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sᴇʀᴘᴇɴᴛᴊᴜʟɪᴇᴛ♔

11/29/2022 01:14 PM 

QUESTION...?

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Did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room And every single one of your friends was making fun of you But fifteen seconds later they were clapping too? Then what did you do?Did you leave her house in the middle of the night? Oh Did you wish you'd put up more of a fight, oh When she said it was too much? Do you wish you could still touch her? It's just a question "Did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room." The kind words she used to make her request were superfluous under any other set of circumstances, yet she used them to get his assent and consent that he would still be ready to stay by her side for as long as she needed his assistance. It was so alien to her, and it was also strange for them since their typical rhythm consisted of one moving in time with the other, but now it was replaced with timid touches and hesitancy. It was a matter of learning limits, lines of comfort that no longer followed past norms, and neither party was privy to any form of guide that could tell them when the other was being pushed too far.As he put the blanket over Betty, she reached out and took hold of it, curling her hand into the fabric as she pulled it close to her body. Even as exhaustion threatened to pull her under the wave of dreamless sleep, his thumb repeated comforting circles on the back of her hand. This served as a small reminder of his presence, even as exhaustion threatened to pull her under the wave. This finally forced her body into the regeneration it so desperately needed. Betty positioned his arm over her head for protection and pulled him close to her so that they were pressed up against each other with just a blanket between them. His comments were kind, taking into account not just the frailty of her body but also the exhaustion that had set in, and she took solace in the affection that was audible in his tone of voice.She merely nodded, unsure of whether she would be able to rest, at least now that they'd managed to find their way back to one another. Her mind raced through the countless nights she'd lay awake in the guest bed, forcing herself awake to punish herself for living her waking nightmare. Now that they'd found their way back to one another, she couldn't help but think about all those nights. Sleep had been a relief from her suffering, a respite from the truth that she wouldn't allow herself to acknowledge. However, now Betty was less in control of her mission of self-loathing as he gradually brought her back away from the brink of ruin."Just don't leave..." Her remarks were a groggy echo of the urgent appeal that she'd pleaded with him to hear in the kitchen. She took a deep and unsteady breath to calm her anxiety, and then she finally allowed herself to shut her eyes. She could feel the stinging behind her eyelids from the remains of her tears and the lack of rest she had been getting for so many weeks.She started counting the circles each time his thumb made a pass over the smooth skin on the back of her hand. Each of these breaths was in time with the linked exchange of air in both of their lungs as their breaths slowed in harmony with one another. Betty didn't realize how rapidly she was losing count, and she doesn't recall falling asleep; she was overcome by a profound and dead slumber while he held her.Betty jolted awake in their bed, taking frantic gasps of anxiety as her eyes scanned the dark room. Strands of her hair were adhering with perspiration to her forehead due to the combination of Jughead's body heat and the cocooning effect of the blanket that was wrapped around her. She did not even become aware that she had been sleeping until several hours later, when she suddenly awakened with a surprising shock and realized that she had been sleeping. And every single one of your friends was making fun of you,

Spooky † Girl

11/29/2022 12:46 PM 

RULES

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 

imagination.

"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

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11/28/2022 09:56 PM 

EDIT_LIZZIE

<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="https://via.placeholder.com/100x100&quot; 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="https://via.placeholder.com/100x100&quot; 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. 

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 .. https://monsterhigh.fandom.com/wiki/Lagoona_Bluehttps://monsterhigh.fandom.com/wiki/Lagoona_Blue_(G3)

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..

sᴇʀᴘᴇɴᴛᴊᴜʟɪᴇᴛ♔

11/28/2022 02:04 PM 

Greenlight.

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Ain't nobody in the world does it like you do Got me beggin' you for more, yeah, it's nothin' new Before you come around, yeah, I was feelin' blue So tell me if you're down, I'll fly ya to the moonJust say I got the green light The things we do past midnight Just me and you and it feels right Just an empty room and the green light The green light "Like a song that you can't forget" "Yes, you are both fortunate to have one another." When it would have been too easy for him to continue playing the role of protector and forget that now she too was grown and capable of handling more. Including providing him with a shoulder to lean on; Betty smiled softly to herself, glad that her words had hit their mark and reminded him of his sister's resiliency. The joke about sneaking the sleep aid into her coffee was less funny since everyone knew that he was being disingenuous about his concerns for his sister, despite the fact that they were not without foundation. 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,

𝚂𝚗𝚘𝚠-𝚆𝚘𝚕𝚏

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."

𝚂𝚗𝚘𝚠-𝚆𝚘𝚕𝚏

11/28/2022 09:43 PM 

Speed Dating

I love putting my poor little wolfie into awkward positions.  Here is a holiday-themed horror right out of Noxy's nightmares.  I should add more examples of Nox giving men a hard time.  Or some sappy little love story, hostile then fireworks.  Shut up, I'm a hopeless romantic like that!   "Oh come on, Noxy." Marie leaned in close to the bathroom mirror as she applied another layer of bright red lipstick. Though Adelphe Nox still regarded Marie as a total airhead, things were so different now that they both knew each other's deepest, darkest secret. Marie was a succubus. Adelphe, of course, was a werewolf. The brunette leaned back, examining herself discerningly in the mirror. Marie, Nox had to admit, was an artist. Just enough make-up to look ravishing, but not so much as to go full shroud of Turin should she ever press her face to a towel--cough or the sheets cough.   Adelphe watched her roommate, pressed against the bathroom wall with her arms folded stubbornly across her chest. For a creature who spent half her life au natural, Nox felt unnervingly exposed in the outfit Marie had convinced her to wear. The little black dressed was every bit 'little', adorned in sequence to make her shimmer like a disco ball in even the lowest of lighting. If the skirt were any higher or the neckline any lower…well, 'au natural' wasn't that far off. Things on got worse when Marie turned around to face Nox with a tube of mascara in hand. A look of panic came across the wolf's face. But she was trapped! "…Help…"Fast forward one agonizing hour later.She has been crimped and curled and mascaraed and powdered and perfumed. The horror. The horror. Nox was going to see lipstick and eye shadow in her nightmares tonight. At least there was no mention if waxing. Nox involuntarily cringed at the very idea. Clopping along in a very non-elegant manner, Adelphe was finding adjusting to high heels a little harder than she expected. Marie smacked her on the rear, smartly making Nox stand straight up. "Get a hold of yourself." Marie scoffed, working those hooker heels like a pro. It was very clearly what Marie's endgame was. Adelphe just wasn't sure why she had to come along! And why she allowed herself to be dragged along! Morbid curiosity, perhaps?Finally finding her stride, Nox managed a slightly dignified strut. Whether it actually looked that way or it was all in her head remains unclear. Despite her uncertainty about the whole situation, the white wolf did manage to look absolutely--pun intended--fetching. A clunky necklace was just eye catching enough to guide the gaze down the length for her body. The black dress clung to every curve, accentuating the femininity of her figure, down her legs and to the high heels that managed to make Nox look taller than she truly was. It was all very strategic, Marie was far too good at this. Flicking a tightly wound lock of hair over her shoulder, the foxy wolf's teal gaze swept the room.Dark lighting against onyx façade, what was normally a dance floor was crowned with a circle of a dozen tables. Each table had two chairs, one on the outside of the circle and one on the inside. Seated in the inner circle were women. On either side, men loitered about, trading casual chat while they waited to be given proper directions. Why was she doing this again?! Panic set in. Marie, sense the alarm in Nox, grabbed her by the arm and began dragging her to the circle of tables. Scooting their way into the inner circle, Marie pushed Adelphe into a chair and took a seat next to her. "Loosen up, this is going to be fun!: Marie smiled devilishly."Alright, it looks like everyone is here." A man stepped up with a microphone in hand. "Rules are simple: ladies stay seated, gentlemen rotate clockwise when you hear the ding. Ladies, you get to hand out your number to any chap who strikes your fancy. Let the speed date commence!" All at once, men jockeyed for a seat at the table of their choice. The poor suitor who seated himself in front of Nox didn't look any more thrilled than she did. His eye was, in fact, on Marie, but had lost the spot to another man. He made to attempt to hide the disappointment, either. His gaze kept flicking between herself and Marie."So, ah, interesting hair color. Is that a choice?"Strike one. Nox raised an eyebrow. "Rare genetic trait.""I'm an Ares, what's your sign?" Strike two."I don't believe in magic stars.""I'm a vegan…" Strike three."I can field dress a deer faster than anyone I know." She replied sweetly, a smug smirk gracing her face. He looked visibly repulsed. That was surprisingly satisfying to see.RIIIIING.Oh. Thank. God. Later loser.

𝑮𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂.

11/28/2022 12:18 PM 

EPISODE 3

Walking through the small village of Uttar Pradesh, Karrueche and Adore marveled at the beauty of the architecture and community while the natives walked around them enticed by the stunning young women. “I think we’re almost there…” Adore began and looked back down at the map, she maneuvered the map back and forth even turning it upside to make sure they were headed in the right direction. Shielding the sun from her eyes with her left hand, Kae pointed to the opening of the Uttar Pradesh mountains. “I think it’s about another mile or two…” Rue spoke.Adore: “K… remind me not to wear pumps on set no more, cause bitch how the cinnamon toast f*** you forget to tell me we were going to be walking 20 thousand miles to our destination?!” Adore scoffs, rolling her eyes while breathing heavily.Karrueche: “Girl hush, didn’t nobody tell you to dress like we were doing an episode of pimp my ride. I wore tennis shoes, why didn’t you just pack what I packed?” Taking a seat in the grass at the top of the mountain, Karrueche pulls out her canteen and takes a drink of some fresh spring water. “Do you want some water?” She offered Adore whom was clearly still trying to get her breathing together.Adore: “Nah bitch, I’m good… start the damn episode.” Adore pulls out her phone to snap a few selfies, just as Karrueche snickered quietly and begins the episode.Karrueche: “Hi guys! Welcome to episode 3 of Morning Cup of Murder. As many of you know, we started off as a podcast that eventually became so popular, we got picked up by Hulu! Shout out to our producers! – Anyways, today we are in a small village known as Uttar Pradesh, in India. Our story begins in January of 1981 when the revolution of women’s rights in India would become more noticeable.Adore: “Phoolan Devi best known as the bandit queen was born in Uttar Pradesh, India, August 10, 1963. Phoolan’s method of murder was shooting, and she came with a vengeance. Phoolan was an Indian (bandit) and later a politician. After being gang-raped by some members of her village, Devi turned bandit, and authorized the killing of 22 upper-caste villagers. Following this, she became notorious across India as a bandit. Some people believe that most of her crimes were committed seeking justice for women's suffering, particularly those in the unfortunate lowest castes; however, the Indian authorities consider this a myth. She was once falsely imprisoned for seeking those involved in her rape to be tried for their crimes. Then made a martyr for exacting this revenge independently from authority and as part of a gang. Later, she surrendered and successfully contested election as a member of the Samajwadi Party.”Karrueche: “Phoolan was born into the mallah (boatmen) caste, in the small village of Ghura Ka Purwa (also spelled Gorha ka Purwa) in Jalaun District, Uttar Pradesh. She was the fourth child of Devi Din and Moola. Phoolan's father owned an acre of land with a huge Neem tree on it. He hoped that the valuable timber of the tree would enable him to pay the dowry for his daughters' marriages. When Phoolan was eleven years old, her grandparents passed away within a short time and her uncle declared himself the head of the family. He took over the inheritance by deceit, leaving Phoolan's family to remain in poverty. Her Uncle had a son, Mayadin. He cut down the Neem tree and sold the wood, intending to keep the proceeds for himself. Although her father submitted with mild protest, Phoolan confronted her cousin. She taunted him, publicly called him a thief and attacked him. With her elder sister, she staged a sit-in on his land. Even after violence against Phoolan — knocking her out with a brick — she wouldn't relent. To rid himself of Phoolan, Mayadin arranged to have her married to a man named Putti Lal, who lived several hundred miles away. Putti Lal was in his thirties; Phoolan was eleven. Phoolan's husband raped and mistreated her, she ran away several times, and would be returned to her husband for severe punishment. She was returned to her village, being deemed too young to fulfill her duties as a wife. Three years later, she was returned to Putti Lal's home. A wife leaving her husband was a serious taboo in the rural areas, and Phoolan was marked as a social outcast. Phoolan continued to challenge her cousin Mayadin, accusing him of thievery. She took him to court for unlawfully holding her father's land but lost the case.” Taking another sip of her water she passes a water bottle over to Adore whom previously denied the cold drink.Adore: “My heart! I really feel for this girl right now, cause whew… married at 11 to some grown ass man that doesn’t want to take care of you… f*** no. Anyways, so that lil weak ass cousin Mayadin accused our girl Phoolan of stealing small items from his house and planned for her arrest by the police force. During her time in jail, she was beaten and raped by the authorities. She blamed her cousin for the injustice and developed a hatred for men who routinely belittled women.” Adore put a piece of gum in her mouth, “this sh*t givin me anxiety…” she chewed and accepted the water from Rue. “thanks, sexy” she smiled and winked at her best friend.Karrueche: “Girl, move! Miss Indian bandit stood for election to the 11th Lok Sabha, representing the Samajwadi Party, on a platform of helping the poor and oppressed. She was successfully elected in the constituency of Mirzapur in Uttar Pradesh. She lost her seat in the 1998 election but was reelected in the 1999 election and was a sitting member of parliament when she was assassinated. -- she was assassinated in 2001 by 3 masked men. In the immediate aftermath of her murder, the police were accused of incompetence in the handling of the case. It was alleged that a party worker picked up revolvers that had been dumped by the killers and hid them. Three other people staying in Phoolan's home were accused of knowing about the revolvers. The revolvers then disappeared before the police could conduct a forensic test on them. Not sus at all..." she rolled her eyes and took another swig of her water. "This episode was filmed in Phoolan's home village of Uttar Pradesh where we had the honor and privilege of learning about the culture here in India as well as enjoying some tasty food and hearty celebrations!"Adore: "Thanks for watching y'all! See ya next week!"

Kayla

11/27/2022 09:35 PM 

Character deep dive 3

kayla's favorite thanksgiving dish is stuffing. She only had it a handful of times growing up, but she never forgot what it tasted like. When she went to college, she made herself some for her first thanksgiving. Each thanksgiving, she perfects the recipe. Now, after several years of trial and error, she now makes her stuffing homemade. 



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