*humming End of the Road*

{I sort of feel like this was inevitable. And it’s a bit sad really. But...this is my last announcement on this account.

I know there were folks who wondered what’s been going on with me and if I was coming back. To be honest, I really wanted to. But then.....a lot of things happened, both here and in my corner of the world. I can say with a slight smirk that, after all this time I’ve been on Tumblr.....I’ve left the house I was originally in and finally got a job. It’s not much, but it’s better than how I started.

But, back to my announcement. Yes, this will be the last post on this blog. I won’t delete the blog, but it’ll be here to give folks a glance at how Tumblr rp use to be, the mistakes made, the true beginning of this precious OC of mine. While you won’t be able to see how she turns out, it doesn’t mean that I’m done with her.

Like Sergej mod said, I still rp her over on my mod blog, randomqueens. There will always be development for her and AUs. So, if you want, you can message me over there to rp. Or send me a message over to that blog to find me on Discord or Battlenet.

Any last words?

Sure mate. Through the beginnings of my time in the Tumblrfort rp scene, through the hate, the acceptance, the mistakes, the worries, meeting new folks, some that I can truly call friends, some that can legit kiss my arse, through learning to getting some of my shit together. Of expanding my vocabulary, of learning how to research, of listening to new music or watching stuff that I would never know of, of learning about different artist, becoming friends with some of them, of learning about different cultures and more than what I would learn in school or what should’ve been taught.

All I can say is...thanks for the follows. Thanks for the encouragement, the constructive criticism, for the hate *because that shit helped make me stronger*. Even for tolerating my dumb ass.....

Thank you.}

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NAME :  Nashita Ada Berishaj AGE : 33 SPECIES : Human/Witch GENDER : Female ORIENTATION : Bisexual PROFESSION :  Sniper Class for Reliable Excavation Demolition Team, Mann Co. (TF2 verse) | Herbalist/Natural healer (main verse)

————————————————————————- { physical aspects } BODY TYPE :  Voluptuous/built HAIR : Black/brown EYES : Hazel SKIN : Dark/milk chocolate skin, various scars HEIGHT : 5′6 —————————————————————————- { family } FAMILY : Husband (Sergej), ‘son’ Adwin SIBLINGS: None ANY PETS? : yes  [ x ]   ||   no  [  ] —————————————————————————- { skills } PHYSICAL PROWESS : Strong arms and back from bow and rifle gun usage, strong legs SPEED : (tf2 verse) Sniper speed  | can almost outrun a running bear (main verse)

—————————————————————————- { likes } COLORS : White, red, warm colors SMELLS : No preference (but loves the smell of earth after it rains) FOOD : Seafood gumbo DRINKS : Tea’s (mostly herbal or flora tea’s) ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES? :   yes  [x  ] || rarely  [  ]  || no  [  ]

—————————————————————————- { other details } SMOKES ? : yes  [  ]    ||   no  [  ]   ||   occasionally [ x ]   DRUGS ? : yes  [  ]   ||   no  [  ]   ||   occasionally  [ x ]   DRIVER LICENSE ? : yes  [  ]   ||   no  [ x]   EVER BEEN ARRESTED ? : no  [ x ]   ||   yes  [  ]   ||   almost/detained  [  ] —————————————————————————-

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((anyone who wants to do the thing)) 

....my Activity did a thing ^___^

((Nash’s new hair style))

((*massive groaning*))

((I think, for the first time on this blog, have I gotten concerned anons with this....stuff happening.

Don’t worry. I’m not gonna kill myself. Pretty sure I’m not gonna have anyone in the city say anything racist, sexist or anything else to me because I’m just not gonna leave the house *can’t since I don’t have transportation*.  If I MUST go out in public, then I’m going into the area’s that’s predominately black. If not, then I’m just gonna do the same thing I always do when in public: reading fanfic on my phone, do whatever I was sent out to get or do or just blatantly ignore people with my resting bitch face.))

This was not a good year for her.

Yes. Nashita knew that she probably should’ve spoken to someone about it. But who could she turn to? There were various morals in the supernatural community in the city. Most of them were sympathetic for what she did since some of them with children or grandchildren could understand the pain. But there were those who felt that she shouldn’t have done anything and let the dead stay dead.

But for what Sergej did? That was the straw that broke the proverbial camels back for her sanity. Or for whatever was left of it. The first sign was a massive disregard for her own health. Perhaps the main reason not alot of people said anything came from her mainly working from home and seeing people for a few terse moments. But the more obvious sign that something was wrong?

The choice to mark herself permanently again.

It was more of a quick decision when she was in the city. Seeing the parlor and designs in the window and figuring she didn’t want to go home just yet had her walk in. All of this was earlier in the morning. Now, it was later in the evening and a good portion of her back was bandaged to let her freshly marked skin to heal as she sat in front of the vanity.

Nudging at the bandage, Adwin whined, wanting to lick at the obvious bruising to comfort his mother. But that wasn’t the worst of it. He was obviously distraught because of her. While it was a joke that he was her familiar, which he wasn’t, it was still amusing that he picked up on social cues from her emotions.

“It’s fine, Adwin.” A wrapped hand rested on his scruffy head, looking at the tools in front of her, a strand of her hair wrapped around her finger. “Guess some things have to end, huh?”

Parting and dividing her hair was obviously the easy part. It was picking up the scissors where she started to second guess herself for a while. Looking at herself in the mirror for a moment, she frowned before grabbing a section of hair in one hand and, with a steadier hand, started cutting.

Looking back at this, she would realize two things. First, she probably should’ve had someone do this for her. Second, her actions were out of grief and not from wanting to change. Which would’ve been amusing to those who always bothered her about the length of her hair. Either out of jealousy or concern, she didn’t know nor care. 

After a painstakingly hour and more pain in her back and shoulders, she looked at herself in the mirror. This time, a good portion of the right side of her head was close shaved while the left side had the same length of her hair, but with more layer from the previous combing of her hair before she she started cutting.

With that done, she barely had the strength to wriggle out of her clothes before crawling in bed with one of Sergej’s shirts that was laying about. Not even a minute did she fall straight to sleep, leaving Adwin to curl up in his sleeping corner for a quick nap.