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reiincarnatex:
so I’m really not in the mood to do things on tumblr; however, I am in the mood to roleplay or even just plot so if you wanna do either of those things (or even just talk, too), feel free to hit me up on skype or kik
would you consider making the background of your theme a darker orange, or maybe white with black writing, or black with white writing, to make it easier to read? it is a lot of an eye strain on me, i am not sure about others.
is this even a problem anyone else has? Do other people think this?
I dunno; okay, like, I actually have been thinking about changing my theme anyway. I don’t know when because i haven’t found the right picture or anything. As for right now, unless other people agree, I might keep it the way it is because I’m a lazy person who’s trying to work on other things and I quite like my theme as it is now, until I can think of a new one
i just wanted to watch a stupid movie with my stupid parents before i had to go back to stupid minnesota but instead my mom had a breakdown and left the room because she got overwhelmed and my dad decided he needed to get water and now my sister’s talking at me, complaining about her dumb roommates and I just want to curl up in my room and cry but i can’t because my room is currently six hours away
sorry I’ve been a bit AWOL the last few days. I think I posted something about what might be happening, and it really did. I’m still in SD as I post this and things are still shit (they might always be but idk), and broody Chris has been easier to channel then happy fox baby (though I haven’t done much on Chris either); hoWEVER, I’ve got every intention of trying to do some things here when I get home, which’ll probably be around 7-8-ish tonight.
reiincarnatex:
okay, I don’t really publicly want to chat about what’s been happening because it’s super personal and also?? I’m still kind of half in denial mode even though I know it’s dumb. the basic facts are: things are shit. But anyway, if we can work it out, I’m gonna be going back to SD for a few days and honestly, even if I don’t go, I don’t know how much I’ll be around/how much use I’ll be. I’ll probably be really picky and flaky about what I decide to do for a lil while, too, whenever I am fully here. If you wanna chat, like?? ooc and stuff, I’ll be around skype (liesandalibies) and kik (raeraerandi). even if I’m not here, I’ll be there, unless I’m sleeping but yeah
If I stay ;; sentence starters
“Sometimes you make choices in life, and sometimes choices make you”
"People believe what they want to believe."
“I realize now that dying is easy. Living is hard.”
“If you stay, I'll do whatever you want. But if you need me to go away, I'll do that, too. "
“Love, it never dies. It never goes away, it never fades, so long as you hang on to it. Love can make you immortal”
“I'm not sure this is a world I belong in anymore."
“Please NAME. Don't make me write a song.”
"It's okay if you want to go. Everyone wants you to stay. I want you to stay more than I've ever wanted anything in my life.'
"It's okay if you want to stop fighting.'
“I'm not choosing, but I'm running out of fight.”
“Fake it 'till you make it.”
“It's quiet now. So quiet that can almost hear other people's dreams.”
“I have a feeling that once you live through something like this, you become a little bit invincible.”
“We are like Humpty Dumpty and all these king's horses and all these king's men cannot put us back together again”
“You can have your wishes, your plans, but at the end of the day, it's out of your control."
“But the you who you are tonight is the same you I was in love with yesterday, the same you I’ll be in love with tomorrow.”
“I can still see you little one.”
He stays ducked low, staring at the other warily.
The response was curt, unexpectedly so. Micah’s brow furrows. “Are you..? Are you afraid of me? Is that why you’re so nervous?”
He hadn’t meant to be curt, but he couldn’t exactly help it. In response to the questions, he’s just going to nod, ducking his head. Because yeah, he is afraid.
okay but how do you even get anything done with this update?
reiincarnatex:
I need to lay down, I’m starting to get hella sleepy; I’ll still be lurking around skype if you need me until I crash, but yeah~~
killxr-instinct:
“Yeah. I didn’t think… I mean, I didn’t know that others existed. Others of my persuasion or otherwise.” Realizing that he is still very much invading Ronnie’s personal space, Micah will distance himself once more and offer a sheepish smile. “I’ve never met another were before.”
“Well we do.” Not like he can really say much. He hasn’t met many, either, and his limited experience has been extremely negative, hence the apprehension upon meeting Micah. It’s left quite the mark on him.
killxr-instinct:
His expression instantly brightens. A werefox? Micah wasn’t even sure that other weres of his particular kind existed, let alone different species’ entirely. Absently, he leans closer and takes in a deep pull of Ronnie’s scent, committing it to memory for future reference. “Interesting…”
The other looks happy and it kind of, stupidly, makes him relax a little. That doesn’t mean he’s still not terrified and he doesn’t fidget when Micah leans in to smell him. “Interesting?”
killxr-instinct:
It’s a knee-jerk reaction to want to deny such a claim, however, he knows the other would pick up on the lie, considering he had ability to make the spot-on identification in the first place. Of course, he also knows that there is more to Ronnie than meets the eye, though it’s an unfamiliar scent; he can’t quite place it. “And what are you?”
“Fox.” He clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. “Werefox. Kinda like a wolf. Except, y’know... not.” He’s rambling, it tends to happen when he’s nervous sometimes. He shrugs.
killxr-instinct:
“Ronnie,” he repeats the name, testing the manner in which it leaves his mouth. “I’m Micah. Mind if I ask why it is that you’re so nervous?” The anxious energy is certainly doing a number on him.
“You’re a werewolf.” His voice shakes on the word and maybe he should be more careful with it, but he’s not really thinking about that right now. He’s kind of terrified and also kind of still thinking about touching the wolf’s hair.
killxr-instinct:
As much as he enjoys teasing the redhead, now that Micah’s stolen a look at him, he can’t seem to keep himself from staring either. “You got a name?”
“Ronnie.” He nods as he says it, clasping his hands in front of him nervously.
killxr-instinct:
“Don’t be. I didn’t say that I didn’t like it, just that it isn’t polite.”
“Okay.” Still, he keeps making a conscious effort to look at him a little less.
