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THIS BLOG WILL ALSO BE DELETED
Date of Deletion: May 14, 2022
Thank you and I hope to see you over at my buttheads new home.
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New blog should almost be ready (if I continue working on it today and not abandon it oop)
Once I move drafts and some posts over, this blog will be deleted, since it’s not as packed as my other archive blogs were. 
Smooches and hugs
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I now have two (2) adapters for my laptop. I only have one port, however I can finally yeet all of my gifs/icons from my usb into a folder or dropbox and then use my mouse
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if I had a Kate Beckinsale fc to write with, you bet your ass my Van Helsing would mistake them for his beloved Anna Valerious, reincarnated or revived or whatever.
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Hello, I am home. Work was hell. I wish to perish.
I may just be a lazy piece of poop and rot my brain with youtube and nap.
Apologies, smooches and hugs, love you
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༻✦༺ @worldofsenelfy -boops and runs- ༻✦༺
It had been a while since the last time she’d seen Ilyas, and in all honesty Katrina felt wary as she walked down the street towards the alley he called ‘home’; she pretty much just disappeared one day, without a word or notice - she had a good reason, that being her sister had found out that she had practically been living on the streets since Salvatore Zarnecki kicked her out there. Zarnecki had been in control of her old apartment, meaning he could easily find her there if he wanted to change his mind about her (or toss her around for shits and giggles again). To say the least, Jade was furious, all but forcing Katrina to stay at her own house for the time being. The elder sister wanted it to be permanent, even making the offer, but Katrina couldn’t - she had already burdened her sister so much already. 
So instead, Jade helped her search for a new place to live, as well as a new job - of which the former of the two they found first. A two bedroom, single apartment; she didn’t really need a two bedroom but it had been part of her original request when she and Jade began looking. Two bedrooms can be useful, she simply stated. Jade didn’t question further - a good thing. It was nice and well kept place too, with surprisingly affordable rent and utilities (once she could start making her own money again - for the time being, Jade offered to pay, as well as give her younger sister some hours at the floral shop to start her off; as much as Katrina disliked the arrangement personally, she was nevertheless grateful to her sister). Pets were even allowed, which was nice as Katrina had been thinking about getting a dog or something for a while now. But the one thing she thought of the most during this time, the one thing she couldn’t get off her mind, was Ilyas.
She took a deep breath, the nervousness rising as she drew closer. Would he be happy to see her? Maybe angry? A part of her had a bit of an inkling that she had probably been one of the only people he spoken to on a ‘regular basis’, for the few times that she’s visited him. Maybe she was wrong about that, honestly she hoped she was. He may have been homeless, but he had to have had other friends right? He deserved them. 
He deserved a lot more, as well. Katrina was hoping she could help with that now.
“Ilyas? You around?”
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soooo
this is a thing that will be happening for reasons of which all consist of me just being trash
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No one’s telling me no and @qceensofkings​ is challenging me so...
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Me, scrolling through Instagram, a clip from Fleabag plays: Hot Priest (played by Andrew Scott): “I can’t have sex with you because I’ll fall in love with you. And if I fall in love with you, I won’t burst into flames, but....my life with be fucked.”
Kimberly, eating ice cream straight out of the container: Mood.
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adeadlysong​:
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“Hm, that looks mildly inconvenient. All the blood and such.” A light smile graced her face immediately after the frown, before she took out a handkerchief and offered it to her. “I’m Araceli. Nemesis. I hope you don’t consider me a meal of yours in the future.”
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“On the contrary, a splash of color can be a nice touch up.” Dark eyes narrowed, not particularly trusting of the the kindness. The woman wasn’t at all freaked out to see her covered in blood, standing over a freshly killed animal carcass? She also obviously hadn’t seen what Luna was like before this moment.  Cautiously, she takes the handkerchief, wiping her hands as best she could (but of course the stains wouldn’t come off that easily, yet it felt a bit rude to decline). “Nemesis? Interesting name. As for your concern, I don’t hunt people, so you’re fine.” As long as their paths didn’t cross on a full moon, that is...
“Luna Ramsey.” She introduced. “I hope this handkerchief didn’t mean something to you, cause blood’s not easy to wash out. Do you want it back?”
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but can I just say how much I absolutely love and adore the movie Van Helsing and Hugh Jackman’s Van Helsing and how I kinda wanna do the thing and write him
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adeadlysong​:
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“So—who do we have here, hm~?”
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“Answer depends on who’s asking.”
The bottom of her palm wipes away blood that was beginning to dry, the remnants of a meal she had been enjoying before being so rudely interrupted.
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Open Starters
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“I can do more than just grow flowers.”
There was a part of her that felt a bit insulted, but she was trying not to take it personally. Yet. 
“I mean, I have limits, sure, but to quote a classic movie line: With great power comes great responsibility.” 
What she wasn’t saying was how afraid she was of reaching those limits, even more so surpassing them. Despite all the years she’s practiced to hone her magic this far, she was - put simply - absolutely terrified of what she could do, and of course there was always something holding her back
A dark chuckle rumbled deep in the darkest corners of her mind.
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Hello, I love you, that is all
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I don’t know how to feel...
I got Power Word Killed in this impromptu one shot...
I died...
I fucking died. Edit: I was the cleric, too. 
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just having dinner, then i’ll be online to do things
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PSA
On my muse page, links to muse bios that are labeled "incomplete" are not linked yet. I am slowly working through rewriting/editing/expanding them. If interested, I can link you to the old pages (if I have written them as a couple are still being written oops) as mostly all info remains the same.
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