GENERAL OPEN POST/IC INBOX/WHATEVER IDK

[burnination]

"Busy. Send a text."

[ that's right. it's been a decade and he still hasn't changed his voicemail message. ]

Comments

[passengers]

dude change your fucking voicemail, you sound like a baby.

[saints]

A little bird told me that you're in Roma for the week.

Ok no.

I may or may not have scried it this morning.

I could feel you. I got excited.

after his sabbatical at satan's palace of joys

[passengers]

hi

set during marco's spring break in hell bc i wanted to fuck bitches get money

[saints]

[ have a pictures of a card spread. it's bad, max. it's yours. and you know tris' readings don't lie. ]

If it were anyone else I'd say screw them and do whatever you want.

after some tattoos... your pick which

[tangit]

no picking

AND NO SCRATCHING

i mean it

action, after that warning from tris up there

[tangit]

[After a rather stressful series of texts from Tris, Dani waits for a couple of hours at his place for Max.

But Max doesn't show up.

Dani gets anxious, and though he's not very good with scrying, he is very good with sacred geometry, and it's just a matter of doing a few triangulations and drawing out some complex designs. He puts a hand in the center of one, and in a moment he's standing in the middle of Rome next to Max. He grabs Max and pulls him into a tight hug.]

You stupid goddamn idiot, one of these days you're going to give me a heart attack.

but what if three days l8r, m8??

[saints]

Dawn of the third day, bitch.

it's a thousand years too early to use that other ic post of yours (8+ years after bcr)

[aspects]

max

[ the most formal of the formal greetings

[saints]

I know you were like the resident virgin back at BCR but now you fuck like a tiger so you gotta help me.

from grant's phone

[inumbrated]

for fucking serious if you send the ghostbusters theme one more time i'm going to eat you

i will cheer u up 1/3

[despising]

I'm in America and I've got questions.

[blasphemer]

Are you alone?

[ THIS ISN'T OMINOUS ]

repurposes this for my own desires

[deafens]

congratulations on the mess you made of
things on trying to reconstruct the air and
all that brings

[favouriting]

i honestly have no idea just give me something.
meeting? lowkey hanging out? babysitting baby bro idc.

text. bECAUSE WHY NOT

[passives]

stop staring at my ass whenever we do yoga

bc i just have to now

[saints]

You know, I'm going to have to stop bringing you to yoga if you don't actually DO anything.

[cleansing]

[When Dafydd had moved to Los Angeles to start a tattoo apprenticeship, he hadn't been expecting quite so much... everything. There are parts of the city that remind him of Cardiff—the drunks and the clubs and the pants sagged around blokes' asses—but the fast pace is far more similar to Johannesburg. The country boy in him kind of longs for uninterrupted stretches of grass and trees, but the rest of him lives for the people all swarming about and living their lives. It's fascinating to watch and pleasantly overwhelming to be a part of.

And the tattoo parlor where he's working is the perfect intersection of all of this. They get everyone from thin women in designer yoga pants to drunk men in Ed Hardy shirts. He knows his shit by now, is the best in he shop when it comes to anything symmetrical or geometric in design thanks to his training in spellcast ink. He's also got a reputation for being the most gentle of the artists, and his work never bleeds. But he's here to get a more comprehensive experience of normal tattooing, not to mention practice his ability to design more organic art.

Usually, when someone stumbles in drunk, he gives them the usual lecture about not making decisions while inebriated. But tonight, after a rather slow day, he's the only one in the shop when two male models come in. At least, he thinks they must be male models. They're both stunning and chiseled and covered in ink already. He holds his tongue, curious enough to see what design they might want before automatically shooing them back out the door to try and find a less respectable establishment that would be willing to tattoo them, no questions asked.]

Can I help you lads?

[unrestricted]

Someone spots something that they shouldn't? Payback for a wrondoing? Gratitude for a favour? Spying? Idk. Gay lions.

txt.

[ex_improvise59]

how much would it cost to burn down a city block?

I FEEL LIKE ANGST BECAUSE IM GRUMPY AND ILL AND CANT GET KIP ~sometime around the crawl

[despising]

Did I ever tell you I almost died, before I met you I mean.

xoxo

[despising]

Can't. Way too high. Forgot how to operate doors. Stuck outside. Come get me.

ilu

[despising]

Do you think aliens probe people because they get all their information about humans from the internet which is almost exclusively porn?

TFLNSSS

[burnination]

1. ] my life is in shambles. just made a grilled cheese in the microwave on a hot dog bun

2. ] my penis made a compromise with my morals

3. ] since hes sober and out of jail he acts like we are the worst people on earth. fuck him, the only acceptable time in life to do coke is the early twenties. he wont take that from us.

4. ] we dont need a hotel, well just sleep in the post office.

5. ] you think you can just send me a picture of your dick and everything will be ok?