#starlixir

War's horse Ruin, was no where to be seen in the camp, but that beast would always come when the horseman called.

"W-Wait, come again...?"

I swear I always try to be as nice as possibly can when I ask someone to trim their posts and usually try to only do so when it's getting really, really long or when the majority of their threads are extremely long. Most people are chill - the odd times I get people who are weirdly really defensive about it, including one person who said they liked to wait until they got to the 'good part' of a thread before they cut it - so you mean, I have to just keep scrolling through your gigantic block of a thread until you get to the 'good part'?? What?? Also, their whole demeanor the entire way through was just really childish. While it's true you have the right to post whatever you like on here, Tumblr is a shared website and people on your orbit on this website often have to scroll past what you post - it's not fun having to give the old mouse scrolling wheel a good work out every few minutes or resort to just post blocking everything from you just because I have to wait for you to get to the 'good part'. If you don't know how to cut your posts, there is a link in my rules and I am always more than happy to whip that out when people say they don't know how. Tumblr is a space for everyone and cutting your posts is a courtesy to your mutuals. Please don't be that person. Me asking you politely to cut your posts is not me attacking or criticizing you.

There's a pointed, heavy hesitation; skepticism knits 'cross his brow, swift and reluctant. " Sure? " Another breath of reticence. " —— about what? "

BECK. You flatter me way too much. Ilu and it's amazing to see you on the dash.

" I'm sorry, " the scarred man rasps, shoulders hunched and back crooked and chroma shimmering in his veins, " but I don't remember you. " —— because he's not sure if he should, or he did, or even if he does and simply does not recall. Now that he's out of the abyss, the holes in his memory are slowly recovering and healing, but it will be some time yet. " Who are you? "

"What would I be joining you in doing?" he asked, moving a little closer, cautiously. His voice was soft and his cadence slow, but intelligent, each word chosen carefully.