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🌺 ʀᴏsᴇ α΄˜α΄‡α΄›α΄€ΚŸ 🌺

12/01/2022 12:28 PM 

🌺 Rose Petal's Rules 🌺
Current mood:  accomplished

● 1ST & ONLY ORIGINAL ROSE PETAL JANET AUTUMN WOOD-DALLAS SINCE NOVEMBER 17TH 2022● NO DRAMA ZONE, RUDE BEHAVIOR, OR BULLYING ALLOWED β— PROUD MEMBER OF OUR FAMILY & ALLIES RPG● PLEASE READ MY BLOG BEFORE ADDING ME● I WILL ONLY BE ACCEPTING MEMBERS OF OUR FAMILY & ALLIES RPG● THREE'S COMPANY VERSE● PROUD WIFE & MOTHER β— VERY HAPPILY MARRIED TO MY VERY HANDSOME HUSBAND LAWRENCE *LARRY* MALIK DALLAS● I WILL NOT ACCEPT ANY WRESTLERS, ANIMES, S&L, TEEN WOLF, SOA, TWD, TWILIGHT, OOC MINORS, DRAMA KINGS OR DRAMA QUEENS, OTHER RPGS, OR ANY FORBIDDEN VERSES● I WILL NOT ACCEPT ANY OF THESE FOLLOWING FACES: NO AMBER HEARD'S, MEGAN FOX'S, PHOEBE TONKIN'S, KRISTEN STEWART'S, MILEY CYRUS', MATTHEW PERRY'S, KANYE WEST'S, JUSTIN BIEBER'S, JEFFREY DEAN MORGAN'S● I WILL NOT ACCEPT OR TOLERATE ANY RACISM OR BULLYING ALLOWED AT ALL β— I ALREADY GOT MY MAINS● SHIPS LARRY AND JANET, AND ALSO SHIPS JACK AND CHRISSY

𝔐𝔦𝔑𝔫𝔦𝔀π”₯𝔱 𝔐𝔦𝔰𝔱

11/30/2022 11:37 PM 

Midnight Mist

Legal Name: Cassandra Wu-San CainAdjusted Legal Name: Cassandra Wayne Identity: unknownSpecies: HumanAge: 18-25DOB: January 26thBirth Place: BludhavenCurrent Residence: Gotham Alias(s): Bat Girl, Orphan, Mist, The Nothing, Black BatSex: Female Gender: Female Pronouns: She/Hers/HersSexual Orientation: Bisexual Relationship Status: SingleAbilitie(s): Advanced Hand to Hand comabat, Dragon Style Kung-Fu, The Falling Leaf Technique (only known by her and batman), Body reading ability** (Superhuman), Hyper investigation and stealth.**Due to her up bringing and her dyslexia Cassandra is not the best at either, instead she learned to communicate through reading body language which keeps her the best at fighting and reading her family.

Doctor Emerson

11/30/2022 11:30 PM 

Basic Profile

Name: Cohnri Alec EmersonAge: 31 yrsDOB: February 7thPOB: Philadelphia, PennsylvaniaRace: Human/Mutated Lycanthropy Sex: MaleMedical Condition: Heart Arrhythmia, Anxiety DisorderOrientation: Bisexual, male leanEthnicity: White/CaucasianNationality: AmericanOccupation(s): Doctor/Scientist/Zoologist/Biochemist Eyes/Hair: Blue/Dark BlondeHeight/Weight: 5'10"/156lb.Body Type: Slender, Lean, Athletic Skin Tone: LiteHobby(s): Science Stuff, Surfing, Running, Sketching, Painting, Reading, Poetry, Swimming, Piano Playing, Rock Climbing, Champing, Visiting Zoos and Museums.Music: JazzColor: GreenFood: Italian  

Doctor Emerson

11/30/2022 11:21 PM 

Heart Arrhythmia Condition

Heart arrhythmia (ay-RITH-me-ah) is when your heartbeat is irregular or out of rhythm. This might mean a fast heartbeat, a very slow heartbeat, or “palpitations” (where your heart beats very hard, fast, or irregularly for a short period of time). The impact of heart rate changes can vary a lot. Some people may not even know that anything is wrong with their heartbeat, while other people may experience pain, discomfort, dizziness, breathlessness, and/or anxiety as a result of the changes in heart rate.

RoleplayingGirl

11/30/2022 11:09 PM 

Story Concept: Love & Chains

Love & Chains is an exclusive and word of mouth only club. The club itself is a lesbian - bdsm heavy - club that requires an invitation from a member to even step through the door - though finding it would be hard unless someone took you there. Tucked away in a small commercial area, there is no signage, no indication that there was a club here. The door has a sliding peekhole where the bouncer would check and then let individuals in.Love & Chains has several explicit rules:Everything had to be consensual. Though not required, it was not unheard of lifestyle partners providing the club with a copy of their bdsm contracts to indicate everything was mutual. At any time, one of the staff is allowed to pull aside a sub and - through a series of questions - ensure that everything is safe, mutual, and fun. Dominatrixs who violate said agreement are banned for life. In addition to the bar, Love & Chains has several play rooms, a dance floor, a sitting/eating area, and a small stage for occasional displays. There are also several various classes taught to better assist the community.Non-members are allowed if brought as a guest. And one doesn't have to be a member of the bdsm community to join. There are many women who are more vanilla that are there. It's a safe haven for females no matter their preferred bedroom fantasy. The main character Rachelle is the bartender at said establishment.It is said that Rachelle is part owner of the club though it's not completely certain. Nor is her status in the society of bdsm. On one aspect she holds herself with confidence but at the same time, she has never hit on anyone or indicated she dominate. Those who go to the club know that she is not one to be steamrolled. And in some cases, it is her - not the bouncer - that has tossed out unwanted individuals or those who broke the club rules. It could be she doesn't actually participate - as there are several women who are more vanilla and not into the kinkier avenues.Additional details on Rachelle:She's in her late twenties/early thirties. Reserved but can be fun and witty. PairingsRachelle is the main character that I'll play though obviously this is a bit more immersive world so other characters might be interacted with. I'm a little open on how to play her. She is not a docile sub nor a overly aggressive dominatrix. In some ways she doesn't really participate in the day to day "play" that most members do. But that is probably because she works there.I do see her teaching some basic courses, going over various things.She's not 100% dominate nor 100% sub. I can really switch her character depending on the story. She might be neither and more into lighter aspects. Please message me if you're interested in playing with her and we can discuss details.

WWE Headquarters

11/30/2022 08:50 PM 

Roster
Current mood:  accomplished

Will go here

Felicia

11/30/2022 08:09 PM 

On Love and Relationships

  On Love and Relationships Phoenix Down Resources /1234567 Spider, we were... together. And now, I can't -- I can't remember what your face looks like. What your name is! Felicia  hardy  doesn’t  trust  relationships .  every  relationship  she’s  had  in  her  life  has  gotten  her  hurt  whether  it  was  romantic  or  platonic .  there  are  days  she  thinks  her  good  luck  powers  come  at  the  expense  of  her  personal  life  because  the  luckier  she  is  in  heists ,  the  luckier  she  is  in  a  job ,  the  worse  her  personal  life  seems  to  get .  this  has  left  her  keeping  people  at  arms  length  to  not  only  protect  herself ,  but  to  protect  them  as  well  . it  started  when  her  father  disappeared .  when  she  got  attached  to  him ,  believed  he  was  the  hero  of  her  entire  world .  and  then  one  day  he  was  just  gone .  that  had  been  the  start  of  her  distrust .  if  her  father  could  just  leave  then  who  else  would  actually  stay ?  surely  that  meant  she  couldn’t  trust  anyone . she  dated  in  high  school ,  had  plenty  of  flings  and  boyfriends  and  girlfriends .  she  played  it  fast  and  loose .  sex  was  for  enjoyment ,  dating  was  for  fun ,  and  love  wasn’t  anything  she  though  about .  it  was  all  about  enjoying  herself .  it  wasn’t  about  attachment .  attachments  were  dangerous  and  she  wasn’t  interested .  and  she  was  able  to  keep  that  up  for  years .  it  wasn’t  until  college  that  she  let  herself  try  to  be  with  anyone .                   and  that  had  been  the  biggest  m i s t a k e  of  her  life .           ryan  had  changed  the  entire  course  of  her  life  . felicia  had  truly  believed  he  would  be  good  for  her ,  that  she  could  be  happy  with  him .  and  for  a  while ,  she  was .  happy  enough  that  she’d  wanted  to  take  things  slow .  too  slow  for  his  liking .  so  he  took  what  he  wanted  and  left  her  alone  in  her  dorm  to  handle  the  trauma .  left  her  to  try  to  sort  through  what  had  been  done  to  her .  alone  to  let  the  pain  fester  to  the  point  she  decided  to  learn  to  fight  and  take  back  her  life .  it  had  set  her  on  the  path  to  being  black  cat .  the  turning  point  in  her  life .  the  one  event  she  could  point  to  and  say   (  it  was  that  ) . but  she  kept  it  to  herself . she  retreated  into  herself ,  walls  built  higher  than  they  had  ever  been ,  and  she  poured  herself  fully  into  the  idea  of  thieving .  she  crafted  a  name  for  herself ,  created  a  persona  that  couldn’t  be  damaged .  not  really .  felicia  hardy  became  hard ,  known  for  being  heartless ,  cold ,  distant .  and  she  was  completely  fine  with  that .  she  didn’t  need  anyone .  she  was  a  one  woman  army  and  she  dared  anyone  to  change  that .  but  then  peter  parker  walked  into  her  life  and  turned  it  upside  down . a  whirlwind  romance . for  a  moment  in  time ,  felicia  thought  that  maybe  someone  had  found  a  way  through  her  walls .  a  wall  crawler  who  knew  just  how  to  get  to  her ,  who  made  her  feel  like  she  was  something  more  than  she  had  believed ,  that  maybe  everyone  didn’t  just  leave .  and  then  he’d  taken  all  of  that  away  from  her .  he  had  been  cruel .  he  had  made  sure  to  let  her  know  that  this  wasn’t  permanent  because  she  wasn’t  that  type  of  girl .  she  wasn’t  the  type  to  settle  down .  and  she  hadn’t  fought  him  on  it  because  it  just  proved  everything  she’d  believed  since  she  was  a  little  girl . always  the  bridesmaid .                                never  the  bride .   when  things  ended  with  peter ,  felicia  swore  off  relationships .  she  didn’t  want  anything  serious .  they  were  nothing  but  a  distraction  that  kept  her  from  fulfilling  her  potential .  and  if  she  kept  her  guard  up ,  she  could  use  her  wiles  as  a  weapon .  and  wasn’t  that  better  than  having  it  used  against  her ?  flings  were  often .  a  quick  f*** ,  a  fast  shower ,  and  out  the  door  before  she  even  felt  tired .  that  was  the  way  to  do  things .  that  kept  her  safe  and  focused . but  it  left  her  lonely . because  of  her  distancing  herself ,  felicia  finds  herself  extremely  touch  and  affection  starved .  it  isn’t  something  she  notices  until  it’s  forced  to  her  attention .  soft  touches ,  gentle  kisses ,  things  typically  reserved  for  lovers ,  for  partners ,  for  those  that  were  more  than  a  one  time  thing .  all  of  those  force  her  to  recognize  that  no  matter  how  much  she  pretends  to  not  want  anything  permanent ,  there  would  always  be  some  part  of  her  that  needed  more  than  one  night  stands . which  means  that  felicia  finds  herself  quick  to  fall …  and  god  does  she  fall  hard .  she’s  a  true  cat …  feed  her  once  and  she  keeps  coming  back .  show  her  that  you  truly  care ?  you’ll  have  her  eating  out  of  the  palm  of  your  hand .  but  it  will  take  her  ages  to  admit  that  she’s  falling .  while  she  may  seem  to  have  no  trouble  latching  onto  labeling  a  relationship ,  she  does  have  trouble  admitting  that  she  wants  it  to  be  something  serious .  when  she  realizes  that  she’s  fallen ?  often  she’ll  turn  self  destructive .  she’ll  point  things  out  that  aren’t  healthy ,  try  to  remind  her  partner  that  she’s  no  good ,  that  she’s  damaged  goods . it’s  easier  to  push  the  potential  pain  away  than  let  it  devour  her  when  she’s  not  looking . while  she  sees  herself  as  the  worst  partner ,  she  has  trouble  seeing  the  bad  in  her  own  partners .  because  of  her  past ,  she’s  willing  to  look  past  a  lot  as  long  as  they’re  affectionate ,  not  abusive ,  and  make  her  feel .  when  she’s  in  a  relationship ,  something  she  wants  to  hold  onto ,  she  clings .  when  she’s  tried  and  failed  to  push  them  away ,  she  looks  past  so  much .  in  a  relationship  she  is  soft  and  needy  and  doesn’t  know  how  to  express  this .  she  doesn’t  know  how  to  ask  for  more  affection  or  attention .  she  demands  it  with  action .  she  uses  sex  to  show  she  cares  because  it’s  what  she  knows .  and  she  showers  a  partner  with  gifts  because  she  wants  them  to  see  she  cares . felicia  doesn’t  need  a  relationship .  but  when  she’s  in  one ?  she  realizes  just  how  lonely  she  is  and  once  she  tries  and  fails  to  push  someone  away ?  she’s  in  until  she’s  left  behind …  again . Created by Patriot

Felicia Hardy,Marvel,Spider-Man,Comics

The Real Hawkeye

11/30/2022 07:03 PM 

TTB - November Drabble

“Hey Hawkguy,” the large man said as Clint opened the door to leave the building’s rooftop, “Thank you.” Clint nodded, a little stunned to hear emotion on the man’s voice. Clint had been neighbors with the man he knew only as Grills for several months now, and though the two of them spoke almost daily, it was never anything emotionally vulnerable. They usually talked about the weather, or New York. Sometimes Grills tried to talk about sports, and Clint was humor him even though he really didn’t care. Sometimes Clint tried to talk about his time with the Avengers, and Grills humored him even though he didn’t really seem to care.But somehow, slowly, through dozens of beers shared over Grills’ burning grill (why was he always grilling? Did he not have an oven or a stove?) the two men became friends. Friends in the way two adult men become friends, with hardly any personal information shared between the two of them.It was over beers last week, though, that Grills had told Clint his father was in trouble. Some big company was trying to buy up the block, and they were trying to muscle Grills’ dad out of his home. Grills seemed pretty upset about it, even though he played it off as not a big deal. Clint was sure most people would hate to see their childhood home torn down. Clint’s childhood had been so rotten that he’d always wanted to see that little wooden shack burn, but he felt for Grills.It hadn’t taken much, just a nighttime visit to the headquarters for this big company. Clint didn’t think of it as blackmail, or threatening, just a heart-to-heart with a fat cat CEO about how much his corporate moves were hurting a poor old man just trying to live his life. It turned out the CEO was a big fan of anyway, or at least knew enough about Clint to know not to mess with him.And so, the calls had stopped coming to Grills’ dad, though Clint had never told Grills he had interfered with the matter. That’s why the sudden sign of gratitude from the large man really took Clint by surprise. “Thanks for what?” Clint said back, his hand still gripping the heavy door to the stairs.“I didn’t tell anybody else about that problem with my dad,” Grills said, a slight grin on his face. “You’re the only one that knew. And just like that, it went away. So whatever you did, thanks.”Clint waved it off: “Don’t mention it.” And just like that, the two men were best friends. Clint didn’t have many friends who weren’t superheroes. It felt good. 

π€π―πžπ«π² 𝐋𝐲𝐧𝐧

11/30/2022 07:01 PM 

What are you doing now..?
Current mood:  wanted

Avery was so sick and tired of feeling like this. For the past couple of weeks she's felt like sh*t. Like Failure. She feels like it's all her fault that he left her. Right now she's in bed looking through her notebook full of songs trying to find one that she could edit, and try to publish. But they were all songs about Aystin, and not like sad sappy songs, they were songs from when they were together. The songs she wrote when she felt happy. She wished she still felt that way, but she was broken and upset. She felt like she was going a bit insane, because one night, she was called to perform at a bar that was not that far from her house. She agreed to do it, and as she was performing she swore she saw her ex lover. She saw a tall male with the same ocean blue eyes he had, covered in tattoos. But she knew it wasnt him, because when he came to see her perform, he would be right up front watching her. She wished he was there to watch her, to see how she was doing, to cheer her on. He told her that she could call him anytime she wanted to, but she didnt have the guts too. She wanted to catch up with him, she what he was doing, and how hes feeling. But she couldnt. She continued to read the lyrics she wrote from old songs and she hated them. She picked up a pen and flipped to a clear page. She was going to write a song about Aystin, but this time its going to be about how she feels now. First she had to come up with the actual music for the song. She grabbed the guitar that was sitting next to her and began to play a few chords to try and find something she liked. It took her a while, but she found some she liked. Once she got it down she started humming to the sound that came from the guitar. After a while, she found the melody she liked, then she picked up her pen and notebook and began pouring her heart out into the lyrics. She started with the first verse writing down sentences about how she could never find anyone else like him, and how he meant everything to her. After she wrote the first verse, she began to strum her guitar and sing the lyrics she wrote down, “I saw you at the back of my show last night, standing underneath the glowing exit sign, but I know it wasnt you though, because you were usually in the front row.” After she sang it to see how it sounded she realized she could change it a little. She took her pen and scribbled out the verse, she rewrote it in a different way. It took her a minute but then she liked it. She began to sing it once again quietly to herself, ‘’I saw you at the back of my show last night, standing underneath the exit sign, I know it wasnt really you though, cause you were always in the front row. And I’ve been looking for love online, and maybe some of them are real good guys, they’re never gonna be like you though, you set the bar above the moon so.’’ She figured she liked that better, and she continued to write, and write, she poured her heart out into those lyrics. Once she got it all figured out she sang the song to herself. Once she got to the bridge she felt tears form in her eyes as she sang, “Are you with somebody? Should I even care? Know your not as happy as when I was there in your faded T-shirt that ive kept this long, I still hear you laughing when i put it on.. I know..’’ She took a deep breath before she continued, “I dont wanna be 20-something, and still in my head about.. 17 in my bedroom talking, you said that by now wed paint the walls of our shared apartment, your still everything I want and I think we could work it out. So what are you doing now?” She liked the way it sounded, she sang the whole thing to herself over and over again. Once she knew it was finished, she messaged her manager, “Hey, let me know when your free, because I got a song I want to put out.’’  

Horrorcore Redneck

11/30/2022 05:38 PM 

The Walking Dead: Rise of the Dogmen (Epitaph)
Current mood:  crushed

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Vannacutt Institute Survivor

11/30/2022 05:04 PM 

House On Haunted Hill Mains Needed

Dr. Richard Benjamin Vannacutt-Eddie Baker- Taye DiggsSteven Price- Geoffrey RushEvelyn Price- Famke JannssenDr. Donald W. Blackburn- Peter GallagherMelissa Marr- Bridgette WilsonStill working on this. But there are two connections for the verse.Sara Wolfe- https://www.roleplayer.me/ObsessedSurvivorDr. Abigail Vannacutt- https://www.roleplayer.me/TaintedInnocence

Symphony of Destruction

11/30/2022 05:01 PM 

Girls Just Want to Have Fun!
Current mood:  savage

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β„Œπ”’π”©π”©π”Ÿπ”¬π”²π”«π”‘

11/30/2022 03:31 PM 

Taking of River Run feat:Wolven Steel

The commotion as events unfolded not lost on the Targaryen prince. The quick scuffle for retaining power a sound he had heard many times before. There would be no room for error, no room for resistance, this matter would be finished. Aemond kept his blade held tightly in the grasp of his slender fingers, nearly flushed of color as his hand tightened. Things were in their favor once more, now the only thing to see it through would be to finalize the demotion of the head of house Tully. His thoughts interrupted as Arryk moved through the throne room along with a handful of Northern knights. "My Prince, the north has joined us. Together we've taken care of Riverruns troops that still took up sword against us."Aemond made a simple nod of his head as he kept his focus on where Lord Tully had been mere moments prior. The thoughts of piercing his throat still fresh in his mind. His shoulders rose with a deep inhale as he turned to face them. “Assemble everyone in the courtyard. There is a message that needs to be sent.” He spoke quickly, his words dripping with authority as his feet began moving towards the same door he had entered moments prior. “Lord Arryk bring my Princess to the courtyard as well, stay by her side at all costs,” he ordered before taking a look back at the emptying throne room towards Oscar. “Have someone bring the young Tully Lord as well. He will need to witness this.”The fire of his fury had been capped in that moment but had yet to be extinguished, no he was not one to calm himself as easily, a trait he was sure he shared with the dragons his family continued to ride. Feet nearly stomped along the stone beneath them as they lead him towards the courtyard, his face met with the same rain which had graced him with its presence not long before. The knights of houses Targaryen and Stark lined the way as the remaining Tully forces stayed on their knees.Aemond’s eye locked with Lord Elmo Tully who was on his knees in front of Ser Eryyk. A wave of pure anger taking over him as he looked for Vhagar. The dragon roared to show its strength as he moved toward her. He stopped to pause a moment as he stood mere inches from the disgraced head of house Tully, taking in the sight of his face plastered with fear before turning to the men which lined the courtyard.“Men and women of the North. I Prince Aemond of house Targaryen stand before you today as the conquer of the frey. Riverrun has now been taken from the traitor to the crown by the name of Lord Elmo Tully,” he spoke, his words venomous as they echoed through the crowd of silence as he turned towards the young heir, “the lands will remain in the Tully house with the rise of a new ruler Lord Oscar Tully. House Targaryen will not punish the entirety of Riverrun for the actions of its misdirected leader.”The prince showing a facade of a forgiving nature, one which would ultimately gain the support of the remaining Tullys. “All members of house Tully wishing to swear fealty to their rightful ruler, King Aegon, second of his name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the first men, Lord of the seven kingdoms and protector of the realm. Will be shown the same mercy. All those who do not wish to do so, step forward and join your Lord in death.” The words dripping from his lips as a harsh fact. Aemond knew that none would willingly step into the next life with the Gods but he supposed it would be improper of him not to suggest such an offer.Aemond watched the crowd as, like he suspected, no one stepped forward. Taking a step forward he turned his attention fully to Elmo Tully, only allowing his eye to shift a single moment as he looked to his wife who stood at his side. “Lord Elmo Tully, In the name of Aegon of the House Targaryen, Second of His Name, King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm, I, Aemond of the House Targaryen, Prince of the Realm, sentence you to die."Taking a step back Aemond looked up at Vhagar who stood at attention a brief moment before his eye met Lord Tully’s one final time, “Dracarys.” 

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11/30/2022 03:30 PM 

Fight Me//feat Morning Star

Aemond was simply there. He understood the confinements of ones emotions, having experienced them all to well himself, he understood the pain, the hurt, the anguish she was facing and he knew based on knowing her that there was truly no way she was going to allow others in to help her through them. A fret he albeit knew just as well. When his own father had passed Aemond focused all his attention on his idiot brother. Finding him within the city walls, making sure he understood the pressures that he was now about to face by being crowned King. Focusing on anything and everything he could to distract himself from the loss he knew he needed to face.He had thrown himself into strategy. Doing everything he could to be able to gain the numbers needed for his brother to defend his throne from their sister and her bastard children. In truth Aemond was sure even in that moment that he never fully came to terms with his father’s death, much like the idea that he never truly gained his fathers approval during his lifetime. Visery’s had a well known love for his children in the eyes of his subjects but in truth he had a singular favorite and that was Rhaenyra, which became quite more prominent as he aged.He supposed deep down that was a rooted reason as to just why he hated his sister as much as he did. She was able to do whatever she pleased, even against tradition and rules and still able to get away with it, to always have the approval of their father at her back. In Visey’s mind Rhaenyra could do no wrong even when she had in deed done so. While Aegon drank away his feelings and his sisters proceeded to mourn the loss of their father Aemond just slipped into the same pattern he had always done which was to study, to train, to better himself, to make the realm proud of their prince.Shaking himself back to reality as they reached her chamber doors he felt the soft pull of her as he moved from his side, attempting her best to do things independently. Even in that moment when he knew she needed someone to be with her he did not pry, he did not push the issue. He understood her. As she moved from his arm he turned on his heels, giving her the space he knew she needed only to be stopped in his tracks by the soft sound of his name crossing her lips, “Prince Aemond…” He turned back to face her, his face searching to uncover what exactly she needed in that moment as she spoke, ”Goodnight.” The single word slipping past her lips as she closed the door behind her. Aemond simply nodded his head in her direction before heading back to the events of the evening.As he entered the ball room he quickly noted the unhinged mumbling of those around him, quickly speculating why the woman was no longer with him. The rogue prince tossing the girl aside after such a short period of time, oh the poor girl. Aemond rolled his eye as he made his way towards the head table, quickly stealing the chalice of wine from its perch, taking a quick swig of it before he felt the soft hand of his mother on his shoulder. He swallowed roughly as he turned to face her, knowing she wasn’t going to like what he had just done. Her eyes focused on him, speaking the question silently. His fingers idlely fidgeted against the gold pattern he held in his hand as he cleared his throat, trying and failing to find the words to explain.A low chuckle interupted both of their thoughts as Aegon stood from his position beside them, “oh dear brother I envy you,” he spoke groggily causing Aemond’s brows to furrow as he followed the direction of his eyes towards the four Baratheon daughters who moved along behind their father in his direction. In most cases Aemond had no desire to deal with the hurtles of courtship and its many annoyances. But in this case he welcomed the distraction from his mother, even though he knew it would be temporary he would gladly move with the challenge, giving him time to think of his next words. Aemond placed the chalice down on the table as he opened his arms in a welcoming fashion to the head of house Baratheon, “Lord Barros, it is truly a pleasure to see you here this evening,” he started much to the displeasure of his mother. Barros wasted no time in introducing his daughters, each of them different from the last in an attempt to make each of them more desirably from the last. Aemond bowed his acknowledgments towards the ladies as they curtsied in response.Alicent moved to brush them off only to be cut short as Aemond spoke, “Might I have this next dance Lady Ellyn?” he questioned only to be met with a wide smile from the girl who stood before him. He could nearly feel the daggers shooting from his mothers eyes as he made his way towards the dance floor with the young girl on his arm. The mumbling of everyone in the room quickly shifted from Astrea to the young Baratheon girl, which is what he had strived to do, a shame really it didn’t take too much to distract these people. The night continued on with Aemond avoiding his mother for as long as he could, hoping that he could at least get through the evening.-----A few days had gone by since that night. Aemond was able to avoid his mother for nearly a day and half before he was cornered and forced to give her the details of what happened. Understandably she was upset, he could read that much from just her face, but she needed to trust him. He had his own way of getting things done which clearly did not align with her own methods. Aemond had grown up studying the ways of his elders, his father, mother and grandsire, each of them moving in completely different directions while ultimately having the same outcome in mind. In that moment Aemond had to figure out just which direction to turn to.Making his way through the courtyard he planned to go through his morning training sessions with Ser Criston, a schedule he had kept over the years, unfortunately he was met with such commotion he doubted this schedule would be upheld. Moving to stand beside his mentor he watched as Astrea fought against the young knights. In his understanding of the moment she was completely unhinged, attempting to do anything and everything in her power to push her emotions down, or even release them in a way that wouldn’t be considered weak. It was strange to him just how similar they were and how much of those similarities he was just now understanding.“Again! I’m not done with you. Get up, draw your sword and fight me!.” Aemond took a quick look between her and the knight on the ground. Taking in a sharp breath he moved to grab his own sword, focusing the attention on himself rather than the disheveled knight as he attempted to flee. Turning his full attention towards Astrea he stepped in front of her, “if you’re looking to fight someone...fight me.”        

Felicia

11/30/2022 01:48 PM 

[ C H A P T E R ] Re. Noir Verse

  The black cat is the place to be in 1930′s new york . no where else can you rub elbows with the high class while sipping on liquor that somehow tastes like it was made by the gods . and certainly is there nowhere else you can guarantee the cops won’t bother taking down because felicia hardy has them in her pocket . how ? maybe it’s something to do with the fact that that she’s on again and off again with journalist benjamin ulrich who has dirt on every politician who has dared to breath wrong in the city . one wrong step to try to take down her speakeasy ? the entire city would know about every affair , every bribe , and every crooked higher up that had ever held office . safer to just let a little speakeasy fly under the radar , right ?   everything was working exactly as needed ... until she witnessed benjamin ulrich’s murder . from that moment , everything changed . his files and blackmail fell into her hands , leaving her a target . captured by the goblin , she was interrogated about the location of ulrich’s files . the last thing he wanted was for the files to make it to the public and he would do anything to make sure they stayed hidden . with felicia in tow , the goblin fled to the sewers at spider-man’s intervention ... but he would not get far before being killed by kraven the hunter in a fight that revealed spider-man’s identity as peter parker . a secret that felicia swore to take to her grave . soon after the goblin’s death , felicia leaked ulrich’s files to the press , finally getting revenge for ulrich’s death and making sure that new york’s corrupt elite could be taken down . an action that resulted in spider-man approaching her . she questioned his reasoning for tracking her down , worried that he’d learned of her past with the goblin and was questioning her reliability . instead , he presented her with a picture he’d found of felicia and ulrich when they were together ... a trinket to remember him by . the gesture was enough to help felicia find closure ... but was also enough to leave a mark on her heart , a soft spot for peter parker . but their lives were worlds apart . she ran a speakeasy with soft ties to the criminal underground and he was spider-man . far too good for her . but that didn’t keep her from pining . pining that was quickly noticed by a would - be suitor , crime master . a man felicia had rebuffed advances from time after time who still chose to frequent her bar . an intimidation tactic , she assumed . all bark and no bite . oh how wrong she was . after a fight with sandman turned deadly , peter stumbled into her home from an open balcony and felicia , forever weak for peter parker , allowed him in and nursed him back to health . but crime master had eyes everywhere and had decided that if he couldn’t have felicia hardy , he would make sure no one else would ever want her . he waited for peter to leave her home , waited until she was alone , and attacked . he brutally beat her , leaving her nearly lifeless on her own carpet , before breaking a mirror and taking a shard to her face . he left her lying in her own blood , face disfigured ... and with only enough energy to call for help . when she awoke in a private clinic , felicia was faced with the reality that her face was scarred for life . the only saving grace had been that the shard of glass used to cut her had been sharp and straight . the wounds had been easy to close but would leave her with scars even the best makeup couldn’t hide . afraid of the way her clientele would react to her injuries , she donned a white mask that she would wear in public , building her person around it . by 1940 , she had become comfortable enough with her features and herself to join forces with spider-man as the white widow , helping defeat the shocker and preventing weaponized suits from being sold to nazi germany , ensuring there would be no advantage in the coming war .   (c) made by creativian  

Noir Verse,Verse Information,Felicia Hardy

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