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The buzz of tattoo guns had always had a special way of soothing my soul. We were so slow today, that I had my leg hoisted onto my lap, inking my ankle. I’d seen some videos of other artists using stippling in their works and I hadn’t been able to shake my fascination. Which led to me folding my body in a horrible position and working ink into my own skin. It was a simple dahlia, but I’d switched out my normal shading for the new technique and so far, I was pretty pleased. Most of my work was bl
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I want a love that's on the square. Can't seem to find somebody someone to care. And I'm on a lonely road that leads to nowhere. I need a Sunday kind of love. “Same Etta girl.” I mumbled as her rich voice filled the shop. I bit my lower lip, drawing a curve from one line to another. A mandala was slowly taking place as I hummed along with the music. I forced myself to keep it at a respectable volume. With no customers the last hour now, it was a challenge. As if m
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@Mattyboy oh, he's still a brat 🤣
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@weinerdog yessum you are correct
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Pink hair, piercings, eccentric fashion, and a crippling, all-encompassing fear of commitment. Which is just fear of abandonment all dressed up for the party. Internal struggles aside, River has plenty of options. The issue is, they all pale in comparison to what will be a monumentally bad decision. They weren't supposed to meet. He wasn't supposed to like him. It was never supposed to become more. The universe had different plans. Things get messy and feelings get hurt.
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It’s loud here. It always is. I’ve had two too many and I’ve no plans to stop. I’m at the point where my friends and I are yelling more than talking. Our volume dials slid past respectful thanks to tequila and who knows what else. I’m smashed between said friends in a half circle shaped booth. It’s unbearably hot, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I couldn’t tell you how long we’ve been here. It feels like days, years. Something about the atmosphere makes time stop while everything still mov
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@Mattyboy ehh I'm not entirely sure. It's going to be a hot minute before I return to this universe. I love it, but it's exhausting lol Also, I've not written at all since this was finished🙃
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@markM THANK YOU. My boy Loren does not get enough love
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@drpaladin ya don't have to apologize for how ya feel. I still appreciate ya
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Eon* I didn’t know what day it was. How long had I been in bed? My hair was a mess and there was far more scruff on my chin than I normally allowed. The curtains were drawn, it was dark. I had no way to measure time and I wasn’t sure I wanted to. The clothes I was wearing smelled of smoke and burnt skin which was lovely. I’m sure laying in bed for days without bathing helped my situation. I’d never felt like this. I’d seen plenty of deaths. I’d been responsible for many. My hands were
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@Geemeedee Yeah, final chapter up tonight 🖤
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Wren+ I was floating somewhere…between. I couldn’t tell you where, but it was calm. Peacefull. I hated it. This wasn’t what I wanted. Still tranquilness might make sense for the blond, red eyed weakling I’d been turned into, but he and I weren’t the same person. We hadn’t been for hundreds of years. To the point where I hadn’t recognized him when he stared back at me in a mirror. It wasn’t me. It couldn’t be. I was strong, agile, and powerful. He was weak and…fragile. Since I’d awoken
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@drpaladin 👋 I’m so ready for that mfin curtain
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Spinning a short sword slowly, I watched more traitorous fucks gather into a neat little group. Suman was to my left, looking borderline manic as he unwrapped his thin threads from around his wrist. Rah stood in front of us, her foot tapping impatiently. She’d traded her silks and elegant dresses for a leather corset with sheer sleeves and pants. The pants were covered in buckles that wrapped around her legs and cinched in the fabric at the ankles, drawing attention to her heeled boots. She shif
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@drpaladin I’ll write it 🤣
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*Eon* Running my fingers through my hair, I grimaced at the crusty feel of it, “Run it by my again.” Wyn shrugged his shoulders. He sat between Talon and Kalian. The three of them looked exhausted and about as filthy as I felt. Talon yawned and I tried to ignore where his clothing was torn up, showing a large new scar that stretched across his ribs. He was lethargic and near silent. Which in normal circumstances, I would thoroughly enjoy, but I couldn’t shake off my worry. Kalian had e
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@Trees Are Awesome thanks for reading and I love your username!
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@Dan South pre-read comments are always welcome. I’m a little validation starved gremlin. Any comments make me happy 🖤
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My parents had far too much trust in me to stay put. It was a matter of drugging my favorite uncle (much easier now that he was human) with things that my dad had taught me. I wasn’t sure if he thought I’d forget, but I’d always been a good student. Everyone told me so. Unfortunately for my dad, I’d also been slowly learning more languages, so the books that used to be a mystery, weren’t a secret anymore. As much as Wren hated eating real food, it was easy to add some ingredients without him not
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@Dan South @Mattyboy It legit makes me wanna cry when people speed read/respond to all my pieces. In a good way lol Also @Mattyboy, I’m always waiting for you 🖤
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@Mattyboy I love Meryck so much. He pops up in Wyn’s story a lot more
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Knowing that we were on the brink of war, teetering over the edge, was a strange feeling. The air around us felt too still. It was charged. Very much like the calm before the storm. Talon stood on one side of me and Eon on the other as we stared down a surprisingly small group of men approaching. Potlyne had done a masterful job as usual. My tunic was a gorgeous white with gold threading throughout that made it shimmer even in the dimmest light. I had armor made from metal covering my chest and
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@marsnvic thank you and hopefully the coming chapters tie some things up for you Wyn also has his own story already in progress 🙂
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