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HEY HI HELLO. It’s been a year but IT’S NOW OFFICIAL -- this fucknugget has decided to return to the grumpy arms of John fucking Mitchell because I can and because I’ve missed him and the world of indie roleplaying (did not think I’d ever say that wow). I’ll do the only sane thing and drop the paras I’ve had going on (except yours, Tiffany, you’re not gonna get rid of me and them that easily, suffer).

BUT since Tumblr has transformed into an even uglier and less functioning version of itself, and because this blog has been a mess since day one, I’ve decided to turn this into an archive and head to a new account. 

In another news my dash is dead because pretty much all the people I’ve followed have gone inactive those who haven’t can expect to see me quick follow you all smooches so I’ll prob dig around the tags for people to follow bUT ANYHOW. I’m back and I’m in the process of making the new account have even some sense in it (any is an improvement to this one, lbh). But if you’re interested in following or plotting or anything of the sort, please come and hit me up as I’d love to get some new plots going! You can find my inbox here.

Thank you, old account, you served me well. Ari out!

                          CLICK HERE FOR THE NEW ACCOUNT

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Bonus:

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Gabrielle feat. baby bump because oops

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Emily Schroeder in Lilac (@petiteberries)

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"You honestly look like you've seen a ghost."

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A blade too sharp - Gabrielle & Mitchell

She stared at the packed suitcase for a little while longer. She was nothing but conflicted, she couldn’t leave him, she loved him. Didn’t she? No matter how grumpy, angry or down right rude Mitchell could get or how angry, frustrated, and ill-patient she could be with him she never stopped loving him. But everyone has their breaking point, including herself and Mitchell. Which is why she was standing there in the dark, ready to leave.

Though the more she stood there, with nothing but her thoughts, she started to have a change of heart. Maybe she was out of ways to help him, fully out of ideas to try and make his life more manageable. To get him back to the brooding, adorable, gentleman she first met. Who had saved her all those nights a go. Maybe now he needed her more than ever, and she was thinking about turning her back on him. Leaving him to save himself. The longer she stared, the harder this decision was getting. Leaning forward Gabrielle ex-hailed with a large drop of her shoulders, her hands reaching round to tug on the zip. She was making the decision to let him decide. Not to hurt him, or punish him. She’d never want to hurt him or cause him any pain.  Before she had chance to re think her new decision she was making her way down the the stairs, looking for Mitchell. Gabrielle placed herself rather awkwardly in the middle of the doorway. She couldn’t see his face to see what mood he was in, but the tense muscles in his back told her everything she needed to know. “Mitchell. I need to talk to you.”

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Making things difficult - Mitchell & Gabrielle

"And counting." Gabrielle nods her head, trying not to ask herself ‘where did all the time go?’ She may constantly whine and pout about how long this pregnancy was taking, forever moaning about how she’d wish the baby would just come out already instead of constantly kicking her and draining her of all her energy. And now the due date was fast approaching the pair of them, she couldn’t stop focusing on the fact that soon, she would be mother. She couldn’t say she was scared, but she was certainly feeling nervous. How she prayed that was a normal thing to feel at this late stage.

"Are you excited? Only a month or less til it arrives."

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A “good” vampire is a lovely idea, but they are fighting what they are, their basic drive, on a daily basis. And sooner or later they always fall. Mitchell fell, and he took a lot of people down with him.

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outofmarigolds; hey buttfaces, guess who's here

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Making things difficult - Mitchell & Gabrielle

"I never said I was going to starve myself did I? I just, don’t see how I could starve by missing the odd breakfast or lunch given the size that I am now. But I’m not going to before you start yelling me again." 

Gabrielle continued to put the last of the washing back into the woven basket on the table, folding them neatly on top one one another. Eventually realising she left Mitchell’s fingerless gloves on her hands. Pulling them off she instantly missed the warmth around her hands, that was until Mitchell had pressed himself against her back to pepper her neck with kisses. 

"Yes well I mind Mitchell." She lets her head fall back a little, enjoying having close for once without something getting in the way. She couldn’t wait until she could sleep so close to him again. Or practically lying on top of him if you want to get technical. "And if I do get that big, your butt isn’t getting the bed all to yourself, your ass is going on the floor next to me."

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A lost, lost cause.