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bendingpsychopaths and equalistaden have arrived at the island
Vaas looked to the newcomers, “Well lookie here, motherfuckers think you can just come on my fucking island and walk away alive? Well your wrong!” He laughed shaking his head his fingers running over his blade. “So which one shall I off first?”
@ Equalist Aden
//sorry ask limit.//
Says smiled. Maybe he could charm his way out by acting innocent. Highly unlikely though. “I ..ah..I told you…I followed in this tall skinny guy with goggles. He needed fattening up.. ” He looked around his hands still in the air. “I..lost him though..” He pointed to the far hall. “I came in down there…the gate was open and the door was open…” He looked back at him. “I’m…really not good with knives..so..if you’d please..” He swallowed and stepped back away from the blade.
equalistaden has entered Police Headquarters.
Its not everyday an Equalist has wondered in for something. Mako was determined to find out what he wanted. “Is there a reason why you decided to come here?”
Please read- Breaking the fourth wall
Just a little something for my role play partners. I tried to include everyone and I know there has to be someone I forgot. But I love you all.
“It’s funny,” She thinks, pondering out loud as her mind starts to roll over all of the interactions she’s had since her mental conception. Seeing people come and go, some parting to better their lives some disappearing into obscurity leaving those behind to wonder and fear that some thing may have happened. Her hands toy with the hem of her skirt as she considers her existence. Traveling through various worlds and transverse universes. Meeting characters from all walks of life and breeding. So many that had left a mark on her either physically or emotionally. Her hand came up tugging the stiff zipper nestled at the base of her hand.
Pulling it up along the palm of her hand, her fingers twitch and move as the vibrant red strings reach out. Watching as she leans against the wall those strings reach out.
Delicate fingers move to strum across them feeling the prick inside of her heart as each one is past. A sigh passes her lips, her gaze following the strings that anchor and find the person- the character- that she is bound to in one form or another.
I HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN ABOUT THE COMMISSIONS I PROMISED FOR THE CONTEST I HELD A MONTH AGO.
I’ve just been totally engrossed in worrying about A) grad school and about thirty things related to it, and B) softball (because I take coaching a 10u team a little too seriously. Like, Jonathan Toews serious).
I want to give you guys some high quality stuff, so I don’t want to do your drawings half-heartedly. I’m waiting for things to smooth out a little so I’ll have more time and energy.
Contest Winners!
The Winners: captserious, ohhossanight, and patrickkaned
The Runners Up: equalistaden, and glazedize
Being a runner-up is basically like winning, because you’re all getting a drawing, and because I couldn’t decide and it’s my contest and I said so.
So message me with what you’d like drawn, and expect it within the next month (I work slowly, and I’m pretty sure this coaching gig is about to take up a lot of my time and energy).
