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@bramblewine // sc.

“Do me a favor, yeah? Stand riiiiight there, maybe puff out your chest a bit--look REAL scary or somethin’--while I hide under here!” Sera doesn’t even WAIT for the other to agree before clambering underneath one of the tables; no more than a tangled, bunched up mess of limbs and plaidweave as she curls up. “I’ll pay you back!”

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@puerdelumine || @bramblewine​ || @brashtide-menace ♥♥

     Thank you guys. Really, it does mean a lot to me to have the support even after all this time. It’s good to still feel welcomed by people here regardless of what ends up happening. I feel like I do this whole sad song and dance thing way too much anymore and I’m really sorry about it. 

     I’m still really trying to get back into the swing of things. It’s just been real hard, I think. Things are changing a lot faster than I can keep up with them and I fear falling behind all of it. Especially in favor of... newer things and newer blogs. Kind of makes me feel old having been around here for such a long time and tampering around this fandom for as long as I have. It’s always good to come back and know there are people around and things are still going and the fandom’s alive. That’s always really nice to know. 

     I’m sorry you share the same kind of feelings though, @brashtide-menace. Your characters are also lovely and it’s always good to come back and see you around, too! But know that even though I keep teetering on the edge of quitting, I honestly don’t think I ever could. At least not forever. So I hope you don’t end up doing that, either.

    I’m always gonna be around for others. If there’s one thing I do, it’s trying to be around for other people regardless of whether or not I’m writing or active.I’m always here to talk or chat - about anything, really. I’m really lucky to still have people around for me.

     I really want to write and if you’re all willing, I’d love to start whenever you’re up for it again. I just need to get things going and then, maybe, it’ll work itself out from there. Just let me know. Or, hell, throw something at me, even. Please. I don’t even care. I’ll make it work somehow because damn it, I miss these three a lot and if I have to hike up fourteen hills covered in slick oil and lit on fire to write them then that’s what I’m gonna do. Literally write something and slap me with it at this point -- I need to get the groove back.

    But again, really -- I feel like I say it all the time, but I really mean it: thank you so much. All of you. I love you all so much. ♥♥

[whimsygardens-archives]

I’m not surprised. Jealousy, hatred, treachery. Sounds like a typical human story.

Drakengard 2 Sentence Starters || Accepting!

     “These tales are not limited to humans,” Xiro responded, eyeing the blinded one carefully. He could sense that they were not human, though they looked as though the opposite were true. They were like him, in a sense. One of the Tuatha, the Fae. There were so few of their kind left in existence, that he had to wonder where this one had been hiding all this time. “Any sapient creature can fall prey to such evils.” He certainly had, after all.

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what songs do i listen to for maiev inspo?

I’ve been losing myself in angerSo much broken by the rageNothing could take my mind offHow to make them pay

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{ @bramblewine || continued (x) }

     ❝Well,❞ Euanthe started with a guttural huff, given the way she hung. Her arm went to aimlessly gesture at the bag that somehow landed unscathed on the ground. She had it wrapped up so securely it’d likely put a Nerubian’s cocoon to shame, ❝I wanted to give you something. At least, that had been my intention.❞

     The shaman’s arms hovered in place at her waist, though it took a fair amount of strength to keep them from dangling as they wished to. The branch was tangled beneath an underlying layer of mail around the inner backside of her kilt, likely stuck there permanently without some kind of outside force. It had her good. She always managed to slip up in just the right way. Even as she moved in some attempt to loosen herself, she only succeeded in loosening the adornment across her shoulders enough for its front half to fly up and slap her in the chin. How lovely. It was a good thing her kilt was not made of a soft fabric, less she be stuck with far more embarrassing problems to deal with at the same time.

      ❝I... believe I am stuck.❞

     Only now did she care to admit to that fact, though it was blatantly obvious without bluntly stating it. At least her misfortune had brought some semblance of entertainment to Aquler’s face. There was something special about it, considering she had seen a bit of every side of them but pure light-heartedness. In truth, Euanthe rather liked their smile. It was a shame she had to see it lop-sided like she was.

     Whether they chose to help her down or dig through the mess of wrapping inside the bag first, it didn’t bother her. One way or another she would end right side up again. And she would still watch the other rather eagerly as they went through it all. She was far more keen on what they would think of a gift from someone than their reaction to her foolishness, regardless. Beneath the multiple layers of dull paper lay yet a duller box. It seemed almost antique, judging by its condition. Most would find it almost disappointing to look at. But the container was merely a prelude to its true contents. Once it had been pried open, one could see just how much could fit within it. Just beneath the hinge that held the box together lay an ornate flower. It was long, spanning across the length of its container, with a steel stem and fine etchings in the petals. Strangely heavy for what it was, it seemed little more than a pretty decoration. Yet upon closer inspection, there was a divide in the middle of its stem reaching all the way to the blossom. One could peel the pieces of it back, and within moments it revealed a very sharp, iridescent blade. Even touching it the incorrect way could nick a finger. What was once an ornate flower would then snap back perfectly into a rigid hilt they could hold onto. What the demon hunter would use such a blade for, one could only imagine. But it was fitting. Just beneath the secretive weapon was a necklace. Beautiful with subtlety to it, studded in clear gems that were even more iridescent than the blade. They reflected the fel of their false eyes when they drew close, and when they would recede it reflected the tint of their tattoos. It seemed to react to Aquler, and only them. As if to show how fascinating they could still be, regardless of what they were. There was beauty in it all. Now that Euanthe could see it for herself, she found herself agreeing  — no matter the position she was in at the time.

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                                                               █ ▌▐ @bramblewine

She knew naught what was becoming of the world around her. It was more of a fear, an instinct  — something that bit at the back of her mind like an ANIMAL shoving its teeth through cage bars. The Legion tore at everything and everyone, and the more the thoughts of it crossed her mind, the worse it burdened her. It hadn’t kept her from moving forward, but Euanthe held very little concern for much else aside from her personal musings. Hooves dragged against the ground as she paced, attention set forward for the time being. Nobundo had not been with her at the time, seemingly attentive towards other things of importance within the Heart of Azeroth. She could understand the Farseer’s absence, and yet somehow it only aided in furthering her anxiety. 

     But the sound of rustling that came afterward was just      enough to snap her attention back to her surroundings.      It was something rather silent, as though someone had      been watching her walk in the shadows that whole time.      The feel of something peering into her back wasn’t quite      apparent until her reflexes returned to her. A small breath      was the only thing to follow after she stopped in her place,     and her attention began to gaze across the entirety of     the growing darkness around her. ❝I know there is someone here,❞ the shaman’s voice was meek, more so than she anticipated. But the following held a little more bite, ❝Show yourself.❞

[runtocatchupwiththesun]

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