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@requiemsrepertoire
✨ new blog ✨
hey! so, as you all know, i have had several blogs with extremely spotty activity. my old multi is also, organizationally speaking, a bit of a wreck. in order to preserve my sanity, lessen my avoidance of old drafts, jumpstart muse, and hopefully boost activity across the board, i have chosen to condense everything into two fresh blogs! i can now be found at @licbilities and @gammaorioniis.
formerly found at @outofdxpth, @eluciidation, and @requiemsrepertoire.
beguilcd.
@requiemsrepertoire // bc gay christmas sc.
“ It looks beautiful in here, baby. ” She’s sitting on the loveseat next to her wife, arm draped around her waist and chin resting against her shoulder. They’ve just finished decorating only moments ago, the last present placed under the tree and Oz fast asleep in his bed. No matter how much she loves their son this is always HER FAVORITE PART of Christmas morning. The time they get to spend alone with all of the lights and the presents and the room softly glowing. It’s quiet and there isn’t a child ripping away at his gifts. It’s just them.
“It does.” Even at nearly five in the morning, Ally is a shameless flirt, warm gaze trained on her wife’s face as she winks across the double entendre, closing the mere inches between her lips and Ivy’s cheek. The mistletoe she’s been squirreling away in her sleeves since late November lays forgotten on the mantle, a now silent testament to her constant diversions, a symbol of who knows how many hours ‘wasted’ throughout the season by means of dishes burned and ribbons retied by its sudden appearance. Nose pressed to the corner of a well cut jaw, she reaches over to lace her fingers with Ivy’s free hand, claiming her full attention. “We have another hour at least before Oz wakes up. Why don’t you go take a nap while I put the coffee on?”
The person I reblogged this from is super cute and deserves to have a nice day
psa about rping with me
rejoice despite the fact this world will hurt you rejoice despite the fact this world will kill you rejoice despite the fact this world will tear you to shreds
rejoice because you’re trying your best
🎭 || Tumblr user @beguilcd has me cryin in the club like every single day and frankly I love it am tired of it. Please don’t stop.
the more knives you have the more valid you are
coldnofeelings:
self-care is ignoring canon and substituting my own
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Please Read.
cultishly:
Hi. My name is James, and I’m a transmale living in SoCal. While I wouldn’t normally post this kind of thing — I am in desperate need of help, and I mean it. Desperate doesn’t even begin to cover it.
A few nights ago, I got and eviction notice. I called my landlord, who immediately said she didn’t “have” to give me a reason for the eviction, and that she was terminating the lease in a way she wanted to. Fine, whatever. Seeing as I’m transgender, I spoke to the legal department at my local LGBT center here in SoCal, and they said there was nothing they could do. Again, fine. Whatever.
My point is that I am on disability for chronic Crohn’s Disease, Bipolar Disorder II, and a myriad of other things that simply keep me from working a stable job. As you can imagine, my bipolar depression has sunk because of this, and without my friends, I don’t know if I’d still be here.
I have to vacate my apartment by January 1st. That’s all the time I have, and with new apartments needing a month or so in advance to move someone in — this is dire and I need to scrape things together before the window closes.
With all of that said — I don’t have the money to move. I just don’t. With my phone bill, my rent ( that I still have to pay until my moving date ), my medical co-pays and medication costs, etc. — I’m in a bad place financially. It’s no joke. With the upcoming expenses of a security deposit and first and last month’s rent — I just can’t do it. I’m on food stamps currently, but even with that — things are incredibly tight.
What I’m asking for is anything, and I mean anything you can spare. A dollar, five, whatever. With my mental and physical medical conditions, I simply cannot be homeless. I have been homeless before in my life, and I refuse to be in that position again. I can’t wake up to face the day feeling like each one is closer to dread — and this is honestly my last resort.
I’ve cut off my internet and landline to save money, and am using the hotspot on my phone to post this. I’m currently in a really fucking shitty place, my friends, and I’d appreciate it if you could help.
My Paypal is HERE, and I’m begging you to please think about this. Consider it. Anything at all would be helpful, and I’d personally be in your debt forever. Even if you’re just reading this, I appreciate it greatly. Thank you for at least taking the time to, and I’ll be posting updates on my situation as it comes.
Likes / reblogs — all of that is so very welcome and I thank you for it. A reblog could literally save my life, so if you’re unable to help, please at least spread the word. Again, my Paypal is HERE, and if you’re not comfortable sending it through that, let me know through DMs and I’ll set something else up.
Thank you so much for reading, and have a great day.
Just a PSA
Reblog if you don’t ignore rps and asks but sometimes it takes you a while to think of a response, or you only have time to answer a question or two before doing other things.
🎭 || I’ll answer more of those memes if I have time before the show; if not, expect them Sunday/Monday. It’s time for me to start getting ready!
🎭 || OkayfineIgiveup... Bella will be back soon. Not this weekend because the final show is tomorrow, but very soon. You guys win.
alt!!
meet my vast horde of children | @acadiian
She’s been watching this one for days now, the frizzy headedblonde with the rings on her fingers and the music that drifts like a lone sirenthrough the swampland. There’s something so…lowbrow about American witches, thestrange way their magic concentrates itself in one area like a mutation, the exoticdefense mechanism of an animal that’s been separated from its homeland for solong that it’s become its own feral species, interbred with muggle filth. It’s this unpredictability thatmakes them dangerous and that makes her uneasy.
Bare feet tread too close and she bristles, teeth bared asshe backs further into the thicket, ears flat against the line of her skull.The girl has kept her distance thus far, only tossing scraps into the tree linefor the scrawny, dark-furred fox, but mistrust is laced into the very fiber ofBellatrix’s being, and she makes no effort to calm thumping paranoia; it’s what’skept her alive for so long.
The swamp rat is on the move again, and the fox is there ather heels, slipping like a shadow through the underbrush, Black Shuck inminiature. It feels like an age has passed to calloused paws when at last theyhappen upon a camp just a stone’s throw from the murky water’s edge, and shehangs back, two gleaming eyes staring from the darkness of the brambles at thegirl who doesn’t seem to know what it means to look and not touch.
She smells the blood before she sees them, the massive,scaled carcasses hanging from the trees, dripping thick crimson streams intothe leaf litter below. She smells too the two men approaching, angry voicesraised at the trespasser who only places dirt caked hands on the creatures’bodies, eyes full of pain as she murmurs something in an accent too thick andforeign for Bella’s ears to catch at this distance. The magic though…the magicshe can feel; it crackles against her own like electricity arcing down herspine, ancient and powerful… And again, she smells the blood before she hears the screams.
“How did you do that?”
The fox has vanished entirely, and in its place stands atall, gaunt woman clad all in black, her own ebony curls somehow wilder thanthe blonde’s and her pitch dark eyes gleaming from within a face so starved andpale and sunken that it appears at first glance to be all bone. She wasbeautiful once and it shows, but now, as she speaks through half-rotted teeth, she ismonstrous, hideous in all her shattered glory. In a voice like sandpaper, shebarks again, “What spell was that? What dark magic? Show me.”
Bellatrix Black; former muse, currently on @gammaorioniis (inactive)
Send me "alt!" and I'll introduce you to a character I've rped in the past, want to play in the future or are currently playing somewhere else!
🎭|| I just wanna take a moment to say that @acadiian and @hauntingsandheartbreak fill my dashboard with their disgusting daywalker ship trash every single day and honestly:
ind. multimuse ft. ivy mayfair-richards && penned by amber
You can fuck your whole life up loving the wrong person.
