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// Idk if anyone’s still around on this tumblr but do you guys remember @soulsavaged (left) and @nikclai (right)? This is them now, feel old yet?

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Savo’s Writing Commissions ★

    Hey guys! I’m currently out of work due to corona and figured it’s a good time to open writing commissions again.

    I will write anything your heart desires —seriously, ANYTHING, from fluff to angst to risqué smut, for the thrifty price of 5$ for every 500 words.

    You can also opt for 100 words drabbles for 2$!

    ( Fill in this form for your commission details. )

★WRITING SAMPLES:

AO3

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★PRICES:

5 USD (or 4000 CLP) for every 500 words

2 USD (Or 1500 CLP) for 100 words drabbles

★PAYMENT:

Paypal: 16.angie@gmail.com

DM for bank information if you’re paying in Chilean pesos

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Savo’s Fic Commissions ★

     Hey guys! I’m from Venezuela and my country is going through a severe crisis, which makes it impossible for me to afford moving to a safer location, so saving in dollars is a must.

     I will write anything your heart desires —seriously, ANYTHING, from fluff to angst to risqué smut, for the thrifty price of 5$ for every 500 words.

     You can also opt for 100 words drabble commissions for 2$!

     ( Fill in this form for your commission details. )

★ WRITING SAMPLES:

Tumblr 1, 2, 3

AO3

★PRICES:

5 USD for every 500 words

2 USD for 100 words drabbles

★PAYMENT:

Paypal: mystic1995@hotmail.com

★FANDOMS:

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[nikclai]

// I’m back from the dead... unlike my muse (OOOOOOOHH) SDFGD OKNO guys sorry for disappearing for so long. Life has been a ride and my laptop’s fan is deceased, and there aren’t part replacements in my country, so I’ll have to wait ‘till I move out to have a working computer again T_T. Pretty sure I forgot how to even write but BOY DO I MISS IT DEARLY as well as I hella miss all of you! I’ve had the urge to jump back into the RP lyfe so many times but unfortunately my phone doesn’t even have space for the tumblr app, and all my icons are trapped in my laptop for now.

SO YES I just wanted to let you know I’m alive, I miss yall, and I hope I can be back in a few months ❤

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@soulsavaged, @nikclai, @hxlisticdoctor

Friday from Empire of Corpses

Sketch took maybe an hour or less. Our boy looks pretty cute tbh

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hxlisticdoctor

“ I don’t recall Friday being a part of the conversation.” Before he realized, his tongue daggered back with a defensiveness that only showed his sensitivity to the subject. When it dawned upon his mistake, those same lips pursed with a soft, huff-like breath, trying to disregard the tone he had previously gave. Yes…he remembered this man was a glib one. It was bittersweet to have someone that had bite to their words when it brought remembrance of his friend, but Watson did not mesh the personalities. They were different. Much different. 

Thankfully, the moment passed with the acceptance to his previous conversation-starter. Adjusting his tie, he listened fondly. Evolution. He had indeed read theories on the matter and personally found a fondness in the bold statements offered despite religion pressing to pronounce it as sacrilegious. A raised brow was conjured. 

“Does the philosophy not suit your taste? Surely not all of them can be dreadful, unless the writer is flawed.” Another glance was given to Friday as the boat rocked, but his eyes were content with giving his full attention back to the other after. “I find myself more indulgent to philosophies and science more than novels these days. I have not touched a sincere novel in a year, at least.” 

     “You musn’t worry. I doubt he will take offense.“ And he was at it again. Nikolai supposed there was no use trying to hold his tongue when his purpose in this whole ordeal was to challenge the man’s views, after all —and he couldn’t deny just how amusing it was when the fire was so easy to spark, judging by the doctor’s reaction.

     Despite finding his ideas to be rather imprudent, that wasn’t to say the agent didn’t hold any respect for Watson. Nikolai had looked at the man’s academical records and papers himself as part of his prior research. A bright mind with pretty bold stances, he managed to wake the blond’s natural curiosity and hunger for debate.

     Nikolai shook his head at Watson’s assumption. “It isn’t a matter of distate. This book was left on my father’s bookcase. Interesting as it might be, I’ve gone over it enough times to find it stimulating. You may take it off my hands after our mission is complete.” In the end, he thought with some bitterness, there was no use in holding on to any of these items; his father’s dusty books nor the locket hanging from his neck. Though, he quickly erased any outer traces of his troubling thoughts with a lofty smile as he closed the volume.

     “Consider giving it a try. Literature, such as history, is fairly accurate describing the foolishness of men. Though in today’s world it’s hardly necessary to resort to fiction for that kind of show.” He shot a quick glance to Friday, just as the man had seconds before. “Wouldn’t you agree?“

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a voice in my head told me that I was the type of kid that’s meant to die young and I haven’t been able to shake the feeling that it’s true

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"I missed you, miss secret agent"

     “I’m not a lady, you see. Though you might be in dire need of one, if you truly miss my company.“

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hxlisticdoctor:

@nikclai inquired

“I feel there is a need to break the ice between us.” If that frigidness had been a product of his first words of introduction, Watson would not say or admit to. But, the present silence on the boat was one that he was growing tired of. A small, watchful glance was offered to his dear friend Friday to ensure he had not wandered too far along the boat, before his gaze returned to the man before him; fingers splayed and greeting one another. “What is the book that you are reading? Common ground might be a nice play to start.” 

     “Perhaps, since I suppose your friend isn’t particularly talkative.” Soft-spoken words held a sharp edge as he quickly glanced at the wobbly corpse making its way through the wooden boards. It wasn’t his intention to antagonize the man whose favor they ultimately would need to win right off the bat, but he just couldn’t help himself —that was a habit that even the patient mentoring of Alyosha couldn’t have gotten rid of.

     And so, as if to contrast the previous jab, the young man offered a thin smile as he closed his book to fully address Watson. “A compilation of essays on the theory of evolution. A doctor such as yourself would be interested. Though, frankly, I’m beginning to think it wouldn’t have been bad to indulge on a novel instead. This time.” 

[nikclai]

Obscure Fandom Blog is alive! This is more than likely to turn into a multimuse blog later, but I am much too lazy to prepare that today

So please reblog/follow/like if you are interested in playing with an Independent John Watson from The Empire of Corpses. Character development and blog development still underway but I am excited to play so I wanted to get this post out there. 

Thank you <3

[nikclai]

     //GUYS. I know I’ve been MIA for 500 years but would any of you be interested if I opened fic commissions?

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You've been so quiet one would think you'd be dead. Oh wait..

     “Oh, if it isn’t the flavorless scone. I’ve almost come to miss your tasteless humor.”

[nikclai]

tid appreciation week: day one → favourite character

Will Herondale

“My name is Herondale,“ the boy said cheerfully. "William Herondale, but everyone calls me Will.”

[nikclai]

What a good boy.

via gallowboob

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I have a really vain sword and he never appreciates my gifts. He only sasses me, isn't that rude? How should I get him to appreciate me?

Ask my muse for advice on or off anon.

     “A vain ‘sword’? Is that some kind of foreign terminology? In any case, your ‘sword’ might feel as though your gifts are nothing more than a way to buy rather than win his favor. Or perhaps said gifts are only feeding his vanity, keeping him from acknowledging his benefactor?

     Material goods can only go so far if respect is lacking. It is basic discipline, after all. Do you think a naughty child can be tamed with new toys? Make yourself needed first, then the moment you cease to provide either your mentorship or patronage, he’ll reevaluate your worth, if any.”

[nikclai]

Ask my muse for advice on or off anon.

this doesn’t necessarily mean it will be good advice that you should follow, fyi.

[nikclai]

Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.

Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via wordsaretimeless)