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            “ I wonder if I could convince people to rebuild my shrine? “

{ Hey, everybody... Gonna try getting this blog going again, so like this for a short starter}

           “Hold on...                     Where’d everyone go? I thought this place would be                      packed at this hour.”

 Lately, I’ve just been feeling really awful. Anxiety and depression have both been kicking my ass and killing any inspiration to write.  I’m so sorry to everyone for this, but I’m going to be putting my three blogs here { @xvindictaex/ @nxminis / @prxsperitatis } on a short hiatus until I get this dealt with. If I owe you a starter/reply on any of those blogs, I am so so sorry. I’ll be back to do them as soon as I can, I promise. Stay safe while I’m gone, everybody. |~

        “Just what it that supposed to mean?”

~| ✿ |~   {She could hardly think... could hardly breathe.                     Trembling hands clutched at her chest,                         trying to fight through the suffocating pain                          and force in just one more gulp of air.                    How could she let this happen?                              How could she be so careless?                    She’d known the risks of the job, and yet Maemi                    still happily accepted it.                     Now, she could feel herself growing weaker.                     Exhaustion was overtaking every part of her                     body and, even through the fog of pain, Maemi                     knew what was happening...                              She was dying.}

4.  Maemi refuses to admit it to anyone, but she’s such a hopeless romantic. Bring her flowers, take her somewhere nice, do really cheesy stuff & she’s yours 5ever. Honestly, her weakness is nose/cheek kisses. One little peck and she’s a blushing giggling mess like what even.

        “Yeah, of course I’ll help you out.                  Just tell me what you need me to do!”