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☘ ||「LITTLE ONE.」

   he digs through his vest pockets, fingers brushing against the JOURNAL as he    does so, before finally producing a crumpled twenty dollar bill. guilt gnaws at him,    being ten dollars short, but he makes a mental note to make it up to the fortune    teller somehow. so far, they’re practically the only one in the whole town willing to    even begin to entertain his questions, and that in itself makes this visit worth it. it’s    all he can do to hope that the answers will provide some degree of satisfaction. he    does as he’s told, only a moment’s hesitation before he settles into the indicated    seat. there’s a buzzing in his gut, determined excitement and disbelief blended into    one – finally, he might just get some useful information about the town…             “ well, uhh, I mean she’s – maybe another time… but, here, I’ve got twenty               for now, I’ll get you the rest another time, I swear !! so, uhh, how much               do you know about this place ?? how much can you TELL me ?? “

    slender fingers accept the payment, refold the bill neatly && stow it away in a locked      drawer even as they sustain their attention on the boy.     there is no need to see the      future ;;   they already trust him to return the unpaid amount.     how could they force      the payment when they might as well be delivering a death sentence?        delayed      movement, their gaze passing over their supplies for a moment longer than normal.      they will not spare DETAIL,  will not let the child leave without proper preparation for      all the troubles he is to confront.  striking a match, they light incense && lay it aside,      produce a small bundle of herbs && make for their hearth.  if they did not have all of      the answers, las would FIND them. they leave the child at a small table, only set for      two, while they reach for firewood, a piece of paper, a satisfactory response.

    ❝  i know you will, i trust you, little one. this place? i know that no one is safe here,         that trust is as rare as the answers you seek.     && i know that it is no one in the         town’s fault that without a little help they can’t get to sleep.  i know that there is a         lot to know && very few wiling to know it. tell you? everything you wish to know.         what i cannot see, the smoke shall see for me.            you will get your answers.         speak now, what is the word currently?    er,  sosna. what do you wish to know most?  ❞

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☘ ||「LITTLE ONE.」

   && he’s become so used to being the strong one and keeping it together for his    sister’s sake. his efforts were, perhaps, met with mixed success, but a seed had    planted itself in his brain, constantly telling him that to break down was WEAK.    it was hard, though, keeping himself together at all times ( not that he was good    at it to begin with. ) there was an odd comfort in being given permission to fall    apart, and perhaps they had a point – some days his sanity felt as though it was    nothing more than stray thoughts cobbled together with bits of string and tape.    tearing it down and starting from scratch didn’t seem like too bad of an idea…                  “ I – I suppose… I mean, I guess change is INEVITABLE,                    and you gotta leave part of yourself behind before you can                    move forward but – is it really alright to just crumble ?? “

                               Falling apart had never be under the list of Las’s rights. They were a planner, a shield, never anymore than that. It was their WARD who they would guide into && back from break downs. They were a pillar, a guard, to be anymore than that was beyond their nature. Strength was not supposed to be their possession, they were supposed to be strength ---   for another being. The centuries they spent stifled under their own grief && desperation for a renewed purpose was an UNKNOWN occurrence to their kind, a failure they were never taught how to cope with, or whether it was right or wrong   ( though how could that matter when they could not fend it off? )   It was simply never an option before ;;   had only become one upon Sambor’s death. They were a taught to keep their head bent over their ward’s livelihood until their own release, only that never came. They were programmed to hold on until death, but they could not be so lucky, && all else after that was something new to learn on their own, to cope with entirely  A L O N E.

         ❝  Change. You should be grateful that change will always come to you so easily. It is an opportunity to claw your way even higher, no matter how low you sunk. It let’s you leave behind everything that is weak && unwanted in you. && if you have to CRUMBLE to get there, you should be glad its an option. Don’t you know you have to be like a phoenix, little one?  You have to let go of the old to let something stronger fall forward, form.  ❞

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today is Las’s 1,124th birthday !!!!!!!!!!!

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☘ ||「LITTLE INSTIGATOR.」

                             ❝ Sorry, Sir, but I cannot do that, ‘the frog’ is my friend                                 and I’m not going to give up on him !! Nothing ‘dan-                                                              gerous’ will stop me right now !! ❞

   He was sure his big brother would understand his reasons once he had noticed his    ABSCENSE, he just wasn’t going to abandon a memeber of his team just because    it was ‘’d a n g e r o u s’’ for him to search for his frog, there was nothing Greg    couldn’t face !!  Now, though, how was he going to go pass this person ??  It didn’t    seemed like they were going to leave things EASY for him; hmph … he needed a    plan !!

   He hummed, sticking his tongue out as he was trying to think on something and    QUICK, maybe by giving something in exchange he would get the chance of snea-    king by ??  A small hand dug into the bag on his left, taking what seemed a piece    of CANDY wrapped in a shiny, red piece of plastic, showing it to the taller one.

                              ❝ Do you like candy ?? I can share mine !! ❞

                                            ❝  The frog is your friend?  If that is the case, then why is he hurrying down the path leading you to danger?  Maybe he doesn’t want to be followed, maybe he doesn’t want anything to do with you. Why should you follow him to your demise?  ❞

                    A lesson such as never leave your friends behind fell on deaf ears when addressed to Las. It was a matter of DENIAL, their attempt to prove to themself that they were completely functional independently. But the truth was irreversible, and the person they were closest to had left, and Las had been abandoned in the act. Centuries did not patch the wound, lessened their bitterness, && only the thought of their still existing somehow, of venting their pain in this harsh interrogation, alleviated some of the stress. It was their attempt to prove that they did not NEED Sambor, that they were better off alone.

                   Human culture was not second nature to them, but Las was not entirely naive. The candy was simply a bribe, undoubtedly the only treasure the child had to offer to make them leave them alone. This, too, was futile. As a dola they did not need such sustenance to sustain their livelihood ;;  in fact, they found the process of eating fairly pointless.

                                            ❝  No, thanks. I don’t like candy. I’m not letting you pass that way, green one, not without guidance. You’re too young to face such a storm.  ❞

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Introduce your muse!

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Name: las Age:  1, 123  (turns 1,124 on 10 july) Height:  5′2 Eye Color: bright green Hair Color: white Sexual Orientation: asexual | aromantic Species: dola  (a spirit of fate) Nationality: polish Positive Weaknesses (like tickling or cuddling): folk music; not much, they’re not an intimate being and rarely develop such connections with others Allergies: none Fears: being completely abandoned by their ward, being told they planned out sambor’s life wrong, continuing their path of self-realization in how unimportant they are, accepting that there really is nothing left for them without sambor How sickly they are: they’re immortal and heal automatically... How often do they hurt themselves: they’re not clumsy so they don’t hurt themself unintentionally; they’ve tried self-harming but their healing abilities made it difficult Relationship Status: single, always

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☘ ||「LITTLE INVESTIGATOR.」

  he fidgets, a sudden discomfort gnawing at him. directing the topic of conversation    away from his crush on wendy was ideal, and he couldn’t do that quickly enough.    in truth, he’s not sure what kind of answers he’ll find here, if ANY, but the idea of    a fortune teller is enough to catch his interest. it would be nice to find someone    more genuine than gideon, at least.           “ I – sorry, I didn’t mean to… umm, I think I’ve got thirty. maybe.             but I’m actually looking for some different answers… about             the town. can you – you can answer things like that, right? “

    a short stint of relief regarding their getting a word in, directing the boy towards actual     business,      though there is no fondness for the question accompanying the answer.     whether they cared for it or not,   they knew much of what was to transpire, the major     stuff anyway.       subtler details of the future eluded them without the use of some old     divination tricks, but the fate of the town could not easily escape las.     not when they     were to live through its troubles, when its coming events were part of what drew them     there. && there’s a moments hesitation from common sense ;;    the upcoming events     were not exactly PG  (as far as they were concerned)      and if it were not for the fact     that the boy would be caught up in this apocalypse,   they would have refused to tell.

    ❝  maybe?  . . .  fine, pay what you can, little one. i won’t be the one to break your pig         jar. so you don’t want answers about the redhead, okay.     can’t blame you for the         change in query.  i can answer your questions about the town, perhaps more than         what is to come still ;;   i’ve been seeing the future for a very long time && i have a         good memory, if you catch my drift.          sit down, you still look odd.  ❞

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☘ ||「LITTLE ONE.」

@sierocy || lyric starter call ( accepting !! ) you, me & the bourgeoisie - the submarines

       “ and I try – it’s too easy just to fall apart. “

          ❝  listen, little one...  ❞

                             a silence that extends beyond what they intended. thoughts of what                    sambor would say if he was here compile themselves,     options that feel                    UNNATURAL on las’s tongue.lying for the sake of comfort did not always                    occur to them, not when they knew the truth simply was that there was no                    HOPE for this particular condition.    no way to move past such an issue if                    the child was actually experiencing it this soon.  guiding a human not their                    own in such matters was not their job, not their concern.  && they want to                    turn away ---    because they fall apart far easier than any human could ---                    yet they still remain grounded in place,  composing an answer no one else                    but an old spirit such as them could provide so certainly.

         ❝  sometimes you just have to let yourself fall apart.   pick up the pieces afterward,              if you can. there’s no point in holding together something unstable, holding onto              pieces of yourself that you can’t keep anymore.       just let yourself fall apart &&              pick up what’s left.    and if one day you can’t recognize yourself, then that’s life.  ❞

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❛ give me a few days to overthink about it ❜

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           ❝   I would say that that doesn’t sound healthy but… from what I understand,                many people OVERTHINK things,         so perhaps it is perfectly normal.  ❞

                                                       they do not fully understand human nature.

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                                                                             starter call  ||  @ectoplasmiic

                      ❝  I know this is probably terrifying, but you have to stay here                          && try to be quiet, while I go see about stopping this spirit.  ❞

                                                                            Las had a fairly direct view of the civilization about them: they were fully aware of the spirits that lingered in this world while the humans decidedly were not aware. That had, however, never been an issue before now. “Ghosts” were dormant creatures that only returned to seek warmth from their families, and even then had little malicious intent ---  that had been the truth for centuries. Maybe its the years of making ghosts out to be worse than they were, maybe it was just the natural march of time and severing of ties between entities when such a huge breach of communication had risen, but Las had no reason to care when the sole ghost they loved was not technically a ghost. Yet the ill begotten schemes now surfacing among these usually mundane hauntings was new to them, a turn of events to be concerned about if they were involved.

                                                                            Tugging the hood of their coat up to further cover the scarring along their throat  (a courtesy for her though remembered rather late), they cast one last warning glance to the girl before silently approaching the spirit. Getting tangled up in this trouble had not been fully on purpose ;;  Las had simply retained the habit inherited from Sambor of providing aid to those in a bind. Having noticed the young girl being stalked by a rough looking spirit they decided quickly that intervention was necessary here, even if just to get her out of the way. They had banked on the hope this would be over instantly upon cutting off the ghost’s view of her, though that support faded as it still continued to linger. Already in too deep, Las resigned themself to confronting the spirit. As of yet undetected by it, they paused to consider whether they would settle on calling a herald of the god of the Underworld to take this spirit away or, if it was dangerous enough, to resort to their singing abilities.  As far as calm nights go, this one could have been better.

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                                                                                starter call  ||  @fortroughs

       ❝  Sorry, kid, but no. No offense, honestly, but I’d rather not be here much longer.  ❞

                                                                                It was a personal choice ;;  Las shied away from the idea of flying unless travel by airplane was the absolute only way to hop between countries, continents. History taught them to be wary of such new technologies, taught them to inflict a large gap of time between the invention of something && using it themself, taught them that a reliance on outdated facts && susperstition might well turn out to be synonymous with CAUTION if they just waited for the truth to be exposed. A mere century did not qualify as enough time yet for them to trust planes, not with the horror stories && actual threats associated with flying. But boats, boats were tried and true, their preferred way for travel along the Atlantic Ocean, the safest way to travel in their opinion. 

                                                                                So why was the boat Las had boarded moored by this wartime artifact? Was technology not supposed to be improving with new regulatory laws && advancing technology? There was no excuse for their being stranded. Despite being forced to evacuate the ship, the dola remained close to it, not daring to explore the metal island && end up missing the ship being fixed ---   IF such a miracle were to happen fairly soon. Any snarl in their voice was unintended, but they could not always keep their frustrations at bay when a ship they were on almost sinks.

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☘ ||「ARTIST.」

         “i suppose you’re right, but there are many people that… lose interest in my art when they learn i’ve never taken a single class.”

           She appreciated the bluntness to an extent; no beating around the bush with small talk that usually just served to make her uncomfortable. Lapis had some pretty severe issues withsocial anxiety, and just directly stating one’s purpose for approaching, in her eyes, was the best way to go… she couldn’t really fathom the idea of anybody wanting to even pretend to get to know somebody you were just aiming to buy something from.

            “depends on the commission. i won’t draw anything involving nudity or sex, i won’t draw gore, and furries are outside of my comfort zone. other than that, i’m willing.”

                 “ that’s foolish. the first art school wasn’t founded until around 1550 && several great artists were around before that. you don’t have to spend money on someone telling you how to do what you like, humans have the capacity to figure it out on their own. ”

                   understanding human nature in such prejudices was not a concern for Las, though they knew enough about history from living through it to know when to dispute something. a decent respect for artists urged them to comfort this one, a slight rise of bitterness in them that this girl was being pressured into doing something that might not suit her. humans had a great gift in having utter independence, what a shame it was that uneducated bias could sway the opinions of many to stifle the choices of one. choices on whether (what Las considered strict && unnecessary) education was the right path for them, or if they will draw --- furries?

                 “ no, no, not nudity or sex or anything. i’m not sure what a furries is, but probably not that either. i wanted to get art of someone, i don’t have a picture of them though, just a description. is that something you’d be willing to do? ”

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Random Positivity !!

  I’ve been wanting to do smth like this for a while and I think I’m gonna try to do this at least once a week (maybe a bit more if I get around to it) because I have some people I adore and this is a good way for me to do this without putting pressure on myself. SO !! ON WITH THE POST !!

   I’d like to talk a bit about @sierocy​ – tin in general and on all of his blogs, but I’m gonna give the spotlight to las as well. but honestly, I adore quentin to bits. you know those people you just click with ?? we started talking one day and honestly I’m not sure how many other people I can have these big, sprawling conversations with. it’s nice to find someone with shared interests beyond just pop culture, and I’m so pleased to have someone I can talk to about my heritage and culture on top of all the other, more lighthearted topics. quentin is intelligent and a fantastic writer with an incredible amount of passion and love for his chosen craft.   now as much a I could go on about tin’s ot.gw muses, passion for that fandom and spot on portrayals, I’m gonna talk about his OC. las is such a joy to hear about and to see coming to life on my dash. they’re so well thought out and their backstory comes from mythological elements that are so often overlooked by mainstream audiences. every new piece of information I discover about las is a joy, and the way they interact with the ever-changing world around them is such a treat to watch unfold. las is a character that I’m invested in and you all should be too.    if you aren’t already, you should go follow las and tin and give them your love because they are more than deserving of it !!

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☘ ||「LITTLE CHIEF.」

    rachel didn’t usually see to intruders herself, but this was a special case. with fanny’s constant want to just shoot anyone who happened to come by, the supreme leader took it upon herself to check to see who came and went. with all the signs, she hoped no one would even think about getting too close, but alas, she came face to face with this person… and at first, she wasn’t sure what to say. DOHDOHs paced behind the small girl, fanny’s finger ready on the the triggers to fire as soon as she gave the word, but rachel knew better than to attack someone who really didn’t seem to know where they were. arms folded over her chest as brown eyes scanned the other, shaking her head. still, it took a moment or two before the blonde finally came to a decision– and with a wave of her hand, the large mechanical beasts powered down with a critical whining. as her second-in-command was about to say something, rachel shot the redhead a sharp look.

                       “ we’re trying to extract missing kids from what appears to be a hidden broccoli mine, it’s best you don’t interfere unless you need to pass through. if that’s the case, i’ll escort you myself so i can keep an eye on you. ”

                                                                  las has very little concern to spare for the small chief && her seemingly trigger-happy second in command. the weapon was not exactly the most comforting sight when they were being held PRISONER, but what could happen to the dola? the girl could fire, the ammo could pierce their human form, they could even bleed, but it would be temporary. any lacerations && other serious wounds could never last for long on them ;;  the flesh would stitch itself back up without a trace of a scar when the healing process was over, they could lose their breath and concentration from shock but these too would return to them. there was no scenario where las would feel the effects of torture, and so the mere threat of it did not impress them. it would be an inconvenience for las and undoubtedly a cause for panic from the little officers. although, they are fairly relieved when orders are given for the weapon to be lowered, at least their day did not have to be wholly disappointing. taking the declarative tone of the chief as the final decision concerning their fate during their stay here, las stood from their seat and waited for further instructions on how to leave.

                 ❝  broccoli mine?  i’m not fond of the stuff myself, but i know for a fact it is not grown in mines. i’m not going to tell your parents, if that’s why you’ve told me such a ridiculous lie. i really don’t care what you’re doing, you seem like you have it all handled, i just wanted to pass through here and be on my way. escort me if you wish.  ❞

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☘ ||「WAMPIR.」

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               ❝ yeah, yeah, just TOSS that over here if you could. ❞ marshall lee asked before being handed the beloved family heirloom that he converted into an electric guitar. he let out a sigh as his fingers ran THROUGH the strings, thankful to HAVE it back again.  ❝ oh, i wouldn’t burn from this spot. but theSUNLIGHT where it was on before could have. ❞

                                                      ❝  oh!  you’re a wampir, a vampire.  ❞

                                           las is perfectly fine with being so BLUNT, with calling out the other immediately once the realization struck them. they knew of a good deal of odd beings, but only the vampire sported this particular trait. although, that only raised further questions, mainly about their safety.

         ❝  what are you doing out here during the DAY?  did you need help getting back to your... lair, or whatever your lot calls it. what kind of wampir are you anyway?  will you show me your teeth? i’m only familiar with the type bearing TWO sets of teeth, but this is a completely different place than where i’m from, for all i know you might stem from a radically different type && actually be a threat to me.  ❞

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❝ they think i’m insane . ❞

                                           these teenager quotes  ||  accepting

                           ❝  and  ARE  you?  or do you, at least, THINK you are?         what comfort could i give you, little one? up until recently, when someone was         labelled INSANE, a horrid fate would meet them. but they do not commit such         violent acts in this age.      up until recently, to be insane was a suspicion to be         forcibly looked down upon, HIDDEN. but they seem to be getting better about         this. i have seen horrifying  things happen to people who simply needed HELP,         but you seem to be in considerable, relative safety.      so why such a stricken         expression on your face, child?     why such fear when you are now able to get         actual help for all you may be going through?                 just let them help you.         BUT THEN, you’re not certain if you’re in need of help, are you? ❞

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❝ don’t know where we are running to but don’t look back . ❞

                                           these teenager quotes  ||  accepting

                                                        ❝ not planning to!  ❞

     Its the vila they had been investigating behind them, Las just knows it. In hindsight,     they really should have inquired more into this Fred’s job,   but it was too late now!     Too late to avoid the  LIES    the blond had sold them in order to get further aid into     this mystery,       lies that comforted Las that they would never have to face the vila     they never felt safe around,  that this would be a simple case && the dola would be     back home in no time.   Instead, their heels echoed against the harsh pavement at     their feet,   fists clenched && breathing steadied as they overtook Fred && rushed     to the van they had arrived in. There was no looking back for Las, not when FEAR     drove them forward, desperate to put space between them and the spirit.      There     was little concern in them for Fred ;;       the human would have to figure out where     they were heading on his own,     because Las was not going to risk their safety so     that he could catch up mentally. This was not a circumstance requiring THOUGHT.