#scottgoldsmith

[theaddiedragon]

shh I’m not supposed to be on here but I wanted to share this majorscythe art while vampires was still relevant

[owen-the-lumberjack]

Owen is still crouched next to Abolish when he hears the crashing of someone running through the trees towards them. He stands quickly, sheilding Abolish with his body, expecting a hunter like Martyn or Ren, so it surprises him greatly when it is instead it is Legundo who emerges only to fall flat on his face at Owen's feet. Followed soon after by a livid Scott.

@scottgoldsmith

Continuing from these scenes: S&L O&A

[trafficblrpositivityproject]

Shout out to my best friends for being the best people ever!!

@toadpolliwog @celcoloration @venusplantt @saunteredvaugelydownwards (Pearl, what the fu... /Silly) @scottgoldsmith

Also Pearl, Dakota, STOP having hard to pronounce urls, I can't tag you like that dammit 😭 /lh

@toadpolliwog + @celcoloration + @venusplantt + @saunteredvaugelydownwards + @scottgoldsmith !!!

[vampires-smp-positivity-blog]

More love for a rp blog bc I've been following along and these guys are creating cinema to feed us as we struggle during this drought.

So big love for @scottgoldsmith you do the character so much justice and you are very funny to watch. Thank you!

@scottgoldsmith

[owen-the-lumberjack]

"Owen.."

She whines, looking up at Owen with those big wobbly eyes. Like a soggy cat without the water. She gestures to her now feminine body, then gestures to Owen.

"They got me."

Owen has to take a moment to take Scott in. She's stunning, and Owen has to take a moment to appreciate being bisexual.

Indeed, they did.

Owen holds her arms out for Scott, offering a hug.

How are you holding up?

[owen-the-lumberjack]

A small note is left for Owen, a single rose attached to it. It's written in gold, familiar handwriting.

"I miss you. I love you. - SG ♡"

Owen looks down at the letter. His fingers creasing the paper with how tight his grip is. He is shaking.

There's a faint smell of something burning, and Owen notices that the rose that had been attached to the letter had begun to shrivle and steam.

He drops it quickly, half shocked, half scared to do any further damage. He checks the letter too, there's browning where it had touched his hand, but it seems otherwise okay.

That was a new problem to deal with. He needed to talk. With both of them. Preferably without lighting anything on fire.