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     Their downfall had always been arrogance--utter certainty that they would succeed. With ashes crumbling to nothing before her, a foolish hunter succumbed to the same arrogance. Her prey was already gone, lost to his thirst and nothing more than a pile of crumpled fabric on the ground now. What did she have to fear? All that was left to do was close the wound left behind...
     Shit.Â
     From trembling fingers, her all-important gauze fell to the ground and rolled across the dirty pavement. Blood still coursed from her wound with every heartbeat, and she could only cover it with one hand while she dizzily stumbled closer to her lost bandages.Â
     A single misstep, and she was on her knees. Closer to the ground at least, easier to reach the dirtied gauze while her bloody hand released the wound to support her weight. More of her precious weapon dripped onto the black pavement, and a trembling hand fumbled forward for the gauze she needed so urgently. Would she even have the coordination to wrap the wound now?Â
     Slowly, achingly, she managed to drag dirty gauze around her neck, again and again and again, as tight as she could manage. Her vision was fuzzy, growing less and less clear as moments passed. No no, she repeated in her head, No this isnât happening...
     The gauze fell from her hand again. This time, she couldnât pick it up. She fell to the pavement after it. Â
okay Iâm going to be role playing again soon, I think. I hope? Iâve finished the lace and itâs pretty smooth sailing from here, and I would like to get Viâs Skyrim verse set up.Â
I mean itâd be a crime if I didnât put this nerd in the Dawnguard....
I should probably finish the Dawnguard quest on skyrim.........
Hi! Just so the few waiting on replies from me know, Iâm trying to hunker down and work hard on a knitting commission I have right now! Lace is Very Hard. Iâve already restarted three times because itâs Hard.Â
Itâs really hard. This is probably the simplest lace pattern ever but Iâm a newbie to lace and its thin yarned wiles.Â
But Iâm doing my best and hopefully Iâll get it soon!! Iâll be doing things once Iâm out of the woods. ^^Â
 Before Rosemary could even realize what was about to happen the drink already stained her coat. The dreamerâs mouth dropped open and she stepped backwards. Once she calmed down she looked to the other with a timid yet nervous smile. âOh, not itâs okay.â She sincerely believed the stranger didnât mean it so there were no hard feelings. âSome tissues would be nice.â
It took a bit of rifling, made slower by clumsy hands, but she did manage to produce a neat little packet of travel tissues. âHere, I used to have one of those little stain sticks... Should get another one.â Viola took the liberty of dabbing at the stained coat with the first tissue out of the packet. âIâm sorry about this, just a little dizzy this morning.âÂ
re: blood propertiesÂ
The most obvious factor of Violaâs blood is its uncanny ability to kill vampires. A handy little trait in a world where one has to accept that such creatures exist. However, the oddities donât end there. There are many facets to her unique toxic defense mechanism.
In Vampires: By the time theyâve swallowed for the first time, itâs too late. The burning sensation of the bloodâs causticity against their undead flesh doesnât register until the damage is already done. If theyâre aiming to kill, they wonât survive it. Ashes to ashes. A few drops sting the skin like holy water in legend, but only drinking it is their death.Â
In Non-vampires: It wonât turn you to ash, but neither will all the scary bottles in the cabinet under the kitchen sink. A little will upset the stomach and discourage any future consumption. A decent gulp will earn the assailant a period of violent illness. It can be fatal, if not as immediately. Not caustic to the touch to non-vampires.Â
tried to grab a bite to eat, blood was poison. - C
     âDonât you have a forum to troll or something?âÂ
one does not simply drink viola's blood. - C
     âGlad to see youâre keeping yourself entertained, Charlie.â
abalone and ammolite?
abalone:what kind of situations compromise my muse emotionally
     Not a feat easily accomplished, for one who operates on suspicion and pessimism has learned better than to leave emotions open to harm. She is isolated, making her living from home, with only her cat as a companion--she protects against loss by having no one to lose.Â
     Still, one small part of her remains soft to the world, the reason she goes through with all of this in the first place: so no one else gets hurt. She is the last victim of every vampire that preys on her, and that knowledge makes all of the hardship worth it.Â
      What could really compromise her, after all this time? Someone innocent getting hurt while she stands by and bleeds, because she isnât good for anything else.Â
ammolite & apatite!
ammolite: how lucky or unlucky my use is
     Even by the most generous, all things serve a purpose of mentalities, Viola was dealt a rather difficult hand in life. She acts as both bait and trap for the worldâs most wicked things, and they keep coming whether she wants them to or not. Some say people make their own luck--in Violaâs case that came in a simple shift of perspective.
     When she stops seeing attacks and starts seeing opportunities, sheâs a lucky, lucky girl.Â
apatite: a headcanon about my muse's intuition
     When one expects the worst in people, theyâre either right, or pleasantly surprised. Violaâs intuition is, perhaps, a tad oversensitive. With a touch of paranoia coloring her perception a sinister shade, few are above suspicion of evil.Â
     She has misjudged people, certainly, but sheâs never mistaken someone for harmless when they werenât. Thatâs what counts.Â
send me a crystal and i'll tell...
abalone: what kind of situations compromise my muse emotionally
aegerine: my muse's opinion of the supernatural
agate: how my muse calms down
blue lace agate: my muse's favorite form of communication (verbal, letters, texting, etc.)
fire agate: if my muse is brave or cowardly
moss agate: if my muse has a high or low opinion of themself
amazonite: what kind of situations call for my muse to be dishonest
amethyst: what my muse would most like to be able to shape-shift into
ammolite: how lucky or unlucky my use is
angel aura quartz: my muse's opinion of LGBT+ issues
apache tears: a sadness headcanon
apatite: a headcanon about my muse's intuition
apophyllite: my muse's religious/spiritual beliefs
aquamarine: where my muse feels most calm/relaxed
biotite: the biggest problems my muse is currently dealing with
bloodstone: how my muse sees themself as part of the world at large
calcite: my muse's social tendencies (introverted vs extroverted, parties vs one-on-one conversations, etc.)
carnelian: an art-related headcanon
celestite: how my muse deals with anxiety
chalcedony: the saddest my muse has ever been
chalcopyrite: how my muse deals with ending relationships
charoite: who my muse looks up to
chrysocolla: a money-making headcanon
copper: how I think my muse will end up when they're older
coral: how my muse views the natural world
diamond: a sex headcanon
dolomite: a sleep headcanon
emerald: how my muse tells someone they love them without words
fluorite: what my muse's room looks like
fossil: what my muse's dream job is
galena: what it's like to be in a relationship with my muse
garnet: what my muse's perfect partner would be
gold: my muse's financial situation
hematite: how squeamish my muse is
hiddenite: how much of an "inner child" my muse has
iolite: my muse's drinking habits
jade: if my muse would ever cheat on a partner
jasper: what my muse would be like as a parent
kyanite: an anger headcanon
lapis lazuli: where 'home' is to my muse
lodestone: what kind of people gravitate towards my muse
malachite: what my muse as a child thought they would be when they grew up
mica: what my muse views as their worst personality trait
moonstone: my muse's opinions on outer space
mother of pearl: if my muse tends to lift people up or bring them down
nebula stone: how good my muse's memory is
obsidian: which of the seven deadly sins my muse would be
opal: how creative my muse is
pearl: a mental health headcanon
petalite: what my muse would do if they found a wallet on the street
pyrite: a physical health headcanon
quartz: how my muse thinks other people see them
rhodonite: if my muse prefers elegance or convenience
rubellite: if my muse has any 'triggers' that inspire painful memories
ruby: a happiness headcanon
sapphire: if everyone my muse knew was hanging off a cliff and they could only choose three to save, the rest certainly dying, who they would choose
serpentine: how my muse would seduce another [alt: how my muse makes their money]
silver: if my muse prefers masculinity or femininity
tsavorite: if my muse believes in destiny or fate
ulexite: how empathetic/sympathetic/compassionate my muse is
unakite: what my muse's ideal pet would be
verdite: my muse's ethnicity/family history
zebra stone: what gets my muse excited
zoisite: does my muse believe everything's going to work out for them in the end or not?
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     âHere.â She spoke in soft tone, producing from her hefty handbag a granola bar sweetened with chocolate. âYou look like you could use a little pick-me-up. These are good for energy.â
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   âHey uhâ are you alright?â Phae drops his cigarette into the gutter. âYou look a little lost.â
     Just when she thought sheâd be going home without any new lacerations. âIs it that obvious? I must not have been paying attention--missed a landmark or something. Do you know where twenty-first street crosses with this one?âÂ
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send one for my museâs reaction~
âHave you ever⊠loved someone?â âWhat are you trying to say?â âDo you think love can bloom even on a battlefield?â âA strong man doesnât need to read the future, he makes his own.â âItâs easy to forget what a sin is in the middle of a battlefield.â âIf you ask me, thereâs no happiness to be found in death.â âAre you smoking?â âHurt me more! Make me feel alive again!â âWho the hell are you?â âIâm your shadow.â âOnly a fool trusts his life to a weapon!â âThereâs no winning or losing for a mercenary.â âUnfortunately, killing is just one of those things that gets easier the more you do it.â âYouâre not in pain are you?â âI am like you. I have no name.â âItâs not over yet!â âWhat are you fighting for?â âThereâs a killer inside youâŠâ âYou are a fool to come back here, stupid man.â âYouâre a hero.â âI donât like to waste bulletsâŠâ âYouâve served your purpose. You may die now.â âYou are a Wolf⊠You will die the proud wolf you are.â âLooks like I got a roommateâŠ.â âDo you want to die now? Or after your female friend? Which will it be?â âI⊠I⊠Iâm losing myselfâŠâ âIâve got to go swat down a couple of bothersome flies.â âSleeping late as usual?â âYou idiot!â âItâs hard to miss when youâre this close.â
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     If ever there were a grey area, that one would fall squarely into it. She glanced over her tablet at him, taking details in snapshots rather than long pointed looks. With all the metal lodged into his skin, he could have easily been one that wanted to seem like something undead, rather than actually one of them. Still some of the red flags flew; when she innocently passed to retrieve a wayward lipstick that had rolled from her hand, she could have sworn she smelled the faint, lingering scent of blood on him.
     Was she reading too much into this one? Was it just her imagination?
     Ah, the little tube came to a stop just beneath the long-haired strangerâs seat. Sheâd find out, one way or another. âHi, excuse me?â she began in practiced tone, âIt looks like my lipstick is under your chair--would you mind handing that to me please?âÂ
okay no time like the present letâs hope for the best here, like for a starter!!
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     Some nights were easier than others, sheâs found. Her hands were still shaking as she adjusted the chiffon of her scarf, obscuring stark white bandages. That tremor in her hands, along with a fuzzy haze over her consciousness, added up to a small undoing--in her struggle to open a sports drink, her grip became unsteady, and the open bottle surged outward to splash upon some poor unwitting soul.Â
     âOh--Jesus, Iâm so sorry. Here, I should have some tissues or something...â