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  In our darkest hour, we look for salvation. Alpha Union Controlled Space: Cold. That was the only feeling he could feel as he hung in the middle of the room with energized cuffs around his wrists. Cold wet sweat covered his naked broken body as he tried to look around with his bright green eyes. He managed to lift himself halfway, but as soon as he tried to put weight on his legs he fell back down to hanging with his arms above his head. Pain shot through his body as he gasped for breath.  The door behind him opened with a creek as it swung on heavy hinges. Hearing footsteps on the wet stone floor he tried to turn his head but received a blow to his cheek from an armored hand. “You don’t get to see your host yet. Scum.” The guard said as he punched Morian again in the face, aiming for the one good eye he had left. Seeing stars as he shook his head and again tried to look around he heard a snicker. “You don’t listen very well do you?” He then saw a figure step out of the shadow and hold up a hand stopping the guard from further action. “He has that renowned Basoar stubbornness, that is all.”  The man leaned forward showing Morian his face with a smile. Morian was shocked at who he saw. But that was the last thing he saw as a needle pierced his neck and injected him with something. As the world began to fade he heard. “We can educate that out of him…and so much more.”  The man adorned in a black tunic waved for the other guards to move in and lift Morian off the ground as they unhooked him from the ceiling. They then took him to a machine that connected several monitoring devices to his body and strapped his head so that a ring surrounded it.  Activating the machine they began by turning up a dial and touching a sequence of commands into a touchscreen. A lot of this tech looked to be former Dominion and Imperial tech. “Let's begin.” The man said as he turned the dial up and immediately Morian started screaming in pain as focused energy shot into his brain in a series of pulses.  They were going to break him.      Voltera Nebula, Starbase, and Shipyard:  The Voltera Nebula was a massive nebula that covered thousands of square lightyears of space and contained several celestial bodies and even a few solar systems. One of the solar systems had been turned into the Dominion’s main shipyard and Central Command for the Dominion Space Forces. Right now it was a refuge for a heavily battered Dominion fleet.  Rie stood at the window of his quarters on the Titan’s Fist. His armored hands clasped behind his back as he watched several tow tugs maneuver a super-star destroyer into a repair dock. Major sections were missing from the ship as it had taken the brunt of one of its last battles with the Alpha Union.  His ship was in the only dock that could accommodate its size. They were damaged severely in the Battle for Naboo and then in the subsequent battles as they retreated. Retreat…that was a word he did not like having to think about let alone order.  There was a beep at the door and he whispered. “Enter” and the door opened showing Admiral Tiet. The Admiral walked in and stopped at the head of Rie’s desk waiting. Rie turned around away from the depressing view.  “I used to find the view of the shipyard inspiring,” Rie said softly.  “It will be again. We just have to keep moving forward.” Tiet replied. Holding out the datapad, Rie took it and began reading the summary of the latest reports.  It was not as bad as he had thought. Roughly 80% of the fleet was still fightworthy. The other 20% was in different states of complete losses to almost ready for service again. They also were holding systems that he thought were being lost. New Coruscant, despite the devastation brought upon it by Thorin, was holding off the Alpha Union forces for now. As were Chandrilla and Corellia. They also were holding key hyperspace lanes.  “So far this is good,” Rie said. Then he looked up with his bright orange eyes at Tiet. “Any news of where they took Morian?” Tiet let out a breath that he had been holding. Unlike others, he knew Rie would not hurt him as the messenger, which was why he was here delivering it. “We did not find any information on where they took him. The ship that he was put on was using some kind of stealth tech that obscured their hyperspace signature completely. I have ALARA working on it but she is even doubtful it will be salvaged.  Rie let his head drop slightly as he leaned against the railing in front of him heavily. Letting the weight of it all hit him for a second he let out a sigh and then refocused. Right now he couldn’t do anything for his brother. They wouldn’t give up on him though. “Keep me advised on anything we find. However, we need to focus on getting back into the fight. We cannot continue to be on the defensive.” Tiet agreed. They needed to take the fight to the Alpha Union and its mysterious leader. “What targets do you have in mind?” “Coruscant…” Rie said. Which surprised Tiet. They both knew how well defended that system was. It was the namesake of their very own capital. Originally the capital of Palpatine’s Empire and the Old Republic. Now it serves as the capital of the Alpha Union. According to intelligence reports they had discovered several caches of Palpatine’s warehouses that housed experiments, weapon prototypes, and so on. Which had aided their quick rise.  “We will have to work towards it by hitting several smaller targets, but our main goal will be Coruscant. Cut off the head of the snake.” Rie clarified.      Coruscant; Center of Alpha Union Operations:  Ships buzzed in lines across the skies. Their silhouettes look like insects against the backdrop of the setting sun. Morian stood with his hands behind his back as his green eyes stared out at the sun as it crept beyond the horizon. His back tunic and robe hid most of the damage his body had sustained when he was captured. But his face was scared and still had bacta bandages on it covering the wounds that were still open.  Bringing his hands in front of him he looked at his palms and flexed his fingers. The mechanical right arm made noise as it flexed. Not the most up-to-date design. Looking down he sighed. Both his legs had been either mostly or partially replaced with mech as well. That tank blast had done a lot…though it should have killed him.  His eyes darted over to his ‘escort’ who were like shadows no matter where he went. He had been surprised when they had brought him here and let him out of a cell. He was standing in what had formerly been the Jedi Temple, then the Emperor’s Palace during the time of the Empire. Now he was not sure what the Alpha Union used it for. From his experience and knowledge, they despised anyone who used the force. No matter its cause.  “Admiring a good sunset?” the voice of Vok came from behind him. Feeling his spine stiffened he took a breath and let it out before turning and facing the man. He was clad in stormtrooper armor that had been painted in a camouflage pattern which conflicted with the very urban setting all around them. Over the past twelve months he had been held by the Alpha Union Vok had been his handler.  Feeling his fists tighten as they closed he felt the urge to attack and try to escape. However, before he could the feeling turned into pain as he fell to his knees. A small chuckle came from Vok as he too knelt slightly in front of Morian. “You can’t do anything that we do not want you to do. You should have remembered that by now.” The pain reached a high point and Morian resisted the urge to scream out. He was defiant and wanted to not show them any weakness if he could help it. The pain stopped and his body went limp as he fell to the ground fully. A moment or two passed before he was able to get up and straighten his tunic. His green eyes glared at Vok with a hate he had not known in a long time.  “Buck up Morian… it's graduation day!” Vok said as he nodded to the two troopers behind Morian.  He felt a needle hit the skin of his neck and soon after he was in darkness again. Nothing but pain and darkness as he tried to hold onto the last shreds of what made him...him.  The troopers carried him to a medical lab with a similar machine to the one they had originally put him in. Strapping his arms and legs into place his head was fitted with what almost looked like a crown made of copper and kyber crystals.  “Are we ready? Said the Overseer as he walked up behind Vok his hands clasped behind his back.  Surprised that the Overseer was here for something so trivial Vok stiffened as he turned and bowed to the man that had saved them all. “Yes, we are about to begin the final phase of reprogramming.” A smile crept across the scarred features of the Overseer. “Remarkable technology...It's a shame that Rie decided not to go further with it.” Vok nodded slowly. The Overseer knew many things about his enemies. Sometimes almost as if he had known them for a long time. However, no one dared question him on such matters. He had brought them out of the darkness that had been brought on by the Dominion and its meddling in things it shouldn’t.  “Sires, we are ready to begin,” Stated the tech next to Morian.  “You may begin.” The Overseer said as he held his hands in front of him and smiled. As the hum of machinery began Morian also woke up. His eyes darted around as he fought against his restraints. The tech tried to calm him down. “The more you struggle the more it will hurt.” This did not deter Morian until the machine fully activated and the kyber crystals around his head all glowed their respective colors. Mostly used to power lightsabers and had even powered the weapons systems of the Death Stars..kyber also had a strange effect on a person if used correctly with certain energy types. Something that Rie and his scientists had found out and then abandoned.  Morian then began screaming as the energy focused and started pulsing into his skull. His brain felt like it was on fire. His screaming continued for a few more minutes then he passed out from the pain.  “Keep it on for the full effect...I want him fully primed.” The Overseer said as he turned and then left the platform. Vok bowed with a nod as he then turned and watched Morian. A man who had once been regarded as one of the best special forces soldiers was now theirs. Now how to use him.  

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    Hiiiiii! It's again, Birdoline coming at you from the very beautiful. very hot. very fun La Parguera. It's day something, we're hot, but we're not tired! And like all things Birdoline, it's time to spice things up a little bit and bring in a special guest that I think is really cute and I would totally already have his baby, please give a very warm Isla Vibras welcome to the chest hair millionaire himself, my husband, Abel "The Weeknd" Tesfaye." Caroline says to the camera and to her best friend and husband. The table is set up with the limited edition "XO" tequila in both cocktail and shot form. "We're going to play a super fun game of Truth or Drink. The game is simple, we had Jordan," Caroline pauses and the camera shows the Tesfaye's body guard who loves the attention too much, "Back over here. thank you. gather tweets from fans with some hard hitting questions and you can either choose to answer the question or take a shot. easy peasy." Caroline says, though she can't help but laugh a little. "Birdie and I have been training for this our whole life, so I hope you're ready, babe." ;   "We are very hot and very not tired! I don't even think I've slept since I've arrived." Birdie states matter of factly with a shrug of her shoulders, it's all vibes."It's El Fin De Semana!!" Birdie exclaims, clearly quite proud of herself for pronouncing it correctly. "And if you think I won't be calling you that all fin de semana-" She pauses to laugh at her own joke before continuing on. "You're very sadly mistaken." As the camera pans to Jordan, Birdie exhales a long dramatic sigh directly into the microphone. "Don't give him too much attention, his head is big enough as it is." As the camera pans back to the trio, Birdie is wearing a wide enthusiastic smile, clearly excited for this challenge. "I did make sure to have Jordan pick a few of the more wild questions, just so you know." She waves her cue cards, looking between her best friend and Abel. "Let's get right to it, shall we? Pick your poison, El Fin De Semana!" She gestures to the variety of shots and cocktails displayed before them. "Alright, we'll start with a tame one; from user star g-one-rl...oh starg1rl..okay 'When is the new album coming? Give us the date Abel Lynn!'"     "I don't think y'all have let me sleep since we got here," Abel joked, pulling the mic away from his mouth just enough to plant a quick kiss on Caroline's cheek and whisper a soft 'I love you, baby,' in her ear. Pulling back, Abel raised a brow as he glanced between Caroline and Birdie, unable to repress a laugh as his wife referred to him oh so lovingly as chest hair millionaire. "That ain't right, Sugar Glider," He then turned to Birdie. "El Fin De Senmana," He repeated, nodding. "Yeah, yeah, I know. The more ya' drink, the less it'll sound like The Weeknd in Spanish,"Abel rolled his eyes when the camera panned to Jordan who, unsurprisingly, was checking out a woman just out of view. "You need help," Abel shook his head, turning to Birdie and Caroline once again, pushing the thought of Jordan trying to get laid out of his mind. "Alright, alright, I think I can do this, I'm pretty open. I mean, half of the world has seen mine and Caroline's sex tape, so there ain't much being kept a secret anymore," He joked.Listening to the first question, Abel narrowed his eyes. "Sometime in 2024," He shrugged, "I can't give exact dates but that is technically a date," Abel hoped that it would be vague enough, because if not, he'd already be taking a shot of their exclusive XO Star Fruit & Pineapple Tequila. "Next question?" He asked, hopeful that he had successfully outsmarted Birdoline for the first question, although he knew if he got lucky this time, it would be short-lived.   "Caroline begins to chant, "sleep is for the weak! sleep is for the weak!" knowing that Birdie will always be there to continue the chant because who can sleep when there's so much fun to be have? and so much work, but shhh. "En Fin De Denmana, Millonario de pelo en el pecho." Caroline said with a small laugh though she was the only one who spoke pretty close to fluent Spanish. "Don't call me sugar gliderrrrrr on the internettttttt" she whined, she did not want to answer such things, but she would because it was very true. "Hahah, Birdie called you big head." Caroline mocked from where she stood and enjoyed a little middle finger from the security guard who was a big tit baby all the damn time. "Don't any of you nasties tweet us to see the rest of the tape. We don't need to be teachin' y'all have to have babies." she said narrowing her eyes at the camera and giving them the firm "Mom-finger" to show that she was serious. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Doesn't count, baby, too vague. Drink up. Then you can ask me, birdie, or birdoline a question next to keep it fair." she said taking the bottle. "Look how pretty, this is ours. We'll tell y'all about it at the end, but we made this. and it's very yummy, and it's from our brand." she said as she poured the shot glass full and handed it to her husband. "bottoms up, babe."   As anyone could have predicted, Birdie joined in on the chant with her arms raised above her head with enthusiasm; "sleep is for the weak! sleep is for the weak!" The comment in fluent Spanish went over her head, visible confusion on her face as her arms drooped back into her lap. "Yeah, I dunno about all that." How exactly was she supposed to interview multiple musicians who spoke almost exclusive Spanish? Time would tell.The warning prompted Birdie to quickly shuffle through the index cards with tweets that had been pre-typed on each of them, stopping at a specific one and ripping it in half before tossing the pieces over her shoulder. "Yeah, ya nasties!" She shot a glare over towards Jordan for allowing that one in, who held his hands up in defense with a sh*t-eating grin on his face."No vague answers, that's cheating fin de semana del día conmemorativo!!" Birdie exclaimed, clearly she had plenty of spanish nicknames tucked away for this occasion thanks to Nori. "Bottoms up, Trey Songz."   Abel couldn't help but roll his eyes. "You know I can't answer those questions. I am under contract. Things do need to be kept under wraps. Giving you a year is the best I could do," He shrugged his shoulders, reaching for the shot of their XO tequila that Caroline had poured for him. "I swear, you're getting me drunk on purpose," he then nodded toward Birdie, "And she's just here for the ride. I don't know what the hell y'all are callin' me either so that's kinda rude,"With that, Abel held the shot glass to his lips and let the liquid slide down his throat, as he tilted his head backwards. With a quiet gulp, the shot was gone and he gently placed the shot glass down on the table. "Alright, I'm.. actually sort of curious. So, Caroline, what's your favorite Harry Styles song? And Birdie, what's your favorite song I've released? No bullsh*t. Blinding Lights and Watermelon Sugar are wrong answers, 'cause that's what me and Harry hear all the time,"   "Contract Sm-tract." Caroline says with hands her hips though she laughs, "I'm kidding, don't break contractal agreements kiddos, it's not good and court is not fun. Birdoline will not be your lawyer, we do not have law degrees yet." She warns, sliding the glass over, watching carefully to ensure that all the liquor left the glass. "Us? Me? Us? We're angels. We would never play such games. You're a honest man, Abel Lynn." She teased, though getting drunk is always preferrable outcome for content and for the fact she liked the laugh. "Yikes. I guess I'm gonna drink on this one." She said before laughing, "I'm kidding. Easy peasy." she said, "I did want a shot though." she pretended to pout. "I think I know Birdie's answer but I'm going to zip lip cause I wanna see if I'm right . BUt my favorite Harold song is probably Golden. Or Treat People With Kindness. I love both equally, but TPWK feels like Harry as a person, and Harry and I are very similar humans."

I owe: Kian [5/2/2024] Ember [5/2/2024] Darcy [5/9/2024] They owe: Keylee [5/17/2024]

LUNA BECOMING FREE!Solo # 1 - 1/20/2024 ψ  Luna heard the footsteps of her Master as he came to unlock the cage door that held her. In his left hand she could see that he held a long silver chain with a silver collar on it.The collar swung back and forth as he approached. In his right hand was the dreaded cattle prod, that he had adapted to use on her. If it was used on a cow, they would be dead in less than a minute. Her? She could with-stand it to a small degree. He charged it up and poked her with it harshly, forcing her to shift to her wolf form. ψ  She yelped in pain as the force of it hit her forcing her body bones to break and form until she was in her wolf form. He quickly put the collar on her neck, before she regained consciousness. Once awake she looked at the door which was now open, her master holding the chain in both hands now. "Out." He ordered her in a dark and strict tone. She knew she had no choice but to obey. She crawled out on her stomach, her tail tucked between her legs, as she cowered before her Master. He tugged on the leash, pulling her with him to the horses, where his wife was already on one and ready to go with weapons on them. ψ  She followed him as he locked the chain on the horse's saddle, as he got up on it. "Ready?" He asked his wife, who gave him a smile and a nod. "Let's do this." She said with a grin. Luna had no clue what was going on. Were they training or hunting? She never knew what they were up to. ψ  Her Master took off at a gallop forcing her to keep up with him with her werewolf super-speed. They spotted a couple of vampires and untied her, ordering her to go after them and kill them. Using the prod, he shoved her and zapped her. She yelped and ran off to do what she was told to do and came back with the head of the two vampires in her jaws. Her Master and Mistress praised her and fed her a good dinner and allowed her to sleep on a mattress with a blanket, at the foot of their bed. ψ  Many years passed and they had her trained well enough that they didn't use the prod unless they had too. Today though, it was March 13th, the last day she would see her humans and gain her freedom. But before that. They had planned a hunt the night before. They all went to bed that night. Her Master locked her back outside in the cage, weakening her slightly, starving her so she had the urge to hunt and kill the supernaturals they wanted her to kill. The next morning she waited for them to come out, in her wolf form. Ready for the hunt, she licked her jaws, as her owners came out and let her out of the cage. ψ  She followed her Mistress to her horse, but at the whistle of her Master, she moved over to his side. A flash of four being caught her attention, and she curled her lips in a snarl and let out a growl of hatred. As she waited for the go-ahead. Her Master gave a sharp whistle and she sprang after the four beings. Two split off and she took off as she heard the hoof-beats of the horse take off after the other two. She cornered one of the vampires and launched herself at him and tore his throat open and off his shoulders with her fangs. The other one attacked her from behind, but being small, she slipped out and leaped onto it's back, ripping the back of his neck open and then stabbing them with a piece of wood. She heard screams in the distance as she watched the two vampires disappear into nothing. Ψ Hearing the screams she pelted off towards them with her wolf speed. The two vampires are gone, but her owners are lying in a pool of blood. She inched towards them slowly, her eyes and ears alert for danger, as she approached. When in-front of them they spoke in choking gasps as they set her free. Before they took their last breaths. Luna bowed her head to them, and then shifted to her human form. Scars littered her body as she stood naked, before the now dead corpses. She thought about burying them, but then she turned away and left them in their pool of blood. ψ  Luna was now free and was able to do what she wanted now. She decided to gather clothes and other items to go to America, and start a new life for herself. She would stow away on a ship and stay on it until they came to New Orleans, Louisiana. She got off and made her way to the nearest woods and shifted to her wolf form and ran around for a while, until she fell asleep from exhaustion. The next day, she decided that now she was free she would do whatever she wanted. ψ  Over the next few years she lived in the woods and slowly began to blend in with the humans. As she began to travel around in the City of New Orleans. She even began to work as a bounty and Supernatural huntress. She loves her life now and is always looking for another hunting job.

Basic Informationψ  Full Name ~ Luna Amara Pantazi ψ  Name Pronounced ~ Luna (Loo-Nah) | Amara (Ah-Mar-ra) | Pantazi (Pan-ta-zee)ψ  Name Meanings ~ Luna (Roman Origin = The Moon), Amara (Latin Origin = Everlasting), Pantazi (Greek Origin = May you live forever) ψ  Nicknames ~ LuLu (By Everyone), Lunatic (By enemies and people who think she is crazy), Luna Love (By her Owners and those she has fallen in love with), Wolf Pup, Little Wolf, Lunatic Wolf (By her Owners).ψ  Species ~ Werewolf (Triggered)ψ Birthday ~ 7th Century AD (Precise Birthday unknown)ψ  Age ~ Over 1,0000 Centuries Oldψ  Occupation ~ Ex-pet to Selene & Alexander Niklous, Seeking Pack/Adopted Fam, Supernatural Huntress of evil Creatures who harm others.ψ Sexual Orientation: Bisexual | Submissive | Into Guys and Girls. | Multi-ship | Relationship Informationψ  Father ~ Mr. Pantazi (Alive - Unknown Where-abouts.)ψ  Mother ~ Mrs. Pantazi (Alive - Unknown Where-abouts.)ψ  Previous Master and Mistress ~ Unknown Couple (Dead - Unknown reasons.) & Selene & Alexander Niklous (Dead - Killed by vampires while hunting them.)ψ  Pack ~ None (Seeking One)Personality Informationψ Luna is a submissive pup who would do whatever anyone says, though she is learning to stand up for herself and make choices on her own. She can be very protective of those she deems as friends and or family. She will hunt down any bad criminal or supernatural who poses a threat in whatever town she is in and kill them. She had no sense of human justice and is learning with the help of humans she interacts with in learning their ways.Appearance Informationψ Luna as a human is 5'5" tall, brown hair and green eyes. She is slim and fit, much like most female werewolves of her family. As a wolf she is small (The size of a wolf pup), grey fur, and red eyes. She has scars all over her body in both forms from beatings with whips and other objects from her slave life centuries ago.Biographyψ   Luna Amara Pantazi of Athens, Greece, was born in the 7th Century AD, to two werewolves who served a human household as their slaves. Her parents had been captured during a war raid in a nearby village and taken captive. Their owners weren't nice. They would starve, beat and torture them, anytime and any way they wanted. Luna was the product of a forced rape, between her parents who were forced to mate by their owners. Once Luna was born, her father was sold off and her mother was heartbroken and forced to work.ψ  Nine months later Luna was born. She was taken care of by nursemaids alongside her Mistress's children until she was eight years old. Luna was then sold off to Selene and Alexander Niklous where she was constantly abused and raped over and over again, chained down with silver and so much more. Once Luna turned 18, she learned the truth about them. They were hunters of Supernatural's. They had bought Luna so they could experiment and use her to hunt down others for them. They had her kill an innocent human so she would trigger her wolf side. ψ  Over the next few years, she would help them hunt and kill supernatural's. Every day, she regretted it, knowing some didn't deserve it, but she had no choice. Luna would hunt on the idea that she would be allowed to eat and have a bed at night to sleep in if she was obedient and did as she was told. Disobedience was met with no food, locked either outside in a cage made of silver or locked in a cell under the house. Either way Luna was starved and beaten, tortured until she either bled to near death or weakened due to other forms of torture, until they decided to let her out. ψ  Centuries would pass and her owners soon died, having been killed by Supernatural's one day, as they had ordered her to track down two others, as they themselves went after another two. When Luna returned to their side they were bleeding out and dying. The brown-haired girl reached them and tried to heal them, but they were too far gone. At their deathbed, they set Luna free. She left them to be eaten by the animals and gathered what stuff she could find and put some clothes on. Once she had everything she needed, Luna left her owner's house and walked for miles, until she reached a boat and stowed away on it.ψ  Months later, the boat reached the US. Where she had no clue where to go or what to do. As soon as she was able to get off the boat, she ran into the woods to be alone, not knowing where she was and not really sure what to do. Luna was scared. She shifted to her wolf form, a small puppy-sized grey wolf with red eyes. She ran around the woods, letting all the pent-up energies out of her. Luna would eventually lie down in a pile of fallen leaves and think of her next move. ψ  She eventually decided that she would live however she wanted. Luna had no pack, no family, no one to care for her, so she was on her own. Luna stole and killed to live. Venturing into the nearby city to scavenge through trash or when She felt like it, she would hunt rats and other animals in the alleyways, while humans slept. Luna didn't know anything about wolf packs, vampires, or witches, but she would soon find out though. From then on, her life was different. ψ  Luna would meet other supernatural's and her instinct to kill them almost wins over. But she had to remind herself that not all are bad and that some deserve at least three before she ends their lives. She finds herself working with human supernatural hunters and supernatural's alike. She also knew that if she was going to be around humans, she needed to fit in with them, so after much thinking Luna decided to work as a Bounty Hunter, bar-tender, and work her way into a biker club.    Notesψ  Luna seeks a family of her own someday, but for now, she must learn to survive and learn to be her own person. If a pack or a family wants her, they will find her and ask. For now, until then, Luna will live for herself, and enjoy the freedom that was given.ψ  That doesn't mean that Luna won't find herself in bad situations, she knew that those would happen no matter what. She must take each day at a time. Hope for the best.ψ  Luna is able to speak human in her wolf form and understand humans as well.ψ She has scars all over her body in both forms from beatings with whips and other objects from her slave life centuries ago. ψ Luna is known as the werewolf pup huntress that hunts other supers. Most only see her in her wolf form and have no clue what she looks like in her human form.

one. mature audiences only. absolutely not asmüt page. two. no stealing. that is incrediblyfoolish. three. no imitating slash copying slashharming me to make yourself feel slash seemmore desirable.✨️ four. i am under no obligationto speak to you if i don't wanna. five. para tomulti-para is my thing. novella for publications. six. themes vary. just whatever compliments ourconnection. pretty flexible writer. seven. stay ic.it's simple really. i like to keep things simple.absolutely no ooc drama please. ooccommunications should be limited to plot discussionsand activity notices. eight. nothing personal, but iprobably won't join your rpg. i'm a 1x1 writer. overwhelming me with social interaction won't getyou anywhere with me except on my avoid at all costslist. nine. literacy is important. chemistry is key. storytelling is really the only way to engage with me. ten. this is a single ship account and roma is straight. eleven. i'll trigger you and the universe will trip you outif you come at me with sketchy vibes. just a heads-up. ☺️ 

 he would have laid down every man woman and child for miles and miles to bring her back. he would have slaughtered the entire congregation of the supposed devout. hung them by their necks, their ankles. . . he could have gladly watched thousands of their deaths, to take back from having to witness the person he loved most in this world, the person he was vowed by god himself to protect. his baby sister. if there was a god, he was going to make him answer. if there was a god, he must pay. for now, holy men would do. his father, “the father.” the man responsible. a self-taught contractor, he built the poor homes, housing them, in a compound like society. . . a preacher, before. kane could see all the signs now, as he looked back. how one thing led to the next. . and by the end, churches, with gold and gems and riches burrowing down deep into the basements and secret entrances. a vast sprawling compound (his family had the largest house of course) brother abel. brother kane. sister abigail. and of course, the mother. but the mother was long gone. . . part of the church’s story now. how the father had to carry on and take care of his family without his lovely wife who seemed to have been keeping it all together. there was truth in that. this would never have happened if she was here. it made his father bitter. he changed the day she died, and nothing kane could say or do changed that glint in his eyes. he knew it all too well for now it became a part of him.  are the sins of the father passed down to the son? you see, abigail was the sweetest little girl. all heart, his heart. born with a condition that made her “special” in the eyes of the lord. socially inept, yet somehow she was the shining star, full of smiles and delicacy. the lead singer in the choir, an angelic voice. . the church had been capitalizing off of this since she was no more than 9, religious music, of course. she never had much of a choice, and it was something she loved to do regardless. she had no idea how much profit it brought. .  he remembered when she was a girl. . and she hated most everyone, but him; of course. she had always been soft on kane. how she had grown. . until of course, her lifeline; their mother met her untimely demise. rumor had it that their father’s men had caught her in lascivious acts in and around church grounds with multiple boys in and around her age.. the father did not take this kindly. . . she was impure, a sinner, she must be purged of her demons, he would chant it in the night. About how he always knew something was off with her, how that storm had raged the night of her birth, the one he had forgotten about, and his father could never stop speaking of. spouting off at his mouth, that snake oil salesman’s charm. he had watched him break people. truly break them, mind, body, and soul. He had all his fathers gifts. he would never use them for this. he would rather sully himself in every way imaginable instead until he had no humanity left. . but in truth, kane knew. he hated her because she was special. he hated her because she made him look bad. he hated her because she made him feel weak, and to sacrifice his own daughter, amongst these men, women, and children? exorcism was an easy option. rid the demons by fire. if the child survives the flame, the child was never guilty. so they said. so they prayed, in incantation over a crowd of onlookers he once called brothers, friends, lovers. respected men and woman of a prestigious community built on the foundation of the bible was almost too comfortable as they stood idly by. the ringing of the chains binding his hands and ankles in the back of the large crowd, up high where the peasants couldn’t get to still haunted him, as did the men who wielded his chains, two “brothers” he had grown up with his entire life. they held him bound and made him watch. all because of the night prior, when his brother abel had come to visit him at the farm. telling him of the plans, of what was to happen, of why it needed to happen, and why he needed to go along. how she would be okay, father would never take it that far. it was just a show. there were no words he had for him. this had been building for months, and no matter what he told him, no matter the measures he tried to set in place to halt the charade before it started, his brother had been a thorn in his side the entire way. spoiling meetings, stealing intel, serving justice in the form of cells to the men and women who chose to follow him, who could see the path they were being set on without their choice. the blood splattered through the barn that night, his, abel’s, a cacophony of violence filling the air. chaotic screams and screeches from the horses, cows, and sheep followed as they were used as barriers and brigades. obstacles in a war between kin. blood was spilled on both sides, until both men could barely stand. as a party of his father’s men’s filtered through, abel had kane in a full choke, life slowly leaving his flesh to the ethereal plane as he fumbled behind him desperately. calloused palm clutched around a large rock, nearly slipping his grip from the blood flowing across his palm; squeezing as tight as his shaking tendrils would allow. it met his brother’s skull with a crunch as he dropped to the side like life had never been in his body, head first. he heard his skull crack. it was not of this earth, almost comical the sound it made. bone chilling. . the feeling however. . . to take a life. . . was something that would haunt him until the end of his days.. he never truly made it far, choosing to knock himself out by proxy, fighting hard; yet all he remembered was a stick to the back of the head, and his lights went out. Light was not something he’d thought he’d ever see again, but indeed, it shined through the vast plains that seemed to stretch as far as the eyes could see.. civilization no where in sight. water, food, shelter. it took him 8 days to find human beings. the longest 8 days of his life.  haunted by dreams of a past, he had been raised up by his father to be a shining beacon of what it was to be holy, yet he’d never fit the part. snoozing through bible lessons, and found himself engaged in all of the activity his sister was murdered for. F***ing church girls in the priest’s chambers below, he had keys to everything, nothing was off limits to him. sneaking so much wine off the reservation his father had threatened to take his tongue for he’d no longer have the taste for it. stealing from the church since he was a boy, stashing his prize in buried caches around the grounds. A taste for sinning knew no bounds, almost like he was pushing back, rejecting the ideals he knew to be folly. by the time he was 21 he’d built up a back-room poker game that resulted in a heavy pocket. it was his place, he was the holy son, it was nothing but a playground for a young man growing into himself. laying claim over it before he left,and many fought behind his lead, most captured, some dead. years later, the jesuit is on a mission to slaughter all that is sacred. knowing it will all end in the revered lands where his father still triumphs.  in the present day — kane is capturing clerics, priests, holy men of all kinds. women and children remain untouched by his violent dealings through the many religious towns bordering his father’s “compound” cult, many of which deciding to take up residence with his people instead, some being raised as sons, and daughters anew. his intention for this to end at the finish line. . . where he may find his own peace, and for them to carry on without him in the aftermath. all who would choose to follow must accept that religion was no longer a part of his order, and in fact, the cause of all the pain and violence they’ve found themselves subject to.  the holiest men do the wickedest things, all in the name of a god they pretend to know. they preach the bible, how to follow, how to become a sheep. believe in the cause, or you are forsaken. believe in the cause, or you are forsaken of your rights to humanity. live in line, not a step out of place. for that, they take. and when you realize all they are doing is the taking. . giving with the one hand, and hoarding control of your life with the other. follow or perish in hell’s scorching blaze. repent or fall. and pay a tax. you have to pay the tax. . . but where does the money go? where do the sinners go?- - - - - - - - -  writer is multi-ship, ships with chemistry, and writes across multiple timelines, sometimes shifting backstory/plot on it's head. open to most crossovers within reason, but willing to stretch and fold to verses, fantasy being top priority, where supernatural elements increase in the story. don't expect much aesthetically from me, i'm more about the writing. discord based where as writing is concerned but can make exceptions : ask for it if you desire.

Sibling SparksSibling Sparkswww.roleplayer.me/1959615Mateo: Benji's first partner in crime and occasional voice of reluctant reason. From riding dirt bikes off makeshift ramps to toilet-papering the principal's house senior year, their brotherly bond was forged in antics that made their patience-of-a-saint mother perpetually question where she went wrong.Yet as wild and fearless as Benji's daredevil influence was on Mateo, his big brother's steadying presence kept him grounded when the spark risked burning too hot. Mateo's self-assured guidance and protectiveness over his little carnal were the trembling scales that balanced Benji's impulsive flames.Only Mateo's firm hand and knowing look could rein in Benji from his most harebrained stunts...most of the time. In Benji's unruliest, most turbulent days, he was the steady spark reminding him that their family bonfire still burned no matter how far he strayed, waiting to welcome the prodigal flame back home.Lucía: From the moment she took her first wail of life, baby Lucía owned every rugged inch of Benji's heart. His former reign as residential terror ended upon meeting his baby sister's bright, inquisitive eyes - now, ensuring she remained his innocent, adored protege became Benji's sole driving force.In Lucía's doting "Benny", the wild child was instantly reborn as the vigilant big brother, source of endless piggyback rides and conspirator in backyard camping adventures. While Mateo mostly shook his head at their rambunctious roughhousing, he always allowed them their sibling alliance of reckless explorers with Benji as self-appointed but fiercely protective leader.As Lucía grew and Benji's flames wandered, he always carried home the sparks of her boundless, infectious joy. No matter how far his spirit drifted, Lucía's vibrant innocence still glowed within him, anchoring his soul to the truth that her wonder at simple delights would forever fuel his fire.   template credit.

Burned BoundariesBurned Boundarieswww.roleplayer.me/1959615The copy room at Ziven Marketing always carried a certain electric charge whenever Daniela Torres stepped inside, sashaying past Benji as if the cramped space brimmed with sexual tension. Her dark eyes would lock onto his, lips quirking devilishly as she brushed against him to grab fresh reams of paper. Daniela’s intoxicating floral perfume made the air thick and heady, sparks practically singeing the air between them.For weeks, that familiar spark smoldered with every lingering glance, every brush of their fingertips as they reached for the same pen during meetings. Daniela’s wedding ring seemed to mock and tempt Benji simultaneously…until the day the flame truly ignited. He still remembered the feverish clash of their lips in the dim stationary closet, her sculpted body arching shamelessly against his as their self-restraint incinerated into ash.What followed was a searing, high-stakes affair conducted in hushed whispers and empty offices after hours. Daniela revealing herself as the wildfire to Benji’s gasoline, their passion raging unchecked for several incandescent weeks. Every tangled knot of limbs and breathless gasp threatened to expose the inferno they could scarcely control.Yet for Benji, no blaze burned quite like the one Daniela stoked in his soul. She consumed his thoughts, his dreams ‐ until the day he watched her slip that golden band back onto her finger with a look of hollow resignation. Her fire had banks it couldn’t transcend. Not this time.In the aftermath, whispers and sidelong glances from colleagues made the marketing bullpen feel like an inescapable pressure cooker. Daniela’s fire no longer warmed, only searing Benji’s skin with its inevitably burned boundaries. He tendered his resignation without a word, knowing he’d never be able to look at that damned copy room without feeling the phantom scorch of their wildfire romance.Daniela had branded him in a way Benji hadn’t foreseen, her lesson scorching into his soul - some fires demanded too unquenchable a price. From then on, he would guard his boundaries with other women as vigilantly as one averts a deadly blaze. Burned once, there would be no more igniting flames where they didn’t belong....   template credit.

Wildfire Embers Wildfire Embers www.roleplayer.me/1959615 When Benji first met Natalia, he knew she'd awaken a wildfire that would blaze through his soul and brand him forever. Even amidst the teeming mass of students on UCLA's campus, her radiant smile and warm whiskey-brown eyes drew him in like the oldest siren song. From that very first study group turned midnight taco truck bender, Benji and Natalia burned ferociously, desperately making up for all the lost time those years they attended the same high school yet ran in separate orbits. Her uninhibited laughter reverberated through the walls of Benji's creaky apartment, mingling with the smoky vestiges of last night's bonfire on the beach. In those hazy, languorous college days, nothing could extinguish their fervent flames. Somewhere between the neon flashes of Hollywood's grungy underground party circuit and Natalia's dreams of settling into a rose petal-strewn bungalow, their searing love branded them as soulmates. They were the wildfire that would never gutter out, trailblazers hellbent on leaving the world singed by their passion. Yet even as Natalia carved her name into his tawny skin with desperate nails, part of Benji's restless soul knew he couldn't simply exist as smoldering embers - at least not yet. He needed to chase the inferno to its ever-shifting horizon, explore new frontiers that would feed the wildfire with fresh oxygen before it dwindled. By the time senior year rolled around, Natalia beaming at him beside the fountains where they first locked eyes, Benji's longing for new horizons began suffocating the cozy spark in her soul. When she accepted that corporate finance job in Boston, teardrops hitting the familiar eagle emblazoned on Benji's faded sweater, he understood their wildfire couldn't withstand the separation. Some loves did better as banked embers, cherished memories to revisit rather than consuming infernos. While Natalia's brilliance inevitably rekindled in the form of her loving husband and children, Benji couldn't resist fanning those glowing embers with wistful reverence. In quiet solitary moments, he'd pull out the faded Polaroids and inhale the last smoky traces of their wildfire - a hazy reminder to appreciate the rare, beautiful times his soul found its searing other half. ..   template credit.

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WARNING: This scene is a little different from all my other ones. Our characters willl be jumping into smut fairly fast. It's basically building their physical desire for each other whereas the emotional one needs to develop. This scene will have a lot of drama and side plots to build their relationship as wel as lots of smut. I also want to say this just in case someone confuses it. All these characters are over 18 despite the setting. And I DO NOT want any sort of non consensual or rape like elements to this scene. Yes, my characters are dominating but forced just does not appeal to me, so please do not try to sneak that in. I think this scene will be very fun, but if it does not appeal, feel free to check my other scenesThe two of them had known each other since they were kids since their families were close friends. They did everything together and used to always say they were going to marry each other once they were older, which everyone else thought was cute. Oh how wrong they were... They were each other's first kiss except it really didn't mean anything at that age because they hardly knew what they were doing. Things changed once they got older and fell into different crowds. He became friends with the wrong people who were not at all happy of how close he was with her. Maybe it was because they wanted a shot with her themselves. But he was still young and stupid and wanted to fit in, so he pushed her away. However, it did not stop there, and he went out of his way to prove that he was not associated with her whenever he could. Rumors surfaced again of how close they were in their past, and it upset him, so he took it out on her and made her life miserable. Jackson had truly lost himself from what he used to be. Their dynamic had turned into something else recently when his way or treating her poorly had turned into him using her as a way of showing who was the top dog. It was rather ironic to think that his way of conveying how little she meant to him was by f***ing her. Unlike words, when sex was as good as it was between them, it could not be faked. It was a form of passion that showed him when he was most vulnerable. The reason their bodies moved so perfectly together was because these motions literally let their feelings flow through them. Yet, this was still somehow him bullying her at least in his naive thoughts. But this also roused the question of why did she let him do this? Did she still see that boy she grew up with? Did she think she could help him? That there was good in him? Or did it just feel that good that she did not want to resist?It was just another day. She was at her locker, gathering her books to get ready for her next class. Jackson was walking down the hall with a few of his friends when he saw her, and he was not the only one. He could already hear the guys start to mumble and chuckle. It did not take a detective to figure out what those little whispers and remarks were about. No matter how much he proved himself, it never seemed to be enough. So why did it even matter to him? Why did he keep trying to prove himself? That was a difficult question to answer. The male rolled his eyes and pushed a few of his so called buds out his way before crossing the hall towards the woman who was always on the receiving end of this dynamic. It happened abruptly. Shutting her locker, he slammed the books out of her hand without a care in the world for her. Jackson pushed her back against the lockers and stepped in close. His large frame keeping her in place. "Did you miss me?" Such a simple question, but that husky voice combined with their current position could make a woman lose her train of thought.  His friends had already turned the corner after laughing, so why did he still continue this act? Why did he always do so?

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So I guess I need these now. I want to be very clear that the RED RULES are the ones that really should get your attention. Which is why they are highlighted in RED. The BLUE RULES are more like notes on sh*t that I think is important. I suck a writing rule lists... sorry.- DISCORD is listed on my page, don't abuse it.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ No OOC Drama. I won't put up with it so just don't.- Adult Content plays a BIG part in my writing, which is why this is your one and only warning when it comes to writing with me. I am over the age of 25 and I've lived some sh*t. Sex, Drugs, Alcohol, and Violence will all be mentioned at some point during ALL of my storylines. If you can't handle it, then please delete me now to save me the headache.- SMUT WILL NOT happen on this account. You want that sh*t go find another girl to get you off.- Online Availability will be at my descretion.- Messages will be where all of my storylines happen because of the level of Adult Content in my writing. Nothing that I write is safe to be seen in my comments section.- Comments are for OOC chit-chat and possible discussions? I haven't really decided on that, but for now comments are where you can reach me while I'm writing replies/starters.- Writing is a passion, not a project, or a job. I am a novella writer. I have put a lot of effort into becoming the writer that I am, specifically 20+ years of roleplay writing to get here. I WILL NOT compromise on my writing just to give you a leg up. If you can't keep up with me that's fine, put in your maximum effort and I'll see it. When it comes to storylines I WILL NOT respond to one-liners or anything less than at least two paragraphs, you have to give me something to work with if you want me to shine.- God-Moding is another thing that I won't put up with. If you don't know what this is, it is basically you taking control of my character and making her do sh*t in your writing that she would never do. DO NOT do this, it will get you automatically DELETED from my page. I write for Ithlinne, I decide how she reacts, behaves and thinks about situations so please don't move her around like a chess piece in your storyline. Let me do my job as her writer.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Yeah, I guess that's the end of the list. Sign em if you want to? I don't really care if you do.