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Spooky † Girl

11/29/2022 12:46 PM 


WELCOMEWhen finished reading please sign below that you fully understand. Dana maybe from the Xfiles but I am more then willing to put her in other verses.She is happliy married with a child i will not allow her to have mulitple love intersets. NO DRAMA! i have enough of that in my RL i don't need it here. I write manily para-multi para NO ONE LINERS!NO CARTOONS! I do allow kids but only within reason. Please don't steal anything from my page. I worked very hard on everything. If you like something like a picture I will gladly let you know where I got it but please don't take anything that has my name on it.  

Demonic Pursuit

11/29/2022 10:50 PM 


"What the heck is wrong with your eye?" Allison asks in a frantic tone, which is followed by the sound of Stiles shuffling his feet as he moves out of the way to make room for Allison to kneel in front of him. Scott gives a sheepish shake of the head as he apologizes. "I had to," he tells her, and she cannot hide the fear written all over her face as she responds, "I'm sorry."Derek reminds Scott that he has a speedy recovery, yet despite this, Scott's pulse is still too high, his respiration is still too shallow, and his heartbeat is still too fast. "If you continue to expose your eyes to this condition for much longer, the damage will be irreversible."Stiles implores Scott, in a tone that conveys desperation, to focus his attention and pay attention.Scott mutters in a frenzied tone, desperately attempting to concentrate, "I'm trying."It's as if they have both been transported back to Eichen House, with Allison's shattered corpse resting in his arms and her blood dripping down his fingers, but she won't come this time. "It's not going to work. I'm having trouble concentrating." When Allison tells Scott, "Scott, yes you can," her hands are on each side of his face and are kind but resolute. "Yes, you can," Allison adds. "Scott, can you please pay attention to me? Listen to my voice. You need to become better." "You died," he breathes, his pulse still pumping, and he knows the Anuk-ite has passed away. "You died," he gasps. "I am to blame for your passing away." Allison is adamant that Scott should not do it. "I'm alright, and what happened over there was not due to any negligence on your part.  Okay? Simply concentrate, Scott. You need to become better." He mutters, "I can't, I can't do it," as his pulse races and his breathing becomes more shallow. "I'm sorry, Allison, but I can't." Isaac, picking up on the passion in Lydia's voice, whispers to Scott, "Come on, Scott," as she tells Allison to kiss him. Scott still has trouble concentrating despite Allison asking, "What?" She was aware of it. And the oppressive sensation of residual terror left over from the Anuk-ite is suffocating. What if he can't focus? What if he can't heal? How can he defend people if he can't see? These are all things that are going through her mind at this very moment. Lydia, with an anxious tone in her voice, adds, "Trust me." noises coming from all around them. Before Scott's lips are on hers, she vaguely remembers the noises of her pulse racing, and then all of the commotion and mayhem vanish. Even though they have been apart for two years, Scott's anchor in life has always been Allison. This is shown by the fact that his heartbeat and pulse have slowed down due to their separation. "Scott?" Scott blinked as Allison's face became more distinguishable with each passing second, and Allison asked the question with great anticipation as she anxiously fidgeted with her lips. After his eyes had been mended, he blinked at her, and she grinned as she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around him. Allison's body was warm against his, and Allison's heartbeat was going so fast she thought he could also hear her heartbeat. A split second later, she draws away, and the sense of release that can be seen in her eyes is palpable. Everyone in the room breathes a sigh of relief as they take in this overpowering aroma. created by creativian

👨‍🍳 ɢᴏᴜʀᴍᴇᴛ ᴄʜᴇғ 👨‍

11/29/2022 02:05 PM 

🧑‍🍳 Gourmet Chef's Rules 🧑‍🍳🍴
Current mood:  blissful


💕 ᴄʜᴇғ's ǫᴜᴇᴇɴ 💕

11/28/2022 10:58 PM 

💕 Chef's Queen's Rules 💕
Current mood:  accomplished



11/28/2022 11:01 PM 

The Tattooed Reminder

The VonGoldstein sisters lost their mother early on in life. Eleanora the young age of six. Emilia only a few months old. Rumors and speculation still found its way around about just how their mother had died. Regardless, as in any situation where the man is in a powerful position, it didn’t take long for their father to find another woman. She was a vile woman though, as was all the women who came into their lives. None of it mattered though. The two sisters had each other. With the countless amounts of women in and out of the girls’ lives, there was never a stable mother figure present. At the young age of 7, Eleanora stepped up to the plate. For years, she raised the baby brought into this world in tragedy doing the best she could to make sure she had everything she needed. Late night feedings, while their current “mother” slept through, Nora would be in her sister’s room preparing her bottles, changing her diapers, singing her back to sleep. The older the girls got the more time they would spend together. The days that Nora was at school was the worst for Ems. Locked in a room, she would only be tended to when it was time to be fed. Nora spent her summer and holidays and weekends teaching Ems how to use the big girl potty. Upstairs away from the world, Nora would celebrate Ems every time she made it to the potty, but wouldn’t fight or hesitate to clean when she didn’t. All her hours spent at home were spent with her sister. Nora would come home, clean Ems up, play with her for a little bit, then off to the kitchen they would go waiting for the meal prepared by their chef. Once supper was done, they would hurry back to their rooms and shower. Once done with that, they would cuddle close in the blanket fort that stood permanently in their room. Under those sheets Ems would hear stories of the most magical princess around, their mother. Ems had no memories of her own, but her sister had no issues sharing hers. Laying together, the young girl would reminisce about the woman missing from their lives, the one who should be there. Ems would constantly fall asleep to stories of zoos and aquariums, fairs and playgrounds. These were all unknown to her. Their father had no time for them, and the women in and out of their lives would never take the time for them. The older the girl’s got, the stronger their bond grew. Ems didn’t have a steady mother, so Nora became that figure. Nora taught Ems about fixing her hair, how to shave her legs, made sure her clothes were cleaned, and her homework was done. The older Ems got the more she clung to the only constant woman in her life. Tiny legs would follow Nora around, studying what she was doing, watching her every move. She would spend hours asking Nora a billion and two questions, Nora never got frustrated answering them. It didn’t matter how much Ems clung to her sister, Nora would never complain. She took pride in her sister and became overly protective of her. Every time a woman would attempt to bully her sister, Nora would step in the way and take the blow for her. Beaten up and bruised, Nora would take all the physical and mental abuse to protect her sister. As long as Nora was around, no one dared come near her. Nora was her protector. She was her angel. She would never know just how much Nora endured for her sake, because she never told her. She would just take what she had coming to her no fuss no muss. Makeup and long sleeves would cover the bruises, hiding them from her younger sister’s eyes. Nora would be there to clean Ems up when she came home high and drunk. She would keep her sister’s secret for her, holding her hair back while she puked, feeding her ice chips because that’s all she could eat in the middle of a trip. Countless nights, Nora lost sleep while her sister was out acting out, hoping that one day her dad would notice. Nora never had the heart to tell her that he never would though. She knew, he never recognized her and her acting out. On Ems 18th birthday, Nora and her snuck out of the house together for the first time. The feeling was exhilarating for Ems. She had done it so many times before, but this time, she had her best friend with her. After grabbing a few drinks at a bar, they walked the streets together laughing and joking while ignoring the catcalls that followed them. Nora pulled Ems into a tattoo parlor where for her 18th birthday, she was gifted a tattoo. It was a garter with a knife in it. Through the pain, her sister would laugh lightly stroking her hair while telling her.. “it’s a symbol Ems… no matter how far, no matter how long it’s been, all you have to do is call me and I’ll be there.” It wasn’t until the next day after school when Ems ran through the door of the house that she realized the weight those words held. Throwing her bag just inside her door, she ran to her sister’s room excited to tell her about her day. When the door swung open, Em’s heart shattered. All of the things she had grown so familiar with filling up her sister’s room were gone. Bare walls and empty shelves filled the huge room. The only thing that remained was the bed. Walking over to the bed, Ems felt numb as she tried to wrap her head around what had happened here. Where had her sister gone? Pulling her phone out her back pocket, she immediately dialed her sister, but it went straight to voicemail. Broken Ems fell to the bed, clinging to the empty mattress. Slowly her hand found its way to the still stinging tattoo on her leg. Pressing it, she hoped her sister was able to feel it. She hoped her pain would be transferred over somehow. How could her sister hurt her like this? How could her sister care so little? For months Ems locked herself away in her room, ignoring her sister's attempts at contact. Still when she felt completely alone, she would run her hand over her tattoo and her sister’s voice would pop into her head. It didn’t matter how far away she was, it didn’t matter how mad she was at her, it didn’t matter if she spoke to her or not, Ems sister loved her, and when she was ready… Nora would only be a call away.


11/28/2022 09:56 PM 


<center><div style="width:400px; height:30px; padding:10px; background:#000; font:35px bebas neue; line-height:35px; color:#fff; font-weight:lighter;">The Other Side.</div><div style="border:1px solid #000; width:400px; height:auto; padding:9px; font:10px arial; line-height:10px; font-weight;lighter; text-align:justify;">Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consetetur sadipscing elitr, sed diam nonumy eirmod tempor invidunt ut labore et dolore magna aliquyam erat, sed diam voluptua. At vero eos et accusam et justo duo dolores et ea rebum. Stet clita kasd gubergren, no sea takimata sanctus est Lorem ipsum dolor sit ame.<br /><br /><img align="left" border="3px solid #000" src="; style="margin-right:5px;" />Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consetetur sadipscing elitr, sed diam nonumy eirmod tempor invidunt ut labore et dolore magna aliquyam erat, sed diam voluptua. At vero eos et accusam et justo duo dolores et ea rebum. Stet clita kasd gubergren, no sea takimata sanctus est Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consetetur sadipscing elitr, sed diam nonumy eirmod tempor invidunt ut labore et dolore magna aliquyam erat, sed diam voluptua. At vero eos et accusam et justo duo dolores et ea rebum. Stet clita kasd gubergren, no sea takimata sanctus est Lorem ipsum dolor sit ame.<br /><br /><img align="right" border="3px solid #000" src="; style="margin-left:5px;" />Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consetetur sadipscing elitr, sed diam nonumy eirmod tempor invidunt ut labore et dolore magna aliquyam erat, sed diam voluptua. At vero eos et accusam et justo duo dolores et ea rebum. Stet clita kasd gubergren, no sea takimata sanctus est Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consetetur sadipscing elitr, sed diam nonumy eirmod tempor invidunt ut labore et dolore magna aliquyam erat, sed diam voluptua. At vero eos et accusam et justo duo dolores et ea rebum. Stet clita kasd gubergren, no sea takimata sanctus est Lorem ipsum dolor sit ame.<br /><br />Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consetetur sadipscing elitr, sed diam nonumy eirmod tempor invidunt ut labore et dolore magna aliquyam erat, sed diam voluptua. At vero eos et accusam et justo duo dolores et ea rebum. Stet clita kasd gubergren, no sea takimata sanctus est Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet.Running her fingers through Lizzie’s hair she smiled down at her when she heard her say that she had looked just like she did before her fateful demise all those years ago. Smiling at her again she tucked her blonde hair behind her ear. “Honestly, I don’t feel any different either.” She laughed softly and looked between Lizzie and the picture of her and her sister, Josie before turning to look back at her. “You girls have grown up into beautiful, strong young women; and your mother would be very proud to see you right now.” She said softly, looking back at Lizzie once again. Caroline would be proud, and Hayley was sure that she was even from afar.Hayley sighed softly, placing a hand against her chest and glanced around the dorm room that the girls shared with her daughter. “Did she mention where she was going at all? I mean I know it’s probably hard for her to say anything with her humanity off; she’s probably starting to think more like her father because of it.” Pacing back and forth now, Hayley took a few deep breaths, placing a hand against her chest when she felt the pull again. Thankful that Lizzie spoke up again about her sister she nodded her head.Frowning slightly when she heard Lizzie say that it was quite possible that Alaric wasn’t going to make it and her heart sunk into her stomach. “He’s stronger than anyone gives him credit for, and it’s unfortunate that Hope was the reason he’s so close to losing his life when he was the one who was more a father figure than Klaus was…” Hayley shook her head when she realized that she was starting to ramble and then she stopped suddenly, her fingers gripping her t shirt over her chest after a few moments. Something wasn’t right but she was trying her best to ignore the uncomfortable pull that seemed to be getting worse rather than better. Hearing Lizzie’s response about her being the one that would be able to find Hope, Hayley nodded once again in her direction.“Just tell me what you need me to do, I’ll help in anyway that I can. We have to find her before it’s too late.” Hayley’s heart sunk into her stomach as she spoke, her hands resting on her abdomen and she bit her lip out of habit, watching Lizzie gather up the things she needed for the locator spell which Hayley was familiar with.“Do you think astral projection would be a better way to try? That way if we find her we’re safer instead of being in front of her. We have to do this the smart way so nobody gets hurt like your father.” She frowned once more, hoping their plan worked. Otherwise, they would have to think quickly before it was too late for them to bring Hope back at all. 


11/28/2022 09:38 PM 

Wrong Place, Wrong Time ***** TW

It wasn’t her fault the little voice in her head told her practically a whisper at this point, but it didn’t matter. Once again, the thoughts consumed her. Heart racing… head pounding… she couldn’t deny it even if she wanted to. There was an itch building up inside her. Opening up from the fire pits of hell, her body longed for the thrill of the hunt. It needed the thrill of the kill. Walking through the empty road waiting for a lone jogger, she had her head down. She wasn’t meeting anyone’s eyes. Then it happened, someone bumped into her and pushed her straight to the ground. Just like from a place of her nightmares, the overly makeuped blonde woman fed that fire. In all actuality, all she said was “Hey, sorry.” That’s not what Emilia heard though. Her mind played tricks on her. Those two words turned into months of abuse. Abuse from a drunken bitch who was only with her dad for his money. The f***ing idiot that was her father couldn’t see it though. Instead, he allowed the f***ing bitch to stay in her f***ing house and mentally and physically abuse her. Instead of being the father she needed, he became an enabler to all her murders. Of course, his head was so far up the bitch’s ass he would never know just the monster his little princess had turned into. Emilia fell to the ground. Her body quaked with anger. It bubbled and boiled until she couldn’t control it anymore. “Please…” She begged, sweat covering her body as she clung to the blonde hair that was now sticking to her face. “Please…” She whimpered once more, her body aching from the anger she was feeling. “Hey.” The woman asked coming to touch her simply to check up on her. Ems snapped then. There on the empty street, she couldn’t hold it in anymore. Her anger, her fear, months of abuse all bubbled straight to the surface. “DON’T TOUCH ME!” She screamed her voice echoing off the trees. “DON’T YOU F***ING DARE TOUCH ME AGAIN!” She screamed. Then, it happened… The world around her went fuzzy as the face of the woman before her changed and morphed. No longer was she the young woman who had just simply bumped her in the streets, now she wore the face of the devil. The monster of Ems night mares. Her words of fear didn’t exist. Instead all Ems heard was words spoken to her time a time again in a drunken slur. Pulling her knife from her garter, she jumped and in one swift movement her legs was around the woman knocking her to the ground. The woman screamed for help, but it fell on deaf ears. All the girl heard was the sound of her step mother ringing in her ears. She raised the knife the moon catching on the metal making shine slightly. Like straight out of a horror movie, Ems screamed before slamming the knife straight through the woman’s chest. “SHUT THE F*** UPPPPP…” She said again her face quickly being covered with blood. “JUST SHUT UPPPP!” She screamed once more lifting the knife from the woman’s chest. Holding it above her head, blood dripped down her face raining her in the fruits of her sin. In reality, the woman couldn’t speak anymore. She was extremely dead at the moment, but none of that mattered to Ems. In her mind, a movie played on repeated. ‘YOU’RE WORTHLESS, EMILIA. YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A F*** UP. YOU WONDER WHY YOUR DADDY DOESN’T LOVE YOU? IT’S BECAUSE YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A PIECE OF SH*T TO HIM. IF HE COULD, HE WOULD THROW YOU OUT TO THE TRASH. HE SEES WHAT YOU REALLY ARE. A MONEY HUNGRY, GREEDY, SLUT WHO ONLY MAKES HIS LIFE HARDER. HE TELLS ME EVERY NIGHT HOW HE WISHES YOU WOULD JUST DISAPPEAR.’ She couldn’t breathe. Her chest constricted making it hard for her to even see straight. Screaming once more, she stabbed the woman. “I AM NOT WORTHLESS!” She screamed as her knife once again plunged into the woman. Over and over again, her knife was raised and slammed down into the lifeless body without remorse. Each time a new phrase would leave her lips. “IM NOT TRASH! IM NOT A PIECE OF SH*T. IM NOT A F*** UP. IM NOT A SLUT.” Over and over again, the screams left her lips as she retracted and reinserted her knife into the woman. Finally, the tears came. The drops of salty water mixed with the blood covering her face leaving white streaks on her cheek. “F*** YOUUUU!” She screamed into the dead woman’s face. “YOU DON’T KNOW SH*T!” She said once more unable to control her tears anymore. “MY.DAD.LOVES.ME.” She said one more knife plunge with every word that left her lips. “HE LOVES ME!” She screamed again. Try as she may, she was completely unable to control the tears that left her body. Sliding off the woman, she wiped at her snotty nose with her hand. Leaning against a tree, she sat for a moment taking in the scene before her. “MY DAD LOVES ME!” She screamed once more before jumping to her feet and running into the night filled woods. She ran until her legs couldn’t carry her anymore. Exhausted and tired, she collapsed to the ground. Pulling her knees to her chest, she rocked herself gently. Bloody… tired… she rocked herself body shaking sobs leaving her body until finally… she couldn’t cry anymore. Finally, her body gave out. Would she remember what had happened in the morning? More than likely she wouldn’t, either way she wouldn’t feel bad for the woman. She was at the wrong place, at the wrong time.

Serenity Lilith 🌙

11/28/2022 07:22 PM 

Serenity's Rules

Name: Serenity Lilith OliverAge:  Changes basically -flashbacks- Ranger Color: pinkTeams: all of themPotter House: Slythernen Species: Hybrid/Humanplayby: Alexa Bliss/Britney Spears/Kelly KellyHair Color: changes with moodEye Color: same with mood 

Nerve Monster Rpg

11/28/2022 03:18 PM 

Monster high Students

  lagoona blue play by : Lina Lecompteabout here ..

ᴀꜱʜʏ ꜱʟᴀꜱʜʏ

11/28/2022 03:20 PM 

Hail To The King, Baby. |RULES|

SIGN THESE RULES IN ANY WAY YOU WANT. Random in character comment, a joke,  a gif, song lyrics. Whatever. Just no read & understood.A/N: I am not Bruce Campbell and I don't profit from playing the character of Ash Williams. I am just a writer and a fan of Evil Dead.1. I will not and can not be on everyday. This isn't even my main page. I will be online when I can be online. I work a real life job during the week and I take care of two sick parents. Writing will be done Fridays evenings-Mondays evenings only. I will only muse calls me to write. I will take my time.  Sorry not sorry. 2. Going to say this now. This is the first time I have ever attempted writing as Ash despite being a huge Evil Dead fan. My muse for Ash Williams Will mix with the Evil Dead trilogy  and Ash vs. Evil Dead tv show along with putting on spin on the character. If you don't like how I rp Ash, then by all means rp with someone else playing the character who lives up to your own standards and preferences because I'm not here to do either. 3. Writer is well over the age of 21. This is a horror character. If themes of crass language, violence, blood/gore bother you then turn back now. 4. Saying this right now too. I do not play the mute game. If efforts to reach out to get something going go ignored after a couple attempts. I will delete you. Do not add if you're not going to talk. 5. I am a para to multi-para writer. Though I will novell at times, time is limited and its not often that I will do so. Writing is usually 3-4 paras long. I rp in comments and messages only. Be warned I do have slip ups with my spelling and grammar. So I am not the spelling or grammar police. Just try your best, I'll do the same.6. So I will just get this out of the way. This character is predetermined  to be in a pairing. I will be shipping with  Jill Valentine from Resident Evil. Writer behind Jill Valentine is also my real life S.O.  Although I will write with women, I am loyal to my pairing. So do not try to interfere or ruin it with unwanted come ons. Any attempts to do will result in deletion or being confronted by Jill herself. Don't put me or her in that position.7. I am into crossovers -- Aside Evil Dead universe. I will rp with the following people from these verses -- The Walking Dead, Resident Evil, Last of Us, Dead by Daylight, Supernatural, Buffy, Stranger Things etc.... other verses like DC/Marvel, video games, horror verses are all welcome to add.8. With Jill being the lone exception, I do not do mains. I will write with other people playing your character. Do not make it a competition.9. I don't tolerate toxicity, bullying, or negative behavior on my page. Be a good person and be here to write or get the hell out10. For the love of god, have fun. It's why we are all here right?

Nerve Monster Rpg

11/28/2022 03:10 PM 

Students Roles
Current mood:  animated

 Beast Boy    He is beast  .. he change to  a beast on full moon..:play by  :  Mitchell Hopebr you can chose the name ...  play By : SOFIA WYLIE She is werewolf

Nerve Monster Rpg

11/28/2022 02:17 PM 

Second headmistress

Meet the Principal   “Nevermore is a safe haven for our students to learn and grow no matter who they are.   For over 200 years we have welcomed Outcasts of all kinds -- werewolves, vampires, sirens and gorgons. As Principal it is my honor to announce that Nevermore is now accepting applications from everybody. I extend my personal invitation to each and everyone of you to apply to our very unique school.”   — Principal Larissa Weems 

Nerve Monster Rpg

11/28/2022 01:59 PM 

Apply to Never Monsters

1. Have you ever felt like you don’t belong? 2. Do you wish to be amongst peers who better understand you? 3. Which Outcast group do you best identify? 4. Which academic area are you most interested in? Supernatural Studies Outcast History & Culture Psychology of Macabre Normie / Outcast Relations Outcast Anatomy Vampire Sex Ed. Humans resources Science and Experiments 5. FULL NAME Species Age Person you're applying for Play by play : Tell us little bit about yourself... What are you looking for in this school.. Nevermore or Monster High..


11/28/2022 02:04 PM 


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She had a sneaking suspicion that he hadn't had more than a few hours of rest since he arrived in New York, even though he could sleep for hours on end at home after working overtime for Fred on a site. This was despite the fact that he could sleep for hours at home after working overtime for Fred on a site. "Uh-huh…" She consented cautiously, choosing her fights wisely but not beyond asking that he stay in bed and recuperate upon his return to town so that he could receive the necessary amount of sleep. In fact, the thought of spending a week in bed by myself without ever having to leave the flat seemed like a dream. Without him there, she'd found herself more restless than ever and unable to sleep through the night without waking up at some point throughout the night. Jughead wasn't the only one feeling the tiredness creeping in. According to the timestamps on the majority of their text exchanges, it seemed probable that he already knew the information in question, despite the fact that she had no intention of voluntarily disclosing it to him.When he praised Alice's skill in the kitchen, in especially her ability to make sweets, Betty couldn't help but crack out laughing. Betty may have acquired a taste for Gladys' cooking, but she was exceptionally knowledgeable of Jughead's fondness for her mother's pies. "In all honesty, it is a simple task. I'll make sure she hears about the praise and ask her if she can prepare something new for you to eat when you return. I could even make you a dessert out of it, and if we're both fortunate, I could serve it with some homemade vanilla ice cream." She had missed breakfast in favor of drinking merely a cup of coffee, so the abrupt mention of food brought back memories of the enormous void that was developing in her stomach. Not only did she miss him less, which caused her to feel less hungry, but she also did not have to worry about being reminded or, maybe more appropriately, nagged at mealtimes by his ravenous stomach. This had a positive effect on her appetite. She hadn't had anything to eat since the turkey sandwich she'd taken to work with her the day before and a bag of potato chips that had lasted her the rest of the day. After giving it some thought for a second, she wasn't sure she'd had anything to eat since then."This is not about me having to Jug; this is about me being selfish, as you are well aware..." Betty trailed off, pushing out her chair, rising to her feet, and sticking her free hand into the back pocket of her jeans. She lingered at the end of the desk as she stared at the half-lit computer screen holding the map with the red line of the trajectory from Riverdale to his location. Betty's voice trailed off as she stared at the map with the red trajectory line from Riverdale to his location. "I want to be there to assist in any way I can, together with your parents and Jellybean, so that you aren't the only one who has to," she said. She stopped, drawing in a full breath as she saw her own power and determination beginning to waver. "But more than anything, I simply want to be with you since I've been missing you so much." She heaved a sigh and rolled her eyes at herself for giving in so easily. Knowing full well how much he was already juggling on his plate and having promised herself she wouldn't add to it or make it any harder on him than it already was being so far from home and so far from her.Nothing else in the office seemed to capture her attention, and she pondered for a moment whether or not they should try switching to Facetime. She was curious whether it would be beneficial or detrimental to video chat and see each other even though they couldn't be together in person." In addition to that, I could improve at watching apartments. I accidentally destroyed the last plant you had near the kitchen window by giving it too much water." Betty conceded defiantly, her tone subdued and petulant, much as a kid would be if they had to acknowledge misbehavior to their parents. It was her way of attempting to brighten the atmosphere, which she felt guilty for having brought back down, despite the gloomy conditions that had existed, to begin with. Although Betty had some experience with gardening, thanks to the fact that she assisted her mother during the summer months, it appeared that she had an unexplainable talent for killing houseplants. This was evidenced by the fact that several houseplants had already perished during the time that she had been staying at his place more frequently."When you come back to your house, I'll go out and get you a phony ficus tree." It was her way of apologizing for feeling so needy at a time when it was meant to be her turn to be strong for both of them while he was managing everything else with his family. She felt like she had let him down by being so dependent. In this light it's a perfect view,


11/28/2022 09:44 PM 

Monster Mash

Another story of Noxy getting dragged to a party by her roommate.  xD  Poor Noxy.    "Not again, Marie…" Nox had her arms crossed tightly across her chest. Teal green eyes glowered from under a tightly knit brow. "No, no, no!" Each 'no' was emphasized with the heaviness of her resolve. The last time Marie dragged her out to a club, it was for some Valentine's Day speed date and it was TERRIBLE! First, Marie tortured her with make-up and hair products! And then she had to deal with the most boring humans. The men were as manicured as the women and probably just as prissy! Tch! How Marie could stomach their sexual energies was beyond her (Did they even have enough testosterone to have sexual energy?). Their cologne alone was enough to choke Noxy's delicate olfactory senses. An involuntary shudder ran down Nox's spine. She nursed a headache for the entire day after that!   Marie gave a click of her tongue, "Oh Noxy, it won't be anything like that! This will be fun, I promise!" As proof, the succubus lifted the outfit she had selected for the werewolf. Just as Nox suspected: this wasn't going to be different at all. Instead of a sexy little dress, Marie had selected a sexy little costume. "See, totally different!" Marie smiled brightly, handing over the costume. Nox groaned, turning to walk away. She was NOT doing this. Marie pranced after her, "No, I mean it, Noxy!" Offering the costume once more, the ditzy succubus said the one thing that caused Nox to consider her offer. "It's a party with others like us. You know, us-us!" Marie wildly gestured between the two supernatural creatures. With a low growl, Nox turned around and snatched the costume out of her roommate's hands.Once again enduring the torment of Marie painting her in make-up; Nox was powdered and moussed, mascara and lipstick applied, all the time with Marie holding her down to prevent escape. The costume--applying the term loosely--was more like a shiny red leotard with a plunging neckline and thigh-high red boots to match. With make-up and hair done, Marie finished the glam session by crowing the She-Wolf with a set of devil horns on a headband, nestle ever so gently in the mane of silver hair. This was so degrading. Huffing, Nox remained still long enough for Marie to dust her with a little bit of glitter. And then she ran. As fast as she could. Away from the bathroom. By now, darkness had settled into place. No doubt this party was soon to begin, but with all that time Marie had spent on her, did she have enough time for herself? Marie appeared behind Nox, barely dressed in anything at all. Some black lingerie and cat ears. Of course. Why would Nox expect anything otherwise?!Dragged once more into the heart of the city, Nox at least had a better handle on the damn high-heeled boots she was wearing. Groaning the entire trip, Marie never once acknowledged the she-wolf's fussing. The Crow's Nest was the name of the club. Nox had never heard of it--not that she was up to date on all the hot spots in the city or anything. Still, the place seemed pretty well attended. She couldn't quite place her finger on it, but the place made her heckles stand up. It carried an air of foreboding that she could not quite pin down as Marie pulled her right past the velvet ropes.It was dark with red ambient lighting. Vaguely aware of other figures around her, Nox found herself having a hard time adjusting to the darkness. The booming music did not help. It was disorienting. Only the feeling of Marie's grip on her wrist kept Nox grounded, in a manner of speaking. Marie dragged her along the outskirts of the dance floor. Figures brushed against her as the She-Wolf was threaded through the swaying forms. Some barely noticed her passing, others took a more unsettling interest. Their lurid glances simmered with a darkness she had never experienced before, leaving her feeling exposed. A tall, slender man snaked his arm around Nox's shoulder, pulling her roughly away from Marie. "Hey there, lovely. Why are you with that little leech? Come over here with us!" A woman slinked up from her other side, pressing her body against Nox. The two leaned in close, running their tongues along Nox's exposed skin. The She-Wolf tried shaking loose of them, letting out a low growl. They moved back just enough from Nox for her to slip from their collective grip.Facing them, with lupine teeth at the ready, Nox was about to give them an obscene bitching when Marie stepped forward. Grabbing Nox's hand once more. "This way, love. Don't want to be associated with this riff-raff." Marie once more guided her along the path. Looking back at the pair, Nox flipped a claw-tipped bird and completed the message by sticking out her tongue. "You need to be a little more careful…" The rest of her words slowly blended into the sounds of everything around them. Nox looked ahead of her roommate, trying to figure out where they were going. There was a secluded circular booth with a solitary occupant. A brunette man with an ashen complexion casually sipped from a shot glass with a thick red substance and looked up at their approach. A slow smile graced his sharp features. Sliding from the booth with an unnatural grace, he opened his arms wide in greeting. Impeccably dressed in a tailored black suit, the English language was inadequately equipped with the proper words to define the handsome stranger. While he was easy on the eyes to the point of absurdity, there was something sinister about him. It was a seductive danger, but still, beastly instincts whispered in the back of Nox's mind to be careful.Placing his hands on Marie's shoulders, the two exchanged two kisses on the other's cheeks. Marie gestured towards Nox. "Aurel, this is Nox. Nox, this is Aurel." Smiling, Aurel took Nox's hand in his cold grip. Instead of shaking her hand, Aurel leaned in uncomfortably close. He ran his face along the length of her neck, an audible sound of a deep breath passing through his nostrils. Lips drew back into a minatory smile, pointed saber-like canines becoming visible. Alarmingly chilly breath caused Nox's skin to prickle. Shrinking away from the intrusive presence, she drew back painted red lips to show her own elongated canines. Ignoring her display of aggression, he looked to her roommate with an amused chuckle. "Oh Marie, you bring all the best presents."

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