do you have a main blog?
If you mean like a personal, ehhh. Not really? I’m most active on @buryingthebodies and if I do use a personal in the future it will be @julibears, which is a sideblog to my art blog. I use it for inspo and art reference right now.
Thank you so much for all the knowledge you've shared 🌸 It's much appreciated 🌸
It was my pleasure. ♥
I'm so sad you're leaving 😭
Sorry friend. I’m not gone from Tumblr. I still RP, just in another fandom. I’m over at @buryingthebodies in the TF2 world and you can find my art blog at @julepart
And for friends and mutuals I’ve known a long time, you’re free to add me on Discord at Bear #7300. I don’t like to lose touch.
I tried to reboot my Deadshot blog recently and that didn’t pan out great either, but I might try again sometime. He’s at @morebullets so. Keep an eye out. If I ever remake a Talia RP blog, I’ll be sure to come back and post about it here.
Archived.
This will surprise no one, but I’m shutting down this blog. Officially. It will be archived because I know a lot of my essays and whatnot are floating around, and I want them to have a home.
Every time I come here, I just get frustrated and sad. I feel replaced, or forgotten, or just depressed.
I’m tired of fighting it.
SIGHING
I’m debating back and forth between giving this blog one more shot at actually being a roleplay blog, or just archiving it/converting it into a Talia appreciation blog.
It’s just tough when most of my connections are gone, and I don’t know if anyone even wants to bother w/ me at this point lmao no one likes a flake who shows up every few months to reblog their face claim right.
I don’t want to delete; there’s too much content that I’m proud of here.
EH.
I just cut down on people I follow who are inactive and I’m down to 62 lmao so I need to follow new people??
I’m going to go through my followers later and stuff later but if you see this, send me some recs okay
Henna for @arabian-batboy
I’ve been waiting for her.
NICOLAS JEBRAN Couture Fall/Winter 2017
“Beloved.”
An age-old endearment, tested by years of strife and heartbreak. But still steady. Reliable. It might as well be his name. Talia glances, a motion elegant. A question hovers unspoken on her lips.
In an instant, it is gone, and the confidence of a CEO emerges with nothing more than an adjustment of posture.
“I would ask if you’re surprised to see me. But you’re never surprised, are you, Bruce?”
Talia
“It is your name, is it not?” Talia replied, her tone bordering on catty. It wasn’t that she disliked Richard Grayson. Their history was simply as odds, filled with friction and misaligned perspectives. It lead to some tension.
A breath, and her face calmed. “You look well. Do you still mentor my son, or have you given up trying to impress your ideals in his head?”
Pot, meet kettle.
“It is, but literally everyone else just calls me Dick.” He wasn’t sure why she seemed so distant, especially bringing up things about Damian. Of all people be around Damian he was probably the best one, he truly loved him as a brother.
“You are aware I don’t put him through tests or anything, he’s my brother and I treat him as such. I don’t spend all day filling him with weird ideals and radical decisions, I treat him as they family he is and, as crazy as it sounds, I do love that kid.”
“I am aware, Richard.” and she didn’t seem to care. Talia folded her arms, weight shifting to her left foot. The shift in her expression was minute, from irritable to neutral...or perhaps a bit melancholy.
“I know that you do. Truth be told, I know you have been very good to him, especially in the...absence of his parents. Perhaps I owe you a debt for that, Richard,” she almost seemed to be dropping his name on purpose. Passive aggressive, maybe.
Or teasing. It was difficult to tell.
“I simply dislike anyone who further steals my son from me.”