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What if... Octavia sat in her chair of the new dawn bunker, the radio going silent. Her last line to Bellamy gone and she was left without his support as she faced her new reality. The world had come to an end once more and she was supposed to lead and care for those they'll survived. Closing her eyes she replayed the conclave in her head, wondering if things could have ended differently. But every several ended with the same outcome. She let out a sigh her head resting in her hands.She thought back to happier times her mind reminding her of Lincoln. Being with him was the last time she was happy, and it was ripped away from her. What if he hadn't died, would she be the one sitting in this chair? She wondered as she fought back tears. What if they had rum away from Arkadia with him, settling somewhere to live a happy life. Would they be in this bunker still?What if she hadn't met him at all. Would she have embraced who she became so readily, or would she have been like the others. Like the ones that killed him. What if she had died in the conclave. Would anyone have mourned her as much as she did him? Would things be different? Would someone else be more equipped to be in charge? She wondered all these things as tears fell down her cheeks, the only thing that could keep her grounded for the foreseeable Future being the memories of the man she loved with her whole heart but lost too quickly. created by creativian

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The moment they landed on Earth, everything shifted. Everyone changed. They were no longer trapped on the Ark, sitting in a cell waiting for death. Now they had another chance to live and everyone was enjoying every second. Octavia could help but envy them. Every chance she took to try and join them was stopped by Bellamy. She had been the first to set foot on Earth after nearly 100 years, but it didn't change how she was seen. He had conceded into letting her go for a walk to gather food, but his hold was tight nonetheless. She realized that Earth was dangerous all too soon, and because of this Bell wanted her to be kept safe. She loved her brother, but he was being overbearing with how he acted towards her. She had to stay in camp because he deemed it safe. He had someone watch over her like she was a child that needed a hand to hold. She couldn't hang out and flirt like she wanted to. What made it worse, Bellamy allowed himself the things he forbade her from. She felt trapped, just like she did in that little room she called home. She was still the girl under the floor and no matter how hard she fought, that wasn't going to change. Even the boy that stole her first kiss was killed, simply because he showed Octavia any form of affection. Day after day Bellamy would get volunteers to explore around their camps and every day she was left at camp. Her one chance at freedom happened to be when Clarke wanted to find Mount Weather. That was the day Jasper got injured with a spear and captured by someone. Bellamy was upset, berating her for her carelessness stating she could have been in that position. And even with Jasper back, she was still trapped. Turning to look at the boy in question, she walked over to clean his wound, doing her best to help him recover. She knew what she needed to help was outside the walls of her camp, but she couldn't help with the guards put in place to keep her locked away. Bellamy was gone hunting, and Clarke had gone to try and find something to help Jasper, leaving Monty and Octavia to keep the boy alive. She had gone so far as to lock the door to keep the others from killing him while they waited. She was starting to lose hope, and panic set in as she worried that all her efforts to keep Jasper safe, the boy that saved her from the monster in the lake, would die before she could repay his kindness. “My sister, my responsibility.” He would say over and over again, a mantra engraved into their souls. It all came from a place of love, but his view of her as fragile was starting to break her. She was let out enough to help Jasper, but that wasn’t enough for her. She wanted more, she wanted to be free like the others. But how could she do that stuck in camp with Bellamy’s goons set to watch her every move? And with the grounders beyond the wall that was built, how could she even consider living a life of freedom when there were dangers at every turn. She envied everyone for the freedoms they had on Earth. Their ability to be themselves and explore when she was still trapped. She was a bird in a cage, and no one would let her spread her wings. She wondered if there was a life for her outside the walls. If she could make friends with the grounders and find a home with them. A home where she could find herself and be free. Free like those beautiful blue butterflies she loved so much, that could fly away whenever they wanted. She wanted to be a butterfly so she could spread her wings and disappear into the trees. Away from the shackles that held her so tightly to the one person that kept her safe for 15 years. The one that did what he had to do to come to Earth to continue to keep her safe. Her brother. Her keeper. Her only home and savior that she ever knew her entire life. Her protector against everything that saw her as a crime instead of a person; the one that tried to keep her alive, even if it meant she had to be locked away. She envied everyone who could live a better life than she could, one without the gilded cage that kept her locked away. Even with the problems everyone had, she wishes Bellamy could turn a blind eye when it came to her like he often did with them. She envied them and wished that one day, she could break free and be like them.   template by (c)creativian

FULL NAME: Captain Estevan Atlas BlackmoonNAME(S) USED: Pirate Lord Steele Blackmoon, Captain Steele Blackmoon OTHER NAME(S): Captain Van Blackmoon (amongst pirates & crewmen), Estevan Wilder (Adoptive name).NICKNAME(S): Steele, VanTITLE(S): Priate Lord of the Atlantic, Lycan Pirate CaptainAGE: 30yrsDOB: October 7thSIGN: Libra SEX: MaleSPIECES: LycanthropyBITTEN/PURE: PureRANK: AlphaORIENTATION: Bisexual*Position - SwitchPROFESSION: Pirate Lord. Explorer. Trader.EYE COLOR: BlueHAIR COLOR: BrownHAIR LENGTH: long just past shoulders.WEIGHT: 170lbsHEIGHT: 5'11"BODY: Fit build, TonedSKIN TONE: Lite tanTATTOOS: YesPERSONALITY: Charming. Clever. Collected. Serious. Stubborn. Eccentric.FEAR(S): Ship sinking. Drowning. Black waters. Hurricanes. Getting lost at sea.STRENGTH(S): Great captain. Strong-willed. Beave. Chivalrous. Heroic. Fierce pirate lord.FLAW(S): Rough around the edges. Violent/Aggressive. Anger issues. Stubbornness.ABILITY(S): Heightened senses. Agility/Speed. Immortal. Shifting into a black wolf. Healing quickly.PET(S): White male gyrfalcon called Horizon, Red female macaw parrot called Scarlett.FAMILY: Father, Atlas Blackmoon (Lycan, dead), Mother, Marina Blackmoon (Lycan, dead). Only child.ADOPTIVE: Mother, Lady Luna Wilder (Lycan, dead), Grandfather, Stefan Wilder (Lycan, dead). 

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Who i owe: hereherewho owes me: Theo Last {5.30.2024}Ethan Anderson 6.1.2024updated on 5.30.2024

After Hours  Starter for  @babysitter "I'm going to finish out the tills; you got the rest of the returns, yeah?" Robin asked out, informing Steve about her intentions for closing up the Family Video rental store. She was faster and more accurate at counting them down than he was anyway. She was just ready to go. It was Friday night, and she didn't have to be back at the Family Video store until the closing shift the next day, so she wanted to get out as soon as she could so she could go home and sleep in. She had been dreaming of her bed for the past hour of her shift, waiting to dim the open sign and lock the doors at the little home video rental franchise. Carrying the two remaining tills to be counted, she lugged them to the back room at the Family Video store. The back room housed all the back-of-stock items, office supplies, a desk for their general manager, the safe, a desk for counting down the tills for the night, as well as a makeshift break area and spot where the other employees could leave their belongings. Robin lugged the jingling tills to the counting desk, prepping herself to quickly count down and even out the tills for the evening. While this was usually reserved for the shift supervisor, which happened to be Steve, Robin was much more efficient and accurate with her money-counting abilities. Steve knew it, Keith knew it, and their general manager Randy knew it.  As she began counting out the coinage that had been exchanged throughout the day to even it out to the usual amount held, her eye caught a glimpse of something odd on the break table. She turned her full attention to the large cardboard carton that was placed on top of it. Her eyes narrowed as she lifted herself away from the counting station to investigate. The carton was colored blue with a red logo adorned with white artwork of barley wheat. The recognizable logo of the Liberty Bell was displayed at the crown of the logo, with the artful lettering identifying what was inside: American Colonial Beer.  Robin was surprised to see the unopened 24 cases of beer just sitting there. It wasn't there when she first showed up; she would have noticed. Steve didn't bring it in; she would have noticed that too. Was it Keith's? He was slightly older than the duo, often referred to as the Tweedles. Robin was, of course, Dee, while Steve was given the moniker of Dum. Keith was the only other one present that day when Robin showed up after school for her shift. Keith wasn't quite old enough to procure it himself. Did someone else buy it for him and leave it off here, and Keith just forgot?  "Steve!" she shouted out for her closing partner, a tone of concern lacing her voice. "Steve! Get in here!"  Robin had no idea what to do with this contraband. She had never drank or touched alcohol in her life. Her father occasionally bought a case of bottles of American Colonial, but very rarely. His vice was more on the greener end of things, along with her mother. They were, after all, considered hippies by the majority of the community. Her father holds odd jobs, and her mother is always talking about the stars and elements. She was pretty sure they dabbled in selling it as well, though it never outright happened in front of her, but there were noticeable signs that it was probably happening. It was like the unspoken secret of the Buckley household.  When her cohort entered the back room, Robin stood in front of the case of American Colonial, presenting it as if she were Vanna White on the Wheel of Fortune. She wore a judgmental expression that was trying to silently ask what she was supposed to do with it before she finally just spoke. "What the hell are we supposed to do with this?" 

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I OWE YOUwestlyn - S - 05.26theo - R - 05.28ethan - S - 05.31YOU OWE MEchloe - S - 05.23emilia - R - 05.25paris - S - 06.01UPDATED: 06.02

Vic is Forever & Happily Taken and Forever in Love with Johnny Faust | Devil Charm, If requesting me in hoping of Doing a Multi Love Interest Storyline Involving Vic Piss the f*** off it's never happening. Vic is Loyal to Johnny and Only Him. Respect is Earned, Not Freely Given, Demand Respect given though I've never spoken to you from another page of mine piss right the f*** off. Point Of View in Writing: Third Person, Writing in First Person is annoying to me for what is so damn hard of typing He, She, They, Them? If you can't write in Third Person then piss off and run along and let the door hit you on the way out.Verse & Crossovers: American Satan and Paradise City as base verses, Crossover Wise Teen Wolf  Show and Movie, Shadow Hunters Show and Movie, and Stranger Things Seasons 1 to 4. Starters: I will send a few though I won't be sending one out everytime to everyone.Replies: I will work on replies when i can think of how to respond to them of knowing of interest with writing partner, Don't rush me otherwise you will be given the boot off friends list. I have more then one page, I have two irl furbabies, I game on my PS4 along with on PC of Sims 4, if you demand to be responded within a week piss off I will not deal with impatient people.Where I write: At times Status, Though Mostly Comments and Messages because like some I know what i have responded to and what i haven't responded to yet, I will not write in forums if I don't know and never written with the admin of the forum, Not Sorry. The only times that i will write or join in a forum is if i know trust the admin of the Forum. 

Rules of Marvel Girl1. I have a life outside of rp and try to keep my writing partners informed.2. I love banter in streams .3. I value my connections and hope to make a lot of them through my writing as Jean4. As for romantic connections, I will mingle and have fun. AKA Multi LI unless something changes.5.  Don't assume we are together if the characters are together somewhere6. I play her in any verse, but my main verse is X-Men '97 with some AU to give me agencey to play my own person. I am          embracing the Phoenix inside of her and not reconciled with Scott. 7. And just have fun. 8.You don't have to sign these, but if you want to, sign with the verse you want to rp with me in.

Lucifer was buttoning up his shirt he was upset in his apartment he had just been with someone or someone's he didn't catch the name of them he just did what they truly desired and that was sex obviously.As he slid his jacket on and fixed his hair some making sure he was clean and nothing was showing of course he then pressed the elevator button as he waited for it to come up he smirked at the ladies that was getting out of his bed * consider the drinks on me tonight ladies * he winked over to them hearing the chime when the door opened he stepped back into it and pressed the other button to go down as he got closer he heard the thumping music as the door opened he smiled and walked over to one of his workers that carried over a drink he grabbed it and took a sip before eyeing the crowd of people seeing familiar and unfamiliar faces  He had tried to hide the hickey that one of them left on him he was also considering burning it off but he didn't want to waste his energy on such a little thing it would go away eventually . Lucifer nodded again with a soft smile . He smelt fantastic he was wearing something called Gravité better known as Seduction in a Bottle. Walking over to the bar he turned to face the crowd he leaned against the bar  and sat the empty glass down as he did so the bartender also worked on Lucifer's next drink he knew it by heart.  Lucifer smiled watching everyone having a fantastic time in Lux which made him happy to see. 

character study: mommy dearest. npc study: Marnie Michaels.character study: or are you normal?Real Housewives of Hollywood, season 6 / episode 12.character study.podcast/reddit post.Instagram story question.tw// narcissistic parent.npc study ft Marnie MacDonald.𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝑯𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒘𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑯𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒚𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅;𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝟕 𝒆𝒑 𝟏𝟎, "𝑺𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝑨𝒊𝒏'𝒕 𝑺𝒐 𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕"the thing about a drunk narcissist,is there's usually some 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉to their drunken babbling...#throwbackthursdayft. npc: Marnie MacDonaldI don’t wanna be your actress,living by a script...who cares about practice?I don’t give a sh*t!character study.𝐅𝐂𝐊 your auditiorium,I think it’s pretty 𝙗 𝙤 𝙧 𝙞 𝙣 𝙜 !I 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 signed up for your drama,up for your drama club!character study:when everyone thinks your latest singleis about your famous ex, but really it’sa combination of your feelings on thebreak up and how your own motherdestroyed the relationship..."Don't Cry": Peyton Angeline'sfirst major single!https://youtu.be/h_meEXRJtCY?feature=shared

absolutely no OOC drama, ever. I don't participate in that sh*t, too old. so are you, so let's not. please don't add me to write and then expect me to do everything. I get tired of being the only one to write starters. let's have some courtesy, and if you really wanna write, can you start? thanks. coming to me exclusively for smut will get you blocked. I'm tired of people who use sex and horniness as an entire personality. it's the most basic sh*t out there. there's other things to life, and women are not sex objects, they're people. lets all try and remember that important fact that people love to forget. if you're on my list that means we support one another. if you never return the support, and never say thank you when I share for you, and never are bothered to engage with someone who is supporting you all the time? I'll delete you. some of you care more about being popular and getting attention from certain people and it shows. this is more sh*t that we're too old for. I fully understand wanting to fit in, but ignoring people who support you and then whining no one wants to write with you is annoying and rude. I don't play when it comes to indirect statuses. you're better off just taking it to me in messages. I believe people by the way I am treated. if you treat me badly and never apologize, I'll believe you meant to leave it there. will I still accept an apology? if it's meant, absolutely. that's all I got for now, but if people annoy me I'll add more. thanks!