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[godofmod]

Winter Walk

Mod had decided to go on a walk. He didn't quite know where he'd go, but he wanted some of that crisp winter air. He eventually stopped and leaned against a building before lighting a cigarette and putting it in his mouth. He took a deep inhale of smoke and exhaled as he just sort of people watched.

[a-mind-such-as-mine]

"Good morning Edward." Mary stated, working around in HIS kitchen early in the morning. She had made coffee and a sweet, nice scent wandered away from the oven. "I hope you like blueberries, I made some pie" she added as she started doing dishes.

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Edward looked groggy, disheveled, more human than he ever usually appeared. He wore a large long sleeved t-shirt which covered his already small hands and making them look smaller, and a pair of custom green pj bottoms covered in little black question marks.

The smell had been what had awoken him from uneasy twitchy sleep, no screaming and crying for once but still too many nightmares. He rubbed the back of his hand across his eyes not wearing his glasses yet causing him to walk unevenly. “M-morning.” He groaned quietly his voice cracking a little giving her a slightly questioning look, then his kitchen, she seemed not to have actually misplaced anything so he relaxed.

[a-mind-such-as-mine]

I want the K (from Nem)

6: Gentle Peck

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They'd been talking on the couch, Nem had paused to smile at the other and edward had cursed the way it made his chest feel weak, he felt himself tremble leaning forward resting one hand on the others jaw and stealing a soft brief kiss.

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♥ (from Jon)

Send me ❤ for my muse to be your muse's submissive little girl/boy

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Edward made himself look small, smaller even than he normally did beside the other, with a conscious effort to keep himself quiet, to be good for Crane, he smiled timidly, politely even looking innocent and pliant sitting on the floor with his legs crisscross and hands folded neatly in his lap, he didnt speak, that always got him in trouble so he kept quiet speaking only when it was requested of him, it seemed to keep the other happy at least.

The other had stopped paying him any attention at least an hour ago, and that being eddies thriving source he was beginning to feel restless, fighting not to whine his eyes pleading the other for some kind of attention, hell some kind of order.

[controlling-madness]

A blonde, blue eyed short female who was neatly dressed knocked his door, smiling shyly. "Excuse me mister tetch! Do you have a second?" She called out.

Jervis blushed lightly then nodded.

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closed starter: homeofthetiwstedminds

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Edward appeared tired, the dark circles under his eyes far worse than normal, his skin looked dull compared to normal as he sat with his elbows on the dining room table sleeves rolled up to his elbows and clutching his coffee in both hands just below his mouth, he barely reacted physically at hearing a knock at his door, he merely glanced up from staring at the hot liquid in his cup, to stare at the door instead, who the hell was bothering him now.

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Closed Starter doppleganger

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Edward had been out of his office for a few hours now, not the one in his apartment but one he had recently rented so he could do business with other rogues safely. he was returning now with a bag full of supplies and blueprints slung over his shoulder, pausing at the door at the sound of movement behind it. had someone gotten in? oh for pity sake. he pushed the door open to yell at whoever had gotten in, only to stop dead, nearly drop his bag and gawk at the other, sure he was having some kind of hallucination episode, maybe his narcissism had finally destroyed his mind. 

"who. the hell. are you?" it wasn't the best formed question but it served its purpose, he couldn't possibly be seeing what he thought he was, and that was himself, sitting behind his desk, not just a clever look a like, no it was him down to the last visible physical detail, it made him cringe slightly.

[frightmonger]

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Hidden behind his mask of burlap, Jonathan stared down at the man with pitiless eyes. The fearful whimpering of the front desk secretary could be heard from the next room. The building was locked to further intrusions, the remaining people inside dead or fear gassed into oblivion--all save for himself, and this solitary veterinarian. "This doesn't have to be unpleasant," Jonathan said in a low, soft voice. "You survive if you obey and behave. Otherwise, you die."

The bundle in his arms stirred, so he finally uncovered it. Wrapped inside an old, ragged blanket lay a black crow. Upon first appearance, she looked dead. Then she moved again, beak opening and closing soundlessly. With a tenderness that contrasted sharply against the violence he'd just inflicted on all the vet's coworkers, Jonathan set bird and blanket down upon the table nearby. "This is Nightmare. I will count all harm done to her as an offense against my own person." Jonathan stepped back, folding his arms across his chest expectantly. "All I want you to do is your job. Help her."