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Somewhat. I am semi alive. Alive enough to revive this blog at least! I feel like it needs a major overhaul, though. So in the next few days, expect some changes. I won't leave you blindsided, so I will let you guys know if anything major goes down!
If you have any suggestions on how to make my blog better, shoot me a message!
@desertbxtterfly
Humans fear that which they do not understand.
But what humans never consider is how those they do not understand fear them in turn.
Humans were far stronger, far more destructive than they ever care to acknowledge. Why else would his brethren flee from their grasp? Humanity leaves its mark on everything it touches - a deep, scorched brand devoid of hope and life.
Sinbad gasps, his hand pressed against his bleeding side. Bits of fur follow every hurried step, his large wolf-like ears pricking at the sound of faraway voices. He was able to put some distance away from his pursuers but it shouldn’t be long before they track him down.
No- - There was no way he’ll be captured! After all the sacrifices everyone made for him. He had to survive. He must…!
As if by some divine providence, Sinbad spots light streaming from an opened backdoor. He immediately sheds his coat, careful to leave most of his fur leading down a completely different direction before sneaking indoors.
Sinbad collapses into a bloodied, exhausted heap in the far corner. Time, he just needed a bit more time - came the werewolf’s final thoughts before passing out completely.
The blonde was not prone to leaving doors open. Windows, yes. But the evening had been too warm for his liking, so he begrudgingly left the back door of his small home open in order for a soft breeze to come through. He needed a better AC unit.
Shuffling into the kitchen with a yawn, he decided it was high time to close it. A hand reached for the open door, but something made him stop. Red droplets littered the floor. "Blood...?"
Indeed it was, and confused blue eyes followed the trail to a figure in the corner of the kitchen. He didn't even notice him before. Nadir shut the door silently and krept closer, heart thumping wildly in his chest. There was a strange man in his home, who was apparently bleeding. What should he do- call the cops? An ambulance? Why was he here?
Deep down, something- an intuitive feeling- told him not to involve anyone else. Perhaps he was finally losing it after too many late nights writing. Or it could be the caffiene talking. Whatever the case, the petite man found himself creeping away to grab his first aid kit, instead of the phone.
Returning to the hunched over man, Nadir reached out, wet rag in hand. "Mister...? Can you hear me? No...out like a light, huh? I am going to help you and clean you up, okay? Sorry if this hurts."
He set to work then, being as gentle as possible while cleaning and dressing his wounds. It took some time, and Nadir was surprised the other did not wake. But after a long while he was done, and he stood, heaving the man up as best he could and dragging him into the living room to his couch. A blanket was placed on him, and a glass of water set on the coffee table, in case he woke up. Groaning, Nadir stumbled back into the kitchen.
"I need to clean this up... And I just mopped, too."
Sahara (Morocco)
Send one for…
◉ - Your muse to catch mine crying
◎ - My muse to catch yours crying
● - Your muse to catch mine zoning out
○ - My muse to catch yours zoning out
◐ - Your muse to see mine have a violent breakdown
◑ - My muse to see yours have a violent breakdown
◒ - Your muse to see mine doing self-destructive behavior
◓ - My muse to see mind doing self-destructive behavior
◔ - Your muse to hold mine as they cry and shake
◕ - My muse to hold yours as they cry and shake
◖ - Your muse to kiss mine during a down moment
◗ - My muse to kiss yours during a down moment
⊗ - Your muse to hold mine back from self-destructive behavior
⊙ - My muse to hold yours back from self-destructive behavior
I have reached that point in my academic career where I sit there in class and look at my notes like
Not kidding, because that is what this semester has done to me. Turned me into the walking dead. The amount of coffee I have had to consume to function daily is a crime against humanity. lol but I got a bit of a break now so... Tada it me!
🌷- Alone
🥀- Dying
🤕- Injured/sick
☠️- Dead
🐥- Alive
😈- Possessed
👻- As a ghost
😼- Transformed into an animal/monster
🦋- In a joyful mood
☔️- In a somber mood
☀️- Overheated
☃️- Shivering from the cold
💫- Dazed and dizzy
💦- Crying
🍇- Extremely hungry
🏇🏻- Being chased
🗜- Stuck in a trap
🔮- In a dream
🛌- Bedridden
📖- Reading/studying
🎍- Tending to a shrine/visiting a grave
🌼- Caring for some plants
⭐️- Stargazing
☄️- In a dangerous situation
For the reverse, send “Savior”.
My cat loves holiday ribbons. So much so that we normally wait until the last minute to put bows and such on presents in fear that she will attack them. WELL my father got present happy today and forgot about the furry present dismantler. He happily wrapped some gifts and put them under the tree. Not even FIVE MINUTES LATER THE LITTLE PUFFBALL GRABS FOR A RIBBON AND RUNS, TAKING THE BOX WITH HER. We had to chase down my fat, beautifully annoying cat down because she ran away with a gift. Thankfully, we were able to retrieve it before it got damaged, but I think this was a great reminder to all of us not to put bows and ribbon on the presents until the last second. I love my cat but seriously wtf
For the reverse, send “Savior”.
🌷- Alone
🥀- Dying
🤕- Injured/sick
☠️- Dead
🐥- Alive
😈- Possessed
👻- As a ghost
😼- Transformed into an animal/monster
🦋- In a joyful mood
☔️- In a somber mood
☀️- Overheated
☃️- Shivering from the cold
💫- Dazed and dizzy
💦- Crying
🍇- Extremely hungry
🏇🏻- Being chased
🗜- Stuck in a trap
🔮- In a dream
🛌- Bedridden
📖- Reading/studying
🎍- Tending to a shrine/visiting a grave
🌼- Caring for some plants
⭐️- Stargazing
☄️- In a dangerous situation
Like for a chance to take the grumpy puss home ;)
Like for a chance to take the grumpy puss home ;)
Like for a chance to take the grumpy puss home ;)
Send “I don’t want to talk about it” for my muse to find yours instead.
