#amber:start

I never got a warning, I even spoke to @ofsecondwinds about my reservations because I lost internet yesterday:

I was assured my muses were okay and I had time to post starters and such which I was in the midst of doing. My messages were deleted from the main discord which I thought was wrong since this time of night, it’s barely active...so to be told it was going to get lost and clog up the chat was absolutely rude...but I abided by what they asked me to do. I’ll keep this as a multi-muse until I figure out what next. I’m literally shaking with the anger and venomous disregard I was shown by Tyler, Mevee, and Peej. I’m almost positive it was done out of malicious intent seeing as I hadn’t done anything wrong but done what was asked which was have my activity up and send a message to the main about the post on my unfollow. I’m hoping  no one encounters the ugliness these 3 have shown and I hope they treat any new members (if they decide to join; which I advise against) with more respect and kindness. if you lasted this long, I thank you for reading my side since they clearly would never say a proper reason. 

 A lot of times the young wizard pondered why he was revived because he certainly did not deserve it.  Despite the reasoning, Jellal had made a promise to himself to nullify dark guilds in hopes to atone for everything he had done, but sometimes the idea of giving up was easier. The young wizard knew he would never be able to stare in the mirror and not have disdain when he sees his own reflection.

Jellal’s desk was filled with paperwork from his clients. As a social worker, it gave him slight relief trying to better the lives of others. His work sometimes made life a little easier to bear, but the loathing he held for himself didn’t go away nonetheless. When Jellal heard someone approach his desk, his glance shifted up with his disheveled hair hiding half of his eye.“Do you have  an appointment?”

Cherri knew how grocery stores worked. Felt like he could remember a time with grocery stores. It was somewhere in there, snugly hidden in the box of half-memories and tucked away on the shelf of melancholy. It was just a grocery store. It was easy. Simpler than even living in Battery City.

But that didn’t mean he understood it completely. The various brands, colorful labels-how nice to see something other than the flat white label of BLI- were just slightly confusing. Half of these foods he had never even heard of, most of which didn’t exist anymore in his time. Still, he picked up a can, mouthing the name on the label.

which means a late-night ( it’s only nine pm, but that’s so, so late for a man who works at seven am and has a three year old daughter ) run to the grocery store to pick up a few things.

cough syrup, peanut butter... damn, what else?

he’s so far into his own head that he doesn’t even notice that he’s walking into the section where the carts are kept... where there are currently no carts. in fact, the last one is walking away from him right now.

he curses, more mouthing it than anything else - little pitchers and all that - before turning on his heel and steeling himself for a shitty interaction.

                   ——her body ached, it felt like every single move                   she made resulted in some pop or crack of a bone.                   nothing would break...that would be giving her some                   sort of satisfaction; so in turn she just suffered. her                   teeth chattered some, even though it was a solid 85                   degrees outside. the withdrawals were starting. she                   needed something to make the hurt stop, needed                   something to dull her senses a bit. unfortunately for                   her, her dealer had a change of heart when it came                   to her...and cut her off. god knows she needed just                   a small dab on her fingertips, even if it was to rub                   against her gums. ❝ ...h...hey ! you think... ❞ she                   sucked in a deep breath, hands stuffed in a                   maroon hoodie that was a few sizes too big and                   clearly dirty. ❝ you think you can i don’t know...                   spot me 10 D O L L A R S ? ❞ she asked, an                   unintentional tear rolling down her cheek.                    ❝ please ? i...really need it. ❞

—— fingertips curled and danced some as wanda sat down by a nearby lake. there was a certain peace and stillness to it, being able to use her powers and just...focus. she remembered...everything, yet nothing at all. five years of her life went missing, she’d lost the love of her life...and it was still like an open wound. everytime she closed her eyes, she’d see vision’s face, she’d see natasha’s face...she’d see tony’s face. then there was peitro...he never had the chance to live and it enraged her. her chaos magic shot from her fingertips as she let out a cry of anger. streaks of red shot from everywhere around her, if you were far enough; it would look like a red light show. she looked around her the sparks of red still swirling around her. ❝ d...did i do that...? ❞ she asked all while wiping the tears from her cheeks.