save the trees or the other plants.” She looked over at him.”Nature is a war for survival, Highness, even among the plants.”

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The monster blinked in confusion. Why was this child not reacting to his fearful display? She didn’t even show any sign of trepidation whatsoever. Was he that inept? Elyan’s stomach twisted in a painful knot and he stared down at the child holding the blanket up for him to crawl inside.

After a minute long debate on either side of the argument, the dragon finally snorted in defeat and clambered up onto the mattress which groaned beneath him. He curled up in the free space, his body facing away from the emotionless girl devoid of fear and proper food. Although he had to admit…it was pleasantly warm.

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The strange doggie seemed to think about it for a long minute. It didn’t really seem happy, but it wasn’t growling at her anymore, so she just waited patiently to see what it would do.After a while, it came over and laid down on the empty spot on the bed, facing away from her. The little girl gave a happy little noise, struggling to pull the blanket over the creature, which resulted her in being halfway draped over it’s back and giggling softly. 

It was kinda hard and scaly, but it was warm, and she didn’t feel so scared of the storm now that it was there, so she just wrapped her little arms around it and decided to sleep like that.

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abxaquilone:

Thirty minutes after he came back with the paper bag full of food for her. Closing the door behind himself, he came to the table and set it all on it. There were a hot soup, salad and the beef stew, a piece of cake and a cup of sweet coffee. “You need to eat it while it’s hot,” he said and lowered into the chair aside. The flask of rum appeared from the pocket of his jacket and he took a long gulp from it.

The nameless needed to think good before making a crucial decision. He loved Charity, more than he let himself to admit, she was his best friend and the only person who knew everything about him and loved him in spite of it. Leaving her again felt like leaving a half of his heart, but what a life they would live if he stayed? He was used to risking his own life, infected blood and hunters with all their weaponry couldn’t kill him, and although he didn’t like to suffer, he was able to survive all this. Charity was mortal, and he couldn’t put her life in constant jeopardy. Had he disappeared, her life wouldn’t be touched by the ‘witch hunt’, but also it would mean to lose her forever.

She didn’t know what to think. She tried to find some sort of solution that would benefit them both, but by the time he returned half an hour later, she hadn’t come up with anything satisfactory. She just looked up at him as he set down a paper bag with food for her, sighing. The first thing she reached for was the coffee, taking a sip. Nervous as she was, it only turned her stomach and she wrinkled her nose before setting it back down again. 

“There has to be a way around this,” she said quietly after a moment. “There has to be. I refuse to believe there isn’t.”

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thesamevicvega:

Gent looked around, pulled the closest chair to himself and straddled it. Charity was very accurate with her words, he thought, because she probably had to feel herself like that already mentioned Alice in the Wonderland full of Mad Hatters, but maybe she was stronger than she looked. “Trust me, girl, if I say, you’re a friend of mine, you automatically become a friend of Victors. Unless you’re a spy of our enemies, but recalling your recent reaction to the event you were forced to witness, you’re either innocent or suck at your spy job. Sorry for the politically incorrect pun.”

She watched him sit down and frowned, not yet moving to touch any of the food that he’d brought. “I don’t even know who your enemy is. Hard to be a spy for someone I don’t fucking now,” she muttered. Realizing what she’d said and to who, she slapped her hands over her mouth, eyes going wide. She’d seen this man kill men earlier without even batting an eye, she really should not be mouthing off to him now. 

“I... I mean...”

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thesamevicvega:

“Well, I’m sorry.“ He said this without the excessive emotionality, but genuinely. To be not able to control a part of your life, even if it happened once a month, sounded fucked up, but like the fairy tales said, magic always came with the price. And the price always sucked, as far as he could judge.

Vic brought the plastic straw to his lips and sipped his Coke preparing to answer. “Things work for us not like for you, apparently. I can turn whenever I want, there’s no pain, maybe just a… discomfort when I change. It happens very quick. On the bad side, I’m not a super strong monster, I’m a dog. Well, stronger than regular dogs, strong enough to break the ribcage with my claws, but still just a dog.” He winced and sniffed like something nasty just touched his receptors and took another sip of the sweet drink. Maybe he could control his abilities, but his feral side was still something he couldn’t change or choose, and he wasn’t at peace with this reality. 

She lifted a shoulder in a shrug, not entirely sure why he was apologizing to her. It was what it was. She hadn’t exactly signed up for it when she’d been bitten, but it was the lot in life that she’d been handed, and she’d have to deal with that. 

Sipping her drink, she hummed at his explanation. “Must be nice for it not to hurt. Bet you’re a cute little puppy dog, too.” She winkled teasingly at him. It was weird, getting to talk to someone who was so much like her, but she found she rather liked it. There was an odd sense of camaraderie being able to talk about things she’d have to hide from anyone else. “Do you like it?”

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thesamevicvega:

“Slowpoke? Seriously?“ He laughed locking the car and following her to the door with the bag on his shoulder. “That’s my apartment, my keys, so you can’t outrun me anyway, especially when you barely move your feet.“ After two flights of stairs he opened another door and stretched his arm in the mockingly inviting gesture. The air conditioner was cooling the air, and the temperature inside was more comfortable than outside and much more comfortable than in that cheap motel room.

Charity laughed softly at his response, looking back over her shoulder and sticking out her tongue at him. She wasn’t going to admit that she was tired. She wasn’t going to let him win. Nope. With that in mind, she followed him up to the apartment and inside where they could finally relax after a very long day. She hummed softly and turned to look back at him as she plopped onto the couch. “Now, what was that about a reward or something?”

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streetnif:

“You could.”

“Alright then, proveit.”

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whitewingedangeal:

“A fire would be very pleasant, yes, as long as it wouldn’t be too warm for you?” he asked, finding a table to lean down against, folding his arms across it and laying his head down across them, watching her easily.

“No, it won’t be a problem,” she gave him a smile. She hated being even a little cold, so she was fine with starting a fire. Except that she had to step over him again to get to the fire place, bracing her hands on his smooth scales to make sure she didn’t trip. He certain took up a lot of space. Now over by the fire place, she set about getting logs in it and getting it going, only to stop and realize she was not trapped on that side of the room and had to climb over him again. 

“Sorry.”