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Name: Lillian Marie WinchesterDate of birth: May 2, 1983Place of birth:  Lawrence, KansasSpecies: HumanHair Color: Dark BrownEye Color: Dark BrownHeight: 5'2Birthmarks: FamilyMother: Mary WinchesterFather: John WinchesterBrother: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester Sister: NoneOther: Twin Children

The Heartbreak    Hearing Sam in the distance as she would be hiding. Hearing a couple of gunshots go off. Then a scream. It was Mindy. Then another scream. Then silence filled the room right outside. Managing to take a few deep breaths as she continued to hide until cue. Sam was fighting Ghostface again then this time Sam ran into the room where she was hiding in trying to close the door but Ghostface put their leg in the way preventing the door from closing all the way.Sam held a buck knife in hand and started swinging then Ghostface dodged the knife swings then grabbed Sam's bloody arm digging fingers into her open wound before knocking Sam back into the wall. But Sam had the gun near her and fired two shots into Ghostfaces body dropping him. Then as Sam went nearing the closet, she knew that it was time. Opening the closet door they came out just as Sam turned to her, a shocked look across her face as she aimed the gun right at their head looking to pull the trigger. They stood there wearing the mask and shroud as she dug her own knife into the side of Sam's ribcage hearing her scream then twisted it. Now it was time for the big reveal, the heart break.Removing the mask, it was revealed to be TARA. A darker look in her eyes as Sam would drop to a knee, "Tara?" A confused look written across Sam's facial features as she couldn't believe it. Then taking the knife out as she wiped the blade in front of her. "Why? How?" Sam looked more confused than afraid in this moment. The other Ghostface had managed to recover and stood up.Taking out the voice modulator from her pocket and brought it up to her lips. "Surprise, Sam". Tossing the voice modulator to the side, "but are you really that surprised, Sam? After everything that's happened, there was only one way this thing could of gone. Everyone looked to you, and thought you would be the one to turn. I was your f***ing anchor and broke you from all of those trances. Call my motive whatever you want. Abandonment issues. Lack of being loved".Sam held onto her wound listening to Tara, "but, why?" Tears coming down her cheek from her biggest heartbreak yet. "Tara, I've always loved you. I don't understa-"."Stop talking" Tara screamed at her sister pointing the knife at her own sister. "Stop f***ing talking before you give me a headache. You may of loved me, Sam, but not enough. Dad left because you weren't his. Mom turned into a drunk and ended up not giving two sh*ts about me. Then you came back into my life, Chad got closer. Then Chad died and it opened my eyes. I realized that no story truly has a happy ending because romance is overrated"."It's TARA?" Mindy's voice behind as she slowly came into the room with a gun in hand, stab wounds shown all over her right arm as the other Ghostface grabbed Mindy and held their knife at her throat. "Keep her there" she commanded. Then turned back to Sam, tears streaming down her own cheek, "what happened after New York? You left again. But you should of seen the way Danny looked at me after you left" wanting to get under her sister's skin as she came closer and brought the blade against her throat. "The majority of the world looked up to you, talked about you wanting to be you. I was just the forgotten baby sister who can go f*** herself, right? I have every reason to do this and my actions are justified, but are yours? Compare me to every f*** up in this family, and I'm seen as the angel among devils. But even the devil was once an angel"."But the best part has yet to come" taking a step away, "because this is just one half of tonight's reveals, isn't that right, partner?" Turning to the other Ghostface and they nodded their head. Then a sinister smile came across her face. "If you think I was a jaw dropper, then you are going to love this next part". Tara nodded to her partner as they would grab the end of the mouth of the mask then started to remove it.      

  Falling in love with someone has to be the scarist thing anyone could ever do, but the first time in his life, Roman had fallen so hard for Benji, and that was something that he would never regreet, in his life that is one of theose marking stones that change your life, and this changed his life, and he was proud of that, even though the pair would never see each other again it was something that Roman will always hold on to-         Sitting on the beach, his dog laid next to him. with a pen and pad in his hands, Roman took a minute to look at the view, the colour of the sjy turning to bright red as the sun set. he could feel warmth all aorund him, he sometimes wondered if that was his brother telling him it was going be okay? he always liked to think that, but his eyes moved down to the paper as he began to write-Dear Benji    Falling for you is something that i will never regreet, i will always feel blesed for feeling something, even if it only lasted a little while. Thank you, However what i don't undertsand and what i never will, is how one moment we were traveling around together you telling how much you loved me how much you cared .. Then the next day i wake up and you were just gone, You never gave me a reason, i don't understand what i did so wrong, was i to much? if i was you could have just said, i would have preffered you be honest then just walk out of my life. Cause now that you are gone .. i'm not sure where i go now, i'm back to not knowing where i belong, we spend the weeks talking about our future our  future, to now suddnely just be on my own again. I feel like everything we shared everything you told me wasn't the truth. These are answers that i'm going have to live without, i wil always have questions in my head when it came to you and us. It felt you build me up and let me trust you just to be left broken .. Wherever ever you what ever you are doing .. i hope you are happy, after all this i just want you to be happy. I'm sorry if i ended up being to much, im sorry it was down to me that you left. You will always have a special place in my heart. now that our journey has come to an end .. its time to see where i belong.'      Roman looked at that letter he had a millon a one questions running in his head maybe it was his fault, Roman lived with insecurties. he knew he wasnt an easy person to love, it had been someone who really understood him to put up with him, But as he looked at the letter he took it and ripped it up, as he stood up and threw it out in to the water, all the words all the thoughts floating down to the bottom of the sea. with his hands in his pockets, he felt his dog lick his hand, and he couldnt help but smile and he looked at his dog- "well budy i guess its just going be you and me again"

Father's day was always a bit hard for Isabella, she had lost her father when she was ten years old. She tried to make a trip to New York around that year, she was going to stay in Seattle although she had sent money to her mother to buy flowers for her father's grave site. She had much work going on with the boutique that she couldn't leave for the day. She felt bad but one thing that helped her was being able to write a letter, she wrote letters almost every year to her father, she never sent them, she kept them. This year, wouldn't be any different. Sitting down at her desk, she started to write the letter: Dear dad,Where can I begin? Its been so long since you left us, I always wonder if you would be proud of me and if you would be proud of  Aaron, your son, my brother. You would probably be upset at him for what he has been to. You probably wouldn't be happy that I left New York but perhaps you would of understand why I left. I left because mostly everything there reminded me of heartaches and sad times, great times because of you but sad because you are not here anymore. I am thankful to have had a father like you. You were strong, sweet, loving, caring and truly amazing. I know that you are above us and watching us, I feel you near me all the time. I hope I am making you proud  papà, I miss you so much. Mom is doing great and she never remarried, she always did say that you were her one true love, I hope to one day find the kind of love you two had. I miss you every day dad, I miss you so much, they say that time makes the pain easier but I feel that it is still there, it hurts badly. Thank you for being the best father and even though you left too soon, I know you are guiding me through your spirit. Happy Father's Day, papà! Ti Amo Molto! Mi Manchi Molto! Your daugher,Isa After writing the letter, she started to feel the tears coming down her cheeks. Her dog Mason started to get closer to her and snuggled up with her. "I'm sorry baby it just that it hurts still" she said softly, wiping the tears off her face and cudddling with her dog. 

  THE MANY FACES OF EASTON.outfit 1. Easy doesn't really have a work uniform when he goes to work because it's his shop and he wears whatever is comfortable. Being that he works at a surf shop that sells swimwear and all swim toys and things, mostly surfboards he likes to wear something that is welcoming to the customers eyes. Bright colors and his charming perfect smile seems to make his customers happy and he aims to please.outfit 2. Easton is always in the water. When he's not with family or friends or at work, he's in the water and he has the endless supply of swim shorts, all kinds, every single color. He even has rash guards of every color but only ever wears that when he's surfing and even then he hardly ever wears it because he likes getting dark and feeling the sun on his skin and showing off his tattoos.outfit 3. Easy likes to look good always, especially for a nice event. He likes to use his famous cologne he's known for bringing all the ladies in with his scent and his charm. He's proud of his sleeve tattoo, so anything to show it off he will. As you can see in the third photo he also just wants to look aesthetically pleasing to post on the gram. Image is everything to him.There is no trend, if anything Easton likes to start trends, and when he does it makes him happy.  

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THIS POST IS DEALING WITH HER ED. IF THIS WILL TRIGGER YOU, DO NOT GO FORWARD IN READING. LOVE YOU, BE SAFE.             Hadley Remington stared at her reflection in the mirror, eyes hollow and skin stretched taut over her cheekbones. The scale flashed an accusatory number, a testament to her relentless pursuit of the perfect racing physique. In the cutthroat world of Formula One, every ounce mattered, and Hadley was determined to shed any weight that could slow her down on the track. She had always been a high achiever, driven by an insatiable hunger for success. But somewhere along the way, that hunger had morphed into something darker, more destructive. The pressure to maintain her elite status, both on the track and in high society, had consumed her. Hadley's days were filled with grueling training sessions and meager meals, her nights haunted by the gnawing emptiness in her stomach. Her parents had noticed the changes, the way her once-vibrant energy had dimmed, replaced by a brittle intensity. They tried to intervene, to coax her into seeking help, but Hadley brushed off their concerns with a practiced smile and a flippant remark about the sacrifices required for greatness. In the solitude of her private moments, Hadley grappled with the toll her disorder was taking on her body and mind. The constant fatigue, the dizziness that threatened to overtake her during long races, the way her once-sharp focus had become clouded by thoughts of food and weight. She knew, deep down, that she was spiraling out of control, but the siren song of perfection drowned out the whispers of reason. On the track, Hadley pushed herself to the brink, her skill behind the wheel fueled by a desperate need to prove her worth. Every victory, every podium finish, was a fleeting balm for the wounds her disorder had inflicted. But the high never lasted long, and soon she was back in the cycle of restriction and self-loathing. As she stood there, staring at her reflection, Hadley knew the path she was on was a dangerous one. The cracks in her façade were beginning to show, but the price of perfection still seemed worth paying. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for another day of pushing her body and mind to their limits. The race for success, for validation, for control, continued on, even as it threatened to consume her entirely.

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BASICSFirst Name & Meaning: Caitríona. - Pure.Last Name & Meaning: Giollán - "servant" or "follower.".Americanized name: Catherine GillenName Origins: Irish (Gaelic)Titles: Cougar Princess of The Crescent Moon Pride.Born: October 31st, 2006.Age: 18 Years old.Species: Were-Cougar, a Mountain Lion Shifter.Cat Name: Niamh - bright or radiantBIOGRAPHYCatherine Gillen (Caitríona Giollán), born on October 31st, 2006, was a Princess of a Cougar Shifter Pride named The Crescent Moon Pride. She was born in the Mountains of Washington State, along with her Family and Pride Mates. Her Parents Colin Giollán and Saoirse Bailey-Giollán where the ruling Queen and King of the Crescent Moon Pride. They taught their daughter to be loyal, understanding and to stand up for herself and her people. On her 18th Birthday, all the members of her Tribe came to celebrate their Princess's birthday. She was dearly loved and adored by her people. And she truly loved them. This wasn't a day she would forget easily, nor would it be a happy one.It should have been, but travesty struck when a group of humans came and attacked them, stopping the celebrations in their tracks. There had been no guards centered around the mountains to protect them, as they often let everyone join in the celebrations, no matter their rank. It cost them their lives and others their freedom. Many of her people were slain and killed. Her Parents had been the last to die. Catherine tried to help her people to escape, but she had been captured and forced to watch as her parents had been captured and then right before her eyes, slayed to death.Her captors, forced her to watch, yanking her head back so she could see her parents killed. She yowled and hissed angrily at them, as they grabbed her and put a steel collar around her neck and silver cuff on her wrists and ankles. Hindering form shifting to her cat form and slaughtering them a less thought. That's all she wanted was revenge. But she had to wait as all the ones they had captured were forced into a car, (silver moving box), she called them.Hours went by and the car finally halted, and the guards let them out, forcing with into metal cages, where they left them. Catherine was taken to a house and was given to their Leader, their Captain, as they called him, and left her with him. He abused her both sexually and mentally. Beating her and f***ing her until she blacked out, fighting for her life and her freedom. Once he was done with her, he put her in a cage with the rest of her people. The next day they were stripped of their clothes and forced to an Auction place where they were sold off one by one. She was sold off to a tall handsome man. Black hair. pale skin and he looked like he was dead. He came up and claimed her forcing her to walk with him to his car.He forced her in, and they drove off to his place. He would start her training soon enough and break her to his will. He would make her - his. He would do it, even if the Council of Vampires he ruled over didn't. He makes this Cougar his bitch and make her serve the vampires and the humans he ruled over, even if he had to hurt her. She would do as she was told or face the consequences.Will she comply with his orders? Will she fight him and suffer his consequences? Will she gain her freedom and take back her home, her Kingdom and her people? Will she have the strength to survive and become Queen of her People? We will have to find out. Will her Cat form named Niamh come and save her?RELATIONSHIPSHer Parents Colin Giollán and Saoirse Bailey-Giollán > Former King and Queen of the Crescent Moon Pride.Unknown Vampire - Simply called the Master > King of the Vampire Clan, and Owner of Catherine.Niamh - Cat Form > She can communicate with her Cat with mind link (Telepathy) as well as her Pride. POWERS AND ABILITIES Cougar Shifters are fascinating beings with a blend of human and cougar traits. While their abilities can vary depending on the specific lore or fictional universe, here are some common powers and abilities associated with them:   Transformation: Like other lycanthropes, werecougars can transform between their human and cougar forms.  Superhuman Strength, Speed, and Agility: In their cougar form, they possess enhanced physical abilities, making them formidable opponents.  Quick Healing: Werecougars heal rapidly from wounds, allowing them to recover swiftly.  Immortality: They age slowly and have an extended lifespan.  Contagious Bite: If a werecougar bites a victim, that person may become a werecougar as well.Telepathy: Every Cougar who lives in a Pride will have a shared Mind-link with their Pride Members and their Animals selves. Pheromone Hiding: Were-cats can hide there scents when they need too. Marking: Once they have found their mates they can mark each other as theirs. Usually biting their mates neck, Leaving a mark on them. Ranking Scent: Every member of a pride has a special scent that tells others of their rank. Catherine smells ofRoses.   Weaknesses:   Silver: Like most lycanthropes, silver is their bane. Silver weapons can harm and potentially kill them.  Full Moon: During a full moon, their transformations are involuntary and uncontrollable.  Animal Instincts: In their cougar form, they may lose some of their human reasoning and act purely on instinct.  Isolation: Werecougars survive in the remote Mount St Helens, where other humans are scarce. Their isolation can be both a strength and a weakness.  Predator Prey: Their dual nature as both predator (cougar) and prey (human) can lead to internal conflict.

In a world where vampires lurked in the shadows, young Abraham Lincoln embarked on a journey unlike any other. Armed with a silver weapon and a thirst for vengeance, he sought to rid his land of the undead. His closest companion in this dark quest was none other than Henry Sturges, a vampire who had been his oldest friend since their young adulthood.One crisp autumn evening, as they trekked through the dense forest in pursuit of a nest of vampires, Abraham stumbled over a fallen branch and landed face-first in a patch of mud. Henry, with his timeless elegance, smirked at the sight of his friend now sporting a mud mask."Having a bit of trouble there, Abe?" Henry teased, his eyes dancing with amusement.Abraham scowled good-naturedly, wiping mud from his face. "Just testing the effectiveness of a new disguise method," he retorted, his voice laced with dry humor.Henry chuckled, the sound echoing through the dark trees. "I must say, you make an excellent swamp monster," he remarked, lifting an eyebrow in mock admiration.As Abraham tried to rise, his foot slipped on a root, sending him tumbling back into the mud. With a resigned sigh, he lay sprawled on the ground, staring up at the twinkling stars above. Henry extended a hand to help him up, a genuine smile tugging at his lips."You know, Abe, if this vampire-hunting business doesn't work out, you could always consider a career in comedy," Henry quipped, his gaze warm with affection.Abraham accepted the offered hand with a chuckle, allowing himself to be pulled to his feet. "And what about you, Henry? Any hidden talents besides hunting vampires and mocking your friends?" he retorted, his eyes dancing with mirth.With a dramatic flourish, Henry bowed low. "Ah, but my dear friend, my greatest talent lies in enduring your company with grace and charm," he replied, a twinkle in his eye. Lincoln brushed off Henry's words and shoved his shoulder."You be so lucky to endure me" Lincoln drawled onward with a whine as he and Henry walked off into the shadows of the darkness of the woods to hunt the vampires down and offering merely laughter in their friendship. Despite Henry being a vampire and Abraham a human, they seemed to be kindred souls with the goal of saving innocent lives.

The year was 1834, and young Abraham Lincoln found himself standing amidst the bustling crowd of New Orleans. He had been traveling up the Mississippi River for weeks now, his trusty axe strapped to his back, a small sack of possessions slung over his shoulder. He was here to make his fortune, to start a new life for himself, far away from the dreary farms of his youth. The air was thick with the scent of exotic spices, and the sound of laughter and the clanging of coins filled the air.Abraham turned a corner, and there it was: the slave auction. He'd heard tales of such places, of the brutal trade in human flesh that took place within their walls. He couldn't help but feel a mixture of revulsion and fascination as he surveyed the scene before him. Row after row of human beings were lined up, men, women, and children alike, their skin a rainbow of colors. Some were chained together, their bodies marked with the cruelty of their masters. Others stood proudly, shoulders back, refusing to let their captors see the fear that surely gripped their hearts.As he made his way through the crowd, Abraham couldn't help but overhear a conversation between two men who were watching the auction with equal parts horror and fascination. One of the men was his friend Larry Renfield, a fellow traveler and someone with whom he often discussed politics and philosophy. Larry was arguing with another man, insisting that the spread of slavery must be stopped at all costs. "It is a stain upon our nation's conscience," he declared, his voice rising above the din of the crowd. "A blight upon our collective humanity."Abraham stepped forward, unable to remain silent any longer. "Larry, you're a good man," he began, "but I don't see how ending slavery will solve anything. The problem goes deeper than that. It's the nature of men themselves." He gestured toward the auction block. "These people are not property. They are not cattle. They are human beings, just like you and me. Until we acknowledge that fact, until we treat them with the dignity and respect they deserve, we will never truly be free."The other men scoffed, "But they're not like us! They're savages! They don't deserve the same rights!" Abraham shook his head sadly. "That is where you are wrong. It is our duty, as Americans, to fight for the rights of the oppressed, regardless of their skin color or their place of birth. It is our duty to stand up against tyranny and injustice, for if we do not, who will?"The auctioneer stepped forward, a gavel in his hand. He rapped it sharply against a podium, drawing the attention of the crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have a fine specimen of a slave here today. Strong and healthy, he'll make a fine addition to any plantation. Who'll start the bidding?" Abraham felt a shiver run down his spine as the auctioneer spoke, his voice cold and calculating."Five hundred dollars," a man in the front row called out. Another man raised his hand, nodding in agreement. "Six hundred," he bid. The crowd murmured, their voices a cacophony of whispers and shouts. Abraham couldn't take his eyes off the slave as he was paraded back and forth, his body on display like some prized possession.Larry glanced at Abraham, his expression grim. "I can't believe this is really happening," he said softly. "How can people be so cruel?" Abraham shook his head, unable to form the words that needed to be said. He wanted to do something, to stop the auction and free the slaves, but what could one man do against such a vast and entrenched system of oppression?The auctioneer continued to call out bids, the price of the slave's freedom rising higher with each passing moment. Abraham felt a growing sense of helplessness as he watched the man being sold off like a piece of property. He glanced around the crowd, searching for anyone who might share their disgust and determination to put an end to this injustice. But all he saw were faces hardened by the brutality they had witnessed, the horrors they had endured.As the auction drew to a close, the slave's eyes met Abraham's, and for a brief moment, they shared a look of despair that cut straight to his soul. The slave's family was being torn apart before their eyes, their loved ones being sold off to strangers, their fates unknown. It was a scene that Abraham would never forget, a stark reminder of the cruelty that human beings were capable of inflicting upon one another.