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Adventures in procrastination
Drabble-thingie stolen from various sources. You know who you are, you fine folks. I reserve the right to answer from any point in his main timeline, and maybe from his Quarantined storyline if I'm feeling like it.
Playful!Marcus
Murderous!Marcus
Flailing!Marcus
Incarcerated!Marcus
Ill!Marcus
Eloquent!Marcus
Cooking!MarcusOver-Protective!Marcus ( Read more... ) -
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Leaving Molly behind for three days should be no problem. He'd gone three months without seeing her, after all. And she was in good hands. Jody had her, and was likely spoiling the dickens out of the poor little thing ( Read more... ) -
RP planny thing for feathersnspirit, for compiling later into Allergies Part 2
((Okay! I'm going to write the bulk of the post here, and leave off at certain points for you to add your input, which will be worked in to the growing posty thing. This doesn't need to go like usual RP/threads. You can just reply with a mun's note of what she would do, or write a narrative RP response. Whatever you're motivated to do to help ( Read more... ) -
Under the boardwalk, we'll be falling in love
He couldn't remember the last time he'd left the compound. Actually, he could, but that was on pack business, and he hadn't strayed more than a few miles from the border. It totally didn't count. No, since moving to the compound the day Stephen died, he had not left it. Four months surrounded by the same trees, the same buildings, the same ( Read more... ) -
For the record...
Before anyone else says anything, I'm doing this for myself. Yes, Chelsea had her say, and I took her opinion into consideration. And of course Molly's health is a factor. In the end, however, the choice was mine. I need to stop thinking that the cigarettes will solve my problems for me. I need to stop retreating to a smoky haze whenever ( Read more... ) -
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Caught up in a bit of a childlike huff, Marcus made his way down to his circle, his sacred place. These emotions were perfectly normal, really, but he hated them. He hated feeling helpless. Of course, it was more than that. There was a real sense of loss, of mourning. He was beginning to doubt his decision. He was stressed out enough, on the ( Read more... )