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matteredloyaltyaa · 3 years

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positivity meme -- slow, still accepting

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The house had grown silent in the late hours of the night, Arthur burning the midnight oil as he was prone to do. Mind running a mile a minute, and not really getting much from late night television, he opted to sit in the office across from Itsuki’s bedroom. At the thought, he found himself glancing toward the slightly ajar bedroom door, letting in a dim bit of light from the one he kept on in the hall for her. Aside from a small conversation about her day and a request for a story from his own, it seemed like she had fallen asleep pretty easily once he had started talking.

He was never sure if he should take that as a compliment or not when it happened, but at least ONE of them was getting some much needed rest.

As he could feel his thoughts starting to circle, he let out a small sigh from his nose as he shifted to pull a familiar book from one of the shelves. The pages were starting to become worn with use, Arthur about halfway into his current journal. He flipped open to the current page, a partly complete sketch of their newest addition to the household: an old collie that Itsuki had affectionately named Mochi. As far as he was aware, the old guy was asleep on a chair in the living room.

Arthur huffed lightly out of his nose at the thought, turning to the blank page and started to scribble down some thoughts.

Itsuki’s growing in so many ways every day. It honestly surprises me sometimes.

I wasn’t the only one who question my decision to adopt a kid at first. Hosea had cast me that uncertain look when I first mentioned it, and the social worker...well, I could never really get a read on them, but somehow I managed to impress someone because here we are.

She’s healthy, hasn’t lost mind or limb. I figure I’m doing something right.

I know I’m not around as much as I wish I was, and Hosea’s been a great help in keeping an eye on her. Teaching her things in that special way he has, which is probably better for her than whatever I can give. Still, I catch the odd eye or word from him about spending more time with her, which I’m trying to do. It must be working, she certainly hasn’t come to hate me or resent me being home when I am. Yet.

Still, I love that kid. The odd nights she opens that bedroom door of mine to tell me about a nightmare or storm outside and we have to stay up a little later until she can sleep again, the way she races to the truck when I pull up to the school (even during the times where I know she’s had to wait for me,) it’s all something I never thought I’d see in my life or know it to be something I would miss if it disappeared.

I want nothing more than to see her happy, and she’s always the brightest person in the room when she is. If I can help with that, that’s all I want.

Though, maybe what’s best for her is me getting some sleep so I’m not spacey and distracted with her tomorrow.

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“Could’ve certainly picked a worse night for this,” Arthur commented, casting a glance upwards.

The sun had dipped below the horizon, the sky cast in a blanket of stars as the orange glow of the fire he had built cast him and his companion in a warm light. A rabbit was slowly roasting over the flames, something he had hunted earlier for the coming night. Thankfully, he had been getting better with a bow. It had saved him the embarrassment of picking out shell casings from the meat in front of her, at the very least. He dropped his gaze back down, watching the fire for a few moments before he glanced toward her.

“I’ve certainly had worse company ‘round a fire, too. Some folks are more likely t’ greet you with a barrel of a gun shoved against the back of your head, but...nah, y’ don’t seem the type. I know you been fightin’ things in different ways, though. Kid’s always goin’ on ‘bout how STRONG y’ are, and I can see why. Life...life’s got a funny way ‘f workin’ things out. Lots ‘f good things happenin’ out there, yet there’s a lotta bad happenin’ t’ folk who don’t deserve it. Whatever good’s out there, I know it’s due t’ come your way. Hell, I’d give ya some of mine--lord knows I ain’t done anythin’ t’ deserve it.”

He let out a vaguely humorous huff, glancing back to the fire for a moment before meeting her gaze once again.

“Guess what I’m tryin’ t’ say is that there’s a lot of people out there who are on your side. Can’t get too far in life without people y’ can trust, and you’ve proved time and again that you’re one of those who can be that for someone, and it’s a fool who don’t see that and won’t return it. Y’ deserve more than y’ get, much as that might not mean much from someone like me. Y’ got a lotta fight in y’, and you’ve never had a point a gun t’ prove it. Folks see that.”

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I remember seeing Itsuki for the first time all those years ago, and jokingly I was like “who’s lost child is this?” lol

However, I can honestly say with my whole heart that I am so glad to have been introduced to her character. However, I can’t say much to how she is portrayed on her blog, as I am...completely unfamiliar from the media she is from. (And considering some of the horror stories I’ve heard about the fandom, I’m very content with hers being the only blog I follow from it lol.) Yet, I feel like I’ve known her character for so long through how often she’s appeared on my blogs and all the relationships I’ve built with her through my own characters. Good, bad, everything.

Itsuki is such a strong character in not just physical prowess, but strength of will and mind too. No matter what blog I am on, I can almost always trust her to be this force of optimism and child-like joy and curiosity. Even on a blog of mine starring a certain baptist, even in the face of someone who wouldn’t appreciate her for who she is, somehow Itsuki still manages to handle that in a way that is both absolutely a joy to write with and great to play off of.

I know I’ve said it before, but often I do find myself thinking about how a character would interact with her when I am making a blog. Not only is it me trying to make room for interaction, but it is also good for general character development. She has become such a staple on my blogs, which honestly rarely happens and for as long as it has with her.

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Becka!!

Much like you wrote in this section for me, I am also sorry this took so long because I also wanted to make sure everything sounded right. Especially after coming off a long semester of university, I’ve been trying to come back into my writing. Lol Honestly, what can I say about you that I haven’t said a million times? I always say this, yet I know it bares repeating because I know everything I feel about you to be wholly the truth. You are such a great friend, and even when you’re not feeling like you are, or you are in the middle of a falling out, or stuck ruminating on something that didn’t work out with someone, I know for a fact that you have done your absolute best in that friendship. I know you have done nothing but show me support, love, and a deep kindness since the day I met you and I know I can say absolutely that you are one of my best friends.

Hell, I know even my family asks about you sometimes because I know I’ve mentioned having our late night talks often enough. Lol I know you have helped me through so much, even in things you may not even be aware of. Being able to write with you, knowing that you’re out there doing you and being awesome, it’s everything I could ask for in a friend. It’s 3 am while I’m writing this so idk if I’m rambling like mad here, but I have a lot of feelings for you. Lol Mostly, I’m just grateful. That you exist, that we’re as close as we are, for the conversations we do have. I love you a TON, and I hope you know that. I ALWAYS want you to know that, even in the deepest darkest pits you may fall in.

I am always happy to see you, to talk with you, to write with you. I love you, and you’re always in my thoughts and I hope nothing but the best for you and I’m always so excited and happy when I do see that happening for you.

#failed: rory has died . || ooc .#meet you at the gate . || closed modern au – rollingsnowsmasher.#how many days ? || main verse .#/// long post #[Everything under the readmore is unformatted since Tumblr messes with the readmore when I do lol #but yeah sorry for the wait on this Becka!]

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matteredloyaltyaa · 3 years

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SEND A SYMBOL FOR…

Our muses to be caught in one of these situational tropes! (These work well for ships, but could be used for all kinds of characters.

❄ Our muses huddle together to stay warm. ☽ Our muses having no choice but to share a bed. ✚ My muse carries yours due to an injury. ☂ Our muses get caught in the rain together. ☃ My muse gives yours their jacket in the cold. ♡ Our muses almost kiss, but are interrupted. ☹ My muse is jealous over someone else showing interest in yours. ✦ My muse bandages yours due to an injury. ✗ My muse confesses their love to yours as they die in their arms. ✓ Our muses share a hug after being separated for a long time. △ My muse shows up outside your muse’s door after being presumed dead. ❖ My muse accidentally falls asleep against yours. ⁕ Our muses hold hands for the first time. ⎔ Our muses say goodbye to each other for the last time. ⚑ Our muses are mistaken to be a couple by someone else. ♧ Our muses see each other in formal wear for the first time. ⚠ My muse sacrifices themselves for yours. ⎈ My character pins yours to the ground while fighting/sparring.

#camp requests . || meme .#[hey]

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matteredloyaltyaa · 3 years

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#;tbt #[I'm torn between starting a new game or getting the new online lol]#[I just want motivation to write here again once I'm done with finals next week lol]

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matteredloyaltyaa · 3 years

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Positivity Meme || Always Accepting

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Things back at camp were too much right now, with everyone choosing sides and sticking with them with them, it was safe to say that things were falling apart fast. And to make things more chaotic, some of the gang had left during the night before. John didn’t blame them. If only they could all just turn their backs and leave, but with Dutch’s madness continuing to grow and climb, John knew that the very moment they would try, they would likely be shot dead by either Dutch himself or Micah.

The following night, everyone was fast asleep, but John, like many of the days after he came back from Sisika, was having trouble sleeping, a repeat of the many since his return. After tossing and turning, he just couldn’t bring himself to drift off to sleep. His eyes would close, but no matter how he laid, he found sleep impossible. Maybe it was everything that was going on finally taking a bigger mental toll on Marston, and he was already stressed enough with everyone else pointing fingers at him and accusing him of being a traitor, there was a sense of uneasiness that would linger around camp now. A place that he could once call home, now nothing but a nightmare full of distrust and delusions of a false promise for sanctuary.

Getting out of his tent, John changed out of his pajama’s and into his usual clothes, putting on his grey duster over his outfit since it was a little bit of a chilly night. After grabbing his Stalker Hat, John placed it on his head and took a look around. Everyone was sleeping, everyone except Arthur whom John saw sitting around the main campfire, he looked to be in deep thought, a feeling that was mutual with Marston as well.

Silently, John joined him around the campfire a greeting nod before taking a seat on the log next to the other. Whenever they were silent, it was always a comfortable silence as opposed to how their relationship previously had been. It was a shame that it had taken all of this mess to repair their strained relationship. But as bad as things were right now, John was still grateful that they were able to finally make amends at all. Except now, Arthur was on borrowed time because of his sickness.

He still remembered the day he told everyone about his TB. The thought of losing his older brother after reconnecting with him wounded him deeply, but John had to be strong, he couldn’t give into the sadness so easily. Before he speaks, John glances over at Itsuki who was sleeping peacefully in her tent that was next to Arthur’s. A sigh before he looks back at Arthur. Taking out a pack of premium cigarette’s, John offers the other one before lighting his with a match and proceeding to light Arthurs before shaking out the flame and tossing the blackened match on the ground.

[{ ☠ }] - “Havin’ trouble sleepin’ too huh?” He asks whilst taking a drag of his smoke.

Whenever that fateful day would come, John knew because of Arthur’s nature, that he’d be true to who he was, a man of few words when it came to displaying affection or concern of another. With that thought in mind, John decided he would say what he wanted to right now so he’d be able to do as promised to his brother. To run and don’t look back. without any regrets.

[{ ☠ }] - “T’think, after everythin’ we did for em, all those jobs we did. Don’t seem like they mean much now..”

Taking his smoke out of his mouth and pinching it between his two index fingers, he takes a deep breath, he gathered his words and plopping the smoke back in his mouth for another drag. He didn’t want to waste any time, tonight was the only peace that the brothers had seen through the past few days, so he wanted to use this chance to his advantage.

[{ ☠ }] - “Arthur.. you..” A pause, why was this so hard? He shook it off and pushed himself to bring out his thoughts.

[{ ☠ }] - “You’ve always had my back, even when we was on bad terms, ya still always came though for me.” A pause as he lets his thoughts ponder before continuing.

[{ ☠ }] - “Sadie told me, That it was you who stood up against Dutch when he decided t’leave me t’hang. Outta everyone else, you were the first t’go against him..”

Finishing his smoke, he chucks it to the ground and crushes it under his boot. One final deep breath and he prepares to express his thoughts to the other.

[{ ☠ }] - “Back in the earlier days, when we was still youngin’s. I pulled all those pranks on you because I wanted t’be like you. I always looked up t’you Arthur. An yer gonna say it’s a mistake, but. It ain’t a mistake t’me.”

Taking a few extra seconds to think back to his childhood, he continues.

[{ ☠ }] - “I never knew my folks much, never had a siblin’ cause my ma passed at birth… but after comin’ here, I finally got t’see how it felt t’have a brother..”

A few silent nods followed after. Taking one last look around camp, he confirmed everyone was still sleeping soundly. John wasn’t the best in showing his appreciation, especially for everything Arthur had done for him, how would one possibly thank someone for all the things he’d been doing for him? Since they were the only two awake, John wanted to take a moment to truly show how much he meant to him. A bit hesitantly at first, John slowly moved forward and gave Arthur a heartfelt brotherly hug, probably the only one he’d give, but since Arthur’s time was running out, now was the only chance he’d get to show his true appreciation for the man that saved him many times. His dear older brother who had been lookin out for him all this time. It would be hard to see him go, but fate couldn’t change what would eventually happen..

[{ ☠ }] - “Thank you Arthur, for everythin’ you’ve done for me, for my family. You’re the best brother a fool like me could ever ask for.. I’m gonna miss ya.”A follow up couple pats on Arthur’s back before he pulls away and fixes his hat straightening it.

John was slightly embarrassed for being so sentimental, but this was the only time he could do it so openly. He quickly cast his head downwards a bit to hide his face, this wasn’t like himself and John knew it. But he had to say it, this would probably be the only time he could as Arthur’s sickness would get worse everyday. So aside from being a bit embarrassed, he was glad he had the chance to spill it all out.

[{ ☠ }] - “You really are a good man Arthur, even if you can’t admit it yet…”

With that, John turned his back and walked off heading back to his tent. Now that he had said what he wanted, he had no regrets, he would be able to stay strong for Itsuki when Arthur’s time would come. And John would definitely have to be strong for when that time would come. He looks back over his shoulder at Arthur one last time before disappearing into his tent to again attempt sleep.

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“Well well well, at last I get the privilege of meeting you. Arthur Morgan. I’ve heard lots about you. John’s said a lot about you too. And I agree with everything he says.”

“I’ve always been a big fan of Red Dead Redemption, so when I saw the trailer for the second game, man I was stoked. It was great to see John again, but I gotta say, you filled in the role of main protag perfectly. And everything you went through, every situation you were in, you kept your cool even in the most intense situations.”

“You were this cold hardened Outlaw who didn’t have many morals, only to become this man that’s wise, caring and always putting others before yourself. The moment you began your path to redemption, you had me cheering and hollering for ya the whole time. It was a whole new experience for me.”

“It takes a hell of a lot of courage to accept yourself for who you were after, and watching your journey, seeing you push yourself to help everyone despite your limits was probably one of the most amazing and incredibly inspiring things that stood out to me.”

“I want to personally thank you for taking care of John and the others, what you accomplished was no easy feat. Especially with your condition, you did you’re absolute best, and I commend you for such a great accomplishment. You probably get this a lot, but you truly are a good man, a gentle soul in disguise, and it shows for all you’ve done. It takes SO MUCH to accept your mistakes and try to correct them, you’re story was a truly motivating one, and it’s one I will always keep near and dear to my heart.”

The mun would pull out his hard copy of Red Dead Redemption 2 with a sharpie marker and holds them out to the Cowboy.

“Mister Morgan, I’d be honored if I could get your autograph on my copy of RDR2 :) “

“Pretty please with a cocaine gum on top?? :33″

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Heya Rory, I hope you’re doing well. My friend, you were the very first Arthur to follow me and show interest in interacting with My Johnny boy, it may have seemed small, but I was so happy when ya followed back and even more excited when when we started our threads together. Even though we’ve only done a couple replies thus far, I already love our threads very much!

I’ve actually seen you around tumblr a few times before I created John. I checked out some of your threads, and you’re writing was the very first thing that blew me away first glance.

You describe each situation, expression and movement amazingly in great detail. John was my second muse who spoke in a western manner, but when you make Arthur speak, I hear his voice in full because you nailed his manner of speaking perfectly. That was def a bit of a challenge for me at first, but it was the way I saw you deliver that helped me get a better idea on western mannerisms. So I have you to thank for helping me get a much better idea on how to bring it out.

And another thing I HAVE to mention is your incredible passion for Arthur. I know it’s been hard to bring Arthur out lately and I do get it, muse comes and goes sometimes, I been there buddy. But I want you to know, that seeing your Arthur in action always inspires me to bring out more and more in John. All the passion and love you have for good ol’ Arthur really shine’s brighter than a star. You are truly a very excellent and inspiring writer.

It’s not often I meet many fellow Canadian rpers, but despite us only talking a few times for the moment, I’ve very much enjoyed them and look forward to many more chats and future rp’s with you.

Have a good evening eh? :p

#failed: rory has died . || ooc .#/// long post #[This is so cute and nice Chase thank you <3 #And I agree other Canadian rpers are hard to come by lmao #but yeah we definitely need to talk more once all this uni stuff has laid off for the semester #soon. soon. lol]

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matteredloyaltyaa · 3 years

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Positivity meme

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#camp requests . || meme .#[Y'know I might try this as well #ease back into Arthur a bit lol]

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matteredloyaltyaa · 3 years

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💞💖💘💕 don't have to do them all if you don't want to, this just seems cute!

Positivity meme (Slowly Accepting)

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FOR AS NERVOUS AS SHE WAS, there was no denying just how EXCITED she still was-- as she began to make her way up to the front of the classroom itself. Having even gone through the effort of asking for both her uncles’ feedback, when it came to both her written and oral presentation. Both-- that have certainly needed quite some reworking, as expected. Still, however, that night would prove itself to be both exhausting and fun. Especially as she sat there and listened to TWO VERY DIFFERENT POINT OF VIEWS on the subject matter itself. Now rewritten and even typed out from the FAMILY TYPEWRITER itself (That she had an absolutely BALL typing on-- that was, until Uncle Hosea stepped in due to the typos she kept making). she was ready. At least, so she wanted to believe... as she looked over her entire class, and to her teacher then. As she straightened the essay held firmly within her very hands, Itsuki would clear her throat, straighten her back one more time, and began.

“Ah ‘ave dreamed about the day dat ah would get ta find a place ah could call mah very own HOME. But, little did ah know dat he would come in the form of a man named ARTHUR MORGAN. A kind, an’ hardworkin’ man, whom ah had only gotten ta meet wit’. When he had paid a visit to the ORPHANAGE-- jus’ so he could HELP. An’ while he ain’t all dat-- oof, sorry-- is not much of a talker, his ACTIONS always spoke than words. The day we got ta meet an’ sit ta-gether at the swings, would be the beginnin’ of the BEST DAYS of mah life. As ah would soon enough, be allowed ta call this man... mah own FATHER.

Now, as ah had mentioned earlier, mah pa-- mm, ‘cuse me-- father, is a hardworkin’ man. Who always gets up before the crack of every dawn, and works his fingers to the bone. On the ranch that he near singlehandedly takes care of. An’ despite that, mah pa still finds the time ta watch o’er me, an’ help me out wit’ mah homework, whenever need it. Every moment we get to spend ta-gether is an ADVENTURE. Even when it comes ta preparin’ DINNER, you’d ‘ave ta be there ta believe it.

Ah love my pa, an’ uhm just so grateful ta ‘ave him in mah life. He makes me so PROUD ta be his DAUGHTER.”

And she could only hope, that he felt the same way about her.

AND SO WOULD THE REALISATION strike her, so much so like a bolt of lightning shot down from the VERY HANDS OF ZEUS himself. For despite having known the other far longer than she had any other soul in these past few centuries. Kassandra was still far less inclined to openly express herself these days, when compared to how her younger self would most likely have had... so very long ago. Grimacing to herself then as she remembered her attempts. Of the words that she had dared deemed SACCHARINE, Kassandra believed then that it was perhaps for the best that she had long since grown past... such ways.

“Something nice, you say...” It wasn’t to say that she had nothing at all to say (The complete opposite, in fact), but simply struggled to string those words together in a coherent enough manner then, “Hm, let me see...”

“It has been so long since I have met a man like him. A man as loyal as he. That by the Gods themselves, it almost makes the HEIREIAI’S own actually PALE in comparison.” Remembering back to the very day that he had come to her aid, Kassandra’s first impression of these lands had definitely been salvaged thanks to him. Unlike those MALAKAS to which she had been more than glad to offer a MUCH NEEDED PAY BACK to, later on. “He is a good man...” A wonderful man, A GREAT MAN, in fact. Especially to this Spartan warrior. These few simple words... to which she would continue to openly express, save through a soft gaze from her. Or a touch from calloused fingertips themselves.

Drifting off for a moment with a gentle purse of her lips, Kassandra’s eyes would then wander off to where he would now stand. As a more evident smile would begin to make its way upon already thoughtful features.

“... one who has made me smile, if not laugh, so many times now since I have arrived...” As it became apparent that some playful rough ousing had since begun to take place between him and one of the other gang members, Kassandra would snort as she continued watching, “... And one whom I cannot possibly imagine to NOT be in my life.”

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“... Naw way... is dat... is dat rea-leh ya???” Oh Goddess, just look how much they have changed since she had last met them. As Itsuki would begin to amble through the thick snow, so would a brilliant squeal would leave her as she flopped forward and threw her arms around them in greeting, “It is yoooou! Oh, Rory, it’s been AGES! It’s so good ta see ya again!!!” All too abruptly however, would she stop in her hopping (Humorously sluggish considering how much snow there was out here, but all the same as ENERGETIC as it possibly could be), and give the most POWERFUL POUT that she could muster up at them, “Hmph! Took ya long enough ta visit! Didn’ ah tell ya dat ah was gonna cook us the yummiest din-din da next time ya dropped by? ... Wait, ah didn’? ... Well then.” Wasting no more time then, so would the child begin to guide them back to her hut. With their hand held in her well-worn, but all the soft white mitten. It would offer some semblance of warmth from the cold, before a far greater heat from the fireplace greeted them from beyond the hut’s entrance drapes.

“C’mon, sit yerself down, now! Ya need a break frum all’a dat hard work, oh, ah can tell! An’ ‘ave ya been gettin’ enough sleep?” Itsuki simply couldn’t take her eyes off them, as she began setting everything up. Grinning over to them every now and then, as she got the bowls and utensils ready. “Omgosh ah jus’... ah nearly didn’ recognise yer fer a second, y’know? But... ah know it’s ya, da moment ah took a good look at dem PEEPERS of yers! Still as purteh as da last time ah saw am, hehe! Oh-- uhm jus’ so glad ta see dat y’ve been doin’ so well fer yerself, y’know? Ah man-- ah heard ‘bout how yer doin’ fer da sis. But, uhm so glad dat ah can finall-eh see it fer m’self! An’ jus’ tell ya how PROUD ah am of ya! Yer jus’ kickin’ so much BUTT out there, an’ it shows!”

As she handed a large bowl of OHAW over to them, Itsuki would still continue to chatter excitedly away.

“Ya gotta share wit’ me what ya’ve been studyin’ over thar, hehe! Please!”

A KNOWING SMILE would begin to grace her lips, as she acknowledged the other with the slightest nod of her head. "And so, do we finally meet... Come, sit with me.” And as she would say those words, the immortal swore that she could hear IKAROS’ near indignant squawk amidst the red cardinals, bluejays, and goldfinches that have chosen to brave the coldest of seasons itself.��To which she would silently offer a half-hearted apology, and a sigh through her nose in remembrance. For it was a pity, seeing as he would have liked them.

“... Malaka, it astounds me just how well you are able to stand this cold during every single year!” The statement would leave her in an almost boisterous sort of bark, once that clearly bore jest (While also most likely causing any nearby to jump). If not a desire to lighten the somewhat awkward air between them. After all, while they have known one another for quite some time now-- it would only be now, that they would be allowed to meet face to face. And all thanks to FATES themselves-- and of course, one other soul that couldn’t be there, right then. “I have most certainly heard a great deal about you, Rory. A shame that it is only now that we would finally have the chance to meet, no?” For their eyes would bear a striking resemblance to the FIESTY CHILD that she would hold near and dear to her heart, after all this time.

“Now, let me see... Allow the great and powerful immortal to look into your very soul~” Even as she would snort at her little half-joke, the woman would continue to study the other intently. Reaching out to brush some strands away from their forehead, as she continued to smile down at them. Her expression almost unreadable, before another eventually nod followed, with this one being one of the UTMOST APPROVAL, "Ah, so the tales are true.” Carrying on in her theatrics, Kassandra would sit back ever so slightly as she lifted the STAFF OF HERMES TRISMEGISTUS up to the skies themselves, “You-- Rory--bear the SOUL OF A WARRIOR. A flame that has burned and braved through much.” As she would settle her free hand back upon their shoulder, that mirthful expression was almost comforting. Once again, knowing for all that she had seen, and yet, bearing such WARMTH that she had since begun to offer to only very few, “There is so much waiting up ahead of you, Rory. So much that we are all so excited to see you accomplish... And so, accept this one piece of advice from me: Keep fighting. Promise me this, will you?”

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I will never forget the day when Rory and I started talking about you, after watching that very first trailer that featured you, Mister Morgan. We had such high expectations, and good lord, did you blow it all COMPLETELY OUT OF THE WATER! Heh, like, you aren’t just a handsome outlaw, are you? You ended up being so, SO MUCH more than that. And I thank the lord each day that Rory chose to pick you up as a much. And do SO MUCH JUSTICE when it comes to their HEARTFELT PORTRAYAL of you. We have had so many amazing interactions together, and one of the best things I got to be blessed with over these past years was Itsuki finally getting to have such a wonderful man as her father! And of course, not only that... I see you spending some time with a certain Grecian lady~ Oh, you know the one I’m talking about ~ 😏

You are most certainly one of the most comforting presences to see now on this site... especially when times are admittedly as rough as they are. And, I hope you know how always make Itsuki’s day, whenever you choose to comment or pop in her inbox to say hi or chastise her, hehe. I just always love seeing you around on my dash, Mister Morgan. And don’t think I forgot those sweet words you left for me on my old blog during one rough day I had. I just wish I had been able to keep a digital copy of it, truth be told. But I will most certainly never ever forget them.

Now, forgive me for ending this off like a typical fangirl. But we love you, YES WE DOOOOO!!! And sorry, sir. But I’m gonna have to break social distancing and give you a big ol’ hug now... And of course, thank you so much for the JELLYBEANS! c:

Send 💕 and the mun will say something nice about you, the mun

WHEW, I’m sorry this took awhile, but I really wanted to make sure that I got all of this done properly (Especially with ol’ Kassandra, hahaha!). But oh man, oh man... Rory, please. You know what this is going to lead to. When it comes to me gushing about you. Say something nice? ONE THING? PUH-LEASE! You are one of my bestest friends, Rory... and I get so choked up, no matter how many times I say that. I thought you were going to be one of those super cool folks that I was going to just admire from afar. But no, the Gods themselves must be smiling down upon me because we ended up talking and well, the rest is history. We have done so SO MUCH together over the years that it still amazes me to this day, tbh... During some days when we reminisce together, another memory pops up that makes us go “HOLY SHIT, OH YEAH!!!” I am just so happy that we can talk about nearly anything, you know? How we can connect on so many things, tbh. No matter what the subject is, I swear-- we always get into some long-ass conversations, and I just love that so much!!!

But oh, what the heck am I doing? I’m suppose to be saying nice things about YOU! And the stuff before is just cheating, so get to it, Becky! Like, Rory... you are just an amazing friend to everyone that knows you tbh. A person that everyone is so lucky to have in their corner. I know so many people feel the same way as me, and can never express their gratitude enough for all that you have done for them as a friend. You are just such a kind, patient, genuine, and empathetic person, and that is honestly so damn rare to find in people these days. Which is why I am always so grateful that I can open up to you on my worst days, and especially when you yourself are so wonderful as to reach out to me and give me a hug first... I’m such a weenie that has since started to huddle in her corner. So when I hear you from behind me, tapping gently on my shoulder the way you do... I’m so grateful, Rory. I truly am...

And not only that, you know by now that I stan TF out of your writing, and think that you are one of the most amazing writers I have ever known! You know I enjoy tf out of every interaction I get to have with you. Ever amazing interaction we get to have between our muses. And honestly, I will always be one of your biggest fans. Who will be booing and hissing at those who are too blind to see quality when its right in front of them! You are honestly such an intelligent, hardworking and talented individual, Rory... And I can’t say that enough, tbh. If you ever wrote and published a book one day, you KNOW I’m gonna be the first one to preorder it! So you better tell me when you do... catfish? B(

But just in case I don’t find a good Christmas or EOY meme... I hope you know much I cherish you, bud. How proud I am to bear witness to how far you have come over these past years. I am literally already vibrating here for the day you graduate too tbh. Like ohhhh, I think I need to do a video recording to YELL over just how proud I am when that day comes for you!!! Please continue to fight with all your might, okay, bud? We are all cheering you on, and ofc, I’m always here whenever you need a breather from that tough ass battle. I love you so much, and can’t wait to our next chat on Discord!!!

#failed: rory has died . || ooc .#[never has my ooc tag fit more asdfgh #I'm breaking my hiatus on here to reblog this so I can save it #this is such a nice thing both Arthur and I love it lol #Thank you sm especially with how busy your end is too #I need to stop before I get mushy #thank you <3]#;tbt #/// long post

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