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Cassandra.

07/03/2020 05:33 PM 

OWES.

I OWE YOU:- Natalia:Starter 07/04.- Sebastian:Starter 07/04.- Millie:Starter 07/05.YOU OWE ME:DISCUSSING:- Gabby.- Blake.  // UPDATED: 07-05-20.

⌜cнérιe⌟

07/03/2020 05:18 PM 

Headcanon Trois

Drink  The parties at Beauxbatons were well organised, well attended, and kept well under the radar of the staff. At the very least once a month a general invitation would spread around the senior classes and down to a select few younger students. Gabrielle attended her first set of parties by invitation of her friends with older siblings still at school. Alcohol flowed freely at the parties, and it was here that Gabrielle first tasted redcurrant rum. The sweet liquid soon became her favourite drink. Not everywhere served the beverage, but Gabrielle ordered it when she could. When at a loose end in her apartment, she would try to invent new cocktails with the flavoured rum, concocting weird and wonderful new drinks with, some just as delicious as the rum and some that weren’t so great. Gabrielle always looks forward to her birthday when she knows she will receive at least one or two bottles of rum as a gift.   Big sister  Gabrielle thought she would have been an excellent big sister, but it wasn’t meant to be. Her birth was complicated and Apolline was told under no uncertain terms there would be no more children. No matter how often she begged for younger siblings, her parents refused her. She would have loved her baby brother or sister with all her heart, would have taught them all of the secrets of the Estate, and would have taught them all the fun spells when she was old enough. Since it was not meant to be to for her to a biological big sister, she became an adopted one, showering younger students at Beauxbatons with the love she would have shown a sibling. If ever in need of advice, help with an assignment or a shoulder to cry on, younger students knew they could come to Gabrielle and she would help them in whatever way she could.   Perception  Gabrielle's perception of the world was not one steeped in reality. Living an admittedly charmed and protected life made her naïve and oblivious to other people’s struggles. She was often tactless and said things that made her sound stupid. She assumed that everyone lived in the same manner as her family, and had the advantages that she had. She saw the world with rose tinted glasses and became upset when things weren’t as perfect as she wanted them to be. She wasn’t a bad person, she just didn't know anything apart from her closed off life. Being educated at Beauxbatons didn’t help with her worldview as the recent world events and Wizarding War weren’t taught in the curriculum and wouldn’t be taught until at least 10 years after Gabrielle graduated. She saw things more clearly as she grew older and was exposed to lives and experiences of her friends and her new colleagues. She sometimes still said stupid things, but doesn't everyone?  Darkness  The darkness could bring all sorts of ghouls and spooks for some people, but not for Gabrielle. It was not something that scared her, it was something brought fun and happiness to her life. There was nothing she enjoyed more than sneaking out of her room to sleep under the stars on a warm evening. Her Papa would carry her back to her room to make sure she had a decent night’s sleep. In the dark, she and her Beauxbaton roommate Esme would whisper secrets to each other and giggle about the day’s gossip. She first found out Nerissa was her cousin in her darkened Paris apartment and that meant she had a new family member to have fun with.   Sugar  Multiple times in her life Gabrielle tried to cut sugar out of her diet. Usually before a crash no-sugar diet, she would have heard snarky comments from people around her. Gabrielle, your skin doesn’t look great, what have you been eating? Oh, you look as if you have gained the Beauxbaton Belly. Every time, she thought herself ugly, certainly not pretty and perfect as Fleur, that she was putting her family to shame, and the only way she would be pretty again would be to cut sugar out her diet. She would cut out all fruits, all sweets and chocolate and anything she deemed unhealthy from her meals. But Gabrielle had a sweet tooth and would crave sugary treats after a week of her crazy diet. She would make a big batch of cupcakes or would spend all of her bezants on treats at the bakery and she would binge for days.    Lake   Gabrielle’s fear of water began with the Black Lake at Hogwarts. She had never learned to swim and waking up in the lake not knowing her surroundings and being unable to get herself to safety scared her more than anything in the world. Her fear of water diminished slightly as she got older. She could dip her toes in the ocean, she could have a quick bath, and she very nearly dove into the Nicolas and Perenelle Flamel Fountain before chickening out. But Gabrielle could never bring herself to visit a lake. France had some beautiful Lakes, but Gabrielle declined invitation after invitation to tour them when friends and family took their vacations. It seemed rude on Gabrielle’s part, but her boggart took the form of her being trapped under a lake with no reason. She would rather decline an invitation than have a panic attack in company.  

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07/03/2020 03:07 PM 

starter for fvckinandroids.

  When Markus was bound by an owner, he didn't see the outer workings of the world. While Carl was a great person and became like a father figure to him, he was still owned by someone. If Carl hadn't treated him with kindness, then he wasn't sure how different he would be. Carl truly marked his soul and helped him overcome the diversity he felt. People still treated them like they were demons. He recalled the time in the plaza in Detroit where the preacher said he would be the one to tear them apart. He supposed he was right in some ways.Markus stepped through Jericho with the purpose of finding his team so they could scavenge for some more supplies with Cyberlife. They had a contact within their ranks, so hopefully they can get the supplies without alerting the authorities. He looked at North and Josh who were looking through the bombs they gathered, "Are we almost ready to get going?"North looked up, "Yeah, we're just going through the last of the supplied bombs." She finally stood, "You sure about this Markus? You think this contact can be trusted?"His lips pursed into a thin line. "I don't think we have much of a choice. We've already gathered a lot of supplies, but does it ever hurt to get more? Sometimes we need something specific and people don't have it." Josh finally turned when he heard Markus speak, which made him sigh. He obviously had his own reservations about this, but there wasn't much they could do now. Markus wanted to help his people a little more than they have been.Josh brushed his pants off. "Then I suggest we get going. It's already," He checked his watch, "Midnight and we told them we'd meet them by the docks at one." Markus nodded in agreement and they finally went off to meet their contact. He knew there was a reason to be wary about it, but he figured they could trust them. He knew they were an android, so would he really betray his own people? After that thought process, the infamous deviant hunter popped into his head, though he realized he was not that much of a threat. Every time he tried capturing a deviant, he didn't succeed. He has both the Traci's and Rupert to thank for that infromation. Still, looking into who Connor was, he wanted to see if the hunter himself truly was against his brethren or if he was a deviant.As they reached the docks, the snow had become like a blanket covering the streets as they stepped through the docks entrance. It was an eery feeling and Markus suddenly had the instinct that this was a bad idea. Before he could tell North and Josh they needed to go, they were suddenly blinded by several different bright lights that were shining on their faces. Markus held his hand up over his eyes and noticed the shadow that was stepping forward."... you really trust every android who comes to you for help, huh?"North balled up her fist, "You're kidding me, right? You're on the human's side?!"The android finally revealed himself, which showed him to look like the cyberlife android they saved back at the warehouse. "You've made it harder for android's to even live here. We're dying everyday and it's your fault.""... We just want to be free. Many of us will die for our cause but--""Save it. The girl I love is dead because of you." Markus, North, and Josh glanced at one another and realized there was other androids with him, but they didn't know whether they had weapons or not. It didn't matter, because North thought ahead and made sure they had their own weapons before leaving Jericho.Markus slowly moved to grab the gun that was placed in his pants behind him, while the others did the same. "None of this is my fault. We just want to be free. I'm sorry she was killed, but we're ready to die for our cause. But we want to ensure that it reaches it's end first." Without hesitating, Markus pulled the gun out and shot the android in the head; knowing North and Josh would handle their own safety.When it was over, the area was littered with a few android bodies, which caused Markus to move towards the leader who was staring blankly at the sky. "We didn't want this."North nudged on Markus' coat. "Markus, we need to get going before the police get here. They may not care because they're androids, but... they heard shooting and they would know what happened, especially with that deviant hunter."A light frown appeared on Markus' face as he realized they were right. Even though they were androids, he knew the police would have to investigate it. It would probably be closed because of their affiliation, but he wasn't too sure. Markus decided he wouldn't wait around though and simply ran off with his friends to return to Jericho.

Amphitrite

07/03/2020 01:04 PM 

Splash!

"Bing!"The sweet singular tone was accompanied by the parting of the elevator doors. For the entire ride up, she fixed her gaze on her own reflection in the brass veneer in silent contemplation. Pristine, flawless, unchanged despite centuries of life. Long ago, she had come to the conclusion that of the gods who looked aged and haggard, it was purely by choice. Zeus could transform into anything when he sought to bed a mortal woman, yet when he sat on the throne of Olympus…bearded and 'distinguished.' It was to command respect; who would take orders from some young god who barely looked old enough to shave? Her image wobbled before vanishing to reveal the world beyond this elevator.Lights immediately illuminated the darkened room, revealing the pristine aesthetics of her penthouse. Discarding her Louis Vuitton on a nearby chair, Amphitrite immediately shed her…how should it be stated…mortal guise. The Sea Queen kicked off her black pumps, releasing herself from their obnoxious pinch. Mortals! Blonde hair dripped with teal coloring until fully transitioned as the Sea Queen began unbuttoning her deep blue chiffon blouse. The black pleated skirt was quick to follow. Her alabaster skin glimmered with the opalescent gleam of scales, ghostly adoration that didn't quite seem to exist in this realm, but shimmered like river rocks just beneath the surface of her flesh.Amphitrite's penthouse was just about as one might expect. Opulent, Greco, and one, big pool sounds about right? The luxury apartment was very sparsely furnished; obscenely expensive and steeped in antiquity, but still rather Spartan. What ought to be the living room, the first room one saw upon entering her abode, was a pool of water. Not Olympic size, let's not go crazy here. Rather a marble wading pool, flanked by columns and vases of fresh flowers. Waiting at the waters edge were oceanids--water nymphs and her attendants. They murmured greetings to their queen as she approached. Discarding the remaining scraps of her attire, the goddess stepped into the water. It was no Olympus, but was that *really* a bad thing? This was her home away from home. And it suited her just fine.Now here's where the evening took quite the turn for Amphitrite.Lurking on the roof and just beyond the view of the skylight, a rather brazen thief lay in wait. It took a real set of stones to pull off this stunt. They ought make a movie about him, get Tom Hardy or someone to play him. 'Daring art heist!' It'll be everywhere, he'll be famous! Drip, drip, drip. Crap. It was starting to rain. The lights came on bellow him, the woman was home. This was getting a little more tricky. He wasn't totally sure who she was, nor was it really made clear to him. Some tart who made a lot of dough on social media or something. Did that sh*t really pay that well? Boy, was he in the wrong business. A nice set of tits and a pretty face really will get you everything in this world. The lights went out, time to get the move on.Slowly, carefully, he removed a panel of glass from the skylight. No wiring, not security. This place was an ivory tower, up and away from the real world. Why would she need security? Right? Fastening a rope, the thief began to descend into the penthouse. Boy, would she be pissed. Not only would she be robbed, but when the skylight began to leak, oh boy. Insult to injury, amiright? But there was a problem. Looking down, the thief was surprised to seen a pool waiting at the bottom of his line. What the sh*t was this? Worse still, the pool was occupied. Not just one woman, but seven. Was this some sot of f***ing cult?The woman seated herself in the shallow waters of the pool. Then the weirdest sh*t began to happen. The pool's waters began to glow brightly. What. The. F***! So distracted was he that his hand slipped. He fell. The woman, in her weird glowing pool, began to vanished into the water. And he, oh misfortunately one, was going to land right on top of her. The thief yelled, certain he was about to die and this bitch wasn't going to be cushion enough to spare him this unpleasant demise. Looking up, the other women let out screeches, jumping back from the incoming interloper. And the woman with barely her head above water looked up in shock. Then she dove.SPLASH!Belly flop of the century.Resurfacing with a massive gasp, the thief was surprised not only that he had somehow survived…but also the fact that he appeared to be in the middle of the ocean. The thief failed his arms wildly in his efforts to keep his head above water. Where…what? How was this possible? Blinking against the bright midday sun, he twisted around. Open ocean. Open ocean. Island, yes! Doggy paddling his way towards shore, the would-be legendary thief became acutely aware that something was in the water with him. It shimmered just bellow the surface, then vanished before he had any real chance to see it. But he could feel the movement as it passed under him. Shark? No shark, please no shark. This motivated him to paddle faster. And still the mystery fish kept pace, toying with him.Come on, man! Come on! You can do this! Swim! The thief tried his hardest to pump himself up. But the island never seemed to grow any closer. The water, which had been so still it might as well have been a painting, began to grow choppy as dark clouds gathered unnaturally fast. Got to go faster, got to go faster. The thief pushed himself harder. But still he made absolutely no progress. In fact, he may even be further out that when this whole thing began. Exhausted, body achieving from the prolonged effort, the thief's movements grew sluggish. Something passed bellow him again. A shiver of dread ran up his spine. Oh f***. The shark was back. He twisted around, once more trying to spot his fishy stalker. This time, a greenish-bluey--he wasn't exactly the descriptive type here--large fish tail broke the water, only to vanish again. Well, it wasn't a shark."What are you doing here?"It occurred to the thief that the woman had gone into the water before he did. What had happened to her? Twisting around to face the voice, his question was naturally answered. But not entirely as he suspected.Amphitrite was a sea nymph who ascended to godhood with her marriage to Poseidon. And her truest form was, in rudimentary terms, a mermaid. (As was her son, Triton.) Adorned in glistening green scales, she was still quite recognizable as the woman who entered the pool. And she looked pissed. Perhaps pissed was a bit much, maybe more like mildly annoyed. And a little amused. She circled the thief, inspecting him. She was trying to decided with the mortal who dared invaded the home of a god. Slowly, a smile crept across her face. The sea queen had an idea. And her new friend was not going to like it.The water around them began to swirl as a whirlpool formed beneath them. The goddess looked unbothered, the thief was out right panicking. Ah, the usual pleading and crying. 'I'm so sorry, please forgive me, blah blah blah.' His begging was overpowered by the deafening sound of crashing waves. No doubt the foolish mortal expected to die. Lucky for him, the whirlpool was just another watery portal to his new home.The rushing water parted to reveal a beautiful tropical island with clear blue water and pristine beaches. It was…paradise…until he began to look around. Beyond the water, about a mile or so was a barrier. Following the boundary, the thief realized the barrier went up and overhead. Beyond it, the thief could see sunlight. And the goddess--once against fully human in form--leaned down from the great beyond to look at him. Like a fish in an aquarium! She reached down, her hands cupping the sides of the barrier and lifting. The thief's world shook as she carrier him away.Back at her penthouse home, Amphitrite placed her new "snow globe" on the window sill. He was but a ship in the bottle for her to display. 

Lock And Load

07/03/2020 09:48 PM 

Band of Fallen Brothers. Part One.

A brief Trigger Warning. This piece I am writing is heavily based on War, specifically In Afghanistan and concludes with tragedy.   Date: May 17th. 2006.Location: Kabul, Afghanistan.Commander in Charge: Major, James Rhodes.Platoon: Headhunters. Starting body count: 30Current Body Count: 14.The Night Before.  Major James Rhodes takes his stand, around the debris of a local area that had been destroyed, ready to inform his squad of the morning plan to return to Base, Delta just outside of Kabul. Poised before them, out of sight from snipers and preying eyes inside a broken building, the Man in charge would begin to speak, confidently.  "Listen up Headhunters, we are heading to the nearest base in Kalakan, due to our coms being friend, they don't know we are coming. We are not far now but there is only one issue, we are heading through Kabul. As you know, the Taliban have many eyes on this location and have been fighting with The Northern Alliance for a while. They already have the places around the area scouted and our best bet is through the Kabul, itself. ""They want to keep the capital as their stronghold, so if we are caught, they will use us to send a message. Be alert, be prepared and don't fall behind. We will move at first light and do so swiftly. Myself and First Lieutenant Matthews will take the night shift. For the rest of you, get your beauty sleep for the homecoming. Goodnight."The major would then take his leave to find a location on the next floor up on the building that his men were resting in while Matthews would watch around the back. They would need to stay vigilant as they watched through the night.It wasn't like Rhodes was going to get any sleep anyway, taking this shift was partly due to his personality now that he had taken over as their commander. For the past week, it had felt like they were in a hell hole, death was all around them. And his thoughts.....his thoughts were just filled with fallen brothers.On his person, he had a pocket filled with metal dog tags of those that him or other members of his squad were able to pick up from the fallen, there was a lot but not all of them, not all Sixteen. Rhodes took one of them out and inspected the name engraved metal with the name reading:  " Second Lieutenant Jackson."  He moved the tag through his fingers for a few minutes while he was in deep thought from the week he had endured.Day One: Our missions was to locate Abdul Shakor. Nazak Khel. He was well guard and it didn't take long for a battle to break out while he made his escape.Casualties to the platoon, Four. Day Three: while tracking Abdul Shakor,  we were ambushed,  pinned down, blindsided.d.Casualties, eight.Day Seven: we invade a little compound near Jalriz. Local people kept locked up, underfed for god knows how long. But our mission has to continued, we have to capture if we can, Abdul Shako at all cost as our intel has shared that he is planning a mass bombing and we need him. So, my men push me.Casualty: One.Day Nine: Our last radio contact informed us that our Target was in Mosahi. We didn't waste any time as we set forth towards the location. We had one Jeep left that set forth towards the location as the rest of us followed by foot. As we got closer to the location, with the jeep a little further ahead keeping scout, we heard the explosion.The Squad pushed on as bullets, mines and dust were next to follow as we tried to stampede the compound they were staying at. We had no choice, not only for our Target but because if we backed away they would have chased us down. Luckily for us, their numbers were limited.Casualties: ThreeRhodes soon broke out of his thoughts as he spins the Dog tag one last time between his fingers before clasping it into his palm. Each one of his brothers that fell was stuck in his head and he was intended not to let any more fall.Placing the tag back in his pocket, Rhodes would use the night vision binoculars, that he took out from his backpack and kept an eye out but as the time passed and Dawn was approaching, but there was then a loud sound of a gun firing. Rhodes reached for his local walkie."Jackson, what was that, over?"......" There was no reply."Jackson?""....." Still, not a single sound. Not until.....

Ana.

07/03/2020 11:15 PM 

an alternative "Ana"

Miss Hilton you must be worth a trillion bucks //    ★ Job? What's that? The only job that this Ana knows is how to flash her daddy's credit card and to let you know how much of an inconvenience your existence is. ★ Is in love with herself, money, and the lavishes money can buy. Most people think that deep deep down she is honestly depressed and hates her life - boy are the wrong. ★ Has a lot of friends, but it's more in the fact that people fear her and know if they don't bow at her feet they will turn out just like Tina. (and don't ask about Tina. You don't want to know.) Her closest friends get paid by daddy so she gets off his back.★ Father is a big guy working for the government, allowing her to all the luxuries in life. Mother is a loving and caring ... KIDDING. She is a cocaine addicted bitch and forced Ana into pageants growing up. Ana won every single one of them.★ Was a twin, but she ate her twin in the womb. ★ Thrives off the fact that she can black friday shop before anyone else - and happily rubs it in their face as they wait outside.★ Money, whiskers on kittens, getting what she wants, the color pink, any 2000s aesthetic, showing off her wealth, crushing dreams, black card, private jets, VIP, limos, making people cry, romance movies with horrible ending, puffy coats, high heels, high fashion, cover of vogue, ★ Rude af, hateful, fashion icon, rich, spoiled, hated, basically everything that the real Ana is not. manipulative, villain, spiteful, vain, brushes her hair like Marsha Brady, can stare at herself for hours and not get bored★ Makes Paris Hilton and Nicole Ritchie look like little bitches. (inspo from the absolutely amazing father man ♥)

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07/03/2020 10:28 AM 

Call of the Wild

Call of the Wild   For Rae; The word came to him from two of the students at the Salvatore Boarding School. They raced inside the doors late at night just as Tyler was making a security sweep of the grounds. They were a pair of his werewolves that had been out after dark against curfew. “It was scary Mr. Lockwood!” The girl was a petite blonde named Nancy. “I know we weren’t supposed to be out after dark, but we were.”Her boyfriend, another wolf named Sam was standing at her side. “It was my fault, Mr. Lockwood. I was trying to bring some excitement into our relationship. Going out after curfew was going to score me some points for being dangerous and exciting.”Tyler was so angry his fangs actually started to show. Sure, he’d done stupid things to impress a girl, but this was the worst. “All because YOU wanted to be a muscle brain with no sense to impress your girl, you may have led some hunters right here.” He pushed past the couple. “I’ll clean up your damn mess. Now get back to your dorms!”Tyler was walking at a fast pace past all the kids heading to bed as he headed for the back door of the Salvatore Boarding School. He could tell his werewolf eyes had taken over. In moments of extreme anger his wolf side always tended to show rapidly and with unrelenting ferocity. His fangs were growing with his every step. His nose was elongating into a snout. Tyler was tearing off his clothes as he walked toward the door and beginning his change.It wasn’t like all those years ago when he first found out he was a werewolf. Yeah, it still hurt like hell when he did it, but he did it anyway. He was used to the pain by now and even numb to it. Any student or faculty member watching would see that he was in that state of flux and hear his growling in pained anger to back it up. Once he set his feet outside he was completely naked and fully in his wolf form. The hunt would begin.The dark russet wolf raced at a rapid pace through the woods. His golden eyes blazed with indignant fury. The hunters in his woods, in his town, hunting his kids were going to be taken out even if it meant he would have to rip them apart himself. It wouldn’t be the first time and he was sure it wouldn’t be the last time. Pads of the wolf's feet hit the ground in a steady gallop. They were close but not close enough. He stopped long enough to pick up the scent and keep running.~*~The two hunters were loaded with silver bullets in their weapons. They had started to follow the two pups and had been given the slip when they got away. They had their reasons for being hunters, most all of them did. They were bound and determined to carry out their mission to catch the wolves roaming around. Rumor was that Mystic Falls was filled with supernatural creatures that needed to be put down. It was time for them to get to work.“Wait? Did you hear that?” The hunter that spoke had fiery red hair and freckles that went across bridge of his nose. He was the more experienced one than his partner. He tried to listen as what sounded like a freight train was heading right for him. Before the other man could say anything, this huge russet wolf jumped out of a hiding place. His teeth immediately found the man’s jugular vein with his bite and wouldn’t let go.Blood was everywhere. There were gurgling sounds as the man's breathing became mixed with the precious liquid required to keep the body alive and the heart pumping. This all happened within what seemed like a matter of minutes. Time slowed down to the other hunter when in fact it hadn’t.With trembling hands, the other hunter tried to aim his gun at the wolf attacking his buddy. He couldn’t get a clear shot. He pulled the trigger. The sound of gunfire filled the woods followed by the yelp of a wolf.~*~The pain was intense. The russet wolf had his lower jaw covered in the crimson smear of the blood of the hunter he attacked. The pain emanated from his left hind quarter. It was overwhelming him so much he couldn’t focus. He kept staggering forward.He couldn’t focus enough to change back into his human form. His own blood was matting the fur on his left side. His lack of the ability to focus saw a human form and was unable to discern who it was. The wounded animal in him took over growling and walking slowly toward the human. She was talking to him.Did she just call him Uncle? A tongue snaked out of his wolf jaws to moisten his lips. Once his jaw closed once again, the wolf curled his lips and emitted a low growl. She spoke to him again. He rose his head and tilted it slightly to the left.In a moment of apparent clarity, he realized he was at Whickery Bridge. That had to be Rae. He lowered his head and ceased growling. He took a few steps forward before collapsing at her feet. The open wound on his left side would be seen perfectly when he collapsed. There was a silver bullet in his leg. If Rae didn’t get it out soon, Tyler Lockwood was going to die…again.  Tyler Lockwood/Cerberus credit: james kriet

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07/03/2020 02:53 PM 

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𝙄'𝙢 𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙞- 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙞-𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖. 𝘿𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙙. ( 𝙄'𝙢 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙩𝙝, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩 5-6 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨. )𝙄'𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚, 𝙙𝙪𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙣. 𝙄 𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧.𝙉𝙤 𝙂𝙤𝙙-𝙢𝙤𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙤𝙧 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙮-𝙎𝙪𝙚/𝙂𝙖𝙧𝙮-𝙎𝙩𝙪-𝙞𝙣𝙜.𝙄 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩 𝙖 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙨, 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙅𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙚 𝘽𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙧 𝙏𝙤𝙢 𝙃𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞'𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙘𝙪𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙣-𝙛𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙣. )𝙉𝙤 𝙛𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙮 𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚/𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 𝙍𝙋𝙨. 𝙎𝙪𝙧𝙚, 𝙬𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙜𝙤 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙮 𝙍𝙋, 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚. 𝙈𝙮 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙖𝙮, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙞𝙩. 𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙚, 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙨. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙝, 𝙢𝙮 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙊𝙉𝙇𝙔 𝙜𝙖𝙮, 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝘽𝙞, 𝙣𝙤𝙧 𝙋𝙖𝙣, 𝙣𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙. 𝙂𝙖𝙮. 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙞𝙩.𝙄'𝙢 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙊𝙍 𝙖𝙜𝙚-𝙜𝙖𝙥 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙛𝙛, 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙪𝙥 𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙩.𝙈𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙪𝙥 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚, 𝙄'𝙢 𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙢. ( 𝙈𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙨, 𝙎𝙩𝙚𝙥 𝙐𝙥, 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙡, 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙀𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙚, 𝙚.𝙜)𝙄 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩 ( 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙞𝙧𝙡 ), 𝙖𝙨𝙠 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙩 ( 𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙩, 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙩, 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩 )𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙚, 𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧.𝙈𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚, 𝙄'𝙢 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝. 𝙋𝙤𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙧 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙮𝙨 𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙔 𝙈𝙐𝘾𝙃 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙙 ( 𝙏𝙤𝙢 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙮, 𝙍𝙮𝙖𝙣 𝙍𝙚𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙨, 𝙅𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙚 𝘽𝙚𝙡𝙡, 𝘽𝙚𝙣 𝘼𝙛𝙛𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙠, 𝙚.𝙜 ) 𝙒𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙄 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙙𝙤 𝙊𝘾 𝙭 𝙊𝘾, 𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙏𝙮𝙡𝙚𝙧 ( 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 ) 𝙄 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩 𝙊𝘾𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙊𝘾 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙢!𝙒𝙄𝙋

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Pistol

07/03/2020 01:23 PM 

You're so fine.

Hey Mickey, Hey Mickey.You're so fine.A girl so sweet and pure.For if anyone hurts you,they will become my new project.

TheWhoreMonger

07/02/2020 11:35 PM 

Deva's pretty little birds.

Deva fretted and paced back and forth as she waited behind the bar; she was getting in some fresh stock this evening, and she was tired of waiting for the truck to show up. "Where are they?" She snapped at one of her security detail and gave him a look that said; don't piss me off right now. "Deva, the product is being shipped here from the boat, and their E.T.A. is estimated to be about ten more minutes. The truck has run into a bit of a snag...traffic; they can do nothing about that fact." Deva walked toward her second in command to stare him right in the eyes. "I will be in the bar; I need a goddamn drink. You contact me as soon as they arrive, ya hear?" Her southern drawl was more amplified when she agitated or angry. They could measure her agitation when she walked back toward the bar, stiff and brisk movements that showed in the grim expression she wore on her features. Once at the bar, she shoved the one bartender out of the way to make her own drink. Walking back and forth, she grabbed each bottle of alcohol and slammed them onto the countertop until she had everything she needed.  Then, she went about mixing her favorite alcoholic beverage and left the bottles behind so that one of the other girls could clean it up. Deva now had a gimlet in hand as she moved to sit at one table, just trying to relax by sitting down and enjoying a few libations to take the edge off. Turning her attention toward the bar once more, Deva flicked her finger at one of the girls to come over to her, and the girl had better understand what Deva meant when she did it. The girl became frantic, and it showed in her panicked reactions as she ran behind the bar quickly and then ran over to Deva with a well-oiled, decorative wooden box to place it on the table before her with an exaggerated flourish. As soon as Deva gathered the box from her, she waved her off with an annoyed flick of her hand. Then, Deva took the box in reverently in hand and carefully opened it to examine the contents inside.Once this beautiful piece of artwork was finally opened, Deva pulled out a weed bag, some rolling papers, and a grinder. Methodically, she placed the pot into the mill to grind the herb for better use, and once it was ground down, she then took some of it out of the metal apparatus and lined in the middle of a minor piece of rolling paper. Slowly, she wrapped it up and then licked the edge to seal the joint. Rummaging around the box a bit, she grabbed a lighter from the box to spark it up. Deva didn't give a sh*t that the bar was packed when she lit up and continued to go about not caring that people were milling around, dancing, throwing money at the girls doing lap dances, or loud music playing and reverberating around the room of the club. Now, in her own little world, she leaned back and took a heavy inhale of some of the most delicate buds in California and held it in her lungs for a few long moments.  Deva then let the smoke expel from her lungs as she blew it out.  The T.H.C. in the herb hit rather quickly, and it helped her relax her body and mind; this Sativa was fantastic. As she sat there, both smoking and drinking, her head of security came over to whisper in her ear. That's when she shouted, "it's about damn time!" Once she got the information that the stock had arrived, Deva slid from the booth and went to stand up to follow him out. Before she left, Deva flicked her finger toward the girl behind the bar who ran over to grab the box and it's contents to put it back behind the bar for Deva to use later. For the girl's efforts, Deva gave her a charming smile that did not reach her eyes, and that's when Deva sauntered back toward the back of the club with her security detail trailing behind her like a lost puppy. Deva sat down in a plush chair and put her gimlet down as she finished the last of her joint and stubbed it out. Then, with a nod of her head, the men left the back room, and then a few moments later, a trail of beautiful women streamed into the room before Deva. The men forcibly moved the women to stand in a row in front of her so that she may consider each of them. Each woman was dirty and wearing unflattering potato sack dresses. After a moment, the head of her security detail came in to hand her a large stack of passports to which she placed them into an expensive purse that laid on the floor next to her chair. Deva watched each woman as they shuffled about, crying and their faces frantic at the fate that laid before them. She then stood up to walk closer to each woman. One by one, Deva would grab their chin and look over their features, feeling the texture of their hair, and then she nodded her head at one of the three older women that helped Deva keep her girls in check. This older woman then shooed out the men and then, in Ukrainian, instructed each girl to take off their dresses. Each girl's frantic fear began to amp up, and that's when Deva screamed at them to shut up and do as they were told. The older woman then forcibly helped the girls take off their gowns. Now, each girl was standing there in a pair of drab bras and panties, and most of them held one arm across their chests and a hand over their crotch. Three of them stared defiantly at the two women examining them, and that gave Deva a wicked thrill. Oh, how much fun it would be to break their spirits. One by one, she examined them and then called over the older woman to give instructions. Stepping back to admire her product, the older woman organized them each into three groups. "Magda, take group one upstairs to the greeting rooms, get them cleaned up and prepped for orientation," before they left, though, Deva spoke up once more. "Tell them I own their passports now. If they are agreeable girls and do as they are told to do that, they will get their passports back in five years with a stipend that will help aid them in their journey into their unfamiliar world; and with freshly minted, visa's that will help them stay. I need them prepped for the side business and for Milo to organize working visa's for them in the interim," with that...she waved the older woman off. A few moments later, the other two women entered the room and walked up to stand a few paces behind Deva as she surveyed the other prospects."Margit, I need you to get group two down to the stables. They need to be branded, cleaned up, and immediately prepared for work. Get doctor Horowitz down here to give them a full physical so that they may be ready for the Hell's Angels party tomorrow evening." With that, she shooed Margit and the second group of girls off to their fate. Then, Deva stood before the last group of women, clucking her tongue a few times as she regarded them with a semi disgusted look on her features. "Valencia... this disappointing lot is to get ready to be servers in the bar, cleaners, bar support, and whatever other menial tasks you can find them. Take them to be branded and then cleaned up and put to work at once. The bar is in full swing, but by the end of the night, it will have to be cleaned from the walls to the floors," she stated as regarded all the new prospects.They seemed dirty like the other girls and malnourished too after their long journey from Ukraine to California. They all had been supplicated with the idea that they would come to America as mail-order brides and get visas and such to start lovely new lives as American citizens. None of them realized what their real fates were to be. Deva sighed very slowly, as if she were being put upon and as if she were distraught over that fact. "Feed them too, I don't need any of them passing out while they are cleaning," then she looked over to a lone girl and sighed as she eyed her up and down. Walking closer, she noted how she was younger than the others and held a defiant air about her. She was pretty in a strange way and had the most brilliant green eyes. Deva canted her head and then turned to the older woman.  As Deva walked closer to the girl, she screamed in her face, spat at her, and then went to claw out her eyes. The girl's actions suddenly gave Deva a dark thrill as she grabbed hold of her and then slapped her hard enough across the face to leave a red handprint. Turning, she then motioned toward one of the elder ladies to let in one of her security detail. Taking the girl up by her arms, Deva thrust her hard toward the taller man, and instead of being caught in his arms, he let her fall to the ground before him with a shocking sound. "Take this little bitch and do whatever you want with her…take her to be cleaned up and branded and use whatever means necessary to make her both quiet and pliable. The man gave Deva a look as if he were afraid of her, then took out his cattle prod and began to prod the girl more than ten times in both of her legs and stomach, which turned her very pliable and caused her to start crying. That last fact left a very sadistic smirk on Deva's features as she got what she wanted from the girl. The man then forcible picked her up by the arm and hauled her up the stairs to join the other girls from group three."When you are finished with this one? Take her to my quarters. This pretty bird needs a bit of T.L.C.," than with those last words; Deva sauntered over to her chair to grab her bag and her gimlet before she headed out of the room and through the bar to a hidden staircase that would take her upstairs to her apartment. Once upstairs, Deva put her things down and undressed as she headed to her very opulent bathroom. Deva went about shucking off her clothing, which she left in a trail from the front door to the bathroom. Once inside the bathroom, she turned on the tub and adjusted the water to a comfortable temperature before closing the drain off and filling the tub with vetivert and orange-scented bath bubbles and salts with a little olive oil to help keep her skin silky soft and smooth. That was when she grabbed her robe and slipped it on with a soft and happy purr at the feel of its softness on her lush skin. Once in her gown, she padded into her kitchen, where she poured herself a new gimlet that she mixed up and then went to the fridge to grab some cherries, which Deva put in a bowl after she cleaned them off.With treats in hand, Deva sighed as she padded back toward her bathroom, which was being filled with the intoxicating aroma and humid air as the water filled the tub to the top, which she then shut off. Placing her goodies on a table next to her clawfoot tub, she went about the bathroom to light all of her scented candles and then went to turn off the bathroom light. Now, it was perfect. As she sat down in the tub, Deva grabbed some hairpins so that she could pin-up her lengthy hair, slowly she leaned back, and smiled as she was covered in vetiver and orange-scented bubbles. Today was a good haul, and she knew that this new group would bring her lots of new profits and associations that she could exploit to make even more money. Lifting her dainty hand, she reached into the bowl of cherries, plucked an excellent one, and popped it into her mouth. Chewing thoughtfully, Deva moaned softly as the cherry's flavor burst forth over her tongue, leaving her with a beaming smile as she relaxed and let the day's activities melt from her coiled muscles and sore frame.

тнε υηιcσяη

07/02/2020 11:13 PM 

Resurgence

Resurgence   The Unicorn /1630438 The young blonde witch was not moving. He had come with a purpose. His serious blue eyes focused on the young looking man in front of him. Technically his big brother Malachai was almost two decades older than he was, but thanks to the Prison World, the two living sons of Joshua Parker were biologically the same age. “Malachai! Stop! I’ll merge with you!” Luke Parker hoped that his voice wasn’t shivering as much as his body was.His big brother that had killed 4 of their siblings back when Luke was too young to remember. All he could recall was taking Liv's hand and running somewhere with their big sister Josette. He also remembered a lot of crying. They were being chased by a monster. Looking into Kai’s eyes was like looking into the face of pure evil. This was the monster of his childhood. Soon a shiver raced down his spine, but he stood steadfast. He was going to protect his sisters no matter the cost.Luke Parker was a gifted witch ever since he could remember. His talent developed right along that of his twin. Olivia was everything to him. She was his best friend for all his life. He’d heard stories from the older members of the Coven that he never liked being in a basinet alone. He’d cry until he was put into a full sized crib with his twin sister. These two were destined by Coven law to undergo the merge for leadership of the Coven. No one ever foresaw the return of the family embrassment.Kai's plot against his twin was something he’d plotted for all this time. Looking at his little brother, a sneer curled his lip. “You really want to die don’t you little bro?”. He took those steps toward his brother to meet the challenge.Inside Luke was trembling like a child. The Monster of his childhood was right in front of him. He could just walk away, but he didn’t. Liv and Jo needed him. Their entire Coven needed him. He took the hands of his brother and started chanting.The power surged between the two of them. Luke’s magic was strong. He could feel himself winning against Kai. It was working!. There was an underlying current that was building. Slowly he could feel his magical energy begin to fade. He tried to compensate, but all it did was seem to fail him. That was when he realized that Kai was cheating. Kai was siphoning Luke and using it against him. His battle was being lost. His soul left his body and merged into that of his brother the murderous evil psychopath. Luke Parker was gone.~*~It was worse than any nightmare. He was dead, but yet his soul couldn’t cross over. Luke was stuck looking through the eyes of a maniac. Dwelling inside his brother was worse than any hell he could have imagined. His heart was breaking at all the evil his brother was implementing. Every once in a while he could exert some influence over Kai. Kai had even mentioned crying and not knowing what was happening.Since they were merged, Kai was technically no longer a siphon. The magic he was using was Luke’s all because they were merged. All this destruction and chaos was happening because Kai had his own magic. Luke felt like a failure being trapped in the vast darkness of a beast.When he saw Kai fighting Olivia, he used every bit of strength he could muster. The hopelessness faded when he had won this temporary victory. Kai couldn’t raise his hand to Olivia. He was different from his brother. Luke loved and adored his twin sister. He wouldn’t ever let any harm come to her no matter if he was living or dead. All the strength he had exerted in this battle inside of Kai had caused him to go dormant for a while. Looking through Kai’s eyes had ceased for a season. While Kai was still using Luke’s magic, Luke slept.Luke’s essence inside of Kai opened up again, but it was too late. He couldn’t stop Kai from stabbing Jo through the back. He could see her essence leave her body as she collapsed to the ground.He was screaming loudly inside of Kai’s body knowing no one could hear him. He could feel the jagged glass in Kai’s hand. He knew what was coming next. Kai intended to kill himself taking the rest of the Gemini Coven with him. All Luke could do was sit back and wait for the end. ~*~His eyes opened again. Luke could not feel Kai anywhere. He looked around confused by where he was. He pushed himself up slowly to a standing position. He was in the middle of a lush green meadow with a gentle breeze. It was absolutely beautiful here. It was like a dream come true. It was certainly better than where he had been.“Lucas.” It was a female voice he heard. He cast a sweeping glance at where he was. “You are free Lucas. The noble act of your sacrifice to protect your sisters has not gone unnoticed. Being bound to a monster was an egregious error that I am here to rectify this error.”Luke saw nothing but the purity of nature around him. He could see his own appendages again instead of looking at the world through Kai’s eyes. This made him grow more excited. “Who are you? Where are you?”A gentle laughter that sounded like a babbling brook met his inquiry. “Lucas, I am what you see around you. For centuries past and time untold, my guardians have been protecting me and following my direction. You knew me the day you hid from your evil brother as he sought to kill you. I was there when you were a teenager trying to find yourself. And I watched as you tried to save your sisters.”He knew who she was. Every witch knew the spirit of nature that they had served for years. “Gaia.” He spoke softly.“Correct!” She answered. “Now go and fulfill your destiny, my son. Walk upon the earth again. Your nieces live and they need you. The world needs you.”The lights faded around him until he found himself in the outskirts of Mystic Falls itself. He rose his right hand to do a simple locator spell to find blood of his blood. Just ahead was the gate to the Salvatore Boarding School. The next chapter of his life was about to begin.  "Relax. I'm gay and your brother, so technically you're the least attractive person in the world to me." credit: james kriet

Elizabeth Miller

07/02/2020 10:44 PM 

Elizabeth Miller

The names Elizabeth Miller I take part in The Last of Us series. I'm a side character created for a reason so read my bio on her. Now to get to the point I do crossovers as well including The Walking Dead and Resident Evil so feel free to add me. 

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07/02/2020 10:36 PM 

family. for blush response.

  “… You’re Markus.”Markus looked over towards the doorway and noticed a little girl standing there with an expression that resembled hope. He knew who she was. She was the one who traveled with Kara. He turned around and moved over to where she stood and knelt so he could be eye-level with her. “And you’re Alice.” A light smile graced his lips when she seemed embarrassed that he knew her name. He wasn’t sure why, but he supposed it was because she never assumed the leader of the rebellion would know she is. Believe it or not, he knew everyone who was in Jericho.Alice tucked some of her hair behind her ear. “How do you know my name?”He wanted to chuckle. “I know everyone in Jericho. It helps that I met with your caretaker Kara when you first got here.” All three of them, Luther, Kara, and Alice, joined Jericho at least a few weeks ago. He never had the chance to formally meet Alice until now, though he never expected a child to get mixed in all of this. He recalled the child android he saw when he first approached Jericho where all hope was lost. The child had been discarded when his parents didn’t want him anymore.… Android or not, a child should not be living on the streets like that. Markus was appalled humans could show such a lack of compassion for a child they wanted, but he supposed there was nothing he could do about it at the moment. When they gained their freedom, hopefully he’d be able to set up the new rules when it came to android children. If humans wanted children, but could not have them, then he wanted to ensure nothing like that could happen again. He didn’t even have time to mention the android children who get abused in their homes.She exhaled a soft giggle. “Oh, I’m glad you got to meet Kara. She’s great. She’s…” She trailed off while holding her hands together, which caused Markus’ face to shift. There was great pain in her expression, as if she were remembering things she shouldn’t. Markus supposed everyone has a story, including this little girl who probably seen more than enough traumatic experiences in her time. He hates that she faced such trials.Footsteps distracted them both. “There you are Alice,” Kara looked at Markus, “You don’t need to bother the leader of Jericho. Come on.” She grabbed Alice’s hand and lightly tugged her along, though Markus simply stood up to stop her.“She’s not bothering me. You can come to me any time you want.”This made the girl smile again, but Kara still pulled her away.“Bye Markus!” --  It was cold in Detroit, but not enough to stop Alice from going to the rooftop with Markus that morning. She wanted to learn to play the piano and Markus was willing to teach her, though he asked Kara first before doing anything. Kara seemed pretty hesitant, but when she saw the puppy dog pout Alice gave her, she eventually gave in. This made Markus smile, especially to let her mind remain at ease. She was safe in Markus’ hands. He hoped she would know that.“Here, just—” Markus was interrupted by the sound of a key being tapped a little too hard, which made him grimace a little. “Don’t tap it too hard otherwise you won’t have the appropriate melody. Here, follow my lead.”Markus allowed his fingers to flow across the keys expertly, though that only seemed to confuse Alice a little more. She released a light sigh of frustration and nearly slammed her face on the piano until Markus chose to stop her from doing so. A light smile appeared on his face as her grabbed one of her hands to press the keys gently as he did them. “Just close your eyes and allow it to come to you. Learning to play can be difficult, but I know you can do it.”He watched her a little while longer and enjoyed the taps she made, though most of them sounded off-key. It didn’t take too long for her to understand the melody, but she was still having trouble. They decided to take a break and watch the snow falling to the ground from the chairs that were situated up there. He enjoyed being out here on his own, but he didn’t mind the company.It was a comfortable silence until Alice ended up breaking it. “… So, I can tell you look at Kara a lot…”Markus immediately felt uncomfortable with where this was going. “But it’s okay, cause she does the same to you too.”This caused Markus to pause briefly before he turned to look at the girl who sat beside him. “I’ve never seen anyone look like that. I’ve only read about them in books.”He chuckled softly and stood up. “Come on. It’s time to return you to Kara.” -- Their lessons have carried on for a long time. Slowly and steadily, Alice was finally understanding how to play the piano better than she had been when they first began. Markus was proud of her to say the least. He knew she had been aware of how he looked at Kara, but he didn’t realize how obvious he was being. It didn’t take him long to make a move on her, one night when she was trying to leave the ship with Alice because she thought it was too dangerous. He didn’t blame her, yet it broke his heart that she would do that without telling him first.If she was serious, then Markus would have given her the name of his contacts to help lead them somewhere safe. He supposed he couldn’t help himself at that point. He had to let her know how he felt, lest he go insane from it.“What are your intentions with Kara, Markus?”Markus looked towards Alice who sat in the piano chair. She was looking back towards him with a curious expression, though he was caught off guard by her straight forwardness. If Markus wanted to admit it, he’d probably tell her that he felt embarrassed to even answer that question, but he knew how she was. She was too curious for her own good and wouldn’t drop a subject if she felt passionate about it. Kara was her mom, so it wasn’t hard to see where she was coming from. Even so, Markus didn’t know how to answer. A part of him didn’t want to simply because she was quite young. Was it any of her business?He awkwardly looked away, “I care for her. If that’s what you mean.”Alice stood up and made her way over to him, standing in front of him, “No. What are your intentions? Are you going to marry her?”Markus grew confused for a moment. “Marry her? Alice—”A light smile appeared on her face when she couldn’t keep up the joke anymore. “I’m just kidding. I know you care about her, but don’t you dare hurt her!”“I have no intention of hurting her, Alice.”She giggled and wrapped him in a hug, which he returned easily. He was thankful that he had Kara and Alice in his life, otherwise he wasn’t sure how much of this burden he could carry. Kara would come see him when he had moments of silence and he would spend his time teaching Alice how to play the piano. Both of these occurrences kept him sane through all of this.And he never wanted it to change. 

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07/02/2020 10:08 PM 

Owes and Dues List (7,2.20) UPDATED.

Owes and Dues List (7.2.2020.) UPDATED.***IF WE HAVE NOT STARTED SOME KIND OF DISCUSSION, AND YOU WOULD LIKE TO; PLEASE FEEL FREE TO SEND ME A MESSAGE AND LET ME KNOW THAT YOU’RE INTERESTED.***I HAVE AN STORYLINE GROUP THAT I KEEP ALL MY REPLIES IN, IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO ADD YOURSELF TO IT; PLEASE ALSO FEEL FREE TO DO SO, THE LINK IS BELOW. ALL ARE WELCOME.***CROSSOVERS ARE HIGHLY ENCOURAGED. (:Click here for my SL Group. (: Who I owe:Davina. (Damned Mirrors.) (7.2.20.) I owe you a reply. (BL Member.) A C T I V E.Hope. (Scarlet Witch.) (6.25.20.) I owe you a reply. A C T I V E.Kai. (Siphoned Psycho.) (6.22.20.) I owe you a reply. (BL Member.) A C T I V E.Who owes me: (Most recent replies are at the top of my list.)Damon. (Blood Drunk.) (7.1.20.) Starter Sent. (BL Member.) A C T I V E.Niklaus. (Rembrandt.) (6.9.20.) You owe me a reply. (BL Member.) A C T I V E.Freya. (Stoic.) (6.7.20.) You owe me a reply. (BL Member.) A C T I V E.Leyla. (Truth Bomb.) (6.7.20.) You owe me a reply. A C T I V E.Madeleana. (Imperfect.) (6.5.20.) You owe me a reply. (BL Member.) A C T I V E.Camille. (Apuleius.) (5.28.20.) You owe me a reply. A C T I V E.Josie. (Resilient.) (5.25.20.) You owe me a reply. (BL Member.) A C T I V E.Kate. (Freckles.) (5.23.20.) You owe me a reply. A C T I V E.Jack. (Baby Wings.) (5.18.20.) You owe me a reply. (BL Member.) A C T I V E.Misha. (Misplaced Actor.) (5.3.20.) You owe me a reply. A C T I V E.Landon. (Legacies.) (4.15.20.) You owe me a reply. A C T I V E.Enzo. (Ardent.) (3.28.20.) You owe me a reply. (BL Member.) A C T I V E.Josie. (Unconditional.) (3.26.20.) You owe me a reply. A C T I V E.Camille. (Hey Bartender.) (3.19.20.) You owe me a reply. (BL Member.) A C T I V E.Rebekah. (bell cruaute.) (3.15.20.) You owe me a reply. ON HOLD.Hope. (HOPE.) (3.2.20.) You owe me a reply. A C T I V E.Kol. (Mirror Hog.) (2.19.20.) You owe me a reply. ON HOLD.Stefan. (Holy War.) (2.16.20.) You owe me a reply. ON HOLD.Stefan. (Hero Hair.) (12.26.19.) You owe me a reply. ON HOLD.Bonnie. (Hex Girl.) (12.16.19.) You owe me a reply. (BL Member.) A C T I V E.UPDATE: I HAVE CLEANED OUT MY STORYLINE GROUP AND REMOVED A LOT OF PEOPLE THAT I HAVEN’T BEEN WRITING WITH. IF YOU VIEW MY GROUP AND NOTICE THAT YOU CANNOT AND STILL WANT TO WRITE WITH ME, PLEASE MESSAGE ME AND LET ME KNOW SO WE CAN GET SOMETHING GOING SO I CAN ADD YOU BACK AND CAN GET SOMETHING GOING. I REMOVED PEOPLE BECAUSE THERE WERE A LOT OF THREADS THAT HAVEN’T BEEN ACTIVE SINCE OCTOBER/NOVEMBER OF LAST YEAR. I WANT TO WRITE WITH AS MANY PEOPLE AS POSSIBLE AND I WANT MY STORYLINES TO BE ACTIVE. SORRY FOR THE INCONVIENCE OR IF IT UPSETS SOME PEOPLE BECAUSE I’M SURE IT’S GOING TO. ANY ISSUES THAT YOU SEE WITH THAT ARE MORE THAN WELCOME TO BE SET TO ME IN MESSAGES. I WOULD GREATLY APPRECIATE IT.Happy Writing!-Hayley.♥

Sarah

07/02/2020 09:19 PM 

Sentence Starters

❝Why do you have to be so stubborn?❞  ❝I know you better than you know yourself.❞ ❝You don’t have to be so rude.❞ ❝You’re so dynamic, that’s what I love about you.❞ ❝You need to learn to put yourself first.❞ ❝F*** love.❞ ❝Well that was brutally honest.❞ ❝Perfectionism only ends in disappointment.❞ ❝I have to be perfect.❞ ❝You don’t have to act so tough.❞ ❝Why do you pretend not to care?❞ ❝Don’t you believe in me?❞ ❝I don’t think you’re as apathetic as you think you are.❞ ❝I love your zest for life.❞ ❝You’re really brave.❞ "That took a lot of courage. Thanks.❞ ❝Life really isn’t as great as you make it out to be.❞ ❝Life really isn’t as bad as you make it out to be.❞ ❝I don’t understand you.❞ ❝You don’t understand me.❞ ❝I know you’re only mean because people were mean to you but is this really what you want?❞ ❝Your smile is contagious.❞ ❝Why are you so self-critical?❞ ❝Thanks for trusting me.❞ ❝Of course I trust you.❞  “ I know I’m not the best, but… ” “ Why can’t you just give me a chance? ” “ I’m nowhere near as good as them, but if you could let me try? ” “ Why does everyone leave me. ” “ I feel so… you know? ” “ Sometimes it feels like my world is falling apart. ” “ I feel so unlovable. ” “ What’s it like being loved? ” “ Are you trying to tell me to believe you? It’s not that easy. ” “ I don’t think you understand what it feels like, hating yourself. ”  "At this rate I’ll just ignore everyone and everything. ” “ But you know what? F*** you, that’s what. ” “ It’s not like I care, you know. ” “ Why do you always do this? ” “ What gives you the right to do this to me? ” “ Is this all I’m good for? ” “ Your lips says one thing, your eyes says something else. ” “ You dare come here and — demand such a thing? ” “ You’re not good enough for me, face it. ” “ I’m not good enough for you, I get that. ” “ Am I good enough for you? ” “ What is it about me that makes you hate me so much? ” “ Why can’t you look at me? ” “ It’s not that easy, ( name ). ” “ Well, if you could just be HONEST with me then we wouldn’t be there. ” “ Honesty? Really? Is that what you want? ” “ You won’t even look at me. ” “ I am trying my best here, (name)! ” “That’s a lot of blood…”  “That’s not good…”  "I think that’s more than a little cut.” “You’re looking rather pale.” “You’re bleeding!” “That doesn’t look good…”  "I don’t think that’s suppose to come out.”  “That’s a bit of an interesting angle for that to go at.”  “How do I get it to stop?!”  “How are you still standing?!” “Don’t get up, you’ll make it worse.”  “What happened to you?” “I can’t feel my fingers anymore…”  “Everything hurts.”  “Is everything supposed to go dark?” “Ow, yeah, okay, that’s starting to hurt.”  “It’s just a cut.”  “I’ve had worse.”  “You’re bleeding all over my floor!”  “You better not die on me.”  “They got a lucky shot…”  “Next time don’t call me to come over only to find you in a pool of your own blood!”  “You need to keep pressure on it.”  “Don’t move!”  “That looks nasty.”  “Am I dying?” "I can't believe you would do that to me!"




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