{{ Some Sona naughtiness for sinday~ }}
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{{ Some Sona naughtiness for sinday~ }}
{{ Hey y’all, sorry for disappearing for weeks here. I’ve been loosely active on Discord but I honestly have been feeling doubt and anxiety about my muse interpretations? Not sure if I wanna reprise all my muses, if I’ll be retiring some of them, or if I’ll just remake altogether. Things are sorta up in the air and I’m really sorry about that. I’m just sorting through a lot. I hope to update you all soon with my final decision, but know I really appreciate everyone here who’s interacted with me thus far! Y’all are the real MVPs and I adore you to bits and pieces. }}
✏ / but low priority bc I don't wanna make you feel obligated to do anything
“While we have our spats, I genuinely respect David King. He’s rough and stubborn, but he’s a quick thinker, improviser, and has the endurance to give the Killers a run for their money. I trust him with my life, always.”
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{{ I, uh, think I wanna knock the dust off this blog and return? Dunno if anyone here is still active and/or follows me still, but take this as a tentative confirmation of my long hiatus ending. }}
{{ When your friends and mutuals support your endeavors-- }}
“Everything...is in ruins,” Sona mutters in a desperate, harsh whisper, despair now twisting up her delicate features. Hands tremble at her sides, the weight of this catastrophic outbreak leaving even the idealistic maven to stagger in the shadow of death. “I have to do something...I-I cannot allow this to end in tragedy...I-I simply can’t, I--” A waver in her throat, one she chides herself for. Where is that composure? What has happened to her boundless confidence and resolve? Simply, it’s been choked out by the darkened fog--both poetically and literally--as mist manifests and coalesces about her form, threatening to swallow the mirthful virtuoso whole.
Quick lil Sona sketch before bed for the good vibes~
{{ Hey so I’m gonna try to get back to writing this week...pardon my rust as I get things rolling again! I’ll probably stick to things that seem easier for me to write, things that reaaaally get my muse going, so posts will be in no particular order aside from that! I may decide to wipe clean a lot of stuff just to get a fresh start, but anticipate some askbox/starter stuff at some point! }}