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𝓃𝒶𝒹𝒾𝒶 𝑔.

06/16/2019 07:59 PM 

r u l e s

R U L E S ;okay,  i'm going to make this as short and as sweet as possible:i.   APPROACH ME IN OOC  ( OUT OF CHARACTER )  TO PLOT.  approaching me ic is confusing and roman has far too many verses for me to just pick one out of thin air.  plot with me before-hand.ii.   BE LITERATE.  this includes writing in third person.  if all i get are responses with no actions attached i won't respond.  iii.   no godmodding.  easy.iv.   DARK THEMES AHEAD!  hemlock grove touches on subjects such as abuse,  rape,  drugs,  incest,  child abuse,  mental illness,  racism and so forth.  if any of these things makes you uncomfortable please let me know.v.   don't be a d*ck.vi.   BE 18+!  i cannot stress this enough.  if you are a minor, please leave.  if you lie about your age i will block you and report you immediately.  no exceptions.vii.   DO NOT FORCE SHIPS!  it's all about chemistry.  also please be aware that roman & peteris my endgame ship.  no amount of plotting will change this,  so just keep that in mind.viii.   BE PATIENT!  i live a pretty hectic life and suffer from a few Things[tm] that i won't go into.  but that means i'm not gonna be here that often. reach out to me for my discord!ix.   sort of a personal thing but please be open for a friendship?  not having a sort of bond with the person i'm writing with kind of kills my muse and motivation.  i'm lonely ig?x.   NADIA REQUIRES HEAVY PLOTTING.  she is basically an oc,  so PLEASE feel free to ask questions!      —     PERMANENTLY WIP.O O C ;my name is may,  i'm 26 and a taurus.  i've been writing for a fckton of years and i'm an english / literature major.  i'm mostly on discord.  feel free to reach me there.  i promise i'm not as mean as my rules make me sound!

𝑳𝒊𝒍𝒂𝒄 𝑺𝒌𝒚

06/16/2019 07:19 PM 

Death Drabble

With tears in her eyes as she stood opposite Alaric as he slipped the wedding ring onto her finger, she smiled, he really did have a way with words, and she was so happy that life was finally going her way, with her new almost Husband and her unborn children growing inside her, it was almost like a blissful dream. "Oh god, That's a tough act to follow."She admitted with a laugh as she wiped the tears from her eyes. the whole room laughing along within what was, such a beautiful ceremony."Alaric Saltzman, You ar---"She froze, suddenly. the unmeasurable pain searing through her, something was wrong, her first thought was her babies, something was happening, was she losing them, was she miscarrying. a second sharping searing pain,  her face fell into a perfect O shape, she knew exactly what was happening, as her eyes skimmed down, she could see the dark crimson oozing from her stomach, but nobody was there, no weapon. ah.. she should've known all along that she'd never get the peaceful life while her deranged brother lurked around. She tried to get the words from her lips but the pain that ached through her was unbearable, he was killing her, her babies, with each stab wound that hit her, but she couldn't see him, she could only see the puzzled look from Alaric as he called her name. finally on the third and final entry her lips let slip a fearful cry as her body slummed involuntarily to the floor, she could see the Crimson on her beautiful white dress now, expanding across it, just as she could see the face of Kai appearing before her yet she couldn't even think about him."My bab--ies.. do--oo, so--somethingg" she pleaded in a fearsome whimper, she prayed in that moment, her arm clutching onto Alaric with what force she could muster as her eyes found his horrified face, that's all she could see in that moment, nothing around her was relevant anymore, it was merely a blur, none of the words of anyone reached her, just him, Just Alaric. "please, please, god. If you're up there, don't let him lose us both." As her body began to feel colder, the lose of blood beginning to send her body into shock the only thing she could see was him. the man she loved, watching her slip away, she wanted to tell him so bad how much he'd made her life so much happier, she wanted to tell him not to mourn at the bottom of a bottle, to live his life in happiness even if it was without her. "Al--" She tried with everything she had left, she was cold, so cold she could feel it sweeping over her, she wasn't going to be able to hold on much longer. all of a sudden, ringing echoed in her ears followed quickly by chanting."save them." was all she could think, she knew that's what the chanting was.  Her now covered in crimson hand laid across her stomach and a final tear escaped her, her eyes softening and a small smile started before it all to quickly stopped.For a moment there was nothing, no pain, no yelling, no fighting, just peacefulness.Her body was still, then suddenly she was rising, she could see the carnage around her, the broken glass, the broken windows, the chanting relatives of hers. in that second she thought she'd made it, they'd saved her, but nothing seemed real, the voices didn't sound like voices, it sounded as if everything was quiet and muffled like she was watching from inside a bubble. A sudden sinking feeling as she raised higher made her look down. her body was lifeless in Alaric's arms, still holding onto her stomach as Alaric cried cradling her. "No, that's not fair.. No! I want to go back! please." She cried out pleading. there was nobody who could see her, as her spirit drifted above them all as tears of brokenness rolled across her cheeks. The coven was chanting, she could hear them as they did so, but she knew it wasn't for her, If anything, the coven would save the babies, so that the children may live on without her keeping the last of the Gemini Coven alive, how though she didn't quite known. She looked up suddenly as a beaming light appeared above her head making it irresistible to look at, even the feeling that radiated off of it felt tranquil. was she to move on while everything around her lifeless body was going on. "I..I can't" Was all she could muster.her eyes came back down onto the disoriented room that was once her beautiful wedding, then as if somebody had heard her some invisible force latched onto Josie and with a swift jerk she felt herself moving away from the light which was appearing to get much dimmer now. She looked at the light once more before it faded quickly into nothing it was then that Josette's vision began to lose focus. she looked around her frantically, the room had become much darker but she could see one figured outline still there with brightness surrounding them, that figure chanting quietly, much quieter than the rest yet it was that person whose words seemed the clearest. It was her father, he was holding onto her, using some kind of spell to stop Josie from leaving, she had, no clue what his plan was, but through the tears, she smiled. suddenly a voice echoed through her mind, almost like a telepathic pulse. "If this worked, you'll find them again Josie. be patient."With that everything was white, there was nothing surrounding her anymore, there was nobody there, but somehow she still felt anchored, like she'd not gone to a better place, nor a worse place. this was something, in between. something she was unsure about but yet she somehow felt peaceful. Sure she'd lost her husband, her children, in what should've been the happiest day of her life. but something inside her told her, the children would somehow live on. that they were safe, those final words being the thing to ease her worry.----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------She wasn't sure how much time had passed sitting in what she'd now called the void, her torturous isolation where she was forced to think about her life, her memories and nothing else, nobody to socialize with, nothing to look at. She couldn't help but think she could've done more to stop Kai, she could've tried harder to ensure the safety of her family, of her coven, her siblings. she often wondered if Kai had found justice finally, that somebody had sought revenge after her death, but in that same wishful thought, she hoped it wasn't Alaric. Now a fragile human a dread ached through her stomach, his recklessness would certainly get him into trouble. She thought about Alaric then, like she did most days, had it been days? weeks? months? years even. -- She often thought about him still, the trauma he'd already dealt with in his life, losing every woman he ever loved, and now Jo too. She hoped at least, somehow, he'd be able to find peace and happiness.As her thoughts and worry consumed her temporarily as always, but she'd barely noticed the faint noise that had suddenly filled her void. her eyes looked at her once white space but now it looked more greyish - yet still darkening. "CLEAR!" she heard clearer now, that invisible hold yanked at her pulling her, as if she was floating downwards towards something, the void disappearing behind her into blurry colors. Was this it? was she finally going to a better place, or was it that her father's spell finally had something more in store for her. she remembered in that instant the final words she'd heard spoken to her. "be patient." began to suddenly echo through her head almost like an annoying headache, her eyes closed in hopes it would somehow block it out, but it merely got louder and louder like a never-ending deafening screech until suddenly  it was gone, her spirit jerked and her body ached, her father's voice had stopped and in return something new, an unfamiliar women's voice spoke instead. "CHARGING! --CLEAR!"an earsplitting bleeping she recognized began briefly went on behind her as a shock zapped through her suddenly, the bleeping turning to a steady ongoing beat, almost like a heartbeat being read. curious Josette attempted to open her eyes, this time they felt heavier, almost painful to open yet somehow managing it her eyes blinked rapidly the sudden white beaming light itching at her eyes for the longest moment before being replaced by a face with a blue mask. the woman took down her mask and stared at her, she was mid-thirties, brunette, beautiful.  "Welcome back, Mrs. Rowling, We lost you there for a minute."She voice admitted sounded rather triumphant. She blinked briefly before closing her eyes again suddenly feeling so exhausted. Mrs. Rowling? Who was that? why was this nurse calling her Rowling and not Saltzman or Laughlin? a sudden surge of pain smacked her in the head suddenly, as if somebody was trying to stuff endless things into a tiny space. Rowling -- Hospital.. But I'm--- I'm Jos--- Jo.... P--Phoebe...? suddenly all these new memories coursed through her brain, a childhood, a family,  pain, heartbreak,  life,  work, boyfriend, happiness, laughter. and suddenly they were her  and everything she wants knew collided with these new things she knew, this life. she pushed and pushed at all these memories fluttering around her head trying to untangle what was and what was not. these newer memories seemed more solid, and more real, and those others seemed much more, faded, and the pain in her head made everything so much harder to comprehend, so much harder to figure out what went where. "Mrs. Rowling?." A voice interrupted her and again her eyes opened this time she attempted to find words but only found a crumpled sound. "Mhmph?" was all that slipped out. from her lips. "Mrs Rowling. Can you tell me your name?"What was her name, she thought to herself, suddenly something once so clear to her seemed very shadowed and unknown, two names seemed to appear, one less vivid than the other. J--J.. P...Ph.. the word finally binged in her head. "P--Phoebe, Phoebe Rowling" a croakish tired voice finally spoke in response. The nurse finally smiled, assuming that her answer was correct she too smiled in response."You've had quite a day, Mrs. Rowling. We're glad to have you back though."her hand, caught up in wires from endless machines wondered unconsciously to her stomach as if something was missing that she couldn't quite put her finger on. As she laid exhausted upon what she assumed was a hospital bed, she finally gave in to the exhaustion that nipped at her, feeling safe and almost pain-free, she greeted sleep like an old friend and let it take her off into her dreams. Dreams filled with:bad witches,fangs,blood,carnage,friendship,happiness,but most importantly, with love.Once memories, now seeming nothing but a distant disturbed dream floating around her sleeping mind like a reoccurring wild dream.                                 

Bowie

06/16/2019 05:25 PM 

OPTIONAL TASK 03: My Home.

Bowie lives alone and takes pride in her home, and spent a lot of time decorating. Her kitchen is modern and spacious which is perfect for a girl who loves to cook. Black on white is a simplistic design, hanging lights, an island and of course flowers make up the finish touches. Her living room is large and she loves to snuggle down on her large sofa with a blanket and her dog Baxter. A simple table and of course flowers again, and a large TV (not pictured) is the perfect place to relax. Her bedroom is large and spacious, a double bed is perfect for a queen, a seat to chill out on, a dresser (not pictured) is perfect for getting ready, as well as a TV (not pictured) so she can relax in bed. She wanted it to be bright yet simple to reflect her personality. A window seat in her hallway is where she spends a lot of her time reading, writing, and blogging. She loves to just look at the window and watch the world go by, she could waste away the hours happily there. A big dining room is perfect for hosting guests, white and clean, simple yet slightly extravagant. It's the perfect space for dinner parties. A large bathroom complete with plunge bath, shower and wash basin and mirror, the perfect space to either quickly shower or lounge in the bath and relax with essential oils. A little bit girly, a little bit masculine. A great combo for her. A large wine cellar is where she keeps her wines and lets a lot of them mature over time. Not a lot of people get to see this secret space. A guest bedroom is simple, delicate and cute and always ready for visitors. The guest bathroom contains a shower, a bath (not pictured) and of course a wash basin. It's simple and has everything a guest could need.

𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓪 𝓰.

06/16/2019 04:42 PM 

r u l e s

R U L E S ;okay,  i'm going to make this as short and as sweet as possible:i.   APPROACH ME IN OOC  ( OUT OF CHARACTER )  TO PLOT.  approaching me ic is confusing and roman has far too many verses for me to just pick one out of thin air.  plot with me before-hand.ii.   BE LITERATE.  this includes writing in third person.  if all i get are responses with no actions attached i won't respond.  iii.   no godmodding.  easy.iv.   DARK THEMES AHEAD!  hemlock grove touches on subjects such as abuse,  rape,  drugs,  incest,  child abuse,  mental illness,  racism and so forth.  if any of these things makes you uncomfortable please let me know.v.   don't be a d*ck.vi.   BE 18+!  i cannot stress this enough.  if you are a minor, please leave.  if you lie about your age i will block you and report you immediately.  no exceptions.vii.   DO NOT FORCE SHIPS!  it's all about chemistry.  also please be aware that roman & peteris my endgame ship.  no amount of plotting will change this,  so i won't be writing endgame petha.viii.   BE PATIENT!  i live a pretty hectic life and suffer from a few Things[tm] that i won't go into.  but that means i'm not gonna be here that often. reach out to me for my discord!ix.   sort of a personal thing but please be open for a friendship?  not having a sort of bond with the person i'm writing with kind of kills my muse and motivation.  i'm lonely ig?     —     PERMANENTLY WIP.O O C ;my name is may,  i'm 26 and a taurus.  i've been writing for a fckton of years and i'm an english / literature major.  i'm mostly on discord.  feel free to reach me there.  i promise i'm not as mean as my rules make me sound!

Clairvoyant Protector

06/16/2019 12:54 PM 

Happy Father's Day - Drabble

“Is this Dad’s favorite food?” Judy stood on a chair by the kitchen counter, stirring the pancake batter in the bowl in front of her. She wanted to taste it but remembered her mother telling her not to lick her fingers or the spoon if she was making food for more than just herself. She sighed a little, but it made sense. She wouldn’t want someone else’s slobbery food either.Lorraine smiled over at her daughter from where she stood in front of the stove, shifting to skirt around the roosters wandering the kitchen as she pulled a few things from the fridge. “One of them.” She assured with an easy smile. She and Judy had gotten up extra early in order to make a special breakfast for Ed who was still sleeping upstairs. The table was already partially set with a small vase of flowers from the garden and a special card that Judy had made all by herself. “What are the rest?” Judy asked, giggling as she watched her mother trip over Jack, the rooster squawking in surprise.Sighing, Lorraine pulled several bowls from the cupboard and broke up some bread into them before she put one down on the floor for each of the roosters, the sigh turning into a laugh as they jumped up and down in excitement. “Anything he doesn’t have to cook.” She answered Judy’s question with another smile as she went back to the stove. “He’ll love this.” She added, gesturing to the meal they were preparing.“I hope so.” Judy hopped down from her chair with the bowl in her hands, bringing it to Lorraine so that the pancakes could be cooked. “It’s supposed to be a special day for him.” She climbed back up on her chair to reach for some glasses, taking them to the table to finish setting it. “Do you think he’ll like my card? I worked hard on it.”“I know he’ll adore it. How can he not? It’s beautiful.” Lorraine assured easily. She started to hum absently as she finished cooking and Judy finished setting the table before coming to help take all the food to it. The girl poured orange juice in the three glasses and then stepped back to admire their work. “We did good.” She nodded in approval before grinning up at Lorraine. “Can I go wake him up now?”Her excitement was contagious, and Lorraine couldn’t help but grin. “Go for it.” She watched Judy run out of the kitchen, galloping up the stairs to wake her father. She could vaguely hear their voices from upstairs, but not what was being said. Checking over the table to make sure everything really was perfect, she waited for the two of them to join her.A few minutes later Ed, looking slightly tousled but happy, entered the kitchen with Judy tugging him by the hand as if she didn’t think he was going fast enough. “Ta-da!” She let go of his hand to stand beside Lorraine, holding her hands out toward the table, presenting it with a flourish. “Happy Father’s Day!” She shifted her weight eagerly as he exclaimed over the set up and moved to sit.“What’s this?” He asked, picking up the card that was beside his plate. “I made it for you.” Judy answered, watching him closely and a little anxiously, hoping that he liked it despite her mother’s assurances that he would. He read the card in silence and then looked up at her and the smile on his face told her everything she needed to know as he thanked her and told her he loved it. She threw herself into his arms and kissed his cheek. “I love you, Dad.”Finally settling in to eat, they all chatted a little, compliments were given on the food and they all enjoyed just having the time together. It wasn’t something that happened as often as any of them would like and they cherished it when they had it. When they were finished, Judy became excited again and it didn’t take her long to say why. “Can I give Dad his present?” She asked Lorraine, eyes wide, tone practically begging her to say yes. As if she would say no anyway. “Go get it.”“Present?” Ed arched an eyebrow at her as Judy ran off to retrieve it and Lorraine shrugged, but couldn’t help a smile from lifting her lips once more. “Well, yeah. It’s Father’s Day. A day for presents.” Of course she thought he deserved them every day, but she didn’t say that. She knew she didn’t have to. “Oh. Of course, of course.” Ed nodded in return, smirking just a little.Their attention was drawn back to Judy as she hurried back into the kitchen. Ed’s eyes widened a little at the gift in her arms. A new guitar. While they didn’t get as much family time as they wanted, they also didn’t get as much music time. But, he was good. More than that and Lorraine hadn’t been able to resist the instrument when she had seen it in the music shop window.Judy carefully approached and offered the instrument to Ed. “Do you like it?” She asked, eyes wide and excited. Ed gingerly accepted the offering, pushing his chair away from the table so that he could lay it across his lap, fingering the strings silently. “I don’t know what to say. I love it.” He finally found his voice, smiling at Judy and then turning a different special look on Lorraine. “I love it.”Lorraine cocked her head slightly. “I thought maybe you could play the guitar for me and I could play the piano for you.” She told him, her own eyes shining as she referenced a conversation they had had years ago, when they were first getting to know each other as teenagers. “And then maybe we can play something together.”Ed looked speechless again, clearly surprised that she had remembered that conversation so well after all this time. “And I can sing!” Judy piped up. She wasn’t one for instruments herself, but she did have a decent voice. And of course she didn’t want to be left out of such things.Lorraine couldn’t help but chuckle at that. “And Judy can sing.” She agreed, watching Ed tenderly set the guitar aside. He first went to Judy, lifting her up into his arms and hugging her close before kissing her forehead in thanks before moving to Lorraine. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, giving her a kiss that conveyed everything that words couldn’t and how much he appreciated their thought and effort.In his arms – her favorite place to be – Lorraine met his eyes, her love for him showing clearly in her own as she smiled one more time. “Happy Father’s Day.”




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