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starbrosforever‌:

I know I said I’d try harder to be around, but I just can’t do it. I haven’t been able to write any replies at all. Writing replies and roleplaying has felt more like a job than a hobby for the past–I dunno–six months. But I’ve been trying to trudge along anyway because I have friends here and I KNOW I used to enjoy this. I don’t know why I don’t anymore, but my anxiety has gotten so bad and I’ve been daydreaming anywhere from hours to days every time I try to write. I’ve wanted to disappear rather than face the disappointment I feel within myself for not getting to replies fast enough.

I don’t know what caused these feelings and I’m not sure how to make them go away. I don’t want to do this because I love writing and I love the plots and threads I have going with my amazing partners. I want to keep doing this but, for my mental health and happiness, I don’t think I can. Not without a break, at least. So, all of that being said, I’ve decided to go on Indefinite Hiatus. I don’t think I’ll be gone long because I really did enjoy this before but I’m also not too sure of when I’ll be back. I’ve had so much fun doing this past year and I’m so grateful that I was able to meet so many talented, wonderful people. I’ll still be around over at my personal blog @jj3628 though! So, yeah, thank you all so much~ <3

I know I like just made this blog and I’m sorry for leaving it so quickly, but I’m sure I’ll be back soon to actually do things with Crimson!

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starbrosforever‌:

I know I said I’d try harder to be around, but I just can’t do it. I haven’t been able to write any replies at all. Writing replies and roleplaying has felt more like a job than a hobby for the past–I dunno–six months. But I’ve been trying to trudge along anyway because I have friends here and I KNOW I used to enjoy this. I don’t know why I don’t anymore, but my anxiety has gotten so bad and I’ve been daydreaming anywhere from hours to days every time I try to write. I’ve wanted to disappear rather than face the disappointment I feel within myself for not getting to replies fast enough.

I don’t know what caused these feelings and I’m not sure how to make them go away. I don’t want to do this because I love writing and I love the plots and threads I have going with my amazing partners. I want to keep doing this but, for my mental health and happiness, I don’t think I can. Not without a break, at least. So, all of that being said, I’ve decided to go on Indefinite Hiatus. I don’t think I’ll be gone long because I really did enjoy this before but I’m also not too sure of when I’ll be back. I’ve had so much fun doing this past year and I’m so grateful that I was able to meet so many talented, wonderful people. I’ll still be around over at my personal blog @jj3628 though! So, yeah, thank you all so much~ <3

I know I like just made this blog and I’m sorry for leaving it so quickly, but I’m sure I’ll be back soon to actually do things with Crimson!

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starbrosforever‌:

I know I said I’d try harder to be around, but I just can’t do it. I haven’t been able to write any replies at all. Writing replies and roleplaying has felt more like a job than a hobby for the past–I dunno–six months. But I’ve been trying to trudge along anyway because I have friends here and I KNOW I used to enjoy this. I don’t know why I don’t anymore, but my anxiety has gotten so bad and I’ve been daydreaming anywhere from hours to days every time I try to write. I’ve wanted to disappear rather than face the disappointment I feel within myself for not getting to replies fast enough.

I don’t know what caused these feelings and I’m not sure how to make them go away. I don’t want to do this because I love writing and I love the plots and threads I have going with my amazing partners. I want to keep doing this but, for my mental health and happiness, I don’t think I can. Not without a break, at least. So, all of that being said, I’ve decided to go on Indefinite Hiatus. I don’t think I’ll be gone long because I really did enjoy this before but I’m also not too sure of when I’ll be back. I’ve had so much fun doing this past year and I’m so grateful that I was able to meet so many talented, wonderful people. I’ll still be around over at my personal blog @jj3628 though! So, yeah, thank you all so much~ <3

I know I like just made this blog and I’m sorry for leaving it so quickly, but I’m sure I’ll be back soon to actually do things with Crimson!

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starbrosforever‌:

I know I said I’d try harder to be around, but I just can’t do it. I haven’t been able to write any replies at all. Writing replies and roleplaying has felt more like a job than a hobby for the past–I dunno–six months. But I’ve been trying to trudge along anyway because I have friends here and I KNOW I used to enjoy this. I don’t know why I don’t anymore, but my anxiety has gotten so bad and I’ve been daydreaming anywhere from hours to days every time I try to write. I’ve wanted to disappear rather than face the disappointment I feel within myself for not getting to replies fast enough.

I don’t know what caused these feelings and I’m not sure how to make them go away. I don’t want to do this because I love writing and I love the plots and threads I have going with my amazing partners. I want to keep doing this but, for my mental health and happiness, I don’t think I can. Not without a break, at least. So, all of that being said, I’ve decided to go on Indefinite Hiatus. I don’t think I’ll be gone long because I really did enjoy this before but I’m also not too sure of when I’ll be back. I’ve had so much fun doing this past year and I’m so grateful that I was able to meet so many talented, wonderful people. I’ll still be around over at my personal blog @jj3628 though! So, yeah, thank you all so much~ <3

I know I like just made this blog and I’m sorry for leaving it so quickly, but I’m sure I’ll be back soon to actually do things with Crimson!

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overthefantasy‌:

    Another unfamiliar place. Another foreign world, that was where the former prince found himself. Though chaos had been eradicated for the time being, he still found other worlds even only slightly connected to it, weaved into this web of realms known as the Inner World. For now, Makenshi preferred to avoid interfering with the lives of those here, staying far from them would be best as not to startle anyone.

    At least, that was his plan, but such things seem to turn away from that so easily.

    He hadn’t expected anything to fall through the mist-enveloped trees. Having thought it was a large branch, the former prince quickly moved back from where he had taken a step, only to spot that it was a person falling. Perhaps it was a thoughtless reaction, or maybe there was a split-second recollection of another time something like this occurred, but there was little point in dwelling on it; Makenshi used the magic he wielded to catch her in midair, floating over the ground below just barely.

    So much for being left unnoticed by those within this world.

    What would Crimson have done if she had gotten injured? The height of the tree paired with the speed of her drop would’ve certainly hurt. If she positioned herself wrong--perhaps in an attempt to lessen the blow from the fall--she might’ve even fractured something. Her bones and muscles had been broken and sprained more times than she could even begin to count, and at this point, the pain from an injury would’ve been more inconveniencing than unbearable. But what would she have done? She would’ve needed a place to rest, and if she was wounded then there was no way that she’d be able to find one. She would’ve been exposed and in the elements while she waited to heal. It would’ve been time-consuming, painful, and even a bit dangerous if she had gotten injured. That was why she should’ve thanked the person that saved her from that fate. But, instead, she found herself glaring daggers at him.

    Of course, it took her a few seconds to get to that point. A few seconds where the shock faded and allowed the realization that she wouldn’t hit the ground to relax her tense body. A few seconds to examine her surroundings, examine her savior and the method he used to catch her. Levitation. That was levitation, wasn’t it? Normal people, humans, they couldn’t do that. Most of them couldn’t, at least. She wanted to be curious, wanted to ask what he was exactly, but the understanding that he was using magic of some kind to catch her caused her lips to curl into a frown and her eyes to ooze all of the venom and ice in her body.

    “Put me down.”

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necromxncing‌:

Sylvia twirled her umbrella around as the rain pounded on top of the thin material.  She was lost in thought; going through the list of things she needed to do in her head.  She was out of newt’s tail and needed to pick up some of that, but her cabinets were also empty so she needed regular food as well; she wasn’t going to make the mistake of eating frog’s eyes for breakfast out of desperation again.

Another person pulled her out of her reverie; it took her several seconds to process the question.  “Oh!”  Her arm lurched to the left so that the other was under the umbrella.  She was only half under; the rain rolling off the umbrella plopped right onto her right shoulder, but she didn’t mind.  “Of course, it’s always a bit of a mishap when you leave your umbrella at home.”  Although now that she was giving the girl a closer look, she appeared to already be soaked to the bone.

“Altough,” she used her free hand to cover her mouth as she turned a small laugh into a cough, “I suppose you’ve been walking for a bit without an umbrella.  Did you not look at the morning weather?  I mean, I guess you can’t always trust it, but if it ever says 100% chance of rain I always try to bring an umbrella, or something…”

    Shelter. Finally, there was shelter from the rain. Even though the damage had already been done and it would be a struggle to find dry clothes later, she was still overwhelmed with relief and a bit of surprise. She had honestly expected her to decline, especially due to the brief pause that seemed to linger between Crimson’s question and the stranger’s response. That was more than enough time to conjure up some sort of excuse to keep the umbrella for herself. That was what Crimson would’ve done if their roles were switched.

    She was thankful for the protection, but she refused to voice her gratitude out loud. She tried her best to avoid eye contact, choosing to glance off to the side as she tried to push away the damp hair that was stuck to her skin. “I guess so, but I don’t have one, so I wouldn’t truly know.” Whether she was admitting to not having an umbrella or a home was anyone’s guess. It took the former goddess a second to notice the woman’s shoulder being drenched by the rain, as her mind was filled with multiple different things. However, once it finally caught her attention, her eyes widened. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but your shoulder is getting wet. Shouldn’t you cover yourself instead of me?”

     Crimson glared for a moment, despite the fact that she too would’ve chuckled if she saw a soul as unfortunate as herself. She released the tension building inside of her chest with a sigh. “No. I never look at the weather. Things usually things turn out alright when I guess what the forecast will be.” It was surprising, but she could only count a handful of times where she had been caught in a bad storm, and that was even with all of the years she had been alive.

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     When Crimson was a child, she still had all of her magic and was able to possess things for as long as she pleased. She enjoyed possessing small animals (cats, frogs, birds, etc.) the most. She liked feeling like she could go wherever and do whatever. She also liked when people didn’t know that it was her and gave her attention as an animal. Her favorite animals to possess were dogs because people would pet her and play with her. She never wanted to go back to being herself but keeping an animal as a puppet seemed cruel to her. 

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     Crimson loves food, especially food with either a sweet or sour taste. But because she has to make everything difficult, she’ll act like she’s picky when she’s given any. She might complain about the way something looks or smells, but if you threaten to take it away from her then it suddenly won’t be a problem to her anymore.

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    Crimson should’ve done something about the rain earlier. She knew that, and yet she still ripped herself to shreds internally for not finding shelter or snatching an umbrella from someplace earlier. Perhaps she didn’t act when she first felt a few light droplets hit her skin because she liked the rain. She did like the rain, make no mistake about that. A light drizzle was refreshing. It made the Earth smell new and primeval. She could sit and let the mist from it stick to her like a web before going on with her mindless travels, smelling like wet grass and leaves. She loved a nice, light rain. But what she was standing in was a downpour. The kind that filled her shoes with water, made her hair stick to her neck, beat down on her body until it began to hurt.

    She should’ve done something about the rain earlier. But that was in the past and nothing could be done to change it now. Now, she needed to find cover of any kind. Lucky for her, she spotted someone with an umbrella. Normally both her pride and her introverted nature would’ve stopped her from even thinking about asking to share an umbrella with another person, but the rain bothered her far more than those things. She could tolerate being uncomfortable, but she couldn’t tolerate another second of the weather. “Your umbrella. Is there any room under it?”

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    Crimson hated cities. There had always been something about them that made her skin crawl. It wasn’t just the people (though a feeling of loathing had indeed formed over the years), but it was the atmosphere. Each city she had ever found herself stuck in breathed like a living being. Everyone and everything inside of it all followed some sort of heartbeat hidden in the streets and buildings. Perhaps she only thought that way because she had seen the birth of technology and watched it become the backbone for once-rural towns. Regardless, she had decided to stay away from cities. Remote areas filled with dirt and trees were always more welcoming anyway. But even with that rule burned into her brain, she still always found herself stuck inside of one. They were all over the world and they all seemed to call to her like sirens.

     While she was in this city, she decided to give it her trust for once. She decided to give a vending machine what little money she had. Like always when she gave away something of hers, it was pointless. The vending machine swallowed the coins she fed it but it never dispensed her drink. That was just her kind of luck. She tried to shake the machine in hopes that it would suddenly realize its mistake, but it didn’t work. The shaking quickly turned to punching. And the punching quickly turned to kicking. And the kicking came with screaming which came with profanity that left her mouth in waterfalls. All of that catalyzed a familiar sensation that danced around the fingers on her left hand, met in her palm to form her handgun in a brief flash of red light. She aimed, nearly pulled the trigger before she felt eyes. Eyes on her.

    She turned towards whoever was staring at her. Gun still pointed, heart still pounding, finger still on the trigger. “What the hell are you looking at?”

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    Sleeping in a tree was a good idea in theory. Trees were tall, so no predators could climb up and attack her. If anything did try to get close to her with ill intent, she’d hear the branches move in her sleep. She wouldn’t have to worry about someone catching her where she wasn’t supposed to be or kicking her out, two things that happened often when her feet grew tired and she dropped in the first safe place she could find. In theory, sleeping in a tree was the best idea she had ever had.

    But in practice, it was terrible. Climbing up the tree had been a hassle that drove bark into her fingers, wrists, and ankles. When she finally found a good branch to sit on, she was freezing and uncomfortable. She tried to change positions, hoped it would help ease the pain in her spine caused by the grooves of the tree. But all it did was cause the branch to creak and groan in agony, warning her that it wouldn’t support her weight much longer. Crimson ignored its warning (when had she ever headed one?) and kept moving her legs, arms, head. She did it until the branch snapped in half and sent her plummeting towards the ground.

    If Crimson hadn’t been so focused on herself, she would’ve known that there was someone underneath the tree. And if he didn’t move quickly, she might just fall on him... 

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    Crimson was starving. When was the last time she had eaten anything? Days, weeks? She couldn’t even begin to try and think about it. Her head was pounding. She swore her skull would soon break open and cave into her mind. Her stomach howled like a dying animal despite her constant attempts to silence it. She thought she had mastered the art of finding parts of her body, mind, and heart that she found inconveniencing and shutting them off like a switch. But every time she clenched her stomach as it twisted in knots over something she didn’t have, she was forced to confront how wrong she was.

     She knew she’d have a bit more control over her hunger if an intoxicating smell wasn’t invading her nostrils. It was coming from a woman, one who clearly had food. For a brief second, Crimson wondered if she had any to spare. But the idea of asking for a handout was uncomfortable. Not daunting or even humiliating, just unpleasant. How would it look anyway? A stranger dressed in oversized clothing taken weeks ago from a laundromat looming over her until her request wore her down to sand and bone. But it was either starve until she got her hands on something else to eat or face the discomfort that came with asking for something that wasn’t hers. Her mouth salivated like a wild beast, her eyes devoured the woman’s food from a distance. She had no choice but to approach her.

    “Are you going to finish all of that?”

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Howdy everyone~! It’s Jay again with another indie fandomless oc! Meet Crimson, the bored immortal being that used to be a demigoddess! But after having the wings torn right off her back and nearly all of the magic stripped from her body, she’s become another lost star wandering the Earth, looking for someone to hold her goldfish-like attention span. If you’re interested, give this post a like/reblog and I’ll check your blog out!

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