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𝑲𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑹 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑬𝑵
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03/22/2024 10:21 PM
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Banished // Drabble
“Where…where is Thea?” His voice was shaky as his right arm laid across his stomach. The pain coursed through his body as the older blonde haired woman looked at him and then to the younger one. “She’s in her room, Thomas.” She said, Thomas looking at her. “Alex…get your sister.” He said, turning his head to look at the eldest child he and his wife Ella had. “Why?” Alex asked, her voice was cracking as Thomas winced in pain. “Don’t question me. Get your sister….now.” He said, his tone authoritative. Standing to her feet, Alex turned as she made her way swiftly past her youngest siblings, Daniel and Crystal. Ascending up the staircase, her long blonde hair bouncing behind her as she made it to the top landing. A sigh escaped her lips as she crossed the way to the first hallway on the left. The candles in the braziers were lit to help light the corridor. The castle had electricity but the Herman family still wanted somewhat of the ambiance from the medieval times. Standing at the large wooden door, Alex breathed in sharply and held her breath. ”Please forgive me, dear sister.” She whispered as her right hand rapped against the wooden door. Waiting for a moment, the door opened to reveal her sister. She was the only one who stood out the most amongst them. “Thea, father is needing to see you.” She said, wondering what Thea would say. She was the most unpredictable child. After the heartache and trauma she has endured, nobody knew what to expect. “I thought he was on the battlefield?” Thea’s arms crossed at the chest as her long auburn hair cascaded over her shoulders and her back. “He was, but he was injured and he sent me to get you.” Alex said, watching as she could see Thea was trying to read her demeanor. Shaking her head, she stepped over the threshold and into the hallway, closing the door behind her. Making her way past her sister, Thea walked towards the staircase. Wondering what her father was needing, she descended the staircase gracefully. Her left hand glided over the railing as she got to the bottom step. She stepped down and swiftly made her way into the room. Thomas laid there on the chaise lounger as Thea saw Daniel and Crystal with their mother around him. Approaching on the left side of her father she could see he was injured from the fight. Crouching down, she sighed as she reached her hands out to take his left hand in her own, but he pulled his hand away. A small gesture she tried to make. “They want…they want you.” He struggled to say as the court physician was arriving to help. “What?” Thea asked, sitting back as she stood up. “They want you. You’re the reason we are under attack.” Ella said. Her mother. Her own mother was blaming her for this attack. “It’s the Red Queen’s army….cough They want you.” Thomas said, seeing the fear on his daughter’s face. “Surrender to them. They won’t stop until they have you.” Ella said, standing up as she looked at Thea. The anger washed over her face as some of the objects close by began to float into the air. “You’re asking me…” “We’re telling you…” Her eyes went to her father. He wanted her to surrender for the sake of Verrelac. Her own father wanted her to leave. Shaking her head, a laugh escaped her lips. “You honestly want me to just surrender to them?! Hmm?!” She asked, her voice raising as she shook her head. Turning on her heels, Thea walked towards the open doors to the sitting room they occupied. Walking through the doorway, she passed by Alex. Her glaring stare at her sister as she shook her head. “Looks like I won’t be in Verrelac much longer.” Thea said, Alex wondering what her sister meant. Walking over to their parents, Alex raised a brow. “What was that about?” She asked, Ella looking at Alex. “They are here for your sister. It’s the Red Queen’s army and your father told her to surrender to them.” Ella said, Alex’s brows rising. “You’re letting them take her?! It’s like a lamb to the slaughter!” She asked, her arms crossed. “Yes, but we won’t last much longer so I told her to surrender.” Thomas said, coughing as he rolled over to the side in pain. “She will never forgive you for this.” ***** Thea walked out the front gates as she was met with the sounds of metal on metal clashing. The men screamed as some were killed and some were knocked out. Looking around, she sighed. Her arms crossed in a X for a moment and then moved out as the shield she casted as a protection for the castle allowed her to pass through. Walking towards the battlefield as the men stopped. Not expecting to see one of the Herman children on the field. The commander of the Red Queen’s army saw her walking towards them. A smirk painted on his lips. “We wondered if you would show up.” He said, Thea looking at him as she laughed. “I’m here aren’t I?” She asked, looking around. Two of the guards closed in behind her. One of them grabbed her left bicep and the other grabbed her right. “Don’t touch me.” Thea glared, jerking both arms away from them. “Feisty one.” The commander said, pulling the reins as he pulled his black horse around and began leading the men back to the camp. Thea stood there with a growl as she felt a hand on her left arm and she pulled away. “I’m perfectly capable of walking.” She growled, walking ahead of them. A few paces ahead of the two guards behind her, Thea looked around. Observing the area around them. They had come up to the camp as Thea noticed who all was there. The commander and his two lieutenants and then the two guards behind her. The other troops had yet to make their way back to the camp. Stopping in her tracks within the entrance of the camp, the guards came up behind her grabbing her arms. “Move.” The one on the right growled as Thea smirked. Her fingers on her right hand spread as a sphere of fire formed in her hand. Jerking her left arm free, she turned and hit the guards square in the chest with the fire. From the intensity of the heat, his armor began to melt. A scream emitting from him as it grabbed the commander’s attention. “SEIZE HER!” The loud voice roared out from behind as Thea looked back over her right shoulder. Her right hand came up as a burst of energy shot out of her hand towards the two guards near her. They were pushed back off their feet to the ground. The sound of metal against the ground caused Thea to look back to the left. Two of the lieutenants had charged towards her as she smirked. Her left arm came up in a blocking motion, as if holding a shield and the two men stopped. An invisible shield held up in front of her. Knocking the men back, Thea began walking towards the commander. Watching as he dismounted his horse, he grabbed the glaive from the saddle bag, and turned and began walking towards Thea. Tossing the spear towards her, Thea’s left hand raised as the glaive was tossed aside, landing in the grass nearby. Flabbergasted, the commander looked at Thea as she approached him. Drawing the long sword from the sheath on his right hip, he stood at the ready. The emerald cloud of smoke appeared in front of him. It began to engulf him as he was moving around. With his sword held out, he couldn’t see as he waved his sword carefully. Thea appeared behind him as she made a subtle sound to get his attention. Turning on his heels, he was shocked to see her, but as his eyes widened, Thea extended her right hand towards his chest. Her hand went through the side of his armor and to his heart. Grabbing it, a sick yet sadistic smirk pulled at her lips as he took note of it. “Your Queen will regret sending her army to Verrelac.” She said, her tone deep and with a sense of darkness. Eyes widened, a look of fear and fright was on his face as Thea squeezed his heart within his chest cavity. “I could control you, but where would be the fun in that? I could kill you right here but your queen wouldn’t know what happened.” Thea said, ripping his heart out, holding it within her hand. “Please, I have a family.” He begged. Looking at the heart in her hand, she gave a firm squeeze as the commander groaned as he fell to his knees before her. He noticed his men standing around with their swords extended, ready to fight. “Stand down!” He demanded, watching as they sheathed their swords. “I have a family too, and yet here you are. Attacking mine which they wanted me to surrender because your queen wants my head.” She said, squatting down beside him. “I could let you go, but what kind of message would that send to the Red Queen, hm? It would show weakness and I am far from weak.” Thea looked into his eyes. Grabbing his chin with her left hand, she looked into his eyes as she squeezed the heart with her right hand. Watching as the light faded from his eyes. The ash from his head being crushed fell out of her hand and blew into the wind as the commander fell to the ground. Standing to her feet, she turned to face the other men who were in charge. All four of them had a look of fear. “You will return to your Queen with his body. Show her how ruthless I can be and that should she send her army back to Verrelac that more blood will be shed.” Thea warned them. Nodding their heads out of fear from the unknown they watched as Thea paced back and forth in front of them. Nodding her head, she turned in front of one of the lieutenant’s, and she smirked. Holding his gaze, she reached her hand into his chest, pulling his heart out. Holding it in her hand, she squeezed it watching as he dropped to his knees and died. “You will return to your kingdom with their bodies. Two bodies are better than two.” Watching as some of the men were retreating, Thea shook her head. Standing up on the highest hill where she had killed the commander and one of the lieutenants, she watched as the soldiers of the Red Queen’s army were beginning to leave. Yet, it felt as though it wasn’t enough. That enough blood had been shed from that army. Taking a deep breath, her eyes closed as her hands went out as her fingers spread. Two spheres of fire formed in her hands as she opened her eyes, throwing them down towards the soldiers. Grabbing their attention, they stopped and looked back at the hill where she stood. “What is she doing?” One of the lieutenants asked, stepping forward. Before he knew it, he was met with a curtain of fire. The scream from Thea filled the air as her arms reached up towards the sky. Her fingers began to turn an amber like color as her hands heated up from the fire she was creating. Like a banshee screaming, Thea shot a curtain of fire down towards the men. They scattered like ants as the fire began to rain down upon them. The anger and the rage fueled her magic. Powerful and strong, the fire began to circle around the soldiers as if like a tornado. She watched as the cone of fire burned the men within it. No more than maybe four hundred men of the army were left. Watching in horror as their comrades were burned. They took this as their queue to leave. Watching as the men began to flee, Thea put her arms down allowing the cone of fire to slowly die out. **** Standing at the gates of the castle, Alex and Ella watched as their soldiers made their way back to the castle. Some were carried in by stretchers and some were carried that were still alive. “Did she surrender?” Ella asked, stopping the captain as he looked down at her. Walking past her without a word spoken, Alex looked at her mother. “If our men are retreating…” Alex’s voice cut off as Ella had a look of horror on her face. Looking out, they both saw a figure in the dust. A figure emerging as they saw it was Thea. Covered in dirt, their eyes widened. “I thought she surrendered to them?!” Alex asked in a loud whisper as she felt her mother’s left hand touch her arm as she turned inwards. “I fear she is too powerful.” Ella said softly. Thea was weak as she struggled to the bridge. The shield had come down as she stumbled forward. She saw her mother and sister, standing there in disbelief. Not thinking Thea could have caused so much….chaos. “And yet you thought I would surrender to them. Showing them weakness. That our kingdom is weak. Well I can surly tell you that I am not weak, mother. Thea walked towards the doors, and into the castle. “You are banished from Verrelac.” “What? What do you mean banished?! I just saved your kingdom from the war!” “Do not question me, Theodora!” “You were the one who told me to surrender! To show that we are weak! And yet if it were not for me your army would have been slaughtered!” “It’s because of you that they came here!” Thea’s eyes widened as her and her father argued in the throne room. Her family stood around. Her mother sat on the throne to the right as her father stood there. Wincing in pain. Alex along with her children stood by as well. Glancing around at her “family”, Thea shook her head. “I am YOUR daughter and yet you treat me like a monster. You act as if I am disposable! That you can get rid of me and use me as you see fit!” Thea shouted. Thomas looked at her as he could sense the air in the room getting heavy. “You’re a disgrace to this family. You have brought nothing but destruction since your return.” He said calmly, turning to return to his throne. Taking a seat, his arms laid upon the arms of the throne, his hands wrapping around the knobs that they rested upon at the end of the arms. “Theodora Herman, I, King Thomas of Verrelac, hereby banish you from Verrelac. Should you step foot inside the kingdom while I live you will be charged with treason against the crown.” he said as he motioned for his guards to get her. Standing there calm, her anger began to build within her tiny frame. The hands of her father’s guards grabbing her upper arms, causing her to jerk her arms free. “I am no daughter of yours. If I were you would not have treated me as such.” Turning on her heels, Thea walked towards the doors of the throne room, stopping halfway to turn back to her father. “You are nothing without me. You wouldn’t have won this war without me. Should you call upon me for help again I will refuse the call.” Thea said, turning her attention to her family members and then back to her parents. Shaking her head, she left the throne room.
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GTA5
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03/22/2024 09:34 PM
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Michaelle
Current mood:
betrayed
Template by ~• Jamie •~ >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Basic Character Info Full nameMICHELLE VICTORIA CROSS GenderFEMALE Age and DOB18/OCTOBER 1st Country of origin and RaceAMERICAN/NATIVE AMERICAN Brief Description Of Character GOTHICDEPRESSED >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Character’s Appearance and Load out Mugshot Outfits Outfit One:GOTHIC Outfit Two:SLUTTY Weaponry KNIVESGUNS >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Properties and Vehicles Owned Apartments 1 in every city through out America that her parents bought her Owned Garages 4 in every American city Owned Companies 1 Owned Gangs 2Ruby Crowsand Monster Killers Owned Land Vehicles 10MotorcyclesCarsVansTrucks Owned Air Vehicles 4Jets Owned Sea Vehicles 6Boats>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Personality Walk StyleLIMPSSKIPSON HER TIPTOES AttitudeSHORT Favorite Music GenreDARK Married? NO Immigrant? ? JobCOMPANY OWNER BackstoryN/AUNSURE>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
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GTA5
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03/22/2024 09:33 PM
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RP INFO
RP INFO RP INFORULES: Be nice ooc Be patient Ask if you can play your oc and send my their link because I MIGHT allow you to if they interest me Be able to play dom because I only sub Don't ask me to play a cc because I only play my ocs Be able to keep up with my length put in the password so I know you read all of this NO SPANKING ROTTMNT Leo and Donnie singing - Follow The Leader (AI Cover) - YouTube ROLEPLAY LITESEMI LITE 4-5+ LINES 1+ PARAGRAPH NO EXAMPLES YET Donnie ROTTMNT AI cover: Stitches by Shawn Mendes - YouTubeKINKSHUGE D*CKS 2+ D*CKS IN THE SAME HOLE EAR AND EYE SEX RAPE/FORCEFUL SEX GORE PAIN The Heat [ROTTMNT Donatello AMV] - YouTube TRIGGERSFEET SH*T PISS BIG BREASTS PREGNECY DEATH Donnie | Right now | ROTTMNT AMV - YouTube MUSTS CLOTHES ON DURING SEX ROTTMNT Donnie AMV "Break My Body" - YouTube PASSWORDDONNIELOVE
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RickandMorty(ROSE)
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03/22/2024 07:09 PM
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Rose
Current mood:
tired
⇦ { ROSE SANCHEZ } ⇨ ┍━━━━━━━━━━━━━┑ ⊱❲ ALEXA ROSARIO MARIANNA ❳⊰ ┕━━━━━━━━━━━━━┙ ≀Quote≀ "Monsters are hot with their huge d*cks!" ███████████████ ███████████████ ✧ General ✧ Nickname:KIRA Age:60+ Gender:FEMALE Birthday:JULY 3RD 1958 Orientation:BI/ARO ✦ Appearance ✦ Height:4FT Weight:80LBS Hair Color:BLUE Eye Color:BLUE Casual Clothing:DEPENDS Accessories:COLLAR Piercings/Features:EARS ❁ Likes ❁ SWEETS SEX MEN HUGE D*CKS INCEST ✵ Dislikes ✵ RUDE PEOPLE ███████████████ ⌁ Secrets ⌁ Fears:DARKNESS Dreams/Goals:N/A ✩ Favorites ✩ Food:RAMEN Color:BLACK Animal:WOLF Holiday:CHRISTMAS Season:WINTER Music Genre(s):ALL ═══╡BACKSTORY╞═══ { Rose is the twin sister of Rick and do to an illness she had from birth she died in her early 20s but unknown the Rick and Morty community Ricks created clones of Rose so if she died of the illness her memories could be transferred to the clone which they were nor did the communityknows that Rose died } ═══════════════ ▁▂▃▄▇Template▇▄▃▂▁ by RickTacular ▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁
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RickandMorty(ROSE)
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03/22/2024 06:50 PM
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RP INFO
RP INFO RP INFORULES: Be nice ooc Be patient Ask if you can play your oc and send my their link because I MIGHT allow you to if they interest me Be able to play dom because I only sub Don't ask me to play a cc because I only play my ocs Be able to keep up with my length put in the password so I know you read all of this NO SPANKING ROTTMNT Leo and Donnie singing - Follow The Leader (AI Cover) - YouTube ROLEPLAY LITESEMI LITE 4-5+ LINES 1+ PARAGRAPH NO EXAMPLES YET Donnie ROTTMNT AI cover: Stitches by Shawn Mendes - YouTubeKINKSHUGE D*CKS 2+ D*CKS IN THE SAME HOLE EAR AND EYE SEX RAPE/FORCEFUL SEX GORE PAIN The Heat [ROTTMNT Donatello AMV] - YouTube TRIGGERSFEET SH*T PISS BIG BREASTS PREGNECY DEATH Donnie | Right now | ROTTMNT AMV - YouTube MUSTS CLOTHES ON DURING SEX ROTTMNT Donnie AMV "Break My Body" - YouTube PASSWORDDONNIELOVE
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♔ яσуαℓ вιт¢н ♡
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03/22/2024 06:20 PM
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Regina & Queenie
"Take her away.. and hurry her along... the stench of peasant is overwhelming." Said the Queen in a disgusted tone. Right now she was in control, Regina's consciousness was taking more of a backseat at the moment. "The smell isn't so bad. Why must you say things like that?" Regina asked, looking at her twin. All of this of course taking place in the faction of a few seconds and in her own mind. "We shouldn't do this. She probably doesn't know where Snow White is anyway. What would killing her accomplish?" Regina protested though her darker side kept hold.The young peasant woman shouted out how she felt sorry for the Queen, that she pitied her, that if she had someone to look out for, to love she wouldn't do this, she'd understand.Moving closer to the peasant woman the Queen smirked. "You know nothing of what I understand. Everything I do has a purpose. She dies, tomorrow. And each day another subject of mine will die until someone delivers Snow White to me, alive."The peasant girl was ushered off by the knights. Regina looked away, overcome with guilt. If it were only her, she wasn't sure she could do such a thing. Filled with doubt about what had just happened the Queen took Regina's hand and smiled confidently. "Let's go dear. We should get back to the castle."Regina far too weak at this moment to argue only nodded and was led away by her twin. Of course, Regina and the Queen were the same person, one person, one body. But two very different minds. Regina was gentle, kind, level headed. The Queen was brutal, direct, and hot headed. Together they made one very interesting person. template credit.
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MIST
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03/22/2024 12:26 PM
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Jumpy?
Are you tired of the jump-jump of this site? I know I am! Now quit complaining that you cannot join, because you are addicted to drama. We are a drama-free group, and, be glad for this, Daichi would have murdered you(r) character if you had let him live! Now, do you understand? I am Mayumi, and I am his mother, and you will not survive if I have to do things the way he did them!This is only a warning. He gave none, I am giving one. Okay?-M.
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rules, triggers, warnings, behavior
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𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖈𝖐
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03/22/2024 04:53 AM
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Human Nature - Intro
Human Nature Moonstruck /1874054 Sisters of Quiet Mercy had been a staple in Riverdale for years. It was the clear home for all the wayward souls who sought redemption and a perfect life pleasing to God. Drusilla Keeble was one of those wayward souls. She had arrived in Riverdale as a young girl from England with desperation as her only company. Now 15 years after her arrival, she was a devoted nun living a life wholly pleasing to God.She had been a 15 year old Runaway from a working class neighborhood in London. Arriving in Riverdale, Drusilla had stood on the bridge over Sweetwater River ready to take her own life by jumping into the river itself. She'd been talked down by a nun named Jenny Wilkinson. It had made all the local news events that day. The girl was rescued and brought to the Sisters of Quiet Mercy where she was permitted to stay for as long as she wanted. It wasn't long before Drusilla had been accepted by the community as a beloved member. She'd even taken it unto herself to study to become a nun in her own right.Sister Jenny had been quite proud of how far that the sweet little girl who called her “mum” had come. She'd stood by with tears of pride in her eyes when Drusilla had taken her vows. Pride was technically a sin, but Sister Jenny was so happy that Drusilla had not died that day but had been such a shining example with a life dedicated purely to God. After morning prayers, Drusilla had stood to her feet and humbly approached Sister Jenny. “I heard that it's between you and Sister Agnes to succeed as Mother Superior!” Drusilla was smiling but keeping restrained excitement. Mother Superior was going to retire soon and someone had to take over.Sister Jenny winked at Drusilla. “Whatever the will of God is, let it be so.” She whispered softly.Drusilla left her “mum” there to do her own morning prayers. She held her hands in folded prayer in front of her chest as she walked. She wore the modest black and white of a nun's habit as she exited the chapel. She crossed herself properly as all good girls did as she started the walk toward her room within the Cloister.The secret ballot for all the nuns at the Sisters of Quiet Mercy would be taking place in three days. Perhaps it wasn't very Christian to try and discover for whom the sisters were going to vote. Drusilla couldn't help it. She just had to know! She considered herself Sister Jenny's unofficial campaign manager. Instead of going into her own room, Drusilla headed toward the room of another young nun. This one was younger than Drusilla herself. Surely the girls could have a healthy talk in private.Sister Anna Elizabeth was a beautiful girl with long blonde hair and the most beautiful blue eyes that anyone could have ever seen. She was a novice nun not having taken the vows as of yet. She often sought Drusilla's counsel in various matters all unto her own. The two were friendly. Drusilla had nothing against the girl and the girl was fond of Drusilla. They had had some debates in regard to theology on occasion but there had been nothing malevolent detected on behalf of either girl.Drusilla had gone to see Anna but the girl was nowhere to be found. Drusilla had entered the room and found nothing showing that Anna had even been in her room. After a short search, Drusilla had left Anna's room and made her way to the library to do some reading.~*~Drusilla had spent the better part of the evening doing some research in regard to the election of Mother Superior. A terrifying scream tore through the entire nunnery. The commotion was coming from the direction of Anna's room. Everyone came running to see Anna laying dead in the middle of her room with the word HARLOT written over her head in blood. Anna had been murdered right there in a house of God.It was time to call the Riverdale police department. It was murder most foul and it needed to be solved as soon as possible. Created by Patriot
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InsideJob
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03/21/2024 10:47 PM
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Violet
Current mood:
amused
❝»HORNY MUCH«❞ ••╾{ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ}╼•• ▹ First Name:VIOLET ▹ Middle Name(s):BELLACORN ▹ Last Name:LUCIFER ▹ Nicknames:VIO BELLLUCY ▹ Sex:GIRL ▹ Gender:FEMALE ▹ Pronouns:HER/SHE ▹ Species:ALIEN SHAPE SHIFTER ▹ Race:ALIEN ▹ Nationality:AMERICAN ▹ Hometown:WASHINGTON ▹ D.O.B:10/10/2002 ▸ ▹ Age:21 ▸ ▹ Zodiac:LIBRA ▹ Occupation:CANIGO INC. ▹ Relationship status:SINGLE ••╾{ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ}╼•• ▹ Eye color:DEPENDS ON FORM ▹ Make-up?:N/A ▹ Dimples?:N/A ▹ Freckles?:FRECKLES ▹ Piercings?:EARS ▹ Natural Hair Color:BLACK ▸ ▹ Dyed Color?:DEPENDS ON FOR ▹ Hair Length:8FY ▸ ▹ Wavy/straight?:DEPENDS ▸ ▹ Usual style:UP TO LOOK LIKE IT IS EXTREMELY SHORT ▹ Body type:PETITE ▹ Skin tone:DEPENDS ON FORM ▹ Is body flaunted?:DEPENDS ON FORM ▹ Tattoos?:N/A ▹ Birthmarks?:DEPENDS ON FORM ▹ Significant Scars?:COVERING HER BODY ••╾{ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ}╼•• ▹ Type:DARK ▹ Alignment:CHOATICALLY GOOD ▹ Bad Traits:ANXIOUS ×DEPRESSED ×ANGRY ×SAD ×BRATTY ×BOSSY ▹ Good traits:HAPPY √NICE √CARING √LOVING √SWEET √PLAYFUL ▹ Confidence:2% ••╾{ʟɪᴋᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs}╼•• ▸ ▹ Likes:MEN •SEX •HUGE D*CKS •RAND •SWEETS •FRUITS ▸ ▹ Dislikes:RUDE PEOPLE ••╾{ᴍɪɴᴅ}╼•• ▹ Pessimistic or Optimistic:OPTIMISTIC ▹ Slow/fast thinker:SLOW ▹ Problem solver?:KINDA ▹ Innocent?:IN SOME STUFF ▹ Morality:N/A ▹ Sanity Level:3 ••╾{sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ}╼•• ▹ Sexual Orientation:BI ▹ Romantic Orientation:ARO/POLY ▹ Preferred Gender?:MALE ▹ Submissive/dominant:SUBMISSIVE ▹ Sexually Outgoing?:VERY VERY VERY MUCH ▹ Virgin?:YEA ▹ First Kiss?:N/A ▹ First Date?:N/A ••╾{ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ}╼•• ▹ Physical Illnesses:ALMOST COMPLETELY BLIND ▹ Mental Illnesses:ANXIETY ▹ Therapist?:BRETT ▹ Addictions:HENTAISEX ▹ Braces/Spreader/Dentures?:N/A ▹ Any baby teeth?:NO ••╾{ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs}╼•• ▹ Mother:UNNAMED ▸ ▹ Deceased/Alive:N/A ▸ ▹ Past/Current Relationship:N/A ▹ Father:UNNAMED ▸ ▹ Deceased/Alive:N/A ▸ ▹ Past/Current Relationship:N/A ▹ Siblings:UNNAED ▸ ▹ Deceased/Alive:N/A ▸ ▹ Past/Current Relationship(s):N/A ▹ Lover:MYC ▸ ▹ Deceased/Alive:ALIVE ▸ ▹ Past/Current Relationship:BFWB ▹ Children:N/A ▸ ▹ Deceased/Alive:N/A ▸ ▹ Past/Current Relationship(s):N/A ▹ Best Friend:ANDRE LEE ▸ ▹ Deceased/Alive:ALIVE ▸ ▹ Past/Current Relationship:BFWB ▹ Enemy:N/A ▸ ▹ Deceased/Alive:N/A ▸ ▹ Past/Current Relationship:N/A ▹ Other Family Member:N/A ▸ ▹ Position:N/A ▸ ▹ Deceased/Alive:N/A ▸ ▹ Past/Current Relationship:N/A ••╾{ǫᴜᴏᴛᴇs}╼•• ▹ ‟HORNY MUCH” ▹ ‟THAT'S GAY!! AND HOT” ▹ ‟I WANT HOT TENTACLE SEX!” ▹ ‟MYC!! ME YOU YOUR TENTACLE D*CKS MY OFFICE NOW!!” ▹ ‟KISS MY ASS!” ••╾{ʜᴀʙɪᴛs}╼•• ▹ Good Habits:CLEANING ▹ Bad Habits:BITING •YELLING AT RANDOM •STABBING •LICKING ▹ Fiddles With Hands?:YES ▹ Makes Noise Randomly?:YES ▹ Taps Toes/Fingers/Pen?:ALL ••╾{sᴛᴀᴛs}╼•• ▹ Intelligence:y ▹ Obedience:3 ▹ Upper Body Strength:4 ▹ Lower Body Strength:3 ▹ Reflexes:8 ▹ Emotional:8 ▹ Leader-like:2 ▹ Energetic:7 ▹ Sneakiness:4 ▹ Speed:8 ▹ Agility:? ••╾{sᴘᴇᴇᴄʜ}╼•• ▹ Known Languages:MOST ▹ Accent:IRISH ▹Speech Problems:SOMETIMES MIX UP LETTERS ▹Other:? ••╾{ғɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ sᴋɪʟʟs}╼•• ▹Fighting Style:BITING ▹ Weaknesses:WEAK ▹ Strength:FAST ▹ Weapon(s):SCYTHE ▹ Amount of time using weapon(s):4 MINUTES ••╾{sᴋɪʟʟs}╼•• •DRAWING •WRITING •DANCING •SINGING •HACKING ••╾{ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ}╼•• ▹ Backstory:N/A ••╾{ғᴇᴀʀs ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʜᴏʙɪᴀs}╼•• •DARKNESS •DEATH •HEIGHTS •KIDS •REGAN
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InsideJob
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03/21/2024 10:44 PM
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RP INFO
RP INFO RP INFORULES: Be nice ooc Be patient Ask if you can play your oc and send my their link because I MIGHT allow you to if they interest me Be able to play dom because I only sub Don't ask me to play a cc because I only play my ocs Be able to keep up with my length put in the password so I know you read all of this NO SPANKING ROTTMNT Leo and Donnie singing - Follow The Leader (AI Cover) - YouTube ROLEPLAY LITESEMI LITE 4-5+ LINES 1+ PARAGRAPH NO EXAMPLES YET Donnie ROTTMNT AI cover: Stitches by Shawn Mendes - YouTubeKINKSHUGE D*CKS 2+ D*CKS IN THE SAME HOLE EAR AND EYE SEX RAPE/FORCEFUL SEX GORE PAIN The Heat [ROTTMNT Donatello AMV] - YouTube TRIGGERSFEET SH*T PISS BIG BREASTS PREGNECY DEATH Donnie | Right now | ROTTMNT AMV - YouTube MUSTS CLOTHES ON DURING SEX ROTTMNT Donnie AMV "Break My Body" - YouTube PASSWORDDONNIELOVE
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ɓuɓɓℓegum *missing*
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03/21/2024 08:32 PM
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MM Finn Mikaelson
Multi-Muse March Finn Mikaelson On the Black Horizon MM Post from @shakeitoff The howling winds blew so intensely that nothing could stand in its wake. The blizzard would never completely stop. The constant barrage of the wind and the show left the landscape battered and scarred. This had been going on without hesitation for centuries. The name of this place was well known among the Mythology of the Norse People. This was Hel.The Judeo-Christian idea of eternal damnation was completely different to the Norse. The abode of the cursed dead in Norse Mythology was a frozen wasteland with no escape. Across this wasteland a male figure wrapped in furs from head to toe began his trek. As soon as one foot broke the snow, the trail behind him was covered. The journey had been taking place practically since the moment he arrived. Death had ensnared him and pulled him kicking and screaming. His siblings had feigned their concern for him as he lay dying. They were all monsters.Even though the man was well over six feet tall, the depth of the snow in this cursed realm made him look small. He wanted to just stand there and let the depravity of the situation just consume him but something kept him going. As long as his life had been, his siblings had kept him under a spell dangling between life and death for centuries. That black horizon was his prison. It was damnation to him. This branch of the Great Tree was no curse. There was actually light here despite the frozen depravity that would have consumed a lesser man. Up ahead was the mouth of a cave. There was a diaphanous light pouring from the mouth of the cave. It was the source of what was calling him there. He kept his eternal trudge forward until the levels of the snow started to taper off into nothing. He broke through finally setting one fur lined foot on solid ground then the other. He walked through the opening of the cave.There was a warmth here that he felt through to his soul. He had not felt love like this since he'd been a child. Finn, oldest son of Mikael, Finn Mikaelson removed the binding from his head and his face allowing for a drink of air. There was a fire burning in here but surely he was alone. He had no idea why he'd been drawn here. He started to move toward the fire when he heard a decidedly feminine voice speaking to him. “Greetings, Finn son of Mikael. I am Freyja, goddess of magic.”He had been born a witch to a witch and a Viking warrior centuries ago. He'd had a sample of what power he could possess until that fateful day that his mother changed them all into monsters because of their father. His magic had been stolen from him and he never forgot it. His precious older sister Freya had also been stolen from him when he was a child. The siblings born after Finn were all monsters, especially the bastard Niklaus who ruled over them all with an iron fist. “What do you want?” Finn called out with a snarl. His existence had been nothing but misery and woe on Midgard. He was fuming silently.“I have come to right the wrongs done to you in your life.” She spoke. His sister who had been named for the goddess had besought her for the return of her beloved brother in the form in which he'd been born centuries prior. “The curse laid upon you before you died has been broken by me after supplication by your beloved sister. I can restore you to life back on Midgard, but only if you wish it.” Returning to life? Could he really be leaving this frozen wasteland to feel the warmth of the sun on his face once more? “Would I be subject to the curse again?” Briefly he was in the body of Vincent Griffith he was a human witch again. The thought of being a witch again in a mortal body actually appealed to him. To be in his own body and to be mortal? “Yes. I want to have what was stolen from me!” He realized something else too. Neither Klaus nor Elijah could send him back to the black horizon again if he was as mortal as Freya.There was an opening that began to form in the cave. In front of that opening was a chariot pulled by two rather large cats. These cats were Freyja's special animals. Finn stepped into her chariot and held on for dear life. When the wheels started to turn, the eldest child of Mikael and Esther smiled. It wouldn't be long now. credit: james kriet
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𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧 ᵂᴬᵀᴱᴿ.
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03/21/2024 06:42 PM
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peach-flavored treats.
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Because we're all beautiful in our own way. home msg cmnt gallery stream bulletins these violent delights In the tranquil morning, as the day stretched luxuriously before me, I stood amidst the rustle of fabric in my room. The sun's rays filtered through the delicate curtains, casting a gentle golden hue. The air was infused with the fragrance of summer, a delicate blend of blooming flowers, and the fresh promise of a new day. With a graceful touch, I browsed through my wardrobe, and my hand instinctively landed on the white sundress. The fabric felt soft and comfortable; it seemed to vibrate with the spirit of the summer days ahead. I lifted the dress from its hanger and held it for a moment, admiring how it seemed to capture the light and turn the simple fabric into something ethereal. With a gentle motion, I slipped it over my head, feeling the cool touch of the cloth as it fell into place around me. It settled with a soft rustle, the skirt swirling around my legs and the top clinging just right. This dress was more than just fabric and thread; it was a whisper of every joyful summer memory, a canvas for the day's potential joys.Turning to the mirror, I saw the transformation unfold. The dress clung to my body in a soft embrace, its fabric catching every breath of air, making it dance and sway with a life of its own. It was as if I had donned not just but the very essence of summer itself. My reflection showed a girl poised on the brink of something wonderful, the anticipation of the unknown sparkling in her eyes.At the vanity, I applied my makeup with a delicate hand, each stroke a tribute to the day's subtle beauty. Mascara darkened my lashes, giving depth to my gaze and turning my eyes into pools of unspoken thoughts. A touch of blush brought a gentle flush to my cheeks, mimicking nature's playful tease. The final stroke of pink lip gloss caught the light, a soft promise of sweet words and laughter.As I moved from the sanctity of my room, the world seemed to hold its breath, the familiar sounds of the house hushed in reverence to the moment. Stepping into the shared space, I found Conrad, the air between us thick with the weight of days past and words unspoken. His gaze found mine, and in that suspended slice of time, the world faded to a mere backdrop."You look nice," he said, his words cutting through the layers of silence. Simple yet laden with meaning, his voice was a tentative bridge, a fragile offering extended across the chasm of our shared hesitations.The flutter in my heart was unexpected, a gentle turbulence that stirred the depths of my soul. His gaze reflected my uncertainties, a shared vulnerability laid bare. Yet within that vulnerability was a spark, a glimmer of something indefinable that refused to be quenched by time or distance.My response, a whispered "thanks," felt like a key turned in a long-locked door. This exchange's significance hung heavy in the air.The memory of the peach stand lingered vividly in my mind. It was nothing more than a makeshift setup on the side of the road: a couple of wooden crates overflowing with ripe peaches, their sweet fragrance hanging heavy in the air, and a small sign instructing customers to leave their money in a container. I remember placing a dollar in the jar, the metal cool and slightly rusty against my fingers. I needed more exact change but felt content with my contribution.Conrad's refusal to partake in the peach-tasting had taken me by surprise. "Nah, I'm allergic to peaches," he had said with a casual shrug, a revelation that sparked my curiosity and disbelief. "Since when?" I pressed, recalling instances where he had indulged in peach-flavored treats. His admission of an allergic reaction, albeit mild, puzzled me, yet it did little to dampen my enthusiasm for the fruit in my hand.The peach was a marvel of nature, perfectly ripe, its skin yielding slightly under the gentlest pressure from my fingers. Closing my eyes, I inhaled deeply, the sweet, heady aroma enveloping me, transporting me to a place of pure sensory delight. As I bit into the fruit, its nectar burst forth, cascading down my chin and staining my fingers with its sticky sweetness. The experience was all-encompassing, a symphony of taste, scent, and the vivid hues of a sunset captured in the flesh of the peach.Conrad's unexpected gesture of purchasing another peach for me challenged me to replicate the perfection of the first. The second peach, devoured in mere bites, was equally sublime, its flavors a testament to the idyllic summer day. Conrad's inquiry into its taste was met with my affirmation; a moment shared between us that felt surprisingly intimate.The intimacy deepened unexpectedly when he reached out to wipe the remnants of peach juice from my chin with his shirt. The act, simple in its kindness, was laden with an unspoken tenderness that left me reeling, light-headed, and unsteady. It was a fleeting connection, marked by the intensity of his gaze, a look that seemed to pierce through to my very soul before he averted his eyes, perhaps overwhelmed by the moment or the brightness of the day. Turn itself back to re-behold the passWhich never yet a living person left
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Dusty
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03/21/2024 05:06 PM
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Owes list
I owe you:Warren Dupont S {3/21/2024}Ryan Andrews R {3/17/2024}Here You owe me Here Here Here updated on March 22nd, 2024
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VoltronLegendaryDefenders
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03/21/2024 02:55 PM
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RP INFO
RULES Be nice ooc Be patient Ask if you can play your oc and send my their link because I MIGHT allow you to if they interest me Be able to play dom because I only sub Don't ask me to play a cc because I only play my ocs Be able to keep up with my length put in the password so I know you read all of this NO SPANKING If I Could Tell Her || Klance - YouTube ROLEPLAY LITE SEMI LITE 4-5+ LINES 1+ PARAGRAPH NO EXAMPLES YET 🏳️🌈Klance {AMV} Give your heart a break 🏳️🌈 - YouTube KINKS HUGE D*CKS 2+ D*CKS IN THE SAME HOLE EAR AND EYE SEX RAPE/FORCEFUL SEX GORE PAIN If I Had You ~ Voltron Klance AMV - YouTube TRIGGERS FEET SH*T PISS BIG BREASTS PREGNECY DEATH ♫ Symphony ♫ (A Keith & Lance / Klance Animatic) - YouTube MUSTS CLOTHES ON DURING SEX Klance-Guillotine - YouTube PASSWORD QUIZNAK
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Viktor {Ember’s Flame}
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03/21/2024 01:42 PM
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Rules of the Court
There will be rules for any characters roleplaying with Viktor. If you cannot abide by them, that is okay. There are others you can roleplay with. There is no bartering when it comes to these rules. This profile is here for roleplay. There will be no OOC drama. Anyone tries to start anything then they will be blocked. Fact. I will only roleplay with people that are over 18 years old and above. If any characters are child characters then that is fine. There will be nothing inappropriate with children whatsoever. If anyone tries anything inappropriate, that person will be blocked. If any false accusations are made against me, they will be blocked. I refuse to deal with any of that at all. I come here because I have a passion for writing. I would hope all those I roleplay with have the same. There will be no smut accounts accepted. No pre-made starters accepted. While the initial writing is good...it shows in the moment that the person is not fully committed to the storyline they are involved in. If you cannot handle a little extra time to make an original starter or reply, that is fine. Go elsewhere. Paragraph or higher. I would rather someone take extra time to add to the replies. One-liners and semi-paragraphs are not accepted. Mistakes happen. That is fine. What I ask for is effort. If improvement is not seen over time then it shows that there is not care put into the writing. If someone doesn't care about the quality of their writing then why should I? Go over your grammar during your writing. It is difficult for the brain to take in run on sentences or to take on proper meaning of the writing. Viktor is a single love interest character. Simple to remember. No need to try and bed him. You wanna flirt then flirt but don't expect him to be pinning you to the wall. Once his mind is made up, he is loyal to who he is with. Please sign these rules after reading. If there is not something acknowladging you've read it, I will not roleplay with you. Just make sure you are truthful. Have integrity with this. These are not difficult to follow. Enjoy.
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