Jun 6, 2020
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Hello! Do you know when you might be opening your commissions again?
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first meetings (lemonade 8)
@magicandheart
Leibryn sat at the table outside the coffee shop nursing her latte with a slight frown on her face. A small sigh escaped as she forced herself to release the tension in her shoulders. Erik had told her that the two young men she was waiting for were both taller than her (not that that meant much) and that they were like night and day when compared to each other. A small smile formed against her will when she noticed a pair who also seemed to be scanning the people seated outside. The shorter of the two was practically bouncing and just struck her as a ray of sunshine while the other seemed....affectionately resigned to the other’s antics. She figured this was them, and now she knew what he meant. The difference between them was striking.
One hand raised in a wave as she lifted her drink to her mouth, mentally preparing herself for the obligatory small talk that came with meeting new people. Why did she let Erik convince her to do this? She had to convince two strangers to live with her instead of running screaming....
“Hi,” she managed when they approached. “I’m Leibryn. I grabbed a couple pastries when I got here, I hope neither of you are allergic to anything.”
Mari hummed softly to themself as they carried the tray through the hall, dishes clinking quietly. El had been occupied with their studies most of the day, giving them plenty of time to retreat to the kitchen and convince the cook to let them handle the dinner for El that evening. In all honesty, the cook seemed relieved to not have one more thing to deal with.
They propped the tray on their hip to free a hand and open the door to the royal’s room. As they had expected, El didn’t appear to moved and Mari smiled fondly, setting the tray down on the table quietly.
“I brought dinner if you want an excuse to stop working on that,” they teased, setting out plates.
A tiny little cat drawn as a tiny little cat mans that @magicandheart helped me grow to love <3.
From Broken to Whole
@magicandheart (this popped in my head and wouldn't leave so I kind of imagine this as her full vow to Damon! Or whatever it is, it's meant to speak to Damon!)
Girls are always told that we are meant to endure. That we must face the pain to understand love. That we must learn what society wants and to conform to its rules. That our place isn't as we defined it to be.
What they also don't tell girls is that we can't show how broken we are. For our bitterness at the world and every person in it is unjustifiable. So endure we do and suffer long we have.
They don't let us speak. They are afraid of our voice and our power and our fight to go on. To continue and rise when speared through the ground.
I never really got that voice. I know my story now but it does not make it any less painful. From house to house, pain to near death, I witnessed too much all too soon for a little girl. I was told to keep quiet and live with it because no one cared enough to protect me like people should. I knew what scars meant before the warmth of a hug. I learned how to hide and make myself invisible in the face of bottle and the power behind a fist.
Life never did get easier after the homes. Flames came and went and memories seared into my head all while I was just turning 11. And then I met a woman. A proud, beautiful woman who taught me love and acceptance, leading me to learn to trust humanity again. A woman I still call mother today. She was ripped away from me and I was sent running away, coursing my path and etching my footprints for those who looked closer to see my story.
And then I meet more people. I met a man who kept a gang name as a token of survival and wears it with pride. This man is my father now.
I met a previous drug-dealing-heroin-addict who now is a body builder and runs Chipotles like no other. I call this man my brother.
Next we have a previous gang member who was taught that the world needed more predators than humans to survive. Enduring and resisting, she eventually found her way to us and never looked back once. Well, especially not after seeing what guns she coule have. I call her my sister.
Then we have the most irritating but loving twins I could ever know. I wish I could say you weren't than the Weasely twins but even Harry Potter would agree that they are both more devious than Fred and George ever could be. I call them brothers at best, distant cousins twice removed at worse.
And then we have an amazing technological prodigy with an affinity towards electricity. His powers spark and burst but just like his heart, it too burns bright from hid passions and hurts he's received. Still, he goes on and I love to call him the best baby brother I could ever hope to have.
And I would be an idiot to not mention the best wizard I will ever see or know. Too blinding for this world but too pure for sin, I owe him so much for everything he's taught and gave me. I think it was him that taught me what forgiveness meant. I call him my brother.
And his family is now my family. Consistent of love and squabbles, I know what family is supposed to be and I am honored to be a part of them. Thank you Aishling and Errol for that.
Of course this wouldn't be complete without mentioning the best doctor. The woman who never sleeps but always heals us with the power of patience and a hidden love for us all!
And finally.. the man who made me whole again.
Now this man and I did not have a good start at all. We met over a dead body in an alleyway and immediately bumped heads. It was only through the grace of our shadows that we even stayed near each other or else we would have been dragged by them. But this was a good thing because the unthinkable happened: we fell in love. Well.. after arguments and fights and lots of really angsty events that shoved us towards the other, making it impossible not to grow close.
And of course there were quiet moments in between. Cofee breaks here, case files there, and plenty of baking in between to put a diabetic to death from the sheer number of cookies I baked for this man (still do). And even after saying all that, this is still the man I would have chosen.
Sounds crazy but.. he completes me in a way that no one ever could. I don't like sharing this with people but I tried to kill myself when I was younger. The woman I mentioned earlier? She died. A horrible death that was caused through me but more indirect than that. And me attempting to cross that bridge just settled something in me that I never wanted to notice.
That I had pieces of me and none of them were ever going to be put back together to fuse and heal. I was shattered. Something empty and playing at being whole. I never wanted to recognize this and always shut that out of me.
But this man made me realize that maybe I wasn't as put together as I should- or wanted- to be. That maybe I needed to learn and see what made me feel broken so I could start the process of moving on to heal. And he was always there for the major or tiny steps it took to realize this.
This man, for all his faults and traumas he's endured, taught me to want to live and be happy for myself again. He taught me that I could be upset and cry or rage at the world and demand it give everything back to me. Demand that I be happy and to fight back for what I really wanted and needed in life.
I call this man Damon. With his beautiful golden-amber eyes that shine like a molten star caught in a sea of amber waves. With his shining ebony locks and the too cute light freckles that darken in the sun. I swear they're there- you just have to get close to his nose to see the dusting.
He also has a slight dimple and the most radiant smile ever to shine on this earth. And his smiles are not common, making them all the more precious when they are given.
His hugs are what a home should feel like and his heart- past all the walls and thorns- is a lovely, beating entity all on its own. It cries out for love and is scared of rejection, repulsion, and fear for what could happen to the person who dares to hold it.
But I held it and still continue to hold it. For his heart is the best gift ever given to me without me actually realizing it was to and for me. It beats and quivers, wavering in size but never in his feelings. It beats true and he gave it to me expecting to be shredded and thrown as an end result.
This will never happen. For Damon Riley Darkstorm has given me a thing I never thought I deserved. And for that, I will always be grateful to him.
You make me want to live and experience the world with you.
You make me want to learn how to overcome the bad shit and keep the good with me.
You make me happy- so very, very happy- because I never thought anyone could or would love me like you have. I never thought I would attain that dream of marriage and of someone completing you so wholly that you cannot look back without them. And I will always love you for that.
I love you Damon Riley Darkstorm. From now until I die and even then, I know I won't be alone. Because eternity without you id impossible now that we've met. Our souls are entwined from now and forever. A balance of good and evil, light and dark.
I am yours and you are mine and we become one. Because for you, my love will never fade, never waver, and never doubt. That I promise you from now until the end of existence. And you can always ask me, no matter if I'm sleeping or showering or just angry with you.
I love you.
Thank you for coming into my life and staying in it. It's been rough and too many times did it almost end. But at the end of it all, we overcame everything and became stronger because of it.
So from your stubborn idiot, I say thank you Damon Riley Darkstorm.
You beautiful, wonderful asshole.
how about top ten favorite muns/blogs that you like to write with the most?
Ask the Mun what their top ten favorite [blank] is
Oh boy. Well I haven’t written with a lot of muns recently so I’ll try and give you a good list, and I’ll even treat you to some explanations on why. (The list will be in no particular order until the top 3)
10. @sakuraariAri and Israel have a great relationship. We haven’t interacted in a little bit and I would like to again soon. I miss seeing Ari and Israel hang out and do dumb fun stuff.
9. @verratenduoI hope this guy likes to RP with me, but I’ve enjoyed his Eren from what I’ve seen. He does a very good job of portraying the angry boi, and I would like to see how these two interact even more. Not only that, reading other role plays they do is always interesting. I would like to rp with him more.
8. @decorxtiveoceanSo far we have a very interesting rp going on and I’m excited to see how it goes on, maybe even how it may end? We don’t seem to have an ending in mind but we do have a few plot points figured out. Armin is my favorite character so seeing someone who plays them well makes me very happy.
7. @bestowedfateThis mun has a great sense of writing and character development. We’ve got a plan to have Israel and Alya get into a relationship and I’m hopeful that these two will have a super good and loving time with each other. They write very good replies and always keep things interesting. I hope to plot more with them and write more as well.
6. @104thsquadfamThey just recently made a blog and we just started to interact, but so far so good! I’m very happy to be interacting with a Sasha after so long. Sasha is best girl and I love her very much. Her portrayal of the characters she plays, (From what I’ve been able to see) Is very good! I’m excited to see them play more characters and interact with them as well.
5. @theycallmemrgluskinI haven’t heard from this person is a super long time but we’ve had great interactions, not only with Eddie Gluskin, but Liza Snow from Far Cry 3 as well. I’ve had a good time playing different versions of Israel with her and hope that we can find a way to talk again and rp some more!
4. @rulerofthesewallsHer Krista is, S P O T O N!!! Oh my goodness does she play Krista super well. I’m in love with our thread and their portrayal of the little blonde goddess. Not only that, our little chats between replies are always a treat. I hope we can plot even more shit for these two to do!3
3. @xbertholdthooverSo we started role playing not too long ago but our rp has been one of the best ones I’ve done in my whole rp career. It’s stayed interesting through every reply and not only that, the plans we have for it are, super amazing and exciting! I’m glad I’ve found this person. They rp very well and I’m excited to do more with them!
2. @magicandheartWe have a million threads done and many more planned, and I hope to have so much more stuff to do with them! This mun is one of the first muns I really got to talking to on this blog and I value them as a friend very much! I always get excited when I see a reply from them and get very excited to reply.
1. @circumspectsWe don’t rp regularly, but our interaction and our plans and plotting has to be my favorite in a long long time. She plays many different characters on many different blogs and I love how accurate she portrays them all. Jean is amazing, Reiner is amazing, Sasha is amazing, and her writing skills are off the fucking charts. I hope to rp with them, like, forever for life honestly.
Super Summer Camp AU
@magicandheart
Three weeks after Sylvia’s abilities began to show, her father had found this camp. How he has managed to find out about this place was beyond her, considering the fact that she had never heard of real-life super-powers existing at all until three weeks prior. Now, suddenly, her father knew of a place where super-powered children and teenagers congregated for the summer.
Six weeks after Sylvia’s abilities began to show, she was shipped off to super summer camp. They put her in a cabin with seven other girls--a nightmare to an introvert like Sylvia--, and she rarely interacted with any of them.
Eight weeks after Sylvia’s abilities began to show, she sat on the bottom bunk in her empty cabin just after nightfall. All the other girls were outside, at some bonfire or something. Sylvia stayed inside, toying with a little ball of light and deliberately avoiding everyone outside.
She thought he was alone. She hadn’t shown anyone else her powers since she had gotten here. She barely knew how to use them. Everyone else here seemed to be in control of theirs, but this was all Sylvia could do for now: sit on her bed in the dark, avoid everyone, and....
...and accidentally toss the little ball of luminescent energy stright out the window. There was a noise as if someone had been hit, or dodged the ball. She ran outside and nearly slid on the damp grass.
“I’m sorry. Are you okay?” She offered a hand. “That was.. I’m not sure how I did that. I’m sorry.”
“👀” (ot3 Lemonade)
@magicandheart
She had decided on a shower before dismantling and updating the house wards and, knowing that she was alone, Lei didn’t bother to put on anything more than a shirt from Damon’s drawer and a jacket grabbed from Gabe’s closet because she was a little cold with her wet hair. Since Damon was nearly a foot taller than her, his shirt went down to about her mid-thigh and really, she didn’t need more than that.
As she was bouncing around the living room pulling on the glowing threads around her that showed the ward arrangement in a strange, abstract kind of way, she hummed along with the music she had playing. She heard the door open but didn’t need to turn to know it was Gabe and Damon, so she kept working with a smile, the shirt inching up a bit while she reached to pull on different strings.