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        scotch.    i’m gonna try and be active here in the next couple days.    hopefully tomorrow,  as it should be fairly relaxed after my mother rides in the morning.    but for now,  you guys can find me here or here.

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ineffablemum‌  /  HER.

“I know that you’re not responsible or reliable.” SHE almost laughs. It was almost funny for a human to say that when their egos often kept them from admitting fault. The same could be said for HER though so SHE doesn’t like to think about that part. “I mean…just look at the melting of the polar caps. Do you have ANY IDEA how long I spent on those? An hour!  I mean, for Heaven’s Sake, watch yourselves. pay attention to what’s going on.”

        the tone was almost accusatory,  as if he was to blame for most of it,  but jaime could tell HER frustration was directed mostly towards those that SHE wasn’t talking directly too.    hell,  if he had anything to do with the world going to shit,  it was simply because of his behavior when he drank.    even then,  wasn’t that much to it.    “    might want to tell the people that are more actively working to melt them.    i mean,  a quarter of the world’s population is pretty stupid and thinks that the cause of them melting isn’t something humans did.    ”

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notevil‌  /  antichrist.

    “i wish it were you.” it’s a quiet utterance. “i just want to be a normal kid.” but he knew that was not how fate worked out in the end. 

        “    i get that.   all i wanted when i was growing up,  but you seem like you’ve got a pretty good life going on besides the whole power thing.    a dog,  good friends,  nice house to go home to.    ”    things jaime had only every dreamt of for himself in his youth.

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viiago‌  /  soft vampire.

   ——— —          ❛     OH,   THANK  YOU.      ❜       he’s  genuinely  flattered.    despite  being  MOCKED  often  and  accused  of  being  soft,    he  believes  he  doesn’t  have  to  be  a  particularly  frightening  vampire  when  he  doesn’t  NEED  to  be.          ❛     you  know,    that’s  a  little  bit  of  a  STEREOTYPE,  i  think.   i  know  a  lot  of  very  nice  vampires.   i  also  know  some  fantastically  evil  ones,   and  some  that  are  sort  of  just  a  mild  nuisance.      ❜          a  lot  seemed  to  be  the  latter.           ❛     i  understand  you  work  with  DEMONS  ?      ❜

        “    vampires come in all shapes and sizes,  just like people do,  huh??    ”    that shouldn’t surprise him.    demons were very much the same way,  and he had seen a wide variety of people and demons within his lifetime.    a kind vampire was just a nice turn of events for him.    jaime nodded when he was asked about working with demons and his hands stuffed into his pants pockets.    “    more like i work for them,  really.    they get a job that needs to be done and pass it on to me.    i’m kinda like a contractor for them.    ”

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tcmbstoned‌  /  actress.

       ❝ THE THEATRE BUSINESS IS pretty cutthroat. ❞  but still, that idea makes her smile again, a soft laugh peeling through the actress’ lips.  ❝ i think i would have been escorted out if i had done that — though the face he would have made… i wish i could have seen it. ❞  a short pause, and lillian tilts her head, his accent was close to hers, but it didn’t exactly MATCH…  ❝ — where in england are you from? ❞ 

        “    probably would’ve gotten a real good laugh if you did that.    i mean,  you’d be laughing but i think they’d be right miffed.    ”    if she had done something like that,  all jaime would have wanted was to be able to see it.    when she asked where he was from,  it took him a moment to remember where the church was,  not having paid a lot of attention to the area except when he was getting out of it.    “    preston.    what about you??    ”

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captainrcgrs‌  /  cap’n.

                           Reluctant   agreement   can   be   seen   on   his   face,       he   can   see   the   point   Jaime   is   trying   to   make.       Steve   wonders   what   push   people   to   sell   their   soul,       what   could   make   them   so   desperate   ?       He   would   not   trade   his   soul   for   anything,       he   knows   better.       &&       he   had   suffered,       could   have   chosen   the   easy   way   but   there’s   no   easy   way,       it’s   only   delaying   the   inevitable.       ❛   You  might  have  a  point.  Still,  you  can’t  be  surprised  when  they  defend  themselves.  They  are,  after  all,  stupid  enough  to  sell  their  soul.   ❜         

        he had to concede to that.    if they were stupid enough to sell their soul in the first place,  then they were damn stupid enough to fight once the time to pay up came.    it shouldn’t surprise jaime,  and to some extent it didn’t.    but irritation was still abound whenever he had to do his job.    at the very least,  he hoped the demons he worked for were just too busy to do it themselves instead of just pushing all their work onto him.    “    i know.    can you blame me for wanting the job to go just a little bit easier??    i mean,  it’s not like i’m saving the world or anything too hard.    ”

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deadlcrd‌  /  overworked boy.

    NO HESITATION, NO SHAME, to reach up to the towering god in his kitchen and scoop up some forgotten icing from his chin. And thorough: to make sure that nothing is left that could embarrass him later. Hades is taken aback, an expression of surprise on his face, mouth held half open for those beats of a minute. And then it’s done. Jaime being Jaime. And if there were a heart beating in Hades’ chest, he would feel it hammering. 

   He’s recovered, watching the back of his head as Jaime goes to put away the rest of the utensils and the cooking things. Hades heaves his chest and wipes a hand down the front of his face, dramatic.     ❛ NOTHING. That’s my problem. I’ve met all of my meetings and it’s winter and everything is going fine. You know how busy I am. I’m crawling up the walls.  ❜ 

        the expression that crossed over the other’s face was something jaime missed as he walked away,  as well as any other emotion that may have crossed over his features at that moment.    upon realizing what he had done,  he was fairly embarrassed himself,  the tips of his ears burning lightly before it was gone.    when hades started talking,  jaime knew they could move on with the conversation without that being mentioned and he smiled to himself.

“    almost sounds like you want something to happen just so you have something to do.    i could always go out and cause a lil mayhem if that’s what you’re looking for.    ”    he teased,  turning over his shoulder to look to the other with a grin on his lips before his attention was back to the utensils.    once everything was away,  jaime’s body turned and he leaned his back against the counter.

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        scotch.    so,  another busy night has me exhausted as shit and replies are bleh.    you can catch me in the IM until i pass out.

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tcmbstoned‌  /  stranger.

        ❝ A PLAY, ACTUALLY. ❞  SHE smiles at the thought, knowing she’d done a good job and was most likely going to get a callback. it was about time, too, she was running low on funds.  ❝ they wanted everyone to be clean, no glasses — no jewelry. i forgot and when i walked in the director almost blew me up with his eyes. he was… so mad. ❞  

        “    sounds like it was just an honest mistake   --    can’t see why he’d get so mad.    s’not like you went on stage in your birthday suit and mooned him.    ”    perhaps not something he should be saying to someone he just met,  but vulgarity was a part of his daily life and something that was as much a part of his speech patterns as his own accent was.

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speaksghost‌  /  twinsies.

“you what?” the other man wasn’t going to get an opportunity to answer that question, because klaus wasn’t going to allow enough silence between the question and a chance to answer it. “that doesn’t make any sense,” or it did and he just wasn’t trying to make sense of it. klaus leaned lazily against the door frame he stood in, answering the front door like he practically owned his father’s home. the bastard was dead - someone might as well have. the way he saw it one of them had to, there was an inheritance in there somewhere. “whatever you’re selling we don’t want any of it.”

        oh,  this was going to be fun.    after talking once to the dead bastard who once owned both the house and the academy,  he should have figured the children would be jaded.    the man was a right prick and gladly voiced his disappointment for this one in particular,  hence why jaime was there.    klaus seemed to only just breach the surface of his powers and reginald figured he could help him out.    sighing as he stood on the doorstep,  jaime rubbed at his eyes with one hand.    “    not selling anything,  mate.    i talked to your old bastard on the other side and he wants me to teach you how to use your powers.    ”

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isdamned‌  /  hilarious.

floyd SNORTS . ‘ sounds just as complicated as real life . fucking demons must be having a BALL running the place . ’ he doubts he’s one of the innocent people . ‘ well , no need t’worry . you’ll get MY sorry ass to hurt when my time comes . ’ any time now , really , but he’s been saying that for YEARS . floyd’s life could end tomorrow , or five years from now . tomorrow is REALLY the more likely option . seems fucked up to him that only that many people go to heaven .

he figures anyone who manages not to do anything evil deserves SOME kind of reward . too many people don’t BOTHER , floyd included . maybe even zoe won’t get into heaven . but at least she won’t suffer in the afterlife . ‘ so what IS required ? gonna suck out my soul to get a taste of it ? need a sample of my essence ? ’ he needles . he doesn’t know shit about the PROCESS , but it seems stupid as hell . no pun intended .

        if only he knew how much most of the demons seemed to actually hate their jobs,  or at least the conditions in which they had to do them.    it was why jaime had a living himself.    if they didn’t outsource some of the work even every so often,  they would have been driven up the wall and the earth would have faced much worse than it does to itself.    a human’s own self destruction was nothing compared to a demon’s wrath.    this wasn’t something the other had to be filled in on,  though.    let him think whatever he wanted for now.

“    you really have a powerful imagination,  mate.    i don’t need to do any of that shit.    ”    jaime’s face contorted a bit as he thought about the lengths he would have to go to just for that,  and in what manner it would have to be approved by the demon he was working for.    “    i’m just here to check up on you,  make sure your heart’s still ticking and see how long your life expectancy is.    it’s pretty easy to tell with most people just by looking at them.    ”

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likeprotege‌  /  lil prick.

        ❝  more like a wankstain,    i think.    mean that in the best sort of way.  ❞    a compliment, as far as he’s concerned;    he takes the observation as praise.    ❝  yeah.    s’pose i do,    every now ‘n then.  ❞    oh,    he runs amok across the streets of south london kicking up chaos in his wake;    a decent amount of trouble just manages to scratch the surface.     ❝  makes things fun,    don’t it?  ❞

        “    i like that one...    wankstain.    ”    never heard that before,  in a positive manner or any other way.    it was enough to broaden the grin on his lips as a laugh escaped.    jaime was glad to learn this guy was about as much of a troublemaker as him as well,  in the other’s own way.    “    i get that.    what’s life without a bit of fun every so often??    ”

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viiago‌  /  cool vampire.

    ——— —          ❛      OH,   NOT  TO  WORRY,   I  AM  VERY  ORGANIZED.      ❜       it’s  something  viago  is  proud  of,  despite  a  few  of  his  own  tracking  mistakes  somewhere  around  the  turn  of  the  twentieth  century.    he  more  or  less  had  it,  give  or  take  a  few  years.                   ❛     we  like  to  do  birthdays  at  our  house,  anyway.   even  petyr’s.   we  just  celebrate  his  on  halloween.      ❜

        this guy was probably more organized than most demons he worked with.    he seemed to strive to get their dates as best as he could meanwhile his demons would give him a name and a picture but leave him to gather the rest alone.    not that he complained about the work,  it was something to do.    but this was pretty neat.    “    i’ve gotta say,  you’re not like what most people think of vampires.    nice,  soft,  even caring.    ”

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        “    so you’re a witch??    s’that like in tune with nature witch or working with satan sort of thing??    met many a fair share of the latter so please don’t be one of those.    ”    he really didn’t need to deal with another one of those nutjobs.        /        @witchduty.

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        scotch.    also    SHIPPING CALL    if any of y’all are interested.

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        scotch.    okay,  so since i was able to get my drafts done,  who wants a STARTER??