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Dum Dum [s.ʜ.ɪ.ᴇ.ʟ.ᴅ]

06/01/2020 08:48 PM 

Hello, lets go.

Am I to find what is all this about Kryptonite and Superman, had imagined the whole thing but his suspicious behavior on the stream made me think that maybe it was not the right time.  With two drinks on my hands (not granted) handed a sentence. "You name it! A cold corona"  "Don't worry I'm not coming to ship you or kidnap you, nor abject you, maybe I will undergo hypnosis to gather some information, nothing out of this world" Some times is easier to what might happen in the middle of a war, is all about the where the noise comes from. "So what is going on?" Interests to aid a military report would not be the case but have a little fun away from so much work and all that. The silence around him is hostile, by knowing criminals he seems like a good person, maybe not for this planet?   Stalking is when two people go for a walk, and only one knows. template credit.  


06/01/2020 02:04 PM 

usagi's awakening!

she’s alone when she awakens - eighteen in the dingy little apartment that she shares with mamo and mina - not from the warm daylight now seeping through the cracks of her blinds, but the weight of luna’s paws pressing firmly into her chest. if this was an ordinary day, she would brush her off with a gentle prod of her fingers, but a strangely familiar cry of ”usagi, wake up!” yanks her from her dream. before she fully rises, she swears that luna is the one saying her name and on an ordinary day, usagi would be imagining things. luna would blink up at her and mewl, maybe even nuzzle her small head against usagi’s cheek. however, today is no ordinary day, and luna places all of her weight onto her front paws, shoving them into usagi’s chest.”usagi, wake up!” she growls, and usagi’s eyes snap open - wide and full of horror - when she quickly realizes the voice is coming from beneath her chin. her first reaction is to yell, to shoot up into a sitting position and press her spine into the headboard with her knees pulled to her chest in a chaotic display of self-defense. consequently, this sends the indignant talking feline into the center of her bed and usagi swears she sees sorrow flicker in the crimson of luna’s eyes. her first instinct is to clutch at her pillow, her throat constricting in horror at the realization that her cat is. . .talking to her! “you. . .” is all she can muster, her mind a cacophony of this can’t be, mamo's going to think i've lost my marbles!luna wastes no time and offers no explanation. instead, she breathes out a sound akin to a sigh and shakes her head almost mournfully. ”i’m really sorry i have to wake you, usagi, but mamoru’s in danger. . .harvard is under attack,” and the crescent moon that stands out so stark in contrast to luna’s dark fur illuminates in a burst of cosmic light, blanketing usagi in a warmth much different than that of the afternoon sun. usagi’s memories come back to her in waves; her fairytale dreams and nightmares saturated in sacrifice claim their place in her extraordinary reality.she remembers being fourteen and called to fight as a champion of the moon in an unfinished, prehistoric war. she remembers mamo diving in front of her, remembers him falling to her feet with a blade buried in his gut, remembers him spitting up blood and begging her not to mourn for him. she remembers a wish - a plea to the moon for a normal life, even if it means not being together, even if it means not knowing the truth. mostly, she remembers waking up in boston after following mamoru to college with different memories of befriending minako and dragging her to america. she remembers her other friends, who are now an ocean away, with no recollection of countless years of memories become marred with what if’s, mamoru’s in danger! is the thought that pulls her into focus. she’ll mourn the loss of her normal life later, will argue with luna and artemis quietly in the living room over what this means for the rest of them once mamoru is safe and sound in their bed.for now, with tears in her eyes and terror in her heart, she wordlessly kicks her legs over the side of her bed and fishes through her nightstand until her fingers finally curl around a neglected brooch buried under a hoard of random trinkets. yesterday, she’d tell you she couldn’t remember how this piece of junk came into her possession. today, she holds it up in the air and channels its power like it’s all she’s ever known.

ʙᴀʀ ꜰɪɢʜᴛ

05/31/2020 11:33 PM 

Whispers of the Past ft. HIRAETH


05/31/2020 10:58 PM 

Desired Connections/Plot Bunnies

Desired Connections Plot Bunnies Ex Girlfriend. - Wynter met Muse B when she was on holiday in California. She fell in love with Muse B and the two began a long distance relationship. Deciding that she wanted to be with her girlfriend more, she moved from England and settled down with Muse B. However, after Wynter cheated on Muse B, Muse B broke up with Wynter and the two have not seen one another since. Half-Siblings (x2)  - Wynter has a half sibling from her mother and a half sibling from her father (both concieved during affairs), though they were raised by the other parent. Wynter knows about them but has never met them Best Friend - Wynter and Muse B have known one another for a long time. They are both models and have been on countless jobs together. Wynter had a really tough time and was bullied by other models, but Muse B was the constant support that she needed to get through it. Best Friend - Wynter and Muse B met when Wynter moved to the United States and have been friends ever since. She is her escape from reality and one of the most down to earth people in her life. Enemy - During the first trip that Wynter made to the U.S when she was 18, she had a summer fling. The only problem was, he already had a girlfriend, but she didn't care. Muse B found out about her boyfriend and Wynter and before Wynter left, they got into a fight which turned physical. They hadn't seen one another since. Friends with benefits - Wynter and Muse B have always had a solely physical relationship, but that doesn't mean that things haven't crossed a line once or twice. Toxic Ex Boyfriend - She wasn't always the nice girl she is now. Wynter and Muse B used to be together, but her jealousy and bitchy attitude towards any girl who gave Muse B attention tore away at the relationship. They used to fight and f*** more than anything else, but one night after she had been out partying with her friends, he went out and slept with someone else. She turned up at his apartment in the early hours of the morning and found him in bed with someone else.     


05/31/2020 09:13 PM 

Unexpected Encounters | Open Starter

UNEXPECTED ENCOUNTERS  Nah, f*** you man. F*** outta’ here with that sh*t.”Waving off the man with a scowl, Christoph turned back toward the bar and continued to swear under his breath. Black-booted feet kicked up a bit of sawdust off the dark hardwood floor with every shuffled step amid a sea of idle bodies. As he passed a group of yuppie-lookin' young 20-somethings Chrishoph cast a sideways glance at the beers in their hands and the laughter that spread from mouth to mouth like a fast-acting air-born contagion. For as long as he’d been coming to this bar people like them had slowly been taking it over night-by-night in droves of pastel dress shirts, high-waisted jean shorts, and layered open flannel button-downs. Fewer locals came through anymore, pushed out by these fresh college grads and NYU students that had somehow discovered one of Christoph’s regular haunts.F*** ‘em.Christoph’s shoulder collided with one of the men and he barely turned back to offer anything more than an unforgiving shrug. More upset with the growing stain over his breast pocket, it took the young man a few extra moments before he thought to look around for the man that ran into him. Fortunately, a few moments were all Christoph needed to pull up the collar of his leather jacket up above his neckline and disappear back into the shifting crowds that filled the dimly lit space. .After a few strides and one more glance over his shoulder Christoph confirmed he’d lost the group and changed course to take up residency on an empty bar stool just as a couple pushed signed check across the bar’s polished wood countertop. In a swift motion he pulled the black leather jacket from his shoulders and draped it over the empty seat next to him at the far end of the counter. It wouldn’t hold off people for long, but it was worth the hassle in case his ex-girlfriend managed to show after all or a more eligible lady came around looking for a seat by herself. Drumming his fingers against one of the woodgrains in front of him Christoph couldn’t decide which he’d prefer. Either way, the trap was set; now there was nothing to do but wait and see where the night would lead.Previously hidden under his jacket as a strong contrasting color, Christoph’s vanilla-yellow button-down now took front stage and screamed for attention with an array of black, white, blue and orange floral patterns. Hanging from the V at the center of his chest was a pair of matching orange tinted gold aviators that had long outlived their usefulness now that night had overtaken the city. For as much as he knocked on the millennial crowd that filled his bar, many would probably be forgiven for mistaking him and his slicked back crop of hair as part of their ranks. Maybe not by him, but certainly by any casual onlooker at the very least. .Taking a moment to lock eyes with a familiar bartender and give the man a curt nod of his stubbled chin Christoph was already fishing a black leather trifold wallet from the back pocket of his equally dark jeans. Two fingers flashed in the air followed by a single finger once his nod was returned and the wallet returned to his pocket one twenty-dollar bill lighter. Within the next couple minutes there were a pair of amber-colored shots alongside a tall golden hefeweizen. Reaching for a shot first Christoph tilted his head back and raised the short glass to his lips in a single swift motion. A later start to be sure, but one Christoph wasn’t about to squander.The twinge of smoke bit at the back of his throat behind the burn of cheap well liquor even after the second glass was emptied and thrust down against the counter. Exhaling, Christoph grabbed for the frosted pint next and turned his attention upward toward the deep wood racks stuffed with bottles of every shape and labels peppered with dozens of different color and fonts. His eyes continued to climb past the chalkboard next listing out the current beers on tap and ultimately settled on the exposed rafters overhead. Polaroids, pen-scrawled notes, small mementos, and other snapshots of lives recent and old filled the space. Decades of history overlapped to create layers of stories that would never be told or remembered, but still managed to weave one unifying tapestry anyone could appreciate. Cold beer filled his mouth while foam pooled against his upper lip and he searched for his own contribution. It felt like a distant memory now loaded with plenty of conflicting emotions, but for all the pain it brought him he couldn’t bring himself to cut it completely out of his life. 

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