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@milteine
i’m sorry i’ve been on and off so much. i usually lurk and read what everyone’s up to. it’s hard to gather motivation to write on this blog... i’m really struggling with things i’ve been having trouble with for a long time. i will try my best to work on drafts when i can. i really do love all my followers! i’m sorry i’m being inactive. feel free to unfollow.
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hi everyone. please consider coming here and doing all that you can to support the blm movement.
if you’d like to educate yourself and learn about the history of revolutionary texts created by black people, click here.
this is a revolutionary moment in the worlds’ history as well as it is sad. my mother and i got into a fight this morning about the sentiment of “not all cops are bad”. she asked me a question – “if a white dog bit you, would you say all white dogs are bad?”
and i said: it’s not just one white dog. it’s a whole system of white dogs built on the foundations of oppression. it’s a whole organization dedicated to the unjust murder and treatments of black people. if you support “all lives matter”, block me. if you support cops, block me.
i wish i could do more, and walk with the protesters in my state, but due to travel methods, time, and safety i can’t. if you ARE walking with protestors, please note:
water for tear gas in the eyes, cold, not hot. milk for tear gas on the skin.
do not use your mobile data to go on social media.
have a backup method for communication, ex: walkie-talkies. they (the police) are jamming service.
if you see any infiltrators trying to vandalize or create fires, stop them. this is not what the protests are for.
trump also recently said something about agreeing to the military/police releasing fire onto the protesters. be watchful of body language.
always bring a first aid kit.
if you are white, PLEASE use your privilege to protect the black protesters.
I’m sorry for making a big long post about this. i am very, very heated, and deeply upset. i want to walk with these people but i can’t, so i chose to give the possibility of other people helping on my platform. i love you all. please be safe, and black lives matter. every day of the week. not just when there are protests. not just when it’s trending. you are unique and beautiful and i, and countless others, will not stand anymore for the injustice and wrong-doings to your people.
on another note, happy pride month. i just wanted to say whether you are closeted, out, you are special and i love you. there is a place for you. never let anyone take that away from you. have a safe and happy tuesday.
hi everyone. please consider coming here and doing all that you can to support the blm movement.
if you’d like to educate yourself and learn about the history of revolutionary texts created by black people, click here.
this is a revolutionary moment in the worlds’ history as well as it is sad. my mother and i got into a fight this morning about the sentiment of “not all cops are bad”. she asked me a question -- “if a white dog bit you, would you say all white dogs are bad?”
and i said: it’s not just one white dog. it’s a whole system of white dogs built on the foundations of oppression. it’s a whole organization dedicated to the unjust murder and treatments of black people. if you support “all lives matter”, block me. if you support cops, block me.
i wish i could do more, and walk with the protesters in my state, but due to travel methods, time, and safety i can’t. if you ARE walking with protestors, please note:
water for tear gas in the eyes, cold, not hot. milk for tear gas on the skin.
do not use your mobile data to go on social media.
have a backup method for communication, ex: walkie-talkies. they (the police) are jamming service.
if you see any infiltrators trying to vandalize or create fires, stop them. this is not what the protests are for.
trump also recently said something about agreeing to the military/police releasing fire onto the protesters. be watchful of body language.
always bring a first aid kit.
if you are white, PLEASE use your privilege to protect the black protesters.
I'm sorry for making a big long post about this. i am very, very heated, and deeply upset. i want to walk with these people but i can’t, so i chose to give the possibility of other people helping on my platform. i love you all. please be safe, and black lives matter. every day of the week. not just when there are protests. not just when it’s trending. you are unique and beautiful and i, and countless others, will not stand anymore for the injustice and wrong-doings to your people.
on another note, happy pride month. i just wanted to say whether you are closeted, out, you are special and i love you. there is a place for you. never let anyone take that away from you. have a safe and happy tuesday.
happy sinday everyone! i hope everybody is safe and well. I'm hoping to get some chores done today and then hop on drafts. my ims are always open if you’d like to chat, or if you’d like to add me on discord: Kay#0637 !
im gonna fight the anon thats sending hate to @cagcdbird
Mason:
The sound of Lucifer’s sudden burst of laughter sent goosebumps erupting across the expanse of Mason’s porcelain skin, light blonde hairs raising on the back of her neck and along her arms. She’s too surprised to be annoyed at how condescending the demon was being towards her, one elbow propped up on her knee and her chin resting atop her knuckles as she listened intently. The news that she wouldn’t be ordered to murder humans eased her frazzled nerves a bit, though this entire agreement would most likely never sit well with the half-blood.
It wasn’t in her nature to be subservient to anyone, be they supernatural or otherwise. Was it in a fairy’s nature to be this stubborn? Mason’s eyes narrow into golden slits as Lucifer outlines what she will be doing instead for the next decade, rosy lips forming a pout for a few moments before they press into a thin line. Sure, her abilities as a walking lie detector were useful, but the half-blood had expected something much more sinister from the demon. Business dealings?
A smirk coils its way onto her features as Mason daydreams about working in such a professional setting. It was difficult to imagine herself in a pantsuit, let alone in the company of Lucifer and high-ranking businessmen. His comment about vampires didn’t faze her, since there was no way to entirely avoid them anymore. If the brand did what the demon had promised, the half-blood would be safe, as long as she was careful not to get a paper cut. She laughs at the word danger, a soft tinkling sound. “I had assumed that danger was part of the deal,” she admits with a shake of her golden head.
“Certainly,” he agrees. Lucifer is Lucifer. He’s deceitful. Business deals aren’t the only thing she’s going to be doing, for sure -- but he veils that with expertise from centuries of practice. He blinks, and a quill made from a ravens feather crinkles into existence, its tip sharp enough to pierce skin. What Mason doesn’t know won’t hurt her. Probably. That’s the nature of the devil. “If you’re ready to sign now, just draw a bit of blood and jot down your precious little name.”
Lucifer checks his phone once more, mouth souring at the fact that he missed his selkie meeting for this. Oh well. He has a little faith in her, at the very least, to entertain him. If she tottles away like a bird parting from a flock to find her rather corrupted ancestors, so be it. He strokes his hair.
Mason:
Bare legs crossed beneath her, Mason was feeling almost lightheaded with excitement. Who would have thought that she would have run into a pixie at this beach? Stopping to lay on the sand and soak up the sunlight had been more to ease her aching muscles than anything else, her shoulders stiff from days spent behind the wheel. Dressed in a bright orange, high-waisted bikini (that conveniently hid the gouged scar on the curve of her hip left by a hungry vampire), her topaz eyes had just begun to flutter shut when a startlingly unique stream of consciousness appeared in her mind’s eye.
Curiosity had begun to run rampant, and it was still holding firm over the half-blood as she sat next to Sora, fingers twitching against her bony knees. “It’s like… a sixth sense. Every person is a little bubble of light in my head… and their thoughts are like a stream of consciousness. Sometimes it’s complete sentences, other times it’s just images and sounds,” she begins to explain in a hushed tone, eyes sparkling with fascination as she holds Sora’s gaze. “I spend most of my time tuning them out, since if I don’t, they can be overwhelming,” she murmurs.
Golden hair was blowing about her face from the sea breeze, the sharp tang of salt nearly tickling her sensitive nose. Mason grins at Sora’s challenge, a breathy chuckle falling from her lips as she tentatively tunes in to his mind. “Starfish and open clams. Fast food. 37,892,” the half-blood lists off, head tilting to one side in a mystified fashion as she held his gaze. “What about you?”
“A sixth sense,” he wonders aloud, leaning back on his palms and gazing up at the sky. Her abilities have him reeling. He noticed her a while back -- how lonely she felt, and, well: Sora has a weakness for people doused in sadness. Is that bad? He doesn’t know. He just wants to help people feel better. He gazes up at the cloudless sky, the sun dancing over the rippling waves.
“I never really thought about my power like that,” he tells her. He never actively tries to block anything out -- the last time he tried to do that he nearly died. No, his strength comes in accepting it, breathing it in and feeling it all. It can be overwhelming at times -- but that’s why he surfs. The wind and the water act as a buffer. A barrier against the waves of emotion. When he was younger he used to live next to a girl who had severe depression -- and he did too, as an extension. It wasn’t until she moved away and he felt... normal again did he realize that something might not be quite right.
He’s learned how to neutralize those darker emotions. It’s still a constant, a stream like foggy water flooding his chest -- he can feel people from miles away, if he knows them well enough, so it’s nearly impossible to not feel some of the negativity that floats around.
So now he lives alone. Near the water. He works nights at a nearby bar, and during the day he surfs and socializes. He’s always excelled at making friends, at talking to people. There’s an understanding that he has that no one else has -- he’s able to empathize and know how they feel, truly. “I just kinda... do it. I don’t usually block anything out. If I try to fight it it’ll just get harder and harder as I go.” He looks at his hands, speckled with dirty blonde sand.
Ichibei:
// There it was. With the sound of his first name, he was instantly brought back to those days in his hometown. Hearing it after so long warmed his cheeks, suddenly feeling a little homesick. He stepped forward to hug her, wanting to do so but stopped himself. As a kid he would jump at the opportunity but now they were both grown.
“ Did I really get that big? I guess city food has a different impact. ” He rubbed his neck, a small sheepish smile forming. Usually he wouldn’t hesitate to tease another person on their height but he couldn’t bring himself to with her. “ What are you doing here? Don’t tell me you moved over here too? ”
She giggles the way she does, moving her long curly hair behind her shoulder and placing the bag of sugar into her basket. She noticed how he wanted to hug her -- and in all honesty, she did too. It’s easy to see him as the child she played with when they were younger. “Mm,” she agrees. “I moved here a while back. I don’t live in the city, though,” she tells him, a mischievous glint in her eye.
Caramel was always the leader. She knows the forest well, and the forest knows her. It breathes magic into her. “I’m guessing you’re in school?”
so i gave my brother in law the cake... the 60 dollar game... and honestly I'm really underwhelmed. the whole time he was making jives at my sister and picking on her relentlessly. the whole vibe was really passive aggressive and I'm genuinely worried for her. i can’t see how anyone like that could make someone else happy. let alone have a baby. anyway. I'm gonna get to drafts soon. agghgf.
Good afternoon everyone I am spending the day baking today and I would like to say: sett from league of legends can hurt me
Elrond:
INBOX ANSWERS. @milteine. | [ gift ] for arwen to surprise elrond with a gift ! ♥ meme.
the day is warm, almost hot with the hints of summertime. he walks down hall, bare feet silent on the stone floor as he reads a letter. his wife and daughter have been visiting the Lady Galadriel and so when looks up to see the beautiful elf-maiden standing further down the way, he smiles bright and promptly rolls up the letter. she runs to his side, and he opens wide his arms to welcome.
“my sweet girl! what are you doing here? I didn’t expect you back so soon,” he exclaims, joy clear on his face. daughters and wives have a way of filling a house that two wayward boys off on adventures just can’t quite match, and he has missed her sorely. as the hug releases, he keeps an arm nestled around her shoulder and they walk down the hallway. “where is your mother? what is this?” he inquires, looking down as Arwen produces a carefully wrapped package. she hands it over to him, and he tucks the paper in his hand under his arm and takes it.
“for me?” he asks, genuinely surprised. that’s one thing about Elrond. he’s a giver, not a receiver, and he always finds himself so genuinely surprised at small gifts or tokens of appreciation. it shouldn’t so much from his own family, yet here he is unwrapping it with an almost child-like sense of curiosity. the paper falls away to reveal a most magnificent golden paperweight in the shape of a lion, curled up and sleeping. the smile on his face never wavers as he takes in the detail in the face, the mane, the paws. it’s so beautiful.
“come here, darling,” and his arm, that left only for a moment to unwrap the gift, went back around her shoulders and pulled her in tight for a hug and a kiss to the top of her head. “it’s wonderful. I love it!”
“Papa,” she says sweetly, her tone like elderberries. She had missed his hugs -- as any daughter would miss their fathers’ arms. He’s always been so warm, in the way a blanket nor fire can provide. Truth be told, she hadn’t expected to be home so quickly either, but she was rather eager to share her new gift. Perhaps the reason why Elrond is so adept with giving is what makes Arwen the same. Though Arwen is feminine and unlike her brothers, she still managed to stir up mischief and tricks when she was younger.
Her cool gray eyes watch him, eager for his reaction, pupils flicking between the gift and his face. “Of course it’s for you,” she gently tells him. “Who else would it be for?” And oh -- the satisfaction of a good gift never quite leaves Arwen. It’s addicting in nature, to see someone light up and soften like so many candles. “I’m pleased you like it,” she says, a smile sticking to her face.
She hugs him, squeezes around his back with a gentle hum. “I trust you’ve been faring well? How are my kin since I’ve been away?” it hasn’t been that long. A year, or two. “Mother decided to stay with Galadriel for some time yet,” she explains. “Yet I was finding it hard to delay your gift any longer.” And it’s true -- the lion had been tucked away for 6 months, and every time Arwen crossed paths with it, it would only stoke the urge to come back home.
She had missed the open ceilings, the waters rushing, the breeze caressing her face and hair, never-ending autumn that she craves like air. For her, being home is like being able to breathe again, with the sun parting through the shaded canopies and the cool marble floors under her toes. “Would you like to catch up over tea, papa?”
@smokinmirrors asked: “ i have … so many questions. ” (for Sora)
The sand is warm under his legs. They’re sitting on the beach, the saltwater still sticking to his skin, to his hair. Golden light spills over the water, the waves pulling and pushing onto the shore, an ebb and flow. “Me too,” he says, more to himself than to her. He brightens and turns to her, palms down in the sand. “You can read minds? What’s that like?”
Sora can read emotions like an open book. But he can’t read minds -- though some might argue empathy is nearly the same. “Liiike... what am I thinking now?” Hamburgers. Pizza. Starfish. Open clams. The number 37,892.
Killian:
He mourns the loss of her, but takes the moment to dress down himself. He had a set of spare clothes in the bathroom, something cozy and not as restricting as a suit. He makes it out before her, but he expected as such.
The couch feels too big without her, though. It’s weird. He never thought that way before. He hears her footsteps, socked feet sliding against the ground. He smiles as he turns– His eyes flash. She looks… Delicious.
He knew what he was signing up for when he suggested her using his clothes, but the reality is so much more wonderful. The sweaters sleeves come down over her hands, little paws, the hem goes down, covering part of her legs. But not all. So smooth, so bare. Free to look and admire all he wants. She raises a leg, and his eyes travel up with the sweater. Is she– Is she not wearing–
Hunger. All consuming hunger boils in his gut. It tingles in his fingers, the desire to reach out, to grab, to touch, to feel and never let go. To bring her to the heights of pleasure, a pleasure they denied themselves in the car. It all comes racing back.
He opens his arms up as she hops back over, eyes still glued to the shape of her ass for even the smallest glimpse.
“You look ravishing.”
Mmm -- did he see? She watches him carefully, blinking her long lashes and curling into his side, resting her cheek on his shoulder. She can smell his cologne. She wonders if he can smell it on her, too. He seems preoccupied to notice the little details.
“Ravishing,” she smiles, arms wrapping around his torso. “That’s a big word.” Yes. Her little reader. She will admit that the flattery gets to her. She realizes then that he seems a little too overdressed, and she slots her hand into his suit, wiggling over his buttons, almost questioning and curious in nature.
He likes what he sees. She knows that. Yet she still feels the urge to show off, hiking her bare thigh and throwing it over his lap: like she did in the car. “Hi.”
@smokinmirrors asked: Ѡ (for Luci) || meme Send “Ѡ” for my muse’s reaction to being sent accidental nudes.
[Lucifer]: oh my [Lucifer]: naughty naughty girl. is this an invitation?
