#(no i won't)

[energ00n]

shrugs

[aluminia]

I was about to make a very stupid post, you are all lucky I have self control

[gioia-writes-and-others]

🦐🦐 WRITING + ART / Whatever day / SHARE / Mixed Fried flavor 🦐🦐

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🧡🧡 Shout-out to @the-golden-comet for Friday Kiss/writing share, art Friday Kiss share and Seven sentences Sunday TWICE + @willtheweaver for Last line 🧡🧡 and whoever I probably missed out

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I could just write them OCs talking so I decided to share a few snippets dialogue

Wip TSA/The scarred angel (draft zero)

(Abuela to Ashley ?...)

Child I'm far older than you, I have much more of that canvases surface to look into it….

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Ashley

If I get to achieve what I want I really don't care what happens next…

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Ashley to Amy (?)

Oh you can have a soulbound with someone even if your someone in question turns out to be crazy as fuck. Or an assassin. Or a drug lord....

Soulbounds are independent from what one is or does for you but a lot of people tend to misunderstand that shit.....

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Herrera to Amy

..... Another drag on the cigarette : "I tried to talk her out of it, insisting that she had to report it, I even got to the point of getting angry at her...."

Herrera sounds rather frustrated at the recollection : "Goes without saying it was like pissing in the wind."

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Morales to whoever is keen to listen (and to Amy and Herrera)

Morales blurts out : "Migration is increasing, each surge is worse. Mind my words, cartels fear nothing. Debt bondage is just one of their things and by consequence another plague of many for us .... and the higher spheres can squandering time and probe as much they want, they're defective!"

For the ART SPECIAL THANKS to :

@wyked-rebellion for helping me with IbisPaint (and you're tagged too 😉)

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Show me what are you up to (Np) and have a drink too 🍻☕🍷☕ 🍹🍻 :

@kiennwrites @gaslightwestern @spottedleech

@bi0mass @tragedycoded @legalownerofufoemoji

@dragoninatrenchcoat @bluefiredesire @aalinaaaaaa

@illarian-rambling @lunaeuphternal @zackprincebooks

@vesanal @jev-urisk @badscientist

@peach-the-gospel @jacobwren @inadequatecowboy

@orphanheirs @riveriafalll @saturnine-saturneight

@cowboybrunch @words-after-midnight @the-letterbox-archives

@angofwords @topazadine @aintgonnatakethis

@deanwax @thecomfywriter @leahnardo-da-veggie

@lychhiker-writes @avaseofpeonies @alinacapellabooks

@mapplesand @kaeru483 @lullabynorth

@theeccentricraven @dnschmidt

@keeping-writing-frosty @ryns-ramblings @aspiring-dreamer

@rivenantiqnerd @pertweefan1970 @agirlandherquill

@innerthoughtsmonologue @noxxytocin + OPEN

[frankensteinposm0]

i'll find the Tweek to my Craig this year I swear

[arsene-fixates]

can i hide with you instead i'll be so normal about it I Promise.

[greenbellala]

My inner voice is screaming at me: "Come on, do it like the first time!" wdym bro? Working 10-hour-shifts at the hospital, dancing and partying all night long, walking 7 km home, and running 10 km without eating anything, even refusing to drink some water, so I could reach my new lw every week? Passing out for two or three days, sleeping, feeling sad and depressed, just to go to work and do this all over again? I'm fine, thanks.

[imperatorrrrr]

tagged by my the best, better than all the rest @lilyrizzy

Last Song: Zealots of Stockholm by Childish Gambino

Favorite Color: Purple

Last TV Show: Daredevil

Last Movie: probably a Bollywood movie...Dhoom Dhaam, I think?

Last Book: probably Scherer's latest practice guide for Landlord-Tenant Law

Favorite Flavor: Mango? I'm a basic brown girl. I dunno I like all sorts of flavors. Coffee as a flavor but as a drink.

Tea or Coffee: Chai, always, or like matcha

Currently Working On: my NicoJack redacted fic which will see the light of day, it will, if I open the document ever again. also thinking about doing a powerpoint about why Nico should get the Selke.

Relationship Status: I fall in love on the subway everyday, but I am still single

Last Thing I Googled: "egon ghostbusters" because I think the new Devil looks like him

Looking Forward To: postseason hockey, got a wedding I'm going to next month, @devilssacrament is visiting so we are adventuring for the next week or so

Current Obsession: hockey, always. F1, now as well. white cheddar flavored popcorn.

tagging @rohruh @forgottenflowers @dartducks @offside-the-lines and @jeanie-g

[mambafidget]

I've made so many of these

[vanglaggle]

geno is so cute....... this will affect the trout population

[energ00n]

More WIP but this time it's me flabbergasted how inconsistent I am

[mafiasliege]

I dare you to let me go

(this is part 4 of my fic! Enjoy reading!)

Part 3 ↓

JAMESON

October is the best time Jamie had been to Scotland. Over the years, he'd visited vantage many times. It was built on a coastal cliff not too far from a lovely cove. The pleasant sunny days right before winter starts were the best. The beaches were perfectly warm and cliff-jumping into the water was a wonderful activity. At least, those are the inputs the Viscount Branford offered, except the cliff-jumping part, that was all Jameson. Branford had actually advised against it, which Jameson did not heed to, of course.

His relationship with his father may be tragically non-existent now, but his uncle made up for some of it. He'd never admit it, but he would have loved having him in his life growing up.

He'd landed in Scotland two days ago. And on the third, he'd started feeling lonely on his own and decided to dial up a redheaded Viscount who happened to be in Scotland too.

"You outdid yourself today" Jameson said, draining the last of the scotch and gesturing two fingers at the bartender.

"I did. And it looks like you can outdrink me. Tell me, was that your way of indirectly congratulating me for absolutely trouncing you at motocross?"

"In my defence, I may have underestimated you."

"And why is that?" Jameson's uncle raised a brow that reminded him too much of Grayson.

They must be worried, he thought, and then,

Stop it.

"Because you're an old man" he shrugged, to which they both ended up laughing. The drinks might be to blame, too.

7 seconds of silence died when Simon asked, "Why are you here, nephew? Surely it's not only to spend time with "an old man," as you put it."

To that, Jameson said nothing. Until a word stole his attention.

"You show up completely unannounced, and without your beloved heiress in tow, which makes me think there was a squabble, perhaps?"

"It's none of your business" he retorted with controlled fury.

"And yet I am here."

Maybe it was, in fact, the drinks, but Jameson told him everything. His uncle listened patiently. He didn't offer Jameson any advice, and at the moment, that was exactly what he needed.

After Jameson was done talking now than he probably ever did in his life, simon spoke, "are you staying at Vantage tonight as well?"

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Jameson made it back to Vantage sometime around sunset. He always noticed, it looked so beautiful from the castle towers, or the cove. He'd considered proposing to Avery there, but then things had turned out the way they were now. He had left in such a hurry, he wasn't even sure he'd taken the ring with him, or at least hidden it away.

He couldn't hide anything from Avery, if he tried. That wasn't the problem now, though.

Now she just didn't care enough to look.

He parked the convertible in the garage built in the massive yard in front of the castle, alongside several other vintage cars that were too beautiful to be real. He discovered his affinity for vintage cars at an auction, where one of the items open for bidding was the 1962 Corvette Stingray he drove just minutes ago. The garage was huge, and a newer addition. It became a necessity because of the random thunderstorms he'd witnessed there. It was by the seaside, after all. The weather changed by the hour.

"Jameson?"

He could recognise that voice anywhere.

No. That can't be right.

He turned around to see a blur of brown hair and a worried face, and before he knew it, he was enveloped in a hug.

"You're okay" she said, much like she was trying to reassure herself. It felt nice to be hugged by her, but it was overtaken by the feeling that it took him flying off to another country for her to hug him spontaneously. So he pulled away.

He could get a good look at her now. She looked like hell. Disheveled hair, like she'd been running her fingers through it. Movements of her body that screamed exhausted. Puffy eyes from lack of sleep.

Or crying.

Jameson had seen and lived every kind of hell there is, but Avery crying made his heart break a little more every time, even when he thought it was already broken. By her, no less.

Don't fall for it. Resist it.

"Why are you here?"

"You suddenly disappear out of nowhere, you inform no one, fly off to god-knows-where on your plane you told no one you had. I was worried as hell" she fell a little short on breath, which made that last part sound even more distressed than it was. Her voice was rough too, like she had a cold. Or as if she'd been shouting.

His breath stuck at a mental image of a panicked Avery wandering around looking for him. It was so contrary to the distant, disinterested woman he'd sadly gotten used to.

If only she cared so much before.

"When did you come home?" He retorted, pushing away his thoughts, and a crumbling desire to comfort her.

"Jameson-"

"When?" He repeated.

Avery swallowed, "Eleven." He scoffed. Of course she showed up 4 hours after she was supposed to. Again. "I'm sorry, okay? I really am. I got held up by the-"

"See, that's the thing. There's always somewhere that need visiting or something that needs fixing or someone that needs saving. And you've put it above me, above us, every single time."

She seemed taken aback, and a little pale.

"Everything at both the foundations depends on me, Jameson, everything."

"So did I. But not anymore."

Avery looked even more pale now. And scared, more scared than she looked the many times people had tried to kill her. He felt a slight pang of guilt, looking at her scared expression.

You have nothing to feel guilty about.

"What is that supposed to mean?" She whispered, a tear rolling down her cheek. He pushed back the urge to wipe it away. He hated being the reason of her tears, even though she'd been the reason for so many of his. He sucked in a long breath.

"It means we can't be together anymore."

[martitheevans]

I should tag every post I have ever made with heydanandphil it would be funny (to me and nobody else)

[sauntering-down]

maybe tonight i'll start writing the silly self-indulgent story i've been putting off for three years.

[dyingtobehim]

i will finish this fic if it's the last thing i do

[hope-ur-ok]

The girls (Palkia and Dialga) are fighting again