||Hmm. I suppose I should make a proper announcement for this blog, huh?

For the forseeable future this blog is going to be low activity. That doesn’t mean I’ve abandoned it, I just haven’t had very much muse for my muses here at the moment and have been spending a lot more time on my other blogs. ( @battletowered​, @spikemuthanarchist, and @makosteeped. There’s also one I’m working on at the moment @starredmark as well.)

I still adore Joey and Kaiba, I just haven’t felt much like writing them or inspired by them. I’ll be back at some point– I know I will, I just need a little while to let them recharge naturally. I’ll pop back in every once in a while to get to replies when the mood strikes me, but for now just consider this blog super low activity. I’m always happy to receive asks for my muses though!

And no, no threads are being dropped, if you don’t want them to be. In fact I really enjoy the ones I have, I just am not going to be starting new ones unless the mood really strikes me. 

This isn’t goodbye, just a see you in a bit!||

||Hmm. I suppose I should make a proper announcement for this blog, huh?

For the forseeable future this blog is going to be low activity. That doesn’t mean I’ve abandoned it, I just haven’t had very much muse for my muses here at the moment and have been spending a lot more time on my other blogs. ( @battletowered​, @spikemuthanarchist, and @makosteeped. There’s also one I’m working on at the moment @starredmark as well.)

I still adore Joey and Kaiba, I just haven’t felt much like writing them or inspired by them. I’ll be back at some point– I know I will, I just need a little while to let them recharge naturally. I’ll pop back in every once in a while to get to replies when the mood strikes me, but for now just consider this blog super low activity. I’m always happy to receive asks for my muses though!

And no, no threads are being dropped, if you don’t want them to be. In fact I really enjoy the ones I have, I just am not going to be starting new ones unless the mood really strikes me. 

This isn’t goodbye, just a see you in a bit!||

||Hmm. I suppose I should make a proper announcement for this blog, huh?

For the forseeable future this blog is going to be low activity. That doesn’t mean I’ve abandoned it, I just haven’t had very much muse for my muses here at the moment and have been spending a lot more time on my other blogs. ( @battletowered​, @spikemuthanarchist, and @makosteeped. There’s also one I’m working on at the moment @starredmark as well.)

I still adore Joey and Kaiba, I just haven’t felt much like writing them or inspired by them. I’ll be back at some point-- I know I will, I just need a little while to let them recharge naturally. I’ll pop back in every once in a while to get to replies when the mood strikes me, but for now just consider this blog super low activity. I’m always happy to receive asks for my muses though!

And no, no threads are being dropped, if you don’t want them to be. In fact I really enjoy the ones I have, I just am not going to be starting new ones unless the mood really strikes me. 

This isn’t goodbye, just a see you in a bit!||

Well shit. It couldn’t have been nearly any other problem, now could it? Seto, of course, had virtually no idea what to say to this. He’d never had to deal with paying rent. He was already regretting this. But there had been no one else around and Seto did owe his former classmate. “I… see.” he said after a long span of silence had passed, just affirm that he had actually heard the statement. And possibly to stall for time, because he had no idea what to say next. Seto knew him saying anything on the matter would likely piss Wheeler off, just because of his status.

“I’m not going to pretend I know anything about what that’s like. You’d just take a swing at me if I tried.” He poked at the floating vegetables in his bowl. This was only getting more and more awkward. “But I do know it’s rough out there. And landlords aren’t exactly known for being… fair. There wouldn’t be millions of people in similar situations if everything worked the way it was supposed to.”

If Joey was paying for everything himself–which it sounded like he was–  when he had clearly been struggling before, Kaiba could only figure there was no one else willing to offer him help in whatever the home situation was. Definitely not good. “Did your landlord even give you due warning? Is there any way they’re breaking a small legal thing that could give you more time?”

   Joey snorted, considering making fun of Kaiba for being out of his depth for half a second before remembering that he was just as uncomfortable and unfamiliar with the situation as he was. So uncomfortable, in fact, that he squirmed just a bit where he sat.

   “She’s... not as bad as that, usually. She’s... warned me before. I don’t think she’s doing it because she wants to, she doesn’t really have much of a choice anymore...”

    There’s about a million things that Joey doesn’t add to that statement because it’s something that’s impossible to ask help for. At least, from where he’s sitting it is. What, precisely, was he supposed to say? That he’s covering for his dad who had accumulated years of debt thanks to borrowing from thugs and turning and running to spend it at the pachinko parlors? That he’s trying to keep them from beating the shit out of him or his dad? The same man who’d spent most of Joey’s life sneering at him because he was a reminder of a failed marriage and using him as a sounding board and punching bag.

    It didn’t make sense to Joey why he did it. How in the hell was he supposed to explain that reasoning to someone else? It was just... complicated, and his frustration showed on his face as he tried to find words why he couldn’t take something like this to the police if he wanted to. Besides, knowing Kaiba, Joey sincerely doubted that he’d have any sort of sympathy for his dad. Joey really shouldn’t have, either, but life wasn’t always black and white and he was still trying to sort those feelings on top of everything.

    “I don’t know, Kaiba.” Joey sighed, drumming his fingers on the tabletop nervously. “You know I’m not smart. Even if there was some kind of legal thing I could use to get myself out of it I’d fuck up trying to use it anyway. Besides it’s not like I’m an angel, exactly. The police know who I am. Or did you forget I used to be in a gang?”

  “That… certainly sounds difficult.” Ryou let his body fall from the shadows and into physical form once more, a rest while the stranger seemed to have his mind once more.

“I’m sorry if I startled you out here. I didn’t mean to cause any distress, just… well, it is quite unusual to find someone alone in a forest mentioning spirits. Suppose curiosity got the better of me.”

     Cashmere levels the other with a long, silent stare,  and then tips his head downward with a rumbling, hollow laugh, shaking his head.

     “I hope you won’t mind me saying this but it takes a certain kind of fool to go  chasing spirits after being warned they’re the sort that encourages eating humans.” Cashmere seemed to find some kind of humor in it-- he wasn’t going to say it to this stranger because he didn’t need to know, but it reminded him of himself in a way. He’d been warned once, long ago, to not go chasing spirits because it would mean his own demise.

    He hadn’t listened either, though, and now here he was.

    “Very little causes me distress anymore, but I have a hard time living with myself when I attack humans, though. I suppose even living a life several times over I still have some human left in me. It wouldn’t be wise to stick around long, though, I’m far from the only Wendigo in these woods, and I can only stay like this for the short time my body takes to process what I eat.”

||GOD BLESS IT WORKED FINALLY JFC||

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||Okay, forgive me again because it seems like tumblr has decided to not place certain things I post into tags and all of that. I’m going to give that promo one more try here and hopefully that will be the last time I have to post it somewhere other than on the blog it’s intended for. UnU;;||

||well I SEE that DIDNT WORK EITHER SO I GUESS FUCK ME THEN||

||Since tumblr is *Insufferable* I’m going to post one of my other blogs promos here so it shows up in the tags because it’s being a *pain in my ass*. Forgive the random and OOC post. </3||

||I have decided to move Vincent to a different blog since I wanted to add another Final Fantasy muse! Their new location is over at @makosteeped, and they should be more regularly active there than they are here.||

||I have played the remake for one(1) hour and I already want to add Cloud to my muse roster oof||

Perhaps this would all be basically for naught. Kaiba knew there was a high chance that if he even got Joey out of the cold that the would just sit in silence as other sulked. Still, better inside than out in the cold where he may get frostbite.

“I don’t doubt it.” he replied with a curt nod. “Follow me. I know a place.” With that, he turned and started walking again, but not without checking the Joey was actually following. When they got to the small place, he ordered some soup and set a bowl down in front of his old classmate before sitting down across from him. “If you don’t eat it at least use it to warm your fingers before they fall off.”

He paused, not quite sure how to proceed after that. “As I said, you don’t have to say another word to me, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to know why you seem so intent on freezing yourself into an icicle. Even if you want to just…talk at me, that’s an option.”

Brilliant. Truly a master wordsmith. Gods, if only he were better with this sort of thing for these moments.

     Joey did sit silently, though his surprise was obvious on his face when Kaiba sat the food in front of him. His stomach turned at the thought of eating, but he did cup the sides of the bowl with his hands. He’s looking down into the broth as if it’s going to give him answers, and it’s only then that he realizes how much of a tired, pathetic mess he looks like.

     He sighs. He doesn’t want to talk, but he knows he should. He knows he feels better when he does. Maybe it’s against his better judgement to spill his guts to Kaiba, but when has his judgement ever been good anyway? He’s still staring resolutely down into the soup as he starts talking.

     “My landlord is evicting me.” He says it rather flatly. There’s not any real emotion to his voice because he’s not letting there be. He’s still stuck in that surreal feeling-- the one he always gets when something bad happens, like the world is trying to collapse at the edges. “I’m just tired. I know you could figure out by just digging because you own Domino, but I’m working two fucking jobs and I can’t support myself and...” Joey trails off, his mouth snapping shut because he doesn’t want to bring his dad into it. “I’m exhausted. I’ve been trying to deal with everything but it seems like I’m just stuck. I don’t have anywhere else to go and I’m tired of fighting all the time just to stay afloat.”

      It was very raw. Joey was irritated at himself because he just let it spill, as if the situation was that simple but... he was overflowing. He was full to bursting at the seams and if he didn’t let it out then he really would explode.

“Yes, I know.” He remarked. “I’ll make sure to be extra careful when I’m on your property, but it’s not like I’m going to sue you or anything,” Ryou remarked as he followed him. Watching him test his weight on the crossbeam. He knew hadn’t had any problems at all with it, but Seto was taller than him and probably had more weight than he did. So, He watched him carefully to make sure nothing bad happened to him.

     “You may not, but that won’t stop any living relatives from doing it if they think its a good way to make some money.” Kaiba might be letting his own bias show a bit there, but he was so used to being used and tossed away by family members that it hardly phased him at all.

     He seemed to find another stable patch of floor, so he stepped out into the center and checked the rooms on either side of him.

     “I believe this is the last of it.”

The One with the Magic and the One with the Money

  Well. That was certainly something to watch. Ryou adverted his eyes, frowning at the noises the animal made even after it was finished- but hearing words had him turning back, head tilted.

“Hard to have things beaten into my head when it could pass right through it.” He hummed, sounding not at all bothered by events. No, he still sat in a nearby shadow, chin propped up in his hand, as if it were any other day. At least that helped to press down what nerves he was feeling, which wasn’t as much as he would have thought- perhaps due to the drain being in the shadows caused.

  “I’m not as weak as I was last night, now that I’ve rested.” A frown. “Are you feeling better, though?”

     Cashmere frowns at his lackadaisical response to him as he tries to wipe the sticky feeling of blood off of his face. With his wits about him, he felt gross about this, but desensitized.

     “Better?” Cashmere laughs bitterly, frowning and kneeling to wipe his hands in the snow, seemingly bothered by the way the cold bites into his skin. “I suppose as better as I can. I’m a monster. I eat raw flesh to live and that’s only enough to sustain me for a little while. It’s about the best I can be, anymore.”

||Heavy breathing||

||So, unforutnately it seems like the tumblr beta update decided this was the blog that it was going to pick on. I’m not sure what went wrong along the line, but somehow it seems like unless I use this account in an incognito window OR on mobile its seems like it’s just... permanently going to boot me right back out of my own account.

It’s not a cookie or settings issues, and it XKit hasn’t been able to unfuck the situation so... honestly I’m not really sure what to do in this situation. I don’t want to wind up deleting this account, cause that would suck. I literally just remade this blog a couple of months ago when the LAST version of it had issues with tumblr code, and I’m not sure if this is something I’m going to be able to wait out.

So I suppose some advice would be appreciated because I’m not real sure where to go from here. I would like to come back-- I love Joey and Kaiba, and I do still have muse for them, but this whole situation has me dragging my feet and Im... not sure what to do.||