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06/29/2020 05:55 PM 

Dirtbag, Part 2.

Dirtbag, Part 2 Bother.   2010. Have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately? Do you like what you see? “You’re trustworthy, aren’t you Arnold?” The room he sat in, dim and stale, seemed like the setting of a mafia movie. Sixteen and terrified, Arnold sat in a small, wooden chair under the only light in the room, fiddling with his hands, as an older male, Alfonso, hovered over him. Alfonso didn’t look like he belonged here, in this dingy room. Dressed to the nines in a dark, pinstripe suit, black hair slicked back, Al was probably one of the most intimidating men the boy had ever met. He knew not to cross him, so in response, he nodded, too scared to speak. The beast could grow inside of you, in spite of me. That wicked grin formed upon Al’s features, grey eyes boring into Arnold for a moment, before the hand that wielded his sleek black gun, bringing it to his chin. “Good,” He said, watching as Arnold’s breath shuttered, “I’m very happy that you know I could easily blow your brains out on this cold floor and just leave your body for the wild animals. No one out there really cares about you, which is why it’s great to have you on my team. I trust you, so I wanted to show you something.” His gun fell to his side again, Arnold’s muscles finally able to relax, eyebrows arched in curiosity. “Show me...something?” He asked, clearing his throat. Al nodded, bringing a cigarette between his lips, before tossing Arnold the box. “Oh, sir,” He said, shaking his head, “I’m not old enough.” Al scoffed, making a face at the other. “Please,” He said, waiting for Arnold to stand and follow him, “I know you smoke in the van. Do you really think I’m going to turn you in to the police?” Al snorted, guiding the teenager down a long, dark hallway with multiple doors and no windows, even more dim lighting to be seen. Head ducked, Arnold nodded and followed after him. “I have another job for you,” Al said, stopping in front of a door close to the end, “it’s different from what you’re used to, but pays more. Are you in?” Blue eyes widened at the rusted copper doorknob Al had his fingers wrapped around, chest tightening with an anxiety he’d never felt before. Should he agree? Would it be bad for him if he didn’t? He cleared his throat, taking a deep breath. More money. He needed more money. “Yes,” Arnold responded, composing himself, “I’m in. I’m all in.” Al, seemingly reluctant, gazed at him for a moment, expressionless… this scared him, mortified Arnold, mostly because he felt as though he knew that Al was capable of terrible terrible things. Finally, however, the older man’s lips curled up into a grin once more. “Very well,” He said, turning the knob, “step inside.” The room looked so dark. So eerie. He braced himself, stepping forward into the doorway, met immediately with the smell of death. At first, he couldn’t see a thing, not until Al flipped a switch and shed orange light on the horrors inside the room. A few old, riggity beds were lined up along the wall, four at least. Upon three of them were the lifeless corpses of young women, the youngest looking at least 13. He choked at the sight of their faces, skin drained of color, lips purple, eyes wide to the ceiling. One had bruises on her neck, another a slit throat, the youngest one a bullet hole between her eyes. “These are all accidents,” Al said casually, stepping around to lift the hand of the first girl as Arnold looked on, eyes wide with horror, “one tried to escape. One wasn’t pleasing to a client. The little bitch bit one and he shot her.” Al shrugged, Arnold blinking back to reality when the older man turned to him, his words causing an unfamiliar anger to boil in his chest. “So what do you want me to do with them?” He asked through gritted teeth, trying not to show his emotions. Al could read him though. “Arnie, my boy,” He said, moving over to place his hands on the boy’s shoulders, gripping him tightly, “these women were disposable. Just like all of my women. I’ll simply replace them with others that I find. You don’t have to feel anything for them. They are at peace from this terrible world.” He couldn’t believe the man’s words, straight from a monster's mouth… but he knew reacting now would just get him on the fourth bed. He was only sixteen. He wasn’t ready to die. “So what do you want me to do with them?” He asked again, words firmer, eyes watering over slightly. His nostrils were flaring, anger consuming him. “I want you to dispose of them.” Al continued, nodding to the girls on the bed, “got a little deal with the mortician down out of the city. He lets me use the furnace in exchange for a generous amount of money. A generous amount you’ll be seeing after you drop them off to be incinerated.” Arnold’s lip trembled slightly, eyes moving from Al’s evil f***ing face to the women on the bed, then back. A generous amount of money. For what? Disposing of these women? Whose families were probably in shambles looking for them, begging for them to come home, and now he was just going to erase them? Like they never existed? He thought about the Ajuwa’s. The family that had so graciously took him in. How he’d be putting them in severe danger if he refused. He couldn’t do that to them. Blinking back tears, he nodded his head and cleared his throat, extending his hand to Al, who took it immediately. “You got yourself a deal,” He said, taking a deep breath, “I’ll run them to the mortician. Drop them off. That’s it, right?” Al nodded, giving Arnold a grin that he thought maggots would crawl out of. “That’s it.” He repeated, letting go of the younger boy’s hand. Their faces, like ghouls, trauma from their deaths painted in their expressions. I’ll be erasing them. Like they never existed.   I'll be the bad guy now, though I ain't too proud.


06/29/2020 05:54 PM 

Let It Go.

Let it go. Let it go. Let it go. Just let it go. 2009. Blood pooled at the drain of his shower, swirling in a little crimson twister, disappearing into nothing. His back pressed against the wet wall, hair stuck to his skin as the open wound trickled into bright red veins down his arms. From his lips a cigarette loosely dangled, the embers had gone out a long time ago from the water. His head lolled slightly to the side, in his lap a bloody razor, responsible for the life draining from his being. He didn’t want this. He never did, but it was impossible not to want to slip away at any given chance. You’re not meant to die. At least not right now. You have so much left to do. Arnold’s blue eyes fluttered closed, wanting to push back the voices in his head telling him to get the f*** up. Urging him to move. To continue living. Please… get up. Was it more powerful than the memory of all the sh*t people constantly said to him? Fat boy. Ugly. Put the f***ing fork down, piggy. Words that stuck. Words that left an incredible ache in his chest, purged his will to live… despite that, despite his skin paling as he bled out in the shower, he reached for his lighter and lit it… pressing the flame to his open wound to close it up…. Modern day, midnight. The scarred wrist hovered, cigarette placed between his lips, smoke billowing from them. He could see them, the bunny f***ers in the distance, laughing behind their creepy mask as they antagonized a young girl. A shadow in the darkness, they couldn’t see him. Not at first at least. Stomping out the cigarette beneath his boot, he slid a familiar mask over his face, one he’d stolen from some poor f***er who’d been unfortunate enough to have his neck snapped with ease in a Valkery alleyway a few nights ago. Once the bunny was in place, Arnold made his way across the street to join the three minions. “Lucy needs us.” He muttered from behind the mask, hands carefully placed in his pockets. Once they were distracted, he watched the girl scurry off, seemingly grateful that he’d shown up. The three other men peered at him from behind their mask, before looking between one another… finally shrugging and walking toward him. They weren’t exactly the brightest people, the diabolical sh*t was left up to their leader. They were just there for the numbers. Checkmate. Arnold turned his back on the three idiots whose fates were sealed once they started following him, leading them into the abyss of the dark, Valkery roads on this exceptionally warm night. His feet hit the partially wet ground, fingers wrapping around cold metal in his pocket as they escaped the dim lights of the streetlamps. “What does the bossman want?” One of the minions asked, causing Arnold to stop in his tracks, back still facing them. His eyes flickered down to the scar on his wrist, one that once spilled so much of his blood. One that had almost claimed his life. A chuckle left his lips as he raised the bunny mask off his face, dropping it to the ground, causing the others much confusion, he was sure. “You know what,” He said, “I don’t recall. Maybe it was something along the lines of asking me to make sure you didn’t scream.” He turned around, not giving them nearly enough time to react as one hand pulled a familiar blade from his pocket, one he’d stolen after the little fear factor night, lunging it into the first minions temple, blood spraying like a sprinkler on a summer day when he yanked it out. The two other men watched in horror as their friend fell lifeless to the ground, but before they could draw their guns, Arnold acted quicker. One hand shot up, gripping one of the minions raised wrist, snapped it back, the sound of bones breaking filling the void, but before he could scream, Arnold stuck the blade into his throat rapidly, bloody splattering across his features, causing the man to choke instead. He quickly removed the blade, letting the second bunny man cripple to the ground in a pool of his flesh and bones as the third lunged at him, but he too was unfortunate. Arnold’s hand caught the man’s hair, knee meeting his gut, then his chin, before lunging the blade into the back of his skull and throwing him to the pavement. His boot smashed into his head, just to make sure, eyes wandering to the second one again, who was choking on his own blood. “It’s crazy, right?” Arnold asked, pulling another cigarette from his pocket, bringing it to his lips and lighting the end, “what death feels like as it creeps up on you? I know what that’s like. Unfortunately for you, you won’t escape it like I did.” Kneeling down to hover over the dying man, he pulled away his mask, revealing the face of a man who couldn’t be any older than he was. “In life you get to choose a path,” Arnold said, blowing smoke out toward the other’s face, “seems like you chose the wrong one.” Once the smoke left his lungs, he pressed the blade to the man’s throat, pushing down and sliding it along his flesh slowly, blood pooling at the sharp edge. Once the minion’s struggling stopped, eyes still wide to the sky as his life slipped away, Arnold stood. “That was for Sora.” He said, finger trailing the ‘P.M’ initials etched into the blade handle. I’ll be the bad guy now… though I ain’t too proud.


06/29/2020 05:52 PM 


Mean. I'm no good at goodbyes.   Don’t nobody tell me that god don’t have a sense of humor, ‘cause now that I want to live well everybody around me is dying.What was the point?Back to square one, that’s where he’d landed on his ass. Swimming in the deep end with broken limbs, barely able to keep his head above water without it filling his lungs. It felt pointless sometimes, like he should just let his body sink beneath the current and carry him under, maybe then he’d feel lighter. Right now, though, life was a burden, and it terrified him. To no ends. He was worried, in the beginning, that he’d been using Anna as some sort of magnet, gravitating him to this source of light that helped him breathe. Now, with that source gone, he felt angry again.Nothing seemed worth loving.Which meant he’d be spending a lot of time alone again, maybe drowning himself in dark liquor and staring at the ceiling. Going mad with f***ing loneliness, it seemed inevitable anymore. Just get the f*** out, do something, breathe in fresh air, Arnold. You’re driving me crazy. Liz’s words echoed through his head. Out of everyone, she was the most worried about him doing something stupid, which was why she drilled into him the only way she knew; tough love. That was a lot how Arnold handled things, which was why he never had necessarily been mad at Liz for it. She probably understood trauma a hell of a lot more than he ever could.She let it surfaced. Wasn’t afraid of being exposed like he was.The places I took you, they seem so f***ing empty.He’d followed the 10 year-old's advice and made his way out of the resort, feet carrying him nowhere in particular except under the same gloomy California sky everyone was experiencing. It seemed dangerously, blinding staggering through the city, barely staying on the sidewalk, still half drunk from last night’s endeavor. If only the entirety of Valkery wasn’t keeping him on suicide watch, he’d feel a little less tense, but he knew what they all thought when they looked at him.Is he drunk again?He’s gonna drink himself to death.He should really see a therapist.He’s clearly not okay.He needs mental help.It was almost like he could hear their thoughts, harsh whispers in his brain, judging him. Remind him that he was a sad, miserable f***ing mess. You should just kill yourself. Telling him things that weren’t true, but still the harsh truth. Just get it over with. Telling him that something was wrong and that he didn’t even realize it. No one would be sad. Telling him he needed f***ing help before ended up dead on his floor, wrist opened up with a razor blade. Just do it! F***ing kill yourself! Screaming inside of his f***ing head and gripping him, pulling him away from reality. F***ING DO IT YOU COWARD! Tugging him under this metaphoric wave of misery. YOU WON’T F***ING DO IT. Choking him. YOU’RE A COWARD. YOU WON’T. Strangling him.Further and further away from reality.“You lost or something, pig boy?” The unknown voice brought him back to reality, only to find that he’d managed to stumble in between a couple scruffy looking buildings down the hill from where all of the shops sat peacefully. Before him, standing with their backs against the damp walls were two of the bunny men, masks pushed up from their faces, each holding a cigarette. He didn’t know how to answer at first, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he attempted to process what was happening. He’d never seen them without their masks on, but then again he’d never thought that they wore them 24/7. That could be exhausting.“No,” He grunted, deciding that today was the worst day to get into it with any of these f***ers, “I was just heading home.” There was a snicker behind him as he turned around, the sound of scuffling before something hit the back of his head hard. THWACK! He stumbled, just a little, hand instinctively moving to his head where he’d been hit. Bringing his fingers around, he noted that they were covered in a bit of blood, his body immediately searching the ground for what had been used to hit him. A rock. A big one too. One of those f***ers had thrown a f***ing rock at him.He couldn’t let that slide. Besides, he had a lot of pent up aggression he needed to get out anyways.“But you know what?” He said, cigarette removed from his shirt pocket and brought to his lips. He lit the end, ember burning orange as he did, smoke billowing from his lips as he released it. “I guess I could stay for a few.” The two bunnies chuckled, some sort of goofy sound escaping their throats, but Arnold wasn’t amused. Not in the least, and it showed as he casually joined them. “Hey, guys, you seem like fun people.” He said, right hand resting inside of his pocket, fingers grasping the cold handle of his recently crafted knife. The two men looked between each other, but nodded. “Oh cool,” Arnold said, turning to the man closest to him, “I was wondering if you could tell me if this was a cool magic trick.”He was too quick.His hand gripped the back of the closet’s bunny’s neck, blade removed from his pocket before he lunged it into his left eye. He made sure to push it deep, the man’s screams filling the alley as he flailed. “I made the knife… disappear! See?” Arnold said, twisting the blade, blue eyes averted to the bunny’s friend, who was fumbling in his pocket for his gun. Before he could pull it out, Arnold shoved his screaming friend into him, ripping his weapon free, sending them both flying to the floor.“Here, let me get that for you.” He said, towering over the one who hadn’t had a knife lodged into his brain. He leaned down, finding the strap that held his gun in place, grabbing it quicker than the other had managed to before delivering several rounds into his chest. Just like his friend, the bunny fell limp, but curse the f***ers for not using silencers. Rolling his neck, he tossed the man’s gun to his chest, taking another puff of his cigarette before ducking out of the alley. If he stayed too long, he was certain someone would have come running after hearing the gunshots.It made him feel better though, getting out of those aggressions.Covered in blood now, he headed back up the sidewalk toward the resort. It had been a bad idea to come outside after all, and he couldn’t wait to shove that in Liz’s face.   I'll be the bad guy now, though I ain't too proud.

Live String

06/29/2020 05:09 PM 


Running late to his first day at school. Something was telling Stiles that this year was going to be different. That this year he will be more confident when it came to women and more confident in standing up for himself. And that being on the Lacrosse team for the first time helped.Pulling into the parking lot he checked the time. He was already late for his first day at school. Which is not good for it being a different year. Getting out of the jeep. He walked towards the school putting his bag over his shoulder. He sighed running his hand threw his hair."This is just great." Stiles said seeing how his locker wouldn't open on the first day. He put his head on the locker growling. "Calm down. Everything is going to be okay. You are going to be okay Stilinski." Stiles said. He was about to ask for help when he bumped into someone spilling there books. He also landed on the floor looking up at the person. "I am so sorry." Stiles said trying to gather his belongings and helping them with theirs."I know that I should have watched where I was going." Stiles mentioned looking up at the person smiling at them. "I'm Stiles. It's been a rough first day already." He chuckled. "I can't get my locker open." Stiles said blushing trying to sound more cooler then he was. "Um. You mind helping me out here?" Stiles asked chuckling.


06/29/2020 04:53 PM 


WEEKLY SURVEY 6-29 SURVEYPlease fill out the survey below and turn it into the MEMBER'S PAGE MESSAGES by 7-2 at 5 PM EST. If you fail to turn this in you will receive a GREEN LIGHT WARNING. Your answers will only be known by current group mods.1. Do you feel like anyone in the group isn't as active as they should be?2. Do you feel ignore by anyone in the group? (Other than anyone on hiatus. Currently JUDE is on hiatus.3. Do you have any recommendations for the mods of this group?4. Is there anyone you feel doesn't put effort into discussing?5. Is there anything you are currently struggling with within the group, whether it be with your character, someone else, etc?6. Are there any changes you would like to see in the group?  


06/29/2020 03:32 PM 

Moodboard Monday.

"May we think of freedom, not as the right to do as we please, but as the opportunity to do what is right."

The Dark Warrior (MCRP)/ Daro.

06/29/2020 03:05 PM 

Orginised plots

Nesy's totally strange plots. Plots may contain violence.Dark fantasy plots:Dark Chronicles:  Those who slay evil.The world is a dark place, a hope that lasted long has seemingly turned into a clash between two forces. Demon-attacks are common across the entire globe and they are under the rule of a sinister leader who some people described her as: "An evil monarch" (Whatever character) along with her cult of followers that have been seduced or lost into her/his clutches. A world that has been once peaceful fell into massive chaos and blowouts littered everywhere with battlezones that stretches far beyond human comprehension. It's a dark age that's upon mankind and other races with it as well. The opposite forces to the ones trying to take over the world are the "The Alliance." which are formed by people who came together and united which made them declare war at the enemy of their nations. While attacks happening and being dealt with inside of cities, The Alliance forces are trying hard to repel the demon forces that sought to slaughter everything in its way. Others grew up in these terrible conditions with caution and fear that everything they knew, loved ones and buddies would perish in front of their eyes. Most of of them lost hope and succumbed to the fate of perishing. However, one particular boy named Nesy, whose village was also destroyed by these vile forces that killed nearly everyone but Nesy came out alive and now lives in the capital. However, Nesy seeks to become stronger and has great potential to become someone bigger and maybe to become a warrior and perhaps a hero! He did not lose hope and wanted to believe in a world where it's peaceful and filled with love. He rather die than live in a world with rottenness and darkness for the rest of his life, he decided to fight for what was right! It's time to show the world what he was made of, companions along the way would even assist Nesy and be with him on his adventures.Plot 2: Crimoa's desireThe world of Crimoa is a world that happened to be without humans as they've somehow mysteriously gotten extinct, races like elves or dwarves alike are still there but the dominate race is Demons and there is mostly demons that dominate most regions of the world. However, there were two types of superpower demon nations which were in a faction with other races and other nations. The world was once unified as all races were together under rule by elected monarchs but also other ones that weren't demons, of course, nobody was discriminated at firsthand but as times began to change, one particular leader was elected but has broken the "Demonocon Codex." which has been for hundreds of generations is about making sure everyone's rights were intact and nobody should remove the people's voices but the new ruler decided to take over the Union for herself and create a dictatorship which everyone despised.While some did love her ideals and decided to kill their own people and a rebellion/civil war would begin that split the nation into two halves. Then, a new leader was coronated which overthrew her older Sister to which she went into exile with her followers/Nobels and swore her revenge to what she did. The Occultist Union was created, dedicated to destroying the other Union as well which was ruled under dictatorship and tyranny. Her younger sister and older sister are on each other's throats and will always be until they declared war on each other. It seemed to be lost, all hope it seemed for this world as it began to turn into war and lives hurt left and right. (MC/Nesy) is a human who somehow got transported into another world by a rift of some sorts. Humans were treated as legends because of their rarity and unique properties. Nesy was brought to this world with some very special powers which included, Life-force production and fire/electricity manipulation. Nesy was like a superweapon to the people. The two sides were desperate to get Nesy on their sides and would do almost everything in their power to bring him to their sides.The Heilheim Sovereignty  vs The Divine Light There are 2 mighty queens in this battle fighting each other for many or just specific purposes..The Queen of darkness and the Divine Queen. An epic war has broken out! Many fled from their homes and villages and they attempted to seek shelter with the Divine queen. The Queen would welcome them with open hands and they were thankful. They wished to create an alliance and many other alliances joined along with the Divine Queen.. But some did the wrong choice. Who is the Queen of Darkness? She is ruling a kingdom filled with evil and despair. Darkness and pure evil. She wants all the power she ever wanted. She has executed many people who have turned against her or who she thought was deceiving her. She is powerful indeed... She wants all the land for herself and nobody else! She's indeed a power-hungry queen. The Divine Queen did not like this! She decided to declare war upon her forces! She rules a kingdom with good and purity..The entire alliance agreed with this! They decided to fight them. So far they have done good.. They have managed to keep them out for a long time.. But The Queen of Darkness won't give up that easily. They might strike again.. Who knows? However, there may be undiscovered alliances that are left behind.. Roles: The Queen of Darkness,The Divine Queen and etc.(Explaining the plot): Who will I become? Nesy Celvius! Basically, Nesy is a leader of an unknown alliance that the queens/kings have not discovered yet.. His race are martial-arts people which are called: Celvestians... But the Celvestians were very few and small in numbers.. But they were very famous for their kung-fu practice and KI practice.. I'd be a leader of a small alliance of 10 people What side will I join? It all depends on the roleplay…------------------------------ Easier to understand roleplay ideas. Deities and warfare.1.  Nesy is a young and enthusiastic person who got sucked from the modern world to a medieval plane of existence. He seemed to be a male in his 18's who fell from the sky as a result of the transportation. He ended up in the middle of a foreign place where everything seemed so alien to Nesy. His magical energy woke up two deities that had long been in war against each other and were always on each other's throats. This was a result of Nesy somehow entering this world but his magical energy was powerful. However, there were two factions that were in war with each other: The Alliance and The Divine Union. The Divine Union was a faction that dedicated themselves to the fighting of invaders and uniting the country under a holy rule, whilst the other clan sought power and subjugation of the entire continent. The reason for their war is clear, they want to unite their people one way or the other and both disagree on how it should be ruled. The Divine Union's deity was the goddess of peace and prosperity while her counterpart was the Dark Goddess who side with the Alliance. As he spent time here, more people began to notice oddities with Nesy, as consequence rumours began to spread around the continent of a powerful young boy which shook minds of the entire continent. People who was transported to other worlds had also magical powers within them but Nesy didn't know that. Nesy was the prophecy and the key to ending this war. The two deities knew it first but how? Find out yourself in Nesy's fantastic adventures.2.  (Oh my deity!)Nesy is a young and ambitious person who loves adventuring. Until Nesy somehow discovered ancient ruins and woke up a forgotten ancient deity in a shrine/place. (Could be by any sorts: Demon/Gods/Goddesses/Whatever.) 

Hou Xin

06/29/2020 01:48 PM 

Duty, hiding... or leisure

/1st part of a drabble I attempted to write - just to notice I totally got lost and sidetracked, not even getting close to the core subject I wanted to address... so, with RL nagging, I´ll leave that 1st part here for now, but surely at least one more, maybe even two will follow in due time / „Hou Jiàng (General Hou), Ning Cheng is here”, Wu Ying the foot-boy assigned to the quarters of the Imperial Guard, or Jade Guard as the elite troop of highly trained Demon and Monster Hunters also were referred to among common folks, announced, stopping right at the doorstep leading to the General´s office.The person in question looked up, or rather directed a set of dark-brown, unfocused eyes towards where he sensed the their youngest member, a warm smile lightning up the even features while nodding his acknowledgment.“Finally! - let him in” Hou Xin gestured invitingly almost impatiently while rising from the seat pad behind the narrow writing table. - “Duìle, Wú Yíng (By the way, Wu Ying), please make sure that no other than my men enter may unannounced.” he added before the Guard´s young handyman was able to bustle away.“Méi cuò, Jiàng (Sure, General)” – swift footsteps faded across the yard just to be replaced by heavier once, which, if footsteps were able to convey such sentiment, resounded with a distinct cheerfulness only one person Hou Xin knew radiated, no matter what.“Ning Cheng!” the smile even widened, deepened - “Dà gē (Brother)” came the merry greeting in return accompanied by a playful yet soundly enough slap to the older´ s shoulder. – Not really official Court etiquette between one superior and his subordinate, yet now that they were meeting in private both of them reverted back to their normal, casual way of behaving around and addressing each other.Both warriors shared a friendship dating back until their childhood days – They met shortly after Hou Xin was left an orphan and officially made the Court´s ward. Ning Cheng, only one year younger and son of one of the Emperor´s stablemen, already all the upbeat, positive and cheeky nature he managed to keep till this day, had been the one to easily get through and befriend the traumatized boy.Quickly they became inseparable, brother-like friends – a relationship which only deepened over the years and which helped them to pull through all kind of worries and hardships young recruits and soldiers on the battlefield were facing.The latest challenge to overcome for Hou Xin had been the blow of losing his eyesight. And once again it had been Ning Cheng ahead of all the others offering support who kept the struck warrior going – and it had also been the convincing words of the man Hou Xin affectionately called “Xiǎo dì (Little brother)” who made him accept the rank of a General, yet only provided that Ning Cheng would be his 2nd in command and right hand man all along.“Suǒ yǐ (So), did you bring the reports, Xiǎo dì?” Hou Xin inquired after their initial greeting to receive an almost indignant “Dāng rán (of course), as always”, in return.Hǎo ba hǎo ba (alright, alright), sit down then and let´s get started”, Hou Xin nudged his friend towards the seat he just left.Ning Cheng eventually taking the place behind he writing table stated to spread out the reports, yet suddenly paused, curiously eyeing an envelope sitting a the side as if discarded carelessly.“May I ask you something, Dà gē?”, that this was just a rhetorical prelude became clear when the younger of the two warriors went on without waiting for an answer, “Why do you still do that yourself?”“What do you mean?!” Hou Xin, by now slouching on the steps leading up to the area with the table flashed a curious glance upwards, pretending to be all unassuming though he was rather certain where this was about to go.“You know what I mean… why do you do still all that planning stuff yourself. Setting up patrols, reading all those reports… none of the other Generals do that. They all assign it to some assistant… someone like me…” Ning Cheng went on and was interrupted by a voice lined with slight annoyance.“Do I look like the other Generals to you? – Or do you think I don´t trust you?!”“Méiyǒu (no) surely not… I didn´t mean it that way and you know that very well, too - … just, why waste your time with such stuff when you could simply it leave it to me… and maybe join this fancy evening of Official´s Zhu daughter,… as it is set tonight?!”The scowl on Hou Xin´s face vanished being replaced by something resembling amusement biting a bitter lemon.“Qí yī (firstly), who told you to snoop around my desk? – You found that invitation, right?.... Qí èr (secondly), why did you think I insisted that we go through these tasks specifically tonight, Xiǎo dì?! – Have you ever met Official Zhu´s daughter?... Zhu Jinghua….”.   Ning Cheng could have sworn that his brother-like friend seemed to slightly shudder while uttering her name. “Méiyǒu… I haven´t but I know that the Zhu family is one of the richest families around… so, she surely must be well set…and I HAVE heard that some praise her beauty…”“Of course, THAT´s what I am looking for in a woman… rich and beautiful – especially latter… “ Hou Xin mocked back, “…a high maintenance, difficult and self-absorbed woman.. .that´s what I experienced while having been guest at the Zhu´s residence… - and not too bright at that…. – No, I´d rather not encourage her even further – indeed I hope that if I stay away long enough she might find another poor soul to chase into any kind of relationship…”The utterly amused laughter of Ning Cheng filled room, “Oh, so are you using me as an excuse… I am not sure if I should be flattered or offended - and here I thought you indeed genuinely enjoyed our time together.”“Shut up, don´t be a jerk… I do… to be honest, I´d prefer any kind of evening spent with you or the Guard for that matter over any of those fancy events. They are bothersome and all this demanded pretending is tiring… - So, stop nagging and let´s get going, the schedules won´t write themselves - here, maybe that helps to get us started decently….”During their little banter Hou Xin had gotten up and made his way over to a cupboard on the far end of the room and let his fingers run across some bottles stored on the shelves.Once he felt out a certain wax sigil sealing the top of one of the jugs his search stopped and he turned back to his friend, placing said bottle and two wine-cups next to his 2nd in command on the writing table.“Ugh…Quèshí (indeed) that helps a lot, Zouh Wei makes some great wine” Ning Cheng happily clapped his hands while watching Hou Xing pouring a cup for each of them.“Gān bēi (Cheers!)… and now with your throat all properly greased, start reading, I am all ears.”“Dāngrán! (Sure!)… here we go” after emptying the simple yet delicate stoneware-cup the Ning Cheng eventually averted his attention back to the reports on possible non-human or even demonic activity causing problems for the people which had been stated to the officials during he past weeks and started to read them out loud. … to be continued    


06/29/2020 01:34 PM 

Comfort ft. Madamn Bones

Part of acting as Head Girl, especially during exam time, was making sure everyone was where they needed to be, when they needed to be. There was a list of students for each house given to the Head Boy and Girl, and, periodically, they were meant to do a headcount to make sure that all pupils were (as stated above) in their respective areas at the respective times.This particular evening, Amelia Bones was missing.She was not your usual student and was constantly causing some sort of trouble. There wasn’t a week that went by, the young, fiery red-haired Gryffindor wasn’t sent to Professor McGonagall’s office by none other than Molly Prewett. The seventh year had a very low tolerance for fighting and misbehaving - especially when one seemed to get more kicks out of being rebellious than they did actually learning and taking school seriously.Molly often wondered what in Merlin’s name happened to this child to cause her to be so angry.“Bones, Amelia is the only pupil unaccounted for. She’s meant to be in Potions lessons.” Arthur Weasley, who was Head Boy, looked up from his clipboard. “Slughorn promises he’ll let her make up the exam, but if she’s more than half an hour late, twenty points will be taken for extreme tardiness. She’ll fail entirely if she doesn’t show.”“Damn child.” Molly rolled her eyes and shoved her quill behind her ear. Her clipboard was placed on one of the many tables in the Prefect lounge. “Doesn’t she care at all? She’s only in her first year. I don’t see how she’s going to make it through six more.”“I suppose that’s up to her to decide.” Arthur wrapped his arms around Molly. “It’s quite hilarious though.”Molly quirked a brow, but she didn’t fight the hold he now had her in. “What’s hilarious?”“You.” Arthur grinned. “I love it when you get all fired up, especially over a first year you don‘t even know.”Molly’s eyes narrowed, and she smacked Arthur’s chest playfully. “I’ll show you fired up, Arthur Weasley.”“I know you will.”“I just don’t understand. I tried to help her. I tried to care, but it’s those who just have no care for. . . even themselves, or so it seems, that I have a really hard time giving a damn about.”Molly let out a little grumble and Arthur pecked her lips.“Well. What are you going to do about it now? It’s our responsibility to make sure she gets to class. She’s got-” He paused and looked at his watch. “-fifteen minutes before she loses twenty points on her exam. You know the First Year Exams are just as important as all of the others.”Molly pulled away and nodded. “I know. I know. I suppose I could fetch McGonagall and let her handle it, but I don’t think there would be enough time to do that and get her to the exam. " Molly paused and rolled her eyes. "I'll just go and find her. Have any suggestions of where I should look?”“The loo. I’ve noticed you ladies always go to the lavatory when you want some alone time.”“So observant, you are,” Molly teased through a smile. “I’ll catch you later, Weasley.”  ***  It wasn’t long after leaving the Prefect Lounge, Molly found herself entering the Girls Lavatory. Her attention was drawn to the center stall when she heard sniffles and insults being spewed toward Moaning Myrtle by none other than the girl she was looking for, Amelia Bones.Molly smiled when she thought about Arthur and how he’d been right.“Myrtle, if you don’t go away, I’ll hex you!” the voice of Amelia boomed from the toilet where she was currently hiding.“Hehehehe! You’ll definitely fail those exams for sure. Everyone knows you can’t hex what’s already dead.”There was another loud grunt and what sounded like an attack against the wall.“I said get lost!” There was more kicking and punching noises against the stall. It sounded like there was a wild animal on the other side.Molly shook her head. “Oh, Amelia.”Moaning Myrtle let out one of her ear-piercing cries.Molly cringed. She hated that bloody sound!“No one ever wants to play with me - even when they are crying and need comfort! I understand more than anyone else about pain.”“I said go away Myrtle!” More booming kicks and punches came from behind the stall. “Just leave me alone!”Molly rushed forward with her wand drawn - not that she could do anything because Myrtle was correct: there was no harming what was already dead.“Bones? Bones? Is that you?” Molly banged on the stall with her fist not holding her wand. “Amelia, are you alright?”The kicking and punching and screaming from Amelia continued on the other side.She didn’t answer Molly’s inquiry.Moaning Myrtle was now hovering just beside where Molly stood.“Oh hello.” Myrtle smiled and tilted her head to the side. It was not the usual friendly smile, but more of a devious one. “If the cry baby won’t allow me to comfort her, maybe you’ll have more luck.”Amelia’s screams continued from the other side.“Get lost, Myrtle.” Molly glared toward the ghost. She'd never been a fan of the girl. She was all for understanding pain, but Myrtle was whiny, and there was a difference between actual pain and the constant need to bitch and moan. “- - Because believe me, I will find a way to hex you, if you don't.”“Fine! I know when I’m not wanted!” Myrtle shouted out in obvious anger. She charged and went right through Molly’s body, sending a shivering sensation down her spine.Molly shook her head and brushed off the cold, bone-chilling feeling and returned her attention to Amelia. She pointed her wand toward the stall where the girl was currently (and very loudly) ‘hiding’.“Alohomora!” The lock of the stall unlatched and the door flew open and out fell Amelia directly toward Molly. It was obvious Amelia was just about to punch the door of the stall when it opened before she could.Molly caught Amelia in her arms, and she bent to her knees in order to hold her steady.Amelia began to hit and kick the air now. Her fists and shoes attacked Molly every now and then.Molly took the beating.There was kicking, screaming, crying and lots of incoherent words which left the lips of Amelia.Molly didn’t know what in Merlin’s name was going on, but there was definitely something very wrong with this child. . . she just hadn’t yet figured out what. It was obvious Amelia needed someone to lash out on, so Molly decided to allow her to treat her as her temporary punching bag.Believe it or not, Molly, too, understood anger and pain and fear. . . and there was something this child needed that she didn’t have at that very moment. Molly chose to comfort and treat Amelia like she would if she had a child of her own.What would she do if Amelia was her daughter?Molly would hug her little girl. She knew when she, herself, was upset, just feeling the pressure of another body against her own worked wonders . . .so maybe. . . just maybe, it would work with Amelia.Molly wrapped her arms around Amelia, embracing her tight - but not too tight to where she might feel she couldn’t breathe - and shushed her softly.Amelia fought the hold at first. She tried to break away whilst more grumbles and growls left her lungs. . . but Molly didn’t stop. There was something inside of her that told her she was doing the right thing by embracing her peer.Molly was right. It was only a few moments later when Amelia began to calm down and give into the embrace.Amelia’s arms wrapped around Molly now, which prompted her to tighten her grip a little more. Her hand came up to rest against Amelia’s back, and she ran it up and down in what she hoped was a soothing manner.Amelia’s breathing began to slow down and Molly felt the girl’s body growing heavier against her own. It was as if she was giving into the comfort of the hug and allowing herself to be free of the tension she was holding moments ago.“Would you like to tell me what’s the matter?” Molly asked as she slowly pulled away. Her hands came up to rest against Amelia’s face.She wiped the leftover tears away.It was at this very moment, Molly completely forgot all of the trouble Amelia had put her through for the entirety of the year, and, instead, what she saw was a very broken girl who needed some guidance.Molly could see the wave of uncertainty dancing in Amelia’s eyes. It was clear she was trying to decide if Molly could be trusted or not.“I’m a good listener. I assure you.” Molly stood to her feet. “. . . but whilst you decide, let’s also get you cleaned up and ready for Potions. Professor Slughorn is waiting.”“I’m not going, Prewett.” Amelia crossed her arms over her chest.“Oh? Why not?” Molly looked to Amelia through the mirror of one of the bathroom sinks she now stood over.She was wetting a paper towel to wipe Amelia’s face of the remaining tears and to hopefully bring down the red in her cheeks. Molly more than anyone else understood what it was like to bear red hair and deal with her skin turning the same shade - if not brighter - when even the slightest hint of emotion decided to rise from within.“I don’t want to.” Amelia’s tone sounded rather indignant.“Don’t you want to return as a Second Year rather than repeat your first?” Molly bent down on her knees once more and began wiping Amelia’s face.Amelia fought Molly’s touch again at first, but it wasn’t long until she settled and allowed her to dab her face with the towel.“Yes, but it’s no use. I always fail exams.” Amelia’s eyes watered, and one single tear fell from her cheeks. “I always go completely mad beforehand.” Another tear fell. Molly pulled back from the dabbing by now. “My chest tightens. I get hot. I can’t think. I see red.”Molly watched as Amelia began shaking. Her heart ached for the girl. In hopes Amelia would cease her shaking, Molly grabbed and held her tightly once more. Amelia didn’t fight the hold this time. Instead, Molly felt as she gave into the embrace.“Those are called Panic Attacks.” Molly said when she drew back. She continued dabbing Amelia’s face with the towel once again. “There’s got to be some accommodations given to you. Maybe you can test in a different room. We could propose you being given as much time as you need, and one single monitor who checks on you periodically.” Molly found herself feeling the need to advocate for Amelia. ‘This is what you're good at,’ something told her deep inside. “I’m sure there are certain medicinal herbs which can be taken via tea to help calm your nerves beforehand. Maybe even Pomfrey has something you could be prescribed to take during exams.” Molly was becoming rather enthusiastic about the entire endeavor. “Have you told anyone?”This was when Amelia pulled away. “No. I’m not telling anyone. Everyone will think I’m a freak! They’ll laugh - possibly send me home, even!”“No they won’t. They can help you succeed.” Molly watched Amelia shake her head just before she began to pace back and forth.Next thing Molly knew, Amelia was hitting herself in the forehead with her palm and calling herself profanities which would cause points to be taken from Gryffindor if reported.The sight was gut wrenching. Amelia was only a child, and she was expecting perfection and hiding from the reality of what was going on, on the inside. This moment reminded Molly of herself when she couldn’t please her mother.Molly stood to her feet and rushed over to Amelia. She stopped her and pulled her hand away from her face.“Amelia.” Molly attempted to lock eyes with her. She was trying to show her she was safe! “Stop!”“No!” Amelia fought Molly’s grip and went to hit her forehead again. “You’re not my mum, Prewett! You don’t get to tell me what to do!”Amelia fought Molly’s hold on her arm. “You’re a student just like me!” She finally broke her limb free and began hitting herself in the forehead again.Molly’s heart broke even more as she watched. It was at this point, she figured she should’ve already gone to fetch McGonagall, but she wanted Amelia to think about her future and her exams and not get herself into trouble before having a chance to explain what was really going on.“Amelia!” Molly grabbed the girl's hands once more. She prayed to Merlin to forgive her for possibly holding on too tight, but she wanted Amelia to stop harming herself!What else was she to do?!“I’m your friend. I’m going to help you, if you’ll just allow me to!”“No you’re not!" Amelia shouted. "You hate me. I know you do.” The obvious raging tears returned to her eyes. “YOU’RE NO BETTER THAN ANYONE ELSE!”Amelia’s fists came up and pounded against Molly’s chest.Molly took it.She took every punch Amelia threw her way.It felt like hours she stood there and allowed herself to be the little girl’s punching bag.She wasn’t worried about injuries. She would heal herself of any bumps and bruises later.If it weren’t for everyone in their respective exam rooms taking their finals, someone would have heard the shouting.The punching began to die down after awhile - it happened when the obvious exhaustion began to take over Amelia’s body, and it was clear to Molly she was reaching the point where there was no more fight in her.Amelia pulled back from Molly. The look in her eyes went from exhausted to horror in a matter of seconds.She gasped. “I’m sorry.” Tears pooled in her eyes once more. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”Molly watched. Amelia couldn't stand still. It was as if all of the shame and fear and emotion was rising up inside of the tiny eleven year old girl. Molly felt that Amelia would break, if someone didn't stop her from snapping in two.Amelia cried. It was honestly horrible to watch her come to the realization of what her anger could prompt her to do.She looked so afraid.Molly shook her head in dismissal of the apologies and wrapped her arms around the girl (this time there was a grumble when she moved. Bloody hell that little twerp could throw a punch).“It’s alright.” Molly shushed Amelia after hopefully reassuring her she didn’t blame her for what she did.Amelia pulled away and wiped her eyes. “I just get so scared, and I don’t want anyone to know it. I’m not a coward! I'm not! . . . so I get angry because it usually makes people go away. . . makes them afraid of me."Molly drew her wand from the pocket of her robes where she’d replaced it earlier after opening the lock of the bathroom stall. She flicked her wrist toward the sink and turned it on. There was another flick of her wrist and a paper towel was lifted from the pile and placed under the water to soak.“. . . but not you.” Amelia tilted her head to the side. There was a curious expression spread across her features. “You’re still here.”“‘Accio!’ Towel.” Molly whispered under her breath, followed by a flick of her wand. “Let’s try this one more time. Shall we?” The paper towel zoomed through the air and landed in her hand. “I’m quite the stubborn witch-” Molly returned her wand to the pocket of her robes and dabbed Amelia’s tear stained face once more. “-and though I try and follow the rules as best I can, I tend to be quite rebellious myself. . . so yes. I’m still here. I don’t like to be known as someone who does what others simply expect me to do. I like to make up my own mind.”Amelia smiled. “I like that. I like thinking for myself.”“As you should.” Molly dabbed the last of the tears from Amelia’s face and smiled. “There. Now. I won’t force you to tell McGonagall. If you’d rather keep your little secret to yourself, it’s safe with me.”Molly slowly stood. Damn, she was in pain.“However, we’re long since past Slughorn's offer for you to show up and receive full marks for your exam, and I urge you to consider talking to someone about what you're going through so you can be given a fair chance at passing and moving on into your second year.”Amelia didn’t respond right away, and Molly took it as the perfect opportunity to draw her wand from her robes once more and heal herself of the wounds she’d obscured whilst taking a beating from the eleven year old. She was subtle about it - as to not make Amelia feel worse than she already did. Molly had been practicing her Healing Spells. She was set to go to school to become a professional Healer in the up and coming Fall. She was becoming quite good with her Healing abilities.When Molly finished, the wand was replaced once again inside the pocket of her robes. She turned to Amelia who remained quiet, standing there.Molly held out her hand. “What’s it going to be, Bones? Are you going to remain here and hide away, or are you going to give yourself the fair chance you deserve?”Amelia looked from Molly to her hand and back again. She didn’t answer, but she did smile and finally took Molly’s hand.Molly smiled. “You’re making the right decision.”“I know.” Amelia squeezed Molly's hand, and the pair of them left the lavatories in order to go and inform McGonagall of what happened. “I wouldn’t be doing it if I didn’t believe it was.”“Stubborn rebellious child.” Molly shook her head in amusement.“I could say the same about you.” Amelia looked to her with a big grin.Molly smirked, and the pair made their way down the many corridors leading to McGonagall’s office. Amelia was given a second chance to take all of her exams with accommodations.The pair didn’t speak a whole ton after that moment shared in the girls bathroom, and it would be many years before they ever really spoke again. . .but it was because of this moment spent with Amelia Bones, Molly realized, she wanted very much to become a mother one day.


06/29/2020 11:15 PM 


Damiano Luca Rossi (Aaron Johnson) // Dom, Luca Brasi // 29 // brother //Their relationship took a hit after their father was murdered. Dom would constantly nag Giovanni about joining the family business and finishing what their father started. This is something that Giovanni has never been interested in. As they got older, they went their separate ways. Dom decided he would take on the business himself and although it started off rocky, he is now worth millions from the trafficking of illegal narcotics. With his interest in growing the business more and establishing it globally, he finds himself at a crossroads. The man that Giovanni put a hit on and had murdered for killing his father, has a son that no one knew about until recently. When he threatens Damiano's life, this leads him to reach out to Giovanni and rekindle some form of a relationship. Little does Damiano know, Giovanni has struck a deal with Owney Madden's son, Padraic. In exchange for him sparing Damiano's life, Giovanni is getting back into the business with his brother, but is now a mole for Padraic without Damiano's knowledge.[still haven't worked Giovanni's character up to that point yet but, eventually... hopefully soon] Additional Details:Baby momma drama // has a 2-year-old daughter that he’s never told Giovanni about // Permanent residence is in Los Angeles, CA but he travels frequently for business between Colorado, New Mexico, and Florida // Colorado is a new territory for him – he recently put down roots for the business there with a desire to delve deeper into the production of Marijuana. Monserrat Ali (Lupita Nyong’o) // Monse // 32 // just complicated af – no LI inclusion //Monse and Giovanni have a complicated relationship with one another. They are the best of friends, and have not established their relationship as anything past that. Since they spend a lot of time together, they’re often caught by paparrazi so it is assumed by the public that they are together when in reality they are not. They have not taken the time to correct anyone though and think it’s entertaining that people will believe anything just because the outlets tell them it’s true. So, they joke about this with one another often. As much as they joke around with one another is as much as they argue. Monse does not like that there’s no label on their relationship and is hell bent on setting boundaries, but Giovanni still isn’t interested in either of the two. He genuinely loves her, but feels if they put a label on it, he’ll just mess things up. This is pent up trauma from his previous relationship which he is now spending a lot of time in court attempting to settle. Also, they both get a lot of backlash for “being with each other” because of it being interracial. Even though as mentioned before, they’re technically not together.Shefali Dhawan (Priyanka Chopra) // 37 // business partner at Rossi & Friends Mentorship Program //Shefali assists Giovanni run a new mentorship program that he’s created called Rossi & Friends. She spends a lot of time assisting with business acumen but has also found joy in providing mentorship too. Her background is a little bit complicated and she has some trauma from her past. She refuses to go to therapy and that’s the reason she likes to spend time with Giovanni. He also has some issues but he doesn’t press her to seek the necessary help so he’s a bad influence, but that's what makes the friendship and partnership work. Shefali was born and raised in India, where she was sold to the highest bidder by her family at the tender age of 12 years old. It was her mother’s decision and it was made out of desperation due to how poor they were. She was forced to marry around the same time and ended up pregnant with her first child at 16. Unfortunately, she had to give the child away. It wasn’t until she was 17 years old that the light at the end of the tunnel was beginning not to seem so dull for her. The moment an opportunity arose for her to escape, she took it and never looked back. Additional Details / Present: Shefali uses her story to help mentor those within the program who have experienced mental and physical abuse. In her spare time, she runs her own personal organization that helps get women and men who have been trafficked back on track in society. Many of them have lost out on a lot of time so she prepares them for what to expect as they return to somewhat of a normal life. They most likely have expressed interest in the performing arts or utilize drawings/paintings as an outlet that is impactful for them in a positive way. Even if they are not interested in those exact programs, she still takes them under her wing. Geneviève Marian Byrne (Anne Hathaway) // Gen, Marie, Birdie // 30 // ex-wife //Gen is Giovanni’s ex-wife. The two were married for five years before they decided to split. It wasn’t mutual, and Giovanni was the one to call it quits. They do not communicate well with one another and are currently in court attempting to settle their divorce. She is making it more difficult than it needs to be, by creating false claims against Giovanni. Due to these false claims, he has been under a lot of scrutiny by public outlets and an investigation. This is another issue that has caused problems for him and Monse.Vincent Lombardi (George Clooney) // Vinny // 59 // family friend [Gio calls him Uncle due to how close he is to the family] //This is the man he calls Uncle and runs to when he needs advice. Vinny was the one who carried out the hit on Owney Madden for Giovanni. Gio has felt his entire life that he owed him and there was no way he could pay him back for what he did. Vinny doesn’t make a big deal out of it often, but he does continuously express his disappointment in Giovanni and Damiano’s relationship falling through. He will become a big part of Giovanni’s life again, when he discovers Padraic has a hold on Gio and has no intentions of letting go.Padraic Madden (Robert Pattinson) // 31 years old // Owney Madden’s son //Padraic is Owney Madden’s son. This one is pretty easy as he has a hatred for Giovanni’s family that is indescribable. Even though it was seen as revenge for Owney murdering Giovanni’s father, Padraic doesn’t believe that’s something his father would do. He’s going to make an appearance soon in Giovanni’s life and threaten Damiano. Which will force Giovanni to get back into the business; the reason he’ll have Giovanni secretly working for him behind Damiano’s back.  [ uc ]


06/29/2020 09:30 AM 

Broken Deity

Scott: "Why didn't you tell me when it happened?" He stared at Roni in disbelief. Roni: She glanced down, she finally looked up at him as she felt defeated and down, "I couldn't." She admitted.  ******** (Flashback Scenes:)      ********  Scott: "So you killed them? You killed all of them?" He asked her.Roni: "They were going to kill you. All of you.. What, was I supposed to let them?" She questioned.Scott: Shook his head slightly, "You weren't suppose to do THIS. None of us are!" His voice rose with anger.Roni: She stepped forward, "You think I had a choice?" Scott: "There's always a choice." Roni: "Yeah, because you're Scott McCall! You're the True Alpha!"Scott: He noticed her powers had taken control of the brewing storm above them, the rain started to come down harder, "Roni..."Roni: Her hands waved between the two of them as thunder rumbled over them, "Guess what Scott, not all of us can be True Alphas!" Scott: "Roni.."Roni:  "Some of us have to make mistakes. Some of us have to get our hands a little bloody sometimes. Some of us are still HUMAN!" She shouted as a lightening bolt came down nearby. Scott: Took another step back towards the clinic door, "So you had to kill them?" He questioned.Roni: Her eyes widened and she looked at him, "Scott, they were going to kill you.."  Scott: Unable to trust her anymore he sighed, "The way that it happened - There's a point where it's not self-defense anymore.."Roni:  "What are you even talking about?" She snapped, "I didn't have a choice, Scott!"Scott: His eyes diverted in every direction but hers and the rain came down harder this time. He could hear her heart beat faster as the storm raged above. Roni: "You don't even believe me, do you?" Scott: "I want to."Roni: "Okay, alright - so.. so believe me then. Scott, say you believe me." She begged.Scott: Looked down in defeat, "I just.."Roni: Took another step forward as another sound of thunder rumbled above, "Say it. Say you believe me." Scott: "Roni, we can't kill people that we're trying to save!"Roni: Her hand rose in front of her as lightening threatened the sky above, "B-But - "Scott: Growled in frustration, "We can't kill people!" Scott yelled. His brown eyes turning red in defense, "Do you believe that!"Roni: "Wha-What do I do? What do you want me to do, okay, just-" She stuttered trying to find the right words, "Tell me how to fix this." She begged the True Alpha.Scott: "Don't worry about MY pack, they know what they're up against." He informed her, his eyes starring at her now, "Go home, Roni." He said sternly.  Roni: Stared at him in disbelief, her eyes looked towards the clinic door seeing Stiles, Lydia, Malia, Kira, Liam, Corey, & Mason - where they all there this entire time? Did Scott just reference HIS own back, not THEIR pack?  "Sc-Scott.." She stuttered as she took a step towards him.Scott: "Go home, Veronica!" He turned around and pulled the animal clinic door open. He walked in while Stiles shut the door behind him, leaving Roni all alone in the rain. 

deity, chaos, void, pain, teenwolf, riverdale, supernatural, thevampirediaries,

Tatiana~ Queen of the Seelie Court

06/29/2020 08:50 PM 

What is Fae?
Current mood:  creative

What is Fae?This is my definition of fae…perhaps you can add to it…Fae are spirits of nature usually in the form of a faerie, however, for our consideration here; someone who possesses metaphysical, supernatural, or preternatural qualities.  Some examples of fae would be fallen angels, minor pagan deities, ancient ancestors or ones who have this in their blood and have displayed it.  Some have magical powers, some are chaotic, mischievous, and somepleasure humans. In this blog, I will add possible qualities of fae…Feel free to add your thoughts on the matter.  ~Tatiana

SnarkMaster 5000

06/29/2020 06:07 PM 

Stark Industries Outline

  Stark industries Location: Manhattan, New York -- IRON MAN PROJECT -- (SOP -- NonProfit)-- WAR MACHINE PROJECT -- (SOP -- NonProfit)-- AVENGERS PROJECTS -- (SOP -- NonProfit)-- S.I. INTERNAL FAILSAFE -- (SOP -- NonProfit)-- ARC REACTOR TECHNOLOGY -- (SOP -- Profit)-- ROBOTICS -- (SPP -- Profit)     -- Human-Robot Interface          -- Artificial Intelligence          -- Human-Robot Interaction     -- General Robotics     -- Advanced Robotics          -- Hardware     -- Mobility     -- Programming-- SCIENCE -- (SPP -- Profit)     -- Physical Science          -- Physics          -- Chemistry          -- Astronomy     -- Earth Science          -- Geology          -- Oceanology          -- Meteorology          -- Paleontology     -- Life Science          -- General Biology          -- Cellular Biology          -- Molecular Biology          -- Microbiology          -- Genetics          -- Zoology          -- Evolution          -- Ecology               -- Terraforming          -- Physiology-- MILITARY -- (SPP -- Profit)     -- Transport     -- Communication-- MOTOR/VEHICLE --(SOP -- Profit)     -- Stark Motor Industries  Iron man / War machine HQ Weapons, transport, research/development template credit.     Stark Industries Location: Washington DC -- ELECTRONICS/GAMING -- (SOP -- Profit)-- HOME -- (SPP -- Profit)     -- Home Security     -- Appliances-- COMMUNITY --     -- Stark Power Company (SOP -- Profit)     -- Educational Grants/Scholarships (SOP -- NonProfit)     -- Telecommunications (SOP -- Profit)-- MEDICAL --     -- Maria Stark Foundation (SOP -- NonProfit)     -- Stark Healthcare Technology (SOP -- Profit)     -- Stark Arc Prosthetics (SOP -- NonProfit)     -- Stark Health Insurance (SOP -- Profit)     -- Stark Industry Charity Fund (SOP -- NonProfit)     -- Stark Hospice Care Facilities (SOP -- NonProfit)     -- Homeless Intervention/Prevention (SOP -- NonProfit)-- HUMAN RELATIONS -- (SOP -- Profit)     -- Job Training     -- Language Classes     -- 401k     -- Retirement-- NON-HUMAN DEPARTMENT --     -- Stark NonHuman Health Technologies (SOP -- Profit)     -- Stark NonHuman Health Insurance (SOP -- Profit)     -- Stark NonHuman Health Research (SOP -- Profit)     -- Stark NonHuman Tech Research (SOP -- Profit)     -- Homeless Intervention/Prevention (SOP -- NonProfit)     -- Job Training (SOP -- NonProfit)     -- Language Classes (SOP -- NonProfit)     -- 401k (SOP -- Profit)     -- Retirement (SOP -- Profit)-- STARK EXPO --  Stark Expo / Public relations Medical, charity, home security, insurance, entertainment template credit.     

Spy Master

06/29/2020 02:17 PM 

Without witness, without reward (Master drabble)

It was an overcast day in London also known as Tuesday. Not that the Master really noticed from his office at MI6. He had piles of monitors blocking out all sunshine from the outside world. Piles of folders filled with reports he had made about alien activity he had been observing from his post. He was in his nest of information seeking. This was the good he could do; he was always good at finding information. Afterall it was time to fight with the Doctor, not against him…or was it her now? He couldn’t recall where they were in the timeline just then.Four thousand to the second power is sixteen million! Agreed! Sixteen million to the second power is 256,000,000,000,000. Are you sure? Of course, I’m sure. I’m the Master we’re brilliant. He paused his math musings and sat up in his chair as one of his monitors showed something strange. What’s this?He tilted his head as he saw glowing orb appear in the video he was watching, stay for a moment and then disappear. 25! “Shut up, we’re not playing maths right now.” He muttered to himself.“Oh god, do you ever leave so the cleaning staff can come in at night.” One of the agents said from the door frame holding a cup of coffee.“Never,” The Master said with a half-smile as he turned half way towards the man. “Wouldn’t want to discover the janitor has fallen into the deep horizon.”“You’re weird. But that’s why they keep you around isn’t it.” The agent gave him a finger gun. “You should try getting out in the field sometime.”“I’ll take it under advisement. If you excuse me, I need to get this alien report going.” The Master said turning his back to the man once more.“Chasing balls of light again? C is going to be pissed.” The man said before walking away.14 billion! Shut up! You know you could have just killed that puppy. Humans really are stupidly fragile. You probably could have melted his brain with just an information overload. No, no more killing! We’re on the Doctor’s side now. Without witness, or reward. Sometimes without revenge. I really want to though. He said to himself as he closed his eyes as his eyebrows knit together shaking his head.His phone suddenly pinged. He let out a soft sigh picking up the phone, it was a whatsapp message. The Doctor was finally back in contact again. He opened up the message. It was the Doctor, but she was a woman showing him her new rainbow outfit she had just picked out. He raised a brow looking at her rolled up trousers. He paused a moment looking down at his own trousers. He quickly typed in, “Love the upgrade and the fashion statement. It’s been a while since I heard from you. You need to keep in touch. Kisses, O.”“O, C wants to see you.” A woman said popping her head in the door.The Master spun around in his chair scratching his chin to look at the woman. “Should I shave first?”“You look like a mountain man. You know C doesn’t approve of beards.” The woman said trying to be helpful before popping back out.He picked up his electric razor to start trimming the beard away. Maybe I should invent a device that gives C permanent facial hair. That would be really funny. It’s not like it would kill him…maybe. Could deplete some nutrients in his body. But if you’re not taking your daily vitamin, I can’t be held accountable, can I? The Doctor would hold me accountable, never letting me have fun.He hit print on his computer and threw the freshly printed papers into folder. He quickly labeled it the “Kassavin Problem”. He straightened his tie and ran his fingers through his hair as he checked his reflection in one of the many monitors in front of him.Picking up the folder he nearly skipped down to C’s office. He dramatically opened the door leaning against it like a southern bell as he fanned himself with the folder. “I heard, from a little bird you wanted to see little ol’ me.” He then hopped away from the door and dropped the folder on C’s desk. “Shh shhh shhh. I need to speak first.” He said putting his finger’s to C’s lips before he could speak.He opened the folder. “We have a problem; we’re possibly being invaded by…”C rolled his eyes and slammed the folder shut. “Enough O! We’re MI6. Aliens are not our department. You’re going to need to shift your focus, you are wasting company time. You are a waste of time!” C said angrily at him. “You and your deep horizon, an alien invasion is never going to happen.”The Master straightened up as he tilted his head listening to C. “You can’t…you can’t be serious. I have put in so much work to help the human race. This Kass….”“Don’t you dare say Kassavin one more time. I told you it’s a hoax. Those mountains of papers are a hoax. I want them shredded by the end of the day and you on a new assignment.” C said bluntly.“You think I’m the idiot. Let me tell you there was never a bigger idiot in this universe then you. You’re going to be sorry you ignored my warnings. I quit!” He shouted at C. He angrily picked up his file. “Don’t worry about my ravings I’m taking them with me!” He slammed the door breaking the glass as he stomped out of the office.“Let’s get out of here.” He said out loud. A chair across from his desk disappeared and turned into a TARDIS console. “They’re all going to pay.” He said as he typed in coordinates to make his TARDIS disappear from his MI6 office.It was at that moment his whatsapp pinged him again. It was the Doctor again, gushing about all her new experiences. “Sorry I’m not good company right now, I just had a bad run in with the boss again. Don’t worry about it though. Tell me more what it’s like to be a woman.” His TARDIS then materialized on Gallifrey. 


06/29/2020 02:08 PM 


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