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fun fact for any of my followers that play elder scrolls i have a (sort of casual) timeline for the aedra/daedra if anyone is interested.

#id REALLy like it if someone joined as daedra tbh bc im the only person in the timeline rn.#mora is all alone.#ooc.#tbd.

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➻ home dossier rules

#;; gently promos my jason brody while i work on graphics and icons and s tar t e r s for him.#post; ooc.#post; tbd.

reminder my jason brody.

#post; ooc.#post; tbd.

s l i d e s in.

#;; IM SORR y for inactivity ive been moving things and playing all the new games i bought but garrett is pestering me to do things today.#post; text.#length; short.#verse; open.

if there’s one thing this city’s taught me, it’s that you can put a price on a n y t h i n g

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#thief rp #vg rp #indie rp #;; i'm so upset bc while i was making this it was nice and centered and now it looks like garbage.#post; ooc.#post; tbd.

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#;; OH NO ITS ERIN AND GARRETT AND IM SOBBING...#post; music.

pxisonx:

”You sure?”

Her watch on him is close, her gaze dark and cold. People going through her stuff never really bothered her; all the things she actually cared about weren’t here anymore. Anything that was needed for daily living was with her, but not the things that she had close to her heart.

"Because something tells me that I’m not gonna like what you’re taking from my house.”

"i'm plenty sure--well now, wouldn't that be just a pity?"

of course, it's rare that much of anyone likes the idea of being stolen from, but that is a fact that never once makes the taffer stray from his life choices. he walks a path that few would choose, after all, and he's rather proud of that fact--it's the only path he's ever known. there's a quick turn on his heel, a dart away, before he's out of sight, up along a darkened path within the home to search a different area in silence. he's no doubt she'll follow after, but he can at least deter her from his trail for a few moments.

#;; o mg stop it i'll swoon and start blushing and a bunch of gro ss stuff.#;; you're a wonderful rper as well! smooches your cheeks!!!!#pxisonx #post; thread.#length; short.#verse; infamous.

smjstyle

#post; image.#image; attire.#verse; modern.

pxisonx:

”Yeah, who?”

She’s getting suspicious, but Jess doesn’t stop him, just follows him. Her eyes watch him cautiously, as if she doesn’t trust him. She doesn’t trust him, no argument. But there was something different about him; something that told her not to make any hostile actions.

"a friend of a friend."

it's not a very detailed description, but it's the only one he's willing to provide to someone he neither knows nor trusts. what he desires from her possession should only be her concern because it's her possession, not who it is that has requested he snatch it. he knows the normal secret hiding places: behind shelves, under cushions, in cellars--but something tells him this task may be a bit more difficult.

"that much isn't really something you should be concerning yourself with, though."

#;; thank you a whole bunch ah.....#;; i was super insecure at first bc i didnt know any rpers to talk to and there's like 0 characters from thief around.#;; but im starting to get more comfy in garrett's shoes.#pxisonx #post; thread.#length; med.#verse; infamous.

{ i have been ｂｒｏｋｅｎ; more times than i dare to coυɴт. but i ＦＩＸ myself, & i get on with the job. }

#post; musing.#;; haha ah non.#;; no.

pxisonx:

”Funny, I haven’t said I’d send anything to anyone.”

She leans against the door frame, staring into his eyes. Jess’ waiting for a valid explanation, a statement that would conclude his being here. That smirk is still pasted on her face though. She likes people like this.

"must you?"

a lingering pause as eyes meet hers only briefly, only to flit away to blink the obnoxious focus from them. as a pregnant breath comes to an end, the taffer continues on his way, wondering through the house, steps habitually silent and stealthy as he slips from corner to corner.

"--someone requested something."

#;; a a bbbbb thank u. u wu #pxisonx #post; thread.#length; short.#verse; infamous.

ignisxphoenix:

"I don’t but you touched me out of nowhere and I freaked out.", it’s not like he wanted to hurt someone, the man just caught him by surprise. Delsin stares at the broken arm and rubs the back of his neck, "Sorry about that, dude."

"no need to apologize; i'll be fine." only verbally brushing it off, because physically shrugging would probably kind of hurt at the moment. he's got a few tricks up his sleeve to get this feeling better in no time; and, to add to that, garrett's always had a higher pain tolerance. "you wouldn't happen to know anyone that could help with getting this fixed up, would you?"

#;; be sorry delsin. you monster.#ignisxphoenix #post; thread.#length; short.#verse; infamous.

pxisonx:

"And what are you delivering?"

A sarcastic smirk crept onto her face, her eyebrows raised. Her arms crossed as she bit her lip, tilting her head waiting for him to answer.

"nothing. i'm picking up a package."

whatever expression she's adopting, he's not catching onto it. he doesn't prefer doors, but hell if that doesn't stop a thief from ransacking through the place as if there's some big secret to be found. (alright, he's not being that obvious. he's just peeking around. curious. that's all.)

#;; cries a lot over the stunning lack of thief rpers tbh. silent praying for a thief taker general one day........#;; do i do garrett justice though. crosses fingers.#pxisonx #post; thread.#length; short.#verse; infamous.

timerotten

"does this harness make me look fat?"

in all seriousness. alright, about ninety-percent seriousness. he may or may not have gotten a few comments on it. (lying. it's totally a joke, but stumbling on pretty ladies in his travels always ensures the perfect opportunity to break out of his shell for a rare change.)

#;; oh man this doesn't have to be too au bc they don't live too far apart.#;; time-wise i mean.#post; thread.#length; short.#verse; au.

ignisxphoenix

"so--do you break people's limbs on the norm, or--?" casually nurturing an injured limb now. thanks, beanie kid.

#post; thread.#length; short.#verse; infamous.

pxisonx:

”Is there any specific reason you’re at my door?”

"think of me as a delivery man."

because delivery men come dressed in nearly-all-leather attire regularly; not that he'll let that sway him from prancing in as if he owns the place.

#pxisonx #post; thread.#length; short.#verse; infamous.

like this for a short starter post whenever i get back!

#post; ooc.#post; tbd.#post; offline.#post; tracker.

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