So It Is Written

I'm back bitches lets party

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It had been an early night for him. A quick job and he was back to his apartment, already looking over more files and reading up on the next case. Things just were getting messier and messier. It was already almost one in the morning by the time he chanced a glance at the clock. 

“Shit.” 

He stacked all the files up neatly and went around the small apartment, shutting off the lights before settling back on the couch in the somewhat dimmer room. Jones had been planning to go to bed but something caught his eye before he could settle down for the night. 

A figure in the far back of the room looking out from the shadows. 

“… Thought we agreed you’d knock.” He says to the figure, standing and shuffling the files somewhere where they would be safer. “Unless yer not him. In which case, yer spooky and need t’ get that checked.”

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Took you long enough to notice, Jones. Working hard as always I see...

The shadowed figure chuckled, the sound deep and softly echoing. A flicker of the darkness had them flitting from the back of the room and right up onto the couch, lounging casually with their arm over the back. Their tail flicking lazily back and forth while they watched him. As if slinking around his apartment was normal and not a blatant disregard for their previous discussion about privacy.  Did you honestly expect me to hold to that agreement? We didn’t even sign a contract... 

They’re teasing him, but he really should know that locks and doors aren’t going to stop the Scribe from coming and going as they please. It ought to come as no surprise by now. 

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//Hmm, If I am coming back I may reboot this blog. 

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Am I back?

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✿ send me a floral question ✿

Daisy: How old were you when you had your first kiss?

Carnation: If I handed you a concert ticket right now, who would you want to be the performer?

Jasmine: What color looks best on you?

foxglove: Name three facts about your family?

Allium: What's the best thing you can cook?

Orange Blossom: If you could pick the gender and appearance of your child, would you?

Calla Lily: If you died right now, what song would you want to play at your funeral?

Poinsettia: Favorite holiday dish?

Oxlip: Would you ever get into a long distance relationship?

Primrose: Favorite kind of soup?

Daffodil: What's the most thoughtful present you've ever received?

Rose: Are you currently in love with someone?

Amsonia: Would you ever become a vegan?

Peony: What's your favorite hot beverage?

Tulip: For your birthday, what kind of cake do you ask for?

Myrtle: Do you like going on airplanes?

Hibiscus: Did you ever play an instrument? If so what?

Zinnia: Who was your best friend when you were six years old?

Poppy: What color was your childhood home?

Hydrangea: Starbucks order?

Violet: Do you like where you're from?

Locust: What was your favorite book as a child?

Rhododendron: What's the scariest dream you've ever had?

Queen Anne's Lace: Would you rather carve pumpkins or wrap presents?

Magnolia: Favorite kind of candy?

Aster: Would you rather be cold or hot?

Marigold: Do you listen to what's on the radio?

Heliconia: Do you like when it rains?

Azalea: What's a movie you cried while watching?

Dandelion: Do you think you're important?

[faerieroleplaymemes]

‘Saw’ sentence meme

Send one to my muse for their reaction

“This is the most fun I’ve had without lubricant!”

“Do you see any scars?”

“Oh shit, I’m probably dead.”

“Most people are so ungrateful to be alive. But not you. Not anymore.”

“I want to play a game.”

“I’m sick of people who don’t appreciate their blessings…”

“I went to bed in my shithole apartment, and I woke up in an actual shithole.”

“Listen carefully, if you will. There are rules.”

“I would be careful with that candle if I were you…”

“You might be in the room that you die in.”

“I don’t give a crap if you covered yourself in peanut butter and had a 15 hooker gang bang!”

“I wouldn’t lie to you…”

“Maybe you should find yourself a girlfriend.”

“What are you, a surgeon?”

“If I had known I was gonna end up in here I would’ve asked for a hell of a lot more.”

“At least we’ll have the cover of darkness.”

“No, I want to live!”

“How can you go through life pretending that you’re happy?”

“I see you as a strange mix of someone angry, yet apathetic. But mostly just pathetic.”

“We’re both bullshiters.”

“When there’s that much poison in your blood, the only thing left to do is shoot yourself.”

“Dont look at me… I can’t help you.”

“I’d rather you break down and tell me that you hated me. At least there’d be some passion in it.”

“This is what they do man! They kidnap and drug you, before you know it you’re lying in a bathtub and your kidneys are on eBay!”

“Does that mean you saw what happened to me?”

“Stop the lies! You’re a liar! I need to know the truth!”

[downback1]

“Where is everybody?”

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Ayyyy

[flamingink]

This Will Take Some Getting Used To

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Alocer was very pleased with his work, and didn't seem to notice or care that he was mostly talking to himself now. Eli was wary of the new addition to his body, he didn’t trust Alocer. Still, he had to admit the new arm was impressive. At the very least, it would intimidate the shit out of everyone else.

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He doesn’t ask about it any further. He knows that the information he’s given is probably the most he’ll hear of it. Which was good, because anymore and he’d feel absolutely useless in the situation. 

“I don’ think he knows I exist. I’m good at that kinda stuff. Hopefully it’ll stay like that, yeah?”

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Yeah, hopefully. All the same, he’s obsessive, so I had to be sure.  She shrugs it off, glad that he’s not probing for any more information than she’s ready to volunteer. If things get worse, then perhaps she’ll tell him more. For the meantime, he’s better off in the dark about it all. 

So, do you want me to fix up those bullet holes of yours or are we just going to leave that as it is? 

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"How did you even got your hair like that man."

“Is that a hello?”

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Anyways

Did I miss anything good while I was gone? Anybody try to kill anyone else?

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“A lot of fuckery has happened.” “A lot of people tried t’ kill me.” “It was so much fun.”

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Seems like every time I turn my back on you you’re out getting shot at or stabbed or something.  Honestly Jones...

[memeroundups]

Vulnerable Situations Sentence Meme

{ trigger warning, some nsfw and possible noncon/dubcon }

“Had a bit much to drink? You could hardly stand.”

“Were you robbed or is kinky foreplay gone wrong the reason you’re tied up?”

“My, what have we here?”

“You look nervous. What’s wrong?”

“I think you might have been drugged.”

“There’s no hiding how hot and bothered you are, darling…”

“You’re burning up and in no condition to be walking about, get to bed.”

“Are you still awake? Maybe the drug wasn’t strong enough…”

“When I saw you looking so helpless, I just couldn’t resist…”

“You shouldn’t be walking all alone this time of night. There’s dangerous people around. Who knows what might happen…”

“Heh. And how do you plan to stop me?”

“I’ll strap you down nice and tight… It’ll be fun watching you squirm.”

“Are you crying?”

“Struggle all you want, cutie.”

“I’m n-not drunk, I only had a couple of drinks.”

“Put me down, I can walk!”

“Mind untying me?”

“I feel kinda… dizzy…”

“I might be coming down with something.”

“Stay back…”

“W-why can’t I move?”

“Keep your fucking hands to yourself.”

“I don’t need your help.”

“Really, I’m fine.”

“Apparently the brownies I ate were a bit… special.”

“I can’t get up…”

“Who’s there?”

“No, don’t let them take me!”

“I can’t go back there, I can’t…”

[egberts]

ill kiss u so hard man dont fuck w me

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(Gotta go to work bruh, reply tomorrow :) )

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"How did you even got your hair like that man."

“Is that a hello?”

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“When is it ever well executed with you?”

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Hey, in my defense, it works with nearly everyone else

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“Be glad I’m not like everyone else.”

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Oh believe me I am.

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“Huh?”

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Anyways Did I miss anything good while I was gone? Anybody try to kill anyone else?

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The armor was new. No, not new. The armor was ages old. Older than Jones or anything he probably knew. He rubbed at the back of his neck, unable to feel the heat through his fingers. That ship had sailed a long time ago. Long for him ,at least. 

“It’s heavy, though. And I’d have t’ lug it around t’ every job I do. These bastards can injure me as much as they want to, but at the end of the day I’m still gettin’ the job done.”

Somethings wrong. The full truth isn’t there…. “What’s happened, Scribe?”

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Well...the short of it is, my brother and I are having a bit of a violent argument at the moment. Everyone in the pit is in a bit of a state, really, it’s a mess. Got dragged into it.  She was oddly...calm about that. This was the first time she’d openly spoke to him about her siblings. Before, she avoided the subject like the plague. Then again, the bastard was always after her. Of course, clearly, there was more to the story than that, he was only getting the abridged version. 

He’s been working his way through most of my allies, I wanted to make sure he hadn’t found you yet. 

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"How did you even got your hair like that man."

“Is that a hello?”

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“When is it ever well executed with you?”

[the-demon-scribe]

Hey, in my defense, it works with nearly everyone else

[a-dead-butcher-blog]

“Be glad I’m not like everyone else.”

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Oh believe me I am.

[a-dead-butcher-blog]

"How did you even got your hair like that man."

“Is that a hello?”

[a-dead-butcher-blog]

“When is it ever well executed with you?”

[the-demon-scribe]

Hey, in my defense, it works with nearly everyone else

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His nerves force a twitch out of him at the feeling. Unless he was burning, there shouldn’t be warmth. Not something he could feel anyways. It made his stomach crawl uneasily. 

“I missed ya. I was wonderin’ what happened because I tried t’ look, but you go a lot further than I can.”

It’s his paranoia. It’s something It can’t be her, right? She hasn’t changed. But, she has, hasn’t she? Something happened.

“… Is it bad, Scribe?”

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...I missed you too.  She sighed, taking her fingers away from his skin, but the warmth lingered around the point in his neck that was causing him issues.  You’ll survive, although if I were you I’d strongly consider investing in that kevlar body armor stuff... She finally moved to within his field of vision, the chair adjacent to him moving so she could sit down. He’s never seen her armor before, but then Scribe hasn’t had to use it in well over a century. She’s taller now, probably taller than him at this point, red skin covered in thick plates of black bone similar to her horns. The scars on her face and neck have disappeared entirely... Is it bad? Hooboy, well....that’s a bit of a loaded question Jones.