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Psa: Computer is down

My poor computer has had a broken hinge for some time but last night it stopped taking a charge. This means I have no computer until I can afford to get it fixed. I can reply to things mobiley but its much more time consuming and will be sporadic. I so wish this wasn't happening but money won't be coming back in for a while

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ah, yes my favourite program!

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Jackson has visions like his mother and more often than not they’re stronger than Sally’s are. They tend to be items showing something that will come to be in the future

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Descendants Muse

Name: Zoe Fandom: Descendants (Tinkerbell: The Pirate Fairy, Peter Pan) Parentage:  Zarina (The Pirate Fairy) and James Hook Home: The Isle of the Lost

Zoe had a turbulent arrival into this world. Zarina the pirate fairy had fallen in love with the charming James Hook, only to have him betray her at the birth of their son. He stole the child away cutting off Zarina’s wings so she couldn’t follow them. What Hook didn’t know was that Zarina was pregnant with twins (Fraternal) Zoe was born shortly after to a broken Zarina, distraught and hysterical at the loss of the boy she had planned for. She barely seemed aware of her daughter until the well intentioned fairies tried to take the child. Zarina went mad. 

The fairies put up with her behavior for some time. But before Zoe was one years old Zarina’s behavior had escalated to such a degree, the fairies had no choice but to send Zarina to the isle. Of course the baby girl was so small she could obviously be raised good! But Zarina attacked when they tried to take the girl and so Zoe was sent to the Isle. 

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Growing up her mother became more and more unhinged slowly falling into madness. Zoe more or less raised herself. Always hearing of the monster that cut off her mother’s wings and the brother she had lost. Zoe spent most of her time away from home, as much as she could. But became her mother’s caretaker.

One day though her mother finally let it slip. “That damn James Hook...” 

She had no idea that she had been so close to her father if she could even call him that. But the real revelation was the fact that her brother was on the island with her! And everyone kind of knew each other here. 

Facts and details: 

Zoe has no last name 

She is a fairy and has wings. But due to the horror stories from her mother she tends to keep them hidden in a leather jacket, gently tucked away

She can control pixie dust and fly and her powers are still developing

She has a personality as firey as her hair and it tends to get her in trouble. 

She has a strong sense of justice yet wants revenge on James Hook

Doesn’t have as much against the people from Auradon as others from the Isle

Her linage, specifically that of her father, is a well kept secret amongst the fairies. 

The fairies still want to bring her to Auradon, thinking she can be saved.

Like her mother she has a talent for manipulating pixie dust

Like her father and her mother she has a love of the sea and more or less ended up with Uma’s crew at the Wharf. Though always on the outskirts and never taking part fully. Distrusting Uma from the start.

There’s a rage that she controls very well likely from Hook but one day she could snap

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Well i’m off to bed. I have more muses incoming and more actually replying to old threads or new threads and I’m very excited for the rping future.

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When Zero advances into the cemetery there is the clear silhouette of a tall, lanky boy seated atop a grave stone his back facing Flynn, His legs occasionally kicking out, boots  against the tomb stone. A purple backpack patched, much in the style of his mother sat next to the grave and he held a book in front of his face singing ‘This is Halloween,’ whether he was practicing for Halloween or just singing it was unclear.  He turned the page his singing breaking off into humming.  His head cocked to one side as he heard Zero’s excited barking.  He turned fully around a bright smile spread across his face. “Zero! Hey buddy!” He grinned hopping off the grave. For someone so tall he moved surprisingly gracefully. Black gloved hands rubbed and pet the ghostly canine. He looked up from his stooped position, clearing his throat  “Matt Jones I’m assuming. Sorry,” he frowned “I was supposed to meet you at the Holiday Doors, but clearly you found your way. Did you get the welcome party?” He grinned “How HORRIBLE to meet you,” he did a pretty spot on impression of the mayor, doing over the top posturing. He laughed something that sounded a little close to his dad’s cackle. 

When he straightened he offered the other boy his hand, which briefly switched into an actual skeleton hand when Matt took his hand. He grinned a mischievous sort of smile before he shoved his hands in his pockets. “So, i’m doubting that grave yards are your scene. So what is your scene and I’ll figure out where to take you first.”

This is Halloween

‘In this town, we call home, everyone hails to the Pumpkin Throne’

*Open to kids from the Isle of the Lost*

Finally there were some serious changes being made in Auradon. The way the children of villains was being reevaluated. Kids were being brought to Auradon to stay (some on a trial basis) But some considered ‘risks’ made the kids of Auradon Prep nervous and somehow it came to pass that some children would be selected to stay in Halloween Town. (How did that conversation go? They’re freaks! Stick them with them!) Jackson thought somewhat bitterly. 

But change was change. And one lucky kid was selected to stay with the Pumpkin king and his family themselves. 

The mayor was the one to first greet the newcomer. “How horrible it is to meet you!” He said excitedly before a tall lanky skeleton in a suit came striding up,  wagging one bony finger at him “No, no Mayor. How wonderful it is to meet you.” The mayors face lipped about revealing a frowning/scowling face.  “Oh,” he said sounding dejected. “How wonderful it is to meet you.” he echoed back. “We’re very excited to have you here,” the Pumpkin King said gesturing theatrically.  “And so close to Halloween as well!” he cackled in excitement. “My son is supposed to be here to show you around.” He tapped what would be his chin. “I think he may still be in the grave yard.  But you don’t know your way around… Oh! I know. Oh Zero!” He gave a shrill whistle and the ghostly silhouette of a dog with a pumpkin lit up on it’s nose came floating through the air. “Zero can lead the way, come back once you speak with Jackson.” he rests a bony hand on the boy’s shoulder. “My boy, forget what you’ve heard about Auradon, we are positively thrilled to have you. In Halloween Town there is no judgmental or disapproving stares.  In fact you may be the most normal one here. But, in due time you’ll be fitting right in with us.” He gave a skeletal grin before turning back to the mayor as they resumed a conversation about this upcoming Halloween.

~ (Jackson’s part will come in individualized posts or reply to this starter)

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Lockdown

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After a series of-- let’s be clear, absolutely not his fault-- events. Jackson found himself in detention and thus far he was the only kid here. He cards his fingers through his red hair, black skeleton gloves standing out against the pallor of his skin. He taps his fingertips against the desk, green eyes flicking about.  Okay if he was being honest here he may have been a little bit, at fault. There was this jerky guy who kept being an ass to the females in one of his class and he finally decided to teach the kid a lesson. He set himself up with his hood completely encompassing his head. Knowing full well they were partners today. As expected he came over and said his name a few times, when that didn’t work he started shaking his shoulders. And that’s when a skeleton head toppled to the ground. Causing a yelp from the jock. But the grand finale was when he realized that this was the Skelington kid. Predictably to show he was big and tough he stepped forward and scooped up the head and at that moment Jackson switched from a skull to his human guise with a wide ghrin before lifting his brows with a “Boo!” That time he shrieked! Oh would his dad have been proud. His teachers... not so much. 

“So am I getting an extra special torment just because I technically decapitated myself?” he asked lazily lifting his brows. “I mean you know everything..detaches right? You know, ‘Since I am dead I can take off my head--”

‘Shakespearean quotations, I know Jackson. And no this isn’t a specific punishment for you. There’s just only....” he glances down at the sheet and seems to scoff. “Not surprising.” 

Jackson lifts one brow at that reaction, his chin-- which had been resting in the palm of his hand now lifts as well, eyes narrowing in confusion. He opens his mouth to speak but he’s interrupted by another student entering. He looks to the other a grin gliding across his lips. “Oh I’m so glad to see you. I thought they’d finally sprung for solitary confinement.” 

“Mr. Skellington you are walking a very fine line.” 

He exhales noisily, eyes rolling. 

There was a ding on the teacher’s phone and he began gathering his things. “Rest assured you two will be monitored in my absence and the door will be locked.”

That got his attention. And he half rose to his feet. “You can not be serious. That seems slightly illegal?”

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~The lanky teen sat looking quite comfortable sitting atop a grave. One leg stretched out and one bent. His back pressed against a tombstone. He looked like he just returned from school, his backpack sitting next to him, it was purple and patchwork, resembling his mother’s style. He had a book and sat next to him on the ground while the redhead hummed an enchanting melody. (Jack’s lament) Only looking up when he heard Zero’s excited barking. A grin slid across the boy’s face as he bounded up to his feet, the ghost dog came zipping forward “Hey Zero, Hey buddy.” the pale teen scratched at the dog’s scruff. “Who’s a good boy?” he asked before green eyes lifted to the teen behind Zero.

Realization seemed to strike him and  he hissed air between his teeth. “Right, Harry Hook. I was supposed to meet you at the Holiday Doors.” Zero barked around him excitedly, darting between Jackson and Harry. “Oh alright boy.” Jackson reached into his shirt and there was a distinct snap and his hand returned with a rib bone in his hand. He gave it a strong toss and Zero went chasing after it.

“Annnyway.” he drew out the word rocking back and forth from his heels and back again. “Well it seems like you found the place okay.” He said with a grin. “I do hope you’re ready to live Hallowen 24/7 a day Mr. Harry Hook” He pops the ‘K’ a wide grin settling on his lips. “Jackson Skellington, how Horrible to meet you.” he said over dramatically, obviously in jest. He offers the pirate his hand but when Harry goes to take it, it transforms into a skeletal hand, He lifted his brows in a quick motion, obviously teasing. Ending the action with a wink.

This is Halloween

‘In this town, we call home, everyone hails to the Pumpkin Throne’

*Open to kids from the Isle of the Lost*

Finally there were some serious changes being made in Auradon. The way the children of villains was being reevaluated. Kids were being brought to Auradon to stay (some on a trial basis) But some considered ‘risks’ made the kids of Auradon Prep nervous and somehow it came to pass that some children would be selected to stay in Halloween Town. (How did that conversation go? They’re freaks! Stick them with them!) Jackson thought somewhat bitterly. 

But change was change. And one lucky kid was selected to stay with the Pumpkin king and his family themselves. 

The mayor was the one to first greet the newcomer. “How horrible it is to meet you!” He said excitedly before a tall lanky skeleton in a suit came striding up,  wagging one bony finger at him “No, no Mayor. How wonderful it is to meet you.” The mayors face lipped about revealing a frowning/scowling face.  “Oh,” he said sounding dejected. “How wonderful it is to meet you.” he echoed back. “We’re very excited to have you here,” the Pumpkin King said gesturing theatrically.  “And so close to Halloween as well!” he cackled in excitement. “My son is supposed to be here to show you around.” He tapped what would be his chin. “I think he may still be in the grave yard.  But you don’t know your way around… Oh! I know. Oh Zero!” He gave a shrill whistle and the ghostly silhouette of a dog with a pumpkin lit up on it’s nose came floating through the air. “Zero can lead the way, come back once you speak with Jackson.” he rests a bony hand on the boy’s shoulder. “My boy, forget what you’ve heard about Auradon, we are positively thrilled to have you. In Halloween Town there is no judgmental or disapproving stares.  In fact you may be the most normal one here. But, in due time you’ll be fitting right in with us.” He gave a skeletal grin before turning back to the mayor as they resumed a conversation about this upcoming Halloween.

~ (Jackson’s part will come in individualized posts or reply to this starter)

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This is Halloween

‘In this town, we call home, everyone hails to the Pumpkin Throne’

*Open to kids from the Isle of the Lost*

Finally there were some serious changes being made in Auradon. The way the children of villains was being reevaluated. Kids were being brought to Auradon to stay (some on a trial basis) But some considered ‘risks’ made the kids of Auradon Prep nervous and somehow it came to pass that some children would be selected to stay in Halloween Town. (How did that conversation go? They’re freaks! Stick them with them!) Jackson thought somewhat bitterly. 

But change was change. And one lucky kid was selected to stay with the Pumpkin king and his family themselves. 

The mayor was the one to first greet the newcomer. “How horrible it is to meet you!” He said excitedly before a tall lanky skeleton in a suit came striding up,  wagging one bony finger at him “No, no Mayor. How wonderful it is to meet you.” The mayors face lipped about revealing a frowning/scowling face.  “Oh,” he said sounding dejected. “How wonderful it is to meet you.” he echoed back. “We’re very excited to have you here,” the Pumpkin King said gesturing theatrically.  “And so close to Halloween as well!” he cackled in excitement. “My son is supposed to be here to show you around.” He tapped what would be his chin. “I think he may still be in the grave yard.  But you don’t know your way around... Oh! I know. Oh Zero!” He gave a shrill whistle and the ghostly silhouette of a dog with a pumpkin lit up on it’s nose came floating through the air. “Zero can lead the way, come back once you speak with Jackson.” he rests a bony hand on the boy’s shoulder. “My boy, forget what you’ve heard about Auradon, we are positively thrilled to have you. In Halloween Town there is no judgmental or disapproving stares.  In fact you may be the most normal one here. But, in due time you’ll be fitting right in with us.” He gave a skeletal grin before turning back to the mayor as they resumed a conversation about this upcoming Halloween.

~ (Jackson’s part will come in individualized posts or reply to this starter)

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New Muse

“Aren’t you scared? Well that’s just fine.”

Name: Jackson Skellington Fandom: Descendants (and Nightmare Before Christmas) Parentage: Jack Skellington (A.k.a the Pumpkin King) and Sally Home: Aurondale (Halloween Town sector)

While Jack and Sally are definitively good, the residence of Halloween Town aren’t exactly widely accepted. Many citizens of Auradon constantly muttering about how the whole lot should have been sent to the Isle. Of course the town had it’s own sector, into the woods and through the holiday door for Halloween Town, not only did the whole town have a job to do and Halloween to prep for every year, their customs and traditions varied so from the sparkling and glittering Auradon it only made sense. Jackson at a young age was full of hope and wonder, wanting to merge Aurondale more with Halloween Town, as the crown Pumpkin Prince he had grand ideas, much as his father had. But it wasn’t long going to Auradon Prep, he saw the barely concealed prejudice towards him and his people. Becoming secretly embittered towards those of Auradon though always putting on a good show for his parents. He had so much to live up to.

Facts and Details: 

Jackson (named after his father, though Jack wanted his name to simply be Jack. (Sally: Jack he needs his own name!) 

He’s an excellent singer.

He’s supposed to take over as the Pumpkin King at age 18

He is not considered ‘royalty’ by Auradon

His firey red hair is from his mother.

One of his abilities is to appear as a normal human, but he has another form, a lanky skeleton with a head of fiery red hair.

And since he is dead he can take off his head! (And recite Shakespearean Quotation)

Zero is with him most of the time.

Jackson firmly believes the treatment of the kids on the Isle is unjust. But since he’s not ‘royal’ he has no say.

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C.J seems painfully unaware of the fact the pierced man stares at him a little longer yet he does catch the grin from the brunette girl, he stifles a chuckle, chewing on his lower lip

He seems to perk up at the mention of a meatball sub, suddenly realizing how hungry he was. "Oh yeah?" he asks brows lifting. "A meatball sub sounds phenomenal." blue eyes widen in surprise, darting from the attractive blue haired man to the man he supposed was Trucker.

Trucker looked up over his glasses looking C.J. over briefly. "Possibly, but we only hire weirdos, are you a weirdo?" he asks lifting his brows.

C.J. gives a startled laugh "Oh absolutely sir."

Piper has become interested in the possibly new recruit "What brings you to Beach City...?" she lifts her brows asking for his name.

"C.J." he supplies, rubbing at the back of his neck

Tish pops up grinning "Ooh initials, mysterious. What's it stand for?"

C.J is already shaking his head "Oh you will never find out,"his grin falters as he goes to answer Piper's question

"Uh I guess you could say I needed a.." he hesitated over the word "change." he glanced to their earnest faces and tipped his head back and forth. "A more honest answer is in the past I've.. Run away from my problems and it's time for a change."

Trucker seemed as if he was impressed with the honesty of his answer. Jen leaned against the counter "What did you do for work before?"

He visibly perks up and grins "well actually I'm a photographer, free lance. But that isn't exactly steady work."

He cast a his eyes to Priestley and then the others. "I-i really appreciate this but I hope you aren't just offering to hire me because I'm looking. I mean don't get me wrong this place is kind of amazing and you guys are probably the nicest people I've met in a while but..."

Trucker holds up a hand cutting him off. "We're not offering pity, son. But how about a job on a trial basis. See how you like it and if its a good fit for you."

He visibly brightens and sets the newspaper down on the counter. His eyes settle on Priestly, the smile he wore could chase away any darkness. "I have no idea why you thought I was worth a chance but... Thank you so much. What's your name?" he asks head tipping to one side. "By the way, I hope I can get that meatball sub before I officially start work."

Welcome to Beach City

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Beach City, C.J remembered seeing it on a sign as he drove down the interstate, something about the name appealed to him. It sounded like the perfect escape and he was the kind of person who never seemed to stop running from something. Whether just his inner demons or something… rougher. He didn’t stay in on place long. When he realized it was time to move once more, he’d honestly had no idea where he was heading. He’d always seemed to go back to California, whether it be continually returning back to L.A. But when he saw the sign it seemed like… well a sign. And he changed course and headed for somewhere totally new.  There was the small problem that he had no living arrangements here or a job. Freelance photography didn’t exactly make bank. So he sat in his car for a few minutes with his trusty laptop before realizing this was not the best way to scope the internet for a job and that’s when he saw a sign for  a sandwich shop.  He could eat.  Gathering his laptop bag and wallet, and the newspaper he’d bought at the gas station, he carded a hand through his hair and moved into the quaint sandwich shop. There was a blonde girl sat painting the wall which brought a smile to the photographer’s face before he turned to the counter, blue eyes scanning the board before falling on the mohawked man behind the counter, he was cute. But man those were eyes you could get lost in. He caught himself clearing his throat. “Uh hey there,” he said  flashing a smile, albeit somewhat nervous. He exhaled squinting at the board, “I have zero idea what I want um any suggestions?” he paused glancing down to the paper in his hands, a grin spreading on his lips. “Oh and if you know anyone hiring, because I also have no idea about this town.” He chuckled, worrying on his lower lip. “I’m joking… mostly. Kind of, eh.” He chuckled again before straightening his features, “Right, anyway sandwiches.”

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RJ was honestly touched by Cam’s words. He knew this whole situation had been very difficult for him, the kidnapping and being locked up and hurt like he was; RJ felt guilty for letting Cam get dragged into things, to be hurt by RJ’s enemies. It was bad enough having his other friends getting involved but Cam…Cam was special.

As the other man spoke he watched him, listening. He felt flustered at the words, the feeling of wanting to kiss him and not stop; it wasn’t like he didn’t feel the same honestly. Cam was precious, RJ cared very deeply for him. He was so nice and it was great having another chef around to spend time with and he was rather attractive and even after everything he didn’t hate RJ. Admittedly he didn’t know about RJ’s secret identity but still he didn’t blame him for what happened and that too touched him so much.

“Cam,” he said and squeezed his hands gently, smiling at him, “It’s fine. I mean I am ace, I don’t feel sexual attraction and I don’t have much of a sex drive but it doesn’t change that I care about you. I love you, Cam, so don’t worry about any lines, okay? I trust you and honestly it makes me really happy to hear how much you want to take my feelings into consideration~”

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His heart was thundering in his chest but not with the fear that gripped him earlier, no this time it was RJ and his closeness that drove the staccato of his heart. RJ was unlike anyone else Cam had ever known and the bond he felt with the pizza maker seemed unshakable. And despite his past, what RJ knew of it at least, telling him he loved him, which was music to his ears. 

And now they took yet another step, a large one for Cam anyway. He was still not exactly comfortable, in general, talking about his sexuality. Mostly in his experience, it hadn’t been received well by past lovers. So it wasn’t surprising that a relieved sigh leaves him as RJ squeezes his "I love you too.” the words come so easily now, his heart felt full. “Of course,” he said with a chuckle. “Of course I will always take your feelings into consideration. As I said, I love you and you might not have guessed this but you’re very important to me.”

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How To Be a Good RP Partner

Do:

Respect the fact that your RP partner has a life outside of RP. Work, family, friends, children, medical issues, school, or even just other hobbies/TV shows/other games. Respect any of it. If you don’t, they’ll likely become stressed, annoyed, or burnt out.

Show that you appreciate them. You can do this by: sending them messages, expressing your excitement about your story with them, share ideas with them, or even just flat out tell them.

Respect their boundaries. Some people don’t like to discuss OOC things with their RP partners. This doesn’t mean they don’t like you as a person or that they don’t want to be friends within the RP world. They just might be a private person.

Send them prompts/memes/asks that they reblog. It shows that you’re invested in the story and learning more about their character and it helps keep the RP going even in little ways. Just because you RP with them regularly doesn’t mean you can’t send them things on tumblr.

Communicate! This is something that we see talked about a lot but it’s surprising how often it isn’t really done.  If you have a problem with how something is going, tell them. If you feel like something is wrong, ask them! It doesn’t do either person any good if things aren’t talked about.

If your partner comes to you with something they feel is wrong or they have a question, ect. Be honest!

Don’t:

Harbor resentment about something until you blow up on your partner.

Do something or push for something that they have already told you that they are not comfortable with.

Try to change their character.

Discourage them from RPing with others.

Guilt them for not RPing with you.

Take them for granted.

Keep them as a “trophy” once you have them and then rarely RP with them after that, stringing them along.

Lie to them. About anything.

Please reblog so others can see!

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Welcome to Beach City

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Beach City, C.J remembered seeing it on a sign as he drove down the interstate, something about the name appealed to him. It sounded like the perfect escape and he was the kind of person who never seemed to stop running from something. Whether just his inner demons or something... rougher. He didn’t stay in on place long. When he realized it was time to move once more, he’d honestly had no idea where he was heading. He’d always seemed to go back to California, whether it be continually returning back to L.A. But when he saw the sign it seemed like... well a sign. And he changed course and headed for somewhere totally new.  There was the small problem that he had no living arrangements here or a job. Freelance photography didn’t exactly make bank. So he sat in his car for a few minutes with his trusty laptop before realizing this was not the best way to scope the internet for a job and that’s when he saw a sign for  a sandwich shop.  He could eat.  Gathering his laptop bag and wallet, and the newspaper he’d bought at the gas station, he carded a hand through his hair and moved into the quaint sandwich shop. There was a blonde girl sat painting the wall which brought a smile to the photographer’s face before he turned to the counter, blue eyes scanning the board before falling on the mohawked man behind the counter, he was cute. But man those were eyes you could get lost in. He caught himself clearing his throat. “Uh hey there,” he said  flashing a smile, albeit somewhat nervous. He exhaled squinting at the board, “I have zero idea what I want um any suggestions?” he paused glancing down to the paper in his hands, a grin spreading on his lips. “Oh and if you know anyone hiring, because I also have no idea about this town.” He chuckled, worrying on his lower lip. “I’m joking... mostly. Kind of, eh.” He chuckled again before straightening his features, “Right, anyway sandwiches.”

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Misha Collins in Charmed (1999)

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charmed meme »favorite guest star ⇒ misha collins as eric bragg

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So I'm having computer issues. As well as the fact there is still a lot of major renovation work happening I've had no time to sit down and write. Or more accurately have time to sit down and find all my old threads. If you want to start something new in the same verse we have let me know below and thanks as always for being patient