#thisishowwecarryon

[sinkorsing-blog]

No one can tell me to do shit in the toilet. 

[thedjinnibartimaeus]

[Open]

It seemed like everybody wanted a piece of me today. Humans, djinn, imps who had no right to be within ten feet of me, and what had I got now? Just what I needed, more bloody humans! I’d clapped eyes on this one just as I'd landed from doing a circuit of the city. I’d had wings at the time and not exactly the subtle kind either, closer to the big feathery angelic type. Needless to say I was getting a bit of a funny look. I couldn't quite decide whether I felt threatened or not, so I rolled up my metaphorical sleeves and squared up to them. 

If truth be told, it wasn't a very intimidating sight. I had taken Ptolemy’s* guise, and my thin stature didn't make much of an impression, but I was busy, and had no time to play the all powerful djinni. “What do you want now? Three wishes, perhaps? A river of gold? All your wildest dreams in one neat little package? Not that kind of demon. Shoo.” I made an appropriate gesture with my hands, demonstrating my suitably haughty demeanor. 

[jimmyinwestwood]

[calebeagan]

An attack...

The reaper looked at the girl, his head cocked, then smacked Caleb. “Ow! What was that for?” he asked. “She IS just a teenage girl, you dumb little shit,” said the reaper, his tone condescending. “WHAT?” Caleb said, rubbing the back of his head, “But the amulet twitched! She wouldn’t tell me what she is!” “Every twitch of the amulet does not mean danger,” said the reaper, his tone unchanged, “There are certain humans with mutations in their DNA that the amulet picks up. But they ARE simply humans. Now,” The reaper snapped and the words binding the girl returned to Caleb’s arm, and the arm returned to an amulet. “Make nice.” He went to walk away, but paused. “Oh, and I want you to guard her for the rest of her life,” he said. He smiled and disappeared. Caleb glared after him. Why did he ever even call reapers? They all hated him. This was so unfair! He turned back to the girl. “Sorry,” he said, not looking at her and not meaning it.

[theleafwasmymums]

[runningfromtherules]

4 New Kittens

"Hello." Jennifer sighed and forced a smile. She really hadn't expected anyone to give her a second thought at the library, but she was once again, wrong. She blinked, her purple eyes flickering up and down the person who had caught her attention. "I'm Jen, what's your name?" she asked, averting her eyes quickly, not wanting them to stand out.

[i-am-the-kobayashi-maru-deactiv]

She frowned. “I was in SHIELD headquarters and wound up in some kind of weapons vault…” she shrugged with a frown.

[darcywho]

"Oh. Well, that's not as bad as I was expecting," she admitted, waving it off. "That's actually happened to me a couple of times, but the director likes me so." She trailed off and shrugged. "He likes the fact I can be a troublemaker for other people when I wanna be." 

[calisvol]

Good Evening

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Verdant copses of trees grew in emerald splendor of one another, maroon leaves clamorously chattering amid each other as though exchanging philosophical verse with organic zeal. Gnarled extrusions entwined inexorably as though sewn loosely by feminine digits and dyed hues of auburn and burnished rosettes augmented by the illuminations bequeathed upon them by the skyward movement of the sun harmoniously synchronized with amorphous clouds burgeoning in splendorous colors. Seated in a relaxed manner upon the finely hewn grains of the inorganic terrace, the immortal man observed such rich beauty with carmine orbs imbibed with an unexpected sense of peace. Fleeting attentions settled upon the sudden trek of wayward visitation, Alucard pivoting upon a slender waist, pulling forth his sanguine duster in a semblance of unconscious suspicion at the concealed firearms within. “Good evening,” forthwith vocalization greeted, ebony tresses shifting with the respectful incline of his head, a thin line upon florid-hued lips directed upon the singular entity having made unspoken introductory advances.