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21 days ago
Excessive drinking can also make ME excessively happy. So…I’m grooving
21 days ago
That was a lie, I just found vodka in the back of my freezer. I was sober for a total of 5 hours, new record, go me
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21 days ago
WELL I’m never drinking again
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1 mo ago
DAMN I love the rain
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I am consistently having a life crisis.

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Hey, love y’all, so sorry, had a few personal issues, won’t go deep into it, but it’s limited my responses to some areas of my creative life, I’m trying to get the ball rolling again and make a post that is actually good cause the last two drafts I’ve written up suck, so I’ll try to get something good out, hopefully by today, again I love y’all, love this, thank you
Next post will be up tomorrow morning or this evening!
@Azure Bubbles oh lol, my badddd crazy day, I’m a bit messy in the head rn, all nuts and bolts
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@Tally Dor okay cools deal! Dw I get it, busy days, crazy world haha
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Sir Elric




Elric sighs as he watches Blitz roll, rather unceremoniously, out of bed. He was truly…a peculiar sparrow.

Which meant he was ideal for this job. The mission.

“Blitz. There has been a severe complication in the depths of the Hollow. I believe you can help. I want to trust you.” He says, stepping closer, his almost fatherly gaze stern and pleading, “Can I trust you? That is rhetorical, do not answer.” He stands straight.

“Now come with me.”



Lady Ophelia




“Listen closely. You have been a trouble maker since you got here. You play pranks. You cause mess…but you have heart.” The lady’s voice began stern, as a strict overseer, and then the last sentence was anything but, her voice became soft and she looked over to the sparrow.

“Loke, this problem, I cannot discuss here. But I believe you care about this place. It is your home. And you may need to help save it.” She says softly as they enter the council, they others who have chosen their own operatives.




10:45𝓅𝓂






Each member stands in the room, the table moved to the side as Queen Celine stands in the center, the light of the small fireplace and firebugs keeping the night away.

“My subjects…my loyal children…I am sorry to keep you away from your rest, but as you may have each guessed by now, this is not a simple mattered gathering.” She begins, looking to each fairy, being sure to make eye contact with each one. Celine believed that eye contact was the most meaningful form. She wished to convey the importance of this night. She hoped she could.

“There has been a sickness spreading through the Hollow. You may have noticed, water getting lower, plants dying easier, the sun rarely shining…” she sighs, inhaling deeply before continuing, not catching Elric and Dandelions worried stares.

“It is a darkness. One the Hollow has never seen before,”




ℳ𝒶𝑔𝓃ℴ𝓁𝒾𝒶 ℳℴℴ𝓇ℯ


Had Magnolia done something she shouldn’t have? No, because Rainier was here too, walking with her. It really must be something serious. If she could help she didn’t know, but she would certainly try.

When she enters the hall, they are the first to be there, save the Queen, Lady Dandelion and a fairy she was not aquatinted with.
Although her eyes stay on the Queen. She is worried, and something is seriously wrong. She looked weak. Scared. It…made Maggie uneasy.

Soon others arrived and the door closed. A few fairies and a few Overseers. Along with Loke and Caelum. What was this?

Magnolias eyes stay on Caelum for longer than they should when he enters, but she tears her gaze away when the Queen begins to address them.

A darkness…? That could mean so many things…she knows darkness, but this seemed to be so much more. Deadly in a way that didn’t seem possible to stop.



𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐨


Orion didn’t like this. Not one bit. Why was the queen here? Why were there other fairies and council members? He pauses his confused and frustrated thoughts when he sees Rainier.
Now…what was he doing here? Orion grinned slightly, his stance relaxing a bit to seem more laid back. Was it pathetic? Maybe. Did he give a fuck?

No.

Now he was hardly paying attention to the Queen, but once he hear danger his eyes snap to her. “What kind of danger?” He interrupts as Lady Dandelion sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Hey, you want our help? We deserve to know.”
✧𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐞✧




Ana pauses her painting for a moment, feeling eyes on her figure. She looks up, her singing resorting to humming once more as she looks around before finding the gaze of one of the other deplorable folk she was working with.

Her eyes trail him for a moment before she nods a greeting, forcing her head back to the task at hand. It’s almost calming, painting, humming, although her mind drifts back to when she worked in the shop. She felt guilty, leaving someone who trusted her, who needed her help. Would Ana even have that place when she left this hellhole?

The young woman sighs, resting her head on the wall were paint was lacking, although some of it still got on the side of her hair. Then, she heard a crash. Ana gasps, her eyes wide as they snap to where the sound came from. Hail. Hail? What the fuck…

She drops her brush, looking up. That…was a lot of ice. Wait, wasn’t hail dangerous? The answer to her silent question was answered rather quickly, an icy ball hitting her shoulder.

“Fuck!” She shouts, along with now what she noticed as others yelling and shouting to, simply put, get the hell out of here.
Ana goes to run, but she has dodged bullets, she never dodged ice from the heavens that seemed like a cruel punishment for all the wrong she has done.

In an instant, when she was just near a place to hide, the brick like ice smashes into the side of her head, sending her thoughts to dreams as her body hits the pavement harshly
OKAY sorry I’ve been off, had some crazy writers block and got sick on top of that, I’m working on responses right now and with have the second large post up by tomorrow morning, love y’all!
ALRIGHT MY DEARS

I believe we are just needing Tally and then I can work on the next large group response
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