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Mature Themes Eldridge is a mature group, meaning any character within the area code needs to be 21 and older. This isn’t for the faint of heart. Crime, death, drugs and other adult related things will be prevalent in the main storyline. We want the inner darkness in all of you to come out when making your characters and writing them. Don’t hold yourself back. Activity Most activity will be based on Discord. Profile pages and an active discord are required. All writing will be documented via Discord. If you’ve read this far please tell us your favorite song on question 3 in the audition form. Writing is welcome on the site and on Discord, whatever you’re more comfortable with. Weekly you are required to use the blast with four replies minimum. Anything extra will be counted for points! You aren’t required to write with everyone (though it is encouraged to have a storyline with everyone so that you know how to interact appropriately!) but you are required to have four active storylines that you are replying to within two weeks. Activity checks will be sent out weekly - they will range from storyline based reaction drabbles, writing, muse posts etc. Inclusivity We want all of our members to feel welcome and like Eldridge is a place they can call home. We get that we all have busy lives but please don’t blatantly ignore members who reach out to you. If you feel like you’re being ignored, please let us know so that we can get to the bottom of it. Point System We do have an active point system that we will be using to track activity. In order to maintain your spot in Eldritch, you will be required to make 80 points per month. We have a grid that you will be shown once you’ve joined. OOC and Drama This is our personal favorite rule. Somewhere at some time, we’ve all met each other. We all know each other, and maybe in the past we had hard feelings about one another. Drama that is NOT storyline based will not be tolerated. Let bygones be bygones and make it work, somehow. We do not expect you to be best friends with everyone, but we require civility out of character and a basic connection with everyone. Make up all of the drama in character that you want. Life Changes As far as life changes (ie: marriage, pregnancy, whatever) go, we know that things such as these are usually never planned, with engagements - please wait at least six weeks before you pop the question. All you have to do is message the admins and ask for the change. You may join married or engaged to your significant other, be sure to add your writing partner’s name so we are aware.As for pregnancies - this will be a case by case situation. We do not want more kids than adults in this group, so you may just have to wait your turn for a crotch goblin. We will also limit the times that they are in events. We understand that having a child is an extension of yourself, but half the things that will happen at these events are not child friendly. If you've completely read and understand these rules - comment below and tell us a joke!

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may 3rd. That day always hit hard for him, his mother's birthday was not an easy one, cancer was a bitch taking the only thing that gave him life was gone now. Camden had his face over the sink washing his face before he looked up at himself in the mirror studying himself. Eyes bags were definitely showing out. he sighed before shaking his head, pulling himself away from the sink and made his way over to the shower and turned it on, awhile he took a second to grab some clothes he stopped by the picture he had sitting on top of his drawer, he picked it up, holding it in his hand looking back at the person who made him who he is today. ‘‘mum, you would told think everyone had lost their Damm mind during covid’’ he spoke, chuckling before putting the picture back in its proper place, his mother, Valentina Rose Fiore, knew very little English being raised in Florence, Italy until she met his father, Thomas Longhurst who seemed nice at first but soon turned out not to be the case as soon was Valentina told him she was pregnant, he left. She barely knew and being in a place she barley knew was difficult for her, scary even. Valentina was only eighteen years old when she had Camden on Christmas eve 1987. Soon enough he came back when Camden was a school boy later falling pregnant with twins than leaving again to never be seen or heard from again. Camden let the hot water roll down his body before he eventually turned off the water, days like theses were the hardest but he pushed through knowing his mother didn't want him to sit around and sulk about her not being around. Camden brushed his teeth before getting dressed in a simple band tshirt a work shirt over it with some jeans and pair of worn out leather boots he got as a birthday gift around the time his mother died. Camden was only 17 when his mother had broke the news she was sick, it broke his heart. But he wouldn't tell her that as he was already running the pub when she was too sick thanks to chemo Eben though she begged to go to the pub on the hard days, not working but enjoying a bit of a social status with the people that came and went almost daily to the little pub on the street in London that Valentina had opened show her ex that she can in fact do things on her own awhile raising three children in the choas, she enjoyed the choas. She function better under pressure. birthdays were always hard,especially when that birthday was connected to someone so special and someone who he loved very much despite not always seeing eye to eye that was still his mother no matter what, she'll always be his mother no matter if she's no longer here physically on earth or in sprint watching over her babies.

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It all happened so quickly it seemed.... Ava had been out drinking with her best friend, the two chatting about everything under the sun, moon and stars as if no time had passed since the last time they had come across each other's path. It was all so wonderful and she truly missed moments like this where they were able to spend so much time together, it just so much harder after the two of them graduated high school and never went to the same colleges together like they had hoped they would. They had spent hours upon hours together, just talking about everything until one thing was mentioned on his end. His family was telling him he needed to get married soon and they had a bride picked out for him, what he mentioned next really shocked her. He told his family THEY were soon to be married! She agreed to do this as of course they were each other's best friends though she told him once his parents were off his back he would have to do something for her, he agreed and after that things seemed to have gone black for her.The next morning she slowly woke up, a headache forming which she assumed was because of the alchol she had drunk the night before with her friend though it didn't help that light from the sun shone brightly through the window she was closest to. She slowly sat up, rubbing her eyes but then froze when she felt something upon her left hand. She glanced towards her hand and saw a gold ring sitting upon her ring finger, eyes widening when she saw it. She didn't remember anything from the night before including the arrangement she had made with her best friend, she didn't remember making the arrangement with him and certainly didn't remember ever marrying someone and getting into bed with them if she had even done something that far. She glanced towards the other side of the bed, seeing her best friend completely naked beside her though the only thing he wore was a ring that matched her own.She fell out of the bed from shock, hitting her head hard upon the nightstand that sat next to the bed on her side before she noticed she had become naked too. What did she do?! Did she really marry her best friend? She was terrified and at that moment she didn't know what to do. She glanced back at the man she had been laying with, seeing him stirring in the bed and she quickly ducked down and crawled around to find her clothing but they weren't on her side of the bed or even at the foot of the bed. "Damn it...." she muttered under her breath, hearing him groaning. She peeked over the edge and as she does so she saw him rise up and look around just for her, she knew he was looking for her as he heard him say her name.

*i accidentally didn't save this in blogs, but for the sake of memories i'm reuploading it here with where I posted it on discord. xo.  

Runaway"You left. Without saying goodbye, again.""Claudia... you left. Without saying goodbye, again." His accented voice flowed so smoothly as he spoke his words. Hiding the hurt he felt that Claudia again had left without even thinking to tell him. Shaking her head she looked up at him. "What do you care for? I mean.. why do you give a sh*t if I leave? He chose you again over me. That'll always be. Won't never change. So why can't I go? He said I could." Claudia protested. She never once considered Lestat might actually feel some sort of way about her running off again."I'm sure it was an oversight. The not saying goodbye. But still, you'd think your creator might be afforded the courtesy to say goodbye." His anger now finally beginning to show through. "You don't want me." Claudia said tearfully looking up to Lestat. "Never did. I was made for Louis. And he said I could go." She flinched as Lestat moved closer to her. "Who says I don't want you? You are an impossible.. spoiled child! But... I made you. You are mine. You and I have just as much a connection as me and Louis.""We do not!" Claudia protested. Lestat only shook his head "we do. Whether you want it or not ma petite." He said calmer now. He hadn't called Claudia that in ages. "When you are in pain I feel it. I simply have a high tolerance for it. When you left.. that will not happen again because you will not leave again. And you will never meet another. Now come home, Claudia. Louis needs you. He's so fragile. Still wounded from the last time you abandoned him. Filled your head with knowledge and hitched a ride on a motorbike."Claudia's eyes widened and she stared at Lestat for a few moments. "... Let it be Lestat. Just let me go." She persisted. She was horrified that Lestat even knew. "I wanted to ask but Louis would not let me. Now I love our family. But all these secrets. We must have none." Lestat insisted. "When I put my mind to it I can hear for quite a long distance."By now Claudia was in tears, curling into herself and away from Lestat. "He thinks of you often.. Bruce." He said with a disgust in his voice. "Bastard." Claudia mumbled. "Oh I couldn't agree more. What he did was.. just in bad taste. But could you imagine if something like that happened again? Or worse? Louis would never forgive himself. He'd become worse than he is. No. Your place is home with us. So come home and make him happy."Without hesitation Lestat stood, reaching down to pull Claudia up. "And if you ever try to leave again. I won't defile your sweet body and break your leg. I'll turn your bones to dust." Lestat threatened, squeezing Claudia's arm tighter until she pulled from his grip spitting in his face. "I hate you!" She shouted before rushing on ahead, jumping off the train.Lestat remained a moment, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket and wiping his face. This interaction with Claudia had been an unpleasant one. Lestat had tried to make it seem like his only true cause for keeping Claudia there was for Louis sake but if he were honest, truthful with his daughter he'd have told her how much it angered him what had happened to her. How he had found Bruce after her return and took care of the situation, as well as Bruce's head. How he never would again allow another vampire to harm her or Louis. Claudia and Louis were his to do with what he pleased. No one else's. "But could you imagine if something like that happened again? Or worse?" template credit.

Alfred was genuinely surprised when the little pickpocket finally arrived at the precinct. Selina’s tardiness only renewed his suspicions about her reliability and intentions, making him increasingly certain as the minutes ticked by that his trust had been misplaced. When the girl at last made her grand entrance, her feigned nonchalance only tried his patience further, her perceived rudeness in keeping him waiting triggering Alfred’s temper. He did despise such a show of blatant disrespect for his time.“Ah! So kind of you to join us, Miss Kyle. I trust it wasn’t too great of an inconvenience for you to keep us all waiting here today?” Dripping with bitter sarcasm, Alfred’s words might as well have been spoken to the wall for all the consideration they received. Detectives Gordon and Bullock were focused on Selina, the leather-clad thief herself barely registering a visible reaction to Alfred’s reprimand.Being ignored afforded the butler a moment longer to better scrutinize the girl’s appearance. While Selina and Jim Gordon traded quips before settling into a more productive dialogue to explain her latest appearance at the GCPD, Alfred studied Selina’s features and posture with the cool detachment of an investigator summing up a potential interrogation subject. She looked decidedly haggard despite what he detected was an attempt to force her usual blustering swagger. Her characteristically sharp gaze lacked its customary sting, the patches of dark skin under her eyes speaking volumes about the quality of what little rest she was able to earn during the night. She looked unwell, and clearly endured a far less relaxing night than Alfred, who slept soundly beneath Egyptian sheets in the cushy sanctuary that was Wayne Manor.The angry streak of red splashed along Selina’s jaw particularly concerned him. But why should he care at all? She was trouble because of the life she lived, the world she knew, the morally questionable acts she committed without apology or expressed remorse. She was a threat, a bad influence. Alfred wanted to feel nothing about the trauma mapped in the young girl’s features other than his usual harsh, superior judgment, yet the worry nagging at him was genuine. Paternal distress was damned inconvenient when it was the last thing Alfred Pennyworth wished to experience, particularly for Selina Kyle. But even he could no longer disregard its existence.She needs a good meal, even a safe place to rest a bit.Just for a little while. She’s only a child, no matter what she’s done.And she’s making sense. Even Gordon sees it. She’s doing this for Bruce.We’re all doing this for Bruce.Exceedingly grateful for Gordon’s willingness to shoulder the burden of the investigation, Alfred sighed with some relief once the folder was in the detective’s hands. Being in possession of the proper authorities meant Alfred himself would not be tempted to review its contents or hunt down the culprits on his own. He knew how blurry the line could be between justice and vengeance. Better still, he understood how easily he might cross that line if left in the presence of those responsible for murdering Thomas and Martha Wayne. Such unspeakable horrors could be wrought by his own hands that he didn’t care to even think about.You didn’t think I was gonna show, did ya? Started to worry a little bit? Selina’s wisecrack was actually more welcome than it normally might have been. Well-timed, well played, well done, Selina.“Never doubted you for a moment, Miss Kyle!” Alfred puffed out his chest and straightened his shoulders in the manner of a proud father who’d been right about his misunderstood charge all along. “I knew if given the chance to prove yourself, you’d come along and do the right thing eventually.” His eyes conveyed something altogether, likely noticed by the eagle-eyed lawmen. You know bloody well I expected you to let me down, and damn you for proving me wrong right when it mattered. But thank you, too, all the same.Turning to Gordon with a nod, Alfred absently straightened his cuffs and eyed the younger man in earnest. “Right. Well, thank you again, Detective. I trust you’ll do everything in your power to follow up on this lead and keep your promise to Master Bruce about finding those responsible. If he gets wind of this, he’ll try beatin’ the granny out of me, but I’ll deal with that later. You lads,” Alfred nodded pointedly to Bullock before returning his attention to Jim. “I expect you’ll both do what needs to be done, to the full extent of the law.”Jim bristled slightly at the butler’s stern reminder of the passing of time since the first promise made in a dark Gotham alley still stained with the blood of Bruce’s slain parents. Alfred’s desire to see justice served was understandable, as was his desire to protect the boy, but something in the Butler’s tongue was more accusatory than grateful at times. The future police commissioner supposed that came hand-in-hand with the privilege of wealth. He’d certainly seen his share of that brand of entitlement over the years, and Alfred Pennyworth could certainly throw his weight around when Bruce’s welfare was at stake.“Hopefully this is something we can move on. I’ll keep you posted, and report back as soon as we have any news.” Gordon regarded the pair with an air of authority that Harvey almost scoffed at. No one at the GCPD truly believed the Wayne killer would ever actually be identified, let alone brought to justice. Some things were just better left alone, but do-gooder Jim Gordon simply wouldn’t stop overpromising and under-delivering on the matter.“You did the right thing, both of you. It’s too dangerous for Bruce to get involved in this. Best left to the law to handle.”Shaking the detectives’ hands in farewell, Alfred turned to Selina. “Right, best we shove off then. Let these men do what they do best, while we stay out of their way.” It was an ironic turn of phrase for a man who had been, and would be, a frequent visitor to the GCPD with demands to get Bruce Wayne out of one sticky situation after another whenever the boy got himself into trouble.Once they were out of earshot on their way out of the precinct, Alfred didn’t bother calling back the first thought on his mind. It seemed like the right thing to suggest. It seemed natural, even if he suspected he’d regret such kindness for the lairy little pickpocket. Or maybe he could live with it.“What you need, Miss Kyle, is a decent meal and a safe place to rest for a spell. At least until it’s time for me to fetch Master Bruce from school and you to make yourself scarce again, ey?” His fingers were fussing with his cuffs yet again, tugging at his waistcoat, settling at his back. There was no hint of jest in his eyes or the firm set of his mouth.“That is, of course, unless you’re going to try, and ultimately fail, to convince me that you didn’t have a bloody rotter of a night because of something - or someone - beyond the inconveniences of an unpaid power bill?” Lifting a brow, he kept his steely gaze upon her, openly daring her to mouth off. “Perhaps you would rather sell a kidney on the black market for a meal than suffer another plate in my kitchen, Miss Kyle, but nevertheless I’m offering.” A shadow of a smile touched the corner of Alfred’s mouth.“Besides, it might be a good opportunity for us to get our stories straight, in the event Master B discovers our treachery today.”

It was Olivia's 21st birthday, things were great until her mother had informed her that someone in paticular wasn't going to arrive. Why would the man lie to her? He had promised that he would arrive every single year after they had spent her 16th birthday together but now he wasn't even bothering to arrive. She called off her birthday party, telling all her guests that it was now no longer happening and she would rather be out on her own which is exactly what happened until one thing had happened.Her mother had informed the friend who her mother had lied about not coming to the party, letting him know that Olivia had left and would be off on her own for the day. She knew exactly where her dughter was going.... She was heading to the bar and that is exactly where he would find her. Now there was only one bar in town so it wasn't going to be hard to find the 21 year old or at least where she went, it would be hard to find HER as there had been many blonde women at least around town who constantly went to that bar.Olivia was now downing drink after drink, not caring at this point if she ended up drunk as hell or not. As she kept on drinking she did notice that someone had been watching her, seeing her take in all that alchol that was running down her throat and she felt a bit uneasy about it. She had no idea who this man was and she indeed did not want to find out but it seemed this man had other plans, he stood up and began to come her way as she sat in her sparkly dark gray dress with a drink in her hand until she saw a hand just flash before her face. Who could it have been? She glanced up and saw it was the one person her mother had told her who wasn't coming....

A beautiful woman by the name of Stacey who was about the age of eighteen stood before a tall floor length mirror that seemed to be the same height as her, staring at her reflection as she tried to determine if the navy blue dress she was wearing would be the perfect outfit for the occasion. She let out a soft sigh, running a hand through her long blonde hair before stopping the moment she saw the black mark upon her cheek was revealed to her. She quickly shook her head, letting her blonde hair drop back down to her shoulders and a frown formed upon her lips.Her family along with her childhood best friend Natalie were the only ones who knew of the black mark upon her cheek, the place her soulmate would touch her for the first time. Now she knew everyone around the world had a mark like that, her parents at one point had the mark and her older sisters had the mark too before they all had found their soulmates. She had no idea if her friend had found her soulmate just yet though she assumed with how much sleeping around she had done the last few weeks that she would have found the guy though for her she was terrified. How would the most important moment go down? Would he actually hit her? Would it just be a little pat to the cheek? Those questions she quickly shook out of her head before she turned, seeing her best friend with a smile upon her lips which she knew right away that she had found her soulmate."I figured you would find him." Stacey spoke, shaking her head before motioning her friend out."Oh don't be such a bummer, you will find him soon. Maybe will even find him tonight!" Natalie said with a giggle.Stacey rolled her eyes, "That is what terrifies me.... I don't actually want to find him." She walked out with her friend, the two of them quickly heading to the party of their old classmate Chad who Stacey found out was her best friend's soulmate. She rolls her eyes as the story of how those two found out was going on, she didn't want to know but she did hear about it anyway and she knew Natalie would want to hear about her own experiance if she wasn't there to witness it.