I am getting absolutely no notifications one on of my ask blogs, @rarely-cultist-eevees, so I am just going to promote it right here by saying that it would be great if I got more people liking, reblogging, asking, following, mentioning, and/or otherwise interacting with it.
The demon awakens from her long slumber among the melancholy and ominous lights. Her soul climbs from the darkened but light room. The beacon of the world illuminated by the cold darkness of evanescence. Pre-verberating echos mock the chimes of the present and future world(s). Balance is struck amiss in the chaotic undertone of the calm before the storm.
hello everybody…i normally dont do this type of thing loke ever but we have a huge problem
the woody collective has claimed minis blog, luckily the username was deactivated and @maccie is waiting the 24 hours to claim it but we have no clue if any other brandom blog will be absorbed, so i ask does anyone know the usernames for any deactivated brandom blogs not ones that are still up, or ones that were repurposed.
im going to tag every blog i can remember off the too of my head sorry if ypur deactivated i havent really been keeping up, but please lets keep our friends safe
*Light’s feet pound on the Tarmac, the sun sets over the horizon* *No one is on the street* *They get half way down the road when the apparate outside of Fox’s base* *Their wand is grip tight in their hand, the glare at the familiar building in front of them, some part of them crying out for them to stop*
She let her fingers run over the the address, outlining each character. She didn’t entirely feel at ease with this, but she wasn’t going to miss the opportunity. She’d just have to apologize for showing up to Fox’s address unannounced. She was beginning to wonder if all anons were quite so pushy? It wasn’t a problem, but it was a little confusing. She raised a hand and rested against the door before her, breathing in calmly before knocking on it. The knock was soft at first, her nerves egging them to be so, but the following knocks were moderate in noise volume. Well, she hoped they were anyways.