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02/26/2021 11:56 PM 

burning red

Miss Winter

02/26/2021 09:05 PM 

Alexis10 favourite quotes. Part 1

1. Trust means everything.2. Angel, god, how can you just believe those things are real? What have they done to help us? I don't understand your way and I don't want to.3. Sometimes... Miracles are just people with kind hearts.4. I'm so sorry I couldn't save you.5. Sometimes... We don't want to heal because it's the last link to what we lost.6. Kindness begins with understanding the struggle.7. What is meant to be will always find a way.8. In the end, all I learned was how to stand alone.9. You're the reason I'm smiling again, thank you.10. Since you've been around, I smile more than I used to... And that scares me.

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔑 𝔦𝔰 π•žπ•šπ•Ÿπ•–

02/26/2021 06:23 PM 

Audtion piece- drabble

TRIGGER WARNING: MENTION OF TEETH, VIOLENCE, DRUGS. Letting her feet touch the ground, the gentle sound of clicking could be heard echoing. But it didn’t concern her. Golden curls pulled back into a ponytail, red lipstick swiped on so perfectly. It was almost like she had planned everything to a T. Because she had.Sure, Goldie was more of a reckless girl. She lived for the thrill of the rush. Escaping and running high on the rooftops. But there was just another exhilaration that came from just not being caught. Making your way through the halls without a sound. Silence. A ghost lost within the veil. Many longed for it- but Goldie? Heh, she could switch it on and off like a f***ing lightbulb.Looking around, she could see that the office was empty for the night. It was clear that Peter or whatever he called himself these days had left for the night- probably to snort some of that precious pixie dust and whatever else he got up to when he wasn’t ruining the lives of those near or around him. God, she hated how much she was impressed by this man. But, that didn’t matter- not right now. All she cared about was how many pretty little treasures he had stashed up in here. Word around town was that this little boy had managed to get hold of something very important- something which this little girl had been looking for for quite some time now. The only problem, she had to find it.“If I was an arrogant a**hole, where would I hide my important sh*t.” She mused, tapping her gloved finger against the chin, the leather squeaking ever so slightly. Walking closer toward his desk, she allowed her fingertips to brush against the tinted mahogany. As the man had grown, he had grown fond of expensive taste. Something she was sure most fables who had been kissed by the riches of the Mundie world had grown to love. It was a vice. And what could she say, everyone had vices. Even her.She studies his desk, ocean pools observing the monitors that sat to the side, stacked on top of each other. It gave him the perfect view of everything within Neverland- able to see every single dirty trick that happened. But what could she say- even sometimes she would sneak in just to see the dirty tricks. As mentioned before; even she had vices. Besides the monitors were a mess of papers, followed by what looked like pens that had been thrown around. She assumed he must have had one of his infamous hissy fits here before he left for home.Then something caught her eye.There at the bottom of the desk was a draw, she tried to open it but of course, it was locked. Nothing a simple bobby pin could fix. Pulling it from her hair, the click of the lock filled her with a chill of thrill. This was one of the parts she loved. Sliding the drawer open, she noticed a storybook of cinderella. How weird, but she knew it was just a ruse. Lifting it revealed a deeper part of the compartment. And there at the bottom laid what she was looking for. The rabbits perfectly polished watch, always running five minutes late.Picking it up, she turned the golden bronze metal over in her hand, analyzing the back which had been engraved with names. What he could only assume were his lovers, or maybe his victims. This watch would cost a pretty penny on the black market. Why would Peter be stashing this in his dingy little office?She hadn’t even had enough time to answer her own question when the sound of the door being opened made her lookup. There stood the lost boys, how the f*** did they-She looked up, of course, f***ing Peter would have a camera in his own office. Narcissist.“Lovely evening isn't it, Boys.” She paused, noticing the female who seemed to be standing beside the men. “And girls.” She added, this time with a playful wink. However, it seemed that they weren’t in the mood for flattery.“Put it back.” One growled.“Now, that’s not a very nice tone to have with me. Is it?” She walked form around the desk, hips swaying slightly. “What’s the magic word.”Instead of answering, the man just lunged, Goldie worked quickly, when he grabbed at her shoulder with his monstrous grip, she let her head collide with his. The crack of bone sickening but she had grown to love the sound. She could feel a warm liquid on her lips. Was it his blood, or her own? Who was she to know? She would evaluate the damage later. Watching the man stumbled back, she kicked him so he fell to the ground, pulling one of her many knives and stabbing it to the ground, through his hand.However, she didn’t have time to breathe, twisting around, she threw another knife, trapping another man between the wall by his coat. She quickly stood up, walking back behind Peter’s desk, kicking his chair toward a group of the men and watching them all collide into it. For henchmen they weren’t always the smartest of the bunch, huh.The only one who even got close was the woman, she threw a punch, landing it on Goldie’s face. She could feel her lip split against her tooth. The taste of iron against her tongue.“Hm, good punch.” She complimented her rival, this time avoiding her punch, grabbing the woman's arm and pulling her closer toward her, when she was closer Goldie grabbed a fistful of the woman's hair, smashing her head down into the mahogany. She could hear the crack of something, god knows what. The woman struggled for a bit longer, trying to get out- so Goldie just simply pulled a cloth from her pocket. She had prepared for this. She pulled the woman’s head back up, using the cloth to cover the woman’s mouth and nose.“Here, you deserve a rest, angel.” She breathed softly in the woman’s ear. “It’s a shame. We would have made a good couple.” She pouted before a smirk twisted onto her glossed lips as the woman finally went limp, watching her motionless body drop to the floor.Standing up properly, Goldie tightened her ponytail, pushing the strands of sunshine that had escaped from their trap behind her pierced ears. She admired her handiwork. She had taken them all out and only...Two were hurt really. She walked over, her high heels clicking once more as she picked up what she had originally come for. Her eyes twinkled from mischief while she pocketed them; turning around she made her way back out the window swiftly, without a sound. That had gone well.Not too gory,Not too loud.Just f***in’ right.

Iduna 🍎 Lovey

02/26/2021 02:54 PM 

Justify my Existence

 How futile it's my my life, painted in detail among the changing colours in the leaves that now have dried out in the ground, where am I'm? Precisely, this is a game you play yourself in the programming of knowledge. Well, I keep myself in the fog of the dawn in the Shire by the smial of the dead end, as to be precisely its how initially was called. Away from Asgard found the Gods to be out of reach for my apples and within the villages coming together found a land for this fruits to be humbly a part of a gift to the hobbits. If there was an intelligent cyber system could recall infinite time line in the future as how it's to act and move my body into this space, a sweet home to and familiar friends around is all I need as where I'm at. Was contemplating the definition of power as a fast and highest resolution as a new domain of possibilities and it's flooded chaos in each apple, yet it taste as knowable and wisdom to me. Easy appealing and free with vitamins, you pick it and let each do as they wish. Some times no one comes and it's fine too, it radiates by a force of love rather than pressure, unless you need a sharpen dagger to cut in pieces and share a bit, onto your own as well, make a pie, who knows? let if fall as it reaps it self when matured. It's beyond my control or boundaries to watch the weathers change in nature. The agriculture. I don't think anyone considered it self a slave or a pagan but for the good work, readings of nutritions dances with ale all blended with bread anc cheasse atop the tables. I'm indeed eager to come out in human form it's just an hypothetical love to the town and its nature as we come toguether. Get the meals done takes around four hours and having 50 interactions right will build a relation fine, it's just that I also like to be useless and provide a shade in summer, I do not wish my wood to be cut for furniture as practical it could, I'm so crocket and twisted from trunk to branches and deep down in my routes that it's to much work to build something straight as to be or burned into fire because the knots in me bring too much smoke. It reminds me of a Zen story about humility on being useless, and it enriches my soul to not make it any better than for this apples and warmth. Yes, could go beyond this boundaries as a body carries it's mobile.The first rays confronts the unknown of the day, the silence is redundant making me softer and receptive with nearly as much the oxygen and photosynthesis of the night starts now to absolve the sunshine, Im pregnant by a genuine joy because it makes no difference if I know how to do this things or others, assuming I'm before God as the birds are nesting in me, coming and going. It inhabits an unity of beauty that I had to create the runes as to explain, but still it's riddling on the hierarchy of biology in us, innate to discover generating curiosity. Was called regarded to be just a bush as an insult, non is important to know as to achieve anything anymore but for a mystery I'm to guard with the whole of this justify existence.   Could just lay there and suffer miserably from a striking storm, life is very complex and it does have a meaning inside this paralysis, its something worthwhile to step out making it in the world, it all starts at home as a psychological state within the self or mind, shallow, deep. There are so many variants as to know how will it end, 5 years is enough as to say is close to our purpose and transcends so my creation comes upon us, the Green Dragon's Tavern makes me flavoured as to try those cakes. That's worth living to find out, a fine basket with apples will do for a friends visit. Anyways who wan'ts to work for a pay when the job so playful. The dying of the industry and 'the machine' is starting to radiate upon on the return at the beginning of the cosmos where an environment is felt, fundamentally, to fix it at this divine chaos that's to much to bare, just move, the snake it's so demanding lurking down to sale me as if my product is a sin. No, I won't delude into the illusion of realities, a sincere play is good for me away defining the Baggins from the others, or this flowers from the grass, would bushes compare when they all share the cake of this new day? Hum, it has been a while.   


02/26/2021 12:10 PM 

π•·π–Žπ–’π–‡ 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 π•·π–Žπ–’π–‡

Trigger warnings: Self Loathing. mentions of death. SELF-HARM implications.  "WHY for one fvcking second can't you be normal?"Arlene's father belowed out. At this point in her life she thought she'd be used to the judgement from her father, thought it wouldn't break her heart - but here she was, doing her best to keep herself from reacting in any way but emotionless. She flinched, hating herself for showing any sign that he was getting under her skin. It was almost like a game to them now, her mother used to defend her but now all the woman did was sit in silence - letting the war rage on between the two. Waiting to see who would back down.Neither did. They'd always depend on her to put out the fire while the both left in a huff."Am I ruining your reputation dearest father?" Her voice sickeningly sweet, almost spitting out the last word. "Does it really matter what I do? Didn't I over hear you tell your friends I was dead to you?"Her father had let out a huff, red in the face as if he was about to explode on a whole different level. It almost made Arlene grin. But something ached in her, a part of her remembered when she was daddy's little girl. A star eyed child who'd wait for him at the door when she was younger, always wanting to be by his side. Even cried in family portraits if she wasn't sitting in his lap. "I've got no time for this foolish behavior. Unlike some people I keep this house intact."Before the teen could even say anything her father had left in a huff.  She slumped herself into her seat as she looked now at her mother."I wish you two would just get along Arlene, you're not even trying anymore." Her mother's sweet tone rang in her ears,"There's only one thing we can actually agree on..."She spoke in a low hushed tone now."We both want me dead."Hearing the slamming of whatever utensil her mother was holding was deafening."NOW! Don't you dare start that again."She could hear the hurt in her mother's voice, if she'd turned around she would probably see her eyes watering, body trembling.A tug on her sweater's sleeve, healing scars, stitches that would remind all of them of her accident. When did she start feeling like this? When did she believe it was acceptable to erase herself from this world?"It's fine. I'm fine."Without waiting for a response Arlene peeled herself away from her seat, bag in hand, leaving an untouched plate of food for her mother to toss away before making a bee-line to the  front door making her escape.She didn't want this conversation with her mother for what felt like the millionth time.They both knew she was anything but fine. "Another lovely morning with the parents, eh?"A familiar voice broke her away from her thoughts. Her frown slowly turning into a small smile."They hate me. "She sighed, tugging the strap of her bag over her shoulders."Makes it easier, I suppose."Arched brows thrown her way."Easier for what?""Easier for me to join you." 

S.E.C. Members

02/25/2021 09:27 PM 

February 2020 Drabble

Love is in the air. Valentine’s day is just around the corner and dreams are coming true. Does your character have a special someone that they are planning to spend the day with? Does your character dread it? What are their plans? We would love to see what you come up with!You can post your drabble here if you wish to! They must be submitted by 2/28 by 11:59pm, preferably EST. 

S.E.C. Members

02/25/2021 09:27 PM 

February 2020 Drabble

Love is in the air. Valentine’s day is just around the corner and dreams are coming true. Does your character have a special someone that they are planning to spend the day with? Does your character dread it? What are their plans? We would love to see what you come up with!You can post your drabble here if you wish to! They must be submitted by 2/28 by 11:59pm, preferably EST. 


02/25/2021 08:32 PM 

c.s - social media presence.

hi angels ! one of the things i always get asked about my character is what has she done in the media? so, i wanted to make a complication of tweets, interviews, alongside of tmz posts for seline, basically, all of her "viral" moments that were broadcasted in 2020, so, this is basically if like, you were searching up her name during 2020. enjoy. ✨        * npcs: ava ambrosia.

neon judas.

02/25/2021 08:32 PM 

only in the shadows.

  she's afraid he doesn't exist. tangible only in the indents of the pen in the guestbook. absent minded hands turn it toward her, crack the spine and fingers crawl over the markings, wanting to pull something … more from it's aging pages. she tried not to want this so much, him — nothing good ever comes from a boy whose cheekbones are that sharp.    they'll always gut you.he's only a few rooms away. closer than usual so teresa can shake the dark unsettle from her body. she can see the room from her office, curtains pulled tightly closed, windows reflecting the orange safety lights in the parking lot, rome's neon sign preventing any real rest from taking place.she wants to let him sleep. wants to leave him alone. wants to run her fingers over his jaw and pull him as close as she can. she wants to crack open her ribs ... because maybe he'll find it comfortable enough to make a home.  but wanting was a serrated knife and she's never been forgiven for it.carefully, she locks the office behind her. it's quarter til five in the morning and joey'll be in in two hours, until then she decides to enter room twenty four — allows for the violent thump of her heart to bruise the inside of her chest and she pulls back the covers.( see: tear / see: open / see: swallowed )she disarms the panic that bites into her when she crawls in bed next to him, fights the flight response that scratches down her legs.jeremiah is peaceful when he's asleep. worry lines were ironed out and the corner of his mouth were upturned just enough to be mistaken for a smile.she's afraid he doesn't exist. tangible only in the shadows that belong exclusively to rome. kept with the motel's bodies and secrets, choked by the reed. gentle fingers run over his chin, those dangerous cheek bones and finally over his chest. greedy hands pull her body against his and she closes her eyes. there's a bad feeling that settles into her gut when she touches him, an uneasy roll of electricity when she feels his chest against her.maybe, she thinks, if she ignores the rising sun she can ignore him leaving too.


02/25/2021 08:29 PM 

* up in flames.

he ignited a fire inside of first, it starts off as a π…π‹πˆπ‚πŠπ„π‘πˆππ† flame, until the the π…πˆπ‘π„π˜, orange colored, smouldering embers engulf inside of my sternum, and it’s like i don’t have the capability of being able to control the rattling wind inside of me, it π‘π€ππˆπƒπ‹π˜ circled, raging faster and faster until thick, wisps of wind caused the ππ‹π”πŒπ„ of fire to create choking clouds of noxious smoke inside of my lungs, there was a 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐄 of pain inside of my body and it wouldn’t go away, and the growth of the rise and fall of my chest needed π€πˆπ‘ to feed the blood inside of my heaving lungs, but instead, all i could see was the smoke billowing into my rib cage, and i π‚πŽπ”π‹πƒπ’𝐓 breathe. ( help me! ) i screamed until the life of those red, orange, and yellow colored π…π‹π€πŒπ„π’ slowly descended, compositing into ashes.i could remember the cigarette smoke that wafted between his lips just like a kiss. he tasted like nicotine.i tried hiding his box of cigarettes several places inside of our home. on top of the refrigerator. inside of my drawer in the master bedroom. in the kitchen cabinet. on top of the highest shelf inside of my closet. nothing worked.i could feel his tongue twisting like the arm’s of a spider festering the silky gossamer of a web, entangling me in the rapture of his love, and i didn’t realize what he left me with: a heavy heart, and tar coated, ash filled lungs.and it was all from second hand smoke.tell me, is there beauty in death?because i tasted hell inside of me.just like the devil, he embedded his horns into my skin and built a wall with my bones and a bed with my flesh, and i swear i felt him bathing in my soul.who knew hell could taste so sweet?

Halifax Members

02/25/2021 08:13 PM 


ONE POINTPost an IC status on the stream.Share the daily post from the main page.TWO POINTSCommenting on the daily post from the main page. Something encouraging to bring new members inCommenting on each other's status postsCommenting on other members photos (screenshot required)Commenting on other member's drabbles. Minimum of 2 sentences.Sending a WANTED role to the mop.Posting a 5 song playlist to the #playlist channel on discordTHREE POINTSSubmitting a confession about another member to the MOPFIVE POINTSEvery reply sent (screenshot required)Cleared owes list (screenshot required)Recruiting a memberTEN POINTSEvery starter sent (screenshot required)Completed profileEvery written drabble

Halifax Members

02/25/2021 08:07 PM 


001. DRAMA. We will not be tolerating any type of out-of-character drama. If you have previous issues with another member of the group, keep it respectful. If you need to keep your distance, do so in a kind way. Be sure you let an admin know if someone is causing you any type of distress so that it could be addressed appropriately. 002. POINTS. Each member will need to accumulate a minimum of 50 points by the end of the month. You can find out the list of ways to gather points here. They could not be any easier to snag, so don't be intimidated. If at any time you want to know where you are ranked, you can check your standing here. I will try to update them as often as possible but never be afraid to ask at any time.003. ACTIVITY. It should not need to be said, but here we go. This group is only as successful as you make it. Everyone is here to write, and no one should be left hanging. You need to have THREE storylines, and an updated owes list. We will be checking the owes lists periodically to make sure that no one is left hanging for over a month. If we find that you are not actively writing, you will receive one warning before being removed from the group.004. HIATUS. We understand that sometimes life happens and you need to take some time off. If you would ever need to take a hiatus, you must send a message to the MOP with the length you plan to be gone. If you need to be away for more than a month, we will remove your character from the group and you will need to reapply upon return.005. STATUS STREAM. The status stream is a great way to keep in touch with one another. It is NOT a substitute for your activity. Be sure that when you see the main page posting something, you are commenting on it and sharing it. It helps outsiders see how amazing and active we are, and it shows the new recruits that we are a welcoming party.006. CHARACTER CHANGES. Character changes must be submitted to the MOP for admin approval. You must list the changes you wish to make and the reasoning behind them. Admin has the right to deny changes. If changes are granted you must wait four [4] weeks before you can request another change.

POD Archie

02/25/2021 07:01 PM 

Alternate Realities? PODs And Posers
Current mood:  accomplished

The POD's have been jocked off and on over the years by different people. In the beginning, it was typically former members who just would refuse to leave or accept that they were no longer a POD. But once the group moved here. There were wars, fights and disputes. And the former King made a few foes. But the PODs are not truly an RPG in the sense, we do not have activity rules. Our rule is if the account gets deleted by the site. Then that part is up for grabs.  Generally out of respect, we do not fill parts of those who are deceased.  We have now come up with a solution on how you can find out if you are friends with an official POD or a Poser Only DillyDollying.  There will be a code changed weekly that actual members can get access too. It maybe numbers, a Phrase or even a joke.  No less ask the person you are writing what the code is.  Then refer to Amy or a King or Queen at the time. To validate it, Now the reason we do not Blacklist any accounts. Due to fact, that is one of many reasons. These people or person. Constantly copies us or joins with out even asking.   Cause at one time a person accused us of all being one person. Which meant we would constantly just be talking to ourselves.  Due to that event, we banned the use of blacklisting. Just as there are those in this world who want harmony and peace. There are also those who want discord and war.   Another thing that makes us PODs different from other RPGs or Groups. Is if you don't like one of us. That does not mean for any reason you can't be friends with any of us. Also please take note we will not be two-faced to other members. But we may choose to accept the fact you might just be our friend, not their friend. Cause guess what people we are adults here. This is not Mean Girls 3. The POD's is about building a place where we all can have a second family. All former members are always welcome to return and be with those who wish to still have them in their lives. If there are any members you don't want in your life. Just block them. Keep your remarks to yourself. It is just that simple. Also, remember only group leaders are required to add all members. This rule is set in place so those who do lead. Should be able to get along with all members.If you can't than leadership may not be the right role for you. Also If you sincerely feel you are being cyberstalked. Reach out to your local police cyber division. We, by all means, will always work with the authorities. But we will not tolerate another just saying a person is a stalker. Guess what if your truly being stalked that is a crime. And most who commit it go typically a year in prison for a first time offender. Go to the police. I am stating this due to one member I will not name out respect. Claims she has been stalked for ten years. If that is true you only have yourself to blame for not taking actions to stop it. Our goal is to create a none dramatic atmosphere. Were we all only surround ourselves with those who matter to us. And those who respect and live by that code. WIll always have our protection if needed. This restructuring based all on our history. From lessons, we learned from the past. And the best way to possibly build a fair and inclusive environment for all.Just as 2020 taught us no system is full proof. So if you have an issue reach out to Amy let her know.  Because the POD's have never truly just been about this person or that person. But about a coven one that has survived the sands of time. No matter how many tried to ensure it wouldn't.  Thank You POD Archie 



02/25/2021 04:43 PM 

new love.

You swore off love because every relationship in your past left you bruised and scarred, battered and broken. You told yourself that it wasn’t worth it to let your guard down, that everyone was the same and you’d end up right back at square one. You had your heart ripped out of your chest so many times that you forgot what it was like to feel anything other than dread - love was a distant and foreign concept to you now, and though a piece of you wanted to remember the happiness you once felt in the presence of another, you didn’t know how.You told yourself that it was easier to be alone, easier to not let anyone in close enough to see the most vulnerable pieces of you. Your heart was too fragile to be let down again after all of your previous attempts, and it wasn’t worth the risk.You swore up and down that you wouldn’t fall in love.Until he came along.You tried to deny your feelings for him. You tried to tell yourself that it’ll never happen, that he wouldn’t feel the same. But then he smiled, and the butterflies in your stomach came to life after years of extinction, and suddenly everything that was once dull and lifeless, bloomed with a radiance of color that you had never seen before.Every cheesy love song reminds you of him and that smile, and your heart feels like it’s ready to burst out of your chest from the amount of love you feel for him. You can’t get his laugh out of your head, and his f***ing eyes… you could stare into them all day.Your love is still new, but it’s real. You leave things unspoken, but words won't ever compare to the way you look at each other in the late hours of the night when no one else is around. You share kisses under the covers, and your limbs are wrapped up comfortably with one another, and for the first time in a long time, you feel okay.You feel at home. ♥

Pixie Dust

02/25/2021 03:54 PM 

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