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Into the Night

10/19/2020 01:03 PM 

Halloween 2020

Our characters awaken in a dream world.They find themselves in the woods at night at an old run down camp with dilapidated cabins.There is a note of a Halloween party later in the evening.In this scenario, let your imaginations run wild.Jason, Michael, Freddy, Chucky, bring any horror movie scenario or character into the mix.Fight, fright, and handle your favorite horror movie worlds.Remember it is only just a dream.

Tʜᴀᴛ·s Tʜᴇ SPIRIT﹗

10/19/2020 11:49 PM 


1. I do not respond to people asking me if I would like to rp- just send me a plot if you have an idea. 2. For those who want to thank me for accepting them, don't thank me, I'm more interested on building and writing a story than small talking OOC. 3. I don't tolerate drama or people assuming that something is in regards to them when it isn't. don't be That writer. 4. I don't water down the violence, sometimes people deserve it and sometimes they don't.  The whole premise of the crow is a pure love denied due to some tragic occurrence. One of the loved ones rises from the dead to set right that which was taken from them, all under the guidance of a supernatural crow. It's a story of love, tragedy, vengeance and redemption.5. I don't sugar coat anything, If I feel like our personalities mix well or that you just don't interest me there are two things I will do: I will tell you or I will flat out ignore you- As in, if you send me something that isn't copy and paste I have more interest in you and will actually attempt to strike a conversation. 6. I am selective in the romance department. I'm picky and I honestly have a right to be because after years of writing with people and setting up boundaries, some people ignore them.  Again- Don't be that writer. 7. Speaking of Boundaries mine are pretty simple-  I don't talk ooc about my rl, don't ask.  I don't ship unless there is chemisty. I don't tolerate drama or people talking about their drama on stream, that's an instant unfriend.


10/19/2020 11:18 PM 




10/19/2020 10:57 PM 

AC - 11/1

  RULES!  They're meant to keep order and an overall understanding of expectations!  For this activity check, we ask that all members answer the below questions!  All questions are One of Us rules based.  If you don't know the answer, check the rules!  Please message your responses to the member's page as soon as you have completed them! This activity check is due on November 8, 2020 at 6:00PM Eastern Time.1. How many connections (minimum) should all members keep at all times?2. How often should members be updating their Owes Lists?3. How long do members get to sign the weekly (sent out every Sunday)?4. How long do members get to sign the Activity Check (sent out every Sunday)?5. How many times (minimum) should each member be utilizing the blast locations?6. How many times should each member post (minimum) in a blast before it can count as 1 blast for activity requirement?7. How many times (minimum) should a member be posting in the stream (both in discord and on the site)?8. How many events does each member need to attend monthly?9. How many sentences should there be for one reply if you and your partner are para/bantering for writing activity? ALSO, how many times back and forth per week should each member write for para/bantering activity requirement?10. How many paragraphs count as a Multi-Para in One of Us (minimum)?  ALSO, how long do writing partners get to complete a reply/starter if they choose the multi-para writing requirement?

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖆𝖘𝖙 𝕳𝖔𝖕𝖊

10/19/2020 09:45 PM 

Homeward Bound - Drabble

Liliana VessHomeward Bound”This might hurt less if you don’t fight so hard.But I doubt it.”A swirling mass of black energy coalescing into her form, signalling the walkers arrival before she even stepped foot back onto the plane, Liliana Vess graced the walled city of Thraben with her presence.Oh, how she had missed this place.The eternal struggle of life and death, survival of the fittest at its finest that was Innistrad, gave her so many playthings.Her playthings that had served this place so very well, as she would be quick to remind anyone the second they even open their mouths about her return. That little reminder that the plane still stood because of her caused a smug curling of her lips. She was never going to let anyone forget that. Especially not the 'Lord' of this land.Assuming she could get two words out before he tried to take her head off for the whole messy war business with the flat foreheaded dragon, that was.Of course, her less than subtle appearance in the middle of the cliff top city was bound to draw attention to herself. She would have been concerned, if she didn't know that most of their strongest defenders were destroyed by their own madness the last time she were here.This whole city would have been in ruins should her and her darlings not have been here to save the day.She supposed the Gatewatch and the Voldaren leech were involved too at some point, but they were unimportant to her story.Not that she couldn't handle an angel or two of course, should the city have had any more than the one left.The feathered menaces.With an absent adjustment of her angelic headdress that she taken as a trophy a great many years ago, she strode with purpose towards the marketplace, paying no mind to the growing sets of eyes following her, nor the hushed whispers.Looking around at the stalls of produce, she snapped her fingers sharply at what she could only assume to be some form of farm hand, here to ensure sales for the day."You, boy."He may have been on the young side, but he knew the tales. He knew he was in trouble already. Doing his best to not drop the box of apples, he shuffled to what he figured was just out of arms reach of the necromancer."M-miss?"The poor dear was scared. How sweet. Leaning in towards him, taking one of the apples to inspect it with an air of boredom, she dropped it back into the crate."Tell me, does my estate still stand, or did you ungrateful heathens destroy it?"He blinked, confused by the question."I—"Grasping the farmhands face, squeezing his cheeks together to cut him off, she smiled at him in faux sweetness."I didn't want you to actually answer me, dear boy. It was what we call a rhetorical question. What I want you to do is go tell the merchants Liliana Vess has returned and will be expecting her regular orders back to the estate starting again immediately. And should they not remember what the orders are… well…"Her fingertips glowed a dim lilac, causing the young man to scream in pain, the apples being scattered across the ground as she drained him of a fragment of his life essence."They had best remember. For everyone's sake.Letting him go, she paused a moment, before snapping her fingers in thought, while he recovered."Find me a coach first. I don't feel like walking."After staring at him expectantly for a moment, his soft sobbing grating on her quickly, she sighed heavily."Some time this year, boy. Before I lose my patience."And so, Liliana got her coach. In almost record time. The coachman looked less than thrilled to have to have Liliana Vess on board, and to have to take her out into the valleys of Stensia. It was treacherous at the best of times, even more so with the number of angelic protectors almost at none now, but Vess was unphased.The biggest thing she had to worry about on this plane was probably busy fighting his child somewhere. She would be fine for a while. The coachman however, made his discomfort known, sliding open the hatch to speak to her."Miss Vess? Lady Vess? Your… deathliness?"Quirking a brow, suppressing her amusement at 'your deathliness' she made a sound to acknowledge she was listening to him. At least he knew his place in the world, addressing her with some sort of title."There's a lot of grafs milling about the place the closer to your estate we get. I think they were drawn there. I don't want to lose the horses–"Letting out something between a pleased murmur and a purr, she uncrossed her legs, leaning forward toward the open hatch in her seat."Darling, if your horses were to fall, I'd make sure they got back up."Hearing him shift uncomfortably at her only partial teasing, she grinned, gathering her skirt in preparation."Stop the carriage.Unlike the farmhand, he didn't need to be given a second set of orders. With a quick 'whoa-ing' they came to a stop, and Liliana relocated herself from the passenger cabin to up next to the coachman, to his very visible panic."Carry on. Now any of the sweet 'grafs' we see can be gathered properly and given purpose."If any more disdain could be put on a word, it would be surprising. She never did like that word. Or that the necromancers of this plane called themselves 'ghoulcallers'. There was no artistry to that.They pressed onwards, occasional pops of lilac energy occurring on the sides of the road and in the distance, as a growing league of undead began to fall in behind the carriage. But the greatest numbers came when they reached the property line of the Vess Estate. The horses snorted and stamped their hooves, refusing to go any further, the property wild with brambles and swarming with the walking dead. Liliana was satisfied enough, she was to her estate, after all. Disembarking she began to press her way up what would have been the drive, motioning for her already collected bodies to start clearing it. Then the coachman had the gall to speak."Miss Vess? There's the matter of payment..?"She didn't even bother to turn to him. Waving her hand toward some of the undead attracted to the sound, pulling them under her influence she simply smiled to herself."When was payment even discussed, darling? Be on your way. While you can be."The less than thinly veiled threat did it's job, and the sound of hooves and turning wheels were off.Pushing her way up to the manor, she was pleased to see it still in one piece, even if overrun. Looking at her amassed forces, she motioned at her home."Well, get to work."Not that she needed to give them vocal commands. They acted upon her will.She just liked the sound of her own voice.Once the front doors had been cleared, she wasted no time in making her way inside, finding her undead butler already back under her influence, his suit no worse for wear than when she had left. Approaching with a glass of wine of a slightly dusty tray, she took the glass regardless."Gustav. Tell me my clothes are still in good condition."With a nod from the corpse, she purred into the glass, before smelling the sour contents, and putting it back on the tray before having taken a sip."Lovely. I'm going to need that delicious velvet number should the 'Lord of the Land' come calling."𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖆𝖘𝖙 𝕳𝖔𝖕𝖊 template credit.


10/19/2020 08:10 PM 

Mal in Once upon a time

I am currently on season 3 of the series so I will re add her to the verse. Like I did previously she is  not part of the curse but her parents will remain as Maleficent and hades I still need to watch the rest of the series so this story will change as I continue.Name: Maleficent HadesDaughter of: Maleficent and HadesPersonality: kind to those she trusts, twisted, evil, distant, coldmagic: her mother's Owns: Art by M an art school and studioSide jobs: Magic tutor and assassin 

sᴡᴇᴇᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ᴘsʏᴄʜᴏ

10/19/2020 05:35 PM 

Very Important, must read!

I have never played Katherine before, I have always played Elena or Caroline, so I figured I would play someone newI will not have my Character date Stefan, no offense to Stefan's but Stefan and Caroline were so much better for each other, I will have my Character be with a Damonnow let's get to the real kicker shall we?My Character will be like Elena and Katherine in a wayAlso she wasn't free for many years, she was locked away In the tomb with the other vampires, set free when Damon had Bonnie and her grams open it.She had changed, she wasn't the same old Katherine as she was years and years ago, after getting set free she changed her ways became nicer, sure she had her bitch moments when need be but she didn't wanna be like her old self.(Will put more later)

Java Janeway

10/19/2020 03:04 PM 

The Omega Directive

Rules coming soon


10/19/2020 02:16 PM 

Terminator - Cameron OST

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Camron Issacs

10/18/2020 11:09 PM 

Rules and regs

So if you dont talk you get blocked I'm not a jerk hole though if you busy communicate that either write me or post a status so I can at least be informed _______ No drama I don't log in for that _______ I don't tolerate racial slurs or the degrading of others if you do that fine but take that sh*t elsewhere

Karen Jarrett

10/18/2020 10:44 PM 

Connections update

I only have Jeff Jarrett so far ❤️ I would like Kurt Angle Connection as Karen’s Ex husband Kyra Marie connection as Karen’s daughter Kody connection as Karen’s son And would be cool to see Jeff Jarrett’s three daughters (Joslyn, Jaclyn, and Jerlyn) I’ll also accept any other wrestling connections

The Original Mikaelson Tribred

10/18/2020 04:11 PM 

Introduction| • Introduction in First-person • |Well, I assume you want to know about my character, Right? Well, I would appreciate it if you would read my blogs. (That's why I made them). I will not hash out my character's information in this introduction. I will tell you that is not a Mikaelson by Blood, but by adoption. She is Ansel and Esther Mikaelson's Daughter and therefore, Mikael Mikaelson's step-daughter. She is the Eldest blood sister to Klaus Mikaelson and the step-sister of Freya, Finn, Elijah, Rebekah, Henry, and the step-Aunt of Hope Mikaelson. She is the 'Original Tribred'.If you have any questions please ask!


10/18/2020 02:58 PM 

a 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 study.



10/18/2020 11:27 PM 

8 letters.

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Eyes widened in both surprise and disbelief, despite the forgiveness that followed and fell from his lips. She felt herself pulling back further, not entirely out of his reach just yet but enough to stare back at him wildly as if she couldn't comprehend what he'd said. Instantly, Betty began shaking her head, both hands letting go of him as she wiped at her own cheeks as she attempted to regain control over herself despite the futility of it. "I don't deserve your forgiveness... I hurt you, Jug." She met him with confusion, clouding her expression. He'd said it himself in this same garage only earlier that day when they'd been working on the car together. You did the one thing that could really hurt me. They were words that were likely to haunt her for some time, no matter how much they worked toward mending one another's respective wounds, and it stemmed mostly from her unwilling and unable to forgive herself just yet for her actions forced by the Black Hood.It was her internal fight as much as he was waging war against his own; she wasn't so lost in her own horrors to know his conscience wasn't just as heavily weighted. With business between the Serpents and Ghoulies, especially after the botched race at Archie's hands. The anger she'd seen in him when they'd first arrived, that raging force she was so unfamiliar with, was a new creation of the divide between North and South that continued to be tearing him apart right through the middle. They were separately so broken, and yet maybe there was still some hope in the way he looked at her now, the way his arms fit so comfortably around her and without so much as a second of hesitation that meant their pieces could be put back together. The world around them seemed to have it out for them, but there existed a strength between them, for the sake of the other, that somehow they were going to fight back and that everything was going to be okay again.Betty took a moment, mulling something over in her own head. She didn't feel the need to voice aloud. But perhaps she wasn't able to just yet, so much of her well past the point of exhaustion and the understanding he always seemed to have with her when her thoughts and feelings were beyond the expression of words. She simply began nodding her head, a slow acquiescence as she began accepting her forgiveness no matter how much she might want to continue to deny and punish herself for her sins.Betty drifted forward again, this time with measured softness, and folded herself against his chest, her arms wrapping around his back to secure herself tightly against him as she tucked her head beneath his chin. "I just wish this whole nightmare was over." Her voice barely above a whisper; he might have missed her words if he hadn't been paying attention. Thoughts drifted to the day at Pop's when she'd been so close to confessing everything to him, the sad joke about both of them just skipping town to escape from all of their demons, and Betty found herself wishing it had been a plan enacted into reality instead of just an ill-timed attempt at comedic levity.It was what she struggled with to explain to leather-clad boy standing merely feet from her now as he gravitated toward her. It was the sickness she felt in her stomach towards herself and no matter how he tried to rationalize that anyone would have done the same, it mattered most because she wasn’t everyone else. In that moment, the Black Hood had seen her true self, that darkness that permeated her very being no matter how much she fought to hide it away from the world that she would stop at nothing when it came to protecting those she loved. It was a bitter truth to swallow, one Betty had never really confronted or coped with in the past even when it surfaced with revenge for Polly on Chuck Clayton and now it has resurfaced with a vengeance ten times stronger.

ᵍᵒˡᵈ ᵈᵘˢᵗ ʷᵒᵐᵃⁿ

10/18/2020 09:14 PM 

NPC List

Mother: Joyce Lynn Penderton  McNeilLast seen in 2011Parvati was in her second trimester before hermother found out she was pregnant.She was angry, sarcasm dripped off her wordsas she spoke to her “irresponsible daughter.”She probably heard that phrase a dozen times during that lunchbefore her mother asked “Didn’t you think to put on a condom!?”The other diner patrons looked in their directionas her daughter silently shook her head. “That’s just stupid, Par.”


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