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don't forget me.

07/31/2021 01:20 PM 

๐ŸŒธ my muses.

will go here soon.

muses, character, supernatural, fem!, demons, angels, original characters, biblical


07/31/2021 09:13 PM 

Prompt for Insufferable (Hermione)

How did it get to this point for George? He had closed himself up to literally everyone. He had left his parents place again and was back in the flat that he had shared with his brother. Days bleed into weeks and weeks bleed into months. George hadn’t been able to move on in the slightest like every one else. How was he supposed to? Why couldn’t he? He knew in his heart that Fred would want him to, but he couldn’t.   It was his birthday, his first birthday without his twin. And he was angry that he had to go on with this day without his brother. The redhead went to bed in a bad mood and woke up the next morning in the same bad mood. For a guy who likes to lighten the mood usually, he wasn’t able to pull himself out of this funk. Would anyone be able to? He highly doubted it.   When he woke, it was 5.30 am, he couldn’t sleep any more, not that his body let him since he had been agitated all night, knowing what could happen today of all days. He would be bombarded by his family with celebrations. George knew that they were only going to try and make him feel better, but he was so deep into his depression there was no use.    By 7 am, a few owls had arrived with letters. “Just go away” George said storming out of his room, shooing them away. He picked up the letters and threw him on the counter. Why couldn’t they just leave him alone on this day of all days? He didn’t want to be celebrated without his brother.   When he get into the kitchen, he was shaking and couldn’t focus, whatever he could get his hands on went flying, damn near destrying the kitchen. It got loud and he didn’t hear the door open. It was Hermione coming in to see if he was alright. The Weasley’s didn’t dare to come and see George right away so Hermione had offered to go see him. It was a good thing that it was no one else. The site before Hermione was a broken man. “Oh George” She said as she saw him slides down the kitchen wall, lending with a hard thud on his ass.   George looked up at Hermione, face streaked with tears. “Wh.. what are….” He couldn’t even finish as Hermione nearly flew over to him and wrapped her arms around him, not caring about the kitchen in this moment, it wasn’t important.   Feeling Hermione’s arms around him made him flinch but he leaned into her. “I...I can’t. I’m not sure” George couldn’t get a sentence out, having a horrible time trying to calm himself down. “It’s alright George” Hermione soothed. This was weird for George. He knew Hermione liked to help people, make them feel better, but not usually George since he had rarely been down like this. But since the war, he had been down.   “I… I can’t get out of my head…” HE shook his head, sobbing. He wanted to curl into himself, but Hermione made that impossible since she was still holding on to him. “What is going on in that head of yours?” Hermione asked, tryin to get him to open up.   George shook his head, finally getting himself free and bringing his knees to his chest, resting his face on his knees as he wrapped his arms around his legs “My… my mind is a in a dark place. You don’t want to be there” Was all George could say. He didn’t want other people knowing what his mind was like, it was a very dark place. He didn’t even want to be in his own head. “George” Hermione started.   “Don’t” George nearly shouted. “Don’t tell me I need people.” He glared at Hermione. “What I need is what I can’t get back” It hurt to say that aloud. He didn’t want to say it either. “You think you know what it’s like, but you don’t” He shook his head as Hermione tried to speak. “Today of all days you just had to come” He looked away   “Your mother is worried about you. So is the rest of your family.” She gently reached out, placing a hand on George’s shoulder “You need them just as much as they need you. Today isn’t about just you. It’s a way to celebrate you and the life of Fred” Hermione’s lip started to quiver “Your mind doesn’t have to be in a dark place if you can get some help”   “Get help?” George said as he jumped up, shaking furiously. Hermione realized what she said. “George. I… I didn’t mean”   He glared at her “Yes, yes you did! Now get out.” He took her by the arm and walked her to the door of the flat and gave her a push out, closing the door and locking it. He rested his head on the door, holding back a sob.   My mind is a dark place. went through George’s head It had gotten to the point that he wasn’t even sure what he could do.  


07/31/2021 05:43 PM 

Addition Task: Playlist

Kenzie's Must-Haves 2021Luke Combs - Forever After AllCarrie Underwood - Before He CheatsMartina McBride - I'm Gonna Love You Through ItMiley Cyrus - The ClimbMimi Webb - Good WithoutTrain - Marry MeMadison Beer - Emotional BruisesBritney Spears - SometimesTaylor Swift - You Belong With MeShawn Mendes - If I Can't Have YouCher - If I Could Turn Back TimeCher - Believe


07/30/2021 09:27 PM 

Spirit Week Task: Outfit

Lillian Shepherd-SH-Homecoming-

07/30/2021 09:06 PM 

Diary Lillian Shepherd-Short Story-
Current mood:  creative

My name is Lillian Shepherdand I am a member of The Order as I believeย there is one faith and one true religion as well. Alex Shepherd is my onlyย child and I was never been able to have another baby and sadly I can't evenย recall last time I see my son been too long now I wish he would come home.ย I don't even know where my husband is either Adam Shepherd they bothย seem to be missing and since both are missing home seems empty withoutย them both. I pray to the true religion that both men will come home as I sitย and wait day by day at the window waiting for my men to come home andย will I greet both happily when I see them both are still alive and well. ย 


07/30/2021 09:01 PM 

spirit week task: Recipe

Deep Fried OreosIngredients: 2 quarts vegetable oil for frying1 large eggโ€‹โ€‹โ€‹โ€‹โ€‹โ€‹โ€‹1 cup milkโ€‹โ€‹โ€‹โ€‹โ€‹โ€‹โ€‹2 teaspoons vegetable oilโ€‹โ€‹โ€‹โ€‹โ€‹โ€‹โ€‹1 cup pancake mixโ€‹โ€‹โ€‹โ€‹โ€‹โ€‹โ€‹1 (18 ounce) package of Oreos. Directions: Heat oil in deep-fryer to 375 degrees F (190 degrees C).Whisk together the egg, milk, and 2 teaspoons of vegetable oil in a bowl until smooth. Stir in the pancake mix until no dry lumps remain. Dip the cookies into the batter one at a time, and carefully place into the hot frying oil. Fry only 4 or 5 at a time to avoid overcrowding the deep fryer. Cook until the cookies are golden-brown, about 2 minutes. Drain on a paper towel-lined plate before serving.


07/30/2021 08:34 PM 

spirit week task

County Fair '21Jason Aldean & Carrie Underwood - If I Didn't Love You Mary Lambert - She Keeps Me WarmMiley Cyrus - Plastic HeartsDolly Parton - 9 to 5Luke Combs - Forever After AllTaylor Swift - Teardrops On My GuitarCarrie Underwood - Before He CheatsKelly Clarkson - Because Of YouMaroon 5 - She Will Be LovedLady Antebellum - Need You Now

Mayor Laura B.{M} Charles B.

07/17/2021 07:59 PM 

her bio

sorry to bother you but, i think i will keep history where luke rapes her but she married him anyway because she was young pregnant with lucky and erased the rape from her mind then maybe Charles was there or finds out about it makes her realize what luke done raises lucky as his own then lulu mine can be charles daughter and then the starvos thing he kidnaps her and years later luke teams up with Charles rescuing her but she hid nikolas until lulu was born needing bone marrow

Lillian Shepherd-SH-Homecoming-

07/30/2021 07:12 PM 

The Order-Silent Hill
Current mood:  creative

The Order, also known as the Organization and simply "the cult", is the principle antagonistic organization of the Silent Hill series. They are a religious doomsday cult and secret society residing within the town of Silent Hill, Maine and have expanded into other towns across the region, such as Shepherd's Glen. It is possible that some of their members exist scattered throughout America, as well as the rest of the world; Toby Archbolt, for example, once went to Mexico. They are very mysterious and there is limited information on them throughout the series. With the exception of Silent Hill 2 The Order are prominent in all Silent Hill games created by Team Silent. The Order believes they are the "one true faith" and "one true religion", and that all other religions on planet Earth are deceptions and false lies. It is ambiguous if this is true, or if it is make-believe fantasy manifested by the ancient power of Silent Hill. It is also unknown how much of the Order's mythology and beliefs are actually rooted in truth, or merely man-made fabricated fantasies and fables used to brainwash its followers. The Order has their own set of "holy" books and scriptures which they claim is the word of God, a sun deity often depicted as female. The Order believes these writings are "truth" and were "divinely inspired", using phrases such as "And God said...". Whether these books are truly "holy" remains unknown. Who wrote these scriptures and for what purpose is currently unknown. It also remains unknown if the writers of these "holy" books and scriptures truly believe in them, or simply wrote them in order to manipulate and control followers. They also have their own set of prayers. The Sect of Valtiel, one of the branches of the Order, has forced children into reading these scriptures worshiping their sun God every Sunday. The continual indoctrination of children, who lack critical thinking skills and are unable to question and challenge the adults, is primarily how the Order continues to survive and operate over centuries in an unending cycle. They use their extensive influence, propaganda, manipulation, fear mongering and divine claims to entice members to join them. The cult's seal is known as the Halo of the Sun and is often used or seen in the presence of cult members, particularly while conducting rituals. The Order is involved in esoteric occultism, black magic, dark art, arcane rituals, and blood sacrifices, among other things.

๐™๐™ค๐™˜๐™ &๐™๐™ค๐™ก๐™ก

07/30/2021 05:21 PM 

What the hell - Sample/Drabble/ starter work.

Drabble/Starter/Sample. What the hell - Avril Lavigne. Theme: Fun/Distant boyfriend/Hidden surprise. As requested, I will make the boy rather hidden so that anyone reading - Male can imagine that this is him. It was asked, so I plan to go through with it. So if I don’t go into detail on this guy, you know the reason for it. You say that I’m messing with your head.All ‘cause I was making out with your friend.Love hurts whether it’s right or wrong.I can’t stop ’cause I’m having too much fun. We all have something to say about the other gender. Nice or not, it all comes to the same thing, nothing good or bad depending on how you raised yourself to live. However, what we cannot see is the reason for their action. Everything is done because of what someone else did or how they came to be raised - Even a child can grow into something evil should you treat it like trash. That was the thing Moira often thought on. To her, men do not differ from animals, which wasn’t a bad thing considering she slept around with them pretty often. Behind her point of view she was raised to not trust people, no matter how kind they appear to be in this life. A boy toy is something to keep her mind off things. She had no intention of keeping them around or stay around. Then that one boy will come out of the radar and make her think - Okay, this isn’t too bad. She’ll enjoy their arms around her and smile to herself. Then something stupid happens and Moira will be disgusted all over again. Sad, right? Too many girls don’t accept the facts of the world. As for her? She accepted, broke them, and f***ing made her own facts. Who cared if they were just into her body, anyway? This was just for fun. The early morning sun peeked through the dark and messy motel room. Hazel eyes squinted, but seemed to be less sleepy than she was giving off. On her side, away from her partner, she rolled to her back and ran a hand through her messy hair. The red strands sprawling out over the pillow. Movement from the other side rolled to meet her and her face moved to greet him with a small smile. “Mornin’.” She mused not bothering to wait for him she rolled out of the bed in her black lace underwear. Kneeling down to pluck the shirt off the floor, slipping it on before going over to the small desk in the room. You’re on your knees.Begging, “Please, stay with me”.But, honestly, I just need to be a little crazy. “Where are you going?” He asked on the bed, his arms folding behind his head. His eyes roaming her figure from behind while Moira threw a smirk over her shoulder. Humming in reply, she grabbed her hair from behind and pulled it out from the shirt from behind. Her gaze stared into the mirror to see her playful expression and her current partner stand from the bed. Moira smiled and leaned down to get her perfume sitting on the table, lifting it up to spray around her neck when she turned to see him. “...Hmm?” “I don’t know, why do you ask?” His hands gently pulled her closer by the waist, Moira pressed herself closer to his body and pressed it into his. Her lips only widened while she ran her hand through his hair. Her red strands tugged gently at the back in a gentle grip made her tilt her head. Turning on her go, she moved them until her hands pushed him into the bathroom. “What the f***-” He shouted at her, more surprised when the door shut on him and she locked it from where she was and leaned back with a laugh. “Moira! Open the f***ing door, where are you going?!” All my life I’ve been good.But now I’m thinking, “What the hell”.All I want is to mess around.And I don’t really care about. The only thing she did was ignore his yelling from the other end. Pushing herself off the door to find her clothes once she scanned the room she found her black tank top and skinny jeans near the bed. Grabbing both while jumping around the room to fit her jeans on. The rest of the outfit comprising her ankle boots, shoulder bag and add things inside with her gold dangling earrings and matching bracelet and necklace. The next thing she was skipping outside with her waving curls bouncing behind her back. Her head peeked to see nothing following her while she strolled down the path. Only to find that a taxi was sitting by, broke down from the steam coming from it. Moira slowly smirked and jogged to the front to get in the car. “Who the-” The taxi driver questioned only for her pressed her foot down before he could stop her the taxi speeding down the road with two men chasing her from behind. If you love me, if you hate me.You can’t save me, baby, baby.All my life I’ve been good.But, now what the hell.What? What? What? What the hell? Moira turned on the radio and ‘What the hell.’ Covered by the sounds of angry men from behind, only when she looked out the window she noticed him follow her on the bike and shook her head at him. Then she faces forward again only to see him riding beside the car. Her lips twitched, the car recklessly skidding down the road unevenly, “Moira get out the car! Are you trying to kill yourself?!” He yelled at her from the car window. Her smile never left her face, even while he scolded her. Did he honestly think she was doing this for any other reason but to cause trouble? “In your dreams!” She shouted back, taking one hand off the wheel to briefly press it to her lips and blow him a kiss. Winking when she drove right past him again. So, what if I go out on a million dates?You never call or listen to me, anyway.I’d rather rage than sit around and wait all day.Don’t get me wrong, I just need some time to play. It only took her like ten minutes before she jumped out of the driver's seat without stopping the car. The taxi dove right for the car in front of it while she ran off to the near basket ball park. Her lips stretched into a comically open mouth. “...Oh, well.” She said and shrugged. It wasn’t even her car in the first place, and it would be the taxi company who ended up paying for whatever damage was made with the driver himself. When she walked into the park, she had the pleasure of meeting all the tall basketball players. “Hey boys.” Moira greeted, hazel eyes darkened with mischief while all players stopped to check her out for a second. “Moira. Been a while hasn’t it?” One of them said with a grin. She nodded her head and walked up to one player named James. “Month or two?” She guessed, her brow raising at him for a second. “Who’s counting, anyway?” The group chuckled around her and she stole the basketball for a second before walking a suitable distance to the hoop, throwing it just once for the ball to go in. “Still got it!” She said before throwing her arms in the air in a cheer, a few whistles from the surrounding team before something hit the ground near the entrance to the front gate. Moira checked around them to her her lover and blinked. “Whoops.” She uttered before running for the other side of the gate to escape.You’re on your knees.Begging, “Please, stay with me”.But, honestly I just need to be a little crazy. Moira checked everywhere for a place to hide in while he was there. The first thing she spotted was a vintage store, she loved shopping as much as anything and couldn’t help herself. When she stepped in the shop owner smiled. Her hand was thrown over weakly in greeting before she checked around the sore to see if she can find anything she liked. The shop owner watched her go further inside and shook her head at her back. Actually, this was a store she came too often with him. So he knew where it was really, but this was the first thing she thought of so it will do. All my life I’ve been good.But now I’m thinking, “What the hell”.All I want is to mess around.And I don’t really care about. On her way around she found stand filled with sunglasses and pulled out some black ones. The sound of the door ringing made her turn to see him there. Her lips stretched into a grin before she ran around the corner, throwing the glasses behind her for him to catch. “Hold that, would you?” If you love me, if you hate me.You can’t save me, baby, baby.All my life I’ve been good.But now, what the hell. For a moment she blinked and stood still with the ‘Sale’ in bright red letters. She pushed the clothes she had off the rack and made sure he was holding her new items before grabbing the ‘What the hell.’ shirt from the new rack, then she ran for the changing room and locked the doors behind her to change. Each clothing was thrown over her shoulder, making him catch her shirt and shoes and whatever she threw at him. Moira walked out of the room when he was still kneeling. Her hands straightened the top from showing some of her bra, her head looking over her shoulder to see him following her out. She smirked and rushed past the owner, “He’ll pay for everything!” She shouted before taking off in a run. La la la la la la la la.Whoa, whoa.La la la la la la la la.Whoa, whoa. Everything leads to this point. Leading him into the dark hallway of the clubroom where all the girls leaning on the wall watching him pass. Moira waved at him from the wall and wiggled her figure for him to come forward. Taking his hand, she leads him into the room where the music suddenly played for him. She jumped on stage and stood in front of the mike,” Happy birthday. Did you like your exercise for the day?” She said into the microphone with a laugh. She jumped down the stairs and looked around for him in the room. A hand came from behind her, “Gotcha.” He whispered into her ear and she leaned into him. “I guess you did.”You say that I’m messing with your head, boy.I like messing in your bed.Yeah, I am messing with your head.When I’m messing with you in bed.All my life I’ve been good.But now I’m thinking, “What the hell”.All I want is to mess around.And I don’t really care about.All my life I’ve been good.But now I’m thinking, “What the hell”.All I want is to mess around.And I don’t really care about.If you love me, if you hate me.You can’t save me, baby, baby.All my life I’ve been good.But, now what the hell.La la la la la la la la.

๐™๐™ค๐™˜๐™ &๐™๐™ค๐™ก๐™ก

07/30/2021 05:17 PM 

Miss Nothing - Sample/Starter/Drabble.

I’m miss autonomy, miss nowhere.I’m at the bottom of me.Miss androgyny, miss don’t care.What I’ve done to me. This was her story and hers alone, but she knew it wouldn’t always be like that. Her aunt used to say she guided people to her without thinking. Back then it was said venomously, but she had a feeling she meant every word when she said it. There are no happy endings from where she stood. Her life was surrounded with mystery and heartache; maybe not to where some stand. You could see this as a sob story that could easily be fixed, or you could cry with her and feel every emotion. Why did it matter? Because this was her story first, and now you’re coming along for the ride. Scotland was never filled with excitement for as long as she lived there. Which wasn’t long at all. She didn’t care for the selfish people who busied their selves in their busy everyday life. Forgetting what it means to have fun or enjoy a drink or two. No one cared for each other, not really, and behind a happy home was a cold bearing shelter. At least for her, it was. At first, she left Scotland to find things away from home after being forced to go into foster care. Then things happened, and they forced her to leave until she was twenty, it wasn’t something she desired - they suggested it to her to go back and make peace. Whatever that was. Bellshill wasn’t entirely the worst place to live in. It wasn’t dirty, at least not down by Motherwell road. The streets didn’t become busy enough to cause a crowd, but it wasn’t entirely empty either. A figure stared down from one of the rooftops to notice that tonight wasn’t so quiet either. Police cars patrolled the block she lived in. The small council homes below are built modestly, with two levels, a bathroom, two or three bedrooms, a living room, and a decent garden. By rights, it wasn’t the council's fault if this wasn’t a suitable home after all it was their choice if they wanted to make it better by their own right. Her aunt certainly never tried. I am misused, I don’t wanna do.Be not your slave.Misguided, I mind it.I’m missin’ the train. Moira Iona MacQueen slowly stood up from her place on the roof. Recently upon coming here, she had blonde hair, but she wanted to make sure no one would know who she was and dyed her hair strawberry blonde - Although this is often said to be red hair. It still wasn’t quite different from her natural hair. Her light strands are curled over her shoulder in what seemed to be a mess, the wind gently pushing her curls off her shoulder and down her back where they sway behind her rear. Her face wasn’t round but long, her forehead somewhat big, and she had hazel eyes that seemed bright with smokey eye shadow making them stand out. Her lips were painted red, but she always found them too small. Considering she had to be quick and easy to lose, she swapped whatever leather she had for some jeans and easy boots. A blacktop was covered with her red leather jacket. She had a bag with additional items thrown over her shoulder. Just in case something happened. Lifting her wrist, Moira checked the time on her gold watch - a gift. Along with her chain necklace with a protective crystal, gold earrings, and a ring with rubies inside of them. The only other thing she had been her bracelet, which she placed into her bag for safekeeping like the ring. And I don’t know where I’ve been,And I don’t know what I’m into,And I don’t know what I’ve done to me. “...It’s not like the police to be around here.” She said to herself quietly, did something happen? At any rate, she had to follow them. The one good thing about the street was how quiet it was. Back when she lived with her aunt, she didn’t like it much. Moira frowned. Then she walked back against the chimney and ran forward for another roof. Her body lunged with everything she had and grabbed onto the roof - Her boots hitting the tiles underneath her heels. Then she slowly sat up and ran a hand over her hair to put it back from her face. “Note to self; Tie back hair before jumping.” It wasn’t like her to do something so stupid. Usually she was good at this, but coming back to Scotland left her with a busy mind. She reached back and began tying her hair into a high ponytail. Then she stood up and stepped over broke tiles. Her eyes glancing down to see men below, “...Who are they waiting for?” And as I watch you disappear into the ground.My one mistake was that I never let you down.So I’ll waste my time, and I’ll burn my mind.On miss nothing, I’m miss everything. The police men calmly sipped their coffee, the chilly breeze of Scotland often known for being bad. Not as bad as some places, but rain was often on than not. “So what happened anyway?” One of the younger ones asked - The older one looked liked he was drinking soup rather than drinking any warm drink. The slurp coming from him lasted more than a second before he pulled back and wiped his mouth with a napkin. “A drunk was found dead.” Moira's mouth opened wide and her eyes widened. Her heart lunged at the thought of that woman being dead. How could that be? This never happened here. The younger man scoffed, “Good riddance.” “Hold your tongue.” The older man snapped. Watching the younger one deflate and mutter something under his breath. I’m miss fortune, miss so soon.I’m like a bottle of pain.Miss matter, you had her.Now she’s goin’ away. Having enough of this she glanced down the house she was on and saw the pipe, good. This was steady enough to climb down then. For a moment she steadied herself and fixed the back behind her before going down with her back away from the pipe. Her boots finding a steady place before she slowly climbed down. The police might find her, that much she didn’t need to deal with right now. Jumping down in a crouched position, Moira checked around the edge and noticed one man looked toward the car. She smirked. This was easy as pie. Pulling her bag forward to grab a coin and fixing it back, she flicked it past the man and slowly crouched behind his car. The young man looking to the right to see nothing but a coin. “What the...?” Moira bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing. Hazel's eyes dancing with mirth while she escaped to the other alley past the car. I’m misused, misconstrued.I don’t need to be saved.Miss slighted, I mind it.I’m stuck in the rain. Around the corner was her street. Moira snapped her body back and pressed herself into the wall when police men ran past her, no doubt the other two phoned them back. “Dolts.” She huffed. Her eyes darted back to the opening and then she peered around. No one was there. She quickly darted from the alley and ran toward the hill up to her house to see into the window. Two men stood in front, both on a smoke break, and her aunt was nowhere to be seen. Moira narrowed her eyes dangerously, taking the back way around. When she came around the back, a trail of blood stopped her from going further. Moira swallowed nervously, her heart beating against her chest. Why her? Even though she was a drunk, no one dared touch her. This didn’t look like the supernatural had any hand in it either. And I don’t know where I am.And I don’t know what I’m into.And I don’t know what I’ve done to me. The race of her own heart was so loud she could hear it herself. The thud against her chest felt so real to her, but it couldn’t be, right? Her aunt was hardly someone who could be killed, and if so, why? Moira slowly slipped into the back and around the kitchen on her hand and knees to see the white chalk covering her aunt. Her eyes taking in the blood and her body covered with a blanket. One man kneeled down and removed it. Aunt’s eyes wide open, the life and fire faded to nothing. Her head was hit open, blood and part of the brain could be seen where she was in the kitchen. Bile slowly rose her throat. Moira's color faded to sickly white while she backed out of the room and back around the house to climb up a pipe near the house. “Did you hear that?” One man said, a murmur of agreements coming forward before feet checked where she was last seen. And as I watch you disappear into the ground.My one mistake was that I couldn’t let you down.So I’ll waste my time, and I’ll burn my mind.On miss nothing, I’m missing everything. Moira fell back on the roof with her butt hitting the tiles, her eyes closed tightly, willing the image of her aunt's lifeless eyes to go away from her mind. She didn’t understand why someone would try to hurt her. This was insane - Even if someone hated her, why would they even want to? Could the supernatural be in on this, maybe? So many questions filled her head and still, she had no way of ever answering them. Her eyes opened slightly, but she didn’t seem as upset as someone would be over family death. No one would understand. Usually, she would go back to her friends, but how could they understand? Both of them had a love and hate relationship with their family but hating them enough to wish for their death? She was alone on this.I’m miss everything. A few hours and she still wanted to be sick. She was sick, just before getting onto her motorbike and riding back to his hometown. He was the only one who could help her and if anyone understood this - at least partly, then he would. Then again, she might just keep it to herself and not tell him. Things are hard to deal with right now, and all Moira wanted was to be in his arms. Moira realized shortly after an hour passed her Aunt was never someone she wanted to die. Not really, but to cry over her was something she couldn’t do. Her unreadable expression through her helmet was hidden. Her lips pressed into a thin line. “She deserved to die, but not like this.” And as I watch you disappear into my head.Well, there’s a man who’s telling me I might be dead. Moira slowly came to a stop across the road and leaned back. Her hand took the helmet off and she inhaled the air, her face hot from being confined into her helmet for a long period. Shaking her red hair from the helmet head, she no doubts had. In reality, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to go in there and see him. The weather suddenly turned for the worst and drizzled on the way here, and now she could feel the rain on her hair. Hazel eyes peered up, dimmed from the events. She felt tired, and the bags under her eyes didn’t hide that very much. “ It’s now or never, I guess,” Moira mumbled, sliding her leg over and setting down her helmet with her bike she began the short walk along the street. When she came to the door, her hand reached to knock and froze. Her eyes quickly darted to her trembling hand, her Aunt flashing in her head again. Moira swallowed past the lump, while her eyes burned and water. It felt okay because the rain would hide her tears - It wasn’t like he could tell she was crying, right? After a moment she knocked, and the door opened to reveal a soaked Moira. Her red hair now flattened, sticking to her face that it usually framed. Droplets fell from her eyelashes, “...Can I come in?” So I’ll waste my time, and I’ll burn my mind.So I’ll waste my time, and I’ll burn my mind.On Miss Nothing, I’m miss Everything. It seemed - Hate or love. You can’t hate your blood no matter what. To this day she wasn’t sure if it was because of her or maybe just being safe forced her to accept everything. The back of her head disappeared behind the door, instantly relaxing when it inched to be closed.

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07/30/2021 05:14 PM 

Kerosene - Song drabble/starter/sample.

Drabble/Sample/Starter. Miranda Lambert - Kerosene. { If you notice that there is no detail on where she is. Then you can just be anywhere that fits this, I’ll leave that to your imagination or writing skills if you want this. Flexibility is the key for me! Also, this is a setting and started so it requires more, and if you don't write that much just put out your limit. You do not have to match me.} We all want that something to light up our life. Little girls think dating is all fun and games until their hearts are broken by some first love. Boys think dating is easy until they learn just how demanding a relationship can be. Loyalty, friendship, faith, trust. It was a never-ending list of things you had to do and yet couldn’t complete. No relationship is perfect and those that continue to think so learn the hard way. But then again, some people earn that poor relationship from the way their life is built. Moira was the only one that didn’t understand what these girls are thinking. Men are dogs, being faithful is just not something you will get from them. No matter what, the children don’t fall far from the family tree. Maybe her drinking problem came from the only relatives she ever knew - A scary thought, but accurate enough. Even to this day, her relationship was built on sex. No love and no feelings, if they did? She got rid of her recent male toy. I’m waitin’ on the sun to set. ‘Cause yesterday ain’t over yet. I started smoking cigarettes. There’s nothing else to do, I guess. The sun was just setting over the little ranch outside of town. The deserted ground around the female was dry and quiet. That was perfect for just what she planned, though. Her arms leaned on the fence behind her, the ruck truck hidden down the road. Her long wavy hair was thrown over her shoulder and tied in a low ponytail. A few odd strands framing her long face. Some say her forehead was too big and her chin was too long - but screw them. Some liked her looks, and that was all the confidence she needed. Her hazel eyes glanced up at the sky, watching the birds go by, her eyes brighter with smokey eye shadow around them. Throwing up the package of cigarette in her hand and catching it in her other. Her gaze moved to her nasty habit and frowned. Sue called it a nasty thing to do, but she couldn’t understand. In this time, what else could she do? She would not stress about it, and this was her first one today. Her fingers fiddled with the package before taking one out, slipping the package into her back pocket before taking the cigarette to her painted lips, then her free hand flicked her lighter. Her eyes closing as soon as she inhaled and exhaled. “F*** her this is good either way.” She muttered under her breath. I gave it everything I had. And everything I got was bad. Life ain’t hard but it’s too long. To live it like some country song. Moira opened her eyes and sighed to herself. A hand coming to brush her hair away from her face, pushing herself off she stepped away when the man she had been waiting for was stepping outside. Her eyes darkened slightly, “F*** bastard.” She mumbled, her lips dipped down into a scowl this time. She watched him go into the black truck and drive down to see his whore. She didn’t care as much as her face showed, though. In fact, like everyone else in her life, he was just a toy, but when a toy tries to trick her into a serious relationship with something on the side... Sh*t is going to go down. Taking her cigarette from her mouth throwing it down on the ground. Her brown laced boots crushing it into the ground. Usually she wore leather on a day like this. However, she swapped it for some fitting jeans and a black tank top that wasn’t cropped for once. The one thing she had for some leather biker gloves and her leather jacket, which was flung over the back of the truck down the road, just beside her leather shoulder bag. Moira turned around and walked back to the truck with a kick to her step. Then she checked to see everything was there, her eyes roaming over her bag and the mobile phone she plucked out. Nails flicking messages away here and there before putting it back. She didn’t believe in wearing too much. A silver bracelet with black gems and a ring on her finger. Along with some hoop earrings, nothing too big or fancy. She couldn’t afford those, anyway. Finally, she pulled out her black sunglasses and placed them on. Trade the truth in for a lie. Cheating really ain’t a crime. I’m giving up on love ‘cause love’s given up on me. Moira grabbed the edge of the truck and pushed herself up. “Here we go.” She smiled, her eyes eyeing the tank of fuel. Leaning down she grabbed that with her hands and huffed when she pulled it to the edge. There was no way she was jumping down with that. Once down, she pulled the tank with her and began hauling it back to the house near her spot. The first thing she did was kick the door open and make her way inside to check inside. She smirked seeing no sign of any animal, then she moved to the back of the house. Her hand turning the cap around, before pouring some fuel through each room until she was sure the entire thing would light up in flames. Eventually, she came out of the door and down the steps toward her truck. Just to watch the fireworks from a safe spot. Forget you high society. I’m soakin’ it in kerosene. Light ‘em up and watch them burn. Teach them what they need to learn, ha!. On her way back, she lifted herself back onto the back of her truck and planted her butt there. Moira's smile widened and the sparkle in her hazel eyes seemed brighter. “Let’s see some fireworks.” She said, taking her lighter from her bag and flicking it. The fire coming out just as her hand threw it on the fuel. The liquid lit up from the spot she placed it, the fire gathering up from the dry path. Slowly passing by the fence, she took as her own just a second ago. Then going right into the house when someone yelled down the road. Dirty hands ain’t made for shakin’. Ain’t a rule that ain’t worth breakin’. Well I’m givin’ up on love ‘cause loves given up on me. The same black truck was driving back down the road. Someone must have seen the smoke and warned him, she’d love to know who so she can kick their ass too. Clearly, someone else knew about this affair. “I guess someone is getting away free today,” Moira pressed her lips together, pouting over letting someone go. She never did like having the second last say in this case. Now I don’t hate the one who left. You can’t hate someone who’s dead. He’s out there holdin’ on to someone. I’m holding up my smokin’ gun. Oh well, her eyes shifted toward the house was currently falling to the ground and turning black from the fire. Jackson Smith stepped out of his truck and ran toward his house with his hands on his head. He was a tall male with broad shoulders and a freshly cleaned shaved face with dark brown eyes. Not the most handsome man she had taken in. He was good enough to pass her time around here, though. Moira whistled loudly, attracting the man who was kneeling on the ground. “How are the fireworks?” She asked before jumping off her truck.Stepping around to get into her seat and pull her truck from its parking space, the engine loudly roared to life. Jackson just standing up to run toward the car, “...You f***ing burned my house, you bitch!” He yelled on the sideline which was met with her middle finger. Rolling her eyes, the dude was seriously stupid if he thought anything he said was going to make her stay around. So the prankster turned on her radio and turned the volume to blast. ‘What the hell.’ down the road to the diner she frequents. I’ll find somewhere to lay my blame. The day she changes her last name. Well I’m givin’ up on love ‘cause love’s given up on me. Well I’m givin’ up on love, hey, love’s given up on me.

don't forget me.

07/30/2021 05:08 PM 

๐ŸŒธ character statistics

roleplay information. face claim. olivia scott welch verse(s). open. crime/horror, dark fame, paranormal, psychological, biblicaltrigger warning(s). abuse (emotional and physical), death, suicidial ideations, attempts, drug and alochol usage, mental healthlength. multi para / novella writer (15+ years experience) canon or oc. original character legal information.full name. rachel nicole. age. 26date of birth. 07/07place of birth. bfe, indiana, united statesplace of residence. los angeles, california zodiac sign. cancer / the crab:empathetic, loyal, highly intutuive ruling planet: the moon (which can createmoonswings and strength) species. human nationality. american citizengender. female (she/her)sexuality. bisexual / pansexualprofession. book author/editor -- supernatural horror and poetryalso co owner of r&j investigations (PI business) appearance.height. 5'4''weight. 138lbseye. brownhair. brown, sometimes blonde - dirty blonde / straightcomplexion. fair skin, olive undertones piercings. both ear lobes double pierced, cartilage on left ear.tatttoos. (4) 1 on rib, 1 under breast, and 2 on both forearmsglasses or contacts. sometimesrelationships. spouse. j (10 + years) past relationships. only (2) to really speak on or that matter.her first boyfriend, whom she is still friends with her, William. and her recent past ex, who was abusive (developed cptsd), Corey. parents. mother - deceased / father - estrangedsiblings. 3 - 1 deceased (2 sisters / 1 brother) children. 0, thank godenemies. too many to countmental.diagnosis. manic depressive, major anxiety, insomnia, and disassociative behavior. education. phd in english with creative studies,masters in the occult, bachelors of science in criminlogy,minors in spanish and french.literacy. reads 1 language fluently, 2 brokenlanguages. english, spanish, frenchdisorders. eating disorder (bulimia nervosa), cptsd, *may have borderlinepersonality disorderhabits. biting nails, chewing on pens, cleaning when upset or mad, smoking weed

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07/30/2021 04:32 PM 


RULES & GUIDELINES I have to lay down some rules, so be prepared.     Straight forward just the way I like it!   - I'm NOT David Boreanaz, nor am I Angel/us. Me. -point to self I'm simply a roleplayer.   - Don't steal my awesome and ORIGINAL sh*t from my page.   - No DRAMA. Please don't bring it to my door. Please don't make me repeat.- I roleplay in messages or groups - I find it the best for organization. I use comments or discord for banter.    - Multi-Para/Novella RP ONLY. If I see ONE-LINER, I'll delete it as well as you. No exceptions.- QUALITY OVER QUANTITY. Don't force out some piece of a crap novella when you could write an amazing multipara reply. Honestly, I rather have a great reply than something just quick and fast.- No need to tell me to hurry up on the storylines. Just have patience - we both have a maximum period of 30 days to reply (a month) - if a reply takes longer, I expect both to have lines of communication - be professional, and I'll be completely understandable. RL > RP always!- DO NOT GHOST! I don't do that in RL, and I will not do that in RP - I'm very professional, and I expect the same in return.- Communication is key - If you have concerns or do not feel the SL anymore, send a direct message. Then, we can discuss and hopefully find a middle ground - I'm very flexible. - Don't puppeteer or godmode me. It's presumptuous -> however, if you ask, I may give permission. - Grammar and spelling are a must; however, I know even myself isn't perfect - so a few errors won't be a dealbreaker.- A connection is something that needs to be earned, and as is sex when acted on properly   - There will be graphic violence. Got a problem with that? If so, find your way out and leave.   - I Love CROSSOVERS: The Vampire Diaries, Supernatural, Tru Blood, Dracula, Blade (anything Vampire or Supernatural related). I have a few exceptions, though.   - Real-life comes first before RP. Don't like it, deal. Or delete me --> I do have a life outside of fan-fiction.- Time Zone: Pacific - So-Cal- I love picture comments or any love my character receives. It makes my day- I spoil my mains and will be added to my page. - As of now, I'll only be roleplaying Angelus since I just returned to the character. However, down the road - I'll be open to Angel to a special few; I'll keep you updated once I open that door. - I haven't read the BTVS/ATS comics, so I will not be doing anything in that timeline storyline - sorry, not sorry!- Veteran Myspace Roleplayer since 2009. Past display names: Dark Stallion and Sadistic Bastard. - Side Note: I'm a female behind my character - I only state this so there are no surprises if it mattered, which it shouldn't since this is roleplay, and I/we can do whatever the f*ck we want as a writer! As it should be. - Add me on Discord: ๐™ฒ๐š˜๐š•๐š ๐™ฑ๐š•๐š˜๐š˜๐š๐šŽ๐š#6928- I'm always available on discord since I have it installed on my Mac, iPhone, and iPad! I like to chit-chat about fandom - why because I fu*king love it and like, even more, others share the same passion!  Do not sign these rules with read and understood; answer the following questions below.   I.   State your favorite vampire character in a movie or television show.II.  State an interesting fact about your character.III. What would make an epic storyline between our characters? Tell me in detail.   - Angelus: Boogeyman   About Character     Angelus is very cat and mouse; he likes complications, machinations, manipulation, and ritual. Angelus is known as a saint of evil. Angelus gets inside individuals, making their nightmares real. Angelus's evil deeds seem more personal; he likes to get close to his victims, torture them, make them miserable or crazy before they kill. His passion is to twist any minds, hearts, or souls. He loves having power over others. He makes killing an art. As Angelus, he considers both the physical and mental destruction of a human being to be artistic. Angelus is several times referred to as perhaps the evilest and brutal vampire in existence, even surpassing his comrades in The Whirlwind, murdering more people in his first hundred years of activity than any of them in their entire lives.  


07/30/2021 11:16 PM 


GO TO SONGS TO GET YOU IN THE MOOD.Vibe along, dance along and sing along. You just can't stop yourself from doing them all.   1) When Two Lips Collide - On The Outside 2) Bandaid On A Bullet Hole - Morgan Wallen 3) Seen You In Your Hometown - Lauren Alaina 4) Cross Country - Breeland 5) Give Heaven Some Hell - HARDY 6) Just The Way - Parmalee x Blanco Brown 7) Song For Another Time - Old Dominion 8) Blue Genes - Alissa Griffith 9) 7 Summers - Morgan Wallen 10) Good Things - Dan + Shay 11) Just Keep Driving - On The Outside 12) Getting Over Him - Lauren Alaina ft. Jon Pardi


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