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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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🐆 Werecheetah
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03/22/2024 12:19 PM
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Mains & Connections
list of relationships. mains and connections! Page Updated on: 3/23/2024 ∗ ∗ ∗ » Username - Name» Type of Relationship:» Profile Link: Link» Summary of Relationship: ∗ ∗ ∗» Username - Name» Type of Relationship:» Profile Link: Link» Summary of Relationship: ∗ ∗ ∗ template credit .
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🐆 Werecheetah
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03/22/2024 12:07 PM
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Thread Tracker
Owes & Dues THREAD TRACKER Updated on: 3/22/2024. ∗ ∗ ∗ S̶t̶r̶i̶k̶e̶t̶h̶r̶o̶u̶g̶h̶ = DroppedBold = I repliedItalics = Waiting OnUnderlined = Finished ∗ ∗ ∗Plotting With:= Marisol =∗ ∗ ∗I Owe You:= Saving Stiles » [000 Words Total] » Link » (3/2?/2024) » {Adelina ends up saving Stiles Stilinski.} = ∗ ∗ ∗You Owe Me:= None = ∗ ∗ ∗Solos:= Drabble # 1 🐆 Bitten » [871 Words Total] » Link » (3/21/2024) » {Adelina was kidnapped by Deucalion "The Alpha of Alphas", bitten and then released.} == Drabble # 2 🐆 My First Shift! » [896 Words Total] » Link » [896 Words Total] (3/23/2024) » {Adelina shifts to a were-cheetah for the first time.} = ∗ ∗ ∗ template credit .
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🐆 Werecheetah
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03/21/2024 11:01 PM
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Drabble # 1 🐆 I was Bitten!
Drabble # 1 I WAS BITTEN! ADELINA ILENE BEAUMONT. ∗ ∗ ∗Speaking Color = #c6ba8b (Soft Hazel)Main Color Code: #DDAA36 (American Gold)∗ ∗ ∗The streets where empty save for the cars that lined the side of the road. Adelina looked up and down both sides of the street, and sighed as she saw a spot that she could squeeze into - between two semi-trucks. But would it be safe? She knew the dangers of large semi-trucks vs small cars. It always ended badly. But from where she sat - it was her only option. With a groan, she steered her car and slowly inched her way in between the much bigger vehicles. She went back and forth a few times, to get the red hummer, into the space, leaving each truck a small space to back up or move forward. ∗ ∗ ∗Once the car was parked, Adelina turned it off and grabbed her purse and her keys, then climbed out of the vehicle. She turned around and closed her door. She locked it up and was preparing to turn around when she felt strong arms wrap around her waist and another with a cloth on her face. She struggled to get free, but whatever stuff was on the cloth, made her faint, or fall asleep. ∗ ∗ ∗She couldn't remember anything, after that.∗ ∗ ∗When she awoke she was in a room with metal rails all around her. Her hands and feet where tied behind her against a metal pole. The faint voice of a female and male talking across from her barely reached her ears. It was too low for her to pick up. ∗ ∗ ∗The voices stopped and then the creaking of a door opened. The sound of a cane hitting the floor, reached her ears, a man and a woman appeared before her, the guy holding the cane, wore sunglasses, even though the place was dark."Do you know where you are?" He asked her in a soft and soothing voice."N-o n-o." She stammered in a low and scared trembling voice."Good." The man said as he lifted his glasses off, revealing his red wolf eyes to her.He lunged forward and bit into her neck, without mercy, and then released her. He had the woman untie her, and then she was shoved out of the room to the outdoors. ∗ ∗ ∗Adelina, didn't know what had happened, nor what was really going on. The only thing she knew was that she needed help. She thought of the only place, that could at the moment. The Animal Clinic. Sure it wasn't the Hospital, but it was the next best thing. ∗ ∗ ∗She ran for miles, pressing her right hand on her neck wound, trying to stop the bleeding, as she made her way in what she hoped was the clinic. ∗ ∗ ∗Hours later, it was nearing dawn by the time she finally came into the town and showed up at the door of the clinic. Seeing her wounded, Dr. Deaton, helped her inside and began to help with the wound. ∗ ∗ ∗By now she had lost alot of blood, and was barely able to tell him what had happened before passing out on the table. When she awoke, hours later, she heard voices and she jolted upright in fear. She clung to the table with her hands, gripping it tightly that her skin dug into it. ∗ ∗ ∗"Your alright, take it easy. Your safe now." A young male voice sounded beside her, and got louder as he walked up to her and gently grabbed her by the shoulder and looked at her. ∗ ∗ ∗Then Deaton came over and began to check her out. "She will be fine Scott. She is just scared." He told the younger person. ∗ ∗ ∗"I know. But we do need to know who did this too, and figure out what she is - if she even is something other than immune." Scott said as he looked at her and asked. "What do you remember?" His voice was soft and calm. ∗ ∗ ∗Adelina swallowed painfully and looked from Deaton to Scott. She finally kept her gaze on the younger. "I believe his name was De-cal-ian?" She replied uncertainty etched in her voice. "I woke up in a metal ring-like area, and he with a woman came in. He then bite me, then released me. I ran all the way here." She tells him. "I was on my way home, had parked and was getting my car locked up, when I was grabbed." She recounted what she could remember. "After that I was out, until I woke up there." ∗ ∗ ∗Scott looked at them both and silently nodded his head to Deaton, who replied by leaving the two alone. "There is something you should know." He tells her as he bends his head and then lifts them up to reveal his werewolf eyes. ∗ ∗ ∗"All the legends are true. There are were-creatures, living here in Beacon Hills. I believe that you are now one as well. You were bitten by an Alpha werewolf. That doesn't mean you will become one, you may end up being a different species altogether." He replies as he smiles at her. "But for now, until the full moon, you are human and will have people to help you through the change, when the time comes." He offered her smiles as she smiles back and then falls back sleep. ∗ ∗ ∗ template credit .
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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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🐆 Werecheetah
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03/21/2024 12:04 PM
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Full Character Information
Full character information! about adelina beaumont Updated on: 3/23/2024. ∗ ∗ ∗Basic Info:Name: Adelina Ilene BeaumontNicknames: Addy, Lina, Deli, Adela, AdieName Meaning: Adelina (Noble; Nobility), Ilene (Shining Light; Torch), Beaumont (Beautiful Mountain)Name Origin: Adelina ( French/Italian), Ilene (Gaelic), Beaumont (French)Name Pronounced: Adelina (ah-deh-lee-nuh), Ilene (ie-LEEN), Beaumont (Bo-mon-t)Gender: FemaleSpecies: Werecheetah (cheetah Shifter)Sexual Orientation: Straight and one man kittyBirthday: December 24th, 1990 (Beacon Hills, Age 18/30)Date Turned: TBDBiography:Adelina Ilene Beaumont was born in December 24th, 1990, in Beacon Hills, California to Anna Gonzalez-Beaumont (Mother) & Edward Beaumont. She was born in Beacon Hills, California and was raised there as well. She went to Beacon Hills High School and graduated 2008. A year later, 2009, she went to collage at Hardvard University and in 2013 (4 years years later), she graduated. She came back to Beacon Hills and and that is when she got mixed up in the Supernatural world, when the Alpha pack came in and and began to cause trouble she was kidnapped by Deucalion, who bit her and then left her to run back to her human life, without any knowledge on what would happen to her. She found out on the next full moon though and turned into a were-cheetah. She had run into the woods, not wanting to harm her parents, or anyone, not knowing what was going to happen to her. She stripped down to nothing as she began to feel overheated (like the sun was beating down on her in over 100 degrees), she hid in a cave and let the change happen. During that time she had no clue what she did. When she awoke, she had a deers head at her feet and blood all over her body. Not knowing where to turn to went to the Animal Clinic and that was when she learned about everything from Dr. Deaton. He called in Scott and told him about her. With Scotts help and the pack, she is now learning to use her abilities to help her town.Appearance:Eye Color(s): Hazel (Green-brown)Hair Color: Dark BrownHighlights: On occasionHair Style(s): Usually straight or in a pony-tail (But depends on situation)Skin tone: PaleBody type: Slim and SlenderHeight: 5' 2"Weight: Don't ask! (it's rude)Feline Form: Yellow base, black spots, two black strips going from her eyes donw to her mizzle. Slender/Lithe, long tail, and smooth to the touch.About her:Personality: Kind and helpful; Diurnal and solitary (At times), Active at dawn, dusk and the central hours of the day, Territorial, especially males, Athletic, fast, graceful, intelligent, resourceful, agile, and nimble. Speedy, survivalist, passionate, progressive, assertive, evolutionary, flexible, and protective.Good Habit(s): Eats healthy, sleeps on a schedule, Balancing work and life and managing your time effectivelyBad habit(s): Over thinking things, Lashing out at people when she is angry.Like(s): Hanging with the packDislike(s): Hunters, or people who come after her packHobbies: Helping wounded animals in needAllergies: Look at powers and abilities list.Fear(s): Being alone, being hunted, andStrength(s): See list belowWeakness(es): See list belowSpecial Powers/Abilities: Look here for powers.Weapon(s): None other than herself.Extra: NATalents and Dreams:Ambition/dream: To become a vet one day.Occupation/Job: Assistant Veterinary TechnicianBest Class(es): EnglishWorst Class(es): ScienceFamily and Friends:Parent(s): Anna Gonzalez-Beaumont (Mother) & Edward BeaumontSibling(s): NoneRelative(s): UnknownBest Friend(s): Lydia Martin, Allison Argent and Malia Tate (Hale)Friend(s): Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Liam Dumbar, Hayden RomonCrush(es): NonePet(s): NoneRival(s): Hunters and other supernaturals who try to harm Beacon Hills.Enemy: Hunters and other supernaturals who try to harm Beacon Hills.Extra:Scent: Sweet and honey like.Blood type: A-B (Univseral)Outfit(s): Whatever the f I want to wear.Accessories: Whatever the f I want to wear.Makeup: Whatever the f I want to wear.Scars: None yetTattoo(es): NoneJewelry: Whatever the f I want to wear.Piercing(s): EarsFavorites:Theme Song/Quote: Running up the Hill; Cover done by Placebo.Favorite Food(s): Deer (Sorry Malia, you gotta share).Favorite Drink(s): If she could get drunk; rum and bourbon on the rocks together.Favorite Color(s): Yellow and black.Favorite Animal(s): Cheetah's (Duh).Favorite Number: 3.Favorite Season(s): Summer.Favorite Holiday(s): Summer Solstice.Favorite Time of Day: Dawn and Dusk.Theme: Yellow and Black.Timeline:Born: December 24th, 1990Graduated High School: 2008 (18 Years Old)Started Harvard University: 2009Graduated Harvard University: 2013 (4 years years later)Kidnapped, Turned, Bitten then released: 2013 (By Deucalion)Member of Scott's pack: 2013 to PresentWorks at Beacon Hills Animal Clinic: 2013 to Present. ∗ ∗ ∗ template credit .
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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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OAKLEIGH ANISE BUDD
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03/21/2024 01:11 PM
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(M) Diary post (Drabble # 1) - Finished
FROM THE DIARY OFOakleigh Anise Budd DRABBLE 1 I was excited! My first shift! I was going to become a wolf finally. 16 years of waiting was a long time for an non-triggered werewolf who knew about it. We had to wait until we where 16 to trigger it, under the guidance of our pack elders. I, however, only had my parents.They had sat me down a month ago and told me about what they knew about us and the process of shifting. For us, newbies it was going to be painful for the first few days as our wolves surfaced to join us. Some of us, would be able to even speak with our wolves, but that rarely ever happened. If it did, it was considered a gift. One that was nurtured and encouraged.At midnight, I prepared for the shift in our cellar in the woods, near our house. My parents having had checked the chains and even gave me some wolfs-bane to help with the change. That stuff is gross! Anyways, I left the house half-an hour to get to the cellar and get chained up.My parents where there with everything in order. I walked into the cage and stripped my clothes, handing them to my parents. My parent locked me in and stayed on the other side of a metal door that was the rooms exit. They stayed on the other side of it just in-case I got out somehow. I crouched on the ground on all fours, waiting for the pain that was surely to come.I looked at the window ceiling and saw the moon coming closer to the window. It was time.At midnight the First Change began.It started with my hands, which began to tingle. Then my feet, my spine, and then my eyes began their change, clear human vision to green, reds and yellows, eventually landing in the green, yellow and grey mixed with red lights. My actual eye color was now a golden-yellow hue.That was only the beginning, then next step was the bones and teeth, then the fur. Oh the agony I felt. My bones cracked, broke and rearranged themselves, into the form of a wolf. Fur began to grow and I felt my mouth length, teeth began to grow longer and sharper, my ears pointed and grew russet fur. Then it was over, I was a complete wolf. I had crouched during the first half, in pain, and was now just rising to my feet - no paws.I stood for a few minutes to get the feel of my wolf. My wolf began to talk to me slowly, so I could learn her voice and such. "Hi, I'm Sage, your wolf." She tells me through telepathy. "I'll be here to help through everything."I was confused and thought I was going crazy. "I'm dreaming? I'm not talking to myself?""Of course not, I'm your wolf, I guess the legend of the wolf speaking with their human half is just that, a 'legend.'. She let out a sigh as she let me have the controls of her body. I stayed in the cage, though I knew a good run would be nice, so I opted for the much safer plan. Running around the cage. It was big enough too, so I did.After a few hours of running, we settled down on a bed of straw and fell asleep. By the time I-we, woke up the sun was already blazing through the window Ceil. The smell of bacon, eggs, cheese and pancakes, made my mouth water. Mom had made breakfast."Mum? Dad?" I called out as I walked to the cell door and pressed my face against them. "Let me out please?" I asked as I felt my mouth began to water from the smells.Dad came in and unlocked the door and led me to Mum. I sat on the floor and listened to my parents talk about what they had seen last night. As I ate I told them what I had felt, and about the once-in-a-million, chance that I had the ability to speak with my wolf and vise versa.After breakfast we went about our day, I went to school and my parents went to work at the preserve. (c) made by creativian
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𝓛𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽
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03/21/2024 12:05 AM
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Human Nature - Intro
Human Nature Lionheart /1878498 There was something about watching sunrise on the back of a horse on your own ranch. The man wearing the cowboy hat the color of maple syrup was already a tall drink of water when he wasn't sitting on the back of a horse he lovingly called Baby. The Bull Moose Ranch was owned and operated by Sam Winchester. A lot of hard work went into this ranch that sat on 150 acres on the Riverdale city limits sign. As a matter of fact, when one drove into Riverdale, the most used route, they passed the Bull Moose Ranch.Everyone loved Sam. Sam often hired folks who were down and out to come and work on his ranch. He gave them plenty of hard work and a fair wage. Mayor Grayson Gilbert to Sam for what he did on the Ranch. Sam didn't care about awards. He just did what he did because it was the right thing to do.Even now, the sun began to peek up over the horizon. Sam was a sensitive man who always felt speechless when he watched the sunrise. The beauty of a new day was always overwhelming for a brief moment, but Sam always gathered his wits about him and continued onward with his daily chores. The sound of his Australian shepherd Riot yawning and scratching next to him usually brought him back into the present from his worship of nature in the wee hours of the morning. Sam chuckled as he looked down at Riot. He nudged Baby's ribs and started toward the dairy side of the ranch.The Bull Moose Ranch had plenty of horses who were in several corrals being tended to by the people who worked for him. The more profitable side of the ranch was the dairy. Last count, Sam had 2370 cows on the farm, several bulls and a couple hundred calves. They were the largest supplier of milk and dairy products to Riverdale. Unfortunately, there had been a problem with the cows lately. Some time during the night cows were beginning to be slaughtered. Witnesses were reporting strange lights on the Ranch followed by the sounds of cows mooing in distress. Left behind was something straight out of a horror movie.There was an ethereal glow coming from one of his fields where his cattle were grazing. In the same direction as the glow, Sam noticed a group of cows who were obviously upset. “Not again!” Sam grumbled as he rode harder. He climbed down off his horse and ran toward the scene. He stopped short when he saw another one. She was mutilated with almost surgical precision leaving no blood behind. Various internal organs were missing including her tongue. Sam took off his hat and ran his hand through his hair.He put his hat back on his head. Pulling out his cell phone. He knew it was too early to get anyone out here to help him, but hopefully they'd be here soon enough. “It happened again. I don't know what the hell is happening. Get out here as soon as you can. I'll tell the house where I am and what's happening. They'll bring you here in the truck. God, this is a mess.” Sam sighed before disconnecting the call.It was going to take a while to calm down the other cows. Sam had heard plenty of wild talk about aliens being behind the cows being slaughtered. He tended not to believe these crazy conspiracy theories. There had to be a more plausible theory as to what was happening. Sam was just ready for it all to stop. "Not all those who wander are lost;" - JRR Tolkien credit: james kriet
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VoltronLegendaryDefenders
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03/20/2024 11:47 PM
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Kion
Current mood:
adored
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