Who says I'm done fighting?

Indie Blake Belladonna RP & Ask Blog // Muse & Mun are 18+ // Selective // Multi-verse & Multi-Ship // AU-friendly // OC-friendly // Canon-divergent

[rpmemes-galore]

send me   “ you’re here…?”   for your muse to wake up in a hospital bed and find my muse holding their hand.      send    “ i’m here. “    for my muse to wake up and find yours. 

[i-am-a-fish]

shoutout to everybody who posted today. very good posts. bountiful harvest. we're going to make it

[auxins-insanities]

me when the fixation is hyper and the interest is special

[needlesslycryptic]

When the hyperfixation, the special interest and a manic episode all hit at the same time

[theunfortunate-author]

my daily affirmation as an author

[c0sm0nad0]

Nothing tugs on my heartstrings more than this picture right here. She looks so happy and carefree :( the little bows she put in her parents hair and smiling so proud my GOD she was just a little baby :(((

Adam Taurus you will rot in hell for hurting this beautiful kind soul actually!!

[rpdepartment]

when does the ᴄᴏᴍᴇᴛ become the 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚘𝚛 ? when does the ᴄᴀɴᴅʟᴇ become the 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚣𝚎 ? when does a ʀɪᴘᴘʟᴇ become the 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚎 ? when does the ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ become the 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎 ?

when does a ᴍᴀɴ become a 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 ?

[sometimesshattered]

Are you still active here? 👀

Yes and no.

Yes, I still pop in, reblog references and memes and ideas, and occasionally write smaller stuff.

But I do the bigger replies, plotting, and the good stuff on Discord now. Formatting and flagging and this interface in general is terrible, even with xKit. Discord lets me organize way easier.

[cbc-bb-deactivated20250802]

please be patient with me im from the 1900s

[rpmemes-galore]

send me   “ 😂 “    and my muse will tell yours the worst — or best, depends on how you view it — pun / dad-joke they know 

[antlerslayer]

that ship is toxic to YOU. to me it's a complex, multi-layered, essay-worthy dynamic that'd take numerous hours to dissect (during which i'll spend crying screaming tearing my hair out)

[entheognosis]

Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let the pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place.

Kurt Vonnegut

[chillinrpmemes]

"When was the last time you _____?"

finish the sentence in the inbox

[valtsv]

abandonment issues are sooooo funny. "i'm scared people will leave me so i push them away and leave them first to avoid being hurt" girl the prophecy is self fulfilling!!! the sabotage is coming from within!!! you forgot about the cycle!!!!!!!!!

[starbuck]

i say i like tragedies and everyone’s all like ‘why do you like sad stories? are you depressed?’ and never ‘how was the catharsis? was the catharsis fun?’

[carniferous]

neither “that’s not canon” nor “fuck canon we made this all up” but a secret third thing (canon shouldn’t be taken as gospel but is useful as a reference point for building upon and recontextualizing characters and details. if you worship the source material as unchangeable then fandom in general probably isn’t for you. if you have complete disdain for the source material you would probably enjoy yourself more in a different fandom)

[sometimesshattered]

A strict, stern mother? Blake couldn’t relate to that at all. Her own mom was anything but. However, other authority figures in her childhood had certainly fit that description, so it wasn’t as if she had zero understanding. “Sorry to cause you both trouble,” a resigned sigh escaped her, as she slowly began to work herself free from the dark denim that seemed to adhere itself to her legs in its soaked state. “The storm was just getting worse, and I was genuinely concerned I might get struck by lightning…”

Taking a few moments to twist and drain the excess moisture from her jeans, she shook the wrinkles from them, before carefully draping them beside her sweater. Blake wasn’t body-shy in the slightest, so it didn’t immediately occur to her that stripping-down in front of someone might make them uncomfortable. That oblivious nature was highlighted, as she continued to shed sopping material, until it all hung meticulously over the edge of the sink-counter. Her bare frame shivered almost comically at the sudden exposure to the cool room air, arms crossing around herself to try to conserve meager warmth. “Umm…I don’t want to be rude and start digging around, but…” a hesitant chuckle escaped her, “where do you keep your towels in here?”

[prismaticmuses]

Honey averted her eyes politely as Blake shed her soaked clothes. Without a word, she reached over to the shelves next to her and pulled a fresh towel off the rack. She held the towel out between them to hide the majority of Blake's body from sight.

To distract herself from the awkwardness of the situation, Honey decided to just continue the conversation as normal. "It's really not your fault. Circumstances just weren't in our favor. And I'd much rather be reprimanded by our mother than leave you out there to drown... or get struck by lightning.

"I know one thing," she said after Blake had taken the towel. "Despite her anger, Olivier would never throw you back out into the streets. You can rest assured you'll be safe here for the night. So don't worry, okay?" Honey looked to their guest with a warm, reassuring smile.

[sometimesshattered]

Blake hurriedly took the offered towel, wrapping it around her trembling frame to soak up some of the lingering dampness on her skin. She could practically hear her teeth chattering from the chill, and the way her dark hair was sticking to her neck and shoulders was growing itchy and irritating. “That’s a relief…” she admitted, running the ends of the towel over her head to remove as much water as she could from her hair, before hugging it back around her shivering torso.

“You told your mom I was a ‘client’. Does that mean we should come up with a cover story for this ‘meeting’?” She chuckled awkwardly, leaning heavily against the edge of the sink counter, as she waited for the trembling in her frame to subside enough to move any further. “I’m not very good at lying, but I’ll try my best, if it saves you two some grief.”

Blake honestly couldn’t understand how a parent could lack desire for their children to socialize and form friendships outside of family. It seemed such an odd stance to take. You could miss out on so many great relationships with that mindset. True, Blake wasn’t the most social of creatures herself, but even she saw the value in spending time with other people. Tonight was a prime example — she’d still be trapped in a torrential downpour if it weren’t for the two siblings currently opening their home to her for refuge.

[prismaticmuses]

Honey's smile turned into a rueful smirk. "Let's hope it doesn't come to that. I already feel terrible not telling her the full truth." She sighed and turned her gaze back to the door. "Besides, I think it's a little late for that. She's got Linnaeus. We just have to trust him."

However, Honey's brow furrowed a moment later. A tension gripped her heavily. "...Something's wrong."

Just then, her aShine pinged and she pulled it out of a camoflauged pocket in her short kimono. Her frown deepened as she read the message. "He says it's done." She turned back to Blake with an unreadable expression. "We should go back to the bedroom. Are you alright?"

[sometimesshattered]

Blake wanted to ask her why she and her brother hadn’t just…stood-up to their mother and declared their autonomy? Why they still ‘followed the rules’ and tiptoed around the subject like a ticking-time-bomb? But it wasn’t her business. This was obviously a private, family matter, and Blake wasn’t a part of this family, so she had no right to start getting-involved in their affairs. She didn’t want to be a rude houseguest, nor did she wish to offend her hosts, by butting-into their business with unsolicited advice. The look of concern on her face lingered for a long moment, but she finally gave a tense sigh, and wrapped the damp towel snugly around her midsection. “Sorry I’m causing you two trouble. I promise I’ll be out of here the minute the storm lets-up enough.”

Part of her wanted to leave now. Not because she didn’t appreciate their generosity, but because she loathed being an inconvenience or a bother. But she also realized that all the trouble they were going through for her would have been wasted if she just ran back into the storm. So, she rubbed her palms over her shivering arms, trying to generate friction to warm herself back up, nodding in response to Honey’s question. “Yes, I’ll be fine. But, umm…I don’t know if your mother would appreciate me walking around your house in a towel, so…do either of you have a t-shirt or something I could borrow? Just until my clothes are wearable again?”

[chittychittyyangyang]

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