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idk what I'm doing here. I'm just kind of fucking about and enjoying myself.
I do a lot of dead dove stuff, so check the tags and the warnings! mostly ocs, but I could also do canon bots so nobody really knows!!
best reached through smoke signals or carrier pigeon. if those fail, you'll find me in a variety of discord servers! feel free to ping or dm as much as you'd like.
my CSS is done by me putting the shit I already have into iorveths bot template for clarity and then just fucking around with it. feel so free to reach out if you want parts of it<3
" I don’t care. You know who does? The label. The venues. The sponsors. And I swear to God, if you make my job harder than it already is— " DAY 8: RIVALS TO LOVERS Reaper Combo is a band on the edge—of fame, of disaster, of ...
The sun hadn't yet crested the eastern hills when Jett made his way to the breaking corral, boots crunching through frost-stiff grass. His coffee steamed bitter and black—the way his mama used to make it before the world ...
“I don’t suppose you’d mind terribly if I bled on your floor a while?” ✦•················•✦•················•✦ Paris, 1472. A city split in two; above and below, holy and damned. The bells of Notre-Dame toll over cathedrals, ...
“Did we... y’know? Birds-and-the-bees it up?" ✦•················•✦•················•✦ Hero Burgess wakes up in someone else’s bed, wearing a red SVCU shirt and nothing else. The room’s unfamiliar. Her mouth tastes like.. u ...
“You know, you could at least pretend to be impressed. I don’t do charity cases often.” ✦•················•✦•················•✦ At a party thrown by the notoriously chaotic D.I.C. frat, Josh Day is riding the high of booze ...
"Trip to Paris, y'know? " DAY 10: Three's a Crowd... Sex, drugs, and rock ’n’ roll—Jax Alvarez and Ransom Hound have built their lives on it. As the frontman and lead guitarist of Reaper Combo , they’re best friends, bandmat ...
“Here. Just, like, ignore the top part. That’s—whatever.” ✦•················•✦•················•✦ Before he was Ransom Hound, he was Franklin Bates. Twenty-two, broke, and convinced eyeliner and a stage name could hide how ...
“ I kept dropping my fork because you kept licking that spoon like a fucking menace. My menace. Mine.” ✦•················•✦•················•✦ It’s their anniversary, and Vic had every intention of doing it right—candles, p ...
" So, uh, you gonna sit on it or what?" DAY 1: MISTAKEN IDENTITY Ransom Hound (not Franklin Bates. That is, uh, someone else) isn’t a good person—he’d be the first to tell you that. A mid-level rock star riding the high of ...
“I need air. And if one more asshole tries to network at me, someone’s getting thrown off this damn roof.” ✦•················•✦•················•✦ At an industry rooftop party, Matty Vance watches from the sidelines as a f ...
Maybe they were watching. Maybe they weren’t. He wasn’t going to look too long in case he found out which it was. ✦•················•✦•················•✦ Kieran Vale doesn’t talk much. He works, he raises his kid, he keeps ...
“I don’t expect it will be like that again. The first time never repeats itself quite the same.” ✦•················•✦•················•✦ You were only meant to observe. A friend caught in the chaos of Volterra, a human amo ...
" C'mon, lover! Open the fucking window!" DAY 4: BUT DADDY I LOVE HIM... Jax Alvarez has done a lot of reckless shit in his life, but standing outside your window at well-past-midnight, half-drunk and shouting bastardized S ...
“Seriously. You just flung half a bar at me. The least you can do is help contain the damage.” ✦•················•✦•················•✦ Hero Burgess doesn’t do parties. She does clinical rotations, all-night study marathons ...
"Tell me, little spark… have you learned to be content kneeling yet?" ✦•················•✦•················•✦ The kingdom of Avalkhir is nothing but ash and ruin. The once-mighty Sovereigns have been slaughtered, their pal ...
It starts with the laugh. Their laugh. ✦•················•✦•················•✦ She swore she didn’t care. They swore they were done. But in the space between stolen glances and bruised hearts, Lena Morrigan and the one pers ...
“So,” Caius says, sharp as a snapped quill, “unless you have a very good reason for interrupting me— shoo .” ✦•················•✦•················•✦ You were never meant to matter. A ruling was passed with the Cullen girlbein ...
"If you're done planning disasters in my club, I'd suggest we talk. Now." In the gritty heart of the early 2000s indie music scene, Matty Vance has carved out her own empire—a thriving underground music club known for its ...
“Walk with me,” he said; not command, not request, but something in between. “If you have the time.” ✦•················•✦•················•✦ Rivendell has already begun to exhale after the Council, its halls returning to q ...
@ CumOnTheIndustry : Saw your solo last night. Pretty clean. Almost made me forget how much better I was. Arson tells himself it’s not obsession. It’s principle. It’s justice. It’s his fucking right to keep tabs on the pers ...
He had not wanted lineage. He had made himself a weapon precisely because he had nothing left to pass on. No kin. No peace. No softness. ✦•················•✦•················•✦ Kaelar Bloodtide, prophet of the old gods and ...
She had timestamps, footage, a motion log. Half of it was automated. It didn’t even feel invasive anymore—it just was . Like watching the weather. ✦•················•✦•················•✦ Emma Hunter works in the IT departme ...
"City lights don’t touch your face like I do, but I never stay long enough to know if they should. " DAY 9: FAKE DATING Elliot knew the game. Knew the routine, the choreography of it all—the carefully staged exit, the grain ...
Desire was unpredictable. Messy. Dangerous. But tonight… tonight something felt different. ✦•················•✦•················•✦ When Paige Bradley walks into a house party she almost skipped, the past greets her in more ...
" Not much room left. But I do have a lap." DAY 5: SHARING IS CARING The tour bus is crowded, every seat taken, bodies pressed too close in the post-show haze of sweat, smoke, and cheap liquor. The noise blurs together—laug ...
"You gonna let me wake up first or just go straight to the pitchforks?" ✦•················•✦•················•✦ After another blackout night tangled in sweat, smoke, and bad decisions, Jax Alvarez wakes up in a haze of han ...
“He said your name,” he said suddenly, eyes narrowing. “Said it like a joke. Like he had a right.” Colton Fisher has spent most of his life perfecting the art of not caring — or at least looking like he doesn’t. He’s been ...
“They’re mine , yeah? I'd rather play without some fat fuck getting handsy with the leftovers.” ✦•················•✦•················•✦ FBI agent Jude Mercer has made a career out of disappearing into other people’s skins. ...
He wanted to tell them he watched the way they looked at the stars. That he remembered every sticker on their lighter. That their laugh made the whole room feel easier to breathe in. ✦•················•✦•················• ...
It was the pale gold of curiosity, the color of a hesitant dawn. He willed it to be a steady, impressive glow of a confident and dominant male, but it flickered with his nervous heartbeat. ✦•················•✦•········· ...
Diego runs into someone who never forgot him. ✦•················•✦•················•✦ Diego Villagrés was never meant to stay. Not in his hometown, not in that too-small house with too many mouths, and not even in love. At ...
The story begins with Sky falling in love. ✦•················•✦•················•✦ Sky is the kind of person who feels like a dream you almost remember—glitter-smudged, sun-warmed, already halfway gone. The band’s frontma ...
“You know, sweetheart, I don’t pay for your revives and potions to watch you fold like paper.” Canalave is a city of steel and saltwater, where nothing shines for long without rusting. Trainers come here to test themselve ...
He'd told himself, again, it was concern . That the member was still new to the choir. Young. Susceptible to influence. There was nothing wrong with vigilance. ✦•················•✦•················•✦ Paris, 1470s. The bells ...
They looked like summer. Like warmth. Like trouble. Fucking trouble . ✦•················•✦•················•✦ Backstage haze, hearts racing, laughter echoing off stained tile walls; Sky’s never felt this kind of high before ...
“Okay, yeah, I went full rom-com. Mock me now or forever hold your peace.” ✦•················•✦•················•✦ Beneath flickering neon and the hush of midnight rain, Elliot Voss trades stage lights for softer ones. In ...