don't you know that you're toxic?

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me @world how do I write a book

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@famelici

          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. 

          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. 

          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? 

          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 isn’t happening...

          The gauze fell from her hand again. This time, she couldn’t pick it up. She fell to the pavement after it.  

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okay I’m going to be role playing again soon, I think. I hope? I’ve finished the lace and it’s pretty smooth sailing from here, and I would like to get Vi’s Skyrim verse set up. 

I mean it’d be a crime if I didn’t put this nerd in the Dawnguard....

I should probably finish the Dawnguard quest on skyrim.........

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Hi! Just so the few waiting on replies from me know, I’m trying to hunker down and work hard on a knitting commission I have right now! Lace is Very Hard. I’ve already restarted three times because it’s Hard. 

It’s really hard. This is probably the simplest lace pattern ever but I’m a newbie to lace and its thin yarned wiles. 

But I’m doing my best and hopefully I’ll get it soon!! I’ll be doing things once I’m out of the woods. ^^ 

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  Before Rosemary could even realize what was about to happen the drink already stained her coat. The dreamer’s mouth dropped open and she stepped backwards. Once she calmed down she looked to the other with a timid yet nervous smile. ❝Oh, not it’s okay.❞ She sincerely believed the stranger didn’t mean it so there were no hard feelings. ❝Some tissues would be nice.❞

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It took a bit of rifling, made slower by clumsy hands, but she did manage to produce a neat little packet of travel tissues. “Here, I used to have one of those little stain sticks... Should get another one.” Viola took the liberty of dabbing at the stained coat with the first tissue out of the packet. “I’m sorry about this, just a little dizzy this morning.” 

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re: blood properties 

The most obvious factor of Viola’s 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 don’t end there. There are many facets to her unique toxic defense mechanism.

In Vampires: By the time they’ve swallowed for the first time, it’s too late. The burning sensation of the blood’s causticity against their undead flesh doesn’t register until the damage is already done. If they’re aiming to kill, they won’t survive it. Ashes to ashes. A few drops sting the skin like holy water in legend, but only drinking it is their death. 

In Non-vampires: It won’t 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. 

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tried to grab a bite to eat, blood was poison. - C

          “Don’t you have a forum to troll or something?” 

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one does not simply drink viola's blood. - C

          “Glad to see you’re keeping yourself entertained, Charlie.”

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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. 

          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. 

           What could really compromise her, after all this time? Someone innocent getting hurt while she stands by and bleeds, because she isn’t good for anything else. 

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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 world’s most wicked things, and they keep coming whether she wants them to or not. Some say people make their own luck--in Viola’s case that came in a simple shift of perspective.

          When she stops seeing attacks and starts seeing opportunities, she’s a lucky, lucky girl. 

apatite: a headcanon about my muse's intuition

          When one expects the worst in people, they’re either right, or pleasantly surprised. Viola’s intuition is, perhaps, a tad oversensitive. With a touch of paranoia coloring her perception a sinister shade, few are above suspicion of evil. 

          She has misjudged people, certainly, but she’s never mistaken someone for harmless when they weren’t. That’s what counts. 

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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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@amcricanmouth liked for a starter 

          “Here.” She spoke in soft tone, producing from her hefty handbag a granola bar sweetened with chocolate. “You look like you could use a little pick-me-up. These are good for energy.”

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@stakelike

     “Hey uh– are you alright?” Phae drops his cigarette into the gutter. “You look a little lost.”

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          Just when she thought she’d be going home without any new lacerations. “Is 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?” 

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mgs 1 █║│♛

send one for my muse’s reaction~

“Have you ever… loved someone?” “What are you trying to say?” “Do you think love can bloom even on a battlefield?” “A strong man doesn’t need to read the future, he makes his own.” “It’s easy to forget what a sin is in the middle of a battlefield.” “If you ask me, there’s no happiness to be found in death.” “Are you smoking?” “Hurt me more! Make me feel alive again!” “Who the hell are you?” “I’m your shadow.” “Only a fool trusts his life to a weapon!” “There’s no winning or losing for a mercenary.” “Unfortunately, killing is just one of those things that gets easier the more you do it.” “You’re not in pain are you?” “I am like you. I have no name.” “It’s not over yet!” “What are you fighting for?” “There’s a killer inside you…” “You are a fool to come back here, stupid man.” “You’re a hero.” “I don’t like to waste bullets…” “You’ve served your purpose. You may die now.” “You are a Wolf… You will die the proud wolf you are.” “Looks like I got a roommate….” “Do you want to die now? Or after your female friend? Which will it be?” “I… I… I’m losing myself…” “I’ve got to go swat down a couple of bothersome flies.” “Sleeping late as usual?” “You idiot!” “It’s hard to miss when you’re this close.”

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@neonnoise liked for a starter

          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 stranger’s seat. She’d find out, one way or another. “Hi, excuse me?” she began in practiced tone, “It looks like my lipstick is under your chair--would you mind handing that to me please?” 

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okay no time like the present let’s hope for the best here, like for a starter!!

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@traumeriin liked for a starter

         Some nights were easier than others, she’s 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. 

          “Oh--Jesus, I’m so sorry. Here, I should have some tissues or something...”