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Oakley

10/26/2021 05:48 PM 

Depts

I owe them Hanna 10||24They owe meBaz 10||24Updated 10||26||2021

Sang

10/26/2021 05:12 PM 

SANG OWES

I OWE YOU:Arizona 10/26/2021Flynn 10/26/2021Micah 10/26/2021You owe me:Fallon

GucciKing

10/26/2021 12:36 PM 

Adoption paper

1.What will my last name be?2.How old you want me to be?3.What will you do if i get bullied?4.What would you do if i was sad?5.if i was SICK what would you do?6:will i have siblings?7.Can i have a pet?

πŸ”ͺπŸŽƒ нαℓℓσωΡΡη яΡvΡηgΞ΅ πŸ”ͺ

10/26/2021 04:02 PM 

πŸŽƒπŸ”ͺ Halloween Revenge's Rules πŸŽƒπŸ”ͺ
Current mood:  blissful

● 1ST & ONLY ORIGINAL HALLOWEEN REVENGE MICHAEL DON MYERS● PROUD MEMBER OF OUR FAMILY & ALLIES RPG β— NO DRAMA ZONE OR BULLYING ALLOWED β— I WILL NOT ACCEPT S&L OR SMUT β— VERY HAPPILY MARRIED TO & DEEPLY IN LOVE WITH MY VERY BEAUTIFUL WIFE BRENDA KAYE THORN LEGION-MYERS IF YOU ARE SINGLE AND LOOKING DONT BOTHER ADDING ME CAUSE I WILL NOT CHEAT● PLEASE READ MY BLOG BEFORE ADDING ME β— I WILL ONLY BE ADDING MEMBERS OF OUR FAMILY & ALLIES RPG β— I WILL ONLY ACCEPT VERSES THAT I KNOW OR THAT IM FAMILIAR WITH β— I WILL NOT ACCEPT OR TOLERATE ANY RACISM AT ALL β— I WILL NOT ACCEPT ANY OF THESE FOLLOWING FACES: NO ANGELINA JOLIE'S, AMBER HEARD'S, MEGAN FOX'S, PHOEBE TONKIN'S, MILEY CYRUS', TAYLOR SWIFT'S, MARY-KATE, ASHLEY OR ELIZABETH OLSEN'S

Wicket

10/26/2021 02:01 AM 

Nightmare on Cherry Lane

Nightmare on Cherry Street   Wicket /1706817 Dustin sat there on his bike next to his sweet Suzie. She was so beautiful and brave. She barely knew Lucas but she was right here with them. He had to admire her for that. She didn't have to be here but she was. She was definitely a keeper. Dustin snapped out of his inner thoughts just as Mike looked in his direction. Mike started to talk about what was happening.He listened intently to Mike. It was hard to bring his thoughts under control, but he knew he couldn't let them run free. Mike was right of course. They owed it to their best pal to get off their collective asses and actually do what they do best. Doing anything without Lucas was going to be more difficult than anything he ever imagined. Dustin grew introspective for a moment. He didn't want to do this but something snapped inside of him. Someone had the audacity to take their friend away from them! Who was it and what gave them the right to do that? It was like a fire had ignited inside of Dustin's soul. His rabid imagination started to run forth with all the strength of a freight train.Mike took off on his bicycle heading in the direction of Cherry Lane. Dustin started to lift the foot so that he could go, but he stopped to look towards his girlfriend. That bicycle was still a piece of garbage. He didn't say anything to her. His look spoke volumes. He was so thankful that he had Suzie in his life. He had gravitated toward her when they were in camp because they were two halves of a whole. He didn't have to say anything. It was like they knew what one another was thinking. He must have been thinking or staring too long, because she had already taken off to follow Mike. He followed her trying to catch up with Mike and Suzie.~*~Cherry Lane had been just as he remembered it. Dustin could see all the cherry trees and the houses that looked like they were straight out of a Norman Rockwell painting. He inhaled to smell the cherry blossoms, but all he could smell was the coppery smell of blood. Dustin felt a wave of nausea run through his body. This was his buddy's blood that he was smelling right now. He looked like he wanted to vomit, but he kept it down. Dustin had smelled blood before, but this was the first time he'd smelled it from someone he knew. He made eye contact with Suzie in front of the black and yellow police tape. He climbed off his bike to join her."Can you see anything?" Dustin asked. He waited for Mike to join them. He knew they were going to need to go beyond the tape to see what had happened to their friend. Normally Dustin would have been the first one to break open the police tape and take the trip, but he was still a little hesitant. He didn't care about getting himself in trouble. But what worried him was getting Suzie in trouble.A stray thought entered his mind. Dustin had just taken Suzie to go see The Goonies. It had been a movie full of adventure with mostly kids that were close to their age. They could go into the forest and follow along a path that would lead them to a cave that had buried treasure. That would be the fun part, but they could also go into the woods to find a huge cult of devil worshipers who preyed upon children. Dustin's imagination was very active and right now it was running in about 700 different directions. He put a hand on Suzie's shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. It was to let her know he was alright. He was ready to find out anything about who had killed his friend.Although aliens swooping down and trying to invade Earth was still a possibility in Dustin's mind, he wondered if maybe the Russians were still lurking. It was really something that they couldn't completely rule out as ludicrous as it might seem.  "I Am On A Curiosity Voyage, And I Need My Paddles To Travel." credit: james kriet

Agent Awww Nooo

10/26/2021 01:22 PM 

Legacy

Clint remembered what it was like, to learn to use his bow. Trickshot had started teaching him at first as a joke. An idle way to pass the time as they traveled the country, until Clint had shown promise in it. Then Carson had wanted him to learn seriously, to make an act out of him. Trickshot had taken Clint on with both hands, Clint had practiced till his fingers bled. For every shot he missed, Trickshot had cracked the whip, literally. Clint would go to bed at night with a bleeding back until the day he no longer missed. He could make any shot, see the angles and the odds.Its perhaps for this reason that he took any shot that he counted as a miss as a massive failure of his character. That it made him weak. Just another guy with a bow. He had failed today, a shot meant for Steve had almost made its mark. Clint had fired once and missed, just as rapidly he had fired another and stopped it, but he couldnt get it out of his head. He didnt think anyone had noticed, but he did. Thats why he was in the gym now running on the tredmill when he should have been in medical with the rest of the team. Why he had turned off his comms. He couldnt hit himself with a whip and he didnt want to. But the need to somehow punish his body was so deeply ingrained in him that he just kept running. Even when his lungs were past burning. Even as his legs felt like jello.He made a misstep and went flying backwards into the wall. Trickshots laughter ringing in his ears as he lay there. He slowly got to his feet and took a deep breath, sweat pouring off his face. He stumbled his way through Shield, heading for the range. His night wasnt over yet. He wanted to crawl into bed with a bottle for company but he wouldnt. No he would spend his time making sure that it never happened again. He would make that shot over and over until he got it perfect.....until he was perfect again.

Oliver Leeβ„’

10/25/2021 12:05 PM 

About.

WIP.

Oliver Leeβ„’

10/25/2021 12:01 AM 

Rules.

WIP.

The_Shadow_Man

10/25/2021 11:52 PM 

kinks

100% Primal (Hunter)100% Owner100% Brat tamer100% Exhibitionist100% Sadist100% Rigger100% Master/Mistress100% Degrader98% Voyeur97% Dominant94% Experimentalist92% Masochist77% Daddy/Mommy56% Primal (Prey)49% Switch48% Boy/Girl46% Brat40% Submissive36% Rope bunny36% Degradee28% Non-monogamist25% Slave23% Pet20% Ageplayer11% Vanilla 

Dark Princess Aria

10/25/2021 09:05 PM 

Halloween Horrors

If you think Chucky, Freddy or even Michael Myers was bad... You may want to think twice crossing me. I'm the shadow of the nightmare, your darkest fears and the one to take your soul. The names Aria and I'm an immortal vampire and your normal killing tactics won't work. So if you wish to role play let me know.

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10/25/2021 08:16 PM 

AC #14: 3 Days, 2 Nights, Room 612

[THE DRIVE - London's 21st Birthday Weekend] “Dad, why the hell am I still wearing this stupid blindfold? You do realize I know we’re in Salem, right?” London forced a laugh, partially embarrassed, but excitement was clear in her tone of voice. “Yeah, but you don’t know where we’re staying,” Armani couldn’t believe he had made it this far. He had the custody battle years ago but still insisted on making up for lost time with his daughter. He had promised her, since her birthday falls on Halloween, that they’d take major trips for milestone birthdays, and this was the first he was truly able to be a part of. On her sixteenth birthday, Armani had gifted her his McLaren. Beyond thrilled to be able to treat his daughter to a weekend away from New York City, where she lived now and went to college, made Armani the happiest he had been in a while. He turned forty this year and had been clean for a little over seven years now. Armani and London were happy and things felt right, as if nothing could possibly go wrong… until it did. “Thank you for letting me do this for you, London. I know you wanted to go out and party with your friends this weekend, but,” Armani began but was quickly cut off by London. “Dad, my birthday isn’t until Sunday anyway. It’s fine. We’re all going drinking next weekend. I’ll be fine here, with you, having the f***ing times of our lives!” One thing Armani and London had in common was their love for the supernatural. Always respectful. It was practically woven into London’s veins to love Halloween and the darkness of the night, especially given her father’s involvement in several cults over the years, his love for Halloween, and some questionable ex-girlfriends. He claimed to have dated an actual witch, but London assumed it was one of his delusions from his schizophrenia.  [NIGHT ONE.] “I think we managed to visit every metaphysical shop in Salem,” “Isn’t that the point, dad? C’mon, we’re in SALEM! I swear to GOD I’m bringing at least THREE shrunken heads home!” “I guess so, but you need to get some sleep. We both do. I’m too old for this sh*t, girl. And you better not, London. That sh*t ain’t nothin’ to f*** with.” “Whatever, dad. What are we doing tomorrow anyway?!” “Tourist sh*t. Going to see the Salem Witch Trials memorial, the Witch Museum, Count Orlok’s Nightmare Gallery, and of course the filming spots from Hocus Pocus. I’ve got it all planned out. Try not to worry too much, London. Your old man still knows how to have fun.” “For real?! Damn, maybe I should cut you some slack, huh? Love you! See you in the morning, dad!” London waved to Armani, wandering into her bedroom for the evening. It was difficult for London to fall asleep despite smoking with her father earlier. If she was going to smoke, he’d prefer it be with him. She was excited and ready to venture out, see what Salem really had to offer. She had debated moving to Salem at eighteen but ultimately chose New York City instead. After twenty minutes of tossing and turning, she finally drifted off to sleep. Jumping up from a deep sleep, London glanced around the room quickly, pulling the blankets up up and over her chest. Taking a few deep breaths, she could have sworn she heard the sound of a child screaming in her ear. “What the f***? Man, I gotta stop smokin’ weed with him. His sh*t is way too strong. Crazy ass old man... Sh*t got me thinkin’ I smell apples for real,” She mumbled, turning back over, and resting on her right side, facing the door now. It led to Armani’s room, thankfully. She felt a little safer that way.  Closing her eyes, London settled back into bed and fell asleep. Hours passed and she remained asleep. She didn’t dream, but that wasn’t unusual, until something, someone, woke her up, yet again. Jolting awake, London tossed off the blankets and ran her hands over her slender legs in a panic. “What the f***?!” She shouted, loud enough to wake Armani up, and he immediately rushed into her room seconds later. “What happened?! What’s wrong?!”  Pulling her legs to her chest, London shook her head. “I thought.. I felt.. I felt someone touching me, grabbing my feet first.. I tried to kick them off of me but I felt like I couldn’t move, dad. Then they were touching, almost like.. playing with my hair and touching my face and..” She shook her head, chewing on her bottom lip, then glanced over at Armani who now sat on the edge of her bed, placing a larger hand on her shoulder and giving it a soft squeeze, offering her a small amount of comfort. “It was a woman and she.. She was dressed in all white.. I don’t know what the f*** we smoked but I’m good for the rest of the trip.” “Don’t blame the weed for your overactive imagination, London. It’s probably ‘cause you researched this place the second we got here. It’s all in your head. Your own dreams are messin’ with you now. Just close your eyes and go back to bed, okay? I love you,” And with that, Armani stood and exited her room, both unbothered until morning.  [NIGHT TWO.] “I cannot believe you bought a shrunken head, London,” The disappointment was clear in Armani’s voice. Although he did think owning a shrunken head was quite cool; he almost regretted his daughter being as… fearless and unafraid of what negative spirits could be attached to such objects. “Dad, calm down. I don’t think she’s real! She’s cute though. We even got the same hairstyle, and eyes.. Lips, too.. She’s hot.”  “So, what you’re telling me is… that narcissism is an inherited trait, hm?” Armani joked and London shot him an unamused look.  “This is why you’re forty and unmarried, dad. You can’t just say things like that.”  Armani scoffed but he couldn’t argue. Maybe his lame jokes were the reason he was still unmarried. ”Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that, dad.” London quickly apologized, hoping she hadn’t been a bit too harsh with her joke.  “Nah, you’re good. Just means you get more money whenever I drop dead, probably sooner than later.” He winked at London and she rolled her eyes. Not like he was wrong. She didn’t like when he joked about death – his death. She had spent enough time away from her father whenever her mother had passed and her grandparents were granted full custody of her. Thankfully, after years of fighting, he had won the case and they had been reunited and had practically been inseparable until she left for college.  “I’m done with your sh*t. Good night, dad! Love you!” London was a lot like Armani. He could see it every time she spoke, how she moved, her thoughts, how she loved to paint, and create her own clothing. From a young age, Armani knew she was going to be a part of the fashion industry in some regard. She loved a camera and the camera loved her. She modeled, too. Despite everything both had gone through, their love and bond had never faded. This was the perfect, ideal life Armani wanted. He could care less about a wife at this point in his life. All he cared about was London. Well, London and his new dog - Julius, another Doberman.  Evening fell and London was able to sleep much better than the previous night, or so she had thought. The same touching began, the gentle tugging of her feet, and eventually the twirling and twisting of her messy mix of light brown curls. She hadn’t changed them much, lightening them a bit from when she was a child, but overall keeping her curls natural – thanking her father for such a beautiful pattern. “Mm, stop,” There was silence for a few moments, followed by sobbing, then screaming.“I said, stop!” A chuckle could be heard from on top of her, directly in her ear, deep, and demonic in tone. It immediately sent a shiver down London’s spine. This time, however, London laid on her stomach. Fully awakened by the sound of the laughter, she felt as if she couldn’t move. Like no matter how hard she fought, nothing could be done. Whoever was on top of her was far heavier than she was. “Get off of me!” London screamed, “Get the f*** out of here! Dad! DAD!” London cried out, tears now streaming down her cheek. “DAD!” She screamed, then gasped, eyes widening as a burning sensation  Within seconds, Armani burst through the door, managing to turn on the lights, and scooped London up in his arms as he joined her on her bed. “What’s wrong, baby? What’s wrong?” He asked as if he was coddling a toddler but he couldn’t help it. London was his baby, after all. Immediately, London threw her arms around Armani and held him close, sobbing and shaking uncontrollably. “Make the laughter stop, make it stop! And the crying... the incessant f***ing crying!” She sobbed. “What happened, London?” Armani sounded concerned, but there wasn’t much he could do. Not until she calmed down. “I told... I told it to stop, dad! I told it to stop laughing! And I..” London sucked in a few deep breaths, bottom lip trembling as she did so. “It scratched me for screaming for help, it hurt me, dad!” Gently, Armani reached around and pulled back the back of London’s shirt, eyes widening the second he noticed the beginning of the three very prominent, raised and bleeding, marks trailing down from the back of her neck.   [DEPARTURE.] Sobbing into her father’s chest, London was done with her experience at the haunted Hawthorne Hotel and room six hundred and twelve. “I want to go home, dad! Please, please, I don’t care! I can’t do this! I can’t do this anymore! I can’t stay here! Make the disembodied voices f***ing stop!" London shouted, unable to calm down, hyperventilating through her cries.  “We can go, baby. I’m so, so f***ing sorry…” While Armani never doubted the spirits and demons, this was not the experience he had been looking forward to with London. Alone, he could handle it. But scarring his daughter in the process? What sort of father was he? Suddenly, Armani was sitting up in bed, shirtless, dripping in sweat. Had he taken his shirt off? Glancing down at his chest, he noticed the three same lines that had covered the entirety of London’s back. London. Where was she? What time was it? What day was it? Reaching over, Armani took hold of his iPhone and tapped the screen.  “October 31st, 2021. 3:33 AM.”  It was a dream. It was all a f***ing dream…

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10/25/2021 07:56 PM 

Dust in the Wind

TTB October Drabble Dust in the Wind WindWalker; /1699344 Sam Wilson had been through a lot. He's seen active combat with the United States Air Force. He also operated with Steve Rogers as part of the Avengers. He never imagined that one day he would face a real life nightmare.Ever since Sam had become an Avenger he was used to facing multiple enemies who were all trying to kill him. It even started before Sam became an Avenger when they were trying to save Bucky Barnes. Steve Rogers was the type of guy that drew all men to him. Sam couldn't help but cast his lot in with Steve Rogers when the time came.It was a hell of a ride. He had been in that first group after Sokovia that had joined the Avengers. That group had been trained by Steve and by Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow. Those were exciting days for Sam. He felt invigorated. It was far better than basic training had been when he joined the Air Force. He was a part of a greater whole with the Air Force. That was something that had given his life meaning. He loved being a part of the Air Force. It had cut him to the quick however when he lost his wingman Riley. So when Steve needed help to find his wingman, Sam had not hesitated. Now here he was all these months later about to embark on another adventure.He took on the name of Falcon. It was the name of the gear that he had used. His drone Red Wing looked a lot like a falcon. He adhered to the rules perfectly because he was used to this sort of lifestyle being a former Air Force man. He actually still did a few missions on the side with the Air Force as Falcon. This was when he met Joaquin Torres and began a quite fruitful partnership.The Sokovia Accords has been the biggest monkey wrench thrown into a good situation that Sam had been involved with during his entire career. To make a long story short, some of the Avengers wanted to follow orders. Some did not. Sam was in a group that followed Captain America. This debacle had ended up sending him as well as several others to the Raft. He never thought when Tony Stark saw him in prison he actually would give up Steve Rogers, but Stark had promised that he was going to help Steve. After all was said and done, Rogers came and set them all free. Clint Barton and Scott Lang took deals because they had families. Sam didn't have an immediate family of his own. All he had was his sister and her two sons. He went underground with Steve.Two years later, Sam found himself in the country of Wakanda. Invaders from space had come to set their vengeance upon the Earth. The leader was known as The Mad Titan Thanos. Sam was never one to back down from a fight. He jumped right in there and was fighting right alongside Bucky Barnes taking out as many as he could. Something suddenly felt wrong. Everything felt wrong.He had lost sight of Barnes several hours ago. He had been in the air with Jim Rhodes when he started to feel something was terribly wrong. Sam landed several feet from where a large gathering of Avengers had been. Sam watched as Bucky Barnes turn to dust in front of him. That was when he felt it. He looked to his right hand and then his left watching as his body disintegrated slowly. Bit by bit, piece by piece, his body was being dispatched by forces beyond his control. His mind was still as sharp as ever and he was afraid for the first time in his life. Watching himself as he vanished into nothingness was the worst kind of nightmare that anyone could ever imagine.Feeling yourself coming back together was a strange sensation for Sam Wilson. Just as he had seen parts of his body turn to dust and float away, those parts were coming back together again. He had no idea what had just happened. "Sam." The voice he heard was that of the Wakandan King. "Ready to save the world?"Sam Wilson did not hesitate. He never hesitated. "Let's do this!" Sam felt stronger than ever. At this point he had no idea how long he had been gone. He just knew that when he disappeared he reappeared in Wakanda. The fight wasn't over by any stretch of the imagination. Sam was ready to get the job done. Wherever Steve was, the fight was. Sam was ready to go at a moment's notice.  credit: james kriet

Ally

10/25/2021 06:13 PM 

PLOTS

* cheerleader & coach* cheerleader & football player* babysitter & child's father* babysitter & older brother* roommates* neighbors* landlord & tenant* step siblings

TEST

10/25/2021 05:41 PM 

test test

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Carter.

10/25/2021 04:33 PM 

AC 14 // Elevator Game

Carter liked taking the stairs to their room, but Aurora didn’t. He often teased her for her laziness, but she didn’t seem to care. On one particular ride back to their room, Aurora suggested they play the elevator game. Carter didn’t know what that was, nor did he have any desire to play whatever it was.“We aren’t five,” Carter sighed.“It’s not like that,” Aurora replied, pressing the fourth floor.“We’re on the sixth floor, why did you press four?” He questioned, reaching toward the sixth floor button, but Aurora slapped his hand away. Aurora proceeded to press the second-floor button. “We’re not going to our floor yet.”Carter rolled his eyes as the elevator descended to the second floor. After the doors opened on floor two, Carter quickly pressed the sixth floor button before Aurora could stop him.“Thank you,” Aurora smiled. Carter couldn’t understand why, but he just wanted to go back to their room.The elevator doors opened on their floor, and Carter started to walk out of the elevator, but Aurora pulled him back in. “We aren’t done yet,” she said and pressed the second floor button again.“This is childish,” Carter whined as the elevator doors closed again.Once the elevator descended back to the second floor, Carter turned to Aurora. “Now what?”“There’s no tenth floor,” she muttered and stared at the buttons. “I have an idea.” She pushed the first floor button along with the basement 1-0. “This isn’t going to work,” Carter leaned back against the wall as the elevator ascended. The elevator opened up to an empty floor devoid of any rooms. Complete emptiness. “I don’t like this.”Aurora pressed the fifth floor button. “Can’t we go back now?” Carter whined some more. Once the elevator opened on five, a woman with pale skin and a white dress entered. Carter noticed she wasn’t wearing shoes. Aurora pressed the first floor button. After the elevator reached the first floor, she pressed the first floor and basement buttons together again. “This is getting monotonous,” Carter whined. “This is it,” Aurora replied.Aurora and Carter walked out of the elevator. It was dark as night. A bright yellow light flashed in the distance.“Where are you going?” the woman asked in a raspy voice.“Don’t answer her,” Aurora whispered to Carter as they continued to walked toward the light. “That’s a portal to another world.” 

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