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08/15/2020 01:43 PM 

About Mrs. Sienna Joy Moretti & rules



08/14/2020 10:21 PM 

Reply for Nightshade


08/14/2020 08:31 PM 


˜”*°•.˜”*°• Guidelines •°*”˜.•°*”˜  -- The mun and muse are of legal age (this is due to the fact that my character, Zofia, was born in the UK).-- I would rather discuss the plot than jump right into it. -- This character account is mainly focused on Zofia, a 17-year-old Ravenclaw student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. -- I am not okay with writing smut as I am not comfortable with it.-- For the limits I am okay with, you're more than welcome to private message me about it. I am not okay with the following: Dismemberment Godmodding Metagaming Powergaming Rape -- I am okay with using foul language, but please try not to use too much of it. -- I would prefer if Zofia's information is not of public knowledge. Information that is found on Zofia's character account may only be used IC if one has learned it IC. Should you have any confusion about something that your character may or may not know about Zofia, please reach out to me through a private message.-- Even though I do not claim to know all things Harry Potter, though I enjoyed watching the movies growing up, I am interested in roleplaying in this fandom as I have been a Harry Potter fan for a while.-- Because my roleplay style is rather mixed, I am okay with those who do freestyle.-- I am more interested in a story-driven plot. -- Regarding the above rule/guideline, I am interested in romance, though I am open to doing drama, fantasy, and suspense since those are the top three things that Harry Potter is categorized as.-- Please note that I do have triggers that I will be uncomfortable with when it comes to role-playing. If you have any triggers, do not hesitate to tell me so this way I can be mindful of it during the time that we are role-playing.-- As of right now, I am not open to shipping Zofia with anyone just yet. This means that I will not be open to having the roleplay work towards the relationship until I feel comfortable to do so.-- Even though I know it is not my place to judge anyone on how they type or write, and even though I am not bothered, please have proper grammar and spelling so this way I can have a better understanding of what the response is trying to say.-- I would prefer if any of the role-plays are long-term.-- OOC = / = IC. Any morals or ideas are not to be reflected in that of the expressions, thoughts, and actions of Zofia. -- If you wish to send me a reminder to respond to your role-play post, please do not hesitate to do so.-- M!As are something that I might not be interested in as of this moment.-- There are times where I am online, but would not reply unless if I feel like replying, where I would not be online until the following day, and so forth. Please do not keep bugging me to respond as I like to take my time.-- Zofia is only interested in males. 

Rules, Guidelines


08/14/2020 05:02 PM 

Winter Wonderland Ball 001

Mikaelson Ball attn: Hope, Katherine, Fenrir, mentions: Caroline, Klaus Progenitor /1577606 He hated this damned monkey suit. Alaric Saltzman looked at his reflection in the mirror adjusting the tie just right. Caroline wanted him to be there for the Winter Ball that she was hosting with Klaus. Klaus was Caroline’s husband and a huge donor to the school, so he agreed because he knew it would make Caroline happy. After all, he’d almost married Caroline even though he knew that her heart wasn’t his.Lizzie and Josie were the reason why he did anything he did. Caroline was magically implanted with his babies in her womb after Kai had killed Jo. It was a second chance to have what he’d always wanted for as long as he could remember. He didn’t get that from Isobel. He didn’t have a chance with Jenna, although Elena and Jeremy were like his kids and they came with Jenna in a matter of speaking. But Lizzie and Josie were his bio children. They were the symbol of his love with a beautiful witch that had been taken far too soon from this world. Alaric Saltzman would give them the world.There was also Hope. The mystical tribrid one of a kind child that should never have been born, was born. Hope Andrea Mikaelson was like his third daughter. She’d been orphaned for all intents and purposes, so he took the young girl under his wing when it came to her attending this school right alongside Lizzie and Josie. These three girls were the future of the supernatural beings that lived and breathed in Mystic Falls. Alaric had the mistakes of the past that he also had to deal with that included his own foul ups. His redemption was to make sure these kids didn’t do what he did. If that meant he had to spend an evening making nice with The Great Evil himself, then Alaric would swallow his pride and do it. After all, he did see the look on Caroline’s face when Klaus was determined to sacrifice himself to save Hope. That never left him and he doubted that it ever would.Finally satisfied with his appearance, he managed to climb into his car to drive to the Mikaelson home. He stepped out of his car to be met by a man taking the keys from him. “Allow me to park that for you Dr. Saltzman.” The young man looked familiar to the Headmaster. He’d actually graduated from the School last year. Alaric had a slow smirk when she realized that Caroline had put the young man to work doing an honest job. Only Caroline Mikaelson would have a vampire parking cars at a party He chuckled to himself walking toward the door.The first Ball that Klaus and his family hosted here was back in a time that Alaric would rather forget. Not too long after that did Esther used a spell to make him an Enhanced Original Vampire. While the thought of killing Klaus wasn’t a bad idea to him, the others didn’t seem to make him quite as angry. He had a huge beef with Klaus that went back to the fact that Klaus had hijacked his body to get closer to his kids. Yeah, he could carry a grudge, but given that the grudge was against Klaus Mikaelson no one could really blame him.His chin lifted and his bearded chin that was covered in grey and black took in the scenery around him. Alaric had actually spent the night before with the school’s new librarian Luke Parker to study about Yule and the tradition that the Vikings had. He wanted to pay proper tribute to Klaus’ culture that he was apparently now embracing after 1000 years. Maybe, just maybe the love that he’d seen in their eyes right before Klaus left Caroline to sacrifice himself actually had done something to Klaus. The expensive gifts that he’d witnessed being handed to Klaus and Caroline were unlike anything that Alaric could afford on his own. He’d made eye contact with Caroline and smiled before walking deeper into the ballroom.Not seeing Hope, Lizzie or Josie yet, Alaric made his way toward the nearest bartender. Given that Klaus was one of the hosts of this Ball, he figured that there would be the best bourbon at the bar. “Bourbon. Make it a double.” He told the bartender as he waited for his drink to be made. His eyes soon caught the sight of Katherine Pierce and her sultry swagger flouncing into the ballroom. The bartender handed him his drink and Alaric rose it to his lips. He couldn’t afford a gift for the hosts of the party, but he could provide them with another gift. He low key started to watch Katherine as she acted like the Bxtch Queen she was. He remembered sharing the body with Klaus and how Katherine had been deathly afraid of Klaus. She had immediately spotted when Klaus was in control back then. Sure he wasn’t Klaus now, but he was still a capable hunter in his own right.Alaric watched intently as the big man came over and demanded mead from the bartender. The poor kid looked like he’d soiled himself after the big guy grabbed his shirt. After the kid was let go, Alaric was glad to see that the big man had been placated for now. When he made his way through the crowd talking to a few people along the way, Alaric wasn’t the least bit surprised to see him walk over toward Katherine. The two seemed to be quite chummy. It looked like Alaric definitely had his work cut out for him.He still had some bourbon in his glass as he casually strolled toward Katherine and her friend. “Causing trouble as always Katherine?” He turned his attention to the big man with temper that reminded him of Klaus. “Alaric Saltzman. Have we met?” He asked curiously. He was going to do whatever it took to keep these two from causing too much of a scene.    Cryptic question, accusatory tone, this doesn't bode well for me. credit: james kriet


08/14/2020 01:57 PM 

Debt as of 08/14/2020

Posting my owes here so that I can keep track of who and what I owe plus it is a requirement of Forsaken.Current owed Starters:Zero (You guys should change that. I promise I don't bite!)Current owed Replies:Charlie (8/5)Flynn (8/9)Hexley (8/14)Current Discussions:Ember, Armani, Odette.Who owes me:Gael (7/15)Lilith (7/24)Xander (7/29)Antonio (8/2)Atticus (8/6)Serenity (8/6)Rose (8/7)

Stone cold

08/14/2020 12:49 PM 

dark maark

      Those cunning folk will use any means. To achieve their ends. “What the hell did you do?” Her voice and the tapping from her heels reverberated against the marble floors and wood panelled of the study.    “Watch your tone,” Came the harsh response of her mother as she looked up at her eldest daughter from her position on the sole sofa of Amycus Carrow’s study.    “Now now,” came the calm tone of her father as he placed his whiskey on the table, the all too familiar sound of ice against glass no longer a comfort but more of an irritation due to their current situation, “ I think we can forgive Flora’s little emotional display,” he eyed his wife, “If she would proceed to calmly tell us what has caused all these theatrics.”    “The theatrics?” Flora scoffed, her usual manners and respect for her Father thrown out the window as soon as she had heard the news. “I’m not the one who forced their daughter to get the Dark mark!”   “So, that’s what this is about.”    “Honestly is this all because you are jealous we chose Hestia over you?” Estelle jeered.    Flora simply turned away, having grown used to her mother's constant criticism, she expected nothing less from the woman who had given birth to her. Her arms folded across her chest, readying herself to face off against her father.    “We agreed that Hestia would be kept out of this.” She told him firmly, ignoring the small heartless laugh that came from her mother.    “Plans change, Flora. The situation was not something that was to be shelved and discussed at a later date.” Amycus responded before finishing the drink he had previously abandoned.   “Amycus, we do not need to explain ourselves to a child. This discussion is over!” Her mother's exclamation had Flora spin on her heel and face her Mother.    “,” She emphasised through gritted teeth.    “Just because you are of age now, it does not give you the authority to question us or throw around demands!”    “I may be of age but I have never been able to be a child, you made sure of that. I understand that you would do whatever you wanted to make my life hell, but Hestia? She is your golden child, why would you mark her for life? Give her life up to your cause?”   “Our cause.” Came the voice of her father who had stayed quiet during her little spat with her mother. “The only cause worth fighting for. Now that Hestia has the mark we have further solidified our devotion and Hestia will no longer be seen as the weak link, making both herself and our family stronger.”    “So that’s your excuse?” questioned Flora, her eyes hard. “You did it to protect her?”   “To protect our family,” He insisted, “Included Hestia.”    Flora closed her eyes for a brief second before shaking her head, “That’s bullsh*t and we all know it.”   “Flora!” Exclaimed Amycus in outrage while Estelle muttered something on the lines of ‘Evil child.’ Amycus came up close to Flora, his eyes hard and his stance angry. “Now you listen here, we will do whatever it takes to protect this family. I do not care if it goes against anything I have said before or if it hurts in any way because this is my family and I will do whatever it takes to protect it.”   “Then you listen to me, I don’t care if you are my father. I will do anything and everything to protect my sister.” With that, she turned on her heel and left the room before her parents had a chance to respond.  

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08/14/2020 10:49 PM 

Jessica listens to tape 1 side A
Current mood:  disappointed

       It's 9:00 pm when the bell rings. "I've got it!" Jess shouted opening the door while texting Sherri Holland. The news of Hannah's suicide stroke them. Seeing Justin standing there makes her heart beat fast. She shuts the door behind her fast, pushing the phone in her back pocket. "Justy! Are you nuts?" she whispers but she cannot hide a smile, wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing her fleshy lips on his ones. One arm of his wraps around her lower waist. Opening her eyes, Jess looks down to see that Justin's eyes are sad and he holds an old box of shoes.      Jess furrowed her eyebrows. "What's that, Justin?" she asks as he hands it to her. A red car is stopped across the road. The moment Jess receives the package, she hears the car's engine turned on as it pulls off. Pure confusion. The jock cups his girlfriend's face into his hands. "Listen to me. These tapes are full of lies. Full of ugly lies. Hannah left them for us. For 12 people of us. My name is referred there twice but please. Please, Jess! Believe me. Me." She could see the fear of abandonment in his voice. The sorrow in his irresistible eyes... He always manages to make her fall under his spell.     The dark-skinned girl got too much information and images in a little amount of time. Nodding her head to the man she is in love with, she blinks before he captures her fleshy lips into a long meaningful kiss, which she responds to.       That night Jessica Davis heard the first tape, her boyfriend's tape. She won't say goodnight to her parents. She is just running upstairs to her room, locking herself inside. Thankfully, she was a walkman device still and earphones. Her father bought them for her, years ago and she still saved it. Only the lamp is lighting her room as she sits comfortably onto her bed with the box opened next to her.TAPE 1 SIDE a       "Hey, it's Hannah. Hannah Baker. Don’t adjust your… whatever device you’re hearing this on. It’s me, live and in stereo. No return engagements, no encore, and this time, absolutely no requests. Get a snack. Settle in. Because I’m about to tell you the story of my life. More specifically, why my life ended. And if you’re listening to this tape, you’re one of the reasons why. I'm not saying which tape brings you into the story. But fear not, if you received this lovely little box, your name will pop up. I promise. Anyway, the rules here are pretty simple. Rule number one: you listen. Number two: you pass it on. Hopefully, neither one will be easy. It's not supposed to be easy, or I would have emailed you an MP3. When you're done listening to all 13 sides, because there are 13 sides to every story rewind the tapes, put them back in the box, and pass them on to the next person.Oh, and the box of tapes should have included a map. I'll be mentioning several spots around our beloved city. I can't force you to visit them, but if you'd like a little more insight, head for the stars. Or, you know, just throw the map away and I'll never know or will I? You see, in case you're tempted to break the rules, understand I did make a copy of these tapes, and I left them with a trusted individual who, if this package doesn't make it through all of you, will release those copies in a very public manner.This was not a spur of the moment decision. Do not take me for granted. Not again"      By the first words, tears stream down her rosy cheeks. The rules are simple. She has to listen to all of them. Justin passed the side to her. So she is referred to this. Listening to every word, she looks inside the box to find also the map Hannah talked about.        The first red star. Opening her GPS, she finds out that the first spot is Hannah's house. Getting out of the house in secret, her steps are taking her to the first spot. That was it... That party she threw at the beginning of the year. Hearing the tape, she looks down at the map, and while listening she is walking to the second red star. It feels so strange hearing her talking to Justin this way, referring his damn smile. That same smile that put a spell on her as well.      By the time, Jess reached the playground part, Hannah is describing their first kiss, her first-ever kiss. Jessica's hand squeezes the walkman device. She purses her lips. She feels dizzy, about to throw up in the middle of the playground. No. He never did her that night. He never had sex with slutty Hannah like it was spread around. Justin took pictures of Hannah, let her see the trees running around in a circular dance, and feel like the dreams she had of them came true. She is on top of the rocket and turns the wheel. She is about to fly.  He is down, down the slide about to catch her- she trusted him to-  and he lets her fall into the mud of dirty rumors.     "I heard many stories about me that are very popular but I know which is the less popular one. The truth" those words make Jess get up leave. She is feeling sick. By the moment she is back home she makes a mental image of all that was heard. All guys thought she let him have sex with her. They saw a picture of her underwear and let it be seen, sent from one student to another.  Hannah the slut. The easy one.        Her thoughts are conflicted. This guy Hannah describes is a stranger to her. Her Justin is sweet, passionate. Her first lover who always takes care of her and holds her after sex. The boy who never bragged about their sex to his friends. Who is the boy Hannah described after all?     She grabs her keys from her purse. Now she is back home, laying down on the bed, trying to settle in whatever she heard. Pausing the tape for a while, she changes into her PJs, grabs her phone, and texts the boy with the damned smile."I heard your tape....""And?"    It feels like he was over the phone waiting for that text."And you're an ass!" she texts back "We'll talk tomorrow. Goodnight".      Turning off her phone, Jess grabs the walkman device again and presses the "play" button once again. "And stick around Justin. I am not through with you yet. I know you probably didn't mean to let me down. In fact, probably most of you listening, had no idea what you were truly doing but you'll find out. Turn the tape over... for more" 


08/14/2020 10:35 AM 

My Children.
Current mood:  amused

Being betrayed by her own children had to be worse than almost anything else. Though Akasha knew she hadn't been a very good Queen in her first life, nor her second but that was no reason to kill her all over again, a mass majority of her children never knew of the Queen, let alone knew that she had been the mother of of the entire race. So when they disrespected her, normally she would kill them; rip their hearts out right in front of their very eyes and drain the blood from it and their maker's too for not telling them. Her third life would be different but that didn't mean her personality would change, more than anything Akasha demanded respect, her title demanded it. Once her former consort, Lestat awakened her once more; Akasha wanted nothing more than to feed. Her bloodlust reignited as her green and unmistakeable hues came into view, her vision focused on nothingness once more before fluttering her lashes briefly as she began to look around the room. Those familiar four walls she had grown so accustomed to. No longer having to sit upon the throne that she loved, only cause the ones that were created long after she had went to sleep, had always come to worship her and her husband, though she had been the first vampire created over 6,000 years ago, her husband had been the second, he couldn't be killed by the hands of any of his children and nor could Akasha. Many knew that if you killed the anicent parents, every vampire would die around the world; Newly made vampires would go first, leaving the elder ones with burns across their skin. When Maharet stabbed the Queen through the heart; she realized the myth had been true when she felt her own energy leaving her body. Akasha had been too trusting, wanting to show mercy this time around; she allowed those that would have never been worthy enough to look in her direction back in her days. Maybe it was time it was time to return to the way she had been. Who knew? "My children..... It warms my blood to see you all gathered here once again. Mother has risen."  

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08/14/2020 09:11 PM 

What I have been through.

So if you have known me for a long time you would know I'm the one most people come after. Why you might ask? Because they hate seeing me happy. Mark Fryer said to me "I know why everyone hates you. you have used people you did to me and your hurt so what no one cares" The last part he didn't say but I'm sure he thought it. So on Tavern I'm only Dizzy Teller. Any other girl on there isn't me. I feel like he wants to leave Tavern if I do that he I'm letting him win. And I am not letting another person bully me off a site again. I never added him so why is he only after me? Why does he hates me? Did I really use him? No I didn't really use him. Because he loves making me feel like I don't belong on Taven. When the site is for everyone not just him. So if you saw a mean message called me out saying I'm a bully, jerk and more. note I never bullied anyone I never say anyone was a jerk or anything so please if you are my friend help me out we need to get Mark's pack of lies out in the open but if I do it he will find out and maybe get me banned from the site thinking I did something to break the rules when I didn't. I was bulled off of a site called RPVillage and it was by a guy named Nemo he said "Your going ona date with your brother your dating your brother and you write for sh*t." I was in tears because words can hurt and they didn't care all they did care about was that they got their revange and bullied me off of the site i was scared it was going to get worse they would say to me "Leave this site or we will come find you and end you" But i left the site becaus i thought they would leave me alone and never bug me again and i got my wish. I just wish people would leave me alone and stop starting rumors or saying things that aren't true about me but that will never stop since everyone enjoys revenge on me so I will just have to be scared.So i can so write. I am not here to cause any drama or anything I just don't understand what is so wrong with me? Why am I so hated by 5 people or why no one wants to give me a chance to prove I'm a good writer. so I just think maybe im not worth it to anyone because i am just the dumb girl who is hated and uses people when i never used anyone and only 4 people hate me not everyone. Thanks for letting me rant and caring to read until the end Dizzy.

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08/14/2020 09:07 PM 


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08/14/2020 06:58 PM 

paradisaical harmonics. [ surgeon study ]


08/13/2020 11:51 PM 

[character study: drunk scorpio]


08/13/2020 09:27 PM 

Are you?

1.) Are you stubborn or easy-going? Honestly a bit of both. It literally depends on the situation. 2.) Are you an early bird or night owl? Night owl all the way. 3.) Are you organized or messy? I'm an... organized messy. 4.) Are you sensitive or tough? Honestly it depends on the situation or topic. 5.) Are you indecisive or decisive? Forever indecisive. 6.) Are you motivated or lazy? Motivated most days. 7.) Are you open-minded or closed-minded? I've always been open-minded.  8.) Are you idealistic or realistic? Realistic.9.) Are you adventurous or cautious? I think it really depends on the situation. I'd like to say both but I think I'm more cautious than adventurous. 


08/13/2020 09:09 PM 

[flower asks.]

    Heliconia: Do you like when it rains? I love when it rains. From the light pitter-patter of a gentle sprinkle, to the crashing sheets that pour from the sky during storms. Daisy: How old were you when you had your first kiss? I think I was probably 6 years old. It was one of those kisses you read about in a child's book where the young boy rushes over to the young girl and in front of their parents leans in for a smack on the lips. Sweet. Innocent. Allium: What's the best thing you can cook? I don't know why, and this is pretty random, but I can cook a steak to perfection without a thermometer. It's science. All about the timing and the thickness of the meat.Orange Blossom: If you could pick the gender and appearance of your child, would you? I would not. I would want to be surprised. I do enjoy a good surprise from time to time.Daffodil: What's the most thoughtful present you've ever received? Varga recently gifted me an antique metal tinker heart-shaped box with flowers to embellish the silver tones lined with red velvet on the inside. It keeps my bracelet tucked somewhere safe. He is so very thoughtful.Rose: Are you currently in love with someone? It's entirely possible. Tulip: For your birthday what kind of cake do you ask for? Strawberry shortcake with fresh whipped cream topping.Myrtle: Do you like going on airplanes? Yes. I don't quite understand the fear surrounding flying, but I love to travel and I love going on adventures.Hibiscus: Did you ever play an instrument? If so, what? I did and still do. Piano.Locust: What was your favorite book as a child? Stellaluna.Queen Anne's Lace: Would you rather carve pumpkins or wrap presents? Carve pumpkins because fall is the best season and it reminds me of Halloween and my birthday.Magnolia: Favorite kind of candy? I have two. Twix if the mood for chocolate strikes or if I want something fruity I love gummy bears.Poppy: What color was your childhood home? My first home was made out of wood. Brown.


08/13/2020 07:59 PM 

Forgiveness. [ drabble ]

Forgiveness. Arlene, the edge queen. You ask for forgiveness from everyone. Your parents, your friends and family, even that stupid boy who made you cry but you had to say you're sorry.But does anyone every say sorry to you? For hurting your emotions, for breaking your things, or breaking your heart. They just use you like a step ladder to get to where they are going.'Sorry' had seemed to turn into Arlene's favorite word, and she hated every second that word slipped out of her mouth. She felt weak as if she was just a meer child among adults who thought they were better than her. Even among her peers. The emotions wanted to crawl out, the anger bubbling up in her. She didn't want to feel this way anymore. She tried carving it out, she tried drowning her sorrows. It all came back worse and worse each time. Alcohol, cigaretes it didn't fix anything it just made her feel worse about herself than anything.Arlene wanted them to apologize to her for the way they made her feel as if everything was her fault, for making her not want to feel alive. She was becoming nothing but rage it consumed her to the point where even the dead weren't making her feel alive.She would sit alone, a cigarette in her fingertips, not even smoked just watching it dim away. She didn't understand, was so always like this. Even as a child was so always filled with rage?Every day that passed she wondered what it would be like to just watch it all perish. Burst away into nothing. When she closed her eyes she could just picture this town in flames.  


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