#strawberriesandshotgunshells

[broadswordandpistol]

@strawberriesandshotgunshells (continued from messages)

Alana blinked at the circle of light that surrounded her then slowly slid over her body from head to toe. Wow. Beautiful couldn't even begin to describe the sight she was seeing. "O-of course." The blonde nodded quickly. So what did that mean? She possessed a mana lobe? Nothing was making sense to her. Unconsciously the heiress's hand came  up to rub at her temple. 

 The doctor's voice broke through her thoughts and Alana shifted on the bed, swinging her legs down and gently standing. She felt amazing, no pain. Not even a residual soreness. "Yes, I feel amazing. Wow, that's extraordinary. Like ma-" She let her words die in her throat. No, she couldn't go around thoughtlessly saying things. Not when there were so many unanswered questions. "Thank you doctor."

“You’re welcome. Try not to come back soon,” the doctor smiled, patting Alana on the shoulder. “Nancy will settle things up on your way out.” The nurse bowed politely and waited until Alana was ready to move.

Alvin was still in the waiting room when they arrived, sprawled out loosely but not actually asleep. He levered one eye open. “Hey, you look a lot better than you did twenty minutes ago,” he observed, shifting to his feet. “Any extra treatments we need to keep an eye on?” he asked the nurse.

“No, she should be fine. There’s just the matter of settling the bill for the doctor’s examination and healing artes,” the nurse said. “Give me a moment to get the paperwork written up.”

[isaaccecilbryant]

@strawberriesandshotgunshells || Continued

Alana stirred, slowly but surely. Her eyes blinked open to darkness and her whole body felt weak. What happened? She remembered finishing up some last minute work on the new tea blends and then getting ready to meet Isaac. Then everything went black.

The blonde sat up quickly and immediately regretted it. Her head swam and a hand came up fast to grip her temple. “Ugh, bloodsugar.” She groaned. Like father like daughter. She had been pushing herself lately. Too much. When was the last time she ate?

Oh no, what time was it? She needed to call-“Isaac?” That’s when she noticed her friend was there. “How long-?”

With Alana resting, Isaac had done his best to make her comfortable with a pillow in addition to the blanket he’d already fetched. The lights had also been turned off for now in case it was just sleep that she needed.

Sitting at her side Isaac jumped when she groaned and sat up. “Easy there.” He took hold of her shoulders and lowered her back against the pillow. Bloodsugar? Is that what she said? It gave Isaac a clue as to what was wrong.

“For a while now, but I can’t say how long you were out for.” He explained, heading into her kitchen to quickly grab a glass of water. “Have you been over working yourself? Do you need something to eat?” If so he may not be the best nurse unless there were leftovers on hand. Isaac could really only manage baked goods and sandwiches. 

[strawberriesandshotgunshell-blog]

I will be slowly picking through my drafts. I'm not sure what I will be continuing with, and what I just don't have the heart for anymore. The sad truth is, a lot has happened to me these last six months. Writing has not just been difficult for me, but it's felt separated from me. Some things will be dropped, and I apologize for that. But I would like to start new projects to spark the author back to life inside me. Sadly, the innocent writer has shed her cocoon and given birth to a darker one. But I think it will only help me grow in my craft and I look forward to that. I will be poking through my list today and get a better idea of what I'm keeping and what I'll be dropping. Thank you guys for being so patient with me!

[sunset-wings]

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“I know how you feel.” The blonde said softly, meeting his gaze squarely before sitting back. “I fell in love in high school but I fought tooth and nail against it. I didn’t think I was good enough for him, that he deserved better than me. But I was surprised when I found he loved me back.” Strawberry’s eyes glittered with mixed emotions and a welling of tears. A few spilled over and rolled down her cheeks.

Quickly she reached up and brushed them away before giving him another smile. “I think it’s up to her to decide who if you’re good enough. And if she loves you back, then you have to trust that she sees something you just don’t yet.

He blinked at her, surprised by both the secrets she was confiding in him and the sudden display of emotion. It was a little unsettling, this amount of faith she seemed to be placing in him. What had he done to prove himself worth trusting? He wasn’t the type of person who deserved trust.

“I’m afraid to put that kind of knowledge in her hands though” he admitted after a moment. He really was being candid tonight, and he wasn’t sure why. He rather hoped she wouldn’t ask for names and go revealing this information to people he didn’t want to have it. “And I couldn’t ask for her love in return. She deserves better.”

Man, what was wrong with him? He should be comforting her, not spilling his secrets. 

[cravenwill]

❣-from Alana

cuddle starters | accepting

❣ Your muse using my muse’s butt as a pillow.

He’d been dozing lightly, curled up on his side on the couch, but the sudden weight on his hips woke him. Victor blinked for a few seconds, letting his eyes refocus before he turned his gaze on her–it seemed she’d curled up next to him, but with her head and upper body resting against his hips like he was some sort of cushion.

“Mnn… Alana… don’t do that, sweetheart…” He shifted, gesturing for her to rest her head against his stomach. “This is better… besides, you could have startled me…”

[the-merch-with-a-mouth-blog]

strawberriesandshotgunshells:

At first Alana thought he was teasing her; Alvin was prone to do that. But then he caught her off guard. The blonde whipped around, brows knitted together in confusion and tongue ready with a sharp reply before she was halted in her tracks. That wasn’t Alvin. Well it was. But it wasn’t. What the hell was going on?

“I um…..” Alana bit her lip, her mind blank. WHAT THE HELL!? “I’m Alana, and this is not the apartment I meant to, ya know, enter.” She said with a soft laugh, running a hand through her hair. “Who are you?”

@strawberriesandshotgunshells

The man let his copper eyes casually look over the girl who had invaded his home. She claimed she didn’t mean to be here, but it was better to just pick for information at this point then to flat out believe that. “The name’s Alvin.” He pushed himself off of the wall, his lip upturned in a lopsided smirk as he strolled over to her.

“So do you always make a habit of breaking into the apartments you mean to enter?” He stopped a few feet from the blonde, leaning his elbow casually on top of a small book case resting near the door, never once taking his eyes off of her. “Or... is this more of a hobby for the weekends?”

[levelcne-blog]

@strawberriesandshotgunshells

First he got lost in Jubilife’s Department Store and now he has to deal with a huge construction project blocking his quickest route to Oreburg. Urgh... had he actually needed to work on a time limit he might be in deep shit, but now, as he stared at his map, he really only had one route. Up north was a small city called Floaroma. There he could cross through the Eterna Forest and into Eterna City, where he could rest for the night before taking the bike path down to Oreburgh. Thank the gods he had a Bicycle.

His Piplup chirped from his shoulder, eyeing the map as if to ask him what their plan was. His Pawniard simply stood at his side, the ever vigilant watch-woman she was. Pretty sure she’d try to attack anything that came close. Which was mostly how he’d gotten to Jubilife. Not many trainers wanted to fuck with a walking body of blades. He did get in some battles for Piplup though, who seemed plenty happy to have  gotten to fight.

Still, he worried the little guy might be pushing himself too hard.

“We’re gonna go north,” he said, pointing toward the route along the horizon. “We’ve got enough daylight to get through the forest. Maybe get a few battles in too. If we’re lucky, you might just become a Prinplup before we even reach Oreburgh!” That would be cool. He wanted to master the Steel Type, which was why he’d picked Piplup when Professor Rowan offered him a Pokemon.

[isaaccecilbryant]

"Please get out of my head, I'm trying to sleep." The blonde sighed irritably, not moving or opening her eyes. (From newly transitioned vampire Alana)

* ∘ ∙ — soft sentence starters (pt 8)

The vampire smirked that he had indeed gotten under her skin with his words. Maybe he could have been as kind as George had been when Isaac was turned, but the Isaac that stood here today didn’t get this far by shitting out love and kindness. His ripped away at throat after throat to survive, and he was going to make sure Alana knew as much if she wanted to last.

“Then sweet dreams. Call me when you need a drink.” He taunted with a wave as he turned to leave the room.