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Updating this later because it's going on 12AM. For now, though: ‎ Bop.

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Spoiler: Fond of ‎ Post-apocalyptic settings. ‎ Clashing character dynamics. ‎ Supernatural elements. ‎ Worldbuilding. Spoiler: Mashup Ideas All are open to being MxM, MxF and FxF. Vampire / Demon + Supernatural Hunter Increasingly Possessive Plant-Turned-Human + Plant Shop Owner Hero + Reform Program Villain Supernatural Leader + Supernatural Leader ( Treaty marriage? Actively Warring? ) Will continue to flesh this portion out later.

Spoiler: InuYasha Canon divergent preferred. Open to feudal and modern era plotting. Koga + Kagome ‎ ( Aged Up ) Sesshomaru + Kagura‎ ‎ ( Aged Up )

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The mirror above the sink shattered. A violent cobweb of glass exploded outward, centered around Seth's skull. The graffiti-covered walls disappeared. The urinals disappeared. Quinn disappeared. And for one long, stifled breath, the world went black.

When the room returned to him, it was tilted off its axis, splattered with white dots. His ears were ringing. The echoes of bone crunching and glass shattering reverberated in his skull, clashing with the muffled, heavy bass of club music on the other side of the restroom door. His stomach clenched so hard that he half-expected to spew up every last shot he'd downed. But then he saw the look on Quinn's face... and every ounce of vodka crawling its way back up his throat felt worth it.

"Cheap shot," he exhaled, the sound of his voice nasal now, thicker. His head lolled forward. Bits of glass, displaced by the movement, landed in a series of sharp tinks in the steel of the sink. His hands, having snapped down to white-knuckle the counter after being struck, slowly began to loosen their grip. "You feel better now? Got whatever it is you needed to get outta your system all cleared out?" His tongue darted out to wet his lips. All he tasted was iron and sweat. Saliva pooled in his mouth. He swallowed it down quickly, hating the way it settled over a layer of rising bile but loving the sheen in those pretty brown eyes—loving they were finally looking at him again. "Don't know what you're mad at me for. I'm not the one dating your cute little ass anymore."

One of his hands rose to touch the bridge of his nose. It was throbbing. Waves of heat pulsed outward from it, making his face feel too hot. Making his head spin. His hand dropped back down to the counter. He spit red onto the tiles next to his shoes, crimson staining his teeth. His eyes never lowered from Quinn's.

Slowly, Seth sagged back against the mirror. Shards still lodged in the frame dug into his shirt, their sharp little edges biting at his back. His gaze slid down to the smear of scarlet on his ex's fist before flicking back up to his face. "If you're gonna be mad at someone, be mad at the guy sitting at the bar waiting for me." His brows arched high. The edges of his mouth ticked upward, taking on a shape that was more a baring of teeth than an actual smile. "He's the one that was deleting texts, answering my calls—turning off his location to come running." That nasal voice deepened with a burgeoning, dark kind of amusement. "Call me what you want, sweetheart, I know I'm a dick." His hands lifted in a mocking surrender, fingers splayed wide. A thick line of blood spilled down his chin. "But you gotta give me credit where credit's due; I never cheated on you. I even tipped you off on where your little boy toy was gonna be tonight. Now you know exactly what it is you're working with."

This is just something that was typed up really quick for the sake of having an up-to-date example of my writing style. If anyone's interested in building off of it, let me know!

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