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[reconciliatio]

"Look,   we   can   continue   going,   and   dig   deeper   into   whatever   hellhole   you   want   me   to   pull   you   from."   Whatever   louis   is   searching   for   in   this   interview   is   unclear.   daniel   himself   isn't   sure   why   he   is   here   again   for   an   interview   that   traumatized   him,   perhaps   to   end   a   circle   of   his   life   that   started   a   night   in   a   bar   all   those   years   ago,   but   this   time,   he   can   poke   the   holes   louis   has.   "but   when   I   dig   and   I   dig   deep,   i   would   like   not   to   be   shaken   like   a   roomba   again.   perhaps   let's   avoid   that."  

He   still   remembers   it,   the   way   a   fear   of   his   manifested   before   him,   as   he   was   unable   to   control   the   shake   of   his   hand,   now   a   gentle   tremble   with   the   medicine   he   takes,   but   that   was   a   blatant   reminder   that   while   this   is   his   interview,   he   is   only   mortal,   a   mortal   with   a   ticking   clock   inside   him.   "You   want   me   to   find   those   loopholes   in   your   story   now.   is   that   right?" @storyblend ft. louis.

[storiesbuilt]

@storyblend sent: “i don't understand my own feelings.”

There was a glimmer of understanding behind her eyes at his words as the sat. Rock in her hand as she gently threw it across the water although it fell after two skips. Jacob had always made it seem so much easier, that or she was just bad. But it was probably the former, there was NO WAY she was that bad at something. But all that aside as he speaks she resonates.

That was the one thing they had in common. The masks they wore, the humor they used to hide that deep down neither of them truly understood themselves or their feelings. Perhaps that was what all THREE of them had in common. Ryan seemed both so sure of himself and at times unsure, and her and Dylan were both all over the place. A small smile, a friendship foraged until this moment in on that unseen mutual trait.

She leans her head over on his shoulder in a sisterly manner and lets out an exaggerated sigh. Who knew this summer was going to be so complicated emotionally for EVERYONE. But after a moment it turned to a hug. Arms wrapped around Dylan tightly as she spoke.

 ❝It'll all be clear soon. There is no reason for either of us to get bent out of shape for not understanding them right away right? Plus like, feelings are so complicated and it can take a long time for someone to process through what like real love or real rage is so-- I don't blame you.❞

[lechroniques]

@storyblend જ⁀➴ 𝓛𝒐𝒖𝒊𝒔 : "I was thinking, maybe after this is all done, we can go on a trip."

𝓦ords   spoken   like   tender   music   in   his   ears,   swelling   as   a   full   orchestral   pit   might   and   bringing   joy   to   his   ᴴᴱᴬᴿᵀ   just   the   same.   Childlike   excitement   breaks   upon   his   face   the   way   ᴹᴼᴿᴺᴵᴺᴳ   ᴸᴵᴳᴴᵀ   would to a window,   his   posture   correcting   itself   as   Lestat   stands   at   full   attention.   

“Of   course,   mon   amour,   where   would   you   like   to   go?   Anywhere   at   all,   I   can   have   Roget   make   arrangements   as   soon   as   possible,”   Lestat   purrs   his   words   out,   footing   smooth   as   honey   as   he   makes   way   towards   Louis   over   on   the   settee   and   eases   into   the   spot   next   to   him.   Sweet -tempered   blues   drift   across   the   scape   of   the   other   man’s   face   with   an   expected   but   entirely unwavering   ᴬᴰᴼᴿᴬᵀᴵᴼᴺ   …   delighted   merely   by   his   existence   and his   willingness   to   share   it   with   Lestat.   Slim   fingers   graze   over   Louis’s   knuckles   gently,   every   divot   and   ᴿᴵᴰᴳᴱ   that   marked   the   skin   boasting   familiarity.

“   ⸺   Prague,   Lisbon,   Berlin,   the   world   is   yours,   just   say   the   word ... ”

[blackfire5561]

Super excited to announce that I'll be on the debut stream of my relative's twitch channel Storyblender on Wednesday July 14 (my birthday!) at 8:30CST!

✨twitch.tv/storyblender✨

Tune in for storyboarding related tutorials and demos using Storyboard Pro & Blender! I’ll let the host introduce himself on the stream, but he’s a professional storyboard artist/director that’s worked on projects at Lucasfilm, Nickelodeon, Warner Bros, Marvel, and Titmouse! Bring your story dev-related questions, or just come on in and watch whether you’re familiar with storyboarding or not!

[ursweater]

@storyblend

[storiesbuilt]

“need i tell you what fate may have in store for you?” ophelia frm firion!

He speaks and yet she hears nothing. Not from annoyance, or discontentment but adoration. Despite what may be on the pathway with this whole mind flayer parasite her fate would remain steady and true as it had been.

Him.

Her life was content in shambles of the world ending as long as her ring were on her finger and her hand held by him. She had given up her life in Baldur's Gate and family fortune for him. And that was all she cared about so the longer he went on she felt herself become lost in his words and the potential perhaps he did not thing her love enough.

But then she realized, he knew not of the new door opened. The new life she had brought upon them with a pact she had not even though to look past. A promise to help her, at a cost she knew nothing about.

 ❝No. Because you do not know more than I beloved, I---❞

She hesitated. Was it good to tell him this? He had just found his oath had broken and now this path had become one she feared, one that could become volatile if he did not find a way back to what brought him to be a paladin in the first place.

Her head tilted down as panic began to settle, what if he was enraged she would take such a risk? What would he say or do, most likely nothing but it could hurt him more to know she had no idea what this path would bring her. It could end in her own death even if she lives, or perhaps an empty void following instead of whatever the gods sought to give her in the first place.

Or worse, with the rumors she began to hear about the fae it could cost them their family. And that, it would break her heart and most likely shatter his. So perhaps this was a bad idea, but Ophelia knew that eventually he would question the avoidances of where her magic was coming from.

She had decided. It was better to speak to him now. Especially if he dare hold her fate over her own head. She made a promise to him, of love and honesty. She had to abide by that and show that no matter what, even a tsunami like this she would uphold that promise.

 ❝I am like our new friend Wyll, I have a pact. Although thankfully not with Mizora. Mine is, the consequences are unknown but as long as I fight at your side the strength grows.❞

[lechroniques]

@storyblend : “So what? You're just gonna ignore everything else?” From Louis.

“𝗪𝗘𝗟𝗟,   𝗬𝗘𝗦,   𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧   𝗪𝗔𝗦   𝗧𝗛𝗘   𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗔.”   Lestat   puts   it   plainly   in   an   attempt   to   shelve   a   conversation   he   no   longer   had   any   desire   or   interest   in   contributing   to.   Fingers   skim   down   the   spine   of   a   leatherbound   book,   turning   his   back   towards   the   other man   as   he   slammed   it   back   into   place   on   the   bookcase.   Problems,   problems,   problems   …   there   was   always   an   issue   with   Louis,   some   conflict   spurred   from   nothing,   a   misunderstanding   about   the   ᴺᴬᵀᵁᴿᴱ   of   their   existence.   Louis,   ever   the   immovable   object,   stubborn   in   his   ways   and   resentful   of   his   identity   as   a   creature   of   the   night.   

“The   arguments   have   really   become   so   repetitive   and   boring   to   me,   because   you’re   consistently   acting   like   a   disagreeable,   uncooperative   child,   je   ne   peux   pas   être   dérangé.”   The   statement   paired   well   with   a   dismissive   wave   of   the   hand,   the   weary   sigh   that   departed   from   between   paled   lips   audible   from   across   the   room.

[reconciliatio]

@lechroniques @lamourstre @storyblend

this is what s2 is about right

[storiesbuilt]

“i warn you, don't come near me.” ophelia frm firion :)))

Oh heart, it aches and bends in her chest at his words. Hands shake, perhaps it is the fear to reveal what she has done the pact she has signed. A piece of her future given up for him, to keep him safe the moment Nettie told her the likelihood of the situation.

Or, perhaps it is in the tone of his voice. The often careful and loving tone not the same as they stare at one another. Strangers surround her on all sides, new to him as well it seems but comfortable enough to watch this affair in front of them.

Gaze lowers for only a moment before the sternness takes over. He could not tell her what to do. She may be his wife, she may owe him her own life given what he did to get her here, to Nettie and the Grove but it would not stop her.

Feet determined as leather stomped into the ground and she stood before him before looking up. This parasite would not go to her but she would gladly take it from him, to take the burden and weight off his shoulders. Instead she grasps his hand, despite the fury in her steps and features there is a softness.

Their life would be tragic now, a timer on first herself and now him but she would fix this. She had the power to fix it now. The cost, still unknown to her would be worth it completely if he could live through this.

 ❝Whatever may have happened, whatever has happened it will not change how I feel, nor will it change the fact our souls are bound to each other.❞

There is a pain in her eyes as she finally sees him, after months of going in and out of sleep, the poisons in her body and her family only to see that he was suffering. There was a glimmer, the hope in his eyes she had so adored seemed to be gone, and if not gone than dimmed.

That scared her.

But, if what she learned from Nettie was true. This parasite would kill him, these strangers and she would be the only left to stand in the end. Despite this she knew her promises, she knew that her heart and being in this world would stand beside him. But there was something else in how he looked, something she could not put her finger on yet.

 ❝My heart remains clear in the palm of your head like an apple you picked from a tree. It will only ever be there now. So put this to rest and tell me whatever could cause you to not let me embrace you. Whatever it is, just like my illness we will solve together.❞

[storiesbuilt]

UD Verse Emma details!!

her connection to the group is through the Washington’s she comes from money and her dad helped produce a few of Josh’s dads early movies!

in her timeline this takes place AFTER the quarry. Everyone survived but Dylan did lose his hand, she is closest to Dylan and Ryan (bc I love @umare & @storyblend means my Emma is nothing without their BBs) she is still in contact with both HEAVILY during the reunion.

she was late and came up the the lodge just after the prank happened and had NO IDEA with the initial prank

she doesn’t talk about what happened at the quarry until the bad things during the night start. She does elude to it a lot though.

she still records everything on her phone and is 100% an influencer still. Although she’s working to be an actual actress 500 times more after the quarry

she was close to all three Washington’s but more so as Emma not who everyone else sees her as because of how long she’s known them. She also adores Sam & Chris as well so they are defs her highest stats I’ll make a lil thing of this later

[storiesbuilt]

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[mermazeablaze]

There's a woman in the Storyblend group on FaceBook who is a head nurse at a living facility for the disabled. She said that there's a young man within her house (building) who is in a relationship with a young woman in another house. The facility board overall is uncomfortable with the relationship. But they left it up to her and the head nurse of the other house on how to go about it. They both decided that the young man and woman should continue their relationship (even if it progresses to them having a child). And if things don't work out, each nurse will help their own patient through it. And that's how it should be.

sigh. disabled people are allowed to have kids. i hate that this is debated

[reconciliatio]

"no   more   fishing   inside   my   mind.   no   matter   how   loud   my   thoughts   can   be."   this   interview   is   triggering   memories   he   didn't   recall   from   the   interview   before,   or   sparking   memories   that   apparently   never   existed.   fabrications   of   his   own   mind.   "you   been   in   my   mind.   you   know   i   never   unpacked   my   bags.   i'm   ready   to   leave   the   moment   this   no   longer   works."   and   no   bites   this   time,   hopefully.   the   presence   of   armand   does   bother   him   to   no   end,   as   if   he   is   marking   the   pace   of   the   interview   for   louis   and   now   interjecting   and   putting   himself   in   the   chair   too,   hardly   seems   fair,   two   immortal   vampires   with   powers   against   one   man   with   nothing   to   lose.  

"and   you   are   aware   that   if   this   gets   published   you   are   risking   yourself   right?"   most   would   consider   it   a   work   of   fiction,   as   many   do   with   dracula   but   who   knows   if   that   began   as   a   true   story   as   well,   considering   how   it's   written.   who   knows   if   this   one   will   be   believed,   but   apparently,   if   the   interview   is   published,   it   will   risk   exposure.  

"let's   all   just.   ..   relax,   and   set   boundaries.   i   will   try   to   not   make   jokes   about   claudia   and   lestat.   you   won't   pick   around   my   brain.   seems   like   a   good   deal."

louis was staring at the palms of his hands now, unable to look daniel in the eye ... at least not right now. after all, there was a process. every delicate page removed and mentally restitched, from claudia's entries; every memory was revealing itself to be a collaboration of a blurry thing of the past. uprooting all of what had been closed off ... a door ajar, unlocked, his own damning uncertainty held a tight grip on the handle. it was daniel who could help him through it. help him open the doors. the vampire reminds himself, how crucial it was that daniel was there. set boundaries, if they must. he understood it. " we've all got some layers to us, daniel. vampires , human. we're no different in that way. i seemed to have strayed far from myself, i'm ... sorry. "

memory is a monster, those claws deep in his brain. the memory is ... unclear but, that feeling. it sticks with him like a lingering ghost he's chasing down at the grocery store. haunting. louis can feel armand's steady gaze set upon him. he knows in their silent conversations away from this interview, armand considers they stop. it's pushed away from his thoughts, like wafting away some muddy cloud. daniel speaks once more , and finally, green eyes flash to meet the tired set of blue. " that's right, " a trigger response. it escapes him, in a quiet, hushed tone. " i need it. call it peace of mind. however, i understand the terms and conditions, daniel. as we've discussed: can't do it without you. " to fully understand, what went wrong.