#foraprice

[hittcr-a]

Talk About Me

that overhear meme ye.

              “max? he gets me. i dunno what t’ say. he gets me. and he’s given me more ‘n i deserve. i don’t even know where t’ start with that…. ‘s a lotta baggage. he’s… different. but ‘s good.” very good. he was happy. which was more than he could say about himself for a long time. “’m gonna hold on t’ him.” for as long as he was allowed to. 

[everlightblessing]

                “ I  always  say  what  I'm  feeling,  I  was  born  without  a  zip  on  my  mouth. ”    /    @foraprice  sc.

[librarianstm]

“you got a lot of cool art here.” jake wants to get to know eliot’s boyfriend. not because eliot couldn’t take care of himself, but so he had an idea of what the guy was like. eliot was all he really had, anymore, besides the other librarians and baird.and that meant he wanted to know those that eliot considered important. “is that a monet? i’ve never seen it before.”

@foraprice

[takeseffort-a]

pokemon au (aka the most important au)

Alec’s first pokémon was an Eevee. It wasn’t supposed to be - his family had a whole outing planned where he’d choose his first pokémon (something they’d later do for Jace, Izzy, & Max as well) but that was sidelined when he came home from school with the little wet, terrified bundle & not even his father could come up with a convincing reason why he couldn’t keep it. Eventually, the Eevee evolved into a Leafeon.

Initially, Alec wasn’t really into training pokémon - battling really isn’t his style, but he’s deceptively good at strategizing & that’s how he was able to become the gym leader of the New York Institute. 

Despite being a gym leader, he spends far more of his time teaching proper care for trainer’s pokémon, & helping trainers better understand their pokémons’ needs. 

Despite his first pokémon being a grass type, his specialty type within his gym is Dark.

His battle lineup includes a various rotation of some combination of the following;

Sneasel

Liepard

Houndoom

Deino

Sharpedo

Gyarados (Mega Gyarados in gym battles)

     ✧ send me an AU, I’ll ramble off 5 headcanons I have for it // selectively accepting

[immcrtuos-a]

Raphael really hoped this would work. This warlock, Max Lawrence, was close to being his last option - if this didn’t work he could go ask Magnus for help, but he’d prefer not to, he could deal with this on his own. Or mostly on his own anyway, if Lawrence had what he needed. He swallowed his nerves and knocked on the door in front of him.

- Starter @foraprice

[400ish-blog]

Me: throws laptop out the window. TOMORROW, SATAN!

ofangelicblood: uh oh what happened

Me: I just redid my icons for Magnus fourteen fucking times & my friend told me she likes the top one. THE TOP ON IS UNEDITED.

ofangelicblood: definitely not the bottom one. it looks odd.

Me: I literally

Me: hate all of you

Me: the bottom one was the last one I did

Me: oKAY FINE HERE WE GO AGAIN.

[kingoftheravensarchive]

@foraprice cont.

if max ever has an abundance of anything it’s food & sex drive. even in his office- he has a mini kitchen in the back. it has the bare basics but it allows him to eat a half-decent meal if he was in desperate need.

he eyes the man up & down, trying to gauge the newcomer. he shifts ever so slightly; not the most trusting person in the world. but– damn his (secretly) soft heart. he has a very hard time turning away the hungry. he knows all too well what it’s like to be starving.

max gave a nod, turning on his heel. ❛i probably have something. it’s quite cold out there, would you like a warm drink.❜ max was already on his way to the dorm-sized kitchen, tucked away in the back room. ❛i’m curious, did you come here with a business proposition in mind? consultation? mister – ?❜

“Do you have coffee? I’m not picky in the end, but I live off caffeine,” he remarked. It was cold outside and Loki’s boiling blood kept cruelly reminding him of that fact. Had he been smart and dressed in a way more suitable for his genetics he would’ve been bundled to the point of minimal movement, but he preferred appearing well-dressed in the end. While the coat he donned looked fantastic on him, it did little to keep the biting cold out. “Iversen, but Loki’s fine if you’re all right with being on a first name basis.”

As he stood, hands tucked in his pockets, his malachite eyes carefully roved over the room he stood in, taking in the smaller details, admiring decorations, tilting his head at curious objects. It was partly something to keep him occupied just as it was also a means of getting to know the other man. Loki was no Sherlock Holmes, but he felt he could pull some sense of the other’s personality based on his surroundings. “Depends your definition on ‘business proposition’. I like to have connections. Allies, of sorts. A not-so-little bird mentioned you in passing to me recently and I thought I’d introduce myself.”

[criimeconcierge]

@foraprice

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