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Of course you have white hair and trauma

#;dewdrop aesthetic #;vessel aesthetic #feitheamh

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q’s for muses who had a…  r o u g h   childhood 

( tw’s for trauma, child abuse, child neglect, and violence toward children )

does your muse blame themselves for their trauma?

does your muse suffer with nightmares of their trauma?

what triggers does your muse have from their childhood?

who in their life was most responsible for your muse’s trauma?

has your muse ever been officially diagnosed with ptsd, c-ptsd?

what was the worst / most traumatic moment in their childhood? 

how old was your muse when they realized they had childhood trauma?

how does your muse react to being triggered? ( disassociates, becomes angry, etc. )

what coping methods  ( healthy or unhealthy )  did your muse learn during their childhood? 

does your muse want their abuser(s) to face consequences? Or would they rather forget any of it happened? 

was there anyone who was a shining light for your muse? Ie. was there any adult who they could genuinely rely on / trust? 

#geama #please specify a muse #feitheamh

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day 305

#sgàthan #;copia img

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I am... very eepy, and so didn't really get anything done in the way of asks or replies, but we'll try again tomorrow after work, dearlings. I hope you all had as fantastic a weekend as I did.

My currently tracked threads are linked below with the oldest from March currently.

Stats:

Inbox: 33

Likes: 1

Queue: 32 (thru 5/14)

Threads Owed: 10 (oldest 4/12)

Threads Tracked: 34

#ooc #dùsgadh

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🌺 send this to ten muns + blogs you think are wonderful 🌺

Right back at you!

#answered asks #kylo wrecked #ooc #dùsgadh

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Protecting Yourself from Fetish Mining.

The rise in fetish mining anons has become horrifically rampant over the past year in RPC. Unfortunately, many folks have fallen victim to them due to the nature of fetish miners. The purpose of this PSA is to aid in spotting fetish mining anons within the Tumblr RPC.

Before I continue, please proceed with caution as this topic is adult themed but is a PSA for everyone. I will not go into detail about any fetishes. To learn more about general fetish mining, and what to look out for, check out this detailed PSA by BeckiiCruel, and this PSA about fetish mining within the art community by BluSilurus.

What is Fetish Mining?

Fetish mining, within the Tumblr RPC, is the soliciting of fetish content through Tumblr's inbox via anonymous asks. These asks are sent without the receiver knowing their true purpose and without their informed consent.

People are allowed to have fetishes, but fetish miners thrive off their victims being unassuming and unable to give informed consent. Fetish mining is a nonconsensual fetish and exploits their victims into giving them fetish content.

What to Look For.

Fetish miners within the Tumblr RPC use the anonymous inbox feature to conceal their identity, evade accountability for their actions, and come off as nonthreatening. They'll most likely come off as playful and exploit the fun in receiving anonymous asks within the RPC.

Fetish miners prefer targeting SFW blogs over NSFW ones. Why? Fetish miners want to claim their asks are not of fetishistic nature and to deny the receiver consent. They rely on plausible deniability in order to continue sending asks to their victims.

Please note that anything can be a fetish. Fetish mining asks will appear as innocent as possible to trick unassuming victims into giving them fetish content. They can also be super subtle or extremely obvious. Here are a few behaviors and examples of what to look for:

– Persistent or fixated on the same topic, action, request, or question over an over again. – Pressuring the receiver to answer the ask/s in a playful manner. – Pulling or stomping on a muse's tail, limb, hair, etc. – Putting your muse in a scenario where they're stuck in something. – Transforming your muse into an object, creature, or adding new features. – Cloning a muse repeatedly over several asks. – Feeding a muse over several asks. – Tickling a muse over several asks. – Fixating on muse's underwear, shoes, or other specific garments. – Wanting a scenario of a muse's scent or smell in detail. – Any kind of bathroom talk, including the discussion of diapers, the sender wetting themselves, discussion of any bodily fluid, and so forth. – Giving a muse a kind of potion, magic etc, that will force the muse into their desired effect ( changing their size, making them pregnant, expanding or shrinking certain body parts, laughing fits, the muse becomes lustful, or anything listed above, etc. ). – Super detailed scenarios featuring any of the listed topics that is without any plotting or context. – And much more as anything can be a fetish.

All instances above have been reported in the RPC throughout the years. Here is a Google document with current records given by victims. Please take a look to see real examples of fetish mining. You are free to submit your own instances if you have the victims consent. Instructions on how to do so are in the document.

How to Protect Yourself.

If an ask feels off to you, trust your gut. You do not need to answer every ask that comes into your inbox. If you're still uncertain check with trusted friends, or cross check the Google document listed above. Block any anon that makes you feel off, uneasy, or unsafe. Set your own boundaries, but be warned, fetish miners will not respect them if you leave them unblocked.

If you feel you must answer the ask, take a screenshot, block the anon, and then put the screenshot and your answer in a seperate post. Remember anons must be a member of the tumblr community. Unless they have another account, blocking them will keep you safe from further fetish mining attempts.

If you think someone is being fetish mined please reach out to them and inform them. Victims rarely realize they're nonconsensually playing into someone's fetish. Victims should not be shamed or told they should know better. Stay vigilant and stay safe. Look out for your fellow rper if you see anything that could be fetish mining.

#;psa

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Bilal Al-Shams, Sacrifice

#;dean aesthetic #;michael aesthetic #;vessel aesthetic #;viktor aesthetic #feitheamh

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Phantom kisses him in response, again and again in utter delight. They adore Cumulus, truly, but she can be intense in her own way. Not as intense as Cirrus, but intense in her affection and exuberance. It can be a lot for them to bear one on one, and so having Cory as both a buffer and another party sounds perfect to them.

"I want you to come. You can help me pick things you think I'll look good in, too. Soft, pretty things that I can go on dates with you in, or walking around in town or during downtime on tour. I want to spend time with you, Cory. Not just in the Ministry, but everywhere," they explain softly, hopefully.

They want Cory, in whatever way he'll give them. Core, Cory, glamoured, unglamoured. None of it matters to them as long as it's their Cory.

They kiss him soft and sweet in turn at the sealed promise and know Cory won't go back on it unless he has to. He is like Papa in that respect.

"Between you and Cumulus, I'll look perfect. Well... as close to perfect as I can, anyway. As long as it's nothing like our uniforms, I will be happy. Cumulus thinks I look good in the shirts, but... the neck is too high."

The thought that they could continue to pass the hoodies between them, making them smell more and more of the both of them each time made his tail thump against the bed, but only once before he made it stop. Just like with the purring, he didn’t want it to exist but it was parts of him he couldn’t always control. The hoodies were no longer just Cory’s hoodies, they were *their hoodies now and it felt good.

Cory’s own tail shily wrapped around Phantom’s shin when he felt their tail wrap around his leg, taking it as a sign that it was okay to do so. He wanted to be as close as he could to them whenever he was near them. It was addicting and burning and the only way to replenish it and soothe his aching nonexistent soul was to be near them.

His arms hug Phantom tightly to him, not allowing there to be much of any distance at all between their bodies and he felt himself continue the purring which at this point seemed unstoppable.

Phantom’s request startled him slightly and a questioning look spread across his face. He didn’t want to be alone with her, why? “Ehm I… I guess I could come with you if you want,” he would go anywhere Phantom asked him to and if they wanted him to come along he would. But what if Cumulus would take that as an insult and be mad at him for ruining a day for them together? A little bit of jealousy mixed with his minor spike of anxiety. Why *would she want a day just for them? She wouldn’t right? She’d be happy to have him come along. He’d never picked up on any indications from her to want to steal Phantom away from him. She was too nice for that and didn’t she have a ghoul of her own? “I’ll make sure she picks things you actually like and not just what she thinks you’ll look good in,” he promised and moved forward to seal it with a kiss. Hopefully, she had a better eye for it than Cory but he’ll try to make sure it didn’t all go overboard.

#tooxldtorememxer #c: phantom ghoul #v: and my twilight eyes will know others

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"Well... have you tried holy weapons? I mean, they might just be tall tales and don't really exist, but if the stories are right, they'll kill anything heaven, hell, or earth born. 'Course, I don't think the Ministry actually has any given the sheer number of very mortal and fragile humans that live and work here, but..." she mulls aloud.

It seems like the easiest way to kill the unkillable. If it can't kill an angel or a demon, she assumes it can't kill anything worth killing.

"Oh. Right. Humans keep trying to kill each other. All the time, for some reason. There are so many things you can solve with regular fighting instead of murder. Be like Ghouls."

"Still, gotta get you guys with the 21st Century. If I have a cell phone, you should definitely have one as a human. Or at least maybe the Church isn't in a warzone."

He nodded softly.

“I have kept trying to find a way to fix it, so I can either age normally again, or actually, well.. ‘restore the balance’ as it were. The only good to come of it is I’ve been able to handle and repair dangerous artifacts that help the ministry.” He shrugged.

At her talk of communications he heaved a sigh.

“Between human warfare, and the remote location, my…homeland is a bit behind the times.

Only the biggest cities have cellular networks and internet, we did have access to both, but the signal was very unreliable.

It is probably why I was sent a letter over an email or phone call. But…I will definitely bring that up. But….so far no one has sent letters or messages to anyone but Papa and the current clergy.”

#deathmimedream #c: sunshine ghoulette #v: screaming like a siren

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"Well... maybe the Ministry adds something to our Summoning. Mmm, it was all I heard on tour mostly, along with Swedish, and Italian. I can't really understand those, though. Everyone spoke English, and Dewdrop and Mountain knew enough Quintessence dialect to help me. I didn't know there were different types of Ghoulish until I was summoned. Dewdrop knows the water and common Ghoulish, I think. All the Ghouls here seem to be comfortable with everything? I like English okay, but I can't understand how Rain likes French. French is too... gender? Everything is girl or boy and I don't like it. Nothing is neutral," they ramble, bouncing all the while.

They tend to chatter if given the opportunity, and it's easy to chatter with Zenead. There are no expectations.

"Well, I don't know how the characters should sound, so you can't do it wrong, right?" they ask, leaning forward and plucking up a well-loved favorite. Astaroth hadn't been able to ruin Matilda for them.

"This one, please."

“English was very hard, it took me awhile to learn it, even if I was learning as a young kit. Years. You’re amazing that you learned it so fast. The only ghoulish I know is water dialect….it’s very….musical.”

Zenead grinned, heading towards the children’s books.

“It’s a very special storyteller trick. Sound effects, and voices for each character. Not everyone can do it, and even less can do it very well…but I will try my best for you.” He looked around at cozy reading area, then back to phantom.

“How about you pick a book, and then I pick the next one?”

#deathmimedream #c: phantom ghoul #v: say that we're out of control

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"A pickle, he says," she sneers, dropping the paper on the desk before him, bypassing his hand entirely.

"Are you claiming you had no knowledge of this, Copia? Charges of heresy seem like something that would be run past you since the Clergy clearly decided I was to be kept in the dark."

Her fury is palpable, and though she might not be a powerful practitioner of the dark arts, the energy that comes off her still ripples with the strength of her emotion.

"If not, I believe the Church has far bigger problems than charges of heresy, don't you think?"

He wouldn’t lie, but being the one to sit for once, safely and securely behind his desk felt incredibly good. If he hadn’t heard her high heels click rapidly and determined in the corridor heading for his office he might have been startled when she came in but for once it would seem things were leaning in his favour.

“So you would say you’re in a bit of a pickle then, eh?” he said, eyes drawn to the paper in her hand. “A heretic? I don’t know, could I make it?” he held out his hand for the document, curious to see what had railed her up enough to come to his office instead of calling him to hers. “Let me see that,” satan, he hated paperwork, and if this was actually that serious he hated it even more.

#tooxldtorememxer #c: sister imperator #v: there's no saviors

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Copia knew the words weren't well received, but what could he do but say them, hm? He meant them, yes, but it was true that some of them were said in guilt. Omega would not be like this if things had gone differently. If they had ordered Omega's banishment before Terzo's death, things would be different. He was glad to be in the position he was now, but his hands were not clean of the blood of the Emeritus line.

He had stood by and done nothing, and he supposed that made him just as guilty as the Clergy in some ways.

"...No, you have not acted as you should, but you are not as you were, Omega. There are things we don't ask of those in recovery, and rational reactions are not one of them, yes? I say all is well because I mean it, and because I do not fault your reactions. A cup of your blend would be a perfect apology."

A wry little smile. He had heard one of Terzo's Ghouls had made an excellent tea but had not realized it was Omega of all of them. He hadn't expected it from the Quintessence Ghoul for some reason. He was not about to turn such an offer down.

Although, it might not go amiss to have someone take a drink first to be safe. He doubted Omega would stoop to poisoning when he could murder Copia far more quickly and efficiently by other means, but... these were uncertain times.

"Can I oblige you to make some for our other singers as well? We want everyone to be at their best, yes?"

He did not believe a word that left Copia’s mouth. All was not well, he was doing horribly and he was the biggest disappointment of a Quintessence that ever was. He knew, of course, that things could have been much, much worse even before he’d been locked in. He could have killed them all and brought the ministry to rubble in his rage and grief without even breaking a sweat. Thankfully he had been rational, thankfully he’d had enough self-control to let himself suffer rather than anyone else as he spiralled and inevitably had been locked away. 

Not all of that was clear to him, some of it was memories, some he believed to be dreams and some were just a feeling or a rational thought of what could have happened. Any time before Chorus had found him was just scrambled.

“No need to lie to me. I’ve not acted as I should,” he didn’t understand why Copia wasn’t angry with him or scared. It unsettled him ever so slightly, which was probably why he was still shielding Chorus. When he looked at Dew and him confirming that he wasn’t mad either his ears relaxed a bit, moving ever so slightly back to their neutral state but it was clear he still had focus on Papa as well.

Had Chorus not been wearing the hideous helmet he would have petted his hair, but instead he ended up petting the helmet, like he was dragging his fingers through his hair. He knew how precious he was about keeping himself covered so he didn’t want to risk accidentally snagging on the fabric of his face covering.

“Good, good. I’d hate for the ritual to flop because of it,” and give Copia and his ghouls another reason to dislike or mistrust him. The trust was already hair-thin, he felt. “I… I used to be good at it in the past,” he remembered something about it, and he glanced at Chorus as if he was looking for confirmation but soon remembered that he wouldn’t remember that and looked back to Copia. “I could bring you some. My own special blend,” his head tilted slightly and his eyebrows drew together as his memory seemed to have unlocked something. “As my apology,” he didn’t know if there was anything that could make up for his outburst but it was something more than words at least.

#tooxldtorememxer #c: copia emeritus #v: building our empire from the ashes of an old

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"Delta already changed once... he shouldn't have to change again. Besides, you've seen what Fire can do, 'frit. Not about to subject Del to that shit. Also, I'm never sharing you, and the humans wish I would share myself with them."

The peppering of kisses are an easy distraction from the pain and the worry and a thousand other things pinching and poking him endlessly. He has a list as long as his tail already in preparation for the tour, and an unwritten one twice as long as that of all the things he will or will not be telling their new band members or the Cardinal. Some things are just for Ifrit, Aether, and Mountain to know as far as he's concerned.

Seeing Ifrit's true thinking face, and not the one he put on when he wasn't thinking at all really sort of hit Dew in the chest over how serious the matter was. It worried Ifrit, and if it worried Ifrit, it should be worrying every single Ghoul.

"I remember clothes sucked, it's always too cold topside, and humans never say what they mean which makes it even harder to understand them when we didn't even speak English well. At least Papa spoke Ghoulish. I can't tell if the Cardinal can or not, but I pray to Lucifer he does or it's going to be a long tour. He summoned so many new ghouls. We have ghoulettes. There are seven of us now, including a multighoul, which I don't think we've had one of those before. Did Primo or Secondo have those? Fuck... how in the nine hells are we going to do this?" he rambles softly, his anxiety and pain getting to him more than he means to allow it to.

He startles at the offer of a hand massage, and it's enough to pull him out of his verbal fretting for the moment. He's almost certainly going to overthink it tonight, and the full moon is coming and that never lends itself well to his sleep. Or... it used to. Maybe the moon won't have any effect at all on him.

"Do we have any of that deer left over? I could go for some deer, and the hand massage, and then maybe some pork. Really the keyword here is meat based consumption."

“He could have asked any one of us, even Delta, I think he’d be happy to be asked,” he hummed, already losing his train of thought. “Aw, but you’ve never had to share me with anyone,” he smiled widely. He didn’t want to be and hearing Dew amidst to being selfish about him tickled him in all the right places. “Not it is me who’ll have to fight for your attention,” he chuckled, not even worried about it. Dewdrop would never stray from him, right?

He smiled, he saw it, which gave him enough reason to pepper kisses all over his face, proving to him that they didn’t bother him at all and wouldn’t stop him from loving on him.

“The new summons doesn’t know what to expect. Don’t you remember how confused we were when we first arrived?” he could laugh about it now, but at the time it had been a bit scary before they’d settled. It had helped that they had a good Papa to lean on, to help them, as well as the experienced ghouls. With a ‘wet blanket’, as Dew called him, for a leader and not even a Papa yet, he supposed it fell on them to be the moral support and guiding hands for them now.

“We have to help them. We have to help him but how… how does one unwet a blanket?” his brows drew together in a confused look, the very same that always turned up when Ifrit was trying to actually think. He didn’t want the scary Imperator lady to do anything to them when they were trying their best.

Hearing that his hands hurt he grasped them and raised them to his lips to kiss them. It wouldn’t take the pain away, but he did his best to try and soothe him. He knew he hurt and it pained him, but there we nothing he could do about it. “Come on then, we’ll get something to eat and then I’ll give you a nice hand massage,” had he still been his old self, the water ghoul, he would have suggested he’d draw him a bath and he’d sit with him. But not once had he heard Dew ask for or even talk about having a bath and with him now being fire, he knew that it was not something that naturally called to him anymore.

#tooxldtorememxer #c: dewdrop ghoul #v: mix my blood with the ashes

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"The magic of technology even in an age of utter chaos," he mumbled, giving her a small smile at the kiss and peering back at the papers.

He rubs his eyes absently, grateful for his glasses.

The mug of tea is even more welcome and he inhales the warm scent with a quiet noise. A soft exhale to try and cool it a touch, and he still burns his tongue with a too eager sip. He's no good at patience, even now. Hazel's always made tea far better than he ever could.

"I assume it's something riveting on the datapad? Or at least... attention grabbing enough to make the time pass?"

"Aye, I'm fairly sure that most things are digitized, even the archives. Paper isn't easy to keep up with around the globe." She smiled and she kissed the top of his head, taking his mug as she leaned down to do so.

She drifted on into the kitchen, faint sounds of kettle and containers clanking with moments of quiet in between as she brewed a new pot of tea. She returned in good time, setting his mug back in its spot, full of fragrant brew that sent up gentle wafts of steam before sitting back in her seat, sipping her own as she picked up where she had left off in her datapad reading.

#agentbrompton #c: dean winchester #v: the thunder of guns tore me apart

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Immediately, her cheeks flush in embarrassment and a touch of shame. Muddied orange under the grey of her skin. Papa is being so very kind about this and she is being ungrateful.

And yet, he still agrees to the request, as if she isn't being a demanding little hellion seeking to be above her station. She doesn't entirely understand why, and it's confusing because she knows this would not be received well by anyone else in equal power or station to Papa.

She does not get humans.

"O-Oh...! I... uh, shit. I mean, fuck, sorry! Shit. Shit. Sorry, Papa. I don't... there's not more, I promise. I just... I want to sing, and help you shine, and make the Project a success. I mean, more than it already is. I want you to have the most success ever, Papa, and bring glory to the Ministry, and Lucifer, and help you get all the followers you deserve. All the boys get to shine, and Cirrus and Cumulus, but I just... haven't yet. I know it's cause I'm newest, but um... I want to, please."

Copia tilted his head to the side, looking like he was thinking deeply on the matter.

His smile was sweet, gentle, mismatched eyes soft.

His hand cupped her cheek, fingers brushing over what he could touch with his gloved fingertips in a soft, paternal manner.

“However can I say no to such a face, such a voice? Si, bellissima Sole, you will have your chance to shine, bright as your namesake, and for the world to see it. “ he gave a small sigh.

“I did not mean to neglect you so, is there more I can do to make it up to you?”

#deathmimedream #c: sunshine ghoulette #v: screaming like a siren

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"More art drama in the modern age?" he questions in turn, taking another sip and mulling over his options. Friendly they might be, but Terzo still doesn't wish to find himself in a deal that is less than favorable on his end.

He doesn't believe Alastor would actually do such, but one can never be too careful when exhausted beyond all reason. He actually can't think of a saying that applies to the situation simply because he is that tired.

"Art drama, contemporary art movements, and... I will let you borrow three books of your choosing from my collection. Final offer."

The stag couldn't claim to agree. He didn't believe that he had a soul. Not anymore. But ah, that was just his own perspective. If he had no soul, he had nothing to give. As it were. But it might be somewhat of a delusion on his part.

He'd simply hum a little, raising the cup to his pale lips, taking a smaller sip as the scent of coffee hit his nostrils. He merely listened, nodding his head a little to indicate that he was paying attention. Then again, he usually did when he was conversing with Terzo.

Seeing as he knew only what the other was telling him about that ordeal, he elected not to comment on it, in stead focusing on the situation at hand.

"Hmm.. I could be convinced to indulge you. However, the question is what you could possibly offer me in return~?" He teased, a playful smirk on his lips as he gently pressed his shoulder against that of the other.

He found himself leaning down slightly, one brow arched a little.

"Well? What will it be, Terzo~?"

#alastors radioshow #c: terzo emeritus #v: the shining and the light

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Terzo chuckles softly as he listens to Alastor. For someone who has never had such affection, the demon seems to understand it well.

"Exactly that. I have never cared for anything that wasn't enthusiastically agreed upon by all parties, especially in the bedroom. Unconditional is unusual in most acts, platonic or otherwise, but humans try. We do not always succeed, but we try."

He knows he is difficult to swallow (heh) for many. The activities in the bedroom are fine, but the emotions are harder as he does not offer those easily. Not in the depth or amount most of his bedroom partners would hope he would. That was alright, he was never any more or less than himself when it mattered.

"Well, consider that mutual respect of consent to mean that you may ask anything, even if you never do. I do truly mean that, my friend, and appreciate your understanding. I cannot think of a single thing off-limits at this time, but that might simply be a lack of boundaries in my life, eh?"

A low chuckle left him at the notion of him not harboring much emotion towards his bloodline. It was refreshing to converse with someone who didn't take blood so seriously. Though he didn't really understand the phrase of "drinking the Kool-Aid", he could piece together what it referenced.

Claiming the benefits of the bloodline.

It was a topic he couldn't speak on, really. He was still getting to know Terzo and the whole situation regarding the Ghost project, the ministry.. Rarely did he find himself so engaged with anything regarding mortals. At least when it was outside of a contract.

"If one attempts to change an individual, then the notion of unconditional affection is a lie, non? One cannot claim to care for another, yet still wanting them to change, and attempting to change them. Then it is no longer unconditional. As I see it. Ah, but what do I know? I have never had any such affection directed at me, so I really have no room to talk." He'd note, shaking his head a little.

He was the monster lurking in the darkness. Monsters didn't receive unconditional love.

"I am not one to pry, Terzo. I am of the belief that one should be allowed to decide what one desires to share and when. Some topics are harder to share, after all. So you will find that I will not ask much of you. Nor will I attempt to dig deeper than what I am allowed. Consent and boundaries are just as important to me as they are to you. I can assure you of that much."

#alastors radioshow #c: terzo emeritus #v: the shining and the light