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Okay, I’ve come to the decision to put this blog on a Hiatus for the unforeseeable future. I don’t know when muse for Nahvee will come back. It’s been months of struggling to be there and it’s unfair of me to keep dragging everyone along waiting for me to be frequently active on this blog. I don’t plan to delete this blog as I’m hoping that one day, my muse to write my girl will return full force and I can come back to write here, but I honestly can’t see it happening any time soon. It’s completely okay if you decide to unfollow this blog- there will be no hard feelings. For now, I think it’s time to let Nahvee rest a while. I am still actively writing on tumblr! I have made a new blog for a DC verse OC named Harper! So if you wished to find me, I’ll be on her blog. I shared her promo onto this blog just before posting this, but I’ll go ahead and post a link for you on this post as well. I’m not going to shove my new OC down everyone’s throats- so if you want to interact, feel free to check out her blog <3 Find Kay here: Harper

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Okay, I’ve come to the decision to put this blog on a Hiatus for the unforeseeable future. I don’t know when muse for Nahvee will come back. It’s been months of struggling to be there and it’s unfair of me to keep dragging everyone along waiting for me to be frequently active on this blog. I don’t plan to delete this blog as I’m hoping that one day, my muse to write my girl will return full force and I can come back to write here, but I honestly can’t see it happening any time soon. It’s completely okay if you decide to unfollow this blog- there will be no hard feelings. For now, I think it’s time to let Nahvee rest a while. I am still actively writing on tumblr! I have made a new blog for a DC verse OC named Harper! So if you wished to find me, I’ll be on her blog. I shared her promo onto this blog just before posting this, but I’ll go ahead and post a link for you on this post as well. I’m not going to shove my new OC down everyone’s throats- so if you want to interact, feel free to check out her blog <3 Find Kay here: Harper

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I’ve been thinking really hard lately about Nahvee and of what to do here. I’ve got a few idea brewing in my head. Im thinking about giving her a revamp? Maybe change her occupation up, tweak her backstory and spice her up. But I’m afraid that I’ll do all of this only to still struggle with my muse for writing her. Sometimes, muse for characters fizzle out and I’m starting to think that it’s her time to rest a while because none of the big changes I’ve made over the last few months seems to keep me drawn in enough to keep me writing here.

On the flip side, I’ve also been debating about making an entirely new OC all together and throwing those new ideas onto her instead of changing Nahvee. I’ve already got a few ideas in mind and have been peeking through face claims and actually feeling excited thinking about it. This would give me fresh new content all around, and a whole new personality to write! It’ll most likely be another female character and I would aim to write her as a fandom OC rather than an indie (of course I’d still interact outside of the fandom I choose) If this happens, Nahvee will most likely go on a hiatus. Possibility an indefinite one. I would never get rid of her- she’s my queen: she just may need to nap for a while, you know?

I’m not 100% sure which route I will be taking, but I’ll be sure to keep everyone updated when I figure things out. I’m going to be pondering over this for a few more days. I have been leaning more towards a new OC though, it’s just hard to let go of Nahvee but knowing I hardly ever have the muse to be on here makes me feel like it’s just time. I’ve had a busy summer so I haven’t had a lot of time to be on here or have had time to brainstorm as much as I wanted, but things are settling down for me in the next week or two and I’ll be more a available.

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Me: *inactive as fuck all the time*

Also me: What if I brought back Talia? 💕

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“The way to love someone is to lightly run your fingers over that person’s soul until you find a crack, and then gently pour your love onto that crack”

— Keith Miller 

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So I totally wound up sketching Nahvee has a harpy for reasons and thought I’d share. It’s just a rough sketch, not sure if I’d ever share a final product as most of my art consists of half finished sketches. But yeah, posting below the read more! Not bad for my first sketch in literal months I suppose. She’d lure in the boys with her kindness and eat their souls when they fall asleep in their arms lbr :)

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therefxreweare​:

A hand pushed through silver hair at the information, he liked the library - he met Nahvee there and it held memories and Kakashi was definitely one to know that memories didn’t stick with a place or thing but that he carried them with him - it was still a nice sentiment to be able to visit her there, to go back and reminisce and quite literally to read. He sat back a bit against the edge of the counter, glad everyone had made it out okay but feeling terribly sorry for the loss of books and building.

He knew Nahvee would want to keep moving and working and he couldn’t blame her. He truly didn’t think it would be this soon she would want to pick something up and Kakashi could definitely put in a word for her just about anywhere and it could go far, he could go to the Hokage herself if need be. He looked over at her with his one good eye at the mention of nursing, “So soon? Are you sure you’re okay?” Eyebrow raised a bit in concern but he let his thoughts wonder with her being a nurse. At least without the use of chakra she wouldn’t be placed on missions - Konoha was the safest place for her and it was his and the rest of the shinobi to keep it that way for all their people, “Nurse, huh… There isn’t enough, especially if we get a big hit again..” a smile came across his lips a bit and his arms crossed over his chest in thought, “You would make a great nurse… the way you cared for those books is anything to go by. I think if that’s what you want your next journey in life to be you have my full support. I can let you practice on me if you want…” the last sentence coming out with a bit of a lower tone and a soft chuckle.

     “Yeah- I know it sounds like I’m moving pretty fast, but I don’t don’t want to sit idly and do nothing, you know?” she said. Sure, she could be a homebody for a while and spend her time taking care of their home, but beyond that, there wasn’t much else for her to do. Their home was small and ever since she moved in, the place remained practically spotless. She’d be left to bask in her own thoughts and that’s never gotten her anywhere good. She brought a hand up to tuck away a loose section of her hair as she shrugged her shoulders. “I thought about working at the flower shop if they had any openings, but I’ve always wanted to take care of people. Do something good and give back to the community.” she said, looking up at him with a small smile. He’s assuring her that she would make a great nurse and that he would support her in her endeavors. 

     “Thank you, that means a lot to me.” she said. It made her feel whole- to have someone in her life that was so kind and supportive after so many years spent alone. Kakashi was always there for her and she couldn’t ask for anything better than that. Nahvee stepped forward to close the space between him where she brought her arms up and around his neck to peer up at him with a bright grin spread across her face. She’s taken care of him so many times after he’s returned home already and she’s been more than thankful that it’s been nothing too serious. “You know, I did see these cute kitty cat Band-Aids at the market the other day, I think they’d suit you well. For practice of course.” she said jokingly before standing on her tiptoes so that she could murmur softly in his ear. “I also know where to get a sexy nurse costume- just for you.”

#therefxreweare #|| Kakashi Hatake || #omg nahvee stop lmao

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depressing music and chill?

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@therefxreweare​ continued: x

     Being with him was a risk: her life was easily put in danger in more than one way and she’s aware of this. His lifestyle wasn’t for the weak hearted and despite how much she knows of him, he still has many secrets. Things that she’s never tried to make him share as she’d much rather him open up to her on his own. Seeing him in this state where exhaustion plagued over him always brought a certain pang to her heart. It was a reminder of the depths of their life together: that their life wasn’t always some beautiful image where they’d be like other couples. No, they were much different than that and as hard as it was, she would remain by his side and trust him with the entirety of his soul. She didn’t see him for his flaws, she saw him him as a man with a shattered soul. And though she could never heal him entirely, she would pick up each and every piece of his soul into her palms and grace them with soft kisses as a promise to love him for every single broken piece of his being, no matter the hardships that came with it.

     Nahvee’s seen the guilt that looms over him so often- he’s burdened by his past and there were no words that she could offer him to make things feel right. This was another part of him that love couldn’t magically cure. “I don’t know” she says, her voice in a soft breath. They haven’t spoken about what’s happened- she just knows that his hands are riddled with lives lost to them but she trusts in him that none of them were without reason. “But what I do know is that no matter what you’ve done or what you will have to do, you’ll always have me here waiting for you.” she said, reaching down to take his free hand into her own where she traced with her fingers delicately along the plate on his glove. Brown eyes followed the motion of her fingertips for a moment before looking back up to him.  “And I’ll always pick you up when you’re down and out- like right now. How about I run you a hot bath? Hm?”

#therefxreweare #|| Kakashi Hatake || #ngl i have a hard time typing my tag for him #bc im so used to hearing 'hatake kakashi' instead of the english way around lmao

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shesquiinnsane​:

ANOTHER NEW PATIENT.   This city was falling apart ,   Harleen saw it with her own eyes ,   the waiting lists had gotten longer and were being added to day by day.   She was working overtime without the extra pay because she cared about these people who were abandoned by the city.   She knew the system of crumbling and felt her job was very much on the line and being cut to a point where she would have to find other ways to help her city.   People needed her more than ever as the world was rocking ,   hearing different stories that all started the same   —   the rest of the city ,   the rest of the world was failing them.

Looking up ,   Harleen stood up from her chair as she glanced at the woman in front of her ,   offering her a warm smile ,   a hand gesture to show she could sit before sitting down herself.   She’d flicked through the record ,   knew that this was a lifeline.   Harleen didn’t know how long it was going to be there ,   but she was going to make sure she was there.   For now ,   just an empty pad of paper and a pencil was in front of her as she tried to focus on the woman and answer her comments.

❝ Yes and it’s getting longer ,   unfortunately I can’t guarantee how many sessions you’ll get with all the cutbacks but I assure you I will do my best to make sure you get the help you need.   Even if things do go south ,   okay ??   I’m Dr. Harleen Quinzel ,   and I will be here to help ,   no matter what happens in this godforsaken world.   So ,   Miss Nahvee ,   or just Navhee if you prefer.   Where would you like to start ??   How are you feeling today ?? ❞

     Brown eyes dart downwards at the mention of the cutbacks- the city recently implemented budget cuts that would soon wipe out services that they’ve deemed non-essential. Important things for people like Nahvee who couldn’t afford proper healthcare and had to rely on the city’s funding. It was sad, really. Gotham never valued those stuck living in poverty: it was obvious by how poorly taken care of this part of the city was. Trash littering the streets and the buildings practically rotted as they stood and yet they didn’t ever seem to have room in the budget to fix these things- they’ve only had room for the upkeep of the wealthier parts of the city. Go figure. She let out a soft sigh at the thought of it- how long she’s waited for this appointment and how she should take advantage of the few opportunities that she may milk out of them before she’s cut off entirely. 

     Her eyes wandered away from the table, lifting once more to meet Harleen’s gaze as the woman offered her assurances of help no matter the outcome of the situation. She seems genuine with her words, but it was hard to trust only because good people were near impossible to come by and she can’t help but wonder if maybe she’s just saying it to tide Nahvee over. Either way, Nahvee offered her a smile, near perfect teeth peeking through her lips. “Nahvee is fine-” she said, bringing her hands together in her lap where she’d pick away at the chipped burgundy polish on one of her finger nails as she debated over where to start. She’s never done this before- never opened up to anyone about her problems and there was so much baggage she carried. “Umm, I’m okay- I mean.. I guess I’m just.. here. I’m not doing great but I’m feeling good that I’m here to speak with you, it’s probably the best thing that’s happened to me in a while.” she admitted. “I’ve been having a lot of trouble sleeping ever since I was discharged from the hospital and it’s making me feel worse.” she then said, a frown replacing the smile she had seconds ago. “I’m always so tired but it’s like my mind won’t let me sleep.”

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evildollface​:

           𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 her chin with her index finger in a thoughtful manner. ❛ Anything that involves alcohol, of course. ❜ She stated as if it was too obvious. The blonde was a tad wet due to the terrible downpour outside. ❛ Got some goodies! ❜ She picked from her bra, a small bag of weeds. ❛ I think I have the papers otherwise, meh. The GOODIES are off. ❜ Nahvee was one of the rare people that actually didn’t ignore her, is nice and patient with her. ❛ Oh, I don’t wanna go out tonight. I mean, go to clubs. ❜ She is trying to avoid her ex’s.

     “You’ve come to the right place, my friend.” Nahvee said, flashing Harley a smile. Her eyes followed Harley’s hand, watching as she plucked some weed from her bra earning a chuckle from Nahvee. “I think I’ve got some papers too, don’t worry.” she said before turning towards the kitchen where she planned to pull out the liquor. “We can have a girls night right here in our pajamas.” she announced. “You can borrow some clothes if you’d like- you’ll get cold wearing those wet clothes.” she offered as she pulled a bottle of vodka from the freezer before shifting to rummage through the drawer for her joint papers. “Anything in my closet is fair game.” she said.  “’ll get our drinks ready.”

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@therefxreweare​ said:  [ eat ]  for your muse to offer mine food- Itachi offering her food

     She’s always been good at hiding it: the depression that looms over her and yet she still puts on a smiling face for the people around her. Coworkers. Friends. And she thought she had everyone fooled, but Itachi seems to have a knack of seeing right through her. Nahvee couldn’t remember when her last full meal was: often times she would snack on small things and lose her appetite entirely as she’s been feeling so down lately and it was as if Itachi just somehow knew- perhaps that’s why he’s invited her out today. 

     With a smile, she accepted his offer, taking the food he’s gotten for her as she exchanges a glance with him before placing it on the table in front of her. “Coming out with you was just what I needed.” she said, lifting her gaze to look up towards him once more. He always made her feel better, even with the smallest of gestures. “Sometimes, I think that you know me better than I know myself.” she admitted with a soft chuckle. “I just wish I could see you more often, you’re always so busy.”

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@therefxreweare​ said:  “  well, shit.  ”- Kakashi if you want lol

     “I know- I wasn’t expecting it either.” she sighed out. News that the bookstore that Nahvee’s worked at for years caught fire in the middle of the night and burned down, leaving her out of a job. And while she knows that Kakashi was more than capable of providing for her, she wanted to work. To keep herself busy, especially in the times where he’s gone for so long. But as nice as Konoha was, jobs are hard to come by: the town was bustling with people and everyone was trying to claim their role within it’s walls. 

      “I was thinking about it-  I want to work in medicine. I might not be able to heal with chakra, but there's always a need for nurses. I could be a nurse- what do you think?” she asked. “You guys need a good support system when you get home and it sounds like there isn’t enough at the hospital. I can contribute. What do you think?”

#therefxreweare #|| Kakashi Hatake || #cough cough nahvee taking this job and kakashi ending up becoming her patient bc itachi fucked him up cough cough

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writingxonthewall​:

Most nights, after dinner when his mother and Alfred dismissed themselves, he tended to slip out of the manner. It wasn’t that he didn’t love his mother or Alfred, but there was something about that manor that had always felt suffocating to him. Rooms, like his father’s study, that remained untouched and frozen in time. They were clean, of course, but everything stayed in the exact same spot as it had been since before the man left. 

Whenever Thomas was outside of those gates, everything just felt so much more free. Out here, unless someone knew him or recognized him, he didn’t have to be a Wayne. He could be whoever he wanted to be. He could be himself and not just a goddamn shadow of the man he never knew. He could pretend, even for just a few minutes or hours, that he wasn’t angry and that he wouldn’t always wonder why he wasn’t good enough. 

Driving into town, Thomas parked and decided to walk around for a bit. It was a nice night. The wind was strong and there was a crisp chill to the air. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette. He cupped his hand around it and managed to light it. This, of course, was another reason he slipped out of the house most nights. He didn’t want to upset or disappoint his mother and Alfred. In truth, he was always heavily focused on making sure they were okay and as happy as they could be — his mother especially. He knew that he wasn’t the only one that struggled with the fact that his father had left before he was born. 

Finishing his cigarette, Thomas spotted a coffee shop just up ahead. He had been there a few times and always liked the atmosphere. Sometimes, it was just nice to be around people and not have to say anything. He made his way in, thankful nobody was in here that would recognize him. He simply waited his turn in line and ordered himself a hot coffee that he’d sip over in the corner near the small fake fireplace.

As he stood in line waiting, his eyes met the gaze of a woman. Her eyes were beautiful, but sad. It only took him a moment to notice she was crying. He could see the tears fresh on her cheeks. His heart sank, immediately wondering if she was okay. He hated it. He hated to see people hurt so much that they couldn’t stop the crying. It was something he was all too familiar with and painfully aware of.

Ever since he was a kid, Thomas could hear his mother crying when she thought he was fast asleep. She would never do it if she knew he was awake or near. He’d hear the soft sobs and would sneak out of his room, tiptoeing down the hall to his mother’s room. The door would be cracked just enough that he could see her. He’d always seen his mother as a beacon of strength, joy and love. But when she’d cry… He could see the pain. He’d known then that he could never hurt anyone like that and would do anything to help others, especially the ones he loved. 

He barely even noticed when the cheerful barista handed him his coffee. He gave her a smile and made sure to give her a very generous tip, thanking her. When she moved away to help another customer, Thomas turned his attention back on the crying woman. He looked around quickly and saw that she was alone which made his heart sink even more. Nobody should have to hurt alone. 

Taking in a deep breath, he made his way over to where she sat and placed his coffee as gently on the table in front of her as he could. He took a seat and tucked an unruly strand of dark waves out of his face. Blue eyes gazed at her carefully as he had to restrain himself from reaching out to console her. Instead, he spoke softly. “I know this is totally weird, but… You looked like you could really use some company and I guess I could to.” He offered her a small smile. “You don’t have to talk to me, but… If you need to talk, I’ve been told I’m a good listener.”

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    Tear filled eyes flicking into his direction- a stranger who approached her table, setting his coffee down before lowing himself into the seat across from her and sweeping back a lock of curled hair from his face. Their eyes met and she felt ashamed: mostly because she’s never be the type of woman to want to burden anyone with her problems. And although it was out of her control that her emotions boiled over and spilled out, she didn’t wish to waste his time. Her problems were big, too many for her to handle and she’s been trying to hard to maintain her sobriety but her life seemed so unfair. One bad thing after another and she was like a broken beam collapsing under the pressure of the contents it were to hold. She brought her hand to her face, wiping away at the moisture that lined her eyes before taking in a shaken breath and finally bringing herself to speak. “You don’t have to do this.”

     Sad brown eyes resettled upon him as she let her hand fall back into place in her lap where she’d pick away at the chipping burgundy polish coating her nails. Nahvee hadn’t done anything nice for herself in a few weeks- she hadn’t had much time. Her life was a relentless cycle of waking up far too early to work a job that didn’t want her and to come home well past dinner where she’d collapse on the couch and fall asleep there. And sleep never came easy as she spent most nights waking up often after dreams of all that she’s lost. She’s falling apart at the seams and despite not being able to afford to- she called out of work today and she’s found herself here, sitting with a stranger at the local coffee shop in tears. She felt pathetic. “I just. I’m just really tired.. you know?” she then said, her voice in a breathy sigh. “It’s nothing, really- I wouldn’t want to burden you with my problems.” she said.       Her eyes scanned him over- he looked like a well kept type of person much like herself. Groomed and clean, the smell of tobacco fresh on his clothing reminded her of her own addiction to nicotine. He looks familiar but she can’t figure out where from- not that she was really trying to figure it out anyways. She straightened up slightly in her seat, clearing her throat as the tears seem to dry but the sadness lingers over her. He was merely distracting her from her mid day cry if anything. “You must be a really nice person to have the heart to notice me and come try to cheer me up. Most people don’t care about anyone else in this city. They just pretend like they don’t see it but I always think that maybe it’s because they are hurting too.”

#writingxonthewall #|| Thomas A. Wayne ||

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@wrathfulmercy​ said:  [ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger

     Hard days blend into rough nights and she’s hardly had any time to simply breathe- even now as she’s agreed to meet up with Rick at the bar that they so often visited, excited to finally have some time to relax and spend it with the man she’s falling in love with. He’s running later- but she waited patiently for him, seated near the back where she had been sipping on a cocktail as she patiently waited for him when a stranger approached her. The man was heavily intoxicated: every raspy word that passed his lips intertwined with one another and she could barely understand him. And it was when he put his hand on her thigh when she’s had enough of him. She’s shoved him away from her before raising from her seat, deciding that she’d much rather take her leave and meet with Rick elsewhere. But the drunken quickly rebounded from the shove, closing the space between the two of them faster than she could prevent it and she’s found herself nearly pinned into the corner of the bar. It was almost like clockwork when Rick showed up like a knight in shining armor shoving himself in between her and the agitator. 

     Rick looms over the both of them, his back turned to Nahvee and despite not actually seeing his face, she already knew the look that the drunken man was receiving must be terrified by the way the man’s mouth gaped open as he peered up at Rick. But his ego remained strong as the drunken puffed his chest and reached forward to give Rick’s chest a shove- challenging Rick to move out of the way. ‘Finders keepers, asshole’  Nahvee could hear the stranger say as she were nothing more than some piece of property that he could stake claim to. She reached forward to rest her hand upon Rick’s arm as she leaned in close, eyes locked onto the stranger who’s gaze flickered towards her in a brief flash. She knows that Rick could be quick tempered and the last thing he needed was to get into a bar fight with a prick like this guy. “Rick-” she spoke up. “let’s just go... he’s not even worth it.”

#wrathfulmercy #|| Rick Grimes ||

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@tragicblood​ said:  “i’m starting to think i’m just fucked up.”  

     “Isn’t it weird how everyone who isn’t fucked up think that they are while the people who are actually fucked up think that they are perfect?” Nahvee asked, a smile pulling across lipstick painted lips. “I don’t think you’re fucked up, Faye. I mean, you have your flaws, but that makes you who you are and I love who you are.” she said. Brown eyes roaming across Faye’s features as Nahvee’s smile only widened- she couldn’t imagine her life without Faye in it and if only Faye could see herself through Nahvee’s eyes, maybe she would realize that she was perfect for Nahvee just the way she is.

     “But I know you’re still going to think that way, and I think that way about myself too” The dark haired woman admitted, bringing a hand up to sweep a section of her hair behind her ear as she spoke once more. “Maybe two fucked up people put together can make perfection? Or maybe it would make a fucked up scenario. Either way, you’re the only person I’d like to find that out with.” she said. 

#tragicblood #|| Faye Riviera ||