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We waged a war with Hell, and look, we still survive But just because we live does not mean that we’re alive We’ve won the final round, but how to enjoy the win When we’ve been broken down and we’ll never know what could have been Heaven help us, where do we begin?
ONE FOOT IN FRONT OF THE OTHER
Okay guys, I’m back! Kind of. I’ve dropped down to one muse for the moment, hopefully I can keep up with just the one for a while. We’ll see. So ya’ll can find me over here from now on
PSA - INDEFINITE HIATUS
Well, it’s time to make this official, despite my complete lack of activity probably giving ya’ll some clue. I’ve managed to curb my impulse to make new muses because I just don’t have the time. Between work, family, and trying to get my novel somewhere past the “wow that’s a cool idea” stage, I just don’t have time for RP. And that sucks ‘cause I’ve had some good times here, and met some cool people. And I must apologise especially to some of the new people I started threads with back when I was in denial about not having time to be here, because along with not making new muses, I am also putting a hold on the ones I already have. I may come back in the future - in fact it’s likely because I love RP and I have terrible impulse control and a constant need to procrastinate. But for now - as I attempt to organise my time like a grown up - it’s good bye.
Some of you have my skype, and don’t be afraid to still shout head canons at me there. I will always be down for that. Also feel free to yell at me if you spot me lurking around here when I’m supposed to be writing.
Thanks guys for all the awesome threads. I’ve had a great time.
See you round, Jules
❝ YOU WERE BORN ON A FULL MOON. an equinox where magic was at a high, racing through your veins even with the first cry that broke out of barely formed lungs. two normal parents crying and happy because here you were. you’d made it and you were healthy. you were just another little girl in a world full of opportunities. no destiny, no calling yet, nothing but wide eyes and unharmed skin. an innocent child.
your sister comes a few years later and you pout because you didn’t want a sibling, you were perfectly happy being by yourself and the small being is messy and loud and takes all the attention. but it doesn’t take long to get to love her almost as much as you loved winding her up - willing to fight anyone else that dares so much as bring tears to her eyes. like it or not you’re a big sister and that’s a bond that can’t just go away.
then one night you’re taken from your bed. taken away from innocent dreams and any chance of a normal life or being your own person. locked in cell after cell until you break. your life is a sacrifice they’re willing (eager) to make. YOU WEREN’T BORN TO LIVE YOU WERE BORN TO DIE and your future is not your own. they take away your name, all concepts of good and bad, and twist it until you know nothing but what you’re meant to. your name is christy jenkins. your sister is billie jenkins. together you will be the ultimate power that will balance out where good powers have turned selfish. your name is christy jenkins and your life is no longer your own.
a year of dean winchester [12/366]
Coop Halliwell | Cupid | Charmed Indie RP
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I like how i’ve been sitting here for a week or so going ‘hmmm probably should step back from tumblr rp for a bit and get to work on my novel’ and yet spending my morning deciding whether or not I should make a melinda???
So, I reached a milestone of 200 last night which I know is so small, but it’s huge to me?? I revamped this blog at the beginning of last month & I cannot believe people even want to follow me. I decided to make a follow forever to celebrate. I might not have spoken to some of the users on this list, but following them has been and will continue to be an absolute pleasure! You’re all wonderful. I don’t even have the words to describe.
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BUFFYVERSE + Aesthetic / SHIPS + Aesthetic: Doyle/Cordelia (for carmillathevampireslayer)
COLE:
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❝ —— Phoebe? ❞
He’s shocked at first. Cole had known their paths would cross sooner or later. His return to this world was never going to go unnoticed and his own curiosity had brought him to California instead of settling elsewhere. However, he’s still not prepared for the rush of emotions that go through him when he does see her.
❝ Long time, no see. ❞
Phoebe pauses, frozen mid-step, almost afraid to turn towards the voice. That voice. She hasn’t heard that voice in what feels like a lifetime. Cautiously she turns, her breath catching in her throat when she sees him, flesh and blood, standing before her.
“Cole.”
His name is little more than a breath on her lips she stares at him in shock. He couldn’t be here. It was impossible. She had vanquished him. For good, she’d thought. Yet here he was, unchanged, as if none of it had ever happened. It’s a long time before she finally manages to stammer out, “H-how?”
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this is absolutely terrifying
what the actual fucking fuck I’m going to fucking stab someone
As far as I can tell, this is actually a thing that is happening, not just trolls. Some more info here. While it doesn’t appear that they are actually planning to hurt anyone, a bunch of misogynists who believe rape should be legal, getting together to drink, sounds like a recipe for disaster. Check the list above for locations to avoid this Saturday, and be careful out there ladies.
She is my baby sister and I let him destroy her.
PENELOPE:
Trying best to keep her distance from this woman. The one who had left her with now regret. Yet it seemed as if she did regret it. Yet it still did not hurt less. Penelope was not sure if she was able to forgive Phoebe, her mother. Not right now. It would take time, and to earn Penelope’s trust. Something that took a long while for someone new to enter her life. Penelope took another step back now as Phoebe stepped closer to her. Penelope though was not able to dodge the hug now given to her my her estranged mother.
“I’m sorry.”
Penelope said almost as if she was ready to accpet this. Now though she was pushing Phoebe away from her. Stepping back from her Penelope wiped her eyes of any tears that she might have now shed. She was angry, unable to just let Phoebe in.
“I don’t think I can do this.”
Too much too soon, Phoebe thought, letting go the moment she felt Penelope pushing back. She stepped backwards, attempting to give her daughter some space. Daughter. Obviously she’s used the word hundreds of times over the last twenty odd years, raising her other girls. But somehow it felt different using it to refer to Penelope. Though the girl was her daughter, Phoebe had missed so much of her life that the word felt like a lie.
“No, don’t go,” she said quickly, a pleading tone edging her voice. She instinctively reached out toward her again, but quickly pulled her hand back, understanding that a comforting touch was not what Penelope wanted or needed at the moment.
Phoebe glanced around them, pleased the cafe was not particularly busy, and drew a deep breath. “I - I know I don’t deserve it, I know you don’t owe me anything. But... well I owe you everything. You deserved better from me and I just want the chance to give it to you.” She searched Penelope’s eyes for any sign that she didn’t hate her. “Please. Stay.”
@ceasedtime
Patience dropped to the ground, narrowly missing an oncoming fireball. She scent of burning hair telling her she hadn’t missed it quite enough. A quick pat down to make sure her entire head didn’t go up in flames and she was back on her feet, rolling her eyes at her cousin.
“I find you’re likely to have more success if you throw the potion AT THE DEMON, rather than the wall to it’s left,” she snarked, smirk on her face. Despite the near miss, she was having a surprisingly good time. It had been too long since she and Chris had gone demon hunting together.
MATTIE:
“Oh God, you’re not gonna pull a Wyatt on me are you?” He asked with a roll of his eyes. Honestly their whole family was annoyingly over-protective, it actually wound up pissing him off most of the time. Not that he didn’t do the same exact thing to them, but that was different. He was the second-oldest, it was his job to look after them.
He cocked his head to the side, smirking. “Who says I didn’t? Well, partially anyway. The moron unfortunately lost a leg. And I’m sure you’re gonna love making stuff you don’t like go boom. Trust me, it’s addicting.”
Pulling out a piece of paper, the Darklighter chanted. “What’s mine is yours, what’s yours is mine, let our powers cross the line. I offer up this gift to share, switch the powers through the air.”
She stood next to her cousin, reading the spell along with him over his shoulder. Patience had to smile that he had the spell on him already. Of course he would have known she’d be interested in this little experiment. She watched the white lights that were their powers leave their respective bodies and switch over. If she were honest, she didn’t really feel all that different but that never meant a spell hadn’t worked.
Cautiously, she stepped away from Matthew, narrowing her eyes at a nearby lamp. With a glance down at her hand, she gave it a flick. Instead of the lamp exploding into a million pieces, the wall about a foot to its left splintered rather spectacularly. Okay, so her aim was off, but their powers had definitely been switched.
Her grin was wide as she turned back to her cousin, excitement clear on her face. “Alrighty then, let’s go teach this jerk a lesson about messing with Halliwells.”
MYSTERIOUS WITCH:
“Thank you”. Ingrid smiled as she politely accepted the other womans hand, Standing up slowly, Ingrid rubbed her backside. She really hadn’t meant to land in this strangers house – she had actually meant to end up in the crypt at the bottom of a warehouse where a particular artifact that she was after was located. At the other woman’s question, Ingrid cleared her throat.
“Well, it depends on where I am — because I really don’t think this is East End”. spoke softly as she looked around and shaking her head, “Yeah no this isn’t where I was meant to be”. she replied softly as she brushed the dirt of pants. “I had actually intended to be at a place called Presendiezze”. she replied lightly as she ran her fingers through her hair.
“I was after a particular artifact but I think my sister’s potion screwed up – But might I ask, where exactly am I?”.
“Yeah, definitely not East End,” Phoebe confirmed, watching the girl curiously. She knew all about back firing potions, though she’d never seen one for teleportation before. That sounded like something that could come in handy for the people in the family without the ability to orb.
“You’ve landed in San Francisco. More specifically, Halliwell manor. I’m Phoebe.” She smiled brightly at the other witch, hoping she wasn’t too upset about being so far away from home. Phoebe paused thoughtfully, something the other girl had said striking her as important, though she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.
LEDAN:
❝ —— And then bits of it HOVERED in mid-air.. ❞
[ He pointed out, his tone implying that he didn’t believe her story for a moment. Not wanting to leave the girl worrying that she’d exposed magic for long, he glanced around. Once he was sure they were the only people in view of the scene he flashed her a small smile before raising one of his hands slowly. As he did so, the pieces of fractured glass collided with each other until he lowered his hand again, gently dropping the reformed glass on the table. ]
❝ ..funny how these things just happen, huh? ❞
[ He chuckled, a reassuring smile on his face. He’d been there, accidentally throwing stuff across the room when he was upset as a child, it wasn’t easy. It’d been downright scary, worrying he’d expose himself somehow, even today that was just as much of a concern. ]
Yeah... bits of it HAD hovered in mid-air. Strange, given that that was not Tam’s power. She might have thought she and her twin had switched powers were it not for the fact that the bottle HAD exploded. Something to ask Kat about later she supposed.
It was with relief that she watched the man manipulate the shards of glass, her shoulders visibly sagging as she relaxed. Tamora offered him an appreciative smile, pleased she didn’t have to try and talk her way out of exposing magic. Lying was definitely not the witchlighter’s strong suit. The first thing she wanted to say was ‘please don’t tell my mom,’ but she managed to stop herself. Just because he was a witch didn’t mean he knew the Charmed Ones. At least not personally.
“Thanks,” she said instead, hopping down from her perch to move over to him, hand extended. “I’m Tam. I don’t usually meet a lot of witches outside of the family... or magic school. You new in town?”
