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[whitehairedbutcher]

A Strange Mage || Geralt X Knox

           Geralt eyed the strange mage who sat across from him as he took a long drink of ale. “I work alone. Normally.” He heaved a sigh, glancing over the other patrons of the small inn’s bar before looking back to the mage. “But, I suppose I could make an exception. Just this once.” The Witcher refused to admit to this stranger that he was mildly desperate for coin, that he likely would have accepted any job that came his way, seeing as not a single patron had approached him since he took up residence at a small table near the back of the dimly lit room. Everyone present was well aware of who Geralt was. In fact, he was certain the entire town knew the Butcher of Blaviken was within their walls. Did this mean there was no work to be found, no monsters to be dealt certain death? Or, perhaps, did it mean his reputation preceded him? Either way, the mage’s proposal became more appealing by the moment. “What are we hunting?”

[botanyandbrilliance]

Curing the Cause || Knox x Liv

Her truck gave her a bit of trouble when she went to start it up, but once the engine turned, it made its usual growly noises and decided to live for another day. Which meant that a trip to the shop was probably going to be in order. Reflecting on that as she drove, Liv realized it had been a few months since it had been in, so was really probably overdue. 

She hadn’t been at all sure what to bring with her. As far as she could tell the person she’d been communicating with wasn’t actually looking for a consultation, and if they were.... well, they’d get a verbal one rather than one with a demonstration. 

The drive over was relatively short, and as she pulled in to the parking lot, Liv realized she didn’t actually know the name of the person she was to be meeting. She was right on time, but that really wasn’t going to help anything at all. She debated sending another text to this person, but could feel the butterflies starting to swirl in the pit of her stomach, and decided that probably wouldn’t be a very good idea for the health of her phone. 

Sighing, she slid out of the truck and eyed the building before as she closed the door. The sign on the outside of the building proclaimed that it was one of the local branches of the Humane Society, though whether it was offices of actually housed animals was impossible to tell by the exterior alone. 

Deciding there was nothing else for it, she put on a brave face and made a brave attempt at confidence as she entered the building. Not seeing anyone immediately in view she wandered over to what looked like a reception desk, eyes skimming along the upper portion of the wall for a security camera or two. The last thing she really wanted to do was let her emotions get the best of her and find herself responsible for someone’s security feed. 

“Ehmm... hullo?” she asked after a moment. She didn’t want to hurry anyone, but the lack of human presence was starting to make her incredibly uncomfortable. 

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[costumesandphoenixes]

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[adaroaunga]

~ Salvage What We Can ~

Solomon and his skills were well-known… when you talked to the right communities.  As far as salvage went he was a man who could get a job done quickly, cheaply, and professionally.  However, he was still selective about the work he took and tended to be booked out a year or two in advance (unless some sort of emergency arose.)  Tonight was something that fell into that category - even if it wasn’t a typical salvage job.  No - tonight he was helping track down and observe a group of poachers and smugglers.  The Coast Guard needed as much photographic and video proof of the criminals’ activities as they could possibly get, and he’d agreed to lend his boat for the task.  

Solomon had been assigned to someone they’d brought in to help them.  He didn’t know too much about the man - only that his name was Knox Caulfield and, if his watch was right, the guy should be arriving any minute now.  The sun was just starting to set on the horizon, plenty of light to help the other man find his boat.  It wasn’t hard to miss (during the daylight) - matte black finish, a deep red wood for the floors, and a sleek design meant for silence and speed.  Her name was written on the side in a dark grey script - Kunea.  

Although Solomon preferred his own mode of traveling through the water, he was proud of this vessel and all the work he’d put into her.  And he was also proud that having her made him able to help now.  Yes, he enjoyed removing the human’s trash from the ocean and returning it to them.  But he believed even more in protecting those that dwelled within its waters, and being given the opportunity to act on those beliefs in a way that felt fruitful was something the adaro was actually looking forward to.  An element of excitement buzzed through his veins as he waited for his partner to arrive.  This was possibly the most excitement he’d had in ages!

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[dernieredemonespece]

Nine Months of Elation||Knox and Mina

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Mina blew out a breath as she looked down at the stick in her hand. Another stupid pink plus sign. Shit. Rubbing her face, she stood, heading into the living room of the apartment that she shared with her boyfriend, Knox. 

She took a seat on the couch, staring at the television and the stupid Spanish soap opera on the screen. She was still watching the Spanish channel when the door opened, Knox coming in. 

“Hey.” she said as she stood. “You’re home early.” 

[entangledvoices-archive]

Lydia pushed a hand through her Strawberry blonde grabbed her coffee, thanking the young female who handed it to her. It was unusually quiet lately. Not just in Beacon Hills, but in her head. Not one single thing had come through. And part of her worried that maybe they had gone for good. 

The Pack had noticed it too, and recently life had been... Normal. Too Normal. There was something brewing, surely, something that made it appear like nothing was happening.

She took a sip of her coffee and headed to the door, as her hand touched the handle, thats when it happened, like a lightening bolt, the sudden noises that filled the room, causing her to drop her coffee and cover her ears. Screams from everywhere, the sound of gunfire, it was as if she was caught in the middle of a shootout.

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[lost-in-ivory]

i. I hit 300 followers today and I wanted to do a shout-out to the people who have decided to let Ali and I ruin their lives, or would just make my dash look weird without them~ So whether we’ve written together or not: Thank you!ღ

ii. In order of when I started following youღ

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iii. honestly you are all amazing and you all deserve to be on hereღ

[aspecialprovidence]

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Send the flower to hear what my muse likes about yours || ALWAYS ACCEPTING 

His blood. 

“He’s kind. Almost to the point where I’m suspicious, granted. But he’s done right by me so far.”