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consequentiae is now finalitie

you can also find me @ the following blogs: gelotologie / hellnite​ there are others, but those are my most active at the moment.

rebooted.

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consequentiae is now eventualitie

you can also find me @ the following blogs: gelotologie / hellnite​ / mirificatiae there are others, but those are my most active at the moment.

rebooted.

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rebooted.

consequentiae is now eventualitie you can also find me @ the following blogs: gelotologie / mirificatiae there are others, but those are my most active at the moment.

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rebooted.

consequentiae is now eventualitie you can also find me @ the following blogs: gelotologie / mirificatiae there are others, but those are my most active at the moment.

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My placing Pride on a hiatus and closing Consequence stating I will not give explanations? Did not mean seek out my personal and my roleplay help blog to send anon messages inquiring about as much.  When I said I will not explain not only will I not explain? I do not have the right at this time, possibly ever, to explain.

On a similar note? Please do not message any of my roleplay partners about the situation either — it is not fair to them or myself given I do not want explain it and I imagine they don’t either.

by the way ;

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closed ;

Due to circumstances I cannot discuss, Consequence will be closed. I am not deleting, but I will no longer be writing this character. Unfollow if you would like. The likelihood the same will be done with Pride is indeed a possibility. Please do not inquire about this in my ask or on Skype -- I will not be revealing any details.

My apologies to my writing partners, but I just do not think I can continue with this muse.

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semi-hiatus ;

I will be putting both of my muses on a semi-hiatus, could be more depending on how things end up panning out for me right now. I will roleplay with a select few during this semi-hiatus, so it will not be complete inactivity. It's nothing I can speak of yet in terms of some personal issues right now, predominately with my living situation, so the future status of these blogs is in-decision upon sorting said issues out.

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I don’t know if men like us ever find peace, Mr. Bolan. In this world or the next. But I hope so. I really do.

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psa ;

Due to personal/offline things and events from earlier this year that have continued to essentially plague me even now via anon hate predominately — months after, though anon is currently off — on top of how I have felt about my writing for awhile? I will be making Pride and Consequence essentially private roleplay accounts. If you want to write with me feel free to poke me in my askbox or send me a fanmail, or if you have me on Skype we can toss ideas about and see what we come up with.

I will no longer be writing greets or open posts on either account until further notice. Feel free to unfollow if this is unappealing to you, I don’t blame you. On the other side of the coin, feel free to contact me about writing together and we can move from there.

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offthegrid;

I will be taking down the link to Connor's relationships page as there are some things I need to both add and remove, and I am uncertain where some relationships currently stand. Due to as much, I feel it is misleading and inappropriate to have her page both up and as it is at this time. I will be talking with some writers privately to sort certain aspects out before revamping it.

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     “-- uhm, not sure there's any way for this to not give you an ego boost, so... --"

     “I’m tipsy, not an idiot. You wanna run that by me one more time now — ?"

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     “-- an actual cough?" Except for the fact that it wasn't.

     “You tryin’ t’get my attention or is that an actual cough — ?"

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     The petite blonde folded one of her hands into her pocket as her mind set to work in thought; careful cogs churning out inquiry with possible solution internally. Her other hand was perched at her temple for a support.

                 “Ah, maybe I should've gone with something a little more exotic -- such as platinum or plutonium."

          “Indeed, madam!” Lestrade was too much a professional for his own good. Little man with a caged mind — it was only through sheer force of will that he moved up to ranks to Inspector.

                      “Gold is not something rare in the Inspector’s household."

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     “People get so caught up in what they supposedly      should be, they forget who they actually are,"      a soft huff of a breath, “It's often then that the world      bleeds red and begins to rust just that much more."

     What few who were acquainted with the Ideology on any personal or otherwise level actually knew was how she saw the world -- not in metaphor, but the literal glimpse through her eyes. Shadows dancing idly around the brunet as they clawed along the rug beneath them. A red glow from the blood she could near smell and taste settled thick around the windows with what light they exposed at this time of night. Through her eyes were oft nightmares, but now and again she was lucky to find something [ or someone ] to anchor her attentions, to will some of the shadows to hide away -- even for the breath of a moment.

                 “Sometimes the ether is easier," a pause,                  “-- but then sometimes we are lucky to meet a                  soul or two who make it easier for all the                  damage that exists under leather flesh."

     “There are many things they say about it, strong voices from educated men. Sayin’ that what we aught to be doin’ and what we are doin’ are different. Take every degree of our actions and place it ‘gainst a pegboard. Track it, monopolize it and make it into the man you aught to be… or the... sensible idea you aught to be."

     Allowing his head to sink, fold at the neck holding up an elegant skull for a few brief moments before a side-eyed glance finally hit Connor.

     “I appreciate the sentiment, that somethin' as plain as flesh and bone and metal and a tickin' brain could have as much of an effect as consequence, even in the interim… still… you hesitate on the intrusion, what makes one such as yourself lament so…"