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Okay, time for a proper hiatus. I don’t know if or when I’ll be back. This is just a lot of stress that I didn’t want or ask for. I have a full time job. I have clinical depression. Yeah, you can say I’m making myself the victim but in all honesty I don’t really care about how you guys perceive me after all this. It’s just not fun anymore. Take care guys.

[batata-blight]

Hey guys, Asx. here. I’m going to be changing my rules when I get home. I realized it REALLY isn’t worth having the same fight over and over again over ONE ship. I don’t expect anyone to change their mind about my or what I’ve done. I just wanted to let you guys know that I’m sorry for all the drama and I genuinely never meant to hurt anyone with it. I just wanted to write a ship dynamic with my friend. But I’m starting to realize that it’s not really something that I even want to go through with. I can’t change what I’ve done, or who I’ve hurt. But I’m going to try and move forward knowing I made a mistake. I’m going to open up the anon option again because I’m not afraid to know what you guys think, if you care at all haha. Okay, Asx. out!

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goldenguarded​:

FLAPJACK IS GROWING MORE DISTRESSED BY THE SECOND. He keeps fluttering and hopping about the room, trailing after Eda before returning to his witch’s side, twittering and chirping worriedly all the while. He finally settles down, nestled up to Hunter’s cheek, feathers ruffled with anxiety.

Hunter’s breath stutters, sweat dripping down his brow. He groans, softly, expression tightening with pain. Eyes cracking open just a sliver, he whimpers.

Eda’s talking, but he doesn’t quite hear the words. That’s good, though–Eda found him. He can’t think past that, breath hitching as Eda tries to get him to swallow something. It doesn’t go very smoothly, considering Hunter is fairly unresponsive, but some of it does go down.

Almost instantly, the glowing begins to fade. Hunter grimaces, shifting slightly where he lays on the couch. Flapjack whistles softly, nuzzling his cheek.

Slowly, he opens his eyes–blinking against the light, before squeezing them shut again.

“Ugh,” he grunts. Titan, everything hurts.

:: As the brightness that surrounded the marks lessened, she released a breath she didn’t know she was holding. The tension in her shoulders, however was ever present, heart beating erratically with the fear of losing her child. 

When she’d found him he was already in pretty poor condition. The damage his previous guardian left on him not likely to be remedied in the near future. She let him lean on her a little, and over time, discovered that she found comfort in his company as well. Things were supposed to get better after Philip was defeated.

But that was proving to have just been wishful thinking.

“There, that’s a little better.” She noted after setting down the empty glass. She was still nervous to touch him, especially in such a fragile state. But in the end she just couldn’t help letting her hand rub up and down his arm, a gesture she hoped was comforting. “Can you hear me kid?” She asked, looking into his eyes with worry.

“Try this one next, it should help with the pain.” She said, raising a vile with crimson liquid swirling at the bottom and holding it near his mouth again. “Ya know It’s a good thing you have this little guy looking out for you.” Jerking her head in Flapjack direction as Owlbert snuggled up against Hunter’s other cheek. “I don’t know how I would have found you otherwise.” ::

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*holds virgil in my hands* I do it for them

@goldenguarded

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okay I’m assuming if you still follow me you’re down to interact so if you AREN’T pls unfollow now.

[moretrashyrpmemes]

Touch Starved Meme

My muse is touch starved, send one for your muse to-

❤️ - Hug my muse from behind 👏 - Ruffle my muse’s hair ✋️ - Hold my muse’s hand 💪 - Pick my muse up 👆- playfully poke my muse ✍️ - Write something on my muse 💋 - Kiss my muse on the cheek 😏 - Playfully headbutt my muse 😝 - Lick my muse 😙 - Cover my muse in multiple kisses 🖐 - Give my muse a backrub 💤 - Cuddle up to my muse 😶 - Quietly lean against my muse 👃- Boop my muse on the nose ✊️- Playfully punch my muse 🙌 - Playfully shove my muse 😖 - Bury their face in my muse’s chest

[songxbard]

“ BARD MAGIC CAN BE COOL, PEOPLE JUST DON’T GIVE IT A SHOT!”

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starter for @multi-coven​

:: Eda snickers, her voice echoing in her new form as it always did. She folded her wings neatly behind her back, handing Raine the cup of apple blood she’d been sipping from. “I’m not worried about you spitting in it this time.” She winked, staring out at the sunset over Bonesborough. “It’s nice to not have somewhere to be. You have any plans tonight Rainstorm?” ::

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who wants a lil harpy woman starter ?!

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@owliiish​ replied:

"I think it's when someone drops a hammer on their toes, and then yells Yeowi really loud."

:: “Yeah I guess you’re right... But then why are these boys holding hands. It doesn’t seem like they’re in pain or anything.” ::

[starchxld-deactivated20220611]

Curls up in the middle of the dash like the feral dirt child they are. Time for a nap!

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starchxld​:

Curls up in the middle of the dash like the feral dirt child they are. Time for a nap!

:: “Heh. You’re actually kinda cute. Ya know, when you’re not trying to kill my kids.” ::

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:: “So I just watched one of Luz’ uh- anime music video things. Can someone tell me what the heck ‘yaoi’ is?” ::

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goldenguarded​:

THE LITTLE CARDINAL continues chirping, fluttering around Eda’s head before darting off in the direction he’d come from. They don’t actually stray too far from the Owl House–a small ways into the forest, Flapjack lets out another alarmed series of chirps, fluttering over and landing on a certain beat-up blonde’s head.

He looks… well, quite frankly, he looks terrible. Sickly and scrawny as he is on a good day, his skin today is deathly pale, and worst of all is the coven sigil.

It glows a bright gold. Cracks seem to spiderweb out from the source, climbing all the way up his arm and all the way across his face. He’s out cold in the grass, breathing shallow. It… almost looks like he was trying to get to the Owl House.

Flapjack seems incredibly distressed.

:: Eda sprinted after the little bird, trying her best to keep up with the swift flapping of his little wooden wings. A mantra of ‘please be okay. please be okay. please be okay’ uttered involuntarily as she rushed to find him. “Hunter!” Skidding to a halt in front of her child she knelt in front of him, her hand shaking slightly, hovering over him as she struggled to make it react to her brain’s commanding.  “I’m here, kid. I’m here, everything’s gonna be okay.” She soothed even though she didn’t have much faith in her own words. Eda made a quick decision, hoisting him up and rushing back towards her home. Without her magic, she had to resort to her potion making ability. She lied the kid on her sofa, scrambling to reach for all of the remedies she had stocked up ever since the Day of Unity. 

She would not.

She would NOT have the kid lose an arm like she did.

She’d heard word of these kind of side effects. After The Collector put an abrupt end to the solar eclipse, the coven sigils were supposed to lose their ability to drain a witch’s energy. But that didn’t seem to be the case. It seemed that these sort of aftershocks were incredibly common, the brands of the emperor still having the possibility to zap a witch’s power and take their life if left untreated. 

Well... Eda would rather die than let this go untreated.

In her haste to collect every jar and vile from her stash one handed, some of the liquids managed to slosh and spilled onto the floor. She paid them no mind, the consequences of the concoctions mixing be damned, her kid’s life was at stake. 

“This one should help, uh- bottoms up.” She tapped the glass to Hunter’s lips, her own currently being worried by her fangs. ::

:: ( ✹ ) :: honorary nestling - goldenguarded

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just for fun, put your url in my askbox and willow will tell you what plant she associates your muse with !! 🌸

(multimuse blogs obviously tell me for who ❤ )

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bornspellcaster​:

“Weh…” the baby titan let off a noise that was akin to a purr as he sighed happily and rolled over onto his back for scratches. “It aaaalways is. Moms just make the best beds!”

:: Eda laughed, giving his tummy some soft scritches. “Oh am I ‘mom’ now? What happened to ‘cranky old witch’?” She teased, though her heart was warmed by the little titan’s words. “Did Luz bail on you again? I thought you two were supposed to go out together today.” ::

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@goldenguarded​ : 

A rapidfire, alarmed series of chirps comes out of nowhere, and Eda gets a faceful of red feathers. Flapjack looks pretty stressed, tugging on a strand of Eda's hair to try and pull her in the direction he came from.

:: Eda tried to wave the bird away with her hand, her eyes trained on the page of the book she was reading. “Not now, Owlbert, I’m busy.” But when her hair was yanked by his tiny beak she was forced to look up. “Ow! Dammit, what’s so import-” When she caught sight of the little cardinal she was up in an instant. She knew Flapjack wouldn’t be trying to get her attention if it wasn’t something important. “Where is he, is he okay? Take me to him.” ::