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A worker bee's return. Lincoln Prison |cw: blood Running a singular finger along glossy concrete walls, Denver left a streak of copper-red trailing behind him. When the whine and squeak of friction etched to a halt, he stopped with it, reaching back into his shirt to prod and rub roughly at a...

Hi again! My goblin is actually a goblin!Jason Statham, would he be accepted here? :specialeyes::specialeyes::specialeyes:

Looking disrespectfully.

Solemn eyes full of secondhand wisdom tossed their gaze over the sea as Lillian spoke. He hadn’t thought to argue a Captain’s place of regale them with the stories his cousins swapped about the secretive ongoings of a ship’s innerworkings. “They say a lack of sleep will send you mad before...

The devil worked hard, but Liberty's hunting tent worked harder. The low, oblong pop-up tent with a bug-like exoskeleton kept her dry and mildly overheated through the night's torrent of wind and rain. Getting in had always been easy, but the awkward shuffle out of her cocoon after a night of...

Slick with sweat, stomach roiling, shaky hands lacing the reins with a white-knuckle grip; Astrid felt nearly euphoric with relief at Helena’s call to halt. She’d ridden the entire way side-saddle - a bothersome partiality she’d picked up at the estates of family friends as a child. She hadn’t...

With all the serene grace of nearly anyone but herself, O’Malley had arrived early. Astrid sat atop a nearby table, legs neatly crossed and fingers clasped upon her knee as the Nevitts laid out their next adventure. Eyes following between the two like liquid, leaned into the throbbing pulse of...

“I always liked camping,” Liberty announced to noone other than herself, legs folded beneath her on her bed mat as her fingers worked slowly; clumsily; to create a chain of the white clover flowers that dotted the overgrowth of grass. Typically, she’d choose somewhere secluded with a quick and...

Tiago’s mouth hung ever-so-slightly ajar as Lillian began, hand lifted slightly; suspended in time by the woman’s musings. An introduction interrupted, but he’d been too wrapped up in the way about her –the things she said– to find offense. The man’s brow knitted together slowly as she...

A swing in his arms and a song in his heart, Tiago strutted the decks of The murder cruise Amity like he’d been seafaring his entire life; and nothing at all like he’d spent the first 72 hours of the voyage vomit-glued to an aft bulwark. The day he’d found his sealegs was transformative - of so...

NAME: Tiago Montes Nickname: None currently, but quietly waiting with bated breaths to receive one. APPEARANCE Age: 28 Gender: Trans Male Height: 5’7” Weight: 150 Lbs Build: Wiry but strong. Tiago is a relatively small man, but tends to take up a lot of space in his personality and the way he...

Liberty Jane fancied herself an observer, these days. Less reactive than she may’ve been in her last life - a quality that still seemed fair-weather to her over the years, but had returned by way of careful meditation. A calculated practice in being present. Since her time in the wasteland, she...

Some peace and quiet, just what the doctor ordered. Short of the occasional bird chirp, the hallowed steps of some vagrant far off down the road and – of course – Bruce’s pained breathing, it was serene and almost romantic. Finally having his peace, Bruce had lurched himself over onto his back...

"C’mon Astrid, hurry it up." “Let me regain my composure. I’ll head in soon, promise. I just need a moment alone.” Still crouched over the crumbling man - gravel still cutting into her knees - Astrid could feel the vibrations of words floating through the air around her and see Bruce’s busted...

If we're talking about the things that sometimes crop up mid-scene and make me want to eat rocks: Writers that make using a real face claim creepy. Listen, this discourse is tired as hell and I'm not trying to start it up here. It's something I get away from more and more as time goes on, but...

Everything has a price. For once in her wretched little life, Astrid was still. As solid and unwavering as the cobblestone beneath their feet as she stepped out of the carriage and onto the dirty city streets. The others moved like flurries of light and far-off sounds as she planted herself in...

“I gotta pocket-gotta pocketfula sunshine, I got a love and I know that it’s all mine OH-oh-OHOH” With her shirt on her head, a groove in her hips, and a scene from the American instant-classic film Easy A (2010) in her heart, Liberty made quick work of plodding through the woods to gather...

Particles of dust shimmered like glitter as they floated along the room, catching in the light cast a crack in the wall. A sudden crash from down the hall pulled Liberty from the deep depths of a nightmare; still echoing in her head as heavy eyes pained to study this new source of light. “You...

Name: Liberty Jane Archer Gender: Cis Female Age: 38 Sexuality: Lesbian Height: 5'6" Weight: 160Lbs Build: She's a brick,,, house. Hair Color: Dirty Blonde with a bit of an uneven sun-bleached quality. Eye Color: Green Complexion: Tanned, battered from sun damage. Distinctive Physical Features...

Denver spun on his heel to face Jamie as the man made himself known - a jerk reaction shared by the others in the patrol. As Toni’s gun was collected, the rest of the firepower turned on the pilot. The man crossed his arms over his chest, nodding along to Jamie’s pitch as his gaze raked over the...