Love Until We Bleed

I'm Nicholas D. Wolfwood. I'm a Pisces who likes to read and sample tea. Pottery artist and sculptor. Artist in general, humbly speaking. Also a 23-year-old Cupid who WAS disillusioned with love...now married to the most incredible soul in the world. And...

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For Blair’s birthday:

Nicholas got her:

 This super snazzy outfit

- An entire cookbook with pumpkin-themed recipes & pumpkin spice bubble bath 

 A new and full-functioning broom \o / Commissioned from Reilly, probably, with a dash of Molly, perhaps.

From Edan: 

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For Leah’s birthday:

From Nicholas:

- A signed Hamilton brochure

- Two tickets to the production as well as a round trip ticket to New York City

- A new iPhone (the most updated one) in gold; so she can record all of her adventures to the utmost possibilities.

From Izzy:

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An exact replica of Angelica Schuyler’s dress [commissioned via Edan Dwain with aid of Izzy’s magic]

- The entire Hamilton discography [including deleted songs].

From Dom:

From Edan:

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Jason Behr attending the The Rape Foundation’s Annual Brunch, October 4, 2015.

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The Riddle of Metals

My brothers and I were precious metals.

It was Eros who had gold, dipped his arrows in it, let it gather in his hair and gild him solid. He was Aphrodite’s chosen; golden child, her most beloved and her most successful. His were stories of legend; and he was favored, idolized above all others. Apollo himself shed sunlight on him, and he was blessed.

Anteros was a softer metal; bronze and fluctuating in value, but timeless. He was scared of his own power, he turned green under pressure and buckled to my father. His was a crossbow; bolts forged with fear and worry and not a lack of skill. He paid homage to the refuge of the Statue of Trajan, taking shelter in its shadow.

I am silver, the slivers of which are found when you look up at the sky at night. The faraway, cold silver of rippling stars distorted by the atmosphere. And I was pounded, molded, shaped into who and what I am with bullets and fists bearing rings with the heads of lions and the hammers of my uncle Vulcan’s forges. Mine is a gun; and it gleams with purpose. Silver is pure, but I am not.

My brother Pothos is copper. Its value turns up every so often; pennies on the street and market values rising. It’s a color given to bloody sunrises and certain serpents; it is gleaming and malleable. It conducts electric symphonies on wires fraying and bending to strong winds. It hums tuneless and wraps in coils around the Earth’s crust, melting into oblivion. I fear we’re losing him. He, too, dissolves often when the heat rises.

What are we? Mineral, surely. Fallen pieces of stars or meteors; dragged out of the earth and into my mother’s arms. 

Those who find value in us wish more oft than not to use us.

Copper and silver is our world. Gold and bronze have left us. Their memory exists as the statues of their dead icons do.

Forever, if remembered--if looked upon every so often, and in looking thus valued for more than the way that they shine.

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Bodilisk - Gods and Monsters

Hedi Xandt

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belated gifts 4 Nicho so sorry

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A couple of more days, and we’ll do the two things every american teen should have the chance to do.

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feelin’ v drained so I’mma pause for now Rosie. =v=

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sorry NK is a fool.

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.A. /hugs

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D: -pats- celebritiessssss. ugh. -cuddles u-

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cheer up friend ;^;

Barbara Mori (Uruguayan-Mexican actress) 

 Estelle (cos why not)

Yaya DaCosta

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Forever pleased to see him, Clio laughed softly, and granted the creature all the head scratches his little owl heart desired. "You're much more handsome than when I last saw you, Telemachus." Still gently scratching the top of the owl's head, she turned Nicho again. "Really? Aw, that's so sweet. Have you found them all?" She suspected he might have, but Damon also seemed likely to have one or two gifts exceptionally well-hidden. "That's exactly why I didn't tell my sisters I was coming here."

Watching Clio with fond eyes, Nicholas swept his hair out of his face and sighed. “Don’t encourage him. He’s already got more pride than a certain hero his namesake derives from.” Waving a hand dismissively, Nicholas slipped away to the kitchenette with a smile to prepare some tea for Clio. “I’m not sure I have...! Maybe I will keep finding them until Easter. Or Damon’s birthday. At which point I plan to turn the tables on him, but...” He lifted a finger to his lips in a shushing motion.

“...And I am relieved,” he added airily, “that the entire Muse brigade didn’t show up here like they were announcing Prince Ali.”

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"What can I say? I light up lives." Cue the hairflip, dazzling smile, and flutter of lashes. "If you're meant to be elderly, you look -very- good for your age. But if you ever find yourself in need of a walker, let me know. I'll hook you up with the best." Clio joked. "Damon's not in?" Peeking around the apartment, she waved hello to Telemachus, and turned back to Nicho. "I'm glad to hear it's been going well for you. Do you have any big plans for tonight? Painting? Music? More cake?"

Rolling his own eyes slightly and biting back a smile of his own, Nicholas shook his curly-haired head and made note that he was due for a haircut soon. He looked through wavy fringe at Clio with a glimmer of mirth still evident in his hazel gaze, hands sliding into his pockets.

“Gee, grazie,” Nicholas joked, snorting. “Non, he’s here--just resting up from leaving me little birthday surprises all day.” Telemachus, hooting softly, fluttered over to land near Clio, begging for head-scratches. Nicholas made a slight face at him--the owl was practically a preteen now, in avian years, and beginning to grind on his nerves. 

“Ah--relaxing, mostly. You are the festive ones, not I.” The Erote chuckled anew. “It’s nice to have some downtime. I really do sound like an old man, but you know how much I revere my peace and quiet...” He took after his aunt Athena that way, sometimes.

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I am back.

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sorry dealing with family stuff. back in a bit.

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shit Shelly ur a genius I like those first two a lot.