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Adrien Ivanov | 19 | Shapeshifter

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@corafischer-wixen

Okay, guys! I’m gonna tell you what I did when downloading XKit, & hopefully it’ll simplify things for you. It’s going under a readmore because wow this shit is long.

1. Download XKit. 2. Visit the tumblr dashboard. 3. Let it install itself. 4. Click the XKit button in the upper right hand corner. 5. Take the tour if you want; you can skip it otherwise. 6. Click on One-Click Postage. UNINSTALL. 7. Click on Tweaks. UNINSTALL. 8. Click on Go-to-Dash. UNINSTALL. 9. Go to Get Extensions. 10. Install EDITABLE reblogs. If you install edible reblogs, you’ll end up with loaves of bread on your dash. 11. Install TAG TRACKING+. 12. Install Blacklist (optional; similar to Tumblr Saviour). 13. Go to My XKit -> Tag Tracking+ 14. Disable it. DO NOT UNINSTALL IT. 15. Scroll down and uncheck Show Tags in Sidebar. 16. That’s it! Blacklisted tags can be added by pressing ‘alt+B’ on the dashboard.

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ooc;;

after years I’ve finally succumbed & downloaded XKit. Why didn’t I do this sooner

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{ arrowsandgin; }

Ryan blushed a little, so touched was she by the sentiment. “Aye,” she said softly, and let the subject drop.

“It’s an apartment, but a spacious one. If ye’ became uncomfortable, I’d expect you to tell me right away, and we could leave.”

“I think I’ll be fine,” he said hesitantly, shoving his hands in his pockets. “M’sorry if I . . can’t turn back, yeah? Like I said, haven’t been able to since I got here . . But, still, lead th’way.”

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{ dawsonkelley; }

It’s like she couldn’t escape it, the news, it was everywhere. People died and went missing all the time, right? She didn’t know what made these people so special. Sure, she could sympathize with their families and friends. It was sad, she got that, but she had never been the type to mourn complete strangers. Had this been someone in the Pack, it would have been a different story. She would have raised hell. These were just strangers, people she never knew and probably would never meet.·Rolling her eyes at the television, Dawson stood up from the table she was sitting on, then jumped down from the bench. turning to glance at the person next to her.

“Way to kill my vibe. That’s what they say right? I was going to say it killed my mood, but then I remembered the vibe. It’s all about the vibe. Wait– is it too soon to use the word killed ironically? Social constructs are so strange here, am I right?”

“How do dead people kill your . . vibe?” he questioned, brows furrowed. “I dunno; I . . I think so? I don’t, um, do people much. People aren’t my thing, I guess.”

Adrien looked over at the television, not quite sure what to make of the whole situation. “Do people die here . . often? I dunno. S’kinda strange, so many people just . . gone.” Not dead, necessarily, but missing, disappeared in some way.

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I casually copied down the old ooc list because I don’t actually know anyone’s name

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ooc;;

omg why does this happen with every rp I join

is it too early to do this?? hhh I’m in a lot of other good supernatural rpgs, so I’m just gonna?? Post ‘em here?

tartarusrpg eastportrp thedefeated-rpg

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－ｆｌｅｅ

Inside; he had to get inside. Adrien’s mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, and they just kept getting louder. Unable to escape them where he was, he ran down the street, only to pause in front of the first building he spotted. With haste, he yanked open the door and darted inside, slamming it shut behind himself and locking it.

Only then did he turn to see where he was, at which point he froze, gaze landing upon another person. “–Shit, sorry.”

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{ arrowsandgin; }

Her normal method when calming someone down would be to touch them, generally their shoulder or hand, but seeing as Adrien was a special case, she devised a new strategy. Ryan smiled, “No, really, I am fine. It’s strange how fine I am, with all of it. I didn’t mean to upset ye’.”

With a nod, she stood. “We could go t’my place, if ye’ like. I couldn’t bring m’self to go very far from it, so it’s just across the road, there. Would that be OK?”

“M’not upset ‘cause of that; s’cause someone hurt you,” he mumbled, scuffing his shoe against the ground.

“Y-Yeah, your place works. S’fine. Just-- haven’t been 'nside a home for a couple years, so . . might be weird, sorry.” Adrien flashed her a nervous grin, trying not to look too anxious about it. It was just a home; things couldn’t be too bad.

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{ dash-for-cash; }

    “You good mate?” The question was simple, but the boy’s demeanor was far from. He was twitchy, anxious even and Dash didn’t need to be a warlock to sense that. 

    “What? Y-Yeah, fine. Great. Awesome.” Adrien shoved his hands in his pockets, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot. “You good?”

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Surprise, Surprise / Jude & Adrien

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{ judeevxns; }

@shapeshfter

Maybe it was about time that Jude Evans admitted to himself that things beyond what his imagination could come up with were happening in the small town he grew up in. Maybe it was about time he admitted to himself that there were witches and shifters and god knew what else roaming about the streets of Downsville now. Maybe it was about time he admitted, and yet, for all he cared in the world, Jude did not. Jude did not admit. No, to do so would mean admitting to the lopsided thoughts that his colleague had been feeding him this whole time. To do so would mean believing every single word that had ever come out of their mouth.

And he was not that. He was not that.

There was a fear rampant in his bones, though. A certain fear of the unknown. A certain fear now for those that roamed amongst him and his fellow humans. There was denial, too. Denial that morphed into hope that all he’d seen were dreams. Denial that morphed into hope that all he’d seen were things he would never see again. These things, the fear and the denial, carried him through his days, though he, as ever, managed to look as composed and as put together as any. He was Jude, and Jude Evans was good at acting. Even if he could tell that the world was filled with monsters, he would still pull himself together.

Who would believe him anyway?

So, denial. So, fear. He would be fine with these for so long as no one other than Addie showed themselves to him. Only, as life would have it, life did not go Jude’s way. (Even though it should; it really should.) And so, from the corner of his eye, he saw a familiar figure of a teenage boy, a familiar figure of someone he had once bumped into. Wrong next moves were not a specialty of Jude’s, but he used one up now, as he turned his head, and met the boy’s gaze.

This was the guy-- this was the guy. Adrien’s heart thudded loudly in his chest as he spotted him, and had he not have slept the night before, he surely would have panicked greatly. As it was, he fell still, eyes wide as their gazes met. Running would have been a good idea right then, but he couldn’t get his feet to move - not because of magic, but rather due to fear. Fear. He couldn’t help being afraid; this was most definitely some human, and he’d simply revealed himself to him.

“Мне жаль,” he whispered, wishing he could abscond from the situation entirely.

“Y-You’re not mad, are you?”

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{ dash-for-cash; }

   “Is there something on my face—” he asked, looking from behind his punching bag, “or do you like staring?”

“N-No, nothin’-- sorry, didn’t mean t’stare,” he whispered, quickly dropping his gaze to the floor. How’d he get here now? His memory wasn’t working as well as it should have, and his arrival had already slipped his mind.

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ooc;;

and with that reply I’m going to bed because wOW tired holy shit/// goodnight!!

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{ arrowsandgin; }

She heard the growl that time, and her heart fluttered anxiously, but the apparent reason for his growl comforted her. Ryan swallowed, shaking her head. “It’s fine, ye’ don’t need te’–” She didn’t want Adrien anywhere near Forrest. “I’m okay, and I don’t want te’ antagonize the bleedin’ git.”

Ryan wasn’t familiar with that breed, but nodded anyway. “I mean, if you’re willing to show me, I’d like te’ see a thing like that.”

“You’re not okay-- but if y’don’t want me to, I won’t.” Adrien looked anything but calm by then, especially given that his fingers had started to tap against his thighs, but he tried to think about other things.

“I c-could, but I can’t exactly-- передавать? Communicate, sorry. Can’t exactly communicate like that. I mean, s’fine if I do it, but it c-can’t be here. Too many . . people, y’know?”

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{ grimorgan; }

“Good call, it is getting late. With the recent headlines in town it would be best to get home before sundown.” It was a general rule of thumb, “My mom used to say nothing good happens after 1 am. Good to meet you, Adrien.”

“You could reschedule maybe?”

“--Is it? I didn’t notice; maybe I’ve been here longer than I thought . . ” Adrien looked towards the clock, flinching as the time processed. He’d been here hours, it seemed. Shit. “Good t’meet you too.”

“If I knew who it was, maybe, but . . who knows. I’ll probably just . . get goin’ now, I guess. See y’around, maybe? Morgan, y’said? Yeah, Morgan. I’ll try an’ remember that. ‘til next time, I guess.” With that, the teenager made his way towards the door, figuring now was as good a time as any.

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{ grimorgan; }

“Oh you could, but if they haven’t noticed yet chances are you might get away with it. Perks of small town ignorance.” Morgan attempted to put him at ease, caught off guard by his confession. “… Gotcha, welcome to the U-S-of A then. My name’s Morgan.”

“Sure thing man. I hope whoever you’re looking for shows.”

“W-Well-- maybe I can just . . sneak out. M’only gonna wait another couple’f minutes; s’been half an hour . . ” The teenager flashed the other a shaky smile, giving a small nod. “Thanks-- m’Adrien.”

“Yeah, me too . . Probably won’t, though. S’the kinda luck I’ve got.”

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{ arrowsandgin; }

“Well, I think ye’ can control pretendin’ to be drunk, and pullin’ a girl into the woods with ye’, lettin’ her think she’s helpin’ ye’ out, walkin’ ye’ home.” Ryan said, and angrily. She wanted desperately to recover from the fear, and didn’t know when if ever that was going to happen. 

She cocked her head, “A really big dog? Say, a lab?”

“Oh,” he noised, a grimace crossing his features. “No, that’s . . that’s not right; that’s really shitty. I-- Do y’know his name? I’ll fuckin’--” Another growl sounded, in stark contrast to his somewhat frail appearance. “Sorry; I just-- s’not right.”

“Um-- bigger, actually? A caucasian shepherd dog-- bear-hunting dog, bred in Russia. Like, big. Yeah. I could . . sh-show you? But I dunno, I haven’t been able t’change back when I want since I got here. S’not like before.”

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{ grimorgan; }

Learning where the kid was from peaked Morgan’s interest. He was willing to help as he typically was with everyone. “It’s twenty-one, so this would definitely be culture shock for a Russian. What brings you to the states?”

Turning slightly on the stool, he faced the other, “Need me to read it? If it’s in Russian I’m afraid you’ll have to find someone else.”

“O-Oh, well-- shit, okay.I’ll-- Should I go? Am I gonna get into trouble for bein’ in here?” he questioned, frowning. “I came to . . to get away from home . . ”

“N-No, I mean . . I can read it, I just don’t remember writin’ it, or anythin’ like that. Thanks, though.”