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𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒔𝒕!

12/01/2022 09:49 PM 


”What do you mean I can’t sign him up?!” The tone of her voice was sharp, hasty even, but one ”What do you mean I can’t sign him up?!” The tone of her voice was sharp, hasty even, but one thing set her apart from being one of the rudest people to enter through that door that day. The way her brows furrowed to the center of her forehead, it was utterly hilarious.. (at least to him). It was the way they pulled together as if they were conjoined her entire life. ”This boy is in dire need of a serious life change, and you’re gonna deny him that??” This time her voice rose, almost causing it to crack in the process, one slender arm went up with a majority of her fingertips clutching her palm while her index finger snaked out to force the blame on someone other than herself. Mathias was surprised that her razor sharp talons didn't pierce through her tender flesh which lined her palm. Mom failed to realize that even though there was one finger extended, there were always four fingers pointing back at her, no matter the circumstance. It didn’t matter how many times she waved her finger in the woman’s face, hell, or even at me, trying to justify that I was in serious need, was just the excuse she liked to use to make herself feel superior to those around her. It wasn’t like she was helping someone out of the kindness of her heart, it was more of a visual thing for her.. Everything had to look a certain way, and everyone had to do the thing she wanted, just to check off all the boxes that lined her long list of desires. She wasn’t doing this for me or my "health", she was doing it for so she could sleep better at night knowing she controlled one more thing in the world.”Ma’am, I’m gonna need you to lower your voice. You have everyone looking over—“ before the blonde could even finish her sentence, Luciana was back at her neck. ”You listen to me.. I don’t give a damn about anyone looking over here. Let them look!” she hissed, dark hues locked on the prey before her. ”Miss..” the word slipped from behind the counter causing Luci’s arm to shoot up once again; this time all five of her fingers were out signaling for her to stop while she was ahead. Side stepping over to her dark haired boy, dark pools trying to burn a hole through their destination. Eyes wondering from the counter and then back at her son. Channeling her whereabouts while the same hand she halted the conversation with, was the same one that maneuvered to rustle with the open zippers of his jacket. Dainty fingers clawed at the plain shirt yanking it up to his chest, humiliating her son even more. Tone raspy and dagger like, ”You listen to me, my son is on the border of many things.. from diabetes, to bullying at school. Soon he will be another statistic that blends in with the rest of America and their obesity crisis..” Much smaller hands wrestled with his mothers as he tried to steal his shirt and dignity back, the cold air that brushed along his stomach caused a faint pink to taint his chubby cheeks. ”I suggest you guys do something about this age restriction.. 'cause to be quite frank, you guys are what’s wrong with the world!” Thias tried his hardest to seal his shirt down towards his torso, head hanging low as his stubby fingers held the hem of his shirt terrified that it could be stolen again at any moment. Luciana snatched him up by his arm, pulling him at her side as her eyes remained on the woman behind the counter, starting her stride towards the door, as if she was aiming to make a dramatic exit. Stopping in her tracks at the table that lined the glass window, she flung Mat's arm forward, pushing his small frame towards the door with a close fist, "And another thing, who orders donuts for people attending a gym?! What kind of establishment are you running?!?" She snickered, nostrils flaring as one of her hands ghosted over the tray that was lined with the sweet dough. Taking the circle goodness to her glossed lips, her pearly whites dug into the pillowy cloud. Without another thought, she chewed the fluff, then threw the remainder of the donut in the direction of the employee. Picking up her stride once more, her hand practically slammed through Mathias' back to mush him forward, spitting the bite of donut out onto the ground beneath her clinking heels.

ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ sᴛɪʟᴇᴛʜᴏᴇ

12/01/2022 09:13 PM 

Rebirth Part Three- Drabble

  (previously from part two) Still shaking a bit from shock, Amara’s ocean hues searched in front of her for a moment. Her hands fell to either side of herself as she pushed herself off the wet ground. The anger, the fear, the terror…it was all gone, replaced with a coldness that had swept over Amara like an old friend. Her demeanor quickly changed, wiping the tears from her eyes she fixed her clothing and did a quick stretch of both her body and mind as if she didn't trust that the door had fully been locked with all her emotions safely trapped behind it. A wicked grin crossed her lips “Now that’s much better” she said in a voice like silk as she turned in a blur to meet the footsteps that raced down the alleyway. “Are you okay?!” the man asked looking terrified for her. Amara nodded her grin only stretching further across her lips. “I am now,” she said taking a step closer, her ocean blue hues locking with his as they dilated “Don't scream,” she said standing on her tiptoes so her fangs were at the perfect height to sink into his neck. Pouting as she drained the man, she watched as his body crumbled to the ground. Giving a shrug of her shoulders, Amara took off with inhuman speed in the same direction she had been traveling, to begin with. Her mission was simple, to find her little sister and get them the hell out of New Orleans. Though she had only been made a vampire for a few hours, Amara was a quick study. She moved on instinct and with her emotions off she was much more efficient at tracking. She and her sister shared such a strong bond, that Amara even with her emotions off wasn't going to leave her behind in the city of death. She didn’t know exactly what was guiding her, whether it was intuition or maybe just her new heightened senses, it didn't take Amara nearly as long to find her sister as she thought it would. There was a pulling sensation like she was being guided by some invisible force. Eventually, when she met the vampire who created her, she would have to ask these questions that burned inside her. Standing on the edge of the two streets she stood in between Amara looked down both paths and like she had been doing all night she closed her eyes and listened to the gnawing, invisible guide inside her that told her to go left. Turning to the left, she moved as quickly as her new heightened speed would allow her to move until she stopped inside the basement of an abandoned building.  Every part of Amara’s body went colder than she ever thought was possible. Her eyes fell upon the red-headed body in the middle of the floor sitting in its own blood. It took seconds for her new heightened sight to focus in on the face attached to the body. “Avacyn!” Amara’s heart felt as though it was being ripped out of her chest all over again. The moment she tried to move closer, it was like she was moving through quicksand. Like she was stuck in one of those dreams where you could never run fast enough or like you were moving in slow motion when in reality she had crossed the room in a matter of seconds. Her porcelain digits reached out to gently brush across the lifeless of her sister. If Amara hadn’t already turned off her emotions, this would have killed her. The sight of her baby sister, drenched in her own blood on the floor of some random building in the city of death? Her sister deserved more than that kind of death, it was to Amara to have protected her and she failed miserably.  Amara didn't care that she was sitting in the pool of her sister’s blood, she carefully picked up her body and cradled her in her lap as she stared at the lifeless face of her baby sister. A part of her was completely falling apart, every nerve in her body firing on rage and insanity while the other half, the no-emotion half was calm and calculating. Her handy gently stroked her baby sister’s face, Amara battling her own emotions as she tried to decide at that moment what she wanted to do. Was she going to leave her sister there for the police to find? Or would she carry her out and give her a proper burial? It was something no sister should have to decide to do. Her heart felt as though it was breaking into a million pieces even though it sat perfectly still in her chest. “I can’t do this without you…” Amara whispered as her ocean hues took in her sister's features as if for the last time. Her delicate fingers softly traced the contours of her face for a moment trying to memorize them, and burn them into her brain so she would never forget.To be immortal was one thing, but to be immortal completely by herself was something Amara wasn't willing to do. Looking around the room, her gaze fell upon one of the fallen beams from the ceiling that looked to be just sharp enough. She leaned over and grabbed it, bringing it to her chest. Brushing her crimson locks out of the way, she pressed it right above her heart. She never once let go of her sister’s body, if being a vampire meant she would have to be without her family then it was something she didn't want. Amara knew she wasn’t strong enough to do this alone, she needed her sister. The only person in the entire world that Amara had sworn to protect, lay in her arms lifeless because Amara wasn’t there to protect her. Tears welled in her eyes as she looked down at Avacyn’s face, pressing the stake into her chest. “I am so sorry I wasn't there to protect you...but I will see you very soon cynnie” She said through gritted teeth as she took a deep breath and tilted her head up, a tear rolling down her porcelain skin. It was now or never, Amara didn't know if it would hurt but the thought of facing immortality by herself was a fate worse than death. Letting out a whimper of pain as the steak began to dig into her skin, Amara started to press harder. There was no turning back now, mere inches from her heart Amara let out a yelp and in a blur was knocked across the room, the steak ripped from her chest. Rolling onto her back, she sat up and her eyes focused on the figure standing in the middle of the room, the figure that was once laying in her lap. Getting to her feet in a flash, Amara crossed the room instantly.Reaching up to cup her sister's face in her hands. “You’re alive!?” Amara watched the confusion drift across Avacny’s features as the sound of the steak dropping to the floor echoed around them. “I don't know what just happened, but if you ever try that again, I will kill you myself,” Avacyn said as she stared back at her sister. The relief that washed over Amara was overwhelming, everything that she had previously sh*t out came flooding back with the realization that her sister was alive, she was alive and she was a vampire just like Amara. Who had turned them? And more importantly why? Amara had doubts that she would ever get these questions answered but the important thing was that she had her sister whether they were both alive or dead, she vowed she would protect her at all costs. This time, she wouldn't get it wrong. She would not fail.  In conclusion….For the sake of her sister, Amara never completely turned off her emotions again. She toggled them, picking and choosing the emotions that she wanted to feel while shoving the other down behind the door. One minute she can go from being a completely cold and calculating creature to being the bubbly and happy vampire that most know and love. Amara is a runner, if she feels those emotions creep up she will not hesitate to leave them behind her no matter who she is leaving behind because of them. Because of her transition, Amara suffers from extreme night terrors and refuse’s to sleep. She will distract herself either anything that can keep both her hands and her mind busy. This usually means sketching, pottery, painting…Anything craft worthy she had tried.Amara still has issues with blood lists and control, it's because of this that she does not use the daylight ring that her boyfriend Gavin gave to her. She does not trust herself enough to allow herself out during the day unchecked. Even blood bags are often a struggle for her, the taste of blood is not her favorite and Amara will sometimes go days without feeding because she is scared of the way the hunger makes her feel. She is lowly coming into her own as a vampire, she has embraced the heightened senses, and they make her feel powerful. Her world was as small as a pearl living inside an oyster and now, it's as wide and vast as the deep blue sea. Whether she wants to admit it or not, Amara was born to be a vampire, and right now, she struggles, but she will soon show the world the queen she will turn into.

Steven Mactovish

12/01/2022 02:13 PM 

Corey & Celina vs Celosia's legion

Corey looked at Celina as they entered the large, dimly lit chamber. He could see the large, bipedal creature standing in the center. He was 7 feet tall and looked like a strange mix of a raptor and machine. His long, thick tail rested against the stone floor and his clawed toes clicked softly. Three powerful claws flicked open from his fingers and his laser over his left eye powered on. Corey looked at Celina. "Is that Vorn?" Celina nodded. "Yes, but he didn't look like that when he was under my command."Vorn looked at them. "I took it upon myself to upgrade my body." His voice had a slight mechanical sound to it. "Have you returned to lead us, mistress?" Celina shook her head. "No. Celosia is dead. I am Celina. I...I loved you like an older brother, Vorn. So let me ease your pain. You aren't well."Vorn narrowed his eye at Corey. "'re the son of the Lemurian scum that killed her. Die now." In a flash Vorn lunged and Corey ignited his Lemurian sword, blocking the claws that struck at him. He shoved Vorn back and swung again, staring in shock as his blade was blocked almost effortlessly. Suddenly, a white dragon crashed in from the ceiling, landing behind Corey. He could see others appear as well. Eight quadrupedal machines that resembled warrior Ing spread out to surround the two along with two Lycans with eyes, teeth, claws and tails encased in metal and wires. Corey powered up to his spirit form. "Ready, Celina?" But he could see Celina was entirely focused on Celosia, or rather a phantom of her. "I'll handle Vorn and the others. You deal with Celosia."Celina snapped out of her trance and nodded. "Yes. But don't kill them." Corey looked confused but trusted her. He threw himself into a backflip when the Lycans flew across the room towards him and swung, blocking the claw strike from one while he kicked the other into the wall, rolling forward quickly to dodge the dragon's jaws.Celina let her hybrid wings spread wide, her mana blades appearing in her hands and blocking Celosia's whip. Celina advanced but Celosia simply stood her ground, letting each tendril swing wide, forcing Celina to block before she could close the gap. Corey was forced to stay on the move as each mechanized warrior Ing fired blasts of energy or lunged at him. His danger sense screamed in his mind and he barely blocked the beam of holy energy from the dragon's mouth. The battle continued until Celina was slowly gaining the upper hand, and she punched Celosia across the face. "I used to fear you, Celosia. No more. I understand now. You're nothing more than a part of me that was never given a chance to truly live. But I'm done running from the past because as Corey likes to say. Come whatever may because tomorrow is a new day."Celosia screamed as she burned away slowly and was absorbed into Celina. Vorn and the rest of the legion ceased their attacks, staring at Celina until Vorn spoke again. "Your orders, mistress." Celina smiled. "Join us and let me heal your shattered minds. I created you to fight. Only the enemies will change." Vorn bowed his head, the other following his lead.Corey watched as Celina's aura touched each of her legion, repairing their minds and any injuries they might have suffered from the battle, though their machine enhancements remained. He looked at Celina, catching her when he sensed her knees about to give out. "Definitely can't take them out in public." He smiled, kissing Celina as she giggled. He looked at Vorn after. "Where will you stay?" "Here." Vorn answered. "Until you or Celina need us." Corey nodded. "We'll be back. I'd like to fight you again." Vorn looked at him. "I that as well." 


12/01/2022 12:12 PM 

My Only Wish (This Year)

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‘just’ a girl.

12/01/2022 09:58 PM 

character study: dysfunction in the Young family.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: family dysfunction,suppression of feelings/memories/familial history.

character study, Mia Young, down with Profitstock


12/01/2022 03:04 PM 

Nari's Ultimate Sacrifice
Current mood:  scared

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12/01/2022 03:04 PM 

Nari and the Claimers Part One: Vengeance is Hers
Current mood:  infuriated

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12/01/2022 03:04 PM 

Nari Slowly Drives Mi-sun Insane
Current mood:  determined

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12/01/2022 03:04 PM 

Nari's Dark and Foreboding Promise
Current mood:  intense

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🌺 ʀᴏsᴇ ᴘᴇᴛᴀʟ 🌺

12/01/2022 12:28 PM 

🌺 Rose Petal's Rules 🌺
Current mood:  accomplished


𝔐𝔦𝔡𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔐𝔦𝔰𝔱

11/30/2022 11:37 PM 

Midnight Mist

Legal Name: Cassandra Wu-San CainAdjusted Legal Name: Cassandra Wayne Identity: unknownSpecies: HumanAge: 18-25DOB: January 26thBirth Place: BludhavenCurrent Residence: Gotham Alias(s): Bat Girl, Orphan, Mist, The Nothing, Black BatSex: Female Gender: Female Pronouns: She/Hers/HersSexual Orientation: Bisexual Relationship Status: SingleAbilitie(s): Advanced Hand to Hand comabat, Dragon Style Kung-Fu, The Falling Leaf Technique (only known by her and batman), Body reading ability** (Superhuman), Hyper investigation and stealth.**Due to her up bringing and her dyslexia Cassandra is not the best at either, instead she learned to communicate through reading body language which keeps her the best at fighting and reading her family.

🐺Lycan Madness🐺

11/30/2022 11:30 PM 

Basic Profile

Name: Cohnri Rodrick EmersonAge: 31 yrsDOB: February 7thPOB: Philadelphia, PennsylvaniaRace: Human/Mutated Lycanthropy Sex: MaleMedical Condition: Heart Arrhythmia, Anxiety DisorderOrientation: Bisexual, male leanEthnicity: White/CaucasianNationality: AmericanOccupation(s): Doctor/Scientist/Zoologist/Biochemist Eyes/Hair: Blue/Dark BlondeHeight/Weight: 5'10"/156lb.Body Type: Slender, Lean, Athletic Skin Tone: LiteHobby(s): Science Stuff, Surfing, Running, Sketching, Painting, Reading, Poetry, Swimming, Piano Playing, Rock Climbing, Champing, Visiting Zoos and Museums.Music: JazzColor: GreenFood: Italian  

🐺Lycan Madness🐺

11/30/2022 11:21 PM 

Heart Arrhythmia Condition

Heart arrhythmia (ay-RITH-me-ah) is when your heartbeat is irregular or out of rhythm. This might mean a fast heartbeat, a very slow heartbeat, or “palpitations” (where your heart beats very hard, fast, or irregularly for a short period of time). The impact of heart rate changes can vary a lot. Some people may not even know that anything is wrong with their heartbeat, while other people may experience pain, discomfort, dizziness, breathlessness, and/or anxiety as a result of the changes in heart rate.


11/30/2022 11:09 PM 

Story Concept: Love & Chains

Love & Chains is an exclusive and word of mouth only club. The club itself is a lesbian - bdsm heavy - club that requires an invitation from a member to even step through the door - though finding it would be hard unless someone took you there. Tucked away in a small commercial area, there is no signage, no indication that there was a club here. The door has a sliding peekhole where the bouncer would check and then let individuals in.Love & Chains has several explicit rules:Everything had to be consensual. Though not required, it was not unheard of lifestyle partners providing the club with a copy of their bdsm contracts to indicate everything was mutual. At any time, one of the staff is allowed to pull aside a sub and - through a series of questions - ensure that everything is safe, mutual, and fun. Dominatrixs who violate said agreement are banned for life. In addition to the bar, Love & Chains has several play rooms, a dance floor, a sitting/eating area, and a small stage for occasional displays. There are also several various classes taught to better assist the community.Non-members are allowed if brought as a guest. And one doesn't have to be a member of the bdsm community to join. There are many women who are more vanilla that are there. It's a safe haven for females no matter their preferred bedroom fantasy. The main character Rachelle is the bartender at said establishment.It is said that Rachelle is part owner of the club though it's not completely certain. Nor is her status in the society of bdsm. On one aspect she holds herself with confidence but at the same time, she has never hit on anyone or indicated she dominate. Those who go to the club know that she is not one to be steamrolled. And in some cases, it is her - not the bouncer - that has tossed out unwanted individuals or those who broke the club rules. It could be she doesn't actually participate - as there are several women who are more vanilla and not into the kinkier avenues.Additional details on Rachelle:She's in her late twenties/early thirties. Reserved but can be fun and witty. PairingsRachelle is the main character that I'll play though obviously this is a bit more immersive world so other characters might be interacted with. I'm a little open on how to play her. She is not a docile sub nor a overly aggressive dominatrix. In some ways she doesn't really participate in the day to day "play" that most members do. But that is probably because she works there.I do see her teaching some basic courses, going over various things.She's not 100% dominate nor 100% sub. I can really switch her character depending on the story. She might be neither and more into lighter aspects. Please message me if you're interested in playing with her and we can discuss details.

WWE Headquarters

11/30/2022 08:50 PM 

Current mood:  accomplished

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