#your concern

[byeol-ssi]

Hey! Uhh- I've seen you in Karma's blog a couple of times and Idk if you notice that i have been too!

Im wondering what happen to them? I tried to check on them again but I cant find them?? It says its deactivated 😭 Maybe because of Uni but im kinda worried

hi there! i'm so sorry for not replying to this sooner. karma is alright but they have deactivated their blog.

although i cannot reveal their reasons entirely, what happened serves as a gentle reminder to show your writers some love :( it might be tough to accept, but i imagine the choice was even harder for karma.

it's completely draining to run a blog when one is made to feel undervalued and unappreciated — and i'm extremely proud of them for holding on for so long and ultimately deciding to put themselves and their peace first. ♡

[shipinbottle]

"Charmed, I'm Sure..." - Pg. 19

“Charmed, I’m Sure…” – Pg. 19

Give Alan credit. He’s trying to go about things the right way. Shows he has SOME depth. ~Mace PATREON! (Link on the upper left)

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Your Concern (3:22 PM)

Glancing around the wooded area that was camp half blood the demigoddess crossed her arms petulantly. Didn't she get a choice in all of this?! No, of course not. Maris wanted to shout and scream, demand to go home to her adoptive parents and younger brother. He was only ten years old...god she hoped that Lyle would be okay. A few youths passed by casting her odd looks. Then again, she was a new face with odd eyes, loitering by the main entrance with a bitchy look on her face. What more could she expect? A young blonde girl tried to speak to her only to get sneered at. "Don't wanna be your friend," Was all she got out before she hauled her backpack over her shoulder, it was the only thing that she'd brought, she hadn't had much time. According to her father the rest would be sent in due time. Her dad was Hades...god of the dead. His eyes were just as black as her left eye was, that iris always catching attention. She was told as a child that it was just a birthmark...apparently not. Apparently she was the daughter to the god of the dead. God this sucked.

Skulking away from the front of the camp to the very edges of it, no clue where to go. Her jeans had been shredded within an inch of their life, but she'd bought them that way, riding the grunge train just a bit, not enough to ever dream of wearing it all of the time. Her bright white tank top with the lace lining the edges was enough to prove that. Maris wanted out...she didn't belong here, she belonged with her baby brother and with their mom...but she was dead now wasn't she...