#bloodiedxconscience

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Users were rather uncommon on grid. In fact, it was something akin to Jesus Christ himself coming down to have a cup of tea. So when she ran into white circuits, brighter than a program, Vira might've panicked a little. However, the little lost look on his face betrayed it.

She hid her smirk as she stepped from the shadows, her circuits a clear green.

"Looking a little lost, there, handsome."

[docfrederickchilton-blog]

+ 2 (Will)

" Please, take a seat William. " he gestures to the chairs on the opposite side of the desk. " What would you like to talk about today? "

[sookiesukehnow]

Sookie Owes These Chars/ Writers - Rp Tracker

Sookie Owes These People [ABC order going by username/url]

A:

architectflores

andrea-malfoy

B

bloodiedxconscience

blackdiamondriot

baristawithabite

bloodanddye

E

ericxnorthmanx

G

godricofgaul

I

invisibleinterviewer

J

julianmalfoy

K

katerinaxthelovelyxpetrova

P

poof-theregoes-myvirginity

S

swynford-de-beaufort

T

theredheadjackpot

thatonebitchintown 

thevikingnorthman

the-reaping-bunch

V

viking-ericnorthman: 2x

W

weretigerowen

These are people as of right now Sookie owes and has in her drafts. If you are not on there, then it's your turn or tumblr didn't notify me. Thank you.

[sookiesukehnow]

Coffee Break, Coffee Date?

"Finally, a day off and I can enjoy some coffee," she whispered, blowing over the top of her foam coffee courtesy of one coffee bar a few blocks away from the FBI office. She tried her best with Jack, tried to send him letters and even get a second appointment, but Sookie knew when a man was trying to let her down. Sookie refused to be let down when it meant other women would die, but she also knew when to take a break for herself. When to recharge her batteries to fight for a hearing another day. The coffee helped, liking the way the Virginians roasted their coffee and it did not taste one bit like mud.

She smiled even as she noticed someone coming in the door, "I thought you would stick to whatever they have for the FBI inside their coffee break rooms."

[anempathsbecoming]

@bloodiedxconscience

Shh. they'll catch on if you say things like that.

[zmogedra-blog]

bloodiedxconscience reblogged your post: What if I changed my url to that.

pretty sure i’d cry and be able to take anything seriously.

i'm pretty sure i need to do it one day

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bloodiedxconscience replied to your post: Can we talk about how the technical term in...

oh my fucking god..that’s just…[[crying of laughter]]

i have never been so amused by my love of other languages as i have by finding that out

[ofgoodwill]

moan

Send me "Moan" and I'll generate a number!

Thirteen: Your muse gets a lap dance from mine

    What might've been unknown to many was that the psychologist had many talents that he kept hidden away; they weren't something he revealed to anyone. But a few drinks and the fondness for a particular empath had prompted him to dabble into something entirely different--a side of him that never got to see the light of day.

    Hips swiveled as eyes drifted shut, and Alan found himself getting lost in the movements of his own body. The alcohol of a few drinks only further motivated him, tipped him into a newborn temptation as he turned, back towards the seated profiler for a brief few minutes before, once more, he turned to face him. Eyes drifted open, taking in the view of Will watching--simply watching and doing nothing more. The attention being given to his body was never something he thought of, despite being called attractive more than his fair share of times.

    The fact that Will seemed to be unable to tear his gaze away was enthralling.

    When Alan seated himself over the man's lap, straddling him, hands perched upon his shoulders as hips slowed to a halt. His breath smelled of alcohol, and the laughter that slipped past his lips was slow, almost mischeivous.

    "Was that alright?"