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lizzy here! i've deleted my magneto.

mostly because;

i don't have any muse for him and because i have too many blogs and school is starting soon.

i'm extremely apologetic to my mains, chxrismatic and loremiecit.

i still look forward to interacting with the both of you on my other blogs.

hopefully when age of apocalypse is released erik will decided to come back.

so - i'll be active on obsolesse, biociid, and occasionally comandeor.

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       ;; claire, didn't know where she was. or maybe           that was a lie, her own two feet carried her            here. but how could she explain it someone?           she would sound crazy. she would describe it           like a coma, or the act of passing out. she           saw glimpses of what she was doing, in fact           she saw most of what she was doing. but,           there was bits, and pieces, she simply            could not recollect.                                                                                      this, was the day after her mother died.

                 it wasn't so much as grief as to what                  happened to her mother. it was shock.                   a shock, that left her unable to control                  her mutation on any level. in short, she                  let it, take control of her.

                                                       in the beginning the voices were mere                                                         whispers, that escalated into voices,                                                          which then heightened into screams                                                         and cries.

          it wasn't claire's fault, her          mutation, always found the horrid          memories in people; because they          tend to cry the loudest. you tend          to remember pain better than joy. 

                                                it felt as if claire was reliving these                                                 horrid memories. it ranged anything                                                  from abuse, to grief, from death to                                                  the dying. it was pure misery.                                                  and there was no way of escaping it.

she was on a road, it was twilight with and the sun was looming through the emerald trees. claire was walking along the edge of  the gray pavement. even if she herself had returned, the voices were still lingering in  her head. it looked like she was trying to  get away from the city, but their cries were still as clear as the rays of the sun.                                                                              but the memories continued to play                                                                              themselves out in her head, draining                                                                             her of the energy to walk. claire couldn't                                                                             take another step, and crashed to the                                                                             ground. she lie there, unblinking, eyes                                                                             sunken into her skull. she curled up into                                                                             a ball, and began sobbing. she was                                                                              terrified, piled on top of the mental                                                                             torment, claire was in a sea of pure                                                                             anguish. and, in all honesty, she                                                                             didn't know what she was going to do                                                                              but sit there and cry.                              [ help me, please. ]                                                                silence.

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loremiecit replied to your post:CONGRATULATIONS to loremiecit becuz you be my...

oh my goodness hi hun!! what other blogs do you have?? <3

i'm only active on like two others, and i'm lame and have the same fc for 2 oc's because, ya know, i suck and are lazy, i have a hela { xxhela } and an oc named victoria { xxmutant }

but yeh i suck. and youre brilliant, amazingly brilliant. /flees////

[txlepathy-blog-blog]

            ❝      okay, what are you talking about?❞

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loremiecit replied to your post:pssst

oH MY GOD I LOVE YOU

i am literally trash i couldnt resist

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+ cxtnipformonsters | + loremiecit | + dumplingsforone

"Yes yes, just your average Joe,   health inspector! Nothing out   of the ordinary here!"

[possiblyxxmad]

           "    If it be counsel you seek                      there is no one here to                               answer your prayers."

[nxwtongeiszler]

"Fuck, fuck —" God damn, that fucking hurt. Sure it had been a stupid thing to do, but it was for science. He'd been trying to build a version of Cerebro without the massive sphere like structure. Newt had shrunk it down to fit it within the helmet itself so it could potentially be portable. Of course it didn't go as planned, perhaps the miniature version couldn't regulate brainwaves as well as the bigger one. Newt had some work to do to fix that problem. But first, he tasted blood, right, that was from the nosebleed he got from his recent stunt.