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🐺 ᴡᴏʟғ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ 🐺

12/01/2021 12:18 PM 

🐺 Wolf Prince's Rules 🐺
Current mood:  blissful

● 1ST & ONLY ORIGINAL WOLF PRINCE JASON TAYLOR LONGSHADOW SINCE NOVEMBER 30TH 2021● PROUD MEMBER OF OUR FAMILY & ALLIES RPG ● NO DRAMA ZONE OR BULLYING ALLOWED ● I WILL NOT ACCEPT OR TOLERATE ANY RACISM AT ALL ● PLEASE READ MY BLOG BEFORE ADDING ME ● I WILL ONLY BE ADDING MEMBERS OF OUR FAMILY & ALLIES RPG ● I WILL NOT ACCEPT ANY S&L OR SMUT● I WILL ONLY BE ADDING VERSES THAT I KNOW OR THAT I AM FAMILIAR WITH● VERY HAPPILY MARRIED TO & IN LOVE WITH MY VERY BEAUTIFUL WIFE JAYLA NIKOLE MYERS LONGSHADOW IF YOU ARE SINGLE AND LOOKING DONT BOTHER ADDING ME CAUSE I WILL NOT CHEAT ON HER● I WILL NOT ACCEPT ANY OF THESE FOLLOWING FACES: NO ANGELINA JOLIE'S, AMBER HEARD'S, MEGAN FOX'S, PHOEBE TONKIN'S, KIRSTEN STEWART'S, MILEY CYRUS', TAYLOR SWIFT'S, SCARLETT JOHANNSSON'S, GENEVIEVE PADALECKI'S, OR MARY-KATE, ASHLEY, OR ELIZABETH OLSEN'S

♥Queen♥ {Single}

11/30/2021 10:34 PM 

Outfit/Inspiration/request.

Requested.Late Night.Requested.Day in the office.Inspired - possible strip club drabble/starter.Pleasure with business. 

Bowie

12/03/2021 08:09 PM 

December 3rd - Day Three Marathon

New Years Resolution 2 - Worry Less About The Things You Cannot ControlBowie is always worrying about things that are completely out of her control. She overthinks everything, and it has a huge impact on her life. The first resolution for the year is to worry less and let fate take the steering wheel. Instead she will enjoy moments as they come and deal with the bad stuff if it arrives. Freeing the mind may help with her mental health and make her feel better. Worrying about big stuff is fine, but letting go of the small unnecessary stuff is really important. 

🕸️ ғᴇsᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴏᴏs

11/30/2021 05:31 PM 

INNER DEMONS

 🕸️ INNER DEMONS 🕸️  The ego is a marvelous double-edged sword. It provides us with the confidence to take on our most excruciating goals but at the same time, it blinds us to our flaws and the darkness that resides within. We all have negative energy that takes certain…criteria to ignite. However, you couldn’t tell Peter Parker this. Now at age 20, he was on top of the world. The boy next door turned New York City’s very own superhero had everything he could have asked for. Fame, recognition, admirers, you name it. If you asked him, he would certainly say he was invincible, but he would soon learn he is anything but.His elder Avengers definitely took notice of this attitude shift, particularly Stephen Strange. If anyone knows what happens when you play around at the edge of the world, it is him. The sorcerer supreme had several tricks up his sleeve and he knew the exact one to show Peter back to the path of righteousness. He only hoped his spirit would not be beyond repair in the end.“Inner turmoil?!” Peter scoffed and laughed at the idea that there was anything wrong with him. He stood in the middle of Stephen’s main corridor with his arms crossed looking to the side. The doctor knew it would take more than reason to get Peter to see he was fighting evil for all the wrong reasons. Luckily, he came prepared. “I will not take this attitude from you, Peter. You know you’ve strayed from the right path. It’s not all about glory and praise.” Peter again laughed at Stephen’s face, his hands now adjusted to his hips as he channeled his ego in the face of Strange’s concern.Magical energy formed around Stephen’s arms. This conversation was headed nowhere fast. “This is for your own good, Peter. I only hope you make it back out okay.” Rings of magical energy appeared above the young man’s head and around his feet. However, he didn’t notice them until it was too late. Stephen made a quick, elegant gesture and the rings of energy collapsed into each other. All Peter saw was a flash of light, and then nothing. Everything was pitch black for a moment until he saw the ground a distance away begin to glow with a faint light. It was as though a log fire had been lit, but there were no logs.“Alright, Stephen, you’ve scared me. Haha. You can bring me back now.” Peter casually approached the light. There was someone there, but he couldn’t make out who it was until he was right behind it. “Alright, Stephen,” Peter said to the figure kneeling before the light. “This isn’t funny anymore.” The dark figure slowly rose. However, it was exactly Peter’s height. It slowly turned around only to show the young man a spitting image of himself. It was as though he was staring at himself in the mirror. This other Peter was dressed in an all-black suit and tie and had an emotionless look on his face. It was as though he was there but at the same time wasn’t. “And are you supposed to be this ‘inner turmoil’ of mine?”“… İ̸͖̗̬̖̮̬̪̙͚͕̬̗̩͎͑̇ͅ ̸̰͚̌͐ḩ̶̨̧̝̻͙̤̤̘͇̫̗̼̠͗͑́̊̎̿̅̎́a̴̖̒́̄̿̋̀̾͊͐͌̓́͌̊̚͜v̶̛̭̺͚̦̔̋̂̈́͊͗̋̚ȇ̴̞̙͙̜̖̳ ̷̜̤̠͚͓͇̌͆̐̿̉̈́̓͐̀̍͆͘͝m̸̛̞̤̭̹̈́̒̉̍̾̀̀͝a̴̛̗̲̳͔̺͍̝͙͐̏̈̕ͅņ̷̠̫̺̝̦͇̥̰͍̼̩͚͉̍̈́͗̃̎̋̄̎̊̉̔̑͘͠ÿ̸̜̙͖͚͚̝̙̤̬̳͕̇̑ ̵̧͙̱̭̅͐̉͊̽͋͝ͅn̵̙͈͇̲̻̱̱͒̊̈́̌͌̎̈̓̕a̸̛̰̝̣̺̜̝̙̰̓̊͑͆̀̉͜͝m̴̛̪̫͈̣͓̳͕͇̆́͆͌͐̓͜ę̴̮́̔̿̓͆̉̒̌͘̚͝s̴̡̛̘̠̱̭͙̪͙̙̫͎̾͛̊͑̉̇̈́͆̊̂̎̕͠.̵̨̙̹̪̿”Peter’s expression immediately changed to concern and fright. This person’s voice sounded like his but at the same time the most frightening thing he had ever heard. He took a quick step behind him as the light in front of them both grew slightly brighter. “What the hell…Strange, if this is some trick, it worked. Take me back!” He shouted as loud as he could, but his voice was immediately swallowed by the darkness around him.“S̶͙͙͖͙̮̝͈͌̉͒̓̏̑̐̄̃͑t̸̥̰̞͆̈́̂̽̈́͌e̴̳̰͍̳̺̦̼̻̦͍͉̲̲͒͋̿̈̋̐͒̏̆̃ͅͅp̵̥̞̦̜̙̖̤͙͙͓̤̉͒̇́͠h̶̡̢͈͍̻̦͕̖͔̥͐̅͑͐̿̂̌͂̈́͑͒͝ͅͅȩ̷̡̱̱͖̘̻̑͒̍͊͒͑͐͆̓̒̓͆͝ṅ̸̤͓̦̞̳̗͖̠͇̀̋͗͑̒̊̒̇̈̏͋͠͝͝ͅ ̸̡̮͖̺̹̳̠̾̑Ś̴̖̣͔̪̫̎͗̍̉͐̈̽͐͆̂̈́̚t̴̛̩̮̙̠͍͌̎̅̓̌̀͆̌̃̆̋r̷̫̬̝̲̥̫̩̻͋̐̽̈̈́̽̍͋̀̔̓̓̕͜a̶͎̗͈̜͙͒̾̈̄̏́́̒́̓̀̎̽͗͘ņ̴̧̢̛̪̤͕̬̗̱̅̂̏̽̅̽͛ͅg̷̢̧̙͖͎̮̣̊͗͠e̷̱̙̦̠̗͇̱͐̒ ̸̨̦͇̩̘̣̤͕̝̞̮̲̃̈́̇̓̿̔̓̂̿̅͛̚͠ͅḭ̵̢̡̡͖̼͙̗͔̯̮̫͙̗́̿̐͝s̶̨̧̠̯̳̱̮̆́̓͑̉̑̾͜͠ ̸̬̭̭͎̻̭̟͕̥̇͝͝ń̵̢͉̼͇̘̼̝͕͒͒͊̄̃̀͆͝o̵̧̗̼͉̣̹͉̖̕ț̷̨̛̱̲̣̳̻̦͖̠͛̆̓̽̅ ̷̪͔͍̦͉̯̮͗̈́͛͛̽͗̓̍͆͑̇͘ḧ̶̡̛̩̣̺̤̺̠͇͒̐̈́̎̒͛̍͂́̇͒͒͠e̸̟̭̚r̵̡̝͎̖̗͓̰̗̃ë̴̢̛̩͚̞̪̘́̽͒̀̇͛̾̀͗́͠͝.̴̧̜̣͉̘̤̯̅̆͠”The phantom in front of him stood completely still, continuing to shield any shred of emotion in his expression if there was any, to begin with. Peter couldn’t lie to himself. His fright was quickly soaring through his body. “What do you want?” His breathing was now heavy, panting at a fast pace. He was now on the verge of a panic attack in this vast darkness that was slowly being lit by the growing light in front of them.“İ̴̘̒̊́͐́̈̍̉̍̆̕ ̷̨̧̹͈̜̟̲̯͎̺͌̿̈́̾̈́̾̇͑̊̒̀̾̚͜͝ͅa̴̧̨̢̛̠͉̻͇̯̖̖̩͗̌̍̾͜m̷̯̖͎̣͇̀̆̍̿̄̂̂̉͗ ̶̫̼͓̫̗͇̘̼̟̘̓͂̐͜y̷͙̞̪̜̣̱̳̟̭͗́͂̑̀̄̓̓ͅŏ̴̟̞̼̙̹̻̩̦̝̪̟͍͛̂̿́̏́̾̌̌̇̕͜u̷̢̨̪̬̖̯̤͇͎̓̈́̊̆̑̄͂̀̀̋̽̋͘̕ṙ̸̡̬̬̼͇̬͂̀̈́͑̀͆̚͝͝ ̸̧̛̠͔̣̫̗͇͙̓̌͠d̷̘̉̏͋̓̅́̋̀͛͂̿̓̕͠͠ā̸̢͕͖͓̝̣̩̔͂̏̏͐͒͠ŗ̸̭̦̱̥̙̯̤̩̝̆̊́͑͛ͅk̵̢̛͚͖̝͔͓͙̝͇͇̭̹̪̄̂̾̀̅̀̉́̈̍̆n̴̢͓͎̣̩̤̪̟̖͈̝̪͛̂̌̃́̈́͌͋͂͘͘͝e̵̯͌͋s̵̛̠͕͇̘̦̏͆̀̐̒̔̕͠s̶̡̢̹̣̠͕͎̥̭̳͆̿͋͐̓̓̀͐ͅ.̷̨̨̛͖̣̗̯͎͔̥̮̽̏̈͌̽̈́̅̅̊̑̍̈̒͘͜”“You’re a sick mind trick!”“Ǐ̶̧͕̯̫̙͈̖̰̥̳͚̃̾̃̓̒́̋̈́͘͝ ̵̳͍̪̇̔̑͆͝͠a̸̢̭͇̜̘̦̻͎̻̬͉̥͊̅m̵̖̠̺̗͓̥̗̼̈́̔̈ ̷̙͓͓̩͚̿̄̎̓̍́̓̏͊̀̇ą̴̛̝̝̣̪̞̦̻̝̟̝͓̎́̑̐͗̌̏͑͂l̴̡̛̰̙͍͔̙̺̪͇̿̈́́̽̐̓͆́͌̔̂͘͜͠l̷͚̺̺̘̅͒̑͗̓̅̓͌̇̀̓̑̕͝ ̵̢̛̲̯͙̮̜̫́̓̒̈́́́͆͛̍͜ǫ̷̛͍̰͆̾͛̈̉̔͌͝f̴̛̼̘̣̮̭̮̻̝̃̈́̆̀͐̑͌̒͒͘̕͜ ̸̰͇̱́̆̈́̆̚ỳ̷̧̳̊̎͝o̴̩̓͗͊̏̉̚ũ̸̡̦͍̲̳̘̮͗̈́̃͌͝ŗ̸̜̥̟̝̹̳̗̪͍̬̗̖̙͎̍̾̽̓ ̴̦͔̘̣̜̀͊ͅd̸̝͎͇̝̤͍͋̊̀͆ͅe̶̢̧̢̱̮̪̖̻̾̐̆͋̓̈́͊͆͂͜͝ͅm̸̡̨̠̱͉̮̮̻̝͓̲͈̪͛͗̓̓̔͐͒̓́͗̀̈́͘͝͝ò̷̖͐̌̽̂n̸̡͈̭̪̹̮̱̣̥̺͉̓̊̾ͅs̵̤̤͚̠̗͉͔̗͙̭̣̯̞͇̋̈́̒̋̏̒͌͗.̷̧̳̜͒̌̌́̂͗̕̕”“I have no demons, the world loves me!”“I̴̭̺̯̮̮̘̞̝͓̳̗̯̪̋̀̂̀̌͠ ̴̢̧̥̙͔̤͉̘̠̟̙̻̲̇̔̅̀̀̀͌͂̽͜͝a̸̳̳̱̳͇͚̳͛̃̏͂m̴͖͖͍̻̳̥̐͆̐͌͛͛͂ͅ ̶̧͖̱̙͎̦͕̠̠̝̼͕̝̦̀̈́̕y̴̡̢̧͖͎͇̺͖̪̎ơ̴̡̥̜̺̫̥̹̯̹̳̻̈̿͑̐̑̄́͑́̂̕̕͝ų̷̱̪̥̳̞̖̺̗̼̹̀͠͠r̶̼͔̲͛͌̓̊̽̂̓͛̀̌͘̕ ̴̨̨̻̦͔̘̺͓͕̦̥͈̘̤̫̚͝m̶̨̨̟̞̲͈̯̹̭̮̝͗̄͊̒̈̊̑̂̾͌̕͘͝͝u̶̢̟̞̰̭̭̹̥̻̜̾͋́̇̔̾͘͠ͅr̷̳̪̣̱͈̩̅̀̔̆͐̎̚͝͠͝d̴̨͎̻̳͆͊̿͑̆͒̉͆̑͐̄̈́̈́͘ę̸͎̠̤̹̦̦̈́͗̍̈́͋ͅr̸̗̥̼̂͐͗̋͒̈́̒̏̓̍̓̕ǫ̶͕̯̱͇͖̿̃̋̏̍̔͂̑̎̂̊̀͒̆̚ͅü̵̢̟̟̱̥̙͔͔͓̖̝̘̭̇̌͐͂ͅş̵̪̙͚͇͙̑́̇́͠ ̴̡̡̠̺͙͚̫̭̎̇͆̀̈̐͒̄͠͠i̶͓̯͚̟̩̩͂̍͒͌͑͋̌͆̃͜n̸͖͗̀̌̓̊̑͗͆͝t̸̨̢̛͉̯̜͖̤̞̭̭̖̝͖̀͌̋́͗̿͒̔͝ͅê̸͇̱̜̋̾́̂͛̈́͌̐͂̐͆̕̕͝n̸̨̛̰̲͚͙̠̬̣̊̔͌͗̍̌̀̎̆̀t̸̢̨͍̬͖̖̲͑̾̆̈́̇́̃̚.̵̡̢̬͓̲͍̞͚̙̰̱̹̍̌̓̎̀͂́̄̈̎̃̉̈̆͝”“I wouldn’t murder anyone!”“…Ň̶̢͎̗͎̦͔͇͚̆̍́̃̆̎͒͆̅̆͜ͅo̶̡̢̤̩͓̺͚̯̬̳̺̎́͌̓̊̐̂̄́͗͋t̴͎͉͔̬̟̰̞̺̯̪͇̭͋̒̓̈́̎͠ ̵̛̳̫̐͑̔̂̋̀͒̔͐̆͘͜ȅ̷̡̧̬̪̠̰̣̥̬̫̽̐̉̀̒̃̉̎̋͜v̴̳͔̘͙͍̹̘̘̯̿̇̑͌̂̚͜e̸̡͎̬̥̘̤̪̬̮͎͈̟̓̓̂̊̀̽̐̏͆͘͜͜͝͠n̸̗̳̥̖̬͇̄̓͊̌̄͂̀̈̎͊̏̓̕̕ ̴̡̭̙͖͎͙̜̫̰̱̐̾̓̚͜Ų̵̺͇̝̣̪̜̦̓̆̃̓̅̏̍̌̔̚͠n̴͚̳͚͌͛͛͐̀͂̆̂̕ç̶̛͉̯͔̰͇̺̥̥̂̆̅̎̽́̈̿͠͝l̸̢̦͈͇̣̞̓̾͆̐͠ę̴̹̘̪̳̭̻̩͚̌̃̑̆͑̏̄́̈́͂̒̅͠ ̴̨̪̮̰̝͙̬̮̘̖̳̦̪͂̅̀̊͑͑͆̐̑̎̊͝B̶̨̨͕̙̱̦͓̖̦̼̞̻͉̄̽́͆̉ę̵̮͓̥̭͕͇͕̅̉̎̐͠n̷̙̳͈͋́̔͊̎̍̂͆'̷̳̞̜̯̥̫̱̬̠̞̜̗̥̯̉̓͆͆̉͋̏̂̄̾̉̿̽̎̍ş̶̛̟̪̤̰̞̇͆̀͌̈́͠ ̵̻̻̃̾̽͂͑͒͗̇́̓̎̓̈́͠k̸̥̓i̴̢̢̺͖̻̫̺̩̞͍̋̎̀̓̅̿̔̀̉̅̏͘͝l̵̰͚̄͊̓̊̑͛͐̒̅̋̐ͅl̸̢̧̨̬̻̜̻͍͙̥̰̅̑͒̒̇͑̋̋̈́̋͆̔̕͝͠ę̶̡̧̢̪̙̥̳͉͙̝͇̰̭̒́̿͠ŗ̷̧̳̞̥̗̘̘̹͙͇̬͙͆?̵̯͐͐̀̓̃̀̊̇͒͘̚̕ͅ”Peter locked eyes with his doppelganger, now sweating profusely as his panting and heartbeat were at a rapid pace.“What…?”“Í̶̢̦͔̞͚͍͇̗͔ ̴̨̱̯̤͎̫͕̈́͒̃̇̾̂̅̓̆̍̚͝ͅą̵̛̳̫̪̰̗̉͐̓͋́̍̏̐̑̇̏̅̕͠ͅͅm̷̡̜̘͖̤̹̝͓̮͈̹̄̐͋̓̀͝ ̵̡̧̛̛̤͎̻͇̖̝̱̻̹͔̦̬́̌̒̑̾͒̉́͐͐͝͝ÿ̸̥̣̻̭̥̉̔̈͘͝o̵̧̲̟̜̺̹͎͊̔́͋͂͂̇̀̕͝ụ̶̣̻͖͈̑̾̓̀͑̎̏͆̒̾̃̓̃r̴͙̰̰͇̫̘͓̋̃̋̃͐̂͗͜ͅ ̷͓̱͍̰̣͙̝̱͉̬̜̠̈́̿̓́̔̈́̕͜t̴̯͙͉̻̪͎̪̊̂̿̊̓͒̆͂̾̕ȟ̵͉̜̜̘̰͉̾̅̅͆̆͌̇̆̈̍o̸̢̻̙̟̜̗̖̳̮̾́̔̿̾͗̾̉͘̚͜͜ů̷͚͎̮͈̱̠̞̮̩͉̌̇̔̈͆̿̔͐͘g̵̺̼̓̓́̀́̊̕h̸̨̨̍̄̀̓͌̾̏͘͘t̵̢̻̦̖̝̖̳̹̾͐̋́̅͑̔̽̆̕̚͝͝s̸̙̱̆̌͒̀̀̇̈́͌̊̓͝,̶͖̟͇̣̥̜̩͓̤̾̒ ̶̯͔̜̥̭̱̹̙͈̘̦̬̈́̇̓̋̍y̴̠̦̱̤̘̺͓͚̙͔̤̬͚̐͛͒͛̈́̑͜͝͝ͅo̴͚͈̥̮̠̗̯͎̳̳̊́͒͌̇̾́̉̚̕͘ͅų̷͍̀̌̈̔̈́̆̀́̉̌͂͐͂͗̌r̴̡̮̬͎̖̞̻͍̖̻͔̣͋̇͐͒̃̿̀͛̒ ̶̡̯͚͙̟̪̦͕̩͍̞̹̍͛̐̓͆͑́̑̇̿̊̚f̸̧̛͙̘̦̻͎̮̭͍̬̤͇̊̄̃͊̂̀͝e̷̡̱̹̝̭͖̱͗͛͗͐̿̋̃ȩ̵̗̙̟̝͒̍̌̿ḻ̴̡͍̫̳̹̈́̑̈́̃̉͌̑̌̐̌̈́̕i̸̻̠͌́͊̔͋͘͝ņ̴̱̼̼̻̇̈́̓̀͋́́̈͋̏ģ̷̨͉̮̻͉̮̻͇͇̘̞͋͜ͅͅş̵̛̥͙͚̖̝̊̀͠,̸͎̤̔̑̉͆̓̈́́͌̆͊̀͑̃̚͝ ̸̯͆͗͋̏̀͂̃̿͝ỷ̷̢̩͙̪͎̘͗ͅȏ̴̡̯̤̈͛͐̏̀͌͋̈́͐̉̍͜͠ų̸̹̯̱͓̮̻̰͔̼̹̪̜̜̄̈͒́͂̈́̈́̑͒̊̆͋́̕r̴̲̱̜̣̝͕̼͆̑̀̂͌͛̇͐̀͘͠ ̴͈͖̺͔̭̺̀̃̒͜ͅl̷̢̻̱͕̠͚͈̺̖̦̝̘̪̋̓̉͒͂͆͗́̐́͋̓͆͛ͅo̷̡̼̱͎̹̗͑̉̈̓́̍͋̚͜ͅͅv̶̳͛̐̊ę̶̨̛̹̞̹̩̪̰̜̊͌͋͒̏̈́́͝ͅs̷̢̖̠͔̣͇̬͖̫̯͆̅,̷̮̹̼͇̪̯͚̒̏̽̄̓̅̎̎͝ͅ ̶̧̘̹̪͙̝͓̺͌ͅͅa̴͈͉̾̌̑͑̽̕n̶̛̮̮̗̩͕͙̉̂́̾͗͆̈́̃͌̿͒̄̍͝d̸̡̢̛̫̯̥̩̱̹͕̠̰̯̪́̑̂͊̆̍̂͠ ̶̲̻̗̗̖͉̙̝̺̹͕̀͆́́̇͐̓̐́̈́̉͌ͅŷ̵̠̦̏õ̷̘͇̦̖̙͙͎̲͚̫̖͍̂͝ǔ̷̟̣̲̣̙̞̬͉͓̩͑̈́̓̓̈̃͘͜͜͜r̵̰̤͉͈̳̺̾̐́́͒̃̎̋̉͒ ̸̡̡̦̹̘̯̘̫͚̙̭͇̥͉̉̂͌̈̓͌̂̈́̓͆͝l̸̢̼̮̗̪͔͈̜͓̎͋͂ǒ̵͉̩̹̣͕̟͉ͅͅs̸͖̲͖̼̦̰͈̼̤̦͋͂̈̓̚͜͝s̶̢̨͔͎̗̥̟͇͂̈́̃̕ę̶̨͕̺̦̹͖̱͚̬̈́̈́̈́̓̈́̚͘̚͜͠͝s̴̖͈̞̾͌.̵̜̲̺͈̮̩̹̣̩͔̥̼̈́̈́̈́̃̀̿̈́͑͑̌̀̕̚̚ͅ”Peter clenched his chest as he tried desperately to control his emotional state. He was now in a full-blown panic attack with no exit in sight.“I̵̡͕̤͉͍̙͓͓̻̪̜̗̮͗́̓̄̓̀͊͌͘͜͝ͅ ̶̠̗̘̆͋̈͗̾͆̋͐̈̑̈́̕ã̷͍͉̹̖͎̍̿̄̋̉͌̃́͑́m̷̡̧͇̭͔̙̜͚̰͇̆́̓̀̽͐̚ ̴̠̗̬̻̬̹̫̝̬͛̊̇̓̆̈̑ͅē̷̛̻͍̱̻̍̈́v̷͚͓̥̞̐̌͋́̂̂e̴̢̬̰̮̙̮͒͌̏͊͑͌r̸͎͍̪̄̉̈́y̶̦͚̝̩͓̤̺͆̾͆̆̾̇̄̏̅͝͝͝ͅt̷̡͉͓̬̤̘̪͋̾̃̊̃̚͜h̸̰̞͇̪̪̠̬̠̽̾͌̅̔͝͠͝i̸̛̲͍̤̫̣͓̔̆̃͋͂͠͠͝n̶͎̤̭̞̱͓̆̚g̷̻̟̼͋͊͠ ̵͉̜͙͔̗̤̤̪̠̌̑̀̉͐͌̑̏͜͝t̸̢̨̲̫̬̥͖̙̻̣̼̋͘͝ḥ̶̯̹͙̱̎̇́̔̉͆̒͆̓̋̕a̷͍̹͈̬̞̥͍͕̰̭͓̔̑̀͐̅͒̂̀͒̈́̍̚͠ţ̷͙͚̰̬̫̤͈̼͙̂̀͒̓̓͜͝ ̴̡̲̲͍͙̼͇̖̭͚̹̰̤̍̈́́͑y̶̙̘͙͔͚͔̹̿̌̂ǫ̵̨̗̯̩̭̦͓͎̠̫̏̐́̆͋̐̕͜͝u̴̡͕̝͚͑̓̄̑̒̎̑͌́͛͌̄͜ ̸̬̗͍̳̞̀̓͒͆̋̍̊̓͌͌̾͜͜͜͝͠͝ͅà̸͇͉̘̬̭̃̃̽r̶̖̝̰͙͉̃̉͠e̵̙̟̻͗̇͂̈̍͘ͅ.̴̘̹̤̥͙̙͍̺̯͙̔̃͜”The Peter in front of him hadn’t moved an inch. His face was still as emotionless as ever. As sick as it was to think of it, Peter thought of him as someone divine. A being that could not lie even if it wanted to. A form familiar to him because if it showed its true form, it could not be comprehended. Yet, it was no more than Peter’s inner core; his victories, his failures, his high times, and dark times all embodied in emotion so raw it could not be expressed.“W̸̡̡̨̧̡̧͇̲̠͉̃͐͂̐͗̑̏̈̏͋̓̄͠e̸̡̝̳̦̝̽ ̶͈͛̊̅͒h̷̢̲͎͕͙̪̦̘̥̥̞̱̗̩̒͆̿̏̐ȧ̴̡̛̤͈̺̺̬̱͎̟̀ͅv̶̡̺̼͈̘̺͕͍̤̦̘̄e̵̤̯̹̟̭̥̋̽̉͐̎̌̀̍̿͑ ̵͇͙̮̹͐̈͒̈́͝h̶̫̻̤̼̹͇͈̞̺̞̳̝̮̺͎̔̃͊͝͠â̵̢͇̱̖̤̙͓͓̮̦̬̰̦͊̕t̴̰͑̐͒ȩ̸̡̡͙̬̖̦͎̯̿̒̾̃͋͌͌̀̀̌͜ͅḍ̵̳͇̟̣̲͈̪͙̪̊͑́̊̇̈́̐̑̔͐́̽̕̕̚ ̴̨̪̟̺͙̖͍̩͕̝̬̘̲͈̱̄̀̒͊̓̓̋̽̓̂̇̍̇̕͘t̴̥͕̖̮̗̆̑̀̒͂̓͜h̵̨̟̣̫͎̺̰̙̤̺̫̬̝́̔̉̽̋͋̃͘͝ą̶̰̳͍̭̮̯̩̱̬̞͍͇̬̈́̅̅͗͐̉̅̚ͅţ̷̹̬̮̰̠͋͗̌̍̾̒ ̵̨̲̬̮̊̈̆̈́̆̽͑̀̅̄̕̕̕͝ͅm̶̯̥̻̮͔̜̠̱̖͖͎̳̳̼̜̾̃̅̓̈́̑͝͝a̴͎̞͎̼̙̋̀̉̓̎̀͗̔̀̿ņ̸͚̺̤̭̮͓͈̓͂̋̏̍̔̔̀̎͝.̶̰̫̟̝̻̘̜̽̆̅ ̵̙̝͇̬̱̘̲̣̖̪̭͠ͅT̷̢̢̖̩̝͙͍͙̟̪̪̼̰̈̀̄̈̽͘͜͠͝h̸̡͚̹͕̠̪̰̙̘̺͉͈̖͉͚͊e̷̩̼͇͍̣͑̂͂͛͐́̾̒͆͋́̐́͝ ̷̝̜̪̗̼̫̗̦͖͖̦̘̪̟͋̉̈́̊́͐͋͜ọ̴̡̼̭͛͆̈́͂̕n̵̛̥̏͂͊̌͐̉̑̈́̾e̵͉̘̳̹̗̱͉͕͙̜̼̺̦͂̈́͗͗͗́͝͠ͅ ̴̖͎̳͓͔͇̻̳͙͕͕̰͙̑̈́̆̌͂̀̚̚͠w̶̛̤͗̅̄͂̉̈̆̊̌̀͗̇̕ḫ̷̨̯͖͔̞̓̀̃̾̓̐̔͑̔̐̒̍̕͝͝ó̸̠͎̙̭̰̙͍̊̋̑̕ ̶͇̥̻̫͍͇͌́b̵͓̘̲̬̫̣͎̟̱̩̳͖̤̒̿̇́̉̍͜r̶̨̛̥͚̖̩͖͈̺͉̎̽͗̈́̌̑̓͘͝͠͝ͅo̷̡̬̰̮̝̗̮͉̹͙̙͛̇̌́͆̀͋͛̑̇̀̚͝k̶͎̭̠̘͓̙̘̖̙͔͉̅͝͠e̸̦͚̣̻̤̾͋̄ͅ ̴̧̛͕͈̭̜̥̖̦̹͔͕̐̍͘͜ͅu̴̱̻͚͇͇͈̲͚̅̀̃͆̓́̆̀̆͑͝͝s̷̢̻̭̥͔̰̲͓̪̔̆̐.̷̛̹̠͍͕̯̳͕̝̂̓̍̅̊̃̎́”Ben was Peter’s first father figure; the man who taught him what the righteous path was. His murder broke his spirit in ways unimaginable. It was the very catalyst that set him out to become the Spider-Man. Peter fell to his knees, shaking his head as he tried to deny that he ever wanted to kill anyone. “No…he deserves to be held accountable by the court of law-““T̸̢̡̧̩͉͔̳̩̭͖̜̟̩͖̮͗̽̍̿̐͑̓̍͘̚͝ͅH̵̢̡̼̰̟̖̯͉͓̟̎̒̒́̅̈́̓̑̈̐̑́͂͘͝E̸̢̢̛̮̝͉̭̬̲̠̖̘̞̼̖̗͌̒̃́̍̀̇͌̇̉͊̓͂̀́̏̐̽̀̀͝͝ͅ ̵̧̢̛̠̠͓̰̤̩͍̰̹͉̫̞͙̞͈͉̫̆͛̽̿́̾͗̊̋́̂̑̀̅̍̈́̅̈̕̚͜Ơ̸̪̤͕̺̳͇͓̱̗̎̓̈́̄̓͝͝ͅŅ̴͕̹̯̰̭̼̬̽̑́̿̔͝ͅĻ̴̧͍̮̮̼͍̠̝̱̗͈̼͓̻̊̐̓̓̈́̌̂̍̇͜͝͝Y̵̞̬̥̝̠͔͎͓̅̀͌̔ ̶̡̧̬̤̝̙̻̫͙͔̮̻̳̝̙͆̋̐̋͌̃̍́̓̓J̶̧̛̥̳͕̟̻̭͕̯̺̟̮̬͓̩̦̞͕̀́͂̐̿͂̄̌̾̓̽͑͒͌̓͌́̀́̉̿͝Ư̶̬̥̻̱͖̮̂̾͗̋̑̃̈́͌̉̏̌̇̓̉̎̎̅̂͒S̷̡̨̧̰̹̘̤͇̮̫̜̼͈͖͕̝̣̅̔̅̉́̇̈̍́͌̆̔̎͘͝Ţ̸͔̫͈̰̞͉̳̙͇̞̮̝͆͛̚͠I̶̢̭͇̹͍̘͎͉̞̗̺̖̖̯̠̯̹̜͉͛͂̀͂̊̾͛̆̄͌̄͐̀̌͆͂͌̕͝͝Č̶̼̱̺̣̕ͅỄ̵̫̟̳͕̺͙͙́̐͝ ̷̠͓̝̈́̎Ḭ̴̢̨̡̟̮̭̼̥͕̫͚͓̮͇͎͔̠͙̻́̌̂̐̈́̇̽͛S̷̲̻̉̽̋̔̾̓͊̀͋͂̌͂̅͛͛̓̈́̍́̊͝ ̶̡̛̛̖̣̣̪̹̘͉̥͙͚̤͎̼̲̤̮͎̪̬̘̪͈̐͒͒͋͜Ȟ̸̳̙̖̺͔̯͈͎͖̬̘̳͚̲͉̺̈́̒̔̃̂̂̓͂̒̈́̀̅̈͊͆̉͗͂̀̚͠ͅI̴̡̦̘̥̼̝̲͇̩̮̎́̇̓̑S̸͚̭̹̤̭̟̖͖̤̊̉͛̀̇͗̂͛̂̅͋͊̂̃͆̉̇͊̃͠ͅ ̵̨̛̘̥̄͌͌͆̈́̇͗̆͒́̍̄̈́̑̏͘͘͘͜ͅḐ̶̡͙͉̩̗̞̼̳̩̙̩̞̭̔̆͗́̌̓̽̿̋̾̄̈́̓͌̋͐̈̓̅͐̚͝E̷̳̭̞̲̗̠͍̼̲͈̻̗͂̇̉A̷̬̰̘̭̅͂̅̎̂̀̉̀͑̀̋͘Ṭ̷̡̧̛̝̯͔͖̻͇̻͔͈̮̼͍̪͚̄̽̌͆̉̀̋̀̓̓̀̐͜͠ͅḢ̷̠̆̾͆̎̌̀̎͒̾̈́͘̕.̴̣̘͇̱̲̉̐̂̂͆̀̈̌̾̆̈́̈́̀̾͠”The other Peter’s voice screeched across the receding darkness. His voice echoed where the former Peter’s voice couldn’t dream of even reaching the skies. Parker, still sweating, looked up to find something straight out of a horror film. His doppelganger now had piercing red eyes, his face slowing forming a blotchy red complexion as horns grew from his forehead. His hair had also grown to shoulder length and was a shimmering pitch black. Yet, through all of this transformation, he still looked like Peter in nearly every other way.Peter quickly crawled backward. The scream sent shockwaves through his whole body. His demonic other self still showed no emotion, yet his head was now cocked to the side as though he was about to do something unexpected.“Ṯ̸̛͈̖͈͕͈͇͉̈͋̔̃͛͒̊̈̓̀͛̋̍̉̓̍̒͜͝͠ḩ̵̨̖̤͖̻̞͕̩̾̓̐́̑͐̑̋͂̈̈͊͆̃̾̃͆́̍̕͝͝͝e̶̡̨̗̻͇̲͈̪͎̦͖̖̅͂̑͛͌͑̀̾̀͆̍̐͒́̿̚ͅ ̷̛̛̤͇̤͉̭͐͌̈́̏̄̎̔̌͑̓̎̎̑͆̃̀̚͝͝o̸͚͈̼̲͚̲͍̻͈̙͇̪̦̲̬̤̺̗͌̓͐͂̿̓̊̋̌͐̊̀͝͝n̸̨͓̘̺̟̯̾̍̎̋̅̑̄͒̉̒͐̊̾̀̂́͋̈́̏͜͜͠͝l̴̺̖̥̯̯̬̥̹̼̦̼̼̮̀͠ỳ̵͕͉͈̗̬̼̼̄̐̊̊̿̀̋̈́̂͒̋͋͘͜͜ ̷̢̢̙̱̫͖̼͓̹͎̞̹͇̳̳̟̏̃̅̊̈́́̀̆́̓̌̓̃͌̀́̊̃̓̐̃̊̑̕j̵̢̡̻̺̳̙͓̪͍̮͙͕͓̥̗̦̐̾͛̒̓̃̅̎̄͂́͑̈̈́͋û̴̯̘͔͉̜̘̘̀̂́̋̊̕ͅs̴̛͖̩̺̘̫̯̩̠̜̝͔͍̝̅̀̆̚̕̕ͅt̵̢̨̧̧̮̤̞̮̯̺͇͓̯̯̮̣̤͇̖̟̀̄͗́͋̊̀̐̑̀͌̅͋̏̈́̿̂̔̈́̚͝͠i̵̮͕͓͖͎͂͂͊̐͌͗̑͋̉͊͊͊̏̕͠c̵̡͚̟̲͓̟͔͉̬͕̟̐̒̈͆̚e̸̡̧̛͓̱̣͉͇̘̞͇̓͛̏̉́̌̑̔̋̓̒̊̿͋̏̋̔̄̕͝͠͠͝ ̷̛̬̰̯͉͕͚̦̩̳̟̣̮̈̊́̈́͝ͅi̷̙͙̲͙̤̯̟͔͉͕͈͕̹̞͗̀̏͊̈͜͜͠s̶̛̗̻̫̖̠̥̤̻̣̅̉̇͐̂̌̀͂̾̍͜͠ ̴̠̞̠̰̾̅͌̀̄͘͝ḏ̵̟̻̺̼̖́́̅̾̄͌̈́̿̈́͑̄͌̌̉͠ͅe̸̻̬͙͎͔̹͙̦̯̥̦̬͕̼͑̊̾̓̒̕ǎ̸̲̮̰̮̱̲͉̘̲̞̖̩̮͎̣̘͓̞͚͇̥͚̝̖͂́ṭ̸̡̡̙̜̬̠̩̭̙͍͙̬͔̱̝̫̙̝̻̲̭̮̈͂̍̓̽̆̽͝ͅḩ̴̡͎͔̳̭͙͎͇͖̗̀̈̈́͋̆͛̂̈́̈́͋͊̚̚͝.̶̨̢̢̡̱̙̲͔̦̞͓͇̗̖̩̠̣̭̗̇̏̄̆̽̆̔̊̽͐͜.̷̨̜͓̣̫̋̽̏̓̓̀̄̎̄̋͗̀͑̍̀͂̚̕͘̕.̵̡̪̤̲͇̗͇͑̌̓̇͊̐̆͌̒̅͛̀͜͝ͅd̶̢̙̈́̔̀͐̀͊̈́͑̾̈́͐̈́́͊̿͆̚ę̷̡̺̼͕̘̱̤͔̠̘̜̱̭̊̈̐͂̊̒̓̔́͛͝a̶̧̛̘̱̦͍̹̹̱̼̭̗̩͔̺͌́̈́̐̾͛̏̓́ͅt̸̢̙̱̟͙̘̦̗͕̼̹̻͇̾̈́̀̿̿͌͊̓͐̊̾͛̚̚͜͝͠h̵̥͆͆̍̍̔̉̇̾̉̂̒́͌͑̂͋̀̚̕ ̶͎̝̣͓͔̮͈͈͔̳͕̼̼̬̜̘͎͑͑̈̇͗̿̄͂́̀̊̅̎̆̍̿̿̈́̿̿̏͘͜͜͝͝ͅb̶̨̯͚̘̮̫̻̘̠̘͚̱͈̠͉̙̹̺̕͝ͅͅͅy̶͙̟̲̒͑͌̎͋̿̄̀̐́́̄̑̂̽̓͂̑͐̂̈́͘̚͘ ̵̧̛̝̪̜͚͙̩̾̿̓̂̀̂̍̏̀̕͠ͅS̶̢̻̙̪͔͇̯͍͇̳̘͍͎̺͕̓͒̒̅̌̔͑́͑͊̏͘͝͠ͅp̸̢̡̛̛͙̳͙̱̥̺̤̥̦̻͚͍͙̯̪̞̮͈̠͎̲͋́̈̑͂̒͗͊̎̐͆͒͐̑̎͝i̵̢̢̧̱̭̯̰̠̟͚͈͈̲̙̬͙̠̞͉̻̼͉̖͆͊̌̈̉̔̿́̂͌͒̑̅͠d̶̨̥̱̲͔̻̤̰̥̝̹̽̃́͊̔̌͒͋͋̕͝ė̸͖̗͒r̶̨͍͙̖͖̹̱̜̩̰͉͚̘̤̝̥̠̈́͂́̃͋̇̈́̄̒̀͋͗̓͒̔̈͘͠-̷͈͈̠̭͇̩̹̟͔̱͓̳͆́̑́̃͘͜M̴̬̟̱̒́̆̊̈́̉̿͗̀̆́͘͜͝͠a̴̧̢̡̯̰̮̱͇̼͚̞͉̦̟̥̲̹̞̤͉̤͑̋͛͋́͌͐͗̊̉̀̔n̶̢̰̳͉̳̻̙̳̝̯̫̝̥͎̭̠͋́͊̑͠.̸̡̨̞̣̲̪͖͙̺͚͎͙̝̥̙͍͙͐̎̈́̒͘͘͝”Peter quickly got to his feet. “No, there’s always a way!” He clenched his fist, finally standing his ground for the first time. It was at this moment his doppelganger finally showed his very first ounce of emotion. He smiled a wicked grin and screamed a maniacal laugh as his horns grew longer.“Y̴̡̢͍̖͙̝̼̫͍̪͚͊͛̊͜ò̷̢̥͓̰͒̀̋̉̊̓͑ų̴̡̛̝͈̣̭̬̙̳̱̫̼͇̻̝͈̺͚̤̖̙͇͑̿̇̾̊̃̏̂̾̌́̿͒̔̽̓͝͠ͅͅ.̷̧̹͈̺̞̫̬̤̌.̶̣̞͉̮̝̟̗͙̠̼̅̿̓̿͐̓̋̕.̷̧̛̜̘̥͍͉͓͖͔̙̓̆̍̊́̽̉̄̀̔̓̋̉͗͘ͅa̸̛͕͓̐̽̓̀̅̏͗́͂̀̆̀͂̔͒̍́̍̒̽͝͝͝r̵̢̙̮̣̮̱͇̪̞͚͍̫̠̩̝̰͙̫͓̻͇͆̓͌̓̒́̚͝ͅè̶̛͔́̆̇ ̶̛̛̳͑̑̀̈́̎̍̽͗͋̎̎̎͑̑̍̌̾͆̈̃͠w̸̛̫̜̫͇̝̫̺̳̤͖͕̠̒̾̀̃̎͑̈́̏͆͒̄͋̕͝ȩ̶̧̡̢̨͕̪̳͎̠̲̩͍͉̮͎͉̮̟͚͚̽̆́̋͒̏̍́͘͝͠ą̸̨̡̱̗͓͖̯̫͔̜̫̪͛̑̈͊̍̏͌̈̏̌̀̿̆̂̋̓͊͊̐̂͘ͅk̶̨̡̨̡͕͍̙̜͈͎̻̊́̔̒̀̾̊̇̂̄̽̑̚͝͝.̷̢̡̧̳̬̪͉̭͉̝̟͔̬̐̎͗́̚̕͝͝ ̶̢̧̘̫̮̫̝̥̘̭̮̩̻̼͔͖͇͆̃̄̉̅̍̈́͑͛̌̽͘͜ͅͅY̷̮̘̗̟̯̺̼͙̼̮̭͇͙͚͌͗̊̆̎̈́o̷͇͚͉̤̘͎̹̿͆̾̾̃͒͒̀̐̐̿͗̍̈́̐̚ͅǘ̴̢̧͍͎̬͖̮̳̠͕̗͍̥͓̭̱̣̮̊͗͊̓͛͂͜͝͝ ̸̳̘͔̈̌͊͊̽͊̎̌́̍̌̏̇͝c̵̛̣̯̰̭̬͒̇̔̀̆̚̕͝a̶̹͊̈́͗͑͗̓̃͂̈́̿̐̀̇́̊̏̏̋̃͆́ͅń̴͙͖̮̺ñ̵̢̢̛̛̛͚̠̥͓̹̤̟̣͆̔̓̊̇̽̒͋́̔̅̃̎̆̿͒̐͜͝o̴̡̥̘͈͓̠͈͈͚͈̟̣̬̪͚̗͈͑͂̐̽̏̉̓̄̾̓̒͆̈́̓̂̕͠͠͠͠ṱ̵̢̢̧̨̺̞̳͈̺̼̤̘̯͈͕̥̘̯̥̦͌̀̀̈́̈́̅͋͊̓̊͋̽̀̕ ̴̢̙̫͔̬̘̯̦̠̭̙̬͛̽̑͆́̀̆̎̎̀̄̈́̂͋͂̄́̆́̈͝͝͝͝ͅͅẗ̵̢͉̬̼̟̤̙͔̗͖̟͖̝̒́͝o̸̤̝̜̐̽͌̓̔̒̄͂͊̈́̐̾̄͋̓̎͌̿̕ư̸̢̧̨̡͇̜̱̬̞͖̹͇̰̣̝̩̱̩̣̾̔̌̔̈̐̂͒́̿͘͝c̴̨̢̠̼̲͕͍͈̠̰̰͕̰̜̭͌̆͋̑͗̕ͅh̴̨̛̼̺͉̪̊͗͐͗͗́̈́̑̒̈́̍̐̉͒͌ ̴̛̙͕̈́͗̄̾͛̑̄͂̅̂̈́̕̚͠͠m̶̱͉̯̥͈͚̰̖̩̼͈̫̂̊͆̈́̏͛̆͜͝e̵̛͔̍̆̐̾̅̈͋̈́̔̅̏͆̈́́̿̅͗̆̓͆̕͠.̷̨̢̳̤͑”Peter immediately swung at his doppelganger as he disappeared in instant. The shocked man quickly looked around. His panting still heavy and fast. After looking around for a moment, he thought he was finally alone. He sighed a massive breath of relief and turned to his right as he immediately saw him. He was there beside him, his face directly in front of his. The demonic character still grinning his creepy smile, which now sported sharp fangs. His horns were longer, his hair now with white streaks and his hands pitch black with long, pointed claws. He no longer looked like Peter. He looked like evil incarnate.Peter shakenly opened his mouth to say something, but the bright landscape had suddenly went pitch black again as though someone had blew out the sun. Peter couldn’t see anything around him and he was too stricken with fear to take a single step. The demon’s voice came to him from afar yet also from in front of him.“R̸̫̝̻̟͎̺̭̺͎̖̲͛͐̋̾̓͂̊̔̍͝e̵̢̢̥̘͉̗̰̘̼͛̉͛͜͠ͅm̸̡̱̳̬͎̥̞̹̗̫͖̒͐̑̃̈͂̐̎̒́͝e̵̥͈͒̑̈́̏̕ḿ̷̮̝̝̫͍̼́̅̉̂̑̇̔͂̕͜b̵͓̖̱̀̀͂̅̋̏̀̑̓͠ĕ̵̩͕͇̱̬̹̘̯̺̫̑̎͆͐͊͝r̵͕͇͊̉̈́̄̎̚,̶̡̫̺͈͚̥̙̙̼̗̂͜ ̶̢̟̯̯͒̓̓Ì̵̧̞̦͖̳̜̖̔̿̇̏̈́ ̸̯͌̅̑͂̊̂̓ä̸̧̰̮͖̳̝̰̞́͐̅͘͘m̵̝͇̗̀̂̈̓̕͝ ̸̛̣͔͚̺͕͈̪͎̙͔̯̉ẹ̸̪͚̥̮̤͚̠͎̻̜͆̐̍́̀͒̊̈́͊̋͝v̵̨̧̨̧̛̫̺̻͇̰͔̻͐͊̈̌̔̌̕͝ę̶͙̖̫̺̼͍̪͆̐̄̀͝r̵̨͔͊͆̾̒̑̃̽̆y̷̼̺̻̔̀͐̈́̈̂͒͗̕͝͠t̴͙͙̳̦̬̬̆̎͋̚h̶̛͗̾͛̈́͘ͅͅi̷̡̳͖͍̫̩̗͖̮̽͑̓̊̐n̸̡̦̘͍̪͈̘͕̮̍̈́̆̕̕͝͝͝g̴̛͎͔͙̭͈̓͐̈́̒͂͗͠ͅ ̶͈̤̠̥͕̠̹̠̹̦͆̐͑̄͋t̴̬͝h̴̢̛͔͕̱̝̪̟̮̆͑͌͌̽̈́͘̚ͅả̷̦̺͎͇͖̼̣̣͒͜t̴͉̔͌̔͛͗̊͐̋ ̶͖̞͈̩͙͓̪͎̹̑̽̔̈́̊͗͂͜͝͝͝ͅỹ̵̧͚͈̱̟̯̹̤̦̌̊̊̄͋͌o̵͙̭̘̭̠̫͉͌́̀̀̔͐̐̃ͅų̵̰̲̻̻͎͇̆̋̓ͅͅ ̵͈̤̗͕̟̫͓̹̟͙̎͊̋́͝à̴̢̩̥͈͇̖̩̬͈͙͛̎͋̀̈̚͝r̶̨̟̩̀e̴̙̣̣̩̼͔̘̩͙̿̓̊.̵̪͕̣͍͖̯̭̲̩̣̋̃̏̒̀̉͠ ̵̝̙̞͎͉͓̱͂̍̀͋͐̎́Ỳ̶̯̝̹̕ô̸̘͉͉̯͌͘u̸̜̺͓͉̞̖͍̎͜͠r̶̪̖̥̀̽̎̂͆̀̕̕ ̵̢͍͓͔̭͚̱̱̊̀̅̊͒̉͠h̷͚͈̫͙̰̱̼͊͐͘o̴̪͐̿̅̈́́̀̓̒̈́͠p̶̙̟͈͌̅͊e̴̖̦̓̿̂̏͛̉͝͝s̶̖͓̗̭̻̣̪̱͇̓̾͆̓̃̈̕͘͝,̶̤̫̹̽̑͆̑͗͐̈ ̸̞̥͎̜̆̈́̄̾͌̐̐̚̕y̶͚͋̋̎̃̃o̵̢̟͓̎͆̊́̃̊̒̅͝͠ų̷̛̻̬̮͓͍͈͙͒͆̃̉͗̀̎͑̕r̶͍̱̲̈̏̉̊̊̃͒̾̏̏̕ ̵̡̛̮̯̗̜͇̝̟̋̓̿̒ͅḋ̵͓̇̐̅̔̓̅͌̚͝r̶͓͠e̴̜̙̅̈́a̶̳͛͝m̶̺͈̙̋̊͂́͘͜s̶̮̳̱̺̙̖͌̾̂̑̇̀̃͜͜͝͠,̶͙̲̞̖̘͖̿͐̒̈͠ ̷̧̡̜̘̮͋̍̄ȃ̶̺̣̭͚̯͆̓n̵̛͙̟͈̯̬̩̩̲̅̃d̶̠͚͙̠͉͎̖̭́͂͌́͊̔͜ ̴̢̡̮͚͔̤͙̫͈̆̒̓͘̕͝ͅy̴͉̔̿̕͘ô̸̟̳̩̗̯̞̭̩͍ų̵̱͚̭̺̫̙̾̄̓͒̓̇̚̕r̸̛̥̦͕͍̄́̊̓͂̊̓̈́ ̷̧̢͓͖̞͈̲̘̝͖͌̉ǹ̷̥̦̬́̓̋̀̈́̀͝i̵̗̦͐̌̾̀͐g̶̞̺̼̘̽̋̏̈̚h̸̤̬̙̃̾̐̃͘t̶̠̯̼̖̚͝m̶̥̱̳̺̻̂͛a̵͎̔̈́̎͛r̶̙̼̟̱̘̙̖͎̜̥͌̌ḛ̸̣͕̪͉̻͙͈̘͈́̈́̽͐͗̾́̃͠s̷͉̘̟̠̈́̈̏͛̄̉̄̇̋.̵̺̪̬͔̖̦̖̘̫̈́̂̓̓̈̅͠”“…”“E̴̡͈̦͍͎̔̌̎̉̃̈́v̷̲̫͔̼̳̥̩̀̀͝e̶̤̱̝̘̿̓͋́̈̅̔͜r̵̙̄̉̓̄͒̌́͋̋͛̈̍ÿ̷̦͔͈̝̻̼̿̿͜ ̷̨̥͇̮̲̩̯̟̫͈̪͕̂̈́͒̀͊d̶̛̖͙̮̥̜̙̥̄͛̒̐͑̿͌̅͠ͅe̶͉͇͈̹̳̬̠̾̓̓̎̍̕ç̷̘̮̫̯̪͔̣̦͘͜i̵͓̘̠̖̽͋̾̋͛̏̀͊̐̎̈̇̕͝ş̸̖͎̼͉̯̞͓̅̂̀̒̎̇͜͜į̸̝̈́̇̇̌̚͘̕͝o̴̧̗̮̟̖̬̬̺̹͎̠͕͙͔̅̽́̂̊̏ń̵̗̠̇͊ ̵̲̹͊͂͑͠y̸̡̺̜̱͙̭̪̻͎̞̘͛̾͊̍́̔̕͝o̴̳̫̭͑͂̂u̴̳̱̼͚̙͔̩̖̐ ̴̛̠͚̙͇͍͔́̍̐̂̽̽̐ḿ̴̨̧̦̤͖͎́̾͜a̵̰̠̼̮̗̽̎̋̐̍̀̔̅̅͊̓̚ķ̶͕̖͉̯̘̎͆ẹ̷̢̫̻̘̗̞̘̹̻̩͖̠̈́̃̽̄̈́̐̽̈͂ͅ.̷̭͓̌̌̀͌̓̐̆.̸̡̰͚̖͓̼̳̭͂͐̀̀͆̈́͊̆̄͗̀̇̚.̴̳̫̦̲̭̿̓̈́̀̋́̅̒͜I̶̡͔̹͉͉̟̜͉̥͈̭̍̆̊͊̔̒̾̾͌̕ ̵̺̓̚ẁ̷͓͉͠í̶̢̛̛̳͂̀͆̒̏͌́̏̚͘l̷̡͍̈́̾̊͒̀̈͂͊͒̃̈́̚͝͠l̸̲͍͚͇̙͖͔̤̼̮̼͇̬͈͌͛̊͆̉̒͆͆̔̍̍͂̋͗ ̸̢̹̗͈̯̼̠̺̮̙̪̩̝̇̾̊̋̉͘͠ͅb̷̧̛̝̦̻͚͙̬̪͕̯̟̻̼̌͛̽̊͒͐̃̕͝é̵̮̝̼̘͙͍̦͈̬͖̞̭̈́̈́͒̃͂̅̅̐͝ ̶̨̹̤͚̣͒t̴̡̨̛̞̝͐͛́̂̋͑̇͗̀̒̐̊ḧ̵̢̟͙͕̹͙̪̺̜̮͍̐́̉̈́̀̄̿̈͌̿̃͜e̶̞̞͎͕̝̱͉̩̠̖͋̑͂̌̅̃̀̋̓̍͆͝r̴̨̢̧̠͇͍̹̫̺͕̞̥̃e̶͇̦̫̞̙̜̥̱̼͊̒̈́͗̄̓͛͝.̸̧̤̱͍̲̟̏͐̊̍͑͝”“…”“Ą̶̠̣̫̞̰͚̻͇͗͋͂̾̒͂̉̑̕ņ̴̭̾d̴̙̬̰͚̦̉̓̉̐̑͋̀̑̍̐͜ ̶̞̙͈̩̄̍ẇ̶̦͔̓̀̆̚͜͝h̷̡̡̭͈̫̘͓̪̣̙̎̃̓͊̓̿̎͝͝ȩ̴̨̭͖̟̰̿͋̈́n̶̮̲͍̼̔͑̀̈̓̿̄́ ̴̛̹̖͕̘̻̭̳̦̦̖̓̈̏̽͊̓́͘y̷̢̨̛͇̯͚̝̦̤̩̓̄̐̀͆͘ŏ̶̱̖̮͔̬̖̗̜̊̎̋͑̋̽̀͝u̷̦͎̅̒ ̶̢̤̮̠̘̓̅͆͐̽̓̕͠m̴͙͆̀̏̋e̷̲̜̯̐̋͛̑͘e̴̛̖͑͂̏͑͗͑͝t̴̢͈͕̫̦̗͇́̀̂̾̽̀̆̿̀͝ ̸̲̥͒̀̚ẗ̴̨̯͈͉͕͙̘͆̏̋͆̐̀̅̂̕͜ḫ̴̠̺͒̇́͛̃͊̈a̷̧̡̛̛͉̱͙̠̱͇͎͌̅̑̈́͜t̶̡̩̩̟̺̲̅̐̽ ̵̧͓̙̲̯͈̈́͜m̶̢͓̲̰̦̳͈̦̻̻̾̊̏̀̇͝a̴̞̱̪̖̺̺̗̥̾̏̆̀́ņ̶̘̣͇̦͕̱̜̟̉͋͘ ̴͖̹̩͕̦̈̔̋̀̈́̾̕̚͝à̴̡̨̱̯̟̰͙̗̊̊̉̊̌̿͋̔͜͜͝g̶̛̹̟̣̻̟̖̕ạ̴̢̠̠̣̤̥̺͓̹͛̊̀̉̓̈́̾͛͌͘i̷̛̙̥̞͙̞̫̓̓͌̄͆͆̚ń̸̙̫̄̀́̽͗͘̚.̴̨̠͕̞̭͎͉͉̈́̀̈͒̃͋̕ͅ.̵̢̡͓͔̮̰̭̤̤̯̺̂̽̀̾̔͐̊̉̀́͘.̵̧̛̠̗̭͎̣͒̀̽̓̌w̴̛̦̳̪̙̱͑̋͒̓̕͘e̶͓̩̍̔̿̈́̕̚ ̶̨̤̱̟͈͈̪̟͛́́̅́͘͜͝ẇ̶̛͈̤̣̝̱͉̹̂͂́̉͝͠ͅi̷̼̤͍͙̗͍̦͙̮̲̊̃̾̉̌̓̀͂̄̆l̸̙̫̃̅̈l̶̝̘̥͔̎ ̵͇̯̰̱̱̋͂̓̀k̴̡̡̤̫̘̇͗͋́̓̚͝į̶̫͙̞̰̤͋̚l̵̨̛̪̩̘̦̝̙̖̽̋͂̅͒̇͝ͅl̷̘̲͉̠̲̩͕̉̀͒́̂̇̇̔͂̏ ̵̡̧̤͔̬̻̤̳͕̖̄̓̀̏̍̂̔͝h̵̢̛̭͙̋͊͐̄̌́̚͝ĭ̷̯͙̝̰̈͑̿̅̔̃̽ḿ̷̡̛̛̜͙͚̑̀.̸̛̗̟̱̝̲́̔͗̍̾̓̔̒͋”Peter felt as though he was about to collapse with no where to go. He prepared to shout out to the voice, but he wasn’t given a chance to. The demon had enough and banished him the realm in which he crept.“Ẅ̸̡̨̛͉͈̳̫̟͉̳̯͚͙̙̞͔̱͈̙͖̬̹̲̻̠̹̖̞̻̘̠͍́͑͋̊̾̅͗̒̔̅̃̔̓̈́̇̈́̽͐͂́̅̐̆̆̆̾̀̅̈̈̅͊̿͆̾̐́̆̔̽̋͌͘̚̕͠͝ͅA̸̧̡̨̢̧̧̧̭̤͕̜̠̲̩̫̹̤̞͓͇̯͇̲͉̰̹̜̲̲̼̣̼̳̥̟͔͎̻̺͓͈̠͇̠̯̖̣͔̘̱̥̲̞͉̙̖͎̮͓̦͈̎̽̈́̅͛͋͋̉̋͑́̕͜͝͠͝ͅͅK̵̛̛̛̼̀́͊̈́̑̑͆͐͊̀̒̈́̽̿̀̿̄́̽̃͌̔̐̅͋̏̀̽̅̎̊͗̍̂͛̕̚͝͠͠͠͝͝E̴̙͖̳̞̻͔͎͖̰̩̗̹͑̃̊̄̑̎̌ ̸̨̨̡̧̛͔̫͕̱̭̦̠̫̪͈̳̥̥̳̲̰̝̬̻͇͚̭͓͇̝̦̰̖͙̯̬̫̤͓͌̆͒̌̂̾̑͌̈́̃͑̉̍̋́̂͑͗̍̀͛̚̚͘̚͜͝͠͝͝͠͝Ư̴̢̧̡͇͔͕̟̼̠̙̪̣̙̬͉̝̜͍̼͎͓̗̣P̶̨̡̧̧̢̫̩͎̰̠̯͙̗͉̮̻̯͖͚̮̬̤̹̣͉̞̲̙̹̤̰̺͔̟͍͇͇͉̩̗̤̦̓̽̉̌̈́̂̉̂̅̅͗̒̚͜͜͠͝͠.̴̨̧̨̢̨̡̢̛̛̗̟͕͓̙̻̟̩̳̱̬̼̠͈̠̭̮̝͖̮͇̰͍̮̲̙̥͚̩̝̤͍̖͇͍͖̰̩͕̩̣̩̰̺̹̮̹̿͆̐́̾̍͆̍͊͑̑̿̎̈͒͒̇̿̇̂̊͆̑͌̈́̾̀̎̈́͗͂̉͐̈̽̄̅̀̋̋̇̒͑̉͐̆̀͒̃̈́̽̄͂̇͐̈́̚̕̕͜͜͜͠͝͠͠͠͝ͅ”Peter opened his eyes. He was on the floor of Stephen’s home, soaked in sweat. The sorcerer stood in front of him, having pulled Peter out of the trance he put him in. “Peter…” Strange held a hand on his shoulder, trying to reassure him he was in safety once again. Peter immediately stood up, quickly glancing around the main corridor. Everything was as it seemed before he left. His breathing heavy and heartbeat slowly calming down.“Peter.”The young man frantically locked eyes with the sorcerer supreme. “Are you okay?” Peter looked as though he had seen a ghost. His face pale to the point that he looked like a walking corpse. “I can help you reco-““You’ve done enough, thanks.” Peter interrupted Strange. His voice was sharp and to the point. He didn’t know what to make of what happened. He slowly backed away from the doctor, never taking his eyes off him as he reached for the door. “I’m going to go home now.” Parker’s voice cracked as he shakily turned the doorknob. Stephen could only look on as Peter crept outside, slowly closing the door behind him.Stephen turned his back to the entrance as he cupped his chin between his index finger and thumb as thought about what he had just witnessed. “Was his darkness that strong?” There was no way to tell what exactly the young hero went through while in that magical trance, but one thing was for certain. Peter’s inner demon was there all along, waiting for his consciousness to acknowledge its existence. Everyone has those feelings inside, dwelling deep within and waiting to influence us in our darkest hour. Will Peter be able to make the best decision when his time comes?Only time will tell.

Bowie

12/02/2021 04:16 PM 

December 2nd - Day Two Marathon

New Years Resolution 1 - Work Less and Enjoy MoreBowie spends a lot of time working, running her own business is hard and it takes up a lot of her time. In the year 2022 she wants to work a little less and make more memories and enjoy life a little more. It is so easy to get caught up with work and neglect friends and family, she doesn’t want to neglect the people she cares about anymore. She wants to make as many memories as possible and try new things. She wants to make 2022 a happy year.

Bowie

12/01/2021 04:12 PM 

December 1st - Day One Marathon

Nice Comment - Avery

Savannah.

11/30/2021 11:57 PM 

Obsession [writing piece]

/I didn't proofread so enjoy those typos. LMAO -Written from Jason's POV- “It wasn’t all in your head..” A smirk formed on his lips, “I have been watching you.” His confession fell upon deaf ears as Savannah’s unconscious body limply leaned against the passenger window of his car.    Obsession.   It’ll drive a person to the brink of insanity. Though he’d never openly admit it, Jason was obsessed. The way Savannah looked at him, the way she smelled...the soft brush of her hand against his bare flesh. Everything about her captivated him in ways he never realized possible. His eyes fell to his right as his hand gripped the steering wheel, eyes trailing up her bare thighs, over her jean skirt that was covered in dirt. The blood stains on her white shirt caused a smirk to form on his lips; she was wearing the blood he caused her to spill. The blood that was now dried against her porcelain skin was his doing.    Shaking his head, he focused on the road again, his mania seeming to take over as his foot fell heavy on the gas.    Visions of her pushing her kids on the swings at the park flooded his mind as he drove. Her hand falling into her husband’s… F***! He hated that guy, that should have been him; that was supposed to be their life! The giggling sounds of the girls echoed in his ears, making him sick to his stomach. The resentment he felt toward them was almost torture. Why did they get to live?! Why did she care so much about them?! All these years, he knew she could feel him watching, but he didn’t care, the thrill of her catching him was a high he craved more than any drug he pumped into his system.    Bright lights.    F***!   The car swerved back into the correct lane, after nearly colliding with another. Jason needed to focus, one wrong move and his whole plan would go to hell. But.. what was his plan? Did he even have one or was he just manic?    “I don’t know why you care so much! He’s not even yours.” The words that fell from her lips made his heart stop. He hadn’t even realized she was awake. “What did you say?” Was the family he had been obsessing over for all these years...really not his? He needed clarification, he had to have heard her wrong.  “You heard me.” No. She was LYING! His right hand lifted upward, striking her against her left cheek with so much force she smacked her face off the window.  “What did you say?!” He spat, trying to focus both on driving and the blonde in his passenger seat.    A pained groan escaped Savannah’s lips as her hand slid over her cheek, blood spilling from her lip as the blow had reopened the busted lip he had given her before. “You heard me, Jason. He’s not even yours.” … “Lying won’t save you, Savannah.” The car swerved all over the road as Jason picked up speed, driving completely erratically, but he couldn’t focus on anything. Why wouldn’t she just shut up!? Why was she always f***ing talking?! Her voice echoed in his ears, taunting him, egging him on. He’s not yours. You don’t have a son. Maverick was never your son. He’s dead because of you.    “I will kill you, right here. Drive this car right over a f***ing cliff. Do you want those kids of yours to grow up alone?! To have NO ONE?!” An empty threat...right? He wasn’t capable of driving the car off a cliff, but that look in her eye, that fear. The feeling of playing God, that he could take her life without even thinking about it. F***. He could feel his addiction to that feeling growing, thoughts of her dead body laying in the snow while blood escaped onto the ground below her, made him crazy. The feeling had changed from a want to.. A need. He needed to make her bleed to make her pay for.. “You won’t.” His head cocked to the side, eyes burning a hole in her as his right hand moved to grip her wrist, tugging her body toward his.  “No?”   A smirk formed on his lips, eyes looking almost...demonic. It was like something snapped in his brain, he needed to make her pay for what she had done to him. What she had done to Maverick. His foot fell heavy against the gas, pushing it to the floor. “Jason! Stop!” .. “Aw what’s wrong? Not so brave now, are you?” Was she really pleading with him now? Did she think that would work? Who did she think she was?! “I love you, Jason. Please, don’t do this.” His heart stopped again as his head slowly turned, eyes softening as his grip loosened on her wrist. “I.. I love you too, Sa..”   CRASH!   ------   “We have a pulse. Jason. Jason, can you hear me?” His eyes fluttered open, blood seeping from a gash in his forehead over his facial features. “Savannah..” His words were labored,  as was his breathing, his whole body hurt as he tried to rescue the blonde from the car. “Sir, I need you to stay still.” The paramedic said as snow fell around them, Jason could feel his body getting colder and colder, though he wasn’t positive if it was from blood loss or the weather. “She’s in the car!” Jason spat out, painfully throwing his arm toward the car as his head slowly turned to finally get a look inside.    Empty.   The car was...empty.   “Sir, there was no one else in the car.” … “That’s impossible! She was there! I know she’s…” His eyes fell on a figure laying in the snow, her blonde hair coated in frost, lips tinted blue. “There! She’s right there! She’s so cold.” He pleaded, begging them to save the woman he loved. Gesturing to his fellow paramedic to humor the man, Jason watched as the woman walked toward Savannah, walking around her. “She’s RIGHT THERE!” He practically screamed, tears streaming down his cheeks. It was as if no one could hear him, could they not see her?! She was right.. “Jason, there is no one there. You were alone in the car.”    As they loaded him up into the ambulance, he took one last look at the scene. The only blood that was in the snow was his…    Could it all have been...just a delusion?  

*Nightmare Before Coffee*

11/30/2021 02:36 PM 

Dreams Made Real

Clint was dreaming, he had to be dreaming. But there he sat in a place he should not be at all. And yet he couldnt shake the feeling that he had been there for a while. Years even. His body felt tired in a way that he couldnt describe. He was cold, hungry, and yet he knew that he couldnt give up.  The bars behind his back felt cold and unrelenting against the strain that everyone in there with him just couldnt break. And they had tried many times before. But there they were, stuck....trapped. And everyone they hauled off never returned.  The more he stared off into the distance the more at home in his body he felt. This was his reality, as bleak as it was, and he was probably going to die here in this place so far from home. He hadnt told his folks where he was going, just took off and signed up. He was placed in the 107th Infantry Regiment, and had fought throught many battles. He had watched so many of these men fall into the group, bright eyed and scared. So many had this ridiculous notion of honor and glory....he had begun to turn a blind eye to the replacements. He was tired of watching them die, watching them cry for their mothers at the end. Tired of it all. Now here he sat, captured and likely left for dead by the army. Trying to ignore the silent tears of the men around him. He knew the odds of them getting out were slim. He had lied to the ones around them, telling them help was coming. But he knew the score pretty well. Help just wasnt coming. He leaned against the bars and tried to count just how long they had been there in this hell, but he couldnt. The days and nights felt the same here and time had truly lost all meaning as they sat there. He wondered if his folks would ever know what happened to him....if missing in action would ever turn to just killed in action. He sighed and closed his eyes. Might as well sleep while he could. They had taken Barnes back a while ago and the only reason they knew he was still alive were the screams. He wondered if he would be next, they seemed to favor the Non Comms here. He didnt know Barnes all that well, but he was a decent sort of folk. Smart, could shoot like no ones business. Yes, Frank wasn't surprised that he had came up the ranks like he did. Suddenly there was noise...a lot of it. Frank opened his eyes and a look of shock fell over his place. Was that.....Captain America?  He had seen the movies and adds of him circling about before. He was meant to give the troops hope and keep their spirits up....Frank had always kind of rolled his eyes at the movies. If only the war had been so glamorous. But he had apprectiated the mans effort at least. Kept most of the new guys from sh*tting their pants at the sight of war at least. But there he stood now, and Frank knew he wasnt dreaming, he was still too cold and hungry for that. Their cages were being opened and Frank was the first to get out of his. Standing had never felt so good. But now wasnt the time to stand around. He signaled for his men to follow him as he took the direction as the others were going. He wanted to stay and help the Captain, but he had too many green boys under his command. They needed direction and he would be damned if he watched them die today after all they had just survived.Frank, along with a few others walked about getting the wounded loaded on stolen trucks. He made sure to get his boys settled and ready to move. He moved with renewed purpose, they had a fighting chance now and Frank was all about a fighting chance. Soon the Captain joined them on the outskirts of the place they had been held, the whole place aflame. They all seemed to take direction from him automatically, moving out as a group, moving fast but slow enough for their walking wounded. Frank didnt care where they were going, just so long as it wasnt there anymore.They walked long into the night and early morning. It was a brutal march for some, others moved like zombies through the cold and the fog of the morning as it settled upon them. Frank kept to the rear so as to make sure no one was left behind. He didnt want to take any chances at this point. Soon they were treading into the camps and he heard the cheer go up, but he simply kept going. He was glad they made it, but there was more work to be done. People to report to. Frank always kept to the chain of command and so he reported in to his superiors and gave a roster he had been building since they had left that place. He was happy to say that Barnes had made it out. Who knew the guy was best friends with the Captain? He handed in all the dogtags he had collected of the dead as well....those boys deserved that much at least.The thing about war is that it goes on. They barely had time to recoup before they were shipping out again. God Frank was so tired, his sleep no longer brought him peace, just the screams of those who never made it out of that nightmarish place. Frank promised himself that if he made it out of here, he would buy a farm and live out his life in peace. He never wanted to another blood stained battlefield in his life. But until then here he was in another city as they tried to overtake it in the advancement. He was screaming orders over the sounds of gunfire, "Clear out, clear out, theyve got us zeroed!!!"  It was then when it hit him, literally. He went flying through the air, hitting a wall from the explosion. He had been hit, and lay bleeding in the streets. He tried to access the damage but he couldnt hear anything but a ringing in his ears and choked on the brick and mortar that fell around him. One of his unit came running up and grabbed him and then he knew only pain as they moved him. His leg was on fire, he could feel the blood now pouring down. Suddenly he was on the ground again as medics rushed towards him and it was then he looked down. His leg was gone at the knee. He had lost his leg and he suddenly started laughing as they worked on him. Well he wasnt going to be doing the jitterbug anymore. They stabbed him with morphine and thats when it happened.Clint shot up in a pure sweat. His lungs were burning from the scream that admitted from his lips as he shot up. He automatically reached down for his leg and let out a sob to find it still there. He stumbled out of bed and headed straight for the bathroom to throw up. Leaning against his tub he made himself calm down. It was just a dream, it wasnt real....and yet Clint suddenly recalled the tombstones at the old family farm. The farm he had saved for and bought back as an adult and had been working for Shield for a couple of years. Frank Barton was what one of the headstones read, his POW status listed as well as his receiving the Silver Star medal. Clint felt a chill run down his spine.....how could he have dreamed that? Was it real and if it was, how did he know any of it at all?

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11/29/2021 11:15 PM 

💕 Angelic Princess' Rules 💕
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ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ Sʜᴇᴇᴘ

11/29/2021 10:48 PM 

Don't Forget Me (Flashback)

What did she do wrong? She knew her mother had her own demons she's been battling. She often heard her mother and her father fighting over something that happened. She often thought that maybe her mother was hiding something from her. Something that had to do with their family. And now, her mother was putting her in foster care because of her PSTD and trauma that happened 9 years ago. Her dark hues stared down at the ground as a tear streamed down the 7 year old's face. Just hearing her mother talking to the people at the foster care center, brought sadness to her. The little girl didn't want another family. She wanted Laurie. Her mother. She admired her mother in so many ways. Now she was beginning to wonder, maybe she was just a bad seed. Laurie walked over to little Jamie before leaning down and Jamie quickly spoke up,"please don't go" she wrapped her arms around her mother and that was when she burst into tears and cried into Laurie's shoulder as she wrapped her arms around little Jamie too. Jamie was afraid she'll never see her mother again. All Jamie's ever wanted was a family. Laurie was that family to her. "I promise that I'll come by to see you every now and then" Laurie released the hug and put her hands on either side of Jamie's face,"be strong for me, okay baby girl? I never wanted to do this. But I have to go to a hospital for a bit. But I promise you, Jamie, I'll come back for you. You're my whole world" Laurie leaned down and kissed the forehead of Jamie as Jamie wrapped her arms around her mother again not wanting to ever let go. She knew as soon as she'd release it, that she'd never see her mother again. "Please don't go. Just stay a little longer" Jamie told her and more tears fell from her face,"I can go with you to the hospital. I promise, I'll be good. I won't talk about your past. I won't wake you up anymore. I won't steal all the snacks. I just want to be a family again. Why can't it be that easy? Why does it have to be so hard to be a family? Am I bad?"Laurie lifted Jamie up in her arms and carried her towards one of the tables before setting her down, wiping some tears away from Jamie's face and fixed her long hair,"there's nothing bad about you. You're more than perfect. There's something bad about me, baby girl. Once I get better, I'm going to come and get you. Something happened years ago to me and my friends. I'm still haunted by my experience and I haven't seeked help about it until now. But seeking help, means I have to go away for a while. You're the best part about me, Jamie. That is never going to change. I promise you, we will meet again. I love you, till I draw my last breath and even after that"."I love you too, mom. Please, don't forget me!" Jamie hugged her again and tried her best not to break again. But deep down, she had a feeling this was going to be the last time she saw her. She remembered all the times they'd stay up late and eat popcorn and watch movies. They'd walk through the park and sometimes they'd end up swinging together. Or their winter snowball fights. She just wanted to wake up in her mother's arms again and wanted her to tell her that everything's going to be okay. Kissing Jamie's cheek Laurie responded with,"Never. How can I forget a face like your's?" Laurie spent the next five minutes hugging her daughter before releasing and she walked right out the door as Jamie ran towards the window to watch her mother drive off into the night. 

Auntie Salvatore

11/29/2021 08:57 PM 

Calista Salvatore

My names Calista Salvatore,I am the adoring aunt to Stefan and Damon Salvatore. I've been put into a slumber over the past 100 years and the spell that had kept me there has worn off. I had to make a new life for myself compelling to get what I want and now I'm searching for my nephews. If you've seen them please let me know. 

how i end.

11/29/2021 06:46 PM 

chapter six.

    chapter six.it’d been silent for at least two minutes before cassius took a deep breath in and let it out, slowly. i could hear the hiss as i sat in my seat in the carseat. i couldn’t move my legs. i kept counting myself down like i did at the gym, but nothing allowed my legs to move from their secure spots against the floorboard of the rental car. “so,” cas said as he began to draw the word out. “i know,” i said in a fit of annoyance. “i’m working on it okay?” cassius zipped his lips and looked back toward the steering wheel. i knew he thought i was dramatic. it was no secret that me, myself was dramatic. however, i hadn’t seen either mel nor my father in over 2 years. and when we left it last, we weren’t in the greatest of places. i thought about the words my father said to me about it not being the right time to be in one another’s lives. by that point, i was exhausted. so, i just let it go. because who cared, right? i was more the shell of a person back then. i was destroyed mentally, physically, psychologically. but my father wouldn’t. know that because he gave up. the idea of that made me grip the sides of the car seat. i just continued to stare at the house that i never grew up in. this house was new. i didn’t know it like i knew my house back when i was in high school, before my dad moved. as i stared at the house, i looked at the windows, watching for any movement. where they even here? maybe they weren’t here? as i looked toward the large picture window in the living room, i saw the curtain drawn back and my little staring at me front behind the pane of glass from inside. for the moment, i swear i could read my sister’s mind. i reached up and grabbed the handle of the car door before pulling the lever and pushing open the door. before i knew it, i was standing outside the home that sat high on the high. “cmon babe,” i said to cas as i looked over my shoulder toward him as he stood up from the car. “is this where you grew up?” he asked, staring at the large oak trees in the back yard that was gated for the dogs. as my parents (my dad and stepmom) grew older, the smaller the amount of dogs they got. we started with 3 dogs and a cat. and now we were dwindled down to one. at least - that’s what i left in the midwest when i moved. “not here, no,” i said, watching as cas walked toward me before stepping up the driveway and toward the front door where i saw mel standing in the front porch door. “you’re early,” said mel in a dead panned voice as she stared at us from the screen door. she looked older, matured. she was in her mid twenties now, really embracing herself. but i couldn’t help but think about her as a kid and how annoying she was. “yeah, after yesterday, i didn’t want to risk traffic,” i admitted as i reached the front door. mel pushed open the screen door and stepped to the step as i held the door and stepped in the house behind her. the house hadn’t changed much. it was still open and bright - just as my stepmom had left it. she passed 6 years ago and my father hadn’t been the same since. like he was lost. mel didn’t remember my father without her. she held him together. his impending death was evident of that. “i’m finishing up right now with dinner,” explained mel as she nodded her head toward the den that sat at the end of the house. it was where my father spent a majority of his time. “he’s back there,” said mel before she turned on her heel toward the kitchen. “my name is amelia,” she said as an introduction, going back to whatever she was doing for dinner. cas cleared his throat and walked back toward the kitchen; a huge goofy grin of his face. “it’s nice to meet you - i’m cassius.” “nice to meet you,” said amelia before she peaked around cas toward me, “go say hi. i’ll keep him occupied.” mel looked back toward cas and smiled, “hi cas! tell me your life story. we have time.” with her words, she sent knifes at me through her eyes, going between myself and the direction that my father was. cassius looked over his shoulder and shrugged at me, “ill be okay?” he said in more of a question than anything. with a nod and a small smile, i turned down the hall toward my father’s sunroom - den - like area. he’d moved into that room after my stepmom’s passing. as i moved down the hall and peered through the door frame, i saw my father sitting on his bed; his feet were over the side and he was gathered in this tattered old robe. it was striped with green and navy blue. it reminded me of the one he had from my childhood; made of the same terry looking material, i thought back to my dad drinking coffee in the early mornings with that robe on, covering his pajamas. he had glasses perched on the end of his nose as he looked out the window, watching as the midwestern day turned into evening. “it’s been quite awhile, hasn’t it?” he said, his voice raspy like he hadn’t spoken in days. pushing the door fully open, i stood in the door, looking into the life of my father, an otherwise mysterious man to most. he had pictures of him and his late wife next to the bed. a picture of myself, my brother and mel when she was younger hung next to the bed. taking a step into the room, i nodded, “a couple years, i think?” “longest we’ve gone,” said my father before looking at me over the shoulder. “must be a new record.” a small laugh left his body as he began to hack from the laughter. coughs overtook and echoed throughout the room as he leaned against the mattress of the bed before taking a deep breath through his nostrils and sighing, “i guess amelia told you.” “yeah,” i began as i moved toward the chair that sat in the corner. “she told me about everything,” i continued before taking a seat and looking toward my father. “are you hungry?” i asked after a moment of silence. my father had gone back to staring out of the window. there were two big trees and a small garden at the front of the house. “you know, she planted that,” began my father, ignoring my question. of course. i stood up and looked out the window at the small garden, knowing he was talking about my step mother. “it’s beautiful,” i said, simply. i was unsure what else to say. “mel helps keep it going now,” said my father. i could feel the pointed message behind his statement. i knew that mel had taken the responsibility i was meant to have. i was meant to be the one that took care of the family, being the oldest girl and my brother gone. but the nature of my relationship with my father was hard enough to come to terms with, let alone actually watch as he began to age. amelia had always been the one while i had always been the outsider - a true descent of my mother. even in death, she found a way to stick it to him. and that burned in my father’s heart all these years. knowing that my mother had gotten to me, gotten in my head and spoiled whatever relationship we could have had. “dad,” i began but he shook his head as he began to shush me. “shh,” he said, bringing his pointer finger to his lips, “let’s just enjoy this for a second.” i had never known my father to just .. enjoy a moment. especially with me. but who was i to deny a man something so simple, after i’d been unable to be the daughter he needed me to be. and he was unable to be the father i needed him to be. didn’t we owe this moment to ourselves? after all this time? opening my mouth to speak, i realized i didn’t have anything to say - nothing that could really make him understand what being here meant. it was awkward and confusing, but it was the most i’d seen my dad in 2 years. “dinner is ready!” shouted mel from the kitchen which brought me back to the present. i wasn’t sure how long i sat in that chair, looking out the window at the garden that my dad seemed attached to. almost like my stepmom had been standing outside of the window, whispering to him. “you ready for dinner?” i asked, standing up and tugging at my shirt. my dad let out a deep breath and then looked toward me before reaching near his bed for his oxygen tube and wrapping it around his nose and into his nostrils. instant oxygen. it was strange to see him like that. it brought me back to seeing my mother in the hospital all those years ago. i remembered the way the tube sunk into her water logged skin. shaking my head and i looked back toward my father and then toward the hallway, seeing mel come walking into the room. “dad, you ready to eat?” she asked with a smile as she walked over to him. “yeah,” he said, taking another deep inhale and standing up with the help with amelia. her hand wrapped around his and helped him stand up. he was 5’10, standing taller than both mel and i. “grab the walker,” he said to mel as he pointed to the corner. amelia flipped her hair to the other shoulder as she grabbed the walker and set it in front of my father. “cas is waiting on you,” stated amelia as she looked from dad to me. her eyes were wide and i could tell that i was in her bubble now. “okay,” i said before moving toward the back of the room, listening as they began to mutter to each other. i tried to ignore it. as i rounded the corner, i saw cas standing in the kitchen at the island that was in the middle of the room. “hey,” he said in a quiet voice as i walked toward me. i stepped into the kitchen and sighed, a breath of relief - one i didn’t know i’d been holding in. “how’d it go? you okay?” asked cas as he reached for me, wrapping his arms around my shoulders and pulling me into his chest. it was strange. i wasn’t normally one to find comfort in others, but for some reason, i needed his hug. i needed that embrace. had i always felt his .. hopeless when i was younger, living here? had i always been this confused about my feelings toward my father? breathing him in, i nodded my head, “i’m fine. it was just .. confusing i guess.” i stepped back and dropped my arms from his before moving toward the sink and grabbing the water pitcher, filling a glass. “i can imagine,” said cas as he patted his chest with his hands and peered down the hall once more. “do you think he’ll like me?” i stopped drinking the glass of water and looked over my shoulder at cassius. of course he was nervous - my brain had been so focused on seeing my father.. i hadn’t even thought about this. about cassius finally meeting him. after everything he’d seen? everything he’d heard. “of course he will,” i reassured cas, “he’ll like you more than me.” i let out a giggle. “that isn’t much, rach,” he said with an eyeball and a chuckle. “alright dad,” said mel as she rounded the corner behind my father, watching as he slowly crawled toward his seat at the end of the table in the kitchen nook. the table was surrounded by chairs and an old church pew bench on the other side. my father plopped into the chair at the head of the table as mel walked toward the island, beginning to bring his water along with his pills toward the table. “here dad,” she said as she placed the dish of pills and water in front of him. “have a seat, have a seat,” said my father, annoyed that we were still standing. his voice wavered as we slid into the bench on his left side. myself first and then cassius. “you must be -“ “cassius, sir,” said cas with a smile, holding his hand out for a handshake. “cassius,” repeated my father, an old cop interrogation tactic. “last?” “russo, sir.” “ah, italian. did she tell you my mother was from sicily,” said my father as he nodded his head toward me while amelia began to fill a plate for him of whatever she made. i hadn’t even looked; my stomach was in knots. “yes sir, she did,” continued cassius as she placed a hand on my leg, a sign of reassurance. “my grandmother was from florence.” “beautiful place,” said my father like he knew anything other than photos. the truth was: my dad had a wild life, but missed out on what he wanted to do in life. he missed out on that traveling with no responsibilities, having started having children when he was in his twenties. “and you’re a police officer, mel says?” “yes sir,” said cas as he cleared his throat, changing the subject away from him as soon as he could. “rachael told me that you were metro?” “ah yeah. county and then metro,” said my dad as he looked as mel set the plate in front of him. “thank you,” and then back to his story. “and then i moved to the feds until i retired.” “wow, that’s quite a ride,” said cassius with a smile as he began to portion his food out. “and how is the gym?” asked amelia as she looked front our father to myself.“it’s doing really well,” i said with a smile. cassius stepped in as well, “she’s done an amazing job with the place. best year we’ve had so far, given the state of the world.” “wow,” said my father, so deadpanned that he couldn’t have planned it. i knew he was annoyed by the business, by how i’d gotten there. about.. my past. i couldn’t help the eye roll as i grabbed my water from the table and took a gulp. “it’s doing well, amelia,” i retorted, “thank you.” a bit of silence before i cleared my throat, “what about you mel? how is school going?” my sister, the doctor - she stared back at me, not missing a beat, “grand. getting my secondary phd.” show off. “nice,” i said with a hiss on the end before moving my eyes back to the food, starting to portion out what i wanted. the table was quiet for a moment before cassius took a deep breath, “so amelia, you said second phd? what are you a doctor in?” “obgyn,” she said, as a matter of fact. “i deliver babies,” her voice was so rude, i almost couldn’t stand it. but cassius gripped my thigh, squeezing the muscle softly to assure me he was fine. “that’s amazing. what are you currently going to school for?” he asked. “mel wants to be a psychiatrist,” i replied for her with a smile. “oh wow,” said cassius as he popped a roll into his mouth. “yeah, wow, isn’t it?” asked mel as she leaned across the table, setting her elbow on the table and leaning her head on her hand. “you can thank rachael for the interest.” here we go. “really?” i asked, feeling cas as he squeezed my thigh once more. “drop it,” said cas with a soft voice, trying to keep my head on straight. “yeah, rach, drop it,” said mel with a smile. “that’s enough!” said my father with a deep voice, shaking just below the octave. the words hung heavy in the room. i hadn’t been yelled at like that in a very long time. “i’m sorry,” said amelia as she looked toward our father. “rachael?” said my father as i stared at my food. he wanted me to apologize. he wanted me to take my part in this, but i wasn’t sure how this was my fault. “why do i need to apologize for that?” “rachael just say you’re sorry,” said my father, breathing heavily through his oxygen tube. “this isn’t the time.” “forget it,” said amelia as she tossed her hands up and scoffed, pushing away from the table and moving toward the front door. with a slam, she was outside and gone. the room was quiet as my father breathed heavily. cassius stayed next to me, drinking his glass of water between bites of rolls. “will you go get her?” said my father, annoyance last each word. i nodded my head and walked toward the front door, pushing through the screen door and walking up toward my little sister. she wasn’t so little anymore. “can we just have dinner?” i asked, looking at mel. “i don’t get to do this often-“ “and whose fault is that?” said amelia, her voice shook. my little sister was the crier of the family, that was for sure. my mouth fell shut as i looked at her sad, blue eyes. i knew whose fault it was, i knew why i left and so did she. didn’t she understand? “you know i couldn’t stay here.” “that doesn’t mean you should have gone,” she retorted, “that’s all you ever do. you run away.” “give me a break, amelia. i’m here,” i said, my eyebrows raised as i looked at her. “you think this is easy for me?” “this isn’t about you, rachael!” she said, her voice rising like mine. our italian blood. “this is about us, as a family,” continued amelia, “we don’t have much longer.” “stop,” i said, shaking my head, “we’re not going to talk like that. cmon.” my dad was a f***ing robot. sure, they said that he wasnt going to last long, but that is when he decides to be an a**hole and last another 20 years. typical of our family. “rachael, you need to come back to reality,” said amelia as tears welled up in her eyes. “he’s going and there is nothing we can do about this.” the hurt in her voice shook me as i stared at my little sister who’d grown up on me. she was a woman, a doctor. “can we just go back inside and have a good dinner?” i asked, hoping she would let this rest. we were doing so well before this. well, good enough for our family. with a nod, amelia walked passed me and back through the screen door leaving me to myself outside. the smell of midwestern autumns were something that no one would experience unless you lived here. i stared at the changing colors on the trees and the smell of ash and wood burning as people burned piles in the backyard. i remember watching bats fly over our bonfires when i was younger. attracted to the heat in the freezing winters. attracted to survival - i remember feeling more at home with those bats than my own bedroom. pushing fingers through my hair, i turned and walked back through the doorframe and back toward dinner.

Dodge.

11/29/2021 04:01 PM 

Wanted Connections

Simple:Lawyer - Your character helps Dodge try and get custody of his daughter. ̶N̶e̶i̶g̶h̶b̶o̶r̶ ̶-̶ ̶S̶e̶l̶f̶-̶e̶x̶p̶l̶a̶n̶a̶t̶o̶r̶y̶Detailed:Business Investor and Friend - Dodge met your character when he first moved to Burgeon. Your character was like a mentor to Dodge and decided to invest in his hotel. The two of them are very close. Toxic Ex-Girlfriend - Dodge met your character in Burgeon. Your character was the first serious relationship he's had since he broke up with the mother of his child. Your character helps him get over it, but once the two get close, he realizes she has ties to his ex and is reprting info back to her. 

Dodge.

11/29/2021 03:41 PM 

Connections

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Paranormal Haunting Investigations

11/29/2021 02:46 PM 

The Familiar Haunts
Current mood:  anxious

Place: The Myers Residence-Haddonfield, IlinoisFamous Killer: Michael MyersPlace: Camp Crystal Lake- Cunningham County, New JerseyFamous Killers: Pamela & Jason VoorheesPlace: Camp Algonquin AKA Sleepaway Camp- Argyle, New YorkKillers: AngelaPlace: Vannacutt Psychiatric Institute for the Criminally Insane-Los Angeles, CAKillers: Dr. Richard Vannacutt, MANYPlace: Briarcliffe Manor formerly Briarcliffe Insane Asylum- New EnglandKillers: Too Many To Name.Place: The Black HillsKillers: Possible Blair Witch Myths and Rumors. Place: The Firefly House- Ruggsville County, TexasKillers: The Firefly FamilyPlace: Springsville Hotel- Ruggsville, TexasKillers: The Firefly FamilyPlace: Leatherface House- Granger, TexasKillers: Leatherface & his family.MORE TO COME




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