Due to essays and finals I haven’t been able to give my accounts the attention they need so everyone is on hiatus until the end of this. Sorry for the whole not being here lately guys, I really miss being here but certain elements (university, minor depression, etc.) have gotten in the way. When Summer hits I’ll be able to pay more attention to all of my accounts.
I miss everyone I really do, but hopefully the anxiety of finals won’t kill me and I’ll be back at the time I want to be <3
people who put up with my
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Hopebird is a little project idea of mine. He’s transparent, and I’m giving permission to use this as you want as long as you don’t profit from it.
I want you to put hopebird on your blog (either reblog this or take the image and put it on your blog) if you are a SAFE ZONE. That means anyone who has this logo on their blog will not judge you based on your race, age, religion, sexuality, ability, gender, appearance, or anything. If you see hopebird, it means that this person is open to talk to and offer you support if you need it.
Oooh that’s a lovely idea!
November the 2nd, 1756
There’s so much to say and so little time in the say in order to say it. Not only in the book but also to people. However I suppose I should start with a fortnight ago; my day of birth.
Pain can make people do the most outrageous things to be rid of it, whether it be physically or emotionally and I will admit I suffered from both that night. It’s a blur but… I remember how that knife looked clear and friendly. And thoughts that hadn’t struck me for years twisted and tried to ensnare me like a noose.
I hate pain.
Templars is among another thing I hate.
But I cannot hate him. Never.
The Grandmaster Haytham Kenway had knocked on my door, as if by some sheer draw of luck or fate. His voice asked for me by name, and that alone was enough to pull my thoughts from that horrible lure. When I opened the door I’m not sure how he did but Haytham seemed to…
Well he knew. And he was upset, quite frankly.
His voice has raised, demanding to know why such a thing would even cross my mind. I couldn’t tell him, I never had the chance to. Instead the emotional and physical pain of what I had endured once was too much to bear and I ended up sobbing like a maid at the marriage bed.
I sobbed to him the pain and the wretchedness I felt for myself. The overwhelming sensation of needing to end that pain and just make it all go away and never return.
Because how can pain return if you’re dead?
I was never given time to and even now, a few days later I am reeling. Haytham helped me up and kissed me, held me, stroked those sweet places upon my skin. All in the sake of ridding me of that pain.
We didn’t do anything, simply lay in my bed and talk of nothings. Despite his being a Templar and my being an Assassin, I can just…
Christ so many things in my head come forth when trying to describe my deelings.
Love. That’s exactly it.
I enjoy him so much that it should and could be considered that word…
I can only hope that he too feels the same someday…
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Bridal corset by Fairy Gothmother
I love the colour of the ribbon specifically, great mix with the lace used
Morrigan will be getting a revamp to her info today! and a relations ships page since that is going to be vary important! so if there is minimal stuff don’t worry about it I’ll be in full gear soon <3
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