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here is the new blog go go go my lovelies i'm crying i've missed you all so much

#; ooc #I'LL MAKE A NEW THEME LA T ER I DONT CARE RN I JUST -- C OME TO ME

GUESS WHO IS BACK, BACK, BACK AGAIN?

ASH IS BACK, TELL A FRIEND.

HANG ON LEMME POST A LINK TO THE NEW BLOG I MADE & MAKE THIS ONE AN ARCHIVE

#;ooc #{{ fffff UCK YEAH I'M BACK }}

dearestsoul

(x) (x)

#;gallery #sasha

luridash-deactivated20130903

ｈａｖｅｎｔｉ {ｓｕｆｆｅｒｅｄ} ｅｎｏｕｇｈ？

#;musings

asskickergrimes

I won’t let your DEATHS be m e a n i n g l e s s even if I’m the l a s t o n e standing.

#;musings

Illness themed RP starters!

"When is the last time you ate?"

"Let me get you a glass of water."

"You can lay down in my bed if you need to."

"Don't cry, you're going to be fine."

"You're safe, I've got you."

"You're fever's too high, you're delirious."

"Sleep it off."

"Can I get you anything?"

"Here, vomit in this."

"You've been out for days. I was worried you were dead."

"When is the last time you slept?"

"How bad does your stomach hurt?"

"How long have you had that cough?"

"Hold on. You're too sick to go anywhere."

"I'll get you a blanket, you're going to be here for a while."

"Let's go home, you're too sick."

"I can do that, just go back to bed."

"Maybe you should go to the doctor."

"Come on, at least sleep in a bed."

#;meme prompt

reblogkarma-blog

Your character walks in on mine having a violent flashback and is forced to pin them down for both of their safety. Send me, 'wake up' for my character's reaction/coming to with yours still on top of them.

#;meme prompt #{ h ue iam jean muse hmu with angst }

don’t feel s o r r y for me ;

i have NO excuse

[ i brought this on myself ————- ]

#;musings

mesukku-blog

i. ramparts. ii. courier. iii. exemplum. iv. warrior.

an indie original character with an original canon. selective, singleship, multiverse, & all that jazz. primarily writes in multi para, para, and novella. wants to eat carne asada burritos, not you. i also write sometimes so bonus.

—— written by Cath.

#;promote #{ YOOOO FOLLOW MY SISTERC A th }

inkuakuma-deactivated20141218

Koujaku hadn’t been paying too close attention, but after seeing the same boy for perhaps the third time he thought he’d lend some much needed assistance. The swordsman simply smiles, despite the other’s refusal to meet his gaze, and clears his throat.

“—Where are you headed? I might know the place.”

immanisfides---archive-blog

jean can't help but allow a glance to slide towards the speaker, amber hues brushing over scarred features and crimson hues that gaze back, an unexpected kindness there. the kind smile was one so rarely seen that it made him briefly doubt it's genuine nature. however, at the presented question, the blond faltered.

in truth, he had no idea where he'd wandered to; it was a humiliating thing to admit and left his pride more or less dented. there's the rush of blood to the tips of his ears, the flickering glance away that belies his words.

' -- y'know anywhere to eat? '

he would have glimpsed a shop or two with his useless wandering before, yet it wasn't something he'd noticed or bothered to pay any mind to. idiot.

#inkuakuma #{ hi red; tbh i thought of red from orange is the new black for a moment and laughed aha -- }#{ but man. lemme just say -- }#{ i love your koujaku like w OW i am in shock tbh }#{ because i always ask; how was your day? }#{ jean pls }

inkuakuma-deactivated20141218

”— You look a little lost. I don’t think i’ve seen you around these parts.”

immanisfides---archive-blog

he didn't want to admit it, but it was hard to fool someone when he'd likely looped past the same area at least three times already; the protest forming on his lips comes, yet it was pointless to bother. there's a brief pause to allow the silence to stretch for a moment, amber hues flickering to other passing on either side, not a glance cast towards them.

' .... maybe jus'ta little. '

#v || dramatical #inkuakuma #{ //casually slides in here and waggleseyebrows at you; yes hello i am ash }#{ hopefully youdon't mind? }#{ this is kind of bad but dhjfmk }

"You're not going to lose me."

— but marco was wrong.

shadowed amber hues hardly flicked to meet the lingering brown pair, tension evident in his frame and the way his jaw clenched. promises had been made to many,the same spoken words, yet how true were those words? they were soldiers fighting in a war, constantly putting their lives on the line. death was merciless — it took whomever it pleased, sweeping through battlefields and only leaving carnage and corpses in its wake, many of which had been the very same soldiers who had dared to utter the same words.

h e l p l e s s n e s s — it never has been something he’d been able to accept so easily — the sink of his gut and the whirl of conscious thoughts, the roar of his pulse within his ears. too often, he had seen many die at the hands of titans; one small mistake could allow them to fall prey, soul torn from body by the slashing arch of death’s scythe. the blond had never believed in such bullshit, yet he knew for certain that this world was cold, merciless; to utter such words so carelessly made marco appear as a fool.

' we both know ya can't guarantee that. ' none of them could. marco had nearly died once; fate had the chance of not being on his side this time. for a moment, his fingers curled into his palms to form helpless fists; they all had everything to lose, yet to nearly lose marco once more was something he didn’t want to consider, the thought pushed away the moment it came to the forefront of his mind. a small breath, barely audible in the silence, is taken.

' don’t make a promise ya can’t keep. ‘

#clippedwingsoffreedom #;ic: asks #v || canon #{ h ue it feels good to rp jean again }

casually shoves his finger up his nose; a few moments later, a rather disgusting projectile is flung at the nearest person, smirk widening behind his hand.

' gotcha. '

#v || trainee #;open #{ hu ehuehuehue }