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06/29/2020 03:32 PM 

Moodboard Monday.

"May we think of freedom, not as the right to do as we please, but as the opportunity to do what is right."

The Dark Warrior (MCRP)/ Daro.

06/29/2020 03:05 PM 

Orginised plots

Nesy's totally strange plots. Plots may contain violence.Dark fantasy plots:Dark Chronicles:  Those who slay evil.The world is a dark place, a hope that lasted long has seemingly turned into a clash between two forces. Demon-attacks are common across the entire globe and they are under the rule of a sinister leader who some people described her as: "An evil monarch" (Whatever character) along with her cult of followers that have been seduced or lost into her/his clutches. A world that has been once peaceful fell into massive chaos and blowouts littered everywhere with battlezones that stretches far beyond human comprehension. It's a dark age that's upon mankind and other races with it as well. The opposite forces to the ones trying to take over the world are the "The Alliance." which are formed by people who came together and united which made them declare war at the enemy of their nations. While attacks happening and being dealt with inside of cities, The Alliance forces are trying hard to repel the demon forces that sought to slaughter everything in its way. Others grew up in these terrible conditions with caution and fear that everything they knew, loved ones and buddies would perish in front of their eyes. Most of of them lost hope and succumbed to the fate of perishing. However, one particular boy named Nesy, whose village was also destroyed by these vile forces that killed nearly everyone but Nesy came out alive and now lives in the capital. However, Nesy seeks to become stronger and has great potential to become someone bigger and maybe to become a warrior and perhaps a hero! He did not lose hope and wanted to believe in a world where it's peaceful and filled with love. He rather die than live in a world with rottenness and darkness for the rest of his life, he decided to fight for what was right! It's time to show the world what he was made of, companions along the way would even assist Nesy and be with him on his adventures.Plot 2: Crimoa's desireThe world of Crimoa is a world that happened to be without humans as they've somehow mysteriously gotten extinct, races like elves or dwarves alike are still there but the dominate race is Demons and there is mostly demons that dominate most regions of the world. However, there were two types of superpower demon nations which were in a faction with other races and other nations. The world was once unified as all races were together under rule by elected monarchs but also other ones that weren't demons, of course, nobody was discriminated at firsthand but as times began to change, one particular leader was elected but has broken the "Demonocon Codex." which has been for hundreds of generations is about making sure everyone's rights were intact and nobody should remove the people's voices but the new ruler decided to take over the Union for herself and create a dictatorship which everyone despised.While some did love her ideals and decided to kill their own people and a rebellion/civil war would begin that split the nation into two halves. Then, a new leader was coronated which overthrew her older Sister to which she went into exile with her followers/Nobels and swore her revenge to what she did. The Occultist Union was created, dedicated to destroying the other Union as well which was ruled under dictatorship and tyranny. Her younger sister and older sister are on each other's throats and will always be until they declared war on each other. It seemed to be lost, all hope it seemed for this world as it began to turn into war and lives hurt left and right. (MC/Nesy) is a human who somehow got transported into another world by a rift of some sorts. Humans were treated as legends because of their rarity and unique properties. Nesy was brought to this world with some very special powers which included, Life-force production and fire/electricity manipulation. Nesy was like a superweapon to the people. The two sides were desperate to get Nesy on their sides and would do almost everything in their power to bring him to their sides.The Heilheim Sovereignty  vs The Divine Light There are 2 mighty queens in this battle fighting each other for many or just specific purposes..The Queen of darkness and the Divine Queen. An epic war has broken out! Many fled from their homes and villages and they attempted to seek shelter with the Divine queen. The Queen would welcome them with open hands and they were thankful. They wished to create an alliance and many other alliances joined along with the Divine Queen.. But some did the wrong choice. Who is the Queen of Darkness? She is ruling a kingdom filled with evil and despair. Darkness and pure evil. She wants all the power she ever wanted. She has executed many people who have turned against her or who she thought was deceiving her. She is powerful indeed... She wants all the land for herself and nobody else! She's indeed a power-hungry queen. The Divine Queen did not like this! She decided to declare war upon her forces! She rules a kingdom with good and purity..The entire alliance agreed with this! They decided to fight them. So far they have done good.. They have managed to keep them out for a long time.. But The Queen of Darkness won't give up that easily. They might strike again.. Who knows? However, there may be undiscovered alliances that are left behind.. Roles: The Queen of Darkness,The Divine Queen and etc.(Explaining the plot): Who will I become? Nesy Celvius! Basically, Nesy is a leader of an unknown alliance that the queens/kings have not discovered yet.. His race are martial-arts people which are called: Celvestians... But the Celvestians were very few and small in numbers.. But they were very famous for their kung-fu practice and KI practice.. I'd be a leader of a small alliance of 10 people What side will I join? It all depends on the roleplay…------------------------------ Easier to understand roleplay ideas. Deities and warfare.1.  Nesy is a young and enthusiastic person who got sucked from the modern world to a medieval plane of existence. He seemed to be a male in his 18's who fell from the sky as a result of the transportation. He ended up in the middle of a foreign place where everything seemed so alien to Nesy. His magical energy woke up two deities that had long been in war against each other and were always on each other's throats. This was a result of Nesy somehow entering this world but his magical energy was powerful. However, there were two factions that were in war with each other: The Alliance and The Divine Union. The Divine Union was a faction that dedicated themselves to the fighting of invaders and uniting the country under a holy rule, whilst the other clan sought power and subjugation of the entire continent. The reason for their war is clear, they want to unite their people one way or the other and both disagree on how it should be ruled. The Divine Union's deity was the goddess of peace and prosperity while her counterpart was the Dark Goddess who side with the Alliance. As he spent time here, more people began to notice oddities with Nesy, as consequence rumours began to spread around the continent of a powerful young boy which shook minds of the entire continent. People who was transported to other worlds had also magical powers within them but Nesy didn't know that. Nesy was the prophecy and the key to ending this war. The two deities knew it first but how? Find out yourself in Nesy's fantastic adventures.2.  (Oh my deity!)Nesy is a young and ambitious person who loves adventuring. Until Nesy somehow discovered ancient ruins and woke up a forgotten ancient deity in a shrine/place. (Could be by any sorts: Demon/Gods/Goddesses/Whatever.) 

Hou Xin

06/29/2020 01:48 PM 

Duty, hiding... or leisure

/1st part of a drabble I attempted to write - just to notice I totally got lost and sidetracked, not even getting close to the core subject I wanted to address... so, with RL nagging, I´ll leave that 1st part here for now, but surely at least one more, maybe even two will follow in due time / „Hou Jiàng (General Hou), Ning Cheng is here”, Wu Ying the foot-boy assigned to the quarters of the Imperial Guard, or Jade Guard as the elite troop of highly trained Demon and Monster Hunters also were referred to among common folks, announced, stopping right at the doorstep leading to the General´s office.The person in question looked up, or rather directed a set of dark-brown, unfocused eyes towards where he sensed the their youngest member, a warm smile lightning up the even features while nodding his acknowledgment.“Finally! - let him in” Hou Xin gestured invitingly almost impatiently while rising from the seat pad behind the narrow writing table. - “Duìle, Wú Yíng (By the way, Wu Ying), please make sure that no other than my men enter may unannounced.” he added before the Guard´s young handyman was able to bustle away.“Méi cuò, Jiàng (Sure, General)” – swift footsteps faded across the yard just to be replaced by heavier once, which, if footsteps were able to convey such sentiment, resounded with a distinct cheerfulness only one person Hou Xin knew radiated, no matter what.“Ning Cheng!” the smile even widened, deepened - “Dà gē (Brother)” came the merry greeting in return accompanied by a playful yet soundly enough slap to the older´ s shoulder. – Not really official Court etiquette between one superior and his subordinate, yet now that they were meeting in private both of them reverted back to their normal, casual way of behaving around and addressing each other.Both warriors shared a friendship dating back until their childhood days – They met shortly after Hou Xin was left an orphan and officially made the Court´s ward. Ning Cheng, only one year younger and son of one of the Emperor´s stablemen, already all the upbeat, positive and cheeky nature he managed to keep till this day, had been the one to easily get through and befriend the traumatized boy.Quickly they became inseparable, brother-like friends – a relationship which only deepened over the years and which helped them to pull through all kind of worries and hardships young recruits and soldiers on the battlefield were facing.The latest challenge to overcome for Hou Xin had been the blow of losing his eyesight. And once again it had been Ning Cheng ahead of all the others offering support who kept the struck warrior going – and it had also been the convincing words of the man Hou Xin affectionately called “Xiǎo dì (Little brother)” who made him accept the rank of a General, yet only provided that Ning Cheng would be his 2nd in command and right hand man all along.“Suǒ yǐ (So), did you bring the reports, Xiǎo dì?” Hou Xin inquired after their initial greeting to receive an almost indignant “Dāng rán (of course), as always”, in return.Hǎo ba hǎo ba (alright, alright), sit down then and let´s get started”, Hou Xin nudged his friend towards the seat he just left.Ning Cheng eventually taking the place behind he writing table stated to spread out the reports, yet suddenly paused, curiously eyeing an envelope sitting a the side as if discarded carelessly.“May I ask you something, Dà gē?”, that this was just a rhetorical prelude became clear when the younger of the two warriors went on without waiting for an answer, “Why do you still do that yourself?”“What do you mean?!” Hou Xin, by now slouching on the steps leading up to the area with the table flashed a curious glance upwards, pretending to be all unassuming though he was rather certain where this was about to go.“You know what I mean… why do you do still all that planning stuff yourself. Setting up patrols, reading all those reports… none of the other Generals do that. They all assign it to some assistant… someone like me…” Ning Cheng went on and was interrupted by a voice lined with slight annoyance.“Do I look like the other Generals to you? – Or do you think I don´t trust you?!”“Méiyǒu (no) surely not… I didn´t mean it that way and you know that very well, too - … just, why waste your time with such stuff when you could simply it leave it to me… and maybe join this fancy evening of Official´s Zhu daughter,… as it is set tonight?!”The scowl on Hou Xin´s face vanished being replaced by something resembling amusement biting a bitter lemon.“Qí yī (firstly), who told you to snoop around my desk? – You found that invitation, right?.... Qí èr (secondly), why did you think I insisted that we go through these tasks specifically tonight, Xiǎo dì?! – Have you ever met Official Zhu´s daughter?... Zhu Jinghua….”.   Ning Cheng could have sworn that his brother-like friend seemed to slightly shudder while uttering her name. “Méiyǒu… I haven´t but I know that the Zhu family is one of the richest families around… so, she surely must be well set…and I HAVE heard that some praise her beauty…”“Of course, THAT´s what I am looking for in a woman… rich and beautiful – especially latter… “ Hou Xin mocked back, “…a high maintenance, difficult and self-absorbed woman.. .that´s what I experienced while having been guest at the Zhu´s residence… - and not too bright at that…. – No, I´d rather not encourage her even further – indeed I hope that if I stay away long enough she might find another poor soul to chase into any kind of relationship…”The utterly amused laughter of Ning Cheng filled room, “Oh, so are you using me as an excuse… I am not sure if I should be flattered or offended - and here I thought you indeed genuinely enjoyed our time together.”“Shut up, don´t be a jerk… I do… to be honest, I´d prefer any kind of evening spent with you or the Guard for that matter over any of those fancy events. They are bothersome and all this demanded pretending is tiring… - So, stop nagging and let´s get going, the schedules won´t write themselves - here, maybe that helps to get us started decently….”During their little banter Hou Xin had gotten up and made his way over to a cupboard on the far end of the room and let his fingers run across some bottles stored on the shelves.Once he felt out a certain wax sigil sealing the top of one of the jugs his search stopped and he turned back to his friend, placing said bottle and two wine-cups next to his 2nd in command on the writing table.“Ugh…Quèshí (indeed) that helps a lot, Zouh Wei makes some great wine” Ning Cheng happily clapped his hands while watching Hou Xing pouring a cup for each of them.“Gān bēi (Cheers!)… and now with your throat all properly greased, start reading, I am all ears.”“Dāngrán! (Sure!)… here we go” after emptying the simple yet delicate stoneware-cup the Ning Cheng eventually averted his attention back to the reports on possible non-human or even demonic activity causing problems for the people which had been stated to the officials during he past weeks and started to read them out loud. … to be continued    


06/29/2020 01:34 PM 

Comfort ft. Madamn Bones

Part of acting as Head Girl, especially during exam time, was making sure everyone was where they needed to be, when they needed to be. There was a list of students for each house given to the Head Boy and Girl, and, periodically, they were meant to do a headcount to make sure that all pupils were (as stated above) in their respective areas at the respective times.This particular evening, Amelia Bones was missing.She was not your usual student and was constantly causing some sort of trouble. There wasn’t a week that went by, the young, fiery red-haired Gryffindor wasn’t sent to Professor McGonagall’s office by none other than Molly Prewett. The seventh year had a very low tolerance for fighting and misbehaving - especially when one seemed to get more kicks out of being rebellious than they did actually learning and taking school seriously.Molly often wondered what in Merlin’s name happened to this child to cause her to be so angry.“Bones, Amelia is the only pupil unaccounted for. She’s meant to be in Potions lessons.” Arthur Weasley, who was Head Boy, looked up from his clipboard. “Slughorn promises he’ll let her make up the exam, but if she’s more than half an hour late, twenty points will be taken for extreme tardiness. She’ll fail entirely if she doesn’t show.”“Damn child.” Molly rolled her eyes and shoved her quill behind her ear. Her clipboard was placed on one of the many tables in the Prefect lounge. “Doesn’t she care at all? She’s only in her first year. I don’t see how she’s going to make it through six more.”“I suppose that’s up to her to decide.” Arthur wrapped his arms around Molly. “It’s quite hilarious though.”Molly quirked a brow, but she didn’t fight the hold he now had her in. “What’s hilarious?”“You.” Arthur grinned. “I love it when you get all fired up, especially over a first year you don‘t even know.”Molly’s eyes narrowed, and she smacked Arthur’s chest playfully. “I’ll show you fired up, Arthur Weasley.”“I know you will.”“I just don’t understand. I tried to help her. I tried to care, but it’s those who just have no care for. . . even themselves, or so it seems, that I have a really hard time giving a damn about.”Molly let out a little grumble and Arthur pecked her lips.“Well. What are you going to do about it now? It’s our responsibility to make sure she gets to class. She’s got-” He paused and looked at his watch. “-fifteen minutes before she loses twenty points on her exam. You know the First Year Exams are just as important as all of the others.”Molly pulled away and nodded. “I know. I know. I suppose I could fetch McGonagall and let her handle it, but I don’t think there would be enough time to do that and get her to the exam. " Molly paused and rolled her eyes. "I'll just go and find her. Have any suggestions of where I should look?”“The loo. I’ve noticed you ladies always go to the lavatory when you want some alone time.”“So observant, you are,” Molly teased through a smile. “I’ll catch you later, Weasley.”  ***  It wasn’t long after leaving the Prefect Lounge, Molly found herself entering the Girls Lavatory. Her attention was drawn to the center stall when she heard sniffles and insults being spewed toward Moaning Myrtle by none other than the girl she was looking for, Amelia Bones.Molly smiled when she thought about Arthur and how he’d been right.“Myrtle, if you don’t go away, I’ll hex you!” the voice of Amelia boomed from the toilet where she was currently hiding.“Hehehehe! You’ll definitely fail those exams for sure. Everyone knows you can’t hex what’s already dead.”There was another loud grunt and what sounded like an attack against the wall.“I said get lost!” There was more kicking and punching noises against the stall. It sounded like there was a wild animal on the other side.Molly shook her head. “Oh, Amelia.”Moaning Myrtle let out one of her ear-piercing cries.Molly cringed. She hated that bloody sound!“No one ever wants to play with me - even when they are crying and need comfort! I understand more than anyone else about pain.”“I said go away Myrtle!” More booming kicks and punches came from behind the stall. “Just leave me alone!”Molly rushed forward with her wand drawn - not that she could do anything because Myrtle was correct: there was no harming what was already dead.“Bones? Bones? Is that you?” Molly banged on the stall with her fist not holding her wand. “Amelia, are you alright?”The kicking and punching and screaming from Amelia continued on the other side.She didn’t answer Molly’s inquiry.Moaning Myrtle was now hovering just beside where Molly stood.“Oh hello.” Myrtle smiled and tilted her head to the side. It was not the usual friendly smile, but more of a devious one. “If the cry baby won’t allow me to comfort her, maybe you’ll have more luck.”Amelia’s screams continued from the other side.“Get lost, Myrtle.” Molly glared toward the ghost. She'd never been a fan of the girl. She was all for understanding pain, but Myrtle was whiny, and there was a difference between actual pain and the constant need to bitch and moan. “- - Because believe me, I will find a way to hex you, if you don't.”“Fine! I know when I’m not wanted!” Myrtle shouted out in obvious anger. She charged and went right through Molly’s body, sending a shivering sensation down her spine.Molly shook her head and brushed off the cold, bone-chilling feeling and returned her attention to Amelia. She pointed her wand toward the stall where the girl was currently (and very loudly) ‘hiding’.“Alohomora!” The lock of the stall unlatched and the door flew open and out fell Amelia directly toward Molly. It was obvious Amelia was just about to punch the door of the stall when it opened before she could.Molly caught Amelia in her arms, and she bent to her knees in order to hold her steady.Amelia began to hit and kick the air now. Her fists and shoes attacked Molly every now and then.Molly took the beating.There was kicking, screaming, crying and lots of incoherent words which left the lips of Amelia.Molly didn’t know what in Merlin’s name was going on, but there was definitely something very wrong with this child. . . she just hadn’t yet figured out what. It was obvious Amelia needed someone to lash out on, so Molly decided to allow her to treat her as her temporary punching bag.Believe it or not, Molly, too, understood anger and pain and fear. . . and there was something this child needed that she didn’t have at that very moment. Molly chose to comfort and treat Amelia like she would if she had a child of her own.What would she do if Amelia was her daughter?Molly would hug her little girl. She knew when she, herself, was upset, just feeling the pressure of another body against her own worked wonders . . .so maybe. . . just maybe, it would work with Amelia.Molly wrapped her arms around Amelia, embracing her tight - but not too tight to where she might feel she couldn’t breathe - and shushed her softly.Amelia fought the hold at first. She tried to break away whilst more grumbles and growls left her lungs. . . but Molly didn’t stop. There was something inside of her that told her she was doing the right thing by embracing her peer.Molly was right. It was only a few moments later when Amelia began to calm down and give into the embrace.Amelia’s arms wrapped around Molly now, which prompted her to tighten her grip a little more. Her hand came up to rest against Amelia’s back, and she ran it up and down in what she hoped was a soothing manner.Amelia’s breathing began to slow down and Molly felt the girl’s body growing heavier against her own. It was as if she was giving into the comfort of the hug and allowing herself to be free of the tension she was holding moments ago.“Would you like to tell me what’s the matter?” Molly asked as she slowly pulled away. Her hands came up to rest against Amelia’s face.She wiped the leftover tears away.It was at this very moment, Molly completely forgot all of the trouble Amelia had put her through for the entirety of the year, and, instead, what she saw was a very broken girl who needed some guidance.Molly could see the wave of uncertainty dancing in Amelia’s eyes. It was clear she was trying to decide if Molly could be trusted or not.“I’m a good listener. I assure you.” Molly stood to her feet. “. . . but whilst you decide, let’s also get you cleaned up and ready for Potions. Professor Slughorn is waiting.”“I’m not going, Prewett.” Amelia crossed her arms over her chest.“Oh? Why not?” Molly looked to Amelia through the mirror of one of the bathroom sinks she now stood over.She was wetting a paper towel to wipe Amelia’s face of the remaining tears and to hopefully bring down the red in her cheeks. Molly more than anyone else understood what it was like to bear red hair and deal with her skin turning the same shade - if not brighter - when even the slightest hint of emotion decided to rise from within.“I don’t want to.” Amelia’s tone sounded rather indignant.“Don’t you want to return as a Second Year rather than repeat your first?” Molly bent down on her knees once more and began wiping Amelia’s face.Amelia fought Molly’s touch again at first, but it wasn’t long until she settled and allowed her to dab her face with the towel.“Yes, but it’s no use. I always fail exams.” Amelia’s eyes watered, and one single tear fell from her cheeks. “I always go completely mad beforehand.” Another tear fell. Molly pulled back from the dabbing by now. “My chest tightens. I get hot. I can’t think. I see red.”Molly watched as Amelia began shaking. Her heart ached for the girl. In hopes Amelia would cease her shaking, Molly grabbed and held her tightly once more. Amelia didn’t fight the hold this time. Instead, Molly felt as she gave into the embrace.“Those are called Panic Attacks.” Molly said when she drew back. She continued dabbing Amelia’s face with the towel once again. “There’s got to be some accommodations given to you. Maybe you can test in a different room. We could propose you being given as much time as you need, and one single monitor who checks on you periodically.” Molly found herself feeling the need to advocate for Amelia. ‘This is what you're good at,’ something told her deep inside. “I’m sure there are certain medicinal herbs which can be taken via tea to help calm your nerves beforehand. Maybe even Pomfrey has something you could be prescribed to take during exams.” Molly was becoming rather enthusiastic about the entire endeavor. “Have you told anyone?”This was when Amelia pulled away. “No. I’m not telling anyone. Everyone will think I’m a freak! They’ll laugh - possibly send me home, even!”“No they won’t. They can help you succeed.” Molly watched Amelia shake her head just before she began to pace back and forth.Next thing Molly knew, Amelia was hitting herself in the forehead with her palm and calling herself profanities which would cause points to be taken from Gryffindor if reported.The sight was gut wrenching. Amelia was only a child, and she was expecting perfection and hiding from the reality of what was going on, on the inside. This moment reminded Molly of herself when she couldn’t please her mother.Molly stood to her feet and rushed over to Amelia. She stopped her and pulled her hand away from her face.“Amelia.” Molly attempted to lock eyes with her. She was trying to show her she was safe! “Stop!”“No!” Amelia fought Molly’s grip and went to hit her forehead again. “You’re not my mum, Prewett! You don’t get to tell me what to do!”Amelia fought Molly’s hold on her arm. “You’re a student just like me!” She finally broke her limb free and began hitting herself in the forehead again.Molly’s heart broke even more as she watched. It was at this point, she figured she should’ve already gone to fetch McGonagall, but she wanted Amelia to think about her future and her exams and not get herself into trouble before having a chance to explain what was really going on.“Amelia!” Molly grabbed the girl's hands once more. She prayed to Merlin to forgive her for possibly holding on too tight, but she wanted Amelia to stop harming herself!What else was she to do?!“I’m your friend. I’m going to help you, if you’ll just allow me to!”“No you’re not!" Amelia shouted. "You hate me. I know you do.” The obvious raging tears returned to her eyes. “YOU’RE NO BETTER THAN ANYONE ELSE!”Amelia’s fists came up and pounded against Molly’s chest.Molly took it.She took every punch Amelia threw her way.It felt like hours she stood there and allowed herself to be the little girl’s punching bag.She wasn’t worried about injuries. She would heal herself of any bumps and bruises later.If it weren’t for everyone in their respective exam rooms taking their finals, someone would have heard the shouting.The punching began to die down after awhile - it happened when the obvious exhaustion began to take over Amelia’s body, and it was clear to Molly she was reaching the point where there was no more fight in her.Amelia pulled back from Molly. The look in her eyes went from exhausted to horror in a matter of seconds.She gasped. “I’m sorry.” Tears pooled in her eyes once more. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”Molly watched. Amelia couldn't stand still. It was as if all of the shame and fear and emotion was rising up inside of the tiny eleven year old girl. Molly felt that Amelia would break, if someone didn't stop her from snapping in two.Amelia cried. It was honestly horrible to watch her come to the realization of what her anger could prompt her to do.She looked so afraid.Molly shook her head in dismissal of the apologies and wrapped her arms around the girl (this time there was a grumble when she moved. Bloody hell that little twerp could throw a punch).“It’s alright.” Molly shushed Amelia after hopefully reassuring her she didn’t blame her for what she did.Amelia pulled away and wiped her eyes. “I just get so scared, and I don’t want anyone to know it. I’m not a coward! I'm not! . . . so I get angry because it usually makes people go away. . . makes them afraid of me."Molly drew her wand from the pocket of her robes where she’d replaced it earlier after opening the lock of the bathroom stall. She flicked her wrist toward the sink and turned it on. There was another flick of her wrist and a paper towel was lifted from the pile and placed under the water to soak.“. . . but not you.” Amelia tilted her head to the side. There was a curious expression spread across her features. “You’re still here.”“‘Accio!’ Towel.” Molly whispered under her breath, followed by a flick of her wand. “Let’s try this one more time. Shall we?” The paper towel zoomed through the air and landed in her hand. “I’m quite the stubborn witch-” Molly returned her wand to the pocket of her robes and dabbed Amelia’s tear stained face once more. “-and though I try and follow the rules as best I can, I tend to be quite rebellious myself. . . so yes. I’m still here. I don’t like to be known as someone who does what others simply expect me to do. I like to make up my own mind.”Amelia smiled. “I like that. I like thinking for myself.”“As you should.” Molly dabbed the last of the tears from Amelia’s face and smiled. “There. Now. I won’t force you to tell McGonagall. If you’d rather keep your little secret to yourself, it’s safe with me.”Molly slowly stood. Damn, she was in pain.“However, we’re long since past Slughorn's offer for you to show up and receive full marks for your exam, and I urge you to consider talking to someone about what you're going through so you can be given a fair chance at passing and moving on into your second year.”Amelia didn’t respond right away, and Molly took it as the perfect opportunity to draw her wand from her robes once more and heal herself of the wounds she’d obscured whilst taking a beating from the eleven year old. She was subtle about it - as to not make Amelia feel worse than she already did. Molly had been practicing her Healing Spells. She was set to go to school to become a professional Healer in the up and coming Fall. She was becoming quite good with her Healing abilities.When Molly finished, the wand was replaced once again inside the pocket of her robes. She turned to Amelia who remained quiet, standing there.Molly held out her hand. “What’s it going to be, Bones? Are you going to remain here and hide away, or are you going to give yourself the fair chance you deserve?”Amelia looked from Molly to her hand and back again. She didn’t answer, but she did smile and finally took Molly’s hand.Molly smiled. “You’re making the right decision.”“I know.” Amelia squeezed Molly's hand, and the pair of them left the lavatories in order to go and inform McGonagall of what happened. “I wouldn’t be doing it if I didn’t believe it was.”“Stubborn rebellious child.” Molly shook her head in amusement.“I could say the same about you.” Amelia looked to her with a big grin.Molly smirked, and the pair made their way down the many corridors leading to McGonagall’s office. Amelia was given a second chance to take all of her exams with accommodations.The pair didn’t speak a whole ton after that moment shared in the girls bathroom, and it would be many years before they ever really spoke again. . .but it was because of this moment spent with Amelia Bones, Molly realized, she wanted very much to become a mother one day.


06/29/2020 11:15 PM 


Damiano Luca Rossi (Aaron Johnson) // Dom, Luca Brasi // 29 // brother //Their relationship took a hit after their father was murdered. Dom would constantly nag Giovanni about joining the family business and finishing what their father started. This is something that Giovanni has never been interested in. As they got older, they went their separate ways. Dom decided he would take on the business himself and although it started off rocky, he is now worth millions from the trafficking of illegal narcotics. With his interest in growing the business more and establishing it globally, he finds himself at a crossroads. The man that Giovanni put a hit on and had murdered for killing his father, has a son that no one knew about until recently. When he threatens Damiano's life, this leads him to reach out to Giovanni and rekindle some form of a relationship. Little does Damiano know, Giovanni has struck a deal with Owney Madden's son, Padraic. In exchange for him sparing Damiano's life, Giovanni is getting back into the business with his brother, but is now a mole for Padraic without Damiano's knowledge.[still haven't worked Giovanni's character up to that point yet but, eventually... hopefully soon] Additional Details:Baby momma drama // has a 2-year-old daughter that he’s never told Giovanni about // Permanent residence is in Los Angeles, CA but he travels frequently for business between Colorado, New Mexico, and Florida // Colorado is a new territory for him – he recently put down roots for the business there with a desire to delve deeper into the production of Marijuana. Monserrat Ali (Lupita Nyong’o) // Monse // 32 // just complicated af – no LI inclusion //Monse and Giovanni have a complicated relationship with one another. They are the best of friends, and have not established their relationship as anything past that. Since they spend a lot of time together, they’re often caught by paparrazi so it is assumed by the public that they are together when in reality they are not. They have not taken the time to correct anyone though and think it’s entertaining that people will believe anything just because the outlets tell them it’s true. So, they joke about this with one another often. As much as they joke around with one another is as much as they argue. Monse does not like that there’s no label on their relationship and is hell bent on setting boundaries, but Giovanni still isn’t interested in either of the two. He genuinely loves her, but feels if they put a label on it, he’ll just mess things up. This is pent up trauma from his previous relationship which he is now spending a lot of time in court attempting to settle. Also, they both get a lot of backlash for “being with each other” because of it being interracial. Even though as mentioned before, they’re technically not together.Shefali Dhawan (Priyanka Chopra) // 37 // business partner at Rossi & Friends Mentorship Program //Shefali assists Giovanni run a new mentorship program that he’s created called Rossi & Friends. She spends a lot of time assisting with business acumen but has also found joy in providing mentorship too. Her background is a little bit complicated and she has some trauma from her past. She refuses to go to therapy and that’s the reason she likes to spend time with Giovanni. He also has some issues but he doesn’t press her to seek the necessary help so he’s a bad influence, but that's what makes the friendship and partnership work. Shefali was born and raised in India, where she was sold to the highest bidder by her family at the tender age of 12 years old. It was her mother’s decision and it was made out of desperation due to how poor they were. She was forced to marry around the same time and ended up pregnant with her first child at 16. Unfortunately, she had to give the child away. It wasn’t until she was 17 years old that the light at the end of the tunnel was beginning not to seem so dull for her. The moment an opportunity arose for her to escape, she took it and never looked back. Additional Details / Present: Shefali uses her story to help mentor those within the program who have experienced mental and physical abuse. In her spare time, she runs her own personal organization that helps get women and men who have been trafficked back on track in society. Many of them have lost out on a lot of time so she prepares them for what to expect as they return to somewhat of a normal life. They most likely have expressed interest in the performing arts or utilize drawings/paintings as an outlet that is impactful for them in a positive way. Even if they are not interested in those exact programs, she still takes them under her wing. Geneviève Marian Byrne (Anne Hathaway) // Gen, Marie, Birdie // 30 // ex-wife //Gen is Giovanni’s ex-wife. The two were married for five years before they decided to split. It wasn’t mutual, and Giovanni was the one to call it quits. They do not communicate well with one another and are currently in court attempting to settle their divorce. She is making it more difficult than it needs to be, by creating false claims against Giovanni. Due to these false claims, he has been under a lot of scrutiny by public outlets and an investigation. This is another issue that has caused problems for him and Monse.Vincent Lombardi (George Clooney) // Vinny // 59 // family friend [Gio calls him Uncle due to how close he is to the family] //This is the man he calls Uncle and runs to when he needs advice. Vinny was the one who carried out the hit on Owney Madden for Giovanni. Gio has felt his entire life that he owed him and there was no way he could pay him back for what he did. Vinny doesn’t make a big deal out of it often, but he does continuously express his disappointment in Giovanni and Damiano’s relationship falling through. He will become a big part of Giovanni’s life again, when he discovers Padraic has a hold on Gio and has no intentions of letting go.Padraic Madden (Robert Pattinson) // 31 years old // Owney Madden’s son //Padraic is Owney Madden’s son. This one is pretty easy as he has a hatred for Giovanni’s family that is indescribable. Even though it was seen as revenge for Owney murdering Giovanni’s father, Padraic doesn’t believe that’s something his father would do. He’s going to make an appearance soon in Giovanni’s life and threaten Damiano. Which will force Giovanni to get back into the business; the reason he’ll have Giovanni secretly working for him behind Damiano’s back.  [ uc ]


06/29/2020 09:30 AM 

Broken Deity

Scott: "Why didn't you tell me when it happened?" He stared at Roni in disbelief. Roni: She glanced down, she finally looked up at him as she felt defeated and down, "I couldn't." She admitted.  ******** (Flashback Scenes:)      ********  Scott: "So you killed them? You killed all of them?" He asked her.Roni: "They were going to kill you. All of you.. What, was I supposed to let them?" She questioned.Scott: Shook his head slightly, "You weren't suppose to do THIS. None of us are!" His voice rose with anger.Roni: She stepped forward, "You think I had a choice?" Scott: "There's always a choice." Roni: "Yeah, because you're Scott McCall! You're the True Alpha!"Scott: He noticed her powers had taken control of the brewing storm above them, the rain started to come down harder, "Roni..."Roni: Her hands waved between the two of them as thunder rumbled over them, "Guess what Scott, not all of us can be True Alphas!" Scott: "Roni.."Roni:  "Some of us have to make mistakes. Some of us have to get our hands a little bloody sometimes. Some of us are still HUMAN!" She shouted as a lightening bolt came down nearby. Scott: Took another step back towards the clinic door, "So you had to kill them?" He questioned.Roni: Her eyes widened and she looked at him, "Scott, they were going to kill you.."  Scott: Unable to trust her anymore he sighed, "The way that it happened - There's a point where it's not self-defense anymore.."Roni:  "What are you even talking about?" She snapped, "I didn't have a choice, Scott!"Scott: His eyes diverted in every direction but hers and the rain came down harder this time. He could hear her heart beat faster as the storm raged above. Roni: "You don't even believe me, do you?" Scott: "I want to."Roni: "Okay, alright - so.. so believe me then. Scott, say you believe me." She begged.Scott: Looked down in defeat, "I just.."Roni: Took another step forward as another sound of thunder rumbled above, "Say it. Say you believe me." Scott: "Roni, we can't kill people that we're trying to save!"Roni: Her hand rose in front of her as lightening threatened the sky above, "B-But - "Scott: Growled in frustration, "We can't kill people!" Scott yelled. His brown eyes turning red in defense, "Do you believe that!"Roni: "Wha-What do I do? What do you want me to do, okay, just-" She stuttered trying to find the right words, "Tell me how to fix this." She begged the True Alpha.Scott: "Don't worry about MY pack, they know what they're up against." He informed her, his eyes starring at her now, "Go home, Roni." He said sternly.  Roni: Stared at him in disbelief, her eyes looked towards the clinic door seeing Stiles, Lydia, Malia, Kira, Liam, Corey, & Mason - where they all there this entire time? Did Scott just reference HIS own back, not THEIR pack?  "Sc-Scott.." She stuttered as she took a step towards him.Scott: "Go home, Veronica!" He turned around and pulled the animal clinic door open. He walked in while Stiles shut the door behind him, leaving Roni all alone in the rain. 

deity, chaos, void, pain, teenwolf, riverdale, supernatural, thevampirediaries,

Tatiana~ Queen of the Seelie Court

06/29/2020 08:50 PM 

What is Fae?
Current mood:  creative

What is Fae?This is my definition of fae…perhaps you can add to it…Fae are spirits of nature usually in the form of a faerie, however, for our consideration here; someone who possesses metaphysical, supernatural, or preternatural qualities.  Some examples of fae would be fallen angels, minor pagan deities, ancient ancestors or ones who have this in their blood and have displayed it.  Some have magical powers, some are chaotic, mischievous, and somepleasure humans. In this blog, I will add possible qualities of fae…Feel free to add your thoughts on the matter.  ~Tatiana

SnarkMaster 5000

06/29/2020 06:07 PM 

Stark Industries Outline

  Stark industries Location: Manhattan, New York -- IRON MAN PROJECT -- (SOP -- NonProfit)-- WAR MACHINE PROJECT -- (SOP -- NonProfit)-- AVENGERS PROJECTS -- (SOP -- NonProfit)-- S.I. INTERNAL FAILSAFE -- (SOP -- NonProfit)-- ARC REACTOR TECHNOLOGY -- (SOP -- Profit)-- ROBOTICS -- (SPP -- Profit)     -- Human-Robot Interface          -- Artificial Intelligence          -- Human-Robot Interaction     -- General Robotics     -- Advanced Robotics          -- Hardware     -- Mobility     -- Programming-- SCIENCE -- (SPP -- Profit)     -- Physical Science          -- Physics          -- Chemistry          -- Astronomy     -- Earth Science          -- Geology          -- Oceanology          -- Meteorology          -- Paleontology     -- Life Science          -- General Biology          -- Cellular Biology          -- Molecular Biology          -- Microbiology          -- Genetics          -- Zoology          -- Evolution          -- Ecology               -- Terraforming          -- Physiology-- MILITARY -- (SPP -- Profit)     -- Transport     -- Communication-- MOTOR/VEHICLE --(SOP -- Profit)     -- Stark Motor Industries  Iron man / War machine HQ Weapons, transport, research/development template credit.     Stark Industries Location: Washington DC -- ELECTRONICS/GAMING -- (SOP -- Profit)-- HOME -- (SPP -- Profit)     -- Home Security     -- Appliances-- COMMUNITY --     -- Stark Power Company (SOP -- Profit)     -- Educational Grants/Scholarships (SOP -- NonProfit)     -- Telecommunications (SOP -- Profit)-- MEDICAL --     -- Maria Stark Foundation (SOP -- NonProfit)     -- Stark Healthcare Technology (SOP -- Profit)     -- Stark Arc Prosthetics (SOP -- NonProfit)     -- Stark Health Insurance (SOP -- Profit)     -- Stark Industry Charity Fund (SOP -- NonProfit)     -- Stark Hospice Care Facilities (SOP -- NonProfit)     -- Homeless Intervention/Prevention (SOP -- NonProfit)-- HUMAN RELATIONS -- (SOP -- Profit)     -- Job Training     -- Language Classes     -- 401k     -- Retirement-- NON-HUMAN DEPARTMENT --     -- Stark NonHuman Health Technologies (SOP -- Profit)     -- Stark NonHuman Health Insurance (SOP -- Profit)     -- Stark NonHuman Health Research (SOP -- Profit)     -- Stark NonHuman Tech Research (SOP -- Profit)     -- Homeless Intervention/Prevention (SOP -- NonProfit)     -- Job Training (SOP -- NonProfit)     -- Language Classes (SOP -- NonProfit)     -- 401k (SOP -- Profit)     -- Retirement (SOP -- Profit)-- STARK EXPO --  Stark Expo / Public relations Medical, charity, home security, insurance, entertainment template credit.     

Spy Master

06/29/2020 02:17 PM 

Without witness, without reward (Master drabble)

It was an overcast day in London also known as Tuesday. Not that the Master really noticed from his office at MI6. He had piles of monitors blocking out all sunshine from the outside world. Piles of folders filled with reports he had made about alien activity he had been observing from his post. He was in his nest of information seeking. This was the good he could do; he was always good at finding information. Afterall it was time to fight with the Doctor, not against him…or was it her now? He couldn’t recall where they were in the timeline just then.Four thousand to the second power is sixteen million! Agreed! Sixteen million to the second power is 256,000,000,000,000. Are you sure? Of course, I’m sure. I’m the Master we’re brilliant. He paused his math musings and sat up in his chair as one of his monitors showed something strange. What’s this?He tilted his head as he saw glowing orb appear in the video he was watching, stay for a moment and then disappear. 25! “Shut up, we’re not playing maths right now.” He muttered to himself.“Oh god, do you ever leave so the cleaning staff can come in at night.” One of the agents said from the door frame holding a cup of coffee.“Never,” The Master said with a half-smile as he turned half way towards the man. “Wouldn’t want to discover the janitor has fallen into the deep horizon.”“You’re weird. But that’s why they keep you around isn’t it.” The agent gave him a finger gun. “You should try getting out in the field sometime.”“I’ll take it under advisement. If you excuse me, I need to get this alien report going.” The Master said turning his back to the man once more.“Chasing balls of light again? C is going to be pissed.” The man said before walking away.14 billion! Shut up! You know you could have just killed that puppy. Humans really are stupidly fragile. You probably could have melted his brain with just an information overload. No, no more killing! We’re on the Doctor’s side now. Without witness, or reward. Sometimes without revenge. I really want to though. He said to himself as he closed his eyes as his eyebrows knit together shaking his head.His phone suddenly pinged. He let out a soft sigh picking up the phone, it was a whatsapp message. The Doctor was finally back in contact again. He opened up the message. It was the Doctor, but she was a woman showing him her new rainbow outfit she had just picked out. He raised a brow looking at her rolled up trousers. He paused a moment looking down at his own trousers. He quickly typed in, “Love the upgrade and the fashion statement. It’s been a while since I heard from you. You need to keep in touch. Kisses, O.”“O, C wants to see you.” A woman said popping her head in the door.The Master spun around in his chair scratching his chin to look at the woman. “Should I shave first?”“You look like a mountain man. You know C doesn’t approve of beards.” The woman said trying to be helpful before popping back out.He picked up his electric razor to start trimming the beard away. Maybe I should invent a device that gives C permanent facial hair. That would be really funny. It’s not like it would kill him…maybe. Could deplete some nutrients in his body. But if you’re not taking your daily vitamin, I can’t be held accountable, can I? The Doctor would hold me accountable, never letting me have fun.He hit print on his computer and threw the freshly printed papers into folder. He quickly labeled it the “Kassavin Problem”. He straightened his tie and ran his fingers through his hair as he checked his reflection in one of the many monitors in front of him.Picking up the folder he nearly skipped down to C’s office. He dramatically opened the door leaning against it like a southern bell as he fanned himself with the folder. “I heard, from a little bird you wanted to see little ol’ me.” He then hopped away from the door and dropped the folder on C’s desk. “Shh shhh shhh. I need to speak first.” He said putting his finger’s to C’s lips before he could speak.He opened the folder. “We have a problem; we’re possibly being invaded by…”C rolled his eyes and slammed the folder shut. “Enough O! We’re MI6. Aliens are not our department. You’re going to need to shift your focus, you are wasting company time. You are a waste of time!” C said angrily at him. “You and your deep horizon, an alien invasion is never going to happen.”The Master straightened up as he tilted his head listening to C. “You can’t…you can’t be serious. I have put in so much work to help the human race. This Kass….”“Don’t you dare say Kassavin one more time. I told you it’s a hoax. Those mountains of papers are a hoax. I want them shredded by the end of the day and you on a new assignment.” C said bluntly.“You think I’m the idiot. Let me tell you there was never a bigger idiot in this universe then you. You’re going to be sorry you ignored my warnings. I quit!” He shouted at C. He angrily picked up his file. “Don’t worry about my ravings I’m taking them with me!” He slammed the door breaking the glass as he stomped out of the office.“Let’s get out of here.” He said out loud. A chair across from his desk disappeared and turned into a TARDIS console. “They’re all going to pay.” He said as he typed in coordinates to make his TARDIS disappear from his MI6 office.It was at that moment his whatsapp pinged him again. It was the Doctor again, gushing about all her new experiences. “Sorry I’m not good company right now, I just had a bad run in with the boss again. Don’t worry about it though. Tell me more what it’s like to be a woman.” His TARDIS then materialized on Gallifrey. 


06/29/2020 02:08 PM 


Guidelines These Rules are subject to change at any time - last updated 06/29/2020 Create your own Character - We are in fact a create-your-own-character group. So if you want your character to be a murderer go for it. We welcome you with open arms just don't kill us. If you want your character to be a Nun with a secret that they are addicted to sex go for it. We'll also welcome you with open arms. Stripper? Teacher? Police officer? Mobster? Go for it we will welcome you with open arms. The sky is the limit when it comes to creating your character and the only person who can limit you is... well you. We are limiting everyone to one (1) page per person at the moment. Activity- As with most RPG's activity here is a must. We encourage character development and interactions. We want to see everyone interacting and posting on the stream. Yes, there will be times when things seems slow or not moving but please don't let that discourage you. Us as Admins can only do so much to get this group as lively as we can. Please help us out!  Writing- While quantity has always been what is wanted in some groups we want try for quality. We do ask that you get at least 3 para out in replies with at least 4-6 sentences. This helps give your writing partner something to work with. Your writing partner cannot work with two sentences as we are a multi-para/novella group. Your character must be feeling something. Doing something. Observing something. Starters do not have to be novella. For starters we are asking for at least 4 para with at least 4-6 sentences. We want to see your Character Develop! If you are not here to write than this group will not be for you. Connections- We request that you have a minimum of four (4) connections at any given time during your stay in London Calling. Your connections can often times help other members connect with one another. We know that things happen and sometimes you lose your connections if you fall below 4 at any time we ask that you quickly get back up to 4 as soon as possible.  If you have read this far please sign with a gif of your favorite t.v character. Points -We do have a point system. It is very easy to receive points should you be doing all the things you would normally do in an active group. More detail will be given on the member page once accepted. You will be required to get 50 pts per month to be considered active in the group. We also use our points to determine our member of the month. Examples of how to earn points. Posting statuses. Commenting on the main page status. Welcoming New members. Recruiting. There will also be optional tasks that will also award you points if you wish to participate. Respect-  As with all groups this rule is the first on our list. We want you to treat the owners with RESPECT if you wish to get respect as well. Giovanni and Madison are easy going and laid back. They will respect you as long as you respect them. As well with our respect we ask that you respect your fellow members. Treat others as you wish to be treated. We will also cover bullying under this if you are caught bullying another member out of character (OOC) you will be removed without warning. We have a zero-tolerance policy on bullying. This is our golden rule: Respect. Character Changes - Character changes are allowed once per month for free. This includes face changes and any background story changes you would like to make for your character development (IE jobs, city's etc.) If you are wanting to change a second time it will cost points to do so. 5 for the second, 10 for the third at a maximum at three changes per month. This is so the owners can keep track of everybody's changes! Engagements may be done after one months time and the couple can marry after two months time. Divorces can be at any time but if your character decides to marry again you will have to wait the time frame over. Pregnancy and children being added to story lines must be two months after acceptance date if you did not audition with them. Pregnancies can last as long as six weeks but last no more than eight weeks.  Drama- We highly encourage all IN CHARACTER (IC) drama. This will keep things interesting and fresh. However, make sure you discuss all drama related items with the other writer so you are both on the same page. We do not encourage OUT OF CHARACTER (OOC) drama. Any OUT OF CHARACTER (OOC) drama that is handed to the admins with proof the member will be removed immediately. Again we are a zero-tolerance on bullying. Hiatus-  We do permit hiatuses. We understand that life happens and sometimes you have to take a leave for a few days from the group. We will permit hiatuses of up to fourteen (14) days. You will need to let us know you are back within twenty-four (24) hours after your hiatus is over or we will remove your character. More about that once you are accepted.If you need a mental health break (2-3 days) please do not hesitate to come to an admin. We understand that sometimes especially in the time we are living in today that breaks need to happen. Please do not worry just let us know and we will take note. Social Media - We do not require that you have social media. Your stream on the site is enough social media. We do encourage Discord as we do have a server there. Social media can be used to work up quick storylines and sometimes help develop your character more. Again this is not required but encouarged.  Audition Answer is: Maddie's favorite book series is The Selection. 


06/29/2020 01:57 PM 

My First Blog Post
Current mood:  cheerful

Living in Bozeman is so beautiful! The view from my cabin is one of the mountains. The only downside is how lonely I get in my life of seclusion. Do any of you ever feel lonely? It's the worst. 


06/29/2020 12:54 PM 

fin. ( 2018 - 2020 )

i never fell for the existential dread that came with the interim of life, but those last few moments felt like heaven.will it finally come to an end? the incessant running, the journey into the unknown? his knee bounces on the train. on the second. on the connecting flight. it's a wonder, how this may very well be the only instance in which he's felt nervousness. leaving the country had never dawned on him, never truly crossed his mind. he felt too comfortable - until now.what has he to lose, now that he's given up everything?( mostly everything. . .they didn't think he'd leave high and dry, did they? a few keys had been left behind, one with a broken girl and turquoise staining her nails. another with a brunette detective that had to have a bounty on his head after he'd gone rogue. perhaps one will cherish the belongings within the corresponding storage unit, whilst the other returns them to their rightful owners or sends them off to their final resting place in museums across the country. )the alternative passports and identification cards weigh him down with the cash and checks that will tide him over well into the indefinite future. a hotel will come first, then a home with a new identity. a final resting place with a shell of a man who's clipped down every last signature curl until the trademark is unrecognizable and for once, he might blend in with the crowd unintentionally.and blend in, he does. there are no looks cast his way when he's taking down his hood, when the worn soles of boots cross an uneven terrain. it is historic, aged. cobblestone and brick depending on the area. the people are quiet and appear to move in routine. the local shops have their doors propped open, glass stained and aged between cracked wood that has been painted over time and time again. men and women chatter inside, giggles and laughter that says everyone within has lived their entire life in this one stares, they only smile when they acknowledge him and continue with their conversation. even the concierge at the motel hardly bat an eye as the local accent left Jameson's tongue. the old man merely wished a "Mr. Hale" to rest well, completed with a brass key to one of their mediocre rooms that nearly broke after being crammed and twisted into the rusted lock. it smells faintly of clean linen, something else aged in the authentic wooden walls.there are rural areas in central England, country side homes and wheat fields seldom with neighbors or noise. the calm reminds him of his childhood on the farm, at least before Claudia brought them into the suburban area of Corpus Christi. there are no echoes of sirens, of fighting four stories down or the buzz of the New York streets when he's left his belongings in the room and stands just at the edge of the field behind the building.the breeze whistles between the tall grass, and he wonders if this is the meaning peace. the spaces between his fingers are empty, tingling when his mind drifts to think of a counterpart and how she might be the only thing left that keeps his life from being complete. it's better this way. now there is no more running, there is no more worry. there is no more wiping of tears when he tells her he has to leave. there is no regret nor debt nor empty promise or need to look over his shoulder.perhaps he should have."hey, buddy." an american accent. Jameson turns, opens his mouth to speak just as he catches the reflection of the evening sun against drawn metal - and then there is nothing.the locals heard a bang, saw the doves scatter across the sky in response to the noise. they said they hadn't a clue who this man must have been, that he'd lost his life in the town just as soon as he entered. there was no true identification on him. there had been no connection to a missing person. just a John Doe with a single gunshot wound to the head and left bleeding among the bittercress weeds.( they don't know. they couldn't know that at one point, you considered yourself a king. that you figured if you were going to go, it would be in a blaze of glory. clinging, like a dragon to your gold. )there was no pain, no hurting. that's the thing with a shot to the brain - you're quick to meet death. they say there is a white light, a flash of images and then you fade into nothingness. but that flush of chemicals and dopamine that expel as you fade feels as though it lasts a lifetime, as though you never truly die. it's something evolutionary, that your brain has created to protect you even in the worst moment of your life - no matter how sorry or anti-climactic.( and this is better than you deserve, you know. in an alternate universe, you opened your mouth one too many times. you got tough with the wrong guy. the bullet holes varied in location and size, and you were left in a ditch for the buzzards. in that universe, you might not have given away those keys in time. then you truly would be left to die in memory and in life before you even got to say goodbye. at least this way, they don't have to wonder if you will return. there are no children learning your name. they can assume you've died long before the news will ever make its way to them, and it will be as though you ceased to exist. )fin.

𝓜𝓸𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓷 𝓙𝓾𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓽

06/29/2020 12:18 PM 


With silence came too much time to think. It left Betty with nothing but her thoughts. As much as she wished she could say her thoughts weren't unpleasant and torturous, that simply wasn't the case. That was why she often surrounded herself with people. With Jughead, Archie and Veronica. With Kevin Keller. Even her mother was better than being alone sometimes. As luck would have it, however, Betty woke to an empty house. Her mother had likely gone into work, she assumed, and so, after breakfast and a shower, she headed next door to the Andrews' residence. No one was home there either. Archie long gone, who knew where, and Fred... Well there was no point in remembering why Fred wasn't there. It would only make her sad. So she carried herself home again, shooting a text to Jughead along the way. When an hour passed and she hadn't heard from him, Veronica, or even Kevin, Betty decided that it was clear. Today was going to be a day she spent on her own. There was only one way to spend a day like that.By the edge of Sweetwater River, there was a nice, sandy clearing near a calmer portion of the water. Betty came here when she needed to think, when she needed a break. She made her way through the trees and as soon as she reached the sand, her shoes were shed and she approached the water's edge, relishing in the feeling of the sand under her feet and between her toes. This should have been relaxing and perhaps to anyone else, to anyone who didn't know the history of the river, it would have been. But Betty knew. Betty remembered how her classmate, Jason Blossom, had supposedly disappaered in the currents. How Cheryl had said he'd drowned when their boat tipped. She remembered how, weeks later, Jason had been found on the water's edge with a bullethole in his forehead. At least, she guessed, she hadn't been the one to find him. She didn't know if she would have ever been able to get rid of that mental image. So to anyone else, yes, the waters would have been calming. The blonde pulled in a heavy breath, stepping into the beginnings of the water, chills forming on her skin from the cold water. It was quiet here, save for the distant rushing water from downstream, and for once, for the first time in a long time, Betty's head decided to take a break from tormenting her. She was able to focus on things other than death and murder, and saddness. Instead, green eyes were able to recognize the beauty of the wild tigerlilies that had grown across the river. She was able to laugh as a fish leapt out of the water and then back in again. She sank to the sand, pulling her knees up and letting her feet remain in the water. A silent mind. What a joy it was to have a quiet moment. She watched the lazy swirls of the water, allowing them to lull her into a place of even deeper peace. In this moment, in the place, nothing existed but beauty. No memories, no nightmares, just the beauty and the silence. Suddenly, just having her feet in the water wasn't enough. She needed more. Her hands peeled her t-shirt away and she pulled herself to her feet again, dropping the cloth to the dry sand. She'd regret this later, she figured. What if there wasn't a towel in her car? But it didn't matter. Hands worked to undo the button of her shorts and, now standing in her underwear on the banks of the river, Betty felt a little more free. Pale legs carried her into the cool water until it reached her waist, at which point she sank to her knees on the riverbed and allowed her entire torso to be enveloped by the cold. Any other time, this would have been uncomfortable. Too cool, too deep, for her liking, but today, maybe just today, it was exactly what she needed. Would anyone stumble upon her here? Jughead or Archie maybe? She hoped not, at least. She needed this. This change of pace.If you asked Betty how much time she'd spent kneeling in the water, eyes closed and hands resting on her thighs, she wouldn't have been able to tell you. In fact, she was only pulled back to reality when she felt herself beginning to doze off. As nice as the water was, Betty certainly wasn't trying to drown today. Green irises appeared again and found purchase on a large, flat, dry rock not far from where she'd come to rest on the shore prior to getting in the water. A perfect place to lay out, dry off, and then head home. So she made her way over, rung out her hair, and crawled up onto the flat stone, back flat against the warm surface, eyes turned to the sky. Well. What little of the sky she could see through the trees. It wasn't long before they closed again and, much like she had in the water, Betty felt herself dozing off again. This time, she let it claim her, drifting into a sleep that would prove to be more peaceful than one would expect to be able to have on a rock by the river.When her eyes opened again, it was dusk. Perhaps she'd needed that sleep more than she realized. She pulled herself from the rocked and gathered her clothes, pulling them back onto her sundried frame before heading, at last, to the car she'd left at the side of the road. The thoughts were back now, Betty aware of just what could have happened had she stayed longer, but the short break had been nice while it lasted.

betty cooper, riverdale, drabble


06/28/2020 10:57 PM 

Rp Prompt; To ashes "One of them is miss

To ashes "One of them is missing."Modern witches, Karen had been naturally learning an extraordinary thing or two from Dean about his world but he never got into the realm of witches with her, yet.It was a classic case. A runaway child who had gotten unusually dark over the recent year after something terrible happened to her over the school year. She had been assuredly in passionate love with a local guy a year older than her and key things between them had gotten heated in their relationship. Alice had uploaded for the guy some risque pictures of herself and when they broke up; he placed them on the internet. After that, Alice began dressing in darker clothing, lost all of her friends and soon began to dabble in witchcraft.Now, as far as Karen universally knew, witches were just a group of kids that believed in Wiccan and Paganism, used tarot cards and crystals and more. Harmless, really.Oh boy, was she completely wrong?Like the complex world of enhanced and powered people that she had met over the years; Karen had also had run ins with demons and werewolves but for some reason she never believed in the power of magic. That would bite her in the ass, though.Alice had begun exhibiting powers, or so her classmates said she did. Conjuring things after class in her decorated bedroom; she would show her friends what she could do but they all believed it had to be smoke and mirrors.So, Alice had run away and into the arms of a coven of genuine witches. People willing to instruct her and discipline her in the mystical side of life. Spells that seemed incomprehensible to most conventional people. Karen, somehow, had intentionally gotten onto the girls trail.In faithfully doing extensive interviews with her classmates, cooperating teachers, notable family and such; Karen, finally, ran into one of her sole friends that had decided to stick around her when others had left. He sincerely believed in the mystical side and wanted so badly to be able to perform what Alice could do but never had that one foot in the real world and another in the parted veil to the shadow world.It endured a few days of grilling him; he was very stoic with a 'give no f***s' prevailing attitude. It was like pulling teeth to convince him to talk, but Karen had made a deal with him that, even he, could not refuse. As follows, he spilled the beans on where Alice had gone and with whom.As a result, off to this prominent place she voluntarily went. It traditionally took a few pleasant days of extensive travel to drive there, but once she was properly in New Orleans, it wasn't extremely difficult to properly find this sacred place. Local people whispered fiercely about the people there as if they realistically were some sort of gothic Gods and Goddesses that they all worshipped. Karen had tracked down a store that this home usually purchased many of their supplies from and with a little chicanery that she had learned from Dean; Karen obtained an address.Dressing up like the rest of the kids that seemed to worship at their heels, Karen received an invite to a circle that the group was holding on her third night. These real-life witches would harness the combined power and belief that these people held out for them to empower their spells and their circle.Walking into the unique place, it realistically was like the elaborate descriptions from an Anne Rice novel. All southern charm, old, grassy lots of moss and luxuriant vines lavishly decorated the lovely place. There were beautiful pillars and ornate mirrors and furniture that covered every area of this place. It was a beautiful place to explore, if she had had the time to do so.The circle, that night, was enormous and Karen, no doubt, could experience the power that emanated from the ceremony; notably when they all began to chant together. She almost got swept up in the impressive show. Nonetheless, it seized her a bit to ultimately get her official head in the proverbial game so she may get to seek out Alice.Once Karen had pinpointed the girl, she naturally made like she was involved with some of the outsiders by milling about with them, talking about the ceremony and what have you. It was then that Karen decided to intentionally strike. Veering off from the specific group; she pretended to require the bathroom so she could snoop around inside and see if she could identify the girl.After about 15 minutes, Karen found herself face to face with an attractive woman who had to be around her late thirties, early forties. The remarkable woman typically regarded her and then confronted her very suddenly."I hear you have been searching for our young Alice! Asking questions of a lot of our members here and on the outside. I am sure you were sent here by her family, but you must know this place is good for her.We are her family, now. It is where she belongs, and 'you' are not gripping her away from here."This remarkable woman, to say the very least, was statuesque, with silver-white hair that was braided all along her scalp and decorated with feathers, shells and other items that Karen could not identify. She emanated immense strength, power and a regalness that Karen could only admire. Her flawless skin was swarthy and her shrewd eyes were positively a startling green color that Karen could get lost within. Scarcely recognizing it, all the same, Karen had gotten engaged in those eyes. Then, with a gentle push to Karen's forehead; Karen fell backwards. As she could perceive her body dropping; her stomach could be felt doing a little twist at the feeling as she did. By the precise time she had fallen to the floor...She was unconscious and lucidly dreaming.The lucid dream was very vivid. It really was like one of those dreams you have where everything feels, smells and appears so real that you wish to never wake from it. Conceivably that was the point?In this dream, Karen was pregnant and alive in a nice, comfortable home near upstate New York. Happy was not a word that could describe her feelings; she was ecstatic. Karen could feel the kicking of the babe as it grew in her womb and came to life inside of her. The overwhelming smell of apple pie filled the kitchen as it cooked within the enormous stove by the sink. In her current condition, chiefly, what she could scarcely do was, not necessarily walk, but toddle about since her belly seemed as if it was ready to explode. On the counter was a beautiful brisket that had yet to be cut into pieces. There were plates full of homemade biscuits, yams with marshmallow on top, fresh churned butter, pitchers of homemade lemonade and iced tea. It felt so homey and pleasant.Walking toward the door to the opulent kitchen, she found herself within; Karen called out quickly, "Babe! I require your help in here...I need you to slice up the brisket for me. Plus, bring in Frank? I need some help with getting this turkey out of the oven and you can't do it if you are busy!" All too soon, in walked both Foggy Nelson and Frank Castle; thick as thieves. Practically, if you may designate it, like brothers. Both men held an open beer in their hands and both were dressed in their Sunday finest. Foggy, walked up to Karen then, set his arm around her waist and kissed her on the lips. "Anything for you, babe," he said lovingly. Then he regaled the pair in his favorite story to tell anybody that would listen to him. "Hey? Did you know my parents wanted me to go into the meat selling business? I'd be cutting up hams and turkeys all day long. Making our own pickles to sell and putting together sandwiches for all the people that came in for their lunch breaks. I mean; I love being a lawyer, look at how that turned out...but man...meat; that is where it is at!"He then kissed Karen on the cheek as she beamed a radiant smile toward her husband and his 100th time that he had told them this same tale about almost working in his parents deli. The Nelsons were retired now, living in Florida, in a home that Foggy had bought for them when he became a hot shot lawyer in Jeri Hogarth's firm.Frank, well, he was like family. He and his wife and kids would come out every sunday evening to partake of dinner, play board games and hang out. Foggy and Karen possessed another child; a boy who they had named Matt. He was about 5 years old at the time and was habitually a precocious handful. Highly intelligent sort who could put things together so amazingly well, very empathetic and kind but he would, one day, be a heart breaker and lawyer, just like his dad."Karen, where do you want this turkey?" Frank asked as he hauled it out of the oven with both oven mitts on. Notwithstanding, even for him, this turkey was huge. "Did you plan to feed all of New York state with this thing?" He mused with a glint in his eye and a smile on his lips. "No, I will be us and you know...Matt, he and his family are supposed to be coming over too,"Karen said warmly. That's when both men looked to her and frowned. The, once pleasant, feeling that this scene had been previously suddenly turned grim, stuffy and she could feel panic rising.As she looked around, the kitchen slowly began melting into a cemetery scene. As she turned to look at Frank, he was instantly obscured in blood from head to toe. A man, muscular and covered in a dark red fabric, hung limply in his arms. The man clutched to Frank's chest was obviously close to being deceased and as she looked down to her stomach? It was now flat and bereft of the life that had been growing within it.As she spun about, the world seemed to feel like it was going topsy-turvy and she could feel that intense drop in her gut that made her feel like she might vomit. Fear, panic, pain began to fill her senses as she turned enough to discover a grave stone. It was covered in moss with a seven-day candle illuminated on the edge of the stone and a giant bouquet of flowers leaning against it, as well as many funerary wreaths that covered the newly buried grave that was now right at the edge of the tips of her sensible shoes. The grave stone looked a bit blurry like she couldn't read out the name written on the stone. At that point in time, the world suddenly began to melt and blur even further around her. Gripped in fear, Karen suddenly found herself screaming. "One of them is missing! One of them is missing! ONE OF THEM IS MISSING!"The fear, the pain was so palpable right now. It felt as if all of her choices, the people and cases she surrounded herself with all brought her to this scene; to this reality. The previous one merely represents a wish, a fleeting thought at the notion of a 'what if?' this life had not been the one she selected? 'What if?' she had met these people; her family and it had all gone differently?As reality began to collide with her consciousness once more; Karen could perceive herself shrieking the words: "ONE OF THEM IS MISSING!" And that is when her eyes peeled open and she regarded the young woman before. The girls slender fingers were pressed softly over her forehead, where some would say her 'third eye' would be located.Karen, flooded with fear, suddenly sat up and instantly regretted it as she jerked her head to the side and voided her stomach all over the floor beside herself. The stench of regurgitated food and bile instantly saturated the area around her as she wiped her mouth on her sleeve. Fresh tears stinging her eyes.Without a word, the young woman offered Karen a hand up and then leaned in close. Speaking in a exceptionally low tone of voice."Leave, now!" She hissed softly. "Take the stairs back there, toward the left and go down the spiral stair case to the kitchen. Next, enter the door to your right, then go down toward the basement. There, you will discover a tunnel. Secure that out to the end toward the cemetery. Don't be seen," the girl paused, looked about and then grabbed her by the upper arm."If you want to live, tell no one what you witnessed here and never come back; this is your only warning," then she let Karen's arm go and began to leave."Karen Page, I will be monitoring you. Now, go!" The girl said quickly as she heard footsteps coming up the stairs by the area where she was presently standing. As Karen watched the young woman, in an instant, the girl had vanished right before her eyes.Karen, almost in shock, didn't move instantly until she heard more footsteps on the stairs. They were a floor below her now. Karen, jumped out of her skin, literally and figuratively before she forced herself into motion. Following the girls instructions to a tee until she was finally out of that oppressive place and outside in the humid, cloying air. The smell of old grave dirt, moss and something ancient hung in her nostrils as she ran toward the back of the cemetery and found a path through the woods that led her, eventually, to a main road.Karen walked all night back to her hotel, contemplating everything she saw and felt. When the sun rose in the sky, even it's bright orange, creamsicle light could not bring her joy or happiness. It merely felt like a set dressing that laid over her tangible world. That world was wicked, dreary, gritty and precarious. Once she got to her hotel room; Karen passed out and slept for almost four hours.S he couldn't stop the need for that sleep if she even tried to. When she awoke, she packed her personal things and took off as far out of New Orleans as she could drive before she pulled into a seedy motel and got a room. This critical time? She had passed out for a few miserable days before she was capable to wake up fully, stuff herself with some dinner food and shower for an hour in the hottest water she could tolerate.  As she did so, that world she found herself within, those uncomfortable feelings...They all merely began to fade away and melt like ice cream inevitably did on a warm stoop in summer. Within a few critical hours, the negative feelings admittedly had all but gone from her disordered mind. Karen was inevitably left feeling lighter, more herself even though a small bit of it clung to her psyche like a burr might when it got attached to your clothing, but this burr could not be removed.Karen didn't think she overwhelmingly wanted it to be removed...She sorely needed to cling grimly to that slight feeling to sternly remind herself of all that she allegedly had saw with regret and merely experienced...It. Was. All. Real!


06/28/2020 10:16 PM 

- DON'T GO - for blush response.

DON't Go Markus didn't think he would ever get used to the sounds Jericho made at night. The normally quiet ship was now bustling with life as new androids made their way there every single day. He wasn't sure how many more androids they could actually have in there before they became full. He supposed it didn't matter. Jericho would always welcome androids from everywhere in Detroit. They needed a safe haven, a place they could call their home until they won their freedom. Jericho has even made its own updates, which allows them to save more androids. With their contacts, Markus can smuggle plenty of his people out in case they wish to go to Canada instead.He had been asked if Rose could be trusted, but there was something in her eyes that told him she is more than capable of being a friend. Despite being a human, Markus knew she wouldn't do anything to hurt his people.Sometimes he wished he could do more for them, but there wasn't anything they could do. A light sigh released from his lips as he walked through the hallways after coming back to his trip from the rooftop. It was usually at night when he liked to go there, but sometimes he would take the trips in the morning before sunset. That's where he usually had his deep thoughts, especially when he needed the peace and quiet. Jericho was a great place, but he never had any time to himself when he needed it most. Everyone always needed him for something. He wished he could take a break, though he knew it was never going to be that simple. As the leader of the revolution, Markus wasn't granted as much luxury.Although, most of his people don't have much luxury anyway.Markus' thoughts carried away with him when a noise cause his attention. He turned his head to the half-opened door to one of the separate rooms in the ship. This was given to Kara and Alice, mostly to give Alice a place of rest and Kara a peace of mind. A part of him didn't want to intrude on them, though he wasn't sure if Alice was around anyhow. Maybe Kara was in there. He was aware of her own insecurities when it came to the revolution. Things have gotten dangerous, especially ever since their last attempts at securing their freedom. Many of them had been shot and killed. Markus didn't have to sleep, but he had grown tired of seeing his people killed for no reason.Sometimes he got worried that this was too much for them. Alice was only a child after all and Kara was her caretaker. "She comes first, Markus. I can't be happy when she's not. I want to keep her safe." She had told him once. He knew how she felt completely. Markus thought of Carl in the exact same way. It saddened him to know he couldn't keep his father-figure safe. Leo had destroyed any hopes of that.Against his better judgement, Markus made his way over to the room and pushed the door open, only to see Kara packing her bags. When she heard the door squeaking, she turned and straightened her stance as soon as she saw Markus standing at the doorway. His expression was mostly neutral because he wasn't sure what she was doing. Mixmatched hues looked towards the bag that she was steadily releasing from her hand then back to hers. She looked awkward and unsure of herself in that moment. Markus couldn't remember a time when he saw her like that. Probably never. She always seemed level-headed and calm unless it came to Alice."Are you leaving?" He finally asked as he realized how defeaning the silence was in that moment. Kara looked at her bag then back at him with an expression he couldn't exactly read. "... Yes, but I-I didn't--" expect you to see me. The words were there, but she never said them out loud. "Look, Markus. Things are getting dangerous. Too dangerous for Alice. I... what if they find us here?"Markus stepped into the room and gently closed the door behind him to give them a little bit of privacy. He didn't want anyone else intruding on them, though he doubted they would anyhow. "I understand your concern, Kara. But Jericho is completely safe. You know I would never put anyone in danger," He stepped towards her and stopped a few feet ahead of her, "You think it's dangerous because of how many of our people are dying, don't you?" When she sat down, Markus knelt beside her and noticed the look of 'exhaustion' on her face."I'm mostly worried about Alice. We went through a lot to get here and I'm terrified Jericho will be found and we'll end up--" Her eyes closed as she swallowed, clearly disturbed. "I have to think of Alice here and what's best for her. If our people keep dying, then what will that show her? If they find Jericho, then what will happen? She needs to have a normal life, Markus. Ever since we left... we've done nothing but run." She finally met his eyes, which only made her feel even worse.His expression finally changed as he realized she was right. He didn't want her to stick around if  she thought it was too dangerous for Alice, but... there was a selfish part of him that wanted her to stay. "Do you think this is what Alice would want?" He asked, knowing the young girl had found some friends on the ship.Kara frowned and stood up, moving away from Markus, which caused him to do the same. "I-it's not about that. Markus, on the big screens they see the marches! Alice told me that... she shouldn't be seeing any of this, Markus. I have to protect her. If they find Jericho, then what can I do to save her?" Stepping forward, Markus gently grabbed ahold of her arms in an attempt to calm her down. "Kara, stop putting all this on your shoulders. The entire city of Jericho has your back. We all want to protect each other. Including Alice. Is there nothing I can do to ease your worries?" His eyes searched hers for a moment as he realized there wasn't just a selfish reason for him wanting her to say. There was also fear. Fear of losing her. Fear of never talking to her again or seeing her again. When he realized this, he released her from his hold and looked away. "... I want to protect you. I want to protect Alice. We're all in this together." He finally looked at her again, "We're stronger together."She ran a hand through her hair. "I know. I just... Markus, I'm terrified. They're killing more of us everyday.""Hey, hey..." Markus moved forward and gently touched her cheek, "I'm here for you. And Alice... I... care about you. I care about Alice." "Markus, I care about you too, but--"  He didn't give her the chance to say anything else before his lips descended onto hers.  It took her a moment to process his actions, though she finally returned the kiss afterwards. Markus felt his thirium heart beating inside of his chest and could barely focus on anything else but her. When he pulled back, he was merely a few inches away from her lips, and opened his eyes to look into hers. "I meant it. I want to protect you both. I want you to trust me."Please, don't go."

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