Station of Diligence

A place to read my work based on the featured characters and other personal writings. Many of the characters are from a series of books written with my partner in crime/best friend. The characters are based on a personal story and, of course, a few Harry Potter Twitter RP accounts. Please, feel free to explore.
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Who I Follow

JANUARY
3rd – Sebastian
10th – Aviana
20th – Sayer
FEBRUARY
7th – Upton
13th – Rais
14th – Vienna
MARCH
2nd – Kimi
23rd – Jack and Rory
APRIL
2nd – Kirumi
8th – Eno
20th – Joelle (Jojo)
22nd – Emma
27th – Bambi
MAY
8th – Ryder
10th – Leah
19th – Naya
JUNE
2nd – Zoe
7th – Tesla
21st – Jasmine
22nd – Rita
JULY
3rd – Robby
17th – Caius
23rd – Zenia
AUGUST
13th – Sanura
27th – Valerie
28th – Irene
SEPTEMBER
12th – Alessandra
22nd – Sammy
27th – Camron
OCTOBER
2nd – Ingrid
4th – Keon
31st – Carson
NOVEMBER
9th – Evangeline
11th – Constance
17th – Jael
21st – Cosette
DECEMBER
4th – Iris

 

christopheerlai:

yay ryan is spazzing over nana with me :D

fyeahroleplayingrabbit:

submitted by adestroyerwhocansave
Well… it’s true. Three of them in particular I’m particularly close to, and try to RP with as much as I can. I even listed one of them as my sister on a Spanish project, and exchange letters and drawings with her. They have insanely different RP styles, personalities, ect, but they’re my family, and I love them to bits. I know there’s not much chance of it ever happening, but one day, I’d like to meet them for real c:

fyeahroleplayingrabbit:

submitted by adestroyerwhocansave

Well… it’s true. Three of them in particular I’m particularly close to, and try to RP with as much as I can. I even listed one of them as my sister on a Spanish project, and exchange letters and drawings with her. They have insanely different RP styles, personalities, ect, but they’re my family, and I love them to bits. I know there’s not much chance of it ever happening, but one day, I’d like to meet them for real c:

klarolinesgenuinebeauty:

This photo…

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makes me…

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As a Crusade, you’re guilty of many things in your lifetime.  You are the abomination of Dark Magick.  The ideal example of someone on a completely tortuous path.  There’s no positive faith for you because in the end everyone else simply just wants you dead.  It wasn’t completely our faults we were this way.  Our “leader”, Lestat Crusade, he controlled and devised every plan.  He gave us this curse of never aging and living for eternity but it came with a price.  The older we became, the more we learned.  One could only hope that they had known everything there is to know about them but with a curse comes dark secrets.  It takes a great deal of time for these secrets to be revealed.  I learned of that secret the day I found the box.  This isn’t just any old box of antique family heirlooms.  It was the heart of our existence.  The very morsel or object that kept us going.  Many of you may not know of it but it’s the conductor of our immortality.  It wields the power to not only give us what we want but there was a bargain.  This bargain is possibly one of the most terrifying things I have ever come across.  There was a keeper of this bargain, a demon of some sort.  A deal was made and it cannot be broken unless every one of our bloodline dies or someone is sacrificed.  I know there are methods of getting out of this alive but for some reason I feel like something terrible is bound to happen.  Everyday things seem to get stranger and darker.  Nothing feels safe or protected.  There’s a war waging out against us and, well, we better be prepared.

9 week old puppy in 10 inches of snow

(via jamesgatzisalyingshit)

“You look nothing like her, y’know?” he breathed out softly, his eyes boring into her.  She shifted uncomfortably, wrapping her arms around herself as she stared down at her feet.  Her mind was completely blank after her new realization became known.  She had no idea who he was and, unfortunately, no idea who she was either.  Everything she had known about her life was a lie.  Her lips parted slowly, quirking and twitching to speak but no sound escaped past her lips except her ragged breathing.

He stepped closer, her scent awfully familiar to him.  A small smirked formed on his lips.  “There’s no reason to be afraid of me.  I wouldn’t dare harm you, love.”  He lifted his hand to brush her hair from her face.  Leah instinctively flinched away from his touch, shaking her head. “No…this is just a dream.  You’re lying, they’re all lying…”