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[kusunogatari-a]

[ Key ] [ @ofascxnsionss / @scxrlctiisms ] [ Suigin Ryū, Kazanbai, Tokima Shieru, Takanashi Ryōta ] [ Death mention, blood mention ] [ Verse: A Light Amongst Shadows ]

One moment, Ryū looks over the body-strewn street of the village she was meant to aid, gaze wide with disbelief and breath caught in horror.

The next, she barely deflects kick to the temple, arm raised with a shield along her sleeve. The force still sends her flying, managing to maintain her footing as the shrouded figure follows up with a second attack.

And no matter her defensive training, she can't hold off someone of this level for long. An elbow to the base of her skull makes her vision flicker, body going slack as she crumples into the dust. The last she sees before darkness is a hooded figure knelt at her side, a grin wickedly curving their lips.

Then silence, and stillness.

Consciousness drifts to and fro as hours pass, never quite enough for her to surface completely. Humming voices and vague sensations are all she knows until, finally, she drags open her eyes to see only black.

...have I gone blind...?

“Welcome back to the land of the living.”

With a strike, a match lights to fuel a lantern, held by the same figure from before. His tone is masculine, hood still drawn as he holds the light to her face.

Squinting and shrinking, it's then the medic realizes that she's upright. Bonds capture her ankles, wrists, torso and throat against some solid surface to her rear. Taking a moment to think, she attempts to draw upon her chakra...but to no avail.

“No need for that. You will call upon your chakra only once I give you permission. Until then, we don't want you doing anything foolish.”

“...what do you want?”

“I find there's little need to explain. You are our means to an end. Nothing more, nothing less. Besides...it may yet become clear.”

Moving to her left, he sets the light upon a stone pedestal. Unable to turn her head, Ryū can see little from her peripheral view beyond its basic shape.

“Teikoku, gather.”

Silently, nine other figures appear along the rim of the lantern's light, all cloaked as well, though several abandon their hoods. Among them, a tall woman of rose hair, and a boy not even Ryū's age. He glances to her with eyes of hazel, brow slightly wilted before looking back to what must be his leader.

“I require constant patrols – five kilometer radius around the site. If you find or sense anyone within the perimeter, kill them. I will not risk being exposed before the time is right. Arrange shifts between yourselves – two or three to a group, and at least two groups at once. Supply runs will be made accordingly.”

“Kazanbai...do you require more eyes and ears here, as you work?”

“Those not on patrol will rest when necessary, or remain here should something go wrong. But I do not plan on any interruptions, Jinpū.”

A woman simply bows her head.

“Now, settle duties amongst yourselves, and leave the chamber. I will begin.”

The rest disappear in a flicker, and silence seems to echo.

“Now...” Approaching his prisoner, the man withdraws a blade. “A little something from you, my dear.” A flick opens the flesh of her palm, blood gathered into a vial before being taken back to the pedestal.

Ryū only grunts, unable to move chakra to heal the wound.

“...a small sample from the offered to begin.”

Straining to see, the medic can just make out the taken crimson as it pours into the center of the stone. A palm held over the pool, chakra sparks, and seems to initiate a chain reaction.

Glyphs carved into the rock glow white, the light spreading down the podium to the floor, where they continue to bloom until the entire chamber floor – a perfect circle – is alight with characters she cannot read.

Last, they crawl up the wall upon which she's chained, casting her in the same ghostly light. Seals upon the shackles glow, and the contact immediately burns. A screech involuntarily flees her lips, every muscle tensing as lightning seems to strike through her nerves.

As though in reply, the symbols glow brighter, and an orb of white begins to gather in the center of the chamber. Small, at first...yet it could just be seen to be growing.

Somewhere, through the pain, Ryū recognizes another feeling – chakra being withdrawn from her system. And yet, somehow, it's not just her own – she knows this sensation.

Nature chakra.

They're...gathering nature chakra...? She manages to shut her jaw, teeth gritting against the agony. But the rest of her body resists her control, too overwhelmed by the pain. But...h-how? I'm not...meditating...!

“I'm sure you have questions,” the man offers, and she suddenly remembers his presence. “Given that the process seems to be well on its way, I will entertain your curiosities.

“This chamber was constructed long ago, by a handful of the first shinobi bound to Ryūchidō. Here, they used their abilities to connect to the chakra of nature, and could store vast amounts of energy. But the war-torn clan – so easily brought to violence by their own inherent instability – hardly survived long enough to make use of it. Most fled and scattered. You know one as Jūgo – the companion of Uchiha Sasuke, and a distant cousin of your own line. He is among the last.

“And yours...yours has been trained and molded into something more...refined. Your abilities are harnessed, easier to handle. And so it is you, the last of your line, that will be used for our purposes.”

To what end? A weapon? Ryū's head bows, shaking as the energy continues to rip from her body. She is a living conduit between the mechanism, and the nature energy around them. I...can't let them...!

“Until we are able to better inspect the machine and its capabilities, a time frame is yet out of our reach. You may be here days, you may be here years, until we have the energy we need...” The grin returns. “...the energy to overtake that of the Kyūbi. To create a bijū even more powerful than the tailed beasts of the Ōtsutsuki. With such power at our disposal, there will be no resistance. Any goal...any prize we wish will be but a demand away.”

A hand reaches out, grasping her chin tightly and forcing her gaze to the shadows beneath his hood. “...and it's all thanks to you, little Suigin. You will be the key to creating the world's most powerful beast, at our command. A new world order – mankind brought to heel beneath a single banner. We have much to thank you for.”

The hold releases, and Ryū's neck slackens, body too weary to hold itself up.

“Not to worry – we do not forget our debts. We won't kill you, if it can be helped, once it's all over. After all...” Teeth flash. “We will need a jinchūriki to keep this beast on its leash. And who better than she who birthed it? Less chance for an...unstable reaction. But for now, you'd best get comfortable. We have a long ways to go.”

In the chamber's belly, the orb continues to grow, pulsating like a heartbeat. Lifting her head to gaze at it, Ryū can't help but see it as an egg...one she cannot allow to hatch into the monstrosity they yearn for.

...everyone...I'm...sorry...!

     HOLY SMOKES FINALLY. Alec, hun, I’m so sorry this took so long OTL I am horrible. I just...could NOT think of something to write, and then I decided to just...make a wee snippet of that plot I told you about a while back. A bit bare-bones, as I dunno if I’ll ever actually WRITE the whole thing, but...hopefully it’s offering enough =‘D      Ryū’s gone and gotten herself into a wee bit of trouble, caused by none other than Teikoku. Let’s see if we can get someone in there to save her =‘D      Anyway, I hope this is all right hun - lemme know if you need anything changed! <3

[quiet-kunoichi]

Mother's touch

Bent beneath the swaying limbs of a willow tree, Miyuki dirtied her hands in supple soil. Finishing up her newest project, the woman pressed tender palms to soft mounds of dirt, nimble fingers gently brushing under small sprouts. Upon hearing footsteps, she turned, straight coal hair sliding over her lower back. Hazelnut eyes creased in a benevolent smile, fingers curling in her lap. “Have you seen my daughter, anywhere? I told her to catch some butterflies but she must have wandered a bit farther. A child’s eyes are always keen for a new adventure, aren’t they?” Her voice is gentle and soothing, the gracious smile never straying from her lips.

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Please tear my heart out and rip it apart. Please make Ryouta & Ryuu suffer. (Sorry, not sorry)

[ Taken ][ @ofascxnsionss ][Suigin Ryū, Takanashi Ryōta, Senju Tsunade ][ Blood mention ][ Verse: ALight Amongst Shadows ]

She had thought they’d finally made it.Finally reached a point where – at last – there would be no moreworry. No more fear and looking over shoulders with glances ofparanoia.

But nothing is so easy.

Had the raid gone without a hitch, shewouldn’t have known until morning. But the sound of shattering glasshas her upright in bed, fleeing to the belly of the house in nothingbut a nightgown. There she finds ANBU, eyes peering at her frombehind their masks.

It brings a jolt of panic to her spine– those empty gazes that have always left her feeling disquieted.

But when her eyes fall to Ryōta, armstwisted up behind his back and blood trailing down one side of hisface…she loses all fear as it burns in the flames of her rage.

A war-like cry accompanies the chakrathat flares over her fists. There is no time for rational thought. Nomoment spared to ask why. All she knows is that the boy shehas promised safety and security is now pinned to the floor like arabid animal.

But it’s her who’s rabid now.

Barriers heeding her call, she attemptsto strike first, but falls back to her only skill of defending. Thebell-like peals of steel against her chakra walls echo through thehouse, blocking strikes from the officers that stand between her andher charge. Greys are wide and unhinged as she threatens to spill overfrom control to chaos, fury bleeding through as she attempts to clawher way forward.

But even when berserk, she is fallible.

Surrounded, all it takes is a jabbingblow to the base of her skull, and her body goes limp, crumpling tothe floor as darkness flickers over her vision. She can see him,dragged by the backside collar of his shirt, kicking and screaming.

Ryō…ta…

…when she wakes, the aching inher head remains. A tug of her arm to feel the pain reveals that herwrists are cuffed to her bed.

A hospital bed.

And beside it, the Hokageherself.

There’s a strange mix of angerand resignation in the elder woman’s eyes. “…you’re lucky you’rehere, and not in prison.”

“Where is he?”

Tsunade’s gaze narrows. “…wherehe belongs. I know you have a habit of picking up strays, Ryū…butthis time, you’ve gone to far. A nukenin is not a pet.”

“He is a person– one who -”

“We are not discussing this.You’re being put on a watch list, but you’re damn lucky you’re notbeing charged with assaulting an ANBU officer. I pulled far too manystrings to get you this far.” An icy pause. “…Takanashi Ryōtais being tried for his crimes. Whatever justice the people want forhim, he’ll get.”

“He doesn’t need a prison– he needs rehabilitation! What chance does a child birthed tonukenin have?! He’s been condemned from the day he was born! Give hima chance, and I knowhe’ll -”

“I said we are notdiscussing this.” TheGodaime’s tone is biting. “…I’ve already told you, you’re here by mygood graces, and your upstanding behavior up until this point. Carryon any further…and I can’t protect you.”

Eyes of grey harden to steel, andshe pulls at her restraints until they begin to cut into her skin.Her arms shake as blood drips from the cuffs to the blanket atop her bed.“…I’m not the one who needs your protection.”

Tsunade’s jaw clenches, but shemanages to swallow her retort. Instead, she simply rises from herchair and takes her leave without another word.

Teeth bared in a snarl, Ryūgives the cuffs several more yanks, unfazed by the screaming of hernerves. But the seals along the steel disallow expulsion of herchakra – there’s no getting out without the energy’s help.

Frustration builds in her gut andexplodes out her throat as a beast-like cry. To her honest surprise,no one arrives to sedate her.

Instead, she’s simply left to herdevices.

…I will…get himout.

…this is all my fault…

     =‘D HOPE THIS IS ENOUGH FOR YOU. I AM DIZZY BUT I WANTED TO TRY IT.     HELLO PRISON. MEET RYŌTA. RYŌTA, MEET PRISON.

[kusunokihime-a]

roast my url

[ SEND A URL AND I WILL ANSWER THE FOLLOWING ][ @ofascxnsionss ][ Accepting ]

Do I Follow Them?: Of course I follow my son

Why Did I Follow Them?: Because my son makes amazing muses and I adore them

Do We Role Play?: Every chance I get

Do I Want To Role Play With Them: Yeees!

An AU Idea For Our Muses: …it seems like all we do is make AUs on AUs xD

A Song For Our Muses: Heathens - Twenty One Pilots

Do I Ship Our Muses?: Some of them yesss

What I Think About The Mun: My precious son. My lil bean. I adore. Always.

Overall Opinion: Amazing blog. And not just because I’m biased. Seriously, Alec writes so well and his muses rock.

Blog Rate: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

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OKAY. I think I’m done blog tinkering, lol xD Got a new theme, spiffed up a few pages...not bad! That includes the Bonds page! So far I have:

@younguchihasuvivor‘s Sasuke

@hirasenshi‘s Rin

@scxrlctiisms‘ Rei, Nagisa, Aki, and Hotaka

@ofascxnsionss‘ Kazanbai, Shieru, and Ryōta

@sarcinatus‘ Sasuke

@himahimesun‘s Himawari

@messedupmuses‘ Sasuke

@magneticsensor‘s Chiyoko

@quiet-kunoichi‘s Kimiko

@duckbuttavenger‘s Sasuke

@despairinghxpe‘s Itachi

@masterofwar‘s Madara

@rxvensden‘s Sebastian

@abyssaldespair‘s Obito

@littlelilypetal‘s Haruhi

@kuramabjiuuofninetails‘ Kurama

and @master-and-student‘s Sasuke and Boruto

If anyone else wants on, just shoot me a message! And if you want off, I guess do the same? x’’D

Sooo yeah...I think I’m done for the day. My head’s starting to hurt again, So I’ma take it easy. Got drafts to do though!

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Ryū is always getting Shieru little feminine gifts. Jewelry, flowers, even clothes sometimes. Just to help reinforce how much her identity means to her.

She sings Ryōta a lot of lullabies. She knows he’s a bit old for that sort of thing, but she also knows his childhood wasn’t exactly…typical. There’s a bit of babying on her part to try and make up for lost time.

He’s also one of the few people she trusts to watch over the twins when she needs to be away.

All of the domestic lessons. Teaching him how to cook, and just…little normal things he missed out on.

Lots of vacations back to Kusunokizan. Tbh they probably end up just…living there full time eventually.

A version of this verse exists where she and Shieru just pretty much adopt Ryōta and they’re a happy little family.

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『 ♟ ~ Criminals who have yet to make their intentions clear are a threat to everyone. There is no reason whatsoever in leaving anyone and everyone in the hands of chance herself. So nations that, under typical circumstances, wouldn’t dare to call themselves allies, assemble a joint team to eradicate that threat; to themselves take control of the game. And it only takes one meticulously planned maneuver to reduce Teikoku to ashes.

That is, in fact, the weakness of gathering the entire organization in one place. Although they are united, it only takes one move at the right moment to catch them with their guard lowered.

All left are two executives, two subordinates, and someone who looks far too young to be involved with criminals of this magnitude. The ex-Kiri arsonist and ex-Kusa nin are left to Kaminari no Kuni, while Hi no Kuni claims the ex-Shimo executive and ex-Iwa swordsman.

Long debate leaves the youngest in Hi no Kuni’s possession as well. Mainly, because it’s unknown what kind of information, if any at all, he could possibly bring to the table.

Ryōta awakens to find himself bound to a hospital bed, and his first instinct is to struggle. It’s obvious he’s a prisoner of some kind, and that’s not even considering the ANBU at the door. The uniform tells him the guard placed to watch him is from Konoha, and it’s rather obvious he won’t escape if this ANBU has any sense. But the restraints - they’re so TIGHT!

He has many questions, but the most pressing one… did someone else from Teikoku survive? He doesn’t recall anything from right before he lost consciousness other than his own pain; the blood seeping out of the wounds to his torso, shoulders, and thighs, most of which caused by contact with debris rather the strike itself. It was so sudden that it knocked all memory of the events before out of him. 』

     Ryū can’t quite place how she feels.

     In the end, she knows Teikoku was a threat. She herself was a cog in the machine of the intentions, goals still unclear even as they’d used and abused her abilities.

     ...and yet, she knows that not all were without heart. And even those she doubts, she knows were still human. 

     So the news of the group’s decimation - half of them dead, half of them captured - brings a strange mix of relief...and despair. Both Reishun and Shieru are somewhere within Konoha, beyond her reach. But Ryōta ends up in her care.

     Moving past the ANBU with hardy a glance, she pauses at the sight of him bound to his bed. Glancing to the officers, she sees their gazes fixated on the door. She knows such an action would be considered treasonous, but with their attention elsewhere, she gives Ryōta a silent look before loosening his ties ever so slightly.

     Something tells her he’ll be angry. Furious, and rightfully so. Perhaps even with her, as a Konoha citizen. But she hopes the gesture proves that she still cares for him. It’s not much...but for the moment, it’s all she can do under the duality of her circumstances.

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     Eager arms find hold around Shieru’s neck, giving her a gentle smile. “What are numbers in the face of your beauty?” Ryū teases, head tilting. “What can numbers say of the rosy blush of your locks? The marble of your skin? The oceans of your eyes? Even words fail your image - what can cold, hard numbers convey of the elegance of your form…? Nothing, my love. I will not bind you by them.”

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My Opinion on;

Character in general: BOI LEMME TELL YOU ABOUT THIS MUSE (or muses if you count all the rest you throw at me lol). Rei is AWESOME SAUCE. She’s got such a diverse set of traits, good AND bad. And don’t even get me started on the boys, or Aki. Just…GIVE THEM ALL TO ME *grabby hands*How they play them: PERFECTLY because they’re your babbs. But also you just write real bombin’ anyway sooo y’knowThe Mun: My actual son. Alec is my darling baby boy and I love him lots. Smooches.

Do I:

RP with them: YESWant to RP with them: YESSS until the end of time

What is my;

Overall Opinion: Pretty sure you’re my oldest follower by now? The ACTUAL OG marshmallow stalker. I love your characters. I love your writing. I LOVE YOU so yes all the love for like my favie blog

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『 ♞ ~ An empty bottle is drunkenly tossed towards the intruder, but misses by several feet as a result of Reishun’s poor aim, courtesy of his inebriated state. He whines before breaking it to the woman. “If ‘s him again, leave me the fuck alone. ‘M fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiineeee.”

When she doesn’t leave, the man continues.“’S he actin’ like he gives a shit ‘bout me? ‘Cause he’s lying. All he gives a shit about? His perfect little family. All he wants ‘s a perfect little family, with three perfect fuckin’ children who end up perfect. Perfect little children who can’t be examples that gays can’t parent without fuckin’ up their kids. He doesn’t care ‘bout me, Ryū. He don’t care if I’m doing fine. ‘Cause he only cares that I’m ruinin’ his perfect fuckin’ family ‘nvironment.

“Apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, Ryū. My parents were fuckin’ drunks. ‘N I’m a wreck, Ryū. I’m tryin’ to help you, my ass. ‘S what my parents said. ‘S what his father told him. ‘N now ’s sayin’ the same shit. ’S here fuckin’ acting like, just ‘cause he saw his sisters beat senseless, he knows how to deal with my fuckin’ problems. But he doesn’t know, okay? And he doesn’t really give a fuck ‘bout them anyway.

“Some fuckin’ husband.” 』

     Eyes following the projectile, Ryū doesn’t even flinch as it shatters against the floor to her right. Reishun’s drinking fits are nothing new, but it’s been a while since she’s witnessed one. “...him. And the others. You’re making quite a racket in here,” she replies dryly. “...last time I checked, being drunk off your ass and raving to yourself isn’t a shining example of fine.”

     Leaning against the door frame, she simply sits and listens to his rambling, expression slightly softened with concern. She can always detox him, if he’ll hold still long enough to let her draw the spirits from his veins. But for the moment, it’s clear he’s got matters to address.

     “...I think he’s well-aware that nothing in this world is perfect,” is her eventual offering. “No family is. He’ll save himself a lot of heartbreak if he accepts that truth now rather than later. In the end, all a parent can do is try their best.”

     Her brow furrows. “...and the fact that you’re both men will have nothing to do with it. All that matters is that you both give your children your best effort, as a team.”

     Another pause. “...no one has to follow the downfalls of those who came before them,” she tells him softly, taking the opportunity to cross the room and approach him. “You are not your parents. Nor is he, his. We have to learn from our parents’ mistakes. Not repeat them.” Carefully, she lays a hand on his arm, chakra bleeding through and soaking into his blood. The energy breaks down the alcohol within the veins, withdrawing it through his skin into an opaque orb beneath her palm. “...I think you would both feel much better if, rather than drinking, you sat down and talked to him about this. You would get things off your chest, and he won’t have to feel the hurt of knowing you’re doing this to yourself. Nothing will change unless you talk to each other about this...all right?”

     It’s funny - Teikoku is a band of S-Rank criminals, hiding away in her family’s old lands. And yet half the time Ryū feels more like she’s running an orphanage, doling out motherly care and advice to people that could kill her with ease, if they chose to.

     But against all odds, she actually likes some of these people. Cares about them. In a strange, imperfect way, a few of them feel like family. So she lifts what she can from Reishun’s veins, giving him a gentle look. “...please go talk to him. And don’t throw any more bottles - you’re making a mess.” Her lips quirk in a quick, teasing smile. “Once you’ve sobered up the rest of the way, you can clean up after yourself. Or I’ll be...disappointed.”

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✍ lmao does she have generic doctor handwriting

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     Ryū’s handwriting is…average, I’d say. The only reason it gets sloppy is when she’s in a rush, as she’s wont to do during hospital hours. Though she does try to take her time when doing reports. It’s most like…emergency situations when things are hectic that it gets too bad.

     Otherwise it’s nothing too terrible - she likes to write poetry every so often so she gets to sit down and practice every once in a while. Otherwise she’d probably let it slip due to her bad hospital habits.

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Solace

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When she was threatened first bythe decury, Ryū was certain she would never forgive the group, letalone tolerate them…or come to care about them.

Even now, she can’t know forcertain their goals, their aspirations as a group. Though she knowstheir…relationshipis far from cordial, better known as forced…no longer can sheignore that this faction is more complicated than group ofmindless killers.

They are individuals. Some whohave made choices to find their path – others victims of theircircumstances. Though there are some she cannot bring herself topardon…there are others she can’t help but like…if not just pity.

Sometimes, she almost curses herboundless empathy.

Reishun’s drunken tirades turnedto tears are spilled against her shoulder, spirits drawn from hisveins with a wave of her palm. She can’t pretend to know thisstruggle. The one she loved left long ago, before their affectionscould be poisoned by age and its complications. In her mind, they’re simply childhood sweethearts, the idea still pure in theory.

Ryōta’snightmares are lulled to silence in her arms, so reminiscent of theboy she once sought to save…and failed. Long nights are likereplayed memories. He is not Sasuke. But in turn, he feels almost acrutch – a second chance to take what is broken, and make it wholeagain.

Shieru…once thought heropposite in every aspect. They clashed at first, teeth bared andclaws extended. But every scowl has its story, and hers are noexception. When the pain of her physicality, reality, sets in, it’sRyū who offers understanding. She knows, in a separate sense, what itmeans to hate every inch of your skin. At least in Shieru’s case, she can fix it.

The others yet can’t make a set,still too distant and mistrusting. And though her shackles, unseen,still bind her, Ryū can’t hold out her detestation. Behind everypair of eyes is a person. She won’t let herself forget humanity.

Everyone has their breakingpoints.

And she can’t deny her empathy.

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My Opinion on;

Character in general:      How many ways can I praise Rei? Of course, I’m a bit biased because she was one of the first muses, if not THE first, that Ryū and I really interacted with on here, let alone very steadily. She was the first other muse that had a long thread with us, and that ended up sticking around in the long run.     Beyond that, I just…I love Rei. I love how how difficult and sad her story is. I love how complicated her character is, how human she is with her flaws and how she handles her burdens.How they play them:      They say OC muns always play their muse right, because they’re their muse. And that’s true. But there’s also the aspect of writing a muse well in general - maintaining a balance of vices and virtues, strengths and weaknesses, balancing with their partners, etc. And I honestly think you do that so well. We had that LONG thread back when we started, and I never felt like your character was unbalanced in any way, or that you were taking the reins too much or too little. It was SO MUCH FUN and such a great interaction, as have all others been since. You write, in general, REALLY well. And you’ve only gotten better, tbh. Your replies are SO GREAT OKAY. Makin’ ya mama proud.The Mun:      Alec…my son, my sweetie, my best and brightest bean. I love ya kiddo. You’re one of my best friends, and honestly probably the person I talk to the most anymore online. You’re so funny, you GIVE ME FEELS, both fluffy and angsty, lol - I adore talking to you, every time, and I’m beyond glad that I met you. You’re so important to me.

Do I:

RP with them: Every chance I get.Want to RP with them: EVERY CHANCE I GET

What is my;

Overall Opinion: One of my favorite blogs on here that I interact with. Interactions might be slow on the dash, but we scream enough about our babies in IMs that it counts xD 10/10 good bean, GREAT bean