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((I start back work tomorrow so just a heads up my dear friends there probably won't be any replies forthcoming this week. Work really wipes me out mentally plus it's been a little rougher than usual in the brain pan lately. You can't pour from an empty jug, and mine is not only empty but has some cracks I need to take a bit to patch back up. As always I apologize for the slowness. I love you all and will get to replies <3))

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((HOURGH <3 I'm giving you all the kisses fren))

((A2 or B1 for Jonas please and thank you?)),

You get a Jonas cause I already did Rach in that one!

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I hate me

But you don't

I don't know why you don't

I'm really trying to

But it's so hard to do...

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Fox inhaled sharply as Butch barked out his words and then watched him as he abruptly turned on his heel. Well...that attempt at a cease fire had failed miserably hadn't it? His breath escaped him in a noisy burst and then his hands dropped to his side.

Without warning he bolted, running after Butch. He caught up to him but without breaking pace, he darted past the cowboy to the outside terrace door. His hand grasped the handle, his knuckles white and he turned himself towards Butch as he furiously approached, holding his hand up. His yellow eyes however remained fixed on the terrace floor.

"*I...don'...have those...answers, Butch...*" he said in a low voice. "*There's....they are...private mem'ries of Jonas's tha'...I don'...I cannot see. Cannot...access. Tha'...I do not...wish t'access b'cause...b'cause. I will not...I simply...will not. I DON'...know what hap'pen'd...*"

His mouth twisted a moment and then he pushed down on the latch, opening the terrace door and stepping back unsteadily to let Butch pass.

"*Wheth'r y'believe that...or not, tha's th'...truth,*" he added still not looking at the cowboy. "*So. Go 'head then. I'll be...leavin'...out righ' b'hind y'...*"

Fox certainly didn't appreciate that sudden attempt to smack the bottle out of his hand. While his reaction time was too slow to keep Butch's smack from actually glancing off the bottom of it, he did at least manage to jerk it back enough out of Butch's reach so it didn't go flying and shatter all over the floor and carpet. In that instant he also had a brief sudden and horribly tempting urge to retaliate by hitting Butch over the head with that bottle! He held the neck of the bottle in a white-knuckle grip, actually grabbing his own wrist as well as he forced that violent urge down, reminding himself silently that escalating the situation and giving into a moment's flash of bad temper like that cowboy would probably do wouldn't help matters. He HAD to stay calm and reasonable. Even with the cowboy's rantings and that irritating hum he gave off that felt like fingernails scratching down his spine.

However as the conversation progressed, Fox couldn't keep himself from continuing to feel absolutely vexed with Butch. The cowboy jumped from subject to subject in his loud complaints, flat out refused the apology and accused him of not being sorry at all, went back again to referring this mysterious incident he had no recollection of but that Butch seemed quite convinced he was the hero of, and then bounced over to the misfortune in the desert. His head felt muddled enough as it was and these quick bewildering shifts from one subject to another didn't help.

Fox huffed between his teeth and set the bottle of dragonblood wine down on the nearest table with a loud CLUNK, perhaps a touch harder than he intended. He grasped his hands tightly behind his back, so he wouldn't be tempted to grab the cowboy by the shirt and shake him until his brains rattled in that thick skull of his and snapped out:

" I...am...NOT playin' dumb! If-if y'd stop...bloody...bouncin' all over th' conversation for one...goddamn'd...second so that-that I c'n follow...what y'r sayin'...what th'...HELL situation d'y'keep...blatherin' about? WHAT...HAPPEN'D?! "

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Shame is one of the hardest things about ADHD for me. I'm back and the book is finished but instead of feeling proud, I feel ashamed for not having managed to stay active, manage my household better or even shower regularly.

I wasn't sure what comic "would be good to come back with", so I just wrote about what I'm actually dealing with right now.

I’m so happy to be back and hope someone still gets some value from my comics!

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Jonas was craning his neck over his shoulder and then under one arm in a vain attempt to see if he was making *any* progress at all.

" I think uhm...nrf...I think Don is a little better at tying knots than he lets on...but-but I'll figure it out, " he admitted to Willow before he went back to puzzling over his delimma and wondering if maybe there was something he just wasn't doing right or overlooking altogether. Ok if he tucked his thumb this way...or slid his wrist down a little further that way...or...?

Well goddammit...

At this point he was really only half-listening to Willow as she continued to talk, so intently was he focused on the knots. That mischievous smile on Willow's face probably should have raised some alarms for the hapless redhead but unfortunately he was far too preoccupied with his current situation. He vaguely caught her asking about demonstrating something and offered her a "Sure yeah sounds good!" In hindsight probably not something to just readily agree to, considering he had no idea exactly WHAT she was about to demonstrate.

That top most knot by his wrist, maybe if he kept picking at it with his thumb and forefinger? It didn't feel quite as tight...

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Sometimes it's good to take a break from work. In Willow's case, though, that apparently meant stepping away from the matrix to go bother random people in person.

Of course that meant stepping out into unforgivable weather. She had to forgo any of her identical coats for a sleeveless alternative that still somehow packed a small arsenal of throwing weapons and her blade of choice, while black opera gloves poorly concealed her mechanical arms.

In any case, a cybernetic ninja staring you down was hardly a reassuring sight. The fanged smirk on the cyborg was actually a friendly one. That was, in fact, her amused face.

It couldn't be otherwise. The trick had failed, but Jonas was a peculiar man and that was the best way to ensure she wouldn't go away so easily.

"We met a few months ago. You were quite inebriated at the time, however." No need to bring up the gruesome details. The other guy was too stuffy to bother. She pressed a hand to her chest. "You may call me Willow. Allow me to help you up."

Well, it wasn't as if she could be stopped. One hand reached down to lift the chair like nothing and set it upright again.

"I'm a fan of your work, or at least of your field of expertise. Which, I suppose, brings us to this time and place. Would you like to make another attempt?"

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A note about shipping with me

I probably already ship it

not that I deliberately start rp'ing with people for the purposes of shipping, but if there’s chemistry, if there’s interesting interaction, then yeah, I probably ship it

you don’t have to ship it too; it’s fun to torture the muse with unrequited feelings okay

I will never pressure you into a ship

if you feel like i’m pressuring you, let me know and i’ll do my best to rectify the behavior

if you want to ship a thing, pitch it to me. the answer is probably yes.

that said, don’t assume it without at least mentioning it to me ooc first.

ships are usually in their own seperate verses unless we’ve discussed something else.

if you ship with me I’ll ruin your life

xoxox i love you bbies

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((Today is a bleh day =_=))

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@icangiveyouanything @townofcadence ((me at ya'll right now!))

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revenge is actually kind of based, i mean it won't solve the problem that started all of this, but it will solve the problem of that bastard still being alive.

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I think the Vegas magician concept you have for Jonas is really neat, as well as whatever is going on with Mr Fox >:3c

How Do You Feel About My OCs Meme //Still Accepting!

((Thank you so much! Fun fact Jonas started life out as a thief in stories my friend and myself wrote kind of poking fun at D&D. When I started RPing him on tumblr, I wanted to try doing something a little different with him. I'd always been low key fascinated with stage magic so he became a struggling Vegas magician. He and Fox have really developed a lot over the years and I enjoy how Fox has come to be a fully realized OC in his own right rather than a vaguely malevolent pair of yellow eyes XD. Whatever is going on with Foxy boy hopefully I'll continue to be able to keep it interesting!))

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((AGAIN I love this so goddamn much OURGHHHH. I adore the shattered effect in the background, that grin on Fox's face and in the alt version the bloodied knife and that hint of Jonas's face in the reflection this is all just *CHEF'S KISS* thank you again. I so appreciate it and I'm trying very hard to get back into art brain because I wanna draw something back for you in gratitude <3))

Art Fight attack for @foxedthecards! This time we have a foxy stranger who's up to no good 🧐

Alternative version under the cut ⬇️

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Fox's gloved hand rested gently on Artair's hair and the gentlest sigh escaped him. He allowed his fingers to brush ever so softly through those sunset-hued tresses a moment, bringing them out a bit just to watch them cascade like a waterfall through his fingers.

Artair's words were full of such a remarkable kindness and understanding. They were words that also gave Fox such a peculiarly sad ache deep down somewhere in his soul. He felt he'd do Artair a great disservice if he doubted them but at the same time...how difficult it was to fully embrace the truth of them and how very difficult it was to be percieved so honestly like this! But Artair still didn't know the whole picture, did he? If he ever did, would all this kindness change, would it be gone and destroyed forever? Would it become cold and remote instead? Would Artair reject him entirely?

If there was trust of a sorts there and not just Fox reading too much into Artair's words...Fox still struggled inwardly with feeling like it was a trust someone like him didn't deserve. A trust he had not fully earned yet.

"*You're really far too kind, you know...*" he murmured. His hand moved down, first to cup Artair's face for a brief moment and then to give Artair's shoulder a little pat before he stepped away. He pulled over a nearby chair and turned it towards Artair, offering it to him with a flourish.

"*Here, my dear boy. Sit down if you will. I am at a disadvantage with height in this situation,*" he remarked and began patting himself down, inspecting his jacket pockets. "*I think I've a decent comb and hairpins on my person somewhere...*"

"*Oof. How you do continue to wound my wicked pride...*" Mr. Fox says in mock chagrin. His hand does pause once again at Artair's expression and reluctant agreement

"*Although...if the ropes were bound too tightly how could the hero cleverly slip free of the railroad track?*" he comments. "*A truly elegant and self-possessed villain ought to be a bit considerate of their intended victim's comfort in that respect. Otherwise they would just be rough-handed thugs and bullies.*"

He carefully tucks the strand of hair behind Artair's ear and lets his hands drop.

"*...Ah but how can you know you are truly seeing me?*" he asks. There's a brief flick of...something there. Something melancholy perhaps. But it's always so hard to tell with that careful poker expressions of Fox's, those carefully guarded emotions. "*Even in the In-Between you cannot say you have seen my face you know. Definitely not out here in the living world.*"

He gives Jonas's own red hair a casual little flip back as he says this last part.

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Fox certainly didn't appreciate that sudden attempt to smack the bottle out of his hand. While his reaction time was too slow to keep Butch's smack from actually glancing off the bottom of it, he did at least manage to jerk it back enough out of Butch's reach so it didn't go flying and shatter all over the floor and carpet. In that instant he also had a brief sudden and horribly tempting urge to retaliate by hitting Butch over the head with that bottle! He held the neck of the bottle in a white-knuckle grip, actually grabbing his own wrist as well as he forced that violent urge down, reminding himself silently that escalating the situation and giving into a moment's flash of bad temper like that cowboy would probably do wouldn't help matters. He HAD to stay calm and reasonable. Even with the cowboy's rantings and that irritating hum he gave off that felt like fingernails scratching down his spine.

However as the conversation progressed, Fox couldn't keep himself from continuing to feel absolutely vexed with Butch. The cowboy jumped from subject to subject in his loud complaints, flat out refused the apology and accused him of not being sorry at all, went back again to referring this mysterious incident he had no recollection of but that Butch seemed quite convinced he was the hero of, and then bounced over to the misfortune in the desert. His head felt muddled enough as it was and these quick bewildering shifts from one subject to another didn't help.

Fox huffed between his teeth and set the bottle of dragonblood wine down on the nearest table with a loud CLUNK, perhaps a touch harder than he intended. He grasped his hands tightly behind his back, so he wouldn't be tempted to grab the cowboy by the shirt and shake him until his brains rattled in that thick skull of his and snapped out:

" I...am...NOT playin' dumb! If-if y'd stop...bloody...bouncin' all over th' conversation for one...goddamn'd...second so that-that I c'n follow...what y'r sayin'...what th'...HELL situation d'y'keep...blatherin' about? WHAT...HAPPEN'D?! "

Fox stepped back as Butch got closer, pushing his hand away from his forehead. "*Stop...pokin' me!*" he snapped. "*See...THAT...tha' right there...that-that tendency t'jus' fly off th' handle an' do how y'please with those powers of...yours? How can I give...y'any sort o' satisfyin' answer when I have...t'be concern'd about y'losin' y'r temper an' impulsiv'ly settin' Jonas's hair on fire at any...moment? Or th' whole bloody...building for that matter? Ughhhh...*"

Still...Butch's words stung because as much as Fox hated to admit it, the cowboy was making a lot of valid points. Not only that but Fox also felt frustrated and muddled about the whole thing, two feelings he most assuredly did NOT like feeling. Trying to work his way through this tangled conversation was giving him a headache and he grimaced as he massaged his temple. No no-he was not going to let the cowboy get to him like this. He HAD to grasp control back of the situation even if it felt like it was slipping through his fingers like sand. Fox inhaled sharply through his nose and exhaled a long sigh.

"*An' haven't you...been listenin' to a...word I've said?*" he groused. "*Fine...we shall go through this...step b'step. First o' all...I don' KNOW why Miss Kairi's hum wasn't as...irritating as yours then. Or why yours is...like listening to...fork tines scratchin' across a dinner plate. I DO know hers has...changed in some way since an' because o' that I've had t'keep my distance. I don'...understand why it's different f'r different people. Some do not...even make any sort of hum at all. And I'm TRYIN' t'find a remedy t'stoppit or...control it. Or somethin'...As for how I b'haved towards y'..well fine then, FINE I acted decietfully and like an utter ass...towards you an' I apologize. Again and again. Alright? Now...secondly...secondly...*"

He paused, looking down at the second finger a moment in confusion as something occurred to him.

"*Wait...a moment,*" he muttered. "*Cool that hot...head of yours a moment. What are...y'talkin' about? What d'y'mean...lockin' lips? With...who?*"

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You ruined someone’s career because they were better at magic than you?

Jonas now regrettably sober and looking back at all the shit he's confessed to looks suitably shame-faced at the anon's accusation. " It was mean and petty I know but-but I didn't....ruin his whole career! Just one show," he protested. " And I-I decided I wasn't going to be like that anymore..."

But now he was kind of thinking and wondering about it. Sure he'd been jealous and he'd justified it then because the guy had been insufferable...but he hadn't ruined a man's whole career over that...had he?

" Look if...if I can remember who he was I'll find him and apologize to him, ok? " he mumbled. " And if he's...struggling then I'll...I'll do what I can to get him some connections. I'll make it up to him. "