𝙿𝚄𝙿𝙿𝙴𝚃𝙴𝙴𝚁.

𝘈 𝘉𝘌𝘕𝘌𝘝𝘐𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘖 𝘼𝙇𝙊𝙉𝙀 𝘐𝘕 𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘚 𝘞𝘖𝘙𝘓𝘋 𝘐𝘚 𝘼 𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙍𝙄𝘽𝙇𝙀 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 . . . 

so i know that re8 is pretty much dead (lmao that dlc fucking sucked) and i disappeared without a trace over a year ago, but i dreamt about this blog and for anyone who is still here i guess i wanted to come back real quick to explain why i vanished. some people already know, but for those of you that don't, last summer my mom died abruptly from medical malpractice. it was an incredibly traumatic and upsetting event that literally changed my life. i hit some very low points in life and let's leave it at that. but i've bounced back slowly.

obviously, rp was the last thing on my mind. i've had a hard time with this blog especially because it was the last one i was on at the time of this traumatic event. i've had a difficult time trying to come back, and knowing that the dash is dead anyway means i think i can safely say i'm done with this blog. i won't delete it, i'm very proud of my writing here, and i may even change my mind someday but i am doubtful of that.

i've been back since on a multi, @lovesigned, and even then my activity is sporadic. it's also predominantly anime muses (ie naruto, jjba, etc) so i don't know if that's anyone's vibe. donna & angie can theoretically appear on this multi, since i do whatever the hell i want with it, but that depends if anyone of my moots from here show up on that dash.

1)  thanatos  -  soap & skin

glaucoma on our eye / plague to weather / until they run dry / ages of oblivion / curse of my oblivion 

2)  bernadette  -  iamx

you and me in a playhouse / living in a veil / we never need to go without / memories bring no joy or peace / we are alone and all we need ( bernadette, you are my liberty; i celebrate the day that you changed my history of life and death )

3) somewhere once upon winter  -  manto stamatopoulou

someone holds me in his arms / memories come to me from the past / a light, a melody / as if i have lived here

4) leave my body  -  florence + the machine

and i don’t care whether i live or die / and i’m losing blood / i’m gonna leave my bones / and i don’t want your heart / it leaves me cold / i don’t want your future / i don’t your past

5) i’ll keep coming  -  low roar

lost and never found / waiting for my words / seen but never heard / buried underground / but i’ll keep coming / wipe those tears off

TAGGED BY:  @patrigate  thank  you!! 

smart  until  infected  with  stupid 

you  think  you’re  safe,  don’t  you?  you  are  probably  the  responsible  one  in  the  group,  perhaps  even  the  mom friend.  you  are  relatively  smart  but  all  it t akes  is  one  little  thing  to  suck  all  your  braincells  out.  it  could  be  hanging  around  your  fellow  stupid  friends,  it  could  be  being  left  alone,  it  could  be  having  a  bit  too  much  fun.  the  stupid  lives  inside  you  and  it  just  takes  the  right  environment  for  it  to  show.

BONUS  ROUND:  ANGIE  EDITION

BASTARD stupid

swears  are  your  language  and  crime  is  your  profession.  you  reason  for  doing  just  about  anything  is  because  you  could,  no  matter  how  stupid  it  was.  why  did  you  set  that  fence  on  fire?  to  watch  it  burn.  why  did  you  put  that  bug  in  your  mouth?  to  see  what  it  tastes  like.  why  did  you  teach  that  kid  to  say  fuck?  it’s  funny.  keeping  you  around  is  like  housing  a  cartoon  villain  but  at  least  you  know  how  to  pick  locks  so  that’s  a  reason  to  let  you  stay.

  (  she  need  not  know,  that  supposed  grandmother  dearest  considers  her  an  abomination  and  of  no  kin.  that  she  is  but  a  fly  clinging  to  the  family  tree  by  its  sap.  )

  and  angie,  oh  angie,  bless  her  for  that  excitement  which  cannot  be  contained.  she  wiggles  in  her  lap  with  glee,  wanting  to  burst  free  and  run  amuck.  the  temputous  words  of  inflicting  such  violence  onto  an  unsuspecting  soul  drives  her.   

     ❝  FORGET  ABOUT  IT,  DRACULINA!   ❞  the  obnoxious  nickname  purposely  stapled  in  as  a  last  minute  addition;  angie  is  well  aware  of  her  creator’s  discontent  at  the  cruel  remark  from  earlier.  her  ferocious  loyalty  outweighs  that  of  her  want  to  join  in  these  little  games.  nonetheless,  her  delusionally  entitled  mind  hopes  to  have  the  best  of  both  outcomes.   ❝  donna  doesn’t  gotta  bat  her  eyelashes  ‘round  to  make  a  friend  come  play  with  us.  they  ALWAYS  come  along  willingly. . .  ❞

The village has very few things to do for children, which means that Fleur has spent much of the trip so far sulking, scrunched into a corner of her father’s caravan with her book on dinosaurs and a bottle of chocolate milk. It’s only been a little under a day and she’s decided that she hates it. The children at Luisa’s house were all already friends from school and they all stuck together, without any room in their group for outsiders. She had wanted to go to the castle but daddy forbade it, saying it was full of vampires who would want to eat her up if they saw her. She would’ve taken that over Luisa’s house. She didn’t like Romanian food and there was no television. 

Fleur clutches her bag close, cautious, eyes enormous. She’s stunned for a moment by Angie’s appearance. Her first thought is wondering why none of her dolls ever come to life. But she accepts it the way children accept everything, especially children whose fathers are giants who can do magic.

“My name’s Fleur.” She shuffles her velcro shoes and tightens her grip on daddy’s jacket sleeve. With the other hand she points at Angie. “How come you’re alive?”

OH  GOODIE  GOODIE,  SHE  TALKS!  /  what  a  relief.  one - sided  conversations  are  no  fun.  it’s  bad  enough  that  claudia’s  gone  all  shy  so  suddenly. . .  C’MON  KID!  don’cha  see  there’s  another  YOU  hanging  around?  that  never  happens!  and  it’ll  probably  never  happen  again  if  all  you’re  gonna  do  is  have  a  staring  contest!

  angie  huffs  quietly,  supposin’  that  shyness  just  runs  in  the  family.  oh  well,  nothin’  like  a  little  icebreaker.  fleur’s  asking  the  real  existential  questions here.

  ❝   WELL  Y’SEE. . . all  my  friends  here?  they’ve  got  strings  on  ‘em,  or  they  can’t  stand  up  on  their  own.  but  me?  i’m  built  different,  and  i’ve  got  the  parts  to  prove  it.  i’ve  got  a  brain!  wanna  see?  ❞  the  charismatic  doll  taps  her  wooden  forehead,  which  doesn’t  produce  a  hollow  sound  as  it  would  were  it  empty.  it’s  not  a  pretty  brain,  fair  warning.  but  when  is  one  ever?  if  the  kid  wants  to  know,  she’ll  know  what  she’s  asking  for,  right?

 except  claudia  steps  in,  takes  hold  of  her  free  hand  and  clutching  it.  she’s  grinning  in  that  nervous  kind  of  way  that  her  mama  does  when  she’s  spoken  out  at  the  meetings;  ❝  my  mama’s  powers  made  her  live.  there’s  nobody  else  like  her,  she’s  her  only  living  creation...  well,  besides  me! ❞

   then  the  kid  lets  go  of  her  hand  and  runs  right  up  to  the  other,  excited  but  fidgeting  her  hands  nervously. ❝  but  everybody’s  special,  and  really,  really  nice.  um,  i  could  show  you. . ❞  she  turns  around,  doe  shaped  eyes  searching  for  approval  which  she  receives  from  her  veiled  mother’s  nod.  then  she  swings  back,  more  confident.  ❝  yes!  i  could  show  you  them.  if--  if  you  want!  ❞