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i’annise is officially removed from the blog.  you can find her at @forgedusk.  All threads with her will be transferred over there !!!

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i’m very sad to say that this multimuse blog is coming to an end.  its been a lot of hard work trying to get this up and running, and my hopes have been dashed more than once with the disrespect for blogs such as myself.

but wait, there’s more !!

my muses in this blog will be breaking up into their own separate blogs.  i will post when a muse has left this blog and resurfaced in another, and all threads will be transferred.  so hooray ! no more confusing memes or character mixups.

FINALLY, his grip loosens. I’annise is let fall  &  the gun is pulled away. He’s VOID of any sense of trust, however – so it remains unholstered, in anticipation of a counter attack.

                                              ❝ GOOD, I’m glad. ❞

Sarcasm; the basis of his humour. He’s attempting to crack some kind of low-tier joke to lighten the mood – the response will let him know whether or not he’s in danger, at least for the time being.

BREATH. the elegant element fills exhausted lungs.  knees refuse to buckle, black doc martens dug into the rotting concrete.  as the air floods in, the personality is returned ;; anger seeps into a straightening form.  PALE EYES dripping with venom, an expression NULL of any emotion  (( likewise, trust is absent )).  posture changes, tone changes ;; a gun stays.  PORCELAIN CRACKS ----- glass cools, then is rapidly HEATED. the brittle shell of her manner is S H A T T E R E D, anger is twisted into judgement.  bullets could easily be slowed, but she knew that red hood had other methods of assassination.  

❛ ...think you’re funny ? ❜

          ❝ Heeeeeeyyyy Lapis!! ❞  He returned the exclamation, picking up his pace as he approached his friend.  Lapis seemed to be real happy, with the wind in her hair & the ocean by her side, & there was nothing Steven loved more than seeing his friends content.  

         PLANTING himself down on the blanket, he placed the wooded instrument beside him before shooting the gem a wide smile.   ❝  Woah, cool hat!!  ❞

ALGORITHM BROKEN.  the rebellion in her was embraced, a home brought on by the brisk oncoming of the quartz.  waves that were once feared, brought to a calming crawl up the sand of the shore.  the female brought herself down onto the beach mat, resting hands on the woven picnic basket.  likewise, it truly made her happy when steven spent this time with her.

@robinsend

Black Star took the chance to delect on the delicious free samples.  Strawberries were one of her favorite fruits, tied with grapes.  After popping one of the tiny, purple spheres into her mouth, she felt a hand touch her shoulder.  Tilting her head back to see who it was, it was Lapis!

“I’m good with my samples, but thank you, Lapi!”  Her giggle chimed around the free sample stand.  “Did you get what you need?”

a curiosity ;; the cerulean female knelt && drifted intrigued eyes across the stockpiled stand.  a wallet shifts between indecisive fingers, pulling out a five ;; softly spoken, a shy woman builds up courage towards an unfamiliar human ----- such creatures could either be positive or protruding && pessimistic.  STEVEN was the master of teaching these lessons.

THERE is no threat here,  &  both of them know it. Hot titanium boots press into the soft South American training earth beneath him, leaving a large imprint sure to be disturbed in only a few moments. If he grabs Ronaldo for longer than ten seconds, the ‘ FIGHT ’ is over. EASY, if he gets close enough. His smirk is returned – though it can only be detected by a minor tilt of his head.

Then – in a split second, he LUNGES, speed  &  ferocity TERRIFYING in his execution. Freak him out. Make it look like you’re going in for the kill.

slight TERROR, ronaldo was spoiled fruit compared to a steel block.  HE KNEW. the hands on him would not falter, would not release ;; until he dropped the arsenal of rocks.  the smirk brings an expression of mock seriousness upon the boy’s face (( hides the dread, keep it behind HUMOR )) -----------------  rocks tear up from the ground, swirling around the terrekinetic in the same fashion as a gale.  a loaded gun, narrowed eyes.

“Good.”  Black Star nodded, taking a few steps closer to the water, then she sat  on the shoreline.  “Though.. is it weird I kinda wish I could do that to?  All I can do is fire a beam of energy from my hands.. and stick to stuff.”

              the blade lays on the ground. — abandoned. crack visible, gem dull. it                  was cold, sunlight barely reflecting off of it. — — — it was almost sad                  ( almost dead ). young soul trapped inside, alone ( so alone ) so cold.                  unknowing of the world outside, he’s unsure what to do. silence. silence                    is all he gets. — it’s almost like he was falling deeper into the quiet ( into                  the darkness ). 

                 and finally. his voice rings out. the cracks in the stone glow lightly ( a dull                  green ).

              ❛ h… hello ?? ❜

MEMORIES.  the chime of a broken bell, the shriek of surfacing recollections of S U F F E R I N G.  a thousand years of inescapable solitude, trapped in an object of rebellion.  empathy && desperation ;; questions ------ how long had they been in there?  who were they? an object of VIOLENCE, a defeated gem pressed into the form of a sword.  eyes latched upon it && melted into TEARS, she was not the only one who suffered this fate.  a kneeling form, a soft hand drawing across the cracks on the gem.  a cerulean female drips words of SORROW --- the grief brought towards a gem in her position.