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06/30/2020 12:35 PM 




06/30/2020 12:33 PM 

4th of July Mood Board

"Freedom is nothing but a chance to be better."


06/30/2020 12:27 PM 

Reply to Tora//Balthuman's org-Following

Karen was savvy and wasn’t foolish at all. She recognized the organization would vet her and likewise being tailing her; it was par for the course. It was for that best that she had bolstered security around herself? Karen had chosen it upon herself to set up cameras in her accommodation and had won the move forwards to set up an alarm system in her place as well but she was on a waiting list at this juncture. The spycam on her neck also acquired pieces that her eyes couldn’t and each night when she inspected the footage; she would write down detailed notations.So, over the weeks that Tora had watched her; she had plucked up on that evidence solely by inspecting the Intel she had on her hands. The Bentley was not an auto you could mistake easily; the cam picked it up often parked in territories that Karen would be at all around where she had been during her normal daily routines'; like her job, her Krav Maga classes, Josie’s bar and so on. Karen could hit up a solid, everyday system of their operations just as thoroughly as they had completed with hers with the right examination of the media she had on hand.Karen would comb the footage each night as a default action and as a result; she had picked up on the automobile on many occasions and indeed made out the plate numbers. Something that she researched and kept that knowledge close to her breast. There was solely one guy she confessed it too, and that was, of course, Foggy. Once she reported to him about the plight; she gave Foggy an extensive envelope of Intel and declared for him to bring it to Mahoney ASAP if she went dark at all.Now, here she was leaving the gun range and walking to her car with her sunglasses in place to cover her line of sight. Karen’s muscles became coiled like a cobra; just watching for anybody to attack. As she fled the place, she semi looked around the lot like any typical person would, but she had captured the sight of a familiar car and a few letters of their plate numbers that let her recognize that they were viewing her here also. Though she noticed it, Karen acted as if nothing was wrong or that she was indeed suspicious as she climbed into her automobile, started the engine, and pulled out of her spot.The next place they thought she would head toward was her home, but Karen needed to determine if this car might follow her anywhere? So, it was time to run a few errands. The first break, the espresso shop for some caffeine and foodstuff. So, Karen started her way to the coffeehouse she cherished to go to pluck up a drink of cappuccino before work every day. The place had some excellent sandwiches that she appreciated and the cappuccino was constantly awesome and sweet. It was a likable place to lie low and watch her surroundings.Cautiously, she made her way to the shop in her car, now and again, she would search her rearview mirror to see if that car followed her movements. Whoever it was, they were smart in their actions. Never, once, following too close, not changing lanes when she did and kept a respectable distance, but she always knew the car by the plate number. Karen kept her car ride and movements from being erratic by making sure to never be going to fast or acting in any way that could show that she had caught on to them. Karen did the speed limit but went a few miles over it as everyone else did, she changed lanes when she wanted to get to her turn and then pulled into a lot nearby the shop and parked her car with the front of it facing out. Strolling steadily into the establishment. As she did so, she pretended she was looking at her phone like most people did these days. Now, while she had been both driving and walking, Karen had set up the record function on her phone and was giving a detailed description of what she found at the gun range, her ride to the coffeehouse, and the car’s plate number and description. Now, she just left the recording on, if anything would happen and purposefully took off the key lock so that someone could find easy access to what she had put on her phone if someone tried to take her from there.Now, as she walked inside and found a table; Karen ordered herself a drink and some food while she waited to get served. Karen’s next move was to pretend that she was reading a book she had with her as she kept her peripheral vision on the door to see if anyone would come inside searching for her?

Kristopher James

06/30/2020 12:02 PM 


I oweStarters: Luna 6/30Replies: Owes meStarters:Replies: Katie 6/29, Star 7/1


06/29/2020 09:46 PM 

A Pride FIlled Drabble - Muesday Tuesday

A shiver went up his spine as Harlow painted his tanned skin. The small giggle slipped from her lips at his reaction and he rolled his eyes before tucking a piece of hair behind her ears. “Stop distracting me Cam or This painting will come out really bad and then you will look like a mess.” Cameron could not help but laugh before he leaned in and kissed her softly “I mean that just means you will have to spend more time with me while fixing it.” He turned and looked over in the mirror watching as she painted on his chest and arms. This was his first year being out about being bisexual especially with Harlow. She was more accepting of the fact after all they had been through. He wanted to be honest and open with her. She seemed excited and genuinely happy about it. She even set up this whole parade float for her club to join the PRIDE parade and Cameron was her Mascot.He smiled softly as flash backs blew through his mind of his first encounter with the same sex. It was a few years after his mom had died. It was sort of a rebellion stage Cameron was going through but this one stuck. He had finally settled in his new home, not a forever home but a temp home because that is how the system worked. He decided to wander the streets until he came across the school he would be attending, I mean yeah he was 17 but high school needed to be finished and college classes were starting the next day so his plate would be full. His fingers ran along the cold silver railing as he walked through the school. He came across the football field and decided to climb the bleachers and take a seat to watch what seemed like the school team practicing.Cameron pulled a joint from his pocket and lit up keeping an eye on the men that ran around. Part of him missed sports, especially football but he had no time. Fight club and training schoolwork and working kept his schedule tight. Things were so different now for him, he missed his mom. The practice seemed to have ended and a few of the guys from the teams spotted Cameron in the bleachers. Considering he was openly smoking pot they decided to introduce themselves. But one of the males seemed to have caught his attention. Cameron seemed to have caught his too. They exchanged numbers and the team exchanged hits and they all dispersed before the coach caught them all.Seems like this place was looking up after all, hopefully he finished school before he turned 18 and kicked him out and he became an adult according to the system. His phone vibrated and a number he did not recognize lit up the screen. Damn that was fast. Matthew Harrison, the boy that his brain melt. The boy who made Cameron realize that he enjoyed both sexes. They spent a few days talking until Matt wanted to buy some weed and hang out. Cameron lived with a nicer family now, so he opted to meet up with him at a park. They smoked and laughed and enjoyed each other’s company until Matt made a move on Cameron. His lip meeting Cam’s, Cameron froze for a second in confusion because obviously he had never been in this situation before. “what? Have you never been with a guy before?” Matt spoke before sliding his hand up Cameron’s shirt. He shook his head and watched his hand meet his skin. He became less tense as the warm of Matts hand radiated through his body.Without hesitation Cameron’s lips met his once again finally letting his guard down. Things became different for him. They spent the better part of the night making out until things started to go a little further. Matt had climbed on top of Cameron and moved to position himself between his legs. The make out session came to a halt and Matt moved to better things. Cameron just watched in awe as this became his first sexual encounter with another male. It felt natural, like he had been missing this piece in his life for quite some time. Cameron finished and Matt patted his chest in laughter “trust me we will work on that timing.” Cameron laughed and laid back “yeah, definitely.”School started; College classes overtook his time along with work. Matt had football but they managed to make time for each other. Their relationship escalated further then oral and things heated up. They never made it official but there were feelings that had been caught. Like everything else in Cameron’s life all good things come to a horrible end. Matts parents had caught him smoking pot and shipped him off to Military School. It sucked but it was not really a heartbreak. It took a few days for Cameron to get over, but he worked it out. Literally he picked up extra shifts to occupy his time. “Cam..” a small female voice pulled him from his trance “I’m done!” Cameron rubbed his eyes and looked down to see the masterpiece Harlow had created on his body and he laughed shaking his head “well that, that is a lot of glitter.” She clapped her hand in excitement and pulled him towards the mirror to better examine himself.The outfits were done, and the parade was beginning soon. Cameron wore a pair of snug black shorts and some black vans. His body was painted in many multicolored lips and glitter all over. Harlow walked around in her underwear, yet it made sense because that is how many dressed. He grabbed her hand and headed out the door. The parade was full of love, happiness, and laughter. Cameron had one of the best days of his life during that parade and to be able to experience that with Harlow truly was a bonding experience. Because unlike Matt, His connection with Harlow was one for the history books. 


06/29/2020 09:19 PM 

( 𝟒𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐣𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝, )

"in the truest sense, freedom can not be bestowed; it must be achieved."

Gemini Twin

06/29/2020 08:29 PM 

Owes List

In Talks:AlaricBonnieDamonLizzieI Owe:AlaricBonnieCarolineDamonElenaLizzieJenna Jeremy Katherine (R): 07-03-2020Penelope StefanThey Owe:AlaricBonnieCarolineDamonElenaJenna (R): 07-03-2020Jeremy (R): 07-03-2020LizziePenelope (R): 07-01-2020 Stefan (S)Points: 5 (starter and reply)Updated: 07-03-2020 


06/29/2020 08:20 PM 


Alright so I have never needed rules before now so let's dive in shall we?1: Absolutely under no circumstances  will I allow unnecessary drama on my page. The second you someone contacts me to starts sh*t with me over the smallest of sh*t you are f***ing gone. Bye bye no f***ing second chance. I am done being nice. I have a limit and I don't take that crap. If I get snippy with you than let me calm down and talk me when I am calm I am a reasonable f***ing person. How ever if you send someone else to snap at me over that sh*t you and that person are both gone. 2: The person behind this character has extream anxiety and depression and doesn't need to be risking their mental and physical health. Come talk to me like a grown ass adult and we can work sh*t out.4: LI is not gonna happen with this character any time soon deal with it.This list of rules isn't long right now but if you could please sign with your characters name, a favorite  quote of the character or even a quote in general than we shall be good. It the gif of your favorite character and or actor has to be funny or a funny stupid gif in general.

of seraphims.

06/29/2020 08:11 PM 

( bithiah’s awakening / drabble )

WHOOSH — FREEZE — CRACKLE !  Everything crystallized & broke - because I touched you and felt you here - you stole my breath. Right out from my lungs and filled them with  f i r e  instead. And in doing so -  You touched me too.You're so beautiful. I can barely breathe.Help me.Help ME.HELP ME.PLEASE. She collapses to the ground.  The light - the LIGHT. His KISS. She’s crying out in P A I N - writhing - as the sprouts of ligaments break open from her back. She’s screaming with agony. Hands clawing at her hair as she struggles, tugging desperately.One hand soon drops to brace herself against the cracking, - bones splitting & rearranging in her back making her cry out  even harder. Fingers begin scraping at the hardwood - splinters digging underneath her nails and into her nail beds. It’s nothing but a slight tickle compared to the dire crushing and splicing of bone protruding itself from the mortal skin she’s made of.Her tender cheek is pressed against the wooden surface when her fist slams down / cracks the floor open with the magnitude of its force - body quaking with the weight of her power. Cement is upturned from the bashing, debris flying, cement dust pluming out into the air before her, fissures within the wood as her human clothing dissolves away, soft & pure naked form overtaking as ensemble.Light surges around her as she’s flipped on her back forcefully by the powers that be, floating soon enough, urged by the molten gold of Grace, whimpering as she feels her body being h e a l e d.It’s a wash of molten honey and Exaltation, humming in her ears as the membranes protruding from her shoulderblades elongate & stretch. They’re not large by any means. Just enough to cover her shoulders - that is... until the gestures of feathers begin to pollute her figure. Not quite fully there - soft fluffy feathers beginning to form as she g i g g l e s when her nose is tickled with an errant fluff ball.But soon enough, mature long-stemmed white glimmering feathers unite themselves over the expanse of the new membrane form - she doesn’t have the will to utter what they truly are out loud just yet. It stings as each feather pops out but not like before. They cover her arms, the f e a t h e r s erecting and smoothing over her satin skin, & it’s as if sunlight is EMINATING off each one.Droplets of honey hue shine slip along her collar to wash the blood away, the aches & pains, all well worth it in the long run. She blushes as she feels the radiating PURITY flowing off her in w a v e s, not quite sure what to make of any of it. But she’s righted soon enough, floating straight up so her delicate bare feet can take a step down.She’s seeing everything for the first real time. A flap of the... WINGS.. that have just sprouted from herself brights her soul to light. She paces forward and then leaps, allowing them to f l u t t e r and take her weight just for a moment. A loud squealed laugh sounds and she lands again, twirling with them before falling into step - beautiful ballet signature leaps, bends, twirls, and held moments to signify how elegant she feels.How real it’s always been.Once the excitement fades, she steps forwards toward the window. A dire sense of protection washes over her - this is her duty. It’s always been her duty. To keep people loved. To keep people safe. To get them to understand ; that the Light  they seek is within them & that they’ve been promised it for all eternity, should they decide to look.To see the Love that’s waiting right here for you. With mistakes and disagreements. But with the full encompassing knowing truth of it all - beyond the years of pain & mistrust.The sweet, desperately shy but willing cadence that is just yours. And no one else’s. And connecting that with someone. It’s not lost. That’s what is right. That’s where nothing will go wrong.  At long last, she lives. She holds onto the sill, willing the window to open itself by its own accord. Bursting outwards, air swarms in as it flurries up towards her in gentle waves, another sweet laugh sounding as she says h e l l o to the wind and Earth surrounding her.She looks out towards the S U N.Towards you.And somehow, beyond force of will or compassion, she knows that you’re the one she will  forever have her sights set on.Whoever you may be.  I'm sure you know who you are.  I don't think you know how to handle the weight of it. But at least now I remember who I am.


06/29/2020 05:55 PM 

Dirtbag, Part 2.

Dirtbag, Part 2 Bother.   2010. Have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately? Do you like what you see? “You’re trustworthy, aren’t you Arnold?” The room he sat in, dim and stale, seemed like the setting of a mafia movie. Sixteen and terrified, Arnold sat in a small, wooden chair under the only light in the room, fiddling with his hands, as an older male, Alfonso, hovered over him. Alfonso didn’t look like he belonged here, in this dingy room. Dressed to the nines in a dark, pinstripe suit, black hair slicked back, Al was probably one of the most intimidating men the boy had ever met. He knew not to cross him, so in response, he nodded, too scared to speak. The beast could grow inside of you, in spite of me. That wicked grin formed upon Al’s features, grey eyes boring into Arnold for a moment, before the hand that wielded his sleek black gun, bringing it to his chin. “Good,” He said, watching as Arnold’s breath shuttered, “I’m very happy that you know I could easily blow your brains out on this cold floor and just leave your body for the wild animals. No one out there really cares about you, which is why it’s great to have you on my team. I trust you, so I wanted to show you something.” His gun fell to his side again, Arnold’s muscles finally able to relax, eyebrows arched in curiosity. “Show me...something?” He asked, clearing his throat. Al nodded, bringing a cigarette between his lips, before tossing Arnold the box. “Oh, sir,” He said, shaking his head, “I’m not old enough.” Al scoffed, making a face at the other. “Please,” He said, waiting for Arnold to stand and follow him, “I know you smoke in the van. Do you really think I’m going to turn you in to the police?” Al snorted, guiding the teenager down a long, dark hallway with multiple doors and no windows, even more dim lighting to be seen. Head ducked, Arnold nodded and followed after him. “I have another job for you,” Al said, stopping in front of a door close to the end, “it’s different from what you’re used to, but pays more. Are you in?” Blue eyes widened at the rusted copper doorknob Al had his fingers wrapped around, chest tightening with an anxiety he’d never felt before. Should he agree? Would it be bad for him if he didn’t? He cleared his throat, taking a deep breath. More money. He needed more money. “Yes,” Arnold responded, composing himself, “I’m in. I’m all in.” Al, seemingly reluctant, gazed at him for a moment, expressionless… this scared him, mortified Arnold, mostly because he felt as though he knew that Al was capable of terrible terrible things. Finally, however, the older man’s lips curled up into a grin once more. “Very well,” He said, turning the knob, “step inside.” The room looked so dark. So eerie. He braced himself, stepping forward into the doorway, met immediately with the smell of death. At first, he couldn’t see a thing, not until Al flipped a switch and shed orange light on the horrors inside the room. A few old, riggity beds were lined up along the wall, four at least. Upon three of them were the lifeless corpses of young women, the youngest looking at least 13. He choked at the sight of their faces, skin drained of color, lips purple, eyes wide to the ceiling. One had bruises on her neck, another a slit throat, the youngest one a bullet hole between her eyes. “These are all accidents,” Al said casually, stepping around to lift the hand of the first girl as Arnold looked on, eyes wide with horror, “one tried to escape. One wasn’t pleasing to a client. The little bitch bit one and he shot her.” Al shrugged, Arnold blinking back to reality when the older man turned to him, his words causing an unfamiliar anger to boil in his chest. “So what do you want me to do with them?” He asked through gritted teeth, trying not to show his emotions. Al could read him though. “Arnie, my boy,” He said, moving over to place his hands on the boy’s shoulders, gripping him tightly, “these women were disposable. Just like all of my women. I’ll simply replace them with others that I find. You don’t have to feel anything for them. They are at peace from this terrible world.” He couldn’t believe the man’s words, straight from a monster's mouth… but he knew reacting now would just get him on the fourth bed. He was only sixteen. He wasn’t ready to die. “So what do you want me to do with them?” He asked again, words firmer, eyes watering over slightly. His nostrils were flaring, anger consuming him. “I want you to dispose of them.” Al continued, nodding to the girls on the bed, “got a little deal with the mortician down out of the city. He lets me use the furnace in exchange for a generous amount of money. A generous amount you’ll be seeing after you drop them off to be incinerated.” Arnold’s lip trembled slightly, eyes moving from Al’s evil f***ing face to the women on the bed, then back. A generous amount of money. For what? Disposing of these women? Whose families were probably in shambles looking for them, begging for them to come home, and now he was just going to erase them? Like they never existed? He thought about the Ajuwa’s. The family that had so graciously took him in. How he’d be putting them in severe danger if he refused. He couldn’t do that to them. Blinking back tears, he nodded his head and cleared his throat, extending his hand to Al, who took it immediately. “You got yourself a deal,” He said, taking a deep breath, “I’ll run them to the mortician. Drop them off. That’s it, right?” Al nodded, giving Arnold a grin that he thought maggots would crawl out of. “That’s it.” He repeated, letting go of the younger boy’s hand. Their faces, like ghouls, trauma from their deaths painted in their expressions. I’ll be erasing them. Like they never existed.   I'll be the bad guy now, though I ain't too proud.


06/29/2020 05:54 PM 

Let It Go.

Let it go. Let it go. Let it go. Just let it go. 2009. Blood pooled at the drain of his shower, swirling in a little crimson twister, disappearing into nothing. His back pressed against the wet wall, hair stuck to his skin as the open wound trickled into bright red veins down his arms. From his lips a cigarette loosely dangled, the embers had gone out a long time ago from the water. His head lolled slightly to the side, in his lap a bloody razor, responsible for the life draining from his being. He didn’t want this. He never did, but it was impossible not to want to slip away at any given chance. You’re not meant to die. At least not right now. You have so much left to do. Arnold’s blue eyes fluttered closed, wanting to push back the voices in his head telling him to get the f*** up. Urging him to move. To continue living. Please… get up. Was it more powerful than the memory of all the sh*t people constantly said to him? Fat boy. Ugly. Put the f***ing fork down, piggy. Words that stuck. Words that left an incredible ache in his chest, purged his will to live… despite that, despite his skin paling as he bled out in the shower, he reached for his lighter and lit it… pressing the flame to his open wound to close it up…. Modern day, midnight. The scarred wrist hovered, cigarette placed between his lips, smoke billowing from them. He could see them, the bunny f***ers in the distance, laughing behind their creepy mask as they antagonized a young girl. A shadow in the darkness, they couldn’t see him. Not at first at least. Stomping out the cigarette beneath his boot, he slid a familiar mask over his face, one he’d stolen from some poor f***er who’d been unfortunate enough to have his neck snapped with ease in a Valkery alleyway a few nights ago. Once the bunny was in place, Arnold made his way across the street to join the three minions. “Lucy needs us.” He muttered from behind the mask, hands carefully placed in his pockets. Once they were distracted, he watched the girl scurry off, seemingly grateful that he’d shown up. The three other men peered at him from behind their mask, before looking between one another… finally shrugging and walking toward him. They weren’t exactly the brightest people, the diabolical sh*t was left up to their leader. They were just there for the numbers. Checkmate. Arnold turned his back on the three idiots whose fates were sealed once they started following him, leading them into the abyss of the dark, Valkery roads on this exceptionally warm night. His feet hit the partially wet ground, fingers wrapping around cold metal in his pocket as they escaped the dim lights of the streetlamps. “What does the bossman want?” One of the minions asked, causing Arnold to stop in his tracks, back still facing them. His eyes flickered down to the scar on his wrist, one that once spilled so much of his blood. One that had almost claimed his life. A chuckle left his lips as he raised the bunny mask off his face, dropping it to the ground, causing the others much confusion, he was sure. “You know what,” He said, “I don’t recall. Maybe it was something along the lines of asking me to make sure you didn’t scream.” He turned around, not giving them nearly enough time to react as one hand pulled a familiar blade from his pocket, one he’d stolen after the little fear factor night, lunging it into the first minions temple, blood spraying like a sprinkler on a summer day when he yanked it out. The two other men watched in horror as their friend fell lifeless to the ground, but before they could draw their guns, Arnold acted quicker. One hand shot up, gripping one of the minions raised wrist, snapped it back, the sound of bones breaking filling the void, but before he could scream, Arnold stuck the blade into his throat rapidly, bloody splattering across his features, causing the man to choke instead. He quickly removed the blade, letting the second bunny man cripple to the ground in a pool of his flesh and bones as the third lunged at him, but he too was unfortunate. Arnold’s hand caught the man’s hair, knee meeting his gut, then his chin, before lunging the blade into the back of his skull and throwing him to the pavement. His boot smashed into his head, just to make sure, eyes wandering to the second one again, who was choking on his own blood. “It’s crazy, right?” Arnold asked, pulling another cigarette from his pocket, bringing it to his lips and lighting the end, “what death feels like as it creeps up on you? I know what that’s like. Unfortunately for you, you won’t escape it like I did.” Kneeling down to hover over the dying man, he pulled away his mask, revealing the face of a man who couldn’t be any older than he was. “In life you get to choose a path,” Arnold said, blowing smoke out toward the other’s face, “seems like you chose the wrong one.” Once the smoke left his lungs, he pressed the blade to the man’s throat, pushing down and sliding it along his flesh slowly, blood pooling at the sharp edge. Once the minion’s struggling stopped, eyes still wide to the sky as his life slipped away, Arnold stood. “That was for Sora.” He said, finger trailing the ‘P.M’ initials etched into the blade handle. I’ll be the bad guy now… though I ain’t too proud.


06/29/2020 05:52 PM 


Mean. I'm no good at goodbyes.   Don’t nobody tell me that god don’t have a sense of humor, ‘cause now that I want to live well everybody around me is dying.What was the point?Back to square one, that’s where he’d landed on his ass. Swimming in the deep end with broken limbs, barely able to keep his head above water without it filling his lungs. It felt pointless sometimes, like he should just let his body sink beneath the current and carry him under, maybe then he’d feel lighter. Right now, though, life was a burden, and it terrified him. To no ends. He was worried, in the beginning, that he’d been using Anna as some sort of magnet, gravitating him to this source of light that helped him breathe. Now, with that source gone, he felt angry again.Nothing seemed worth loving.Which meant he’d be spending a lot of time alone again, maybe drowning himself in dark liquor and staring at the ceiling. Going mad with f***ing loneliness, it seemed inevitable anymore. Just get the f*** out, do something, breathe in fresh air, Arnold. You’re driving me crazy. Liz’s words echoed through his head. Out of everyone, she was the most worried about him doing something stupid, which was why she drilled into him the only way she knew; tough love. That was a lot how Arnold handled things, which was why he never had necessarily been mad at Liz for it. She probably understood trauma a hell of a lot more than he ever could.She let it surfaced. Wasn’t afraid of being exposed like he was.The places I took you, they seem so f***ing empty.He’d followed the 10 year-old's advice and made his way out of the resort, feet carrying him nowhere in particular except under the same gloomy California sky everyone was experiencing. It seemed dangerously, blinding staggering through the city, barely staying on the sidewalk, still half drunk from last night’s endeavor. If only the entirety of Valkery wasn’t keeping him on suicide watch, he’d feel a little less tense, but he knew what they all thought when they looked at him.Is he drunk again?He’s gonna drink himself to death.He should really see a therapist.He’s clearly not okay.He needs mental help.It was almost like he could hear their thoughts, harsh whispers in his brain, judging him. Remind him that he was a sad, miserable f***ing mess. You should just kill yourself. Telling him things that weren’t true, but still the harsh truth. Just get it over with. Telling him that something was wrong and that he didn’t even realize it. No one would be sad. Telling him he needed f***ing help before ended up dead on his floor, wrist opened up with a razor blade. Just do it! F***ing kill yourself! Screaming inside of his f***ing head and gripping him, pulling him away from reality. F***ING DO IT YOU COWARD! Tugging him under this metaphoric wave of misery. YOU WON’T F***ING DO IT. Choking him. YOU’RE A COWARD. YOU WON’T. Strangling him.Further and further away from reality.“You lost or something, pig boy?” The unknown voice brought him back to reality, only to find that he’d managed to stumble in between a couple scruffy looking buildings down the hill from where all of the shops sat peacefully. Before him, standing with their backs against the damp walls were two of the bunny men, masks pushed up from their faces, each holding a cigarette. He didn’t know how to answer at first, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he attempted to process what was happening. He’d never seen them without their masks on, but then again he’d never thought that they wore them 24/7. That could be exhausting.“No,” He grunted, deciding that today was the worst day to get into it with any of these f***ers, “I was just heading home.” There was a snicker behind him as he turned around, the sound of scuffling before something hit the back of his head hard. THWACK! He stumbled, just a little, hand instinctively moving to his head where he’d been hit. Bringing his fingers around, he noted that they were covered in a bit of blood, his body immediately searching the ground for what had been used to hit him. A rock. A big one too. One of those f***ers had thrown a f***ing rock at him.He couldn’t let that slide. Besides, he had a lot of pent up aggression he needed to get out anyways.“But you know what?” He said, cigarette removed from his shirt pocket and brought to his lips. He lit the end, ember burning orange as he did, smoke billowing from his lips as he released it. “I guess I could stay for a few.” The two bunnies chuckled, some sort of goofy sound escaping their throats, but Arnold wasn’t amused. Not in the least, and it showed as he casually joined them. “Hey, guys, you seem like fun people.” He said, right hand resting inside of his pocket, fingers grasping the cold handle of his recently crafted knife. The two men looked between each other, but nodded. “Oh cool,” Arnold said, turning to the man closest to him, “I was wondering if you could tell me if this was a cool magic trick.”He was too quick.His hand gripped the back of the closet’s bunny’s neck, blade removed from his pocket before he lunged it into his left eye. He made sure to push it deep, the man’s screams filling the alley as he flailed. “I made the knife… disappear! See?” Arnold said, twisting the blade, blue eyes averted to the bunny’s friend, who was fumbling in his pocket for his gun. Before he could pull it out, Arnold shoved his screaming friend into him, ripping his weapon free, sending them both flying to the floor.“Here, let me get that for you.” He said, towering over the one who hadn’t had a knife lodged into his brain. He leaned down, finding the strap that held his gun in place, grabbing it quicker than the other had managed to before delivering several rounds into his chest. Just like his friend, the bunny fell limp, but curse the f***ers for not using silencers. Rolling his neck, he tossed the man’s gun to his chest, taking another puff of his cigarette before ducking out of the alley. If he stayed too long, he was certain someone would have come running after hearing the gunshots.It made him feel better though, getting out of those aggressions.Covered in blood now, he headed back up the sidewalk toward the resort. It had been a bad idea to come outside after all, and he couldn’t wait to shove that in Liz’s face.   I'll be the bad guy now, though I ain't too proud.

Live String

06/29/2020 05:09 PM 


Running late to his first day at school. Something was telling Stiles that this year was going to be different. That this year he will be more confident when it came to women and more confident in standing up for himself. And that being on the Lacrosse team for the first time helped.Pulling into the parking lot he checked the time. He was already late for his first day at school. Which is not good for it being a different year. Getting out of the jeep. He walked towards the school putting his bag over his shoulder. He sighed running his hand threw his hair."This is just great." Stiles said seeing how his locker wouldn't open on the first day. He put his head on the locker growling. "Calm down. Everything is going to be okay. You are going to be okay Stilinski." Stiles said. He was about to ask for help when he bumped into someone spilling there books. He also landed on the floor looking up at the person. "I am so sorry." Stiles said trying to gather his belongings and helping them with theirs."I know that I should have watched where I was going." Stiles mentioned looking up at the person smiling at them. "I'm Stiles. It's been a rough first day already." He chuckled. "I can't get my locker open." Stiles said blushing trying to sound more cooler then he was. "Um. You mind helping me out here?" Stiles asked chuckling.


06/29/2020 03:32 PM 

Moodboard Monday.

"May we think of freedom, not as the right to do as we please, but as the opportunity to do what is right."

The Dark Warrior (MCRP)/ Daro.

06/29/2020 03:05 PM 

Orginised plots

Nesy's totally strange plots. Plots may contain violence.Dark fantasy plots:Dark Chronicles:  Those who slay evil.The world is a dark place, a hope that lasted long has seemingly turned into a clash between two forces. Demon-attacks are common across the entire globe and they are under the rule of a sinister leader who some people described her as: "An evil monarch" (Whatever character) along with her cult of followers that have been seduced or lost into her/his clutches. A world that has been once peaceful fell into massive chaos and blowouts littered everywhere with battlezones that stretches far beyond human comprehension. It's a dark age that's upon mankind and other races with it as well. The opposite forces to the ones trying to take over the world are the "The Alliance." which are formed by people who came together and united which made them declare war at the enemy of their nations. While attacks happening and being dealt with inside of cities, The Alliance forces are trying hard to repel the demon forces that sought to slaughter everything in its way. Others grew up in these terrible conditions with caution and fear that everything they knew, loved ones and buddies would perish in front of their eyes. Most of of them lost hope and succumbed to the fate of perishing. However, one particular boy named Nesy, whose village was also destroyed by these vile forces that killed nearly everyone but Nesy came out alive and now lives in the capital. However, Nesy seeks to become stronger and has great potential to become someone bigger and maybe to become a warrior and perhaps a hero! He did not lose hope and wanted to believe in a world where it's peaceful and filled with love. He rather die than live in a world with rottenness and darkness for the rest of his life, he decided to fight for what was right! It's time to show the world what he was made of, companions along the way would even assist Nesy and be with him on his adventures.Plot 2: Crimoa's desireThe world of Crimoa is a world that happened to be without humans as they've somehow mysteriously gotten extinct, races like elves or dwarves alike are still there but the dominate race is Demons and there is mostly demons that dominate most regions of the world. However, there were two types of superpower demon nations which were in a faction with other races and other nations. The world was once unified as all races were together under rule by elected monarchs but also other ones that weren't demons, of course, nobody was discriminated at firsthand but as times began to change, one particular leader was elected but has broken the "Demonocon Codex." which has been for hundreds of generations is about making sure everyone's rights were intact and nobody should remove the people's voices but the new ruler decided to take over the Union for herself and create a dictatorship which everyone despised.While some did love her ideals and decided to kill their own people and a rebellion/civil war would begin that split the nation into two halves. Then, a new leader was coronated which overthrew her older Sister to which she went into exile with her followers/Nobels and swore her revenge to what she did. The Occultist Union was created, dedicated to destroying the other Union as well which was ruled under dictatorship and tyranny. Her younger sister and older sister are on each other's throats and will always be until they declared war on each other. It seemed to be lost, all hope it seemed for this world as it began to turn into war and lives hurt left and right. (MC/Nesy) is a human who somehow got transported into another world by a rift of some sorts. Humans were treated as legends because of their rarity and unique properties. Nesy was brought to this world with some very special powers which included, Life-force production and fire/electricity manipulation. Nesy was like a superweapon to the people. The two sides were desperate to get Nesy on their sides and would do almost everything in their power to bring him to their sides.The Heilheim Sovereignty  vs The Divine Light There are 2 mighty queens in this battle fighting each other for many or just specific purposes..The Queen of darkness and the Divine Queen. An epic war has broken out! Many fled from their homes and villages and they attempted to seek shelter with the Divine queen. The Queen would welcome them with open hands and they were thankful. They wished to create an alliance and many other alliances joined along with the Divine Queen.. But some did the wrong choice. Who is the Queen of Darkness? She is ruling a kingdom filled with evil and despair. Darkness and pure evil. She wants all the power she ever wanted. She has executed many people who have turned against her or who she thought was deceiving her. She is powerful indeed... She wants all the land for herself and nobody else! She's indeed a power-hungry queen. The Divine Queen did not like this! She decided to declare war upon her forces! She rules a kingdom with good and purity..The entire alliance agreed with this! They decided to fight them. So far they have done good.. They have managed to keep them out for a long time.. But The Queen of Darkness won't give up that easily. They might strike again.. Who knows? However, there may be undiscovered alliances that are left behind.. Roles: The Queen of Darkness,The Divine Queen and etc.(Explaining the plot): Who will I become? Nesy Celvius! Basically, Nesy is a leader of an unknown alliance that the queens/kings have not discovered yet.. His race are martial-arts people which are called: Celvestians... But the Celvestians were very few and small in numbers.. But they were very famous for their kung-fu practice and KI practice.. I'd be a leader of a small alliance of 10 people What side will I join? It all depends on the roleplay…------------------------------ Easier to understand roleplay ideas. Deities and warfare.1.  Nesy is a young and enthusiastic person who got sucked from the modern world to a medieval plane of existence. He seemed to be a male in his 18's who fell from the sky as a result of the transportation. He ended up in the middle of a foreign place where everything seemed so alien to Nesy. His magical energy woke up two deities that had long been in war against each other and were always on each other's throats. This was a result of Nesy somehow entering this world but his magical energy was powerful. However, there were two factions that were in war with each other: The Alliance and The Divine Union. The Divine Union was a faction that dedicated themselves to the fighting of invaders and uniting the country under a holy rule, whilst the other clan sought power and subjugation of the entire continent. The reason for their war is clear, they want to unite their people one way or the other and both disagree on how it should be ruled. The Divine Union's deity was the goddess of peace and prosperity while her counterpart was the Dark Goddess who side with the Alliance. As he spent time here, more people began to notice oddities with Nesy, as consequence rumours began to spread around the continent of a powerful young boy which shook minds of the entire continent. People who was transported to other worlds had also magical powers within them but Nesy didn't know that. Nesy was the prophecy and the key to ending this war. The two deities knew it first but how? Find out yourself in Nesy's fantastic adventures.2.  (Oh my deity!)Nesy is a young and ambitious person who loves adventuring. Until Nesy somehow discovered ancient ruins and woke up a forgotten ancient deity in a shrine/place. (Could be by any sorts: Demon/Gods/Goddesses/Whatever.) 

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