I know I don’t follow everyone I play with - mostly because the dash got insane with lots of reblogs and I couldn’t keep up with things. I WILL STILL PLAY. It notifies me if you’ve replied, and that’s actually easier to not miss something. So please, don’t let me not following back (especially if we’ve played before) stop you.
That said, my life is still in insane-land, so I’m still glacial. I’m really sorry about that. Things may pick up again once the kids are back in school. Hopefully. Stress lowers muse :(.
Hello my lovely followers and my amazing friends I've made while here.
This message has been a long time coming, and it breaks my heart, and I'll probably cry while I'm typing this, but I think this blog is going to go on an indefinite hiatus... an official one.
For ages I've tried to make this work, and I really wanted to, it was in my heart and all of you are always on my mind and in my thoughts but this is me finally admitting that I can't properly handle this and the responsibilities that go along with it.
I'm sorry.
You have all taught me so much and I love all of you guys, you're like my tumblr family, I've never made closer friends online than you guys. I'm so sorry you guys but unfortunately my life has reached a point where I'm fully able to admit that I don't have the time to adequately keep this blog active.
I'll miss you, all of you more than you'll ever know. This being said please talk to me! I'm still at my personal blog, www.lecterphiled.tumblr.com and I wanna hear from all of you please <3 message me and ask for my facebook I wanna talk to you, I wanna catch up, and I want to stay in contact because you were all a very important part of my life.
But most of all, I think I'll miss Bruce. (this next part might get a little personal and maybe triggery so I'm putting it under a cut and I'll have * * marking off the parts that might hurt)
some of you might think it's odd that I'm writing a good-bye letter to my muse and not my friends, but truth be told I have ways of contacting my friends in real life, but I fear that my good-bye to Bruce might be a little more final so I have to do it right.
Wow Bruce... I can't believe I'm writing this. Thank you for being there for me as a character and for embodying all that I felt and putting a face to it. While you're not the fictional character I'm actually the most similar to you're the one I relate to the most.
**You were there when I wanted to hurt myself. When I was numb and I couldn't see a way out. I couldn't even bring myself to harm myself which is a good thing in retrospect, but you gave me an outlet. I'm sorry that I hurt you like that but I think we both came out stronger in the end. When I was numb you were there. We went on adventures with Madcap, we built a relationship with Darcy and we built up your life and that has helped me realize mine.**
You were there when I had so much love to give but no one to give it to, and Darcy was there for you so I could pour out all of my feelings through you onto her. I'm so glad for the relationship that was there and I loved every moment of building it up. You were so brave, far braver than I could ever be. I don't know what'll happen to Darcy... I don't know what Dom will do, but I hope she reads this and Dom if you do I love you <3 Thanks for being a phenomenal Darcy to compliment Dr. Banner. He couldn't have asked for a better better half.
All of the magic!Anons, everyone who tried to hurt, you persevered. Bruce you learned to trust Phil, Clint, Darcy, James, Sam, Penny, Wade, and everyone who's names I've forgotten because it's just been too long. That's my fault and I'm sorry.
Wow Bruce. I'm going to miss you and maybe one day I'll be able to come back here and re live glory days but unfortunately I think that time may have passed. I love you so much, more than any other character. You've been the best muse and I thank you for all you've done.
A. Demon. Has. Possessed. Your. Daughter. And not a fun, happy, punch clock I-play-pranks-and-call-it-evil demon, a nasty, crazy, I-reveal-in-pain-and-blood type demon! James made a break for it and I'm hold up in my room with a water pistol of holy water. This sounds like a fucking joke, but man it's serious shit here.
Okay. Clint's the only one who's able to contact the Winchesters, but thankfully both he and I have been given the means of dealing with this. If you can get to my Study (my old bedroom) there's a loose floorboard under my bed. In there is a book. It will have information on how to make a Devil's trap and more Holy Water. I have a rosary a friend once gave me sitting in the box on top of the dresser, please don't paw through it elsewise. I will do what I can to wrap things up here and get home as soon as possible.
I'm sure I don't have to impress upon you how serious this is. Get her in a Devil's trap. Now.
