--- [CA] is online ---

You hold a fascination for MILITARY HISTORY AND LEGENDARY CONQUERORS. You are fascinated by their stories, which are bristling with the GLORY OF VICTORY and the STING OF DEFEAT and POLITICAL MACHINATIONS and ROMANTIC INTRIGUE. You also like MAGIC, even though you know it to be FAKE. Like a made up friend, the way wizards are. Made up make believe FAKEY FAKEY FAKES. You've since turned your trust toward the WHITE SCIENCES, which are obviously superior and definitely real.

[wwhy-me]

look if youre lookin for me i havve a neww blog noww so i guess if you wwant to find me try doin it here instead a this old archivve thats just been sittin here collectin dust uh see you around maybe bye

[wwhy-me]

apparently i wwas still gettin followwers though so wwhat the hell

[wwhy-me]

almost evveryone i wwas followwin on here is gone only ones left that im seein for fuckin miles are dan an vvris an not evven MY vvris an she changed her fuckin url an evverythin wwhat the hell this is like revvisitin a wwasteland but i guess thats wwhat you get for bein gone for so long

[wwhy-me]

wwell noww i remember wwhy i didnt bother loggin back in

[wwhy-me]

Permanent Hiatus.

As you guys may have noticed, I haven't been all that active on this account for a good while now. There are many reasons for this, but the main one is because my muse had become stagnant. He was in a stable relationship in a stable home with nothing to create any sort of plot beyond the sort you get in fluff fics that go on for hundreds and hundreds of chapters of nothing but self indulgent smooching and crap like that.

I love my muse, but he's hardly in communication with anyone but his matesprit and that begets nothing but pointless fluff, it's hard to keep a muse for much of anything.

That's not to say he's gone for good, though. I think it's high time I kind of revamp him a little. Shoot him forward in time, give him a basis for a plot, a shiny new blog. This one isn't going anywhere; there's a very important archive of events for both Eri and myself here, and I don't think I'd be able to bring myself to say goodbye. However, this Eridan is most definitely gone, to be born anew on another blog.

All his memories are going to stay the same, though. You might just hear from him sometime soon.

Thank you all for the good times, it's been so amazing to RP with all of you. Stay safe, stay happy, and please continue to be the amazing roleplayers that all of you are.

-- Mun C

[zero2andone2]

> So are you. You smile softly against his lips, finally pulling back and resting your forehead against his.

"I love you."

> It comes out so quietly, it’s probably more of a lip-reading deal than anything.

[wwhy-me]

> It's barely a breath, almost inaudible over the sound of the ocean outside, but you hear it. You hear it, and you smile.

"I love you too."

[arachnidsbitch-blog]

It’s the 8est sh8de of 8lue there is!!!!!!!! You can’t do 8etter than cerulean. It’s like, the perfect mix 8etween Equius’s strength and Ter’s perfect everything else, you know? Or something. You remem8er Ter, right? She was the 8EST.  You didn’t seem to mind it too much last night :::;)

[wwhy-me]

gag its fuckin horrible an nothin you say is gonna EVVER convvince me that theres anythin to like about that fuckin miserable shade a blue an neither as i recall did you mind my so called nasty face or wwhatevver ludicrous claim you wwere throwwin around a feww minutes ago so

[zero2andone2]

"Shhhhhhh."

> Wrap your arms around him and savor the kiss, because this is so hella, you could wake up like this every night for the rest of your life and be happy.

> And you will.

[wwhy-me]

> You grin and compliantly fall silent, your hands sneaking up to his face, your thumbs rubbing contentedly at his cheekbones. The weight of the ring you never take off serves as a reminder that this? Is yours. Him. Waking up with him, the rest of your life with him. 

> You're... very, very happy tonight.

[zero2andone2]

hey 2o diid you, 2o.

> Toss your palmhusk aside and kiss him good evening full on the lips.

[wwhy-me]

"You started it, I was makin' a point."

> Snuggle right up to him and smooch him back. What a nice way to wake up.

[arachnidsbitch-blog]

[She thinks she does a good job of not looking too miffed that he’d ruined her punchline - she was going to say it was his ugly face, but in retrospect that really isn’t her greatest comeback.]

Good looks? Please! You’ve got the nastiest face I’ve ever seen. And for the record, my lipstick is 8eautiful and you love it. If anything, I’ve improved it!

[wwhy-me]

wwell then obvviously somebody needs to remedy the lack a mirrors in your hivve dont they ugh i fuckin hate it wwhat a nasty shade a blue theres no fuckin wway that deservves to be anywwhere near my person

[wwhy-me]

zero2andone2 replied to your post

kii22e2 your no2e.

i think theres somethin to be said about the fact that you typed that out first before actually doin it 

good mornin dwweeb kisses your cheeks

[arachnidsbitch-blog]

Holy shit, what is that on your face?

[wwhy-me]

its either my owwn good looks or your fuckin nasty lipstick dependin on wwhether that wwas a good holy shit or a bad one honestly vvris defacin a fuckin masterpiece like this howw can you livve wwith yourself

[wwhy-me]

ivve arrivved

[zero2andone2]

> The stifling warmth of the blankets is pleasantly muted by his cool body, and you snuggle up as close as you can, burying your nose against his hair and settling yourself in. You close your eyes.

"I love you too."

[wwhy-me]

> You snuggle backwards into him, sighing contently and settling in, letting your eyes fall closed.

"Sweet dreams. I'll see you in the mornin'."

[zero2andone2]

> That coaxes a smile out of you.

"Hell yeah you are." 

> Reach and wrap your arms around him, pulling him close against you. His bare skin is cool against your chest, and you revel in that feeling.

[wwhy-me]

> You grin back and turn over in his arms, letting him pull you close and draping your own arms over his. Fuck yes you're the little spoon, you missed being the little spoon. And he's so warm against you and around you; he literally creates this little pocket of warmth under the sheets and you love it like nothing else.

"I love you."

[zero2andone2]

> Look at your skilled matesprit go.

> Sighing, you strip and climb into bed, because fuck pajamas. Who needs them? Not lowbloods. You snuggle deep under the covers and bury your face in his pillow.

> Relax.

[wwhy-me]

> You peel yourself out of your clothes in favor of a pair of flannel pajama pants and crawl in next to him, the sheets cool against your skin until you tuck yourself against him and soak up his warmth.

"Hey, Sol."

> You nuzzle at him and kiss his cheek.

"I'm the little spoon again."

[zero2andone2]

> That actually sounds nice. And he isn’t repulsed by you, either, so it sounds doubly nice. You allow yourself to be tugged.

[wwhy-me]

> You tug him all the way to the stairs and then up, managing to do so both backwards and in heels without letting him go. You even sneak a few more smooches onto his face as you do.

> You tug him all the way to your block and nudge him toward the bed, kissing his lips briefly before disentangling yourself so you can change into pajamas.

"Go to sleep. Join you in a second."