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06/06/2020 11:24 PM 

task 68


06/06/2020 11:17 PM 

photoshop textures

blackkitten's textures   these textures have been made by myself. They are free to use for both personal and commercial use. No need of giving credit but its always appreciate to see the creations. Do not repost anywhere or I will stop doing these.password: violentendstextures galleryclick to visit 

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06/06/2020 07:39 PM 

Dark Halo | Dani's Custom Work.

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05/31/2020 06:33 PM 

↳ raincheck. · drabble.

  "Hi, everybody! Welcome back to my YouTube channel! Today, I have a makeup look done for you in collaboration with Fenty Beau—"  Vrrrrm… Vrrrrm.The drilling from the construction work being done outside Monica Meron’s apartment complex was an undeniable distraction that had been bothering the her for the past week. Running on a deadline that was slowly inching closer, she could not afford to rain-check the filming of her current video. It would surely prove her to be unprofessional and that was not a good look for her reputation with other beauty brands.“Let’s try this again.” Monica mumbled, pressing the RECORD button on the small remote control that would automatically start the Canon G7X Mark II camera. “What’s up, guys! Welcome back to my YouTube channel! Today, I have put together this makeup look in collaboration with Fenty Beauty’s Stunna Lip Paint lipstick in the nude color. If you want to know how to—“   VRRRRRRRM.    That was enough to tick the young woman off. “You know what? That’s it. F*** this.” Rising from her seat, Monica stormed from her recording area to the window pane, busting the door wide open. Her building was located in the middle of a semi-busy street in Atlanta. Every two years or so, the state thought that it would be necessary to send over a crew of handymen to repair a road that was free of potholes up until a couple of miles off. Of all the other issues occurring within their city such as violence and crime, this so-called ‘fixture’ was a total waste of taxpayer money.Sticking her head out of the window, Monica roared out to the group of five men driving a mechanical drill into the concrete. “Yo’, f***tards! Mind keepin’ it quiet out there? I’m trying to work!” Her silver chain that was decorated with an M-lettered pendant dangled around her neck as she heaved in anger. Her outburst managed to catch the attention of the group who silently looked at one another for a minute then let out a synchronized jumble of laughter.One man, who looked to be the youngest of the pack, shook his head. “So are we, Sweet Cheeks! Learn how to deal with it just like everybody else has on this block!” He retorted with a chortle following. His friends high-fived him.Sweet Cheeks? Disgusting. Without further response, Monica flashed her middle finger at him, then slammed her window shut. That gesture was solely meant the smart alec who decided to talk back, but she hoped that his friends received the harsh message too.To make matters worse, they resumed with the drilling, but at a more intentional and louder volume.“Stupid construction workers. Stupid men. Stupid noise. Mi na’ know why mi put up with these tings, ‘uno?” Her Jamaican accent subconsciously seeped through her voice to reveal her heated emotion. While returning back to her recording set-up, her iPhone vibrated on the dresser where it sat, indicating that she had received a text message.   Tasha: sisssss! what are you doing tonight?  Monica: uhhh, recording this video for Fenty? what’s up, boo?  Tasha: still? you told me you was going to record that sh*t last week and you’re just getting to it?!  Tasha: anyways, I got a date tonight. pick up your phone. i’m finna’ call you.    Monica rolled her eyes at how abrupt her closest friend of fifteen years was. Natasha did not care to know what situation you might have been in. If she needed to talk, she was going to do just that. By any means necessary. On cue, the mobile phone vibrated in Monica’s hands.  “Spill. Which fine man ya’ done pick up now?” The YouTuber greeted once answering the call.“First of all, can’t I get a hello? How are you doing? Forget it. It’s too late for formalities,” The friend joked. “But I met this dude named Mario while waiting in line at that Indian restaurant down the avenue. Girl, he asked me out on a date and said he would be bringing his friend, so please say that you will come with me tonight. Please?” Natasha’s request was stated in one breath. Monica did not know how to feel about the proposition presented. She had been single for months, but she also was not sure on how she felt about dating at the moment. After two humiliating experiences with relationships at the young age of twenty-four, she realized that it was time to prioritize herself by putting her career and happiness first.Besides, this was a blind date. His friend could be ugly for all she knew. “No, he’s not ugly. I’ve seen a photo of him,” Natasha commented, reading her exact thoughts like a book. Did she say that out loud? “His name is Kaliq and he works in architecture or somethin’. Those men got money!”Monica laughed. “Listen, I’m not a gold digger or nothin’, aight? However, I’ll tag along because you’re my homegirl and I don’t want you to feel lonely.” “Eeeeh!” Her friend squealed in excitement. “Text me where we’re going and what time I should be ready… And his photo. You know that I don’t do blind dates.” “You know that I don’t do blind dates. Blah, blah, blah…” Natasha mimicked, a bright smile evident in her voice. “Dress casual. I’ll send everything over to you in a few. Thank you, Kitten! Now, finish filming before it’s too late! Rihanna finna’ beat ‘cho ass if you don’t give her what she wants.” “I know, I know. Bye, girl. I’ll see you tonight.” Monica closed out, ending the call immediately.A sigh escaped her lips as she was hit with the reality of things. The construction workers were still drilling their way down to Hell and she was under more of a time constraint with the double date she agreed to. “Who are you kidding, Mon? You’re definitely rain-checking this.”


06/06/2020 05:03 PM 

california wishlist,

california bucketlist,


06/06/2020 03:29 PM 

Starter | Wake-Up Call

WAKE-UP CALL  It wasn't until the scattered rays of morning light inching across Christoph's face reached his eyes that he finally began to stir from a long night of restless sleep. In a daze, he rolled over and blindly swatted at his bedside table. After shuffling through old discarded mail his hand bumped against something cold and heavy the left a metallic thud when it hit the hardwood floor. Unfazed, he resumed his hunt, doing the best to identify the things within arm-reach without needing to resort to the inevitably painful task of peeling back his hangover-laden eyelids. There was an unfamiliar keychain, his wallet, and… yep, there it was. His hand finally closed around a chipped Samsung Galaxy. A couple generations old at this point, but passable. By now Christoph's eyes were half open as he returned to his side and tried to adjust his vision to the screen's low brightness... Or, any brightness? He blinked a couple times and brought the smartphone closer to his face with squinted eyes."F***" Muttering swears under his breath, Christoph nearly threw the phone across the room. Fortunately for the phone, his lackluster recovery from last night’s escapades and a body beaten to hell to hell and back ensured cooler heads prevailed. As he rolled across the bed yet again, he let out a low groan in anticipation of what lay ahead.  With one arm draped over the edge of his mattress he shuffled further on his stomach to graze at the floor with his fingertips where he began to feel around for his phone’s charging cable. While he searched his fingers brushed against a familiar steel barrel and paused when he reached the small trigger guard at its far end. “And that explains that noise. Thank f***in’ god that didn’t end any worse.” The thought was fleeting; vanishing from the forefront of his mind a fart in the wind. After a couple minutes passed Christoph signed and dragged himself from the warmth of his gray overstuffed comforter.Naked except for last night’s deep blue boxers, he scanned the floor for any trace of his phone’s wired charger hidden among piles of dirty clothes and other forgotten belongings strewn about the room. Each step against the old hardwood planks echoed slightly throughout the empty row house as he searched in quiet determination. It didn’t take long before his search began to feel like an exercise in futility and Amazon or Best Buy were about to score another $40 from his bank account – they almost felt like bigger thieves than he was at this point. His eyes wandered toward the window as a hand gripped the wooden sill and its peeling white paint. There were more than a few people milling about on their way up and down the city sidewalk under fresh canopies of green… it was certainly bright enough that he must have slept most of the morning away.He shoved the blinds shut and was about to take one final stab at finding his phone charger when a knock sounded from his front door downstairs. Racking his brain, Christoph tried to recall whether he had made plans the previous night to see anyone this morning. Was it possible he pissed someone off last night? Were the consequences of some recent endeavor finally about to rear their ugly head and bite him in the ass as his friends (if he could call any of them that) so often warned him? Even as he descended the stairs, he couldn’t quite place the events of his night out. The best he could do was peer through the peephole in the front door to see who was waiting on the other side.And yet staring back at him he found… nothing. Sheer black nothingness was all that waited for him on the other side of his door. Now obviously time and space didn’t rip recently – he knew that much from his glimpse out the window minutes earlier – so the only other reasonable explanation remaining was that Christoph had a visitor who seemed unmistakably intent and familiar with showing up unannounced. He looked down at himself, still wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. Had he been thinking rationally, Christoph may have grabbed a robe, thrown on a pair of pants, or realized he had a better chance of enjoying his Saturday if he just pretended nobody was home. As fate would have it, this was one morning where he could do no such thing. Liquor: 1, Christoph: 0.The door pushed outward a crack to reveal little more than Christoph’s head, at first. The only clues to his current attire (or lack thereof) were the unkempt hair atop his head and the bare shoulders he was unable to hide while leaning through the gap in the door.“Yes, can I help you?” 

Starter, Romance, Sample, Drabble, Crime, Suspense


06/06/2020 01:04 PM 

all love.

all love "I do everything for everyone. Everything to be perfect. The perfect daughter, the perfect sister, the perfect student. Can't I do this one thing for me?"   " I doubt that's true, love…. comes in many different ways. Maybe you don't think you know how to love because someone has to forbid it. But I bet you were always curious about it, huh? What it feels like? What can it do for you or the people you are with! Love… it's… it's beautiful yet heart shattering all at once. "Love, as they all like to say, makes the world go around. It's a blessing, and It makes your heartbeat madly within your chest. "And as exciting as it is, it's also terrifying. Maybe you've felt that way before? Love can give you butterflies, make them flutter in your stomach. Love can also make you clumsy! Tripping over yourself when the person you like is around. Love can make you cruel! Using another person to make the person you're interested in, jealousy. It's insane how some people display love, and just how different we all feel it." A sigh falling past her twin flesh, head resting against her hands, elbows resting on the counter at Pops. She ate the cherry before the whipped cream went over the cup of the Strawberry milkshake, long forgotten as soon as her heart sways to the concept of romance— the mere mention has the romantic in her at the edge! Betty Cooper's big doe eyes rest upon the man before her, looking him over and thinking—– he probably turns heads all the time. How has he not found the love of his life yet? Or how has be not experience the butterflies! The tossing and turning and the scent of his crushes lingering even when they aren't around. Then she had to remember where jughead friends/ serpents came from. It was like no one gave them a chance. Though, it is known that romance isn't for everyone, which makes the Cooper girl frown. She wants to believe, least for the right people out there, that they will find their true love or at least someone to make them feel extraordinary out there. Chewing on her bottom lip, swirling the straw in the glass, round & round. " …You know… " Betty laughs almost shyly, cheeks turning a darker shade of pink as she casts a glance down on the table-top. " ….I'm pretty much a hopeless romantic… I… Uh, like to think we all have a soul mate out there for all of us. Stupid huh? Childish some would say even. But I guess. It's sweet. " template created for (c) serpentjuliet

Theodora Crain.

06/06/2020 04:26 PM 


There's currently a huge thunderstorm going on outside, and I'm hiding under the blankets in my bedroom. I am not scared of much, but I've been afraid of thunderstorms ever since I was a child. There was this one night, in THAT house, and the five of us were all terrified. But Mom and Dad comforted us, we had all gotten out of our beds and gone running downstairs to find them. We were just in this big huddle, all five of us screamed every time there was a crash of thunder. Even Shirley and Steven were scared. I remember Mom telling us that every crash of thunder meant it was getting further away from us.. it kind of worked in calming us down. I wish she was here now, actually. Maybe I'm too old to need my mother to comfort me during a storm.. but I still wish she was here. 


06/06/2020 10:56 PM 



Hellshore Beach.

06/06/2020 10:56 PM 

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child of surprise

06/06/2020 04:01 PM 

Heart of Darkness - Drabble

    ❰ ❰ Heart of Darkness It was an unnatural darkness. Thick and impenetrable. Ciri peered into it, looking for anything that may stand out; a shape, a sound, a movement. It had originally been a strange sound that had stopped the black horse in her tracks, causing not only her ears to perk up, but also the Witcher girls’. As she stared intently, hoping that something would reveal itself to her, she gripped the reins of her black mare Kelpie. The horse stamped her hooves, obviously uncomfortable at waiting for her mistress to make a decision, but Ciri had to know. She had to make absolutely certain…There was a flash of light behind her, illuminating the darkness ahead of her for a brief moment, enough that she was able to catch a glimpse of what was coming towards her. Kelpie reacted much faster than Ciri had, turning to the right and fleeing from not only what was coming towards them from behind, but the creatures and dark figures that had been crawling on their bellies towards them.“Go Kelpie!” Her voice rang clearly as she spurred her onward, but the mare needed no encouragement. Ciri lowered herself against her horses main, pressing herself down against the smooth neck of the black beauty.The sounds of multiple snarls reached her ears as the creatures came after them, and it had taken Ciri a moment before she realized that the sounds of horses hoofbeats were mingled amongst them. They were being pursued not by one force, but two, and both for very different reasons.This had become tiresome, this ever onward war she was fighting with anyone and everyone who found themselves wanting to rule the world through her ‘unborn’ child. How many worlds had Ciri escaped to? How many battles had she fought for her life? Too many. There were too many close calls and narrow escapes for her to find even one place that she could call home.A cold fear gripped her stomach as she realized that the trees around her were bending toward her now, reaching down with their lifeless and dead branches. There was a scream somewhere behind her, but she didn’t turn around. In fact, she squeezed her legs ever slightly so her horse understood that they were fine and to keep moving. The creatures that had been pursuing them had realized that there was now other prey in the darkness, easier prey. The Aen Elle would not be swayed, however, and were determined to possess her.The elm trees were closing in around her and Kelpie now. Branches were brushing against them as they continued to speed among them. Kelpie was faster than the horses that pursued them, but she was running out of room. Ciri braced herself, breathing in deeply and focusing on her destination.Another scream echoed from somewhere behind her and the trees that had been reaching down for her suddenly stopped. The creatures had done her a favor by ridding her of the most dangerous elf among the group that pursued her, and she internally thanked her lucky stars for them. Not that she wouldn’t hesitate to still disembowel the little bastards if it came down to it.Ahead, she could see shadows moving among the trees. Signs that the creatures behind her may have caught up and found a more dangerous way to chase them. The lump in Ciri’s throat became a cold hard mass that slid into her stomach. With a deep breath, she concentrated on her moor. The warmth and safety of the grassy glade she had found on her journeys through the worlds. It was the one place she could go to gather herself before moving on once again.The creatures were moving ahead, getting further along their trail so that Ciri could barely see them in the distant darkness, black shapes were moving en masse with each other. The cold fear turned into a scream as she jerked the reins, turning Kelpie in another direction, away from the horror ahead. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the creatures changing direction and the Aen Elle turning with her, coming towards her in the hope of cutting her off. 


06/06/2020 01:53 AM 

Vanaheim's Door

Vanaheim's Door   Guidinne /1620013 The lush green carpet that covered the earth was so welcoming to her bare feet. She skipped along near the outskirts of the settlement and the tall woods that seemed so dark and mysterious. A solitary light kept blinking beyond the canopy of trees that barred her way from seeing was what really out there. Slowly she began to gather her skirts. The little girl with golden strands that fell down her back began to creep on her toes toward what lay out there in the forbidden area. Nobody would see her. She was looking here and there to make sure she was unhindered.She had just a few more steps just as the light was getting brighter. How did no one not see all this? The child was bewildered momentarily as she was just about to dip into the grove of trees to disappear. “Rebekah! Where are you going?” The voice of her older brother Elijah immediately made her freeze in her tracks. “Don’t you know you’re not supposed to go out there?”Her shoulders dropped and so did her tiny chin. Rebekah Mikaelsdottir was a mischievous princess of some five summers now. Her brother Elijah was practically a grown man. He was at least 15 by now. Rebekah thought he was practically ancient! “Elijah! Oh I’m not going anywhere.” She lied and it was a poor one at that. It couldn’t be helped however. The light shot out of the canopy of trees just behind her brother suddenly making her bounce on her toes.The curious look on her older brother's face darkened when she was looking at something past him. Elijah turned and looked behind himself. All he saw was the same trees he’d seen hundreds of times before. “Come with me Little Sister.” Elijah held out his hand for her.Rebekah started to obey her brother when she saw another shaft of light shoot out of the trees behind him. She grabbed up her skirts and started to run. Elijah would likely scold her later, that would be if he could catch her. She was fleet of foot and nimble. She could fit in smaller places he could not. She could hear him yelling at her. She was giggling as she ran faster to the source of the light.  Her right hand pushed back a low hanging branch to reveal what she saw. This was a clearing in the middle of the forest with tiny lights swirling around her. Rebekah took several steps toward the tiny lights. Their pattern was a perfect repeating circle. She could hear the tiniest bit of laughter coming from circle. Bright azure hues opened in wonder as she watched the display around her. She extended her right hand to try and make contact with them. At the point of the child’s right index finger the circle of laughing lights scattered as though they were dust in the wind.The faint echo of what sounded like a frog sitting in the base of tree distracted her from the laughing lights. Laying her skirts down to protect her knees, she kept looking for the hidden frog on all fours. Flowing golden hair touching the ground was the backdrop of the tiny face looking downward in the base of the tree for the source of the noise. Before she could get down far enough, the pattering sounds of miniscule feet came in her direction startling her. Rebekah fell backwards on her rump laughing delightfully.There was a faint breeze that warmed the Mikaelsdottir as she sat there. Longish golden eyelashes wrapped over themselves as she allowed herself to feel embraced by this magical place. Perhaps the gods that Mother spoke of had opened the gates to Vanaheim to let the fairies and sprites play with her on this day. She kept her eyes closed enjoying the warmth of the breeze. Slowly she could feel herself drifting off to sleep.She felt firm arms around her waist. Tiny arms encircled his neck on instinct. Elijah had found her. She knew that dark hair and the smell of the forest that was her elder brother anywhere. “You had me worried Rebekah. Don’t do that again.”A yawn tickled the corners of her mouth causing her jaws to part. Her little feet that had loved the feel of the grass between her toes were dangling against the young man’s chest as he carried her. Her belly was against his chest. She nestled in the space between his head and his shoulder. “I’m sorry Elijah.” She whispered.He smiled gently because he was happy his sister was safe. He carried her protectively over his shoulder making his way toward their family's dwelling. With an uplifted brow, he had to ask her the lingering question. “What did you find out there little Sister?” Elijah had heard her laughing which had brought him to where she was curled under the Great White Oak sleeping soundly.She didn’t answer. The Mikaelsdottir was her father’s golden princess guarded vigorously by her brothers Niklaus and Elijah. Kol was a worm who would often get her into trouble. Elijah and Niklaus were her heroes. She kept this small glimpse into Vanaheim a secret for 10 centuries to come.  “We are the definition of cursed, always and forever.” credit: james kriet

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06/06/2020 01:52 PM 


Disclaimer: I’m not Dove Cameron nor to I clam to be. I have never met Dove and I know she doesn’t have time for role player. I’m just using her as my play by for Dizzy Perri-Ocean Teller-Morrow-MuioDrama: No ooc drama ooc (out of Character) or hate or bullying. If you don’t likes something about me please have the guts to tell me.Bullied: I will not let anyone bully me like some people or persons did on Village and now again Discord, I get bullied because my writing isn’t Novella yet. I am nor perfect writing I don’t know who is. My grammar isn’t perfect either. And if you don’t like how I write please tell me.Discord: I will not being posting my discord because I’m not going to let anyone guy or girl bully me or complain about my writing. I am not be perfect with my writing I’m working on my writing.Character: Drizella *Dizzy* Perri-Ocean Teller-Morrow-Muio is the daughter of Gemma Teller-Morrow and Clay Morrow she is the baby sister to Jax Teller and Juice Ortiz. She is best friends with Harry Hook son of Captain James Hook or Killian Jones.Verses: Main verse is Sons of Anarchy all 7 seasons and i will crossover into Titanic and Once upon a time. Dizzy is a very Au character. No telling me to control my character.Lengths: Para to Multi. I have been working on my writing since Myspace days. So if you don’t like my writing or how i write don’t add me its the simple.Sex: I will rp sex with every single guy on this site because guys think I’m easy and will give them what they want well I’m not easy and i will not give any guys what they want only my husband and boyfriend so guys get a life and hobby.Real Life: I am now starting to walk and I do get busy and distracted so I do post what i am doing so people who care know about it. I am hoping to get back to normal but I still have to wait and see on that.Sign my rules with a gif of your favorite Sons of anarchy or Descendants characterDizzy

Icy Fae

06/05/2020 10:38 PM 

Owes List

Owes:Mira (6/5)Owes me:Aerwyna(6/5)Discussion:Cassius/Riona/Josephine (Not sure which character yet. Just started discussing) 


06/05/2020 08:46 PM 

task 67

Santa Monica Beach Playlist:Summer Vacay.1). New Kids on The Block- SummerTime - LFO- Summer Girls - Cole Swindell - Chillin' It - Luke Bryan - Drunk On You - Luke Bryan - Crash My Party - Jake Owens - Barefoot Blue Jean Summer Night - Luke Bryan - She Gets Me High - Dylan Scott - My Girl - Bryan Adams - Summer of 69' - Demi Lovato - Sorry Not Sorry -


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