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10/13/2019 10:19 PM 

Temporary Owes List.

Updated: 10.13.19  Owes: ---Waiting on: ---


10/13/2019 09:31 PM 

Who Am I Now?

Name: Sophie Dumond Nick Name(s): NoneName Meaning: "Wisdom/ Insight/ Intelligence" "Of the mountain" Alias: NoneSuper hero/villain name: Cat WomanAge: Late twenties Zodiac sign: Aries D.O.B: March 31st Sexuality: Straight Gender: FemaleHeight: 5'6Species: HumanNationality: German-American Build: Hourglass Family: All unknown other than her daughter GiGiLove interests: Arthur Fleck BACKSTORY: Sophie's life was turned upside down when she met Arthur, little interactions here and there, he was the only nice man in the apartments, but when the protests began to happen the apartments were one of the first to be attacked. Almost losing her daughter Gigi was taken from her setting her in the light of an unfit parent if she could not provide proper shelter. How was she supposed to in this terrible part of Gotham?! A single mother has so much to deal with it but if she didn't have enough to take care of her daughter she would figure out a way, even if it meant bad things, but of course she could not do those unmasked. She became the next bout of chaos after the Wayne's death known as Cat Woman. Stealing prized jewels and the most expensive things she could find just to sell them on closed off markets. Making her way up, she got her daughter back, but what about the trail of death and loss she had left? Who knows; Do you?

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10/13/2019 06:49 PM 

The Hunt has begun. Featuring Caleb and Fenrir.

Running as fast as her feet could carry her. The pounding in her head only becoming a loud orchestra of instruments. Banging heavily at the inside of her skull. Looking up through her lashes at the looming full moon. Her breathing swelling in her chest, forming ragged breaths. Fingers grasped at the trunk of a tree near her. Falling to her knees, where she gripped at the grass below. Tugging on the green blades as if they were somehow going to help her.  Sweat beaded along pale flesh. It had only been recently that the wolf and the host had settled their differences with the help of Caleb. He showed her that man and beast could co-exist together. That yes, her life had changed. She had changed, but it wasn’t a bad thing. Now, this curse she had started off hating had grown into a gift. Quite literally, he had pulled her back from an edge. From a death of her own making. He accepted her in a way others never would. It wasn’t their fault that the girl she used to be had died during the war, now in her place was a new woman. A changed woman. No matter how hard she had fought to avoid it.   The change in her becoming obvious in how she was living her life now. Since the minute Fenrir had marked her for this cursed gift, her life had changed. Everything about her world had been altered. No longer would she be silenced. She would no longer be that mousy Ravenclaw who allowed herself to be used as a doormat for the pure-blooded world her family name had forced upon her. No, now she was the monster. Now she was free. Her cage had been torn open and she had the scars to prove it.  Blues began to change. Now glowing with a near perfect golden hue. Senses running wild within her. Taste. Touch. Smell. Everything had become sharper, stronger. The electricity along her skin had been the first sign. Then the warning within. Allowing her to get far enough away from town. Out into the woods where she would be free from judgmental gazes and the threats that fell upon her species. As well as keeping them safe from herself. Suddenly everything in her stirred to life. He’s here. Her wolf warned her before she heard him. An eerie howl echoed through the barren branches of the trees around her. A warning of sorts that her gift giver was near. She had felt him a few times since the attack. Red locks had fallen to frame her face. The ribbon that had kept her hair back nowhere to be found. A wave of hot pain forced its way through her. Her spine elongating as her wolf began to force her way through her flesh. Starting with her hands. Claws pushing their way through her nail beds. Blood pooling in the crevices of her fingers. As her shoulders began to crack and snap, she cried out.  Lifting her head, she released a scream. Waking the sleeping wildlife and causing it to scurry from the area. Opening her mouth as her screams came more violently. Heavy thudding of her heart in her chest could be heard loudly in her own ears. Pale flesh began to tear from her body, in its place her pelt began to show through. Pearly whites being replaced by sharp canines, forcing her to spit out the blood that had started to pool in her mouth. Lifting her hands, she shakily tore her dress from her body as the transformation came full force, flooding through her. Flesh and blood left in the grass below her, two legs were now four. In her place was a beautiful wolf. Larger than a normal wolf, yet smaller than a male werewolf would be. Her pelt was light, a mixture of whites and reds. Eyes like molten gold. Simmering in the contrast of the shadows of the night. Catching a scent on the wind, her ears perked. Taking off quickly on the pads of her paws. Swiftly moving through the maze of trees that lurched forward, outreaching towards her in a desperate attempt to slow her down. Continuing in the direction of the familiar howl, Octavia made her way towards her growing pack. Eagerly yearning for their company beneath the moon that they so willingly had begun to bask in.  Blissfully unaware that now in the place where she had just recently undergone the painfully beautiful change, stood Fenrir Greyback. His clawed hand reached down. Grasping the blue bow from its resting place. Lifting it to his face, inhaling the scent on it. A wicked grin spread along his lips. A fanged grin that would send a chill along anyone’s spine. His relentless stalking of his sweetest prodigy had led him straight to the others of whom he so desperately longed to sink his claws into. “This will be the greatest hunt of my life…” His voice chilled the air around him. Dripping with a hunger that had yet to be satiated. ….The hunt has begun.


10/13/2019 05:49 PM 

[C.S] 15 question Survey

1. What would you name your boat if you had one? If I had a boat it would be named USS Greg2. What’s the closest thing to real magic? Does my d*ck count? 3. Who is the messiest person you know? Oliver Teufel but he's gotten cleaner since he's dating.4. What will finally break the internet? an apocalypse of some type. 5. What’s the most useless talent you have?I can make smoke shapes when I smoke weed. 6. What would be on the gag reel of your life? Why would anyone want to watch that? 7. Where is the worst smelling place you’ve been? The boys locker room its pretty nasty. 8. What celebrity would you rate as a perfect 10?guy: far as acting goes, Nicolas Cage. Everything else Skeet Ulrich girl: Kristen bell always had a crush on her. 9. What’s a body part that you wouldn’t mind losing? I was already part I don't know I mean aren't' they all pretty important?10. What is the dumbest way you’ve been injured? I am accident prone so there's a lot of dumb ways I've injured myself. I fall down stairs almost once a year, fell up the stairs, tripped over gravity, tripped over my shoe lace, and cut my finger cleaning those pencil sharpers on the wall in my sixth grade classroom. 11. Which fictional character would be the most boring to meet in real life? Bella Swan, hands down. 12. What is the best and worst purchases you’ve ever made? Twilight saga. 13. If you had to change your name, what would your new name be, and why would you choose that name? King Greg. Cause I just can't wait to be king. 14. What are some things that sound like compliments but are actually insults? Have you met me?  15. What’s your biggest screw up in the kitchen? Being allowed in the kitchen. 


10/13/2019 05:48 PM 

[C.S] inside me

Writers Note: I do not have Dissociative identity disorder (DID), previously known as multiple personality disorder (MPD), is a mental illness characterized by at least two distinct and relatively enduring personality states. This is accompanied by memory gaps beyond what would be explained by ordinary forgetfulness. I have been doing some research on it for a few years to grasp a better understanding to what it was. This is no way intentional to be rude or harmful to anyone who does happen to have DID I do respect you in a whole lot of ways from my understanding it’s very difficult to live with. I’m always willing to learn a bit more so education rather than bashing would be helpful.   -----  inside me  John: John is the protector that comes out during fight or flight situations. John is often someone he visualizes as his father. John showed up one day after the car accident and taught Greg that it was okay to have some fear long as it was faced. John allows Greg to remember some of the memories that he has when he takes over, but it wasn’t always the case. There would be a lot of times when John took over that he would black out and forget events that happened. Sam: Sam is a much darker identity when he takes over. Run. When Sam comes out and plays, he is vicious. Cindy and Oliver are the ones who have encountered Sam on more than one occasion. Outside the family it was Ellie who was the first girl Greg dated in middle school to Freshman year of high school.  Sam is a much darker identity that lives inside of his head he has no memory or knowledge whenever Sam comes out to play and he doesn’t want to. George Walters: At first Greg wasn’t sure if George Walter was part of his disorder or not once he was diagnosed but he was formerly and often known as his alter ego. George Walters is Greg’s alter ego that comes out whenever Greg gets himself into a sticky situation with someone he likes. Greg has used George to pick up girls or to get himself out of awkwardness of being a teenager in high school. When Oliver caught up with him and started high school George Walters and Nelson (Oliver’s alter) would get into a lot of trouble or just be silly to make friends that way.

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