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05/31/2020 02:48 PM 

Das Reglement

                  Leviticus 19:18 - “‘Do not seek revenge or bear a grudge against anyone among your people, but love your neighbor as yourself. I am the LORD."๏ปฟ   --------------------------------------------------------------------- A Little About The Mun: ------------------------------------------------------- Writers Alias: Loyal Blue Pronouns: They/Them (this is as close as I will allow anyone to get to me). ----------------------------------------------------------------------------These are My rules, Please respect them.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------   1. I stay in character, this also means that I want to keep  my real personal  life separate  from  the fantasy/ role-play life so if someone wants my discord they HAVE to work for it because I'm not as trusting of others online as I once was. 2. I am a mixed writer,  as in i write every single length you can think of, and I do try to keep up with my writing partners.3. I do not tolerate  Drama, Gossip,  Rumors, hearsay,  Hypocrisy, Ageism, Sexism, Xenophobia  or  Homophobia in any way, shape  or  form; if it doesn't  hurt you then it does not concern all. 4. I  reply  when I feel  like  it, on my own time  and  at my own pace. I am  not  here to  cater to you; I am just  here to write  and  enjoy the company  of those that I  write  with and can be kind of a dorky loser with.  5. I role play  specifically  for my enjoyment; I prefer  to write  with  people  who  understand  that  replying takes time  due to real life being  a priority  and  if that's  a problem  for  you- don't  add me.  6. I deny more than I accept because  I just  don't  want  an large amount  of people  on  my list that don't  even try to interact,(Having a large amount of people on my list also makes me prone to go through anxiety attacks)  so I do not write with a lot of people as too many can actually overstimulate me socially as well as intellectually7. I write an AU Kurt Wagner as a Demisexual.   8. I only write with those 18 years and older as I am above the age of 18. In general I write SFW with those who are interested and NSFW with people who get to actually know my muse as well as the mun.   9. I multi-ship Kurt and I happen to be LGBTQ+ friendly as long as others are friendly to me; I don't tolerate entitlement or petty drama.   10.  Just have fun, don't take role-playing with me too seriously and please be respectful to me as an person.  11. Whatever Kurt says or does, does not reflect me as the Mun.   Matthew 7:12 - "So in everything, do unto others what you would have them do to you, for this sums up the Law and the Prophets."

Bitter Beta

05/31/2020 01:11 PM 

Trust Issues

Jumping off the cliffs and into the salt water does not count as a bath, nor does a quick wolf grooming that that consists of a canine tongue randomly across fur Easton Clearwater. Now into the tub you go, Mr. Mud puppy” Leah spoke in the most classic of matter of fact motherly tones while her hands gently nudged and patted her sons back down the hall of their cabin and into the bathroom. And even without a spoken word, the woman could amusingly feel Eastons distance and stubborn mute whining within his fidgety posture and nearly dragging steps across the worn wood floor beneath.          “Remember, soap is your friend and shampoo is your destiny.” She teased with a smile as her son finally settled into the hot bath water and she herself slipped out of the bathroom to give him a bit of privacy. Truth be told, the young boy might just have stuck his human tongue out at his mother...but not until she shut the door of course. He was as dirty as a swamp creature, but not a fool.          Peaking back over her shoulder for a moment, Leah quietly moved towards her back bedroom, giving its framed entrance a slight tap before walking inside. “Ok, where were we? Ancient woman? Protection? If I want to meet this patron saint of hybrid children, I want to know anything you can tell me about her. How do I know she won’t take my son from me, hmm? If someone doesn’t want to kill him, they want to steal him. I can count on one hand those that want to protect him, so I am sorry, I am going to need a bit more convincing before I agree to go with you”           With what seemed to be within one breath, the native woman's words consumed the room while Alice and Jasper sat patiently for the first possible chance to get a word in edgewise. The southern relic of a gentleman kept his demeanor as calm as his hand did for his pixie like love while settled upon her anxiously bouncing leg. Alice's hues danced recklessly while she awaited the moment she could speak, their golden color hinting at the disappointment she felt when every hopeful chance passed her by. None the less the two knew and understood that as much as Leah trusted them both, her motherly instinct paired with the emotional and mental abuse she had endured while protecting her son would still demand her doubt and concern be settled.        As they finally were able to speak and explain, Alice physically expressive with every syllable and Jasper as confident and convincing as a general motivating his troops, the pair slowly broke past the natives woman protective barrier wall within her mind. Steadily Leah's facial expression became softer, her posture relaxed with her folded arms settling to her sides while her fingertips fidgeted with the frayed edges of her favorite flannel shirt that snug comfortably against her jean blanketed hips. What she wanted more than anything in her life is for her son to be protected. She knew deep down that if anyone else wanted that too, it was the Cullens.  That was undeniable. “Alright. We’ll meet her. But I picked the place.”          It had been over a year since Leah had set eyes on the centuries old cabin. The young woman couldn’t help but to stare at the structure for a moment. How it still stood without swaying when one were to just breath too heavy around its weathered rotting wood and barely sturdy support beams was beyond logic. Its rusted tin roof had shivered off any remains of decorative porch shingles decades ago. The creak of the floor echoed like crashing oaks with each step upon them. But the scent of mildew and blood danced around the structure like icing on a cake of everything this shelter was. This was where Leah had been nursed back from the brink of death and where her son had made his debut in life. This was where the native woman had slowly begun to trust again, where she had felt safe for the first time after her attack. It was nothing and everything to her in one.           Eastons fingers clung tightly to his mother's hand, his other arm wrapped her while his face half heartedly hid against her copper warm skin. “It's alright son” Leah whispered simply and softly as they quietly walked through the cabin entrance, its door hanging now by just one desperately surviving hinge. Easton became a bit more relaxed at the sight of familiar Cullen faces spaced out randomly around the room that was dimly lit by the high afternoon sun peaking through open shutters.        The sun caused a prism-like effect of glimmer each time a beam from the sun captured their flesh. The sight brought a relaxed smile to Leah's lips, and entertained Eastons eyes, brightening his mood a bit. The young woman glanced around for the new visitor, her brows furrowed curiously. “Where is the guest of honor? Don’t tell me she changed her mind. Not that I would be offended, my boy and I aren’t strangers to feeling unworthy.” She scoffed defensively, her faith typically doubtful as always with strangers.  


05/31/2020 12:53 PM 

Owes Listโ™ฅ

I OWE YOUElias (5/20)Cameron (5/20)Gracelynn (5/20)YOU OWE ME 

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05/31/2020 10:27 PM 

Haunted Forest Drabble series pt 2

Johnny knew that there was more to the story other then just him being crazy, he had a story to tell. Taking his seat at the bar once more - Johnny turned his head over his shoulder to see that Ralph had got on his bike and peddled his way down the rest of the hill. He would need to make a note of finding him again at some point, so he could possibly get some more information about his message. But for right now? He needed coffee and lots of it, as well as some wholesome food before he had pressed on; When his attention snapped back to the ceramic cup in front of him it had been refilled and the mess was in the process of being mopped up by the waitress who had first poured his drink. I'm sorry about that, Ralph is more of the harmless type. But he's convinced that this place is haunted. Johnny had definitely been taking in all of the ends and odds about just what the hell was going on around here. "He's alright, I'm just never awake this early in the day.." The biker grunted before his ringed appendage fit around the warm cup, and lifted the rim to his lips for a savory and rejuvenating sample. A light near inaudible sigh released from his scruffy tiers, as he lowered the beverage down on the counter top. What'll it be?Johnny had glanced down at the finished plate of steak an eggs, having completely consumed one of the best steaks he's had this far north. On top of that several more cups of coffee to go with it, so he reached into his rear pocket to retrieve a wallet attached to a chain. The leather flaps parted to unveil a string of cash he had from building custom engine parts, they always got top dollar demand for their efforts. He dipped his fingers into the wallet and pulled out a couple of twenties to cover the receipt. "Keep the change.." Johnny said as he made his way out of the diner, his fingers reaching over to the frames of his shades. Flicking out the darkened visors, and fit them over to conceal the light blue of his eyes. The temperature had risen slightly with the time that he spent inside, cozy now with a belly full of food. He made his clacking steps over toward his Evil Betty motorcycle. Which had been his first motorcycle, rounded the side of the vehicle he mounted the bike and lifted his hand up to where he could turn a dial slightly off to the side. And then lifted his fingers up to press at a button next to the right handlebar. A few moments and the pistons rumbled slightly, johnny flicked back the stand holding up the weight of the bike, and baked up the motorcycle out of his spot. Low rumbling cracks at first had brought him to the turn off of the road, and he turned his head both directions before he pulled out into the vacant road ahead of him. Picking up a bit of torque the motorcycle's pistons cracked more audibly with the passing morning breeze, as he made his way down the length of the hill. Slowly he merged right onto the turn off of the camp. The Ghost Rider warning him of the evil that was here, and how hungry the he was to consume it. EVIL!! FEEDDD.. The voice rang through his head, and he knew where his destination was for the night. Fingers remained firmly on the handlebars, as he sped down the length of the road that would put him in between a gravel road that passed through to the other side of the camp. Johnny's eyelids had soon been replaced by a low burning ember that even now had wanted to break out and go hunt it. But for right now he wanted to get a look at the grounds, maybe even engage the being at night. Challenging the evil on its own turf. Johnny let his motorcycle engine pop several more times before he eventually turned the direction of the bike down the direction of the gravel road that passed beneath the concealment of trees. Moments later he had come upon the bicycle man Crazy Ralph. "Hey, hey wait up.." The biker said to him to which Ralph had turned his head to greet the darkened visors of the man. He reached up to disengage the engine of his Street Bob, and flicked out the kickstand to support the weight of the beast. He dismounted and slowly approached the man. "What did you mean..back there? Everyone's gonna die." Johnny removed the darkened visors of his shades to where he could better focus on the one before him. Even now the Ghost Rider was snarling and snapping at him to be unleashed so that they could handle the nature of the threat. 'Get out. Get out before it's too late..' The elderly man said. 'There isn't much time..this lake belongs to him.' Instead of running like a scared rabbit, the man stood an apex. Hunting the hunter if you will. "You mentioned him. What do you mean?" Johnny folded his arms beneath the bulges of his pectorals. 'Jason..Jason Voorhees, sad story. They killed his mother. But now he seeks revenge..' Johnny listened to what he had to say about this Jason Voorhees. He had figured that he was some kind of psycho killer that had been wronged in life. "Ralph. Names Johnny, appreciate the help." He offered out his hand to the man, a moment of pause from the bicyclist and then his hand lifted as well. Johnny latched his hand inside of his own, squeezing firmly. "Don't stay here..I'll take care of it. "He patted his idle palm on his shoulder, and walked back over toward his bike. He watched as Ralph had turned his bike around, and headed in the opposite direction. Visors lowered upon upon his eyes once more, and he adjusted the dial to where the bike was primed. Appendage lifted to press in the ignition button, and a moment before the pistons had filled the air he could've sworn he heard a whisper "ch ch ch..ah ah ah..." Once again the Ghost Rider was raging, begging to be let out. But right now? No. There were too many people in the area, and he needed to prepare for his encounter with this Jason Voorhees. 

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05/31/2020 10:07 PM 

Meeting Millicent

Hux spent most of his childhood and teenage years on ships and space stations. His life started on Arkanis, a rainy, grey planet. Memories of his time there were admittedly fond ones. Even to this day he missed the serenity of the planet, the constant drizzle of rain awoke within him a welcome feeling of melancholy. No matter the abuse and animosity he was dealt at home, little Hux escaped it often by roaming the city and the beautiful forests. Both his parents never demanded for him to stay at home, he thought they might've been relieved when they didn't have to look at him. He tried to convince himself that he didn't mind. That he didn't wish for them to worry, to want to know how his day had been. Being a rather shy, anxious child (to his father's distaste) he preferred to keep to himself, not needing other children to entertain himself or to have fun. His imagination was more than enough. Hux was easily scared and gentle spirited. The only person that he remembered getting past the safety walls he has build around his presence was a neighbor. A young woman with hair as dark as the night sky and pale skin like the moon. Armitage had been fascinated by her kind smiles and soft spoken words. She would sometimes give him sweet, baked treats that he shyly, but eagerly accepted. From what he could tell she seemed to live by herself, apart from a furry companion, a cat called Lilly. It was black, reminiscent of her owner's equally colored hair. "I see you met lady Lilly," she said one day, startling Hux at first, but his quickly beating heart calmed down as he realized who the voice belonged to. No threat. She was never threatening. Still, he didn't look at her directly, at least not when he thought she could see him or paid him attention. Armitage had hummed and nodded his head, his lips forming a trembling smile as he pet the cat's silky fur. "I think she likes you, Armie." And Hux felt delighted. Someone liked him! Lilly and Armie became best friends. Hux reckoned that this early childhood acquaintance made him more susceptible to how he acted when he found Millicent. After fleeing Arkanis, they flew around the Unknown Regions in search of a planet that would be most fitting to become the main base for the First Order. Hux didn't leave their ships often, even though as a teenager he wasn't anything like that scared, shy child he used to be anymore. He was cruel and cold, sometimes reckless during his more rebellious phase. He thought he could piss off his father with it, but all he got was crushing disappointment and he hated it. He wanted attention and to his shame, he wanted approval. So, he worked hard, locked away his emotions and longings to exceed all expectations. For some time Hux wore a mask, until he became the mask. Hux very rarely demanded shore leaves. He preferred the order and structure of life on a ship and on the base he mainly resided in during his late teenage years and young adulthood. Starkiller base became home. Sometimes, like today, the walls around him and the cutting words and jeering laughter of his peers became suffocating and restricting. He had honed the skill of swallowing the rage that flared within him to perfection. In his mind he imagined killing all of them and with a smirk he realized that he would do that once the time was right. Not yet. Not yet. But they would get what they deserved. Right now he was exiting his ship to set foot on a planet located not far away from Ilum. It was one he visited often when he felt the need for distance making his skin feel too tight. Hux travelled by himself, not even Phasma was allowed to be privy to his escapades. A relieved sigh left his lips as he felt some of the tension melt from his shoulders once the wet foggy atmosphere settled around him. The sky was grey, the air humid with rain and the scent of salt. It wasn't Arkanis, but close enough and Hux didn't try to deny to himself how this wasn't the reason he picked this planet to regularly shed his uniform and change into civilian wear. He wasn't yet the General he would become later, but uniforms always had been a part of the First Order no matter the position he occupied. It was different, he couldn't help but to feel more vulnerable without the shield of his uniform. Simple black pants, an indigo colored dress shirt, black suspenders. His flaming hair was void of any product, dishevelled in the wind and rain. Armitage walked towards the small city of the planet, most of it was surrounded by forests and the ocean. There was a market in the city today, several booths sharing local products. Hux hid an embarrassing curiosity for other cultures and beings behind the stone walls he had build, a trait not often found in members or followers of the First Order. Their ideologies were strict and old. Suddenly there was a sound of a painful, high-pitched wail that caught Hux's attention. Raising his head he witnessed an alien creature kicking a ginger bundle of fur away from the booth and to the ground. He realized the bundle was a cat, now laying motionless. A feeling that Hux didn't understand gave a sharp ache within his chest and he glared at the booth owner. "Hey! What do you think you're doing?" He yelled, his voice even, the cold Arkanis accent cutting through the air. He got a retort in a language he didn't understand and chose to not get into a fight. Instead he walked to cat and crouched down beside it carefully. For a moment he was mesmerized by the color of its fur that was so similar to his own hair color that it stunned him with surprise. And he was reminded of how Lilly's fur had resembled her owner's hair color as well. It was a revelation that made him chew on his lower lip, almost nervously as if he was trying to push those memories away, memories that had the potential to make him weak, sentimental. He snorted and instead of dwelling on his thoughts he examined the cat more closely. It was looking up at him with apprehensive, green eyes, but didn't move away. Hux saw that it seemed to be bleeding from one of his legs. He wasn't sure if the injury came from the kick, the fall or something else. The cat gave another pathetic whine and Hux frowned. "The galaxy isn't a place for weak creatures to survive, don't you know?" In contrast to his harsh words he moved his hand slowly to pet the cat's bright fur, his movements were awkward, unpracticed in giving out any sort of comfort. He felt stupid kneeling in the middle of the street, petting a cat. So when the creature leaned into his touch, he reacted on impulse and lifted the cat into his arms, careful to not smear his shirt with its blood. "What is wrong with me?" He lamented, the cat leaning into his chest made him feel broken. He carried it back to his ship, where Hux cleaned the wound and bandaged its leg with a care that he never thought he possessed. At this moment he wasn't aware yet that Millicent's compliant manners were only due to pain of injury and exhaustion, because she showed that her personality was of a much more feisty and demanding nature once she had fully recovered. "Well, welcome to the First Order, I guess." It felt good having a companion in this dreary galaxy.

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