#sangviis

for every ‘@’ sent (anon or not) I WILL mention and post some positivity about a fellow tumblr user

@vainlydeath ❤

Fun fact, after I typed @ this was the first blog Tumblr suggested me. But that’s not why I picked Cass. I haven’t known her for that long, but even this short time has been enough to be able what a precious person she is. I just really enjoy talking to her and roleplaying with her and coming up with headcanons. She has been nothing but open, friendly, welcoming and nice to me. I love that no matter on what blog, but I can throw stuff at her and she will like it and go along with it and it’s just amazing. HOENESTLY! I am loving the fun I am having with her and I just want to keep her. Cass, I hoepe you know how much I appreciate everything you are doing for me and our talks and our ic interactions and just everything. Despite the fact that we haven’t known each other for long, I hope that I can keep you for years. ❤

@ofreverentia ❤

Petra next. I met her like… Last year? On my Izzy blog but we didn’t really talk that much. We actually started to talk lately? But I am enjoying it and it’s not like I don’t know that she is great. I can’t wait for her to get back from vacation and then I can plot lots and lots with her and yaaay. And not just because I like to replay with new people and muses from other fandoms, but also because I enjoy Petra’s writing. I am the creepy person who stalks people even when we are not roleplaying, so yeah… Petra, whenever you are reading this, know that you are great and I enjoy talking to you even if currently due to the time zones one of us just always falls asleep and I really hope that I get to know you better and promise, that this time, I won’t let our thread get lost in my drafts. Ooops, that was my mistake. >_> ❤

@dnteverdoubtme ❤

I can’t miss Andy on this meme. Although we didn’t really talk since I left my Izzy blog, that doesn’t mean I don’t keep my eyes on Andy (yeah, we established this already, I am a fucking creep stalking people). I just think Andy is an amazing person, actually I don’t just think it, I know it. Okay, I have to admit, she is kinda intimidating me, blogs I enjoy often do. I mean Min used to intimidate me a lot! And so did Richard - before I learned that he is just a huge dork. But yeah, I got the opportunity to talk to Andy and roleplay with her and I enjoyed it very much and I really hope I will get the chance to do that on this blog too. Andy, despite us not really talking, just know that I think you are fabulous and I really enjoy your writing and how much you love and care about Alec. Never stop being you (okay that sounded better in my head). ❤

@vcrlac ❤

excuse. no. you are. 

LEMME tell ya’ll something right now, so listen the fuck up. See this person? Incredibly human being. I N C R E D I B L E. And that has nothing to do with character or play at all. Just life. Thank you so so so much. Honestly. Thank you. You deserve all the love and only wonderful things and you’re so positive and upbeat and brave and inspiring af. I applaud you. I truly do. (and bear too because duh.)

She couldn’t believe she managed to make it back so soon without Raphael figuring out she was back in town. Long brown hair tucked back in a low ponytail, Margaret’s scarred blind eyes glanced around excitedly to spot Raphael’s glistening red soul with the hopes her little surprise would be something to put a smile on her vampire friend’s face. The Oracle had left for a trip out of the country for a few months and barely had time to speak with Raphael prior to her departure or even during her trip. The work she was doing and the other Oracles she was working with did not permit her a great deal of freedom...let alone the fact the other Oracles were disgusted at the idea she was friends with Raphael to begin with.

The young woman nodded in thanks to the guard that escorted her towards Raphael’s office as she quietly stepped through the door, smiling happily to see Raphael’s backside facing her, wondering how long it would take for him to register she was there.

“I only agreed to come along because I knew arguing wouldn’t get us anywhere,” he sighed. Why did he even come back to the hotel anyways? The musician knew it was bad news in the first place but he had nowhere else to go. He couldn’t just live on the street. Then again, if he didn’t come to New York at all, none of this would’ve happened.