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NOTICE ;; Semi-Hiatus

|| The muse for Cache has been super low lately - and while I’ll still be on, I’ll be more active over @blindfated and @resignedfaith until Cache decides to act up again. ||

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┆ stranger danger┆

It was quiet a busy night for the boy wonder and the rest of the titans. So busy that they had to be spread out across the city stopping crime. There were people being mugged, kidnapped and a few stores being being broken into here and there around city. This has been the most busy the titans have been since Slade attacked.

It was just past midnight and Robin was running along the rooftops, hoping to catch someone in the act. A few minutes go by and he just seen three people leave a store that they had just broken into. He throws a birdarang at one of the robbers, hitting him on the side of his head knocking him out. The two robbers that are left quickly run into the closest alley they find, hopefully ditching Robin. But that was a big mistake, they only had one way out and that where he decided to make his entrance.

Robin the jumped down from the top of the building, using his cape to slow down before hitting the ground, with a loud thud and the noise from his cape. Robin looked up at them with a glare and then slowly stood up as his cape flowed in the wind. “You two just made a big mistake,” He said before one the guys charged at him with a knife. He let out a little smile as stood there in his defensive position. The robber then tried to take out robin with a quick slice but he quickly dodged the blade, then Robin proceeded to disarm the robber and gave him an uppercut a left hook and threw him into the wall knocking him out.

Robin then looked at the other robber who was a little nervous to actually fight, so he just decided to charge at him. Robin dodged the guy’s punches left and right, he threw the guy over his shoulder and threw a few punches at him while he’s on the ground knocking him out as well. Grayson then heard someone behind him, thinking it was the other robber who he hit with the birdarang earlier.

Robin stood up and turned around to get a good luck at the person. But he stuck to the shadows so that only the white glow from his mask is visible. It took him a few seconds to realized that it was a citizen. “No, he isn’t dead just knocked out.” He said with a serious tone, “You shouldn’t be here, this place isn’t safe.” Robin noticed the person was reaching for something in there pocket. He wasn’t sure what it was but he didn’t want to take the risk. “Don’t even bother pulling out your weapon, if that’s what you plan on doing.” He said with a slight growl.

       ┈ ♦ They weren’t brave. That much was PAINFULLY obvious, the teen immediately moving their hands away from their pockets. Being threatened was more than terrifying, especially if that person was nothing but a figure with white-caked eyes. They felt as though they were nothing more than a stranger within the lion’s den - And god, they hated it. 

       ┈ ♦ They hated the feeling of absolute cowardice that gripped their very BEING. They were supposed to be braver than this, they were supposed to be HARDENED by the world around them. Instead, they were practically quaking in their shoes. They were a criminal, damn it - As much as one as the ROBBERS discarded on the alley floor. They had stolen and threatened, LIED and ABANDONED - and now they were on the receiving end, likely about to meet the same unfortunate fate as those before them.  They were on death’s doorstep - And death wore a white mask. 

       ┈ ♦ ❝ I - I was just going to call an AMBULANCE for them-- ❞ Or nine-one-one. Whichever was faster to call and easier to alert while running for their life, should the stranger have pursued them. If he did, if they ended up having to RUN - they could have at least found solace in rooftops, if the city was KIND enough to allow them a way up to the concrete safe-haven. Unless he could climb too - In which case, they were promptly SCREWED. With no regrets, maybe dying wouldn’t be too bad... Scratch that. From the hands of a near PSYCHOPATH, it would be worse than BAD. 

       ┈ ♦ ❝ I got the idea that it isn’t safe, kind of OBVIOUS. ❞ Of course they added sarcasm to their words.  It was a COPING mechanism to distract from the obvious terror shaking the teen’s body, to try and HIDE their own cracks in their voice.  ❝ I just - I got lost - I’ll - uh - I’ll go - ❞ If they stepped back, would they have been attacked? What was the guarantee that the STRANGER would have cared if they were unarmed - Would he care ?? How were they supposed to know that, had they retreated, they wouldn’t have been STABBED in the back ?? 

       ┈ ♦ The thoughts did nothing but clog their THROAT, keeping them from moving back or forward. They were a deer caught in headlights - And the stranger might as well have been a eighteen-wheeler. 

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       ┈ ♦ Once again, they were ALONE. It wasn’t as though they didn’t deserve it: Abandoning their family, running away from the market, and leaving their brother BEHIND was more than enough reason to be sentenced to a life of absolute solitude. They deserved it and much more, Cache neglecting to think of the opposing side of the internal argument. It wasn’t as though they had a CHOICE to leave or not - It was either their IDENTITY or their FAMILY... They had chosen the previous, abandoning the latter with little hesitation. 

       ┈ ♦ Perhaps they SHOULD have hesitated. 

       ┈ ♦  They could recall false MEMORIES of the city in its evening light. The buildings were as tall as they had been in photos, the people were as normal as anyone else, and they... weren’t. Normality was a concept they left in the dust with their FAMILY - it was overrated. 

       ┈ ♦ Their steps came to a shuddering halt, the sound of GROANS splitting the midnight air. It wasn’t smart to be out so late - But when had they ever been considered SMART of all things ?? The teen was quick to steal a glance down an alleyway, eyes locking on a would-be familiar figure who had seemingly finished up his work. 

      ┈ ♦ ❝ Holy shit--  ❞ They clamped their hand over their mouth, taking a hesitant step back. They didn’t have their pocket knife, nothing -- If the other decided to attack, they would be dead in a heartbeat.  ❝ Are - Are they dead ??  ❞ Their free hand was already drifting to their pocket to retrieve their burner phone, prepared to dial the emergency number to warn against a MASK WEARING psychopath beating up on people in alleyways. Maybe they were a hero - No, definitely not. 

       ┈ ♦ They would have recognized him if he was. 

@the-boy-wcnder​ ┆☁

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    —  ☁ STARTER CALL. Boop that heart for a starter !!

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       ♢ ♢  Hello !! Since these get around faster, could you please LIKE or REBLOG if you’d feel interested in writing // interacting with a kiddo named XAVIER who talks to Angels, fights Demons, wears his heart on his sleeve, and will fight someone for the chance to pet a kitten !! I’ll check out your blog and probably follow !!

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┇ curious hugger┇

There went Aidan, with open arms. “What’s wrong?”

     ┈ ♦ ❝ One: I think I’m getting SICK. Two: My parents somehow found out how to call me. Three: Refer back to ONE and TWO, my dude. In short ?? I’m DEAD. ❞

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( • ̀ω•́ )✧ Kenma

also…..i wanted to ask if anyone would be interested if i started selling art prints ? maybe?

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      ┈ ♦ ❝ Shit. ❞ 

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┇ sword girl┇ 

a glance down to her rapier   &   a shake of her head are all that follow .  ❛  no … i don’t . sorry . ❜  

       ┈ ♦ ❝ Nah, nah, no big deal, y’know ??  ❞ Their eyes trailed down to the blade, interest sparking.  ❝ Cool sword. ❞

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OOC. So, so, so, so, so sorry for the lack of activity !! Things escalated in my personal life, and I didn’t have much time to post a notice !! I am back, though !!

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       ┈ ♦  ❝ Hey - Nice FASHION SENSE. ❞ Maybe they should have been more enthusiastic, more excited about the compliment. Otherwise, they feared it might have sounded as though they were being sarcastic.  ❝ I mean - It’s nice, HONESTLY. I can’t really bring myself to wear stuff like that, ❞ Today, anyways.  ❝  But you look good !! That’s what I’m trying to say - I’m not good with WORDS today.  ❞

@bunnybxy​ ┆ ☁

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mun related

send me one ( or more ) of the following.

✮ ━ top three favorite muses that you’ve played

♫ ━ a small playlist for a muse of your choice

ღ ━ favorite canon ships for your muse(s). are there any you dislike?

✄ ━ do you have any artistic abilities? If so, what can you do?

☀ ━ how long have you been roleplaying? how did you get into it?

❤ ━ do you have any crackships for your muse?

♕ ━ which fictional characters are your favorites?

回 ━ what are your top four favorite shows?

◈  ━ share some headcanons that you have for a muse of your choosing

↓ ━ have you had any bad experiences with roleplaying?

☾ ━ how many pets do you own? if none, what kind of animals do you like?

♣ ━ share five random facts about yourself

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     —  ☁ OOC // STARTER CALL. I hope all of you are having a wonderful day !!  LIKE this if you’d want Cache to compliment your muse !!

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     —  ✉ INBOX CALL. Like this post for Cache to jump on into your inbox while the mun watches their show. 

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┆ cool guy ┆

“Gladly. I’m Alfred, nice to meet you.” He offered a handshake, subtly eyeing the young man in his company as if performing a rushed evaluation. It wasn’t everyday that he stuck around let alone engaged in prolonged conversation with his citizens, but he was feeling pretty good today and had decided to just roll with it. Soon after introducing himself, the pigeons they’d kept their eyes on took flight, fluttering away like a many-hued storm. “You often talk to strangers?” 

       ┈ ♦ ALFRED ?? They admittedly didn’t take him for someone with that name - He looked more like a GEORGE or THEODORE - Maybe even Alexander. They wouldn’t object to the calling card - As if they had any RIGHT to judge another’s name in their own situation.  ❝ Names CACHE, nice t’ meet ya, Alfy. ❞ An already formulated NICKNAME, although they’d make a note to change it later on if it didn’t FIT. Alfred was far too formal a name for a guy who seemed interested in pigeons and social stuff. They hesitantly shook his HAND, letting their own drop back to their pockets shortly after.  ❝ Depends on the STRANGER, really. ❞

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Me: Dont make icons you’re never going to use Also me: 

I mean,,, you tried to have self-control.