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12/02/2022 11:58 PM 


Bowie was having a great time at the bar. Dancing, drinking and having general fun. It was nice to let her hair down. Things had been going well lately. Probably a little too well. Bowie was waiting for things to go wrong and it turns out she didn’t have to wait too long. As she headed back to the bar she saw someone she hadn’t seen in a long time. It was her ex best friend. They stopped being best friends at sixteen, after her brother raped her, and she didn’t believe her. Bowie tried to ignore her, pretending she wasn’t there. Bowie ordered another drink and sat at the bar with her back turned, in the hopes she could go unnoticed. She then felt a tap on her shoulder. Taking a deep breath she hoped it wasn’t her but she already knew it was. Turning slowly in her chair she turned to face the female. “Hey Bow” she said. “Hi” Bowie replied. She didn’t have much to say to her. “You look amazing. Incredible. How’s life been going?” She asked. “Great. I have my own business, life’s good” she replied. She didn’t ask about her as she didn’t care. “Look I’m sorry about everything. I know you weren’t lying but my parents forced me to say you were. I didn’t mean for you to get hurt so bad. I feel awful” she pleaded. “It’s too late for apologies” she stated. “Will we ever be able to go back to what we were before?” she asked Bowie. Bowie laughed. She downed her drink before standing up. “F*ck no” she said. “Your family and your brothers friends ruined my life. You lied and cheated. You let me become the town Pariah, and you treated me like sh*t. I will never forgive you. We will never be friends. Stay the f*ck away from me” she said before pushing past her.


12/02/2022 09:25 PM 

the number 15.

  The recommended healthy sleep schedule for an adult is seven hours. It’s recommended by doctors and other medical professionals all over the world that sleep is something the human body needs. And not unlike other medical advice, like drinking pots and pots of coffee a day isn’t good for you, Caroline assumed the stats didn’t include women with their own death hanging over their head like some type of dark and f***ed up mistletoe. “A kiss of death”, it wasn’t funny but it forced a laugh out of the sleep deprived woman as she found herself in Abel’s office in the middle of the night, staring at stacks of files and evidence gathered by her husband and the countless security members on their payroll.    There was something about the whole case that Caroline couldn’t stop thinking about. It wasn’t just a case, she was even an investigator, this was her life. So, the question that plagued her, it was heavy and felt like a noose around her neck. She felt like she was on her tippy toes on a chair and she had to figure out a way down before the chair slipped, and she found herself hanging from the ceiling, dying while trying to remind her husband how much she loved him. The question? Why?    Caroline had tried to rewire the way she thought about the whole thing, she tried to look at it from a different perspective, and instead of trying to just simply figure out how to catch the man, she had to figure out why. She stared at all the incidents, Abel had organized everything that had happened to her at the hands of the man, and all the details. It wasn’t until she started digging through everything at once that she figured there must be a pattern.    She rushed from her husband's office to her own, grabbing supplies that she’d need and stopping by the kitchen for a nice large cup of espresso. She needed it to keep her sharp. Just because she couldn’t fall asleep didn’t mean the exhaustion didn’t hit, so she’d need extra caffeine if she was going to single handedly solve a case and save her own life, it was big shoes to fill and Caroline was up for the challenge. It was like if she was working on it, she could escape the guilt and fear she felt, she could feel useful instead of a burden. She felt like everyone around her was in danger, and she simply couldn’t let that happen.    She was back in Abel’s office, it was strange being in there without him, but he had all the evidence and she knew better than to take the files and risk ruining all the small bits of information that he’d worked so hard to find. She brought back various colors of gel pens, thread, a corkboard that she used for vision boards when she’s creating a new collection and tons of thumb tacks. She pulled her hair up and off her neck, securing it with a pink and purple gel pen on top of her head. She had her glasses perched on her nose, and she was ready.    She started by creating a timeline, she used the photos and sticky notes to mark the date and what happened all the way up until the last incident which was the gift of cemetery plots in her and his name. She took a step back and stared at the whole thing as a whole, a cup of coffee pressed to her lips as she tried to find some tiny detail to connect the events. Maybe, if she could connect the events back to him, she could find enough evidence to put him behind bars.    She’d been there for hours, it felt like, staring at the board, and realizing just how many times that man had come so close to killing her, but didn’t. What was the end goal? That was something that she needed to figure out. She started looking at it differently, instead of looking at the actual incidents, she started looking at the dates and time. She started dissecting every little piece of information, and it started to form a pattern. She only received gifts on 15th of any month, they always showed up on the fifteenth. Now, it wasn’t that she always opened them on that day, but the postmark or the day the box was recorded to have shown up either at home or at her office, it was always the 15th. And the only time he pulled large stunts in which he was in close proximity to Caroline was always at least 30 days from the last gift, which was just double 15. What was the significance of the number 15?    It didn’t stop there, and of course, neither did Caroline. She noticed that the first gift she ever received was in 2015, it was when she was 19 years old and she had just assumed it was the beginning of fan mail, she didn’t think it had anything malicious attached to it, but she was incredibly wrong. She started highlighting every 15 she could find, from the number of words in a letter, to the number of mannequins that were destroyed in her office, and the amount of leaked photos from their wedding. It was all fifteen. Her eyes wide and stressed, she stared down the board as she tried to figure out where it started. She googled the event that she’d met him at, or the one she’d assumed that she’d remembered when she was drugged, it also occurred on the 15th.    She started looking at herself, she started wondering where the pattern connected her life to his. She wondered where it started so that she could perhaps find an ending that didn’t leave her dead and her husband to plan a funeral for the love of his life. She felt like ever since he laid his hands on her months ago that she’d been gasping for air ever since, she felt like she was holding her breath and he liked it. She felt disgusted and watched, she felt like a woman on display and weaker than ever with the fact he held the key to the door, and she wanted out.    She was mad, she figured the stress and the weight of the situation had caused her to not be able to get pregnant, and the emotional damage that he’d caused for both her and her husband was probably never to be healed. “Where was I at 15?” she said, flipping through stacks of paper, and realizing that it probably wouldn’t be there since there was little information about herself out there before she was adopted by her dad. She’d just opened Abel’s macbook to google when the door opened and a very sleepy and concerned husband walked through, “Hi babe.” she said casually, as she googled Caroline Tipton Louisanna 2011, and that’s when she found it.    “Babe, look.” she said, her eyes wild with lack of sleep, anxiety and some type of weird joy that she perhaps might have solved a tiny piece of the puzzle. With a large gulp of coffee before she started speaking, “Look, it’s the last pageant I ever did with my birth father, Miss Teen Lousianna, and look, it was on the 15th, and I was 15, it was even held on 15th street.” she said, spinning around in the chair and feeling much like the godfather in Abel’s office, and not standing but pulling the pen out of her hair and letting it fall to use it as a makeshift pointer. “The number is in every single time he’s done anything, look, babe, look.” she said pointing at each and every one, a little proud of herself and a lot exhausted.    Caroline didn’t know what any of this meant, but what she did know was that she was closer than ever and she would continue fighting rather with her hands or mind until one of them died, and she was determined it wouldn’t be her. Caroline was a fighter, she’d been fighting her whole life to stay afloat, and now that she was happy, loved, and cared for? She wasn’t giving it up, like the song in their wedding, she wanted to grow old with Abel, she just had to find the last piece of the puzzle.  

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


🐺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.

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