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The Diamond Standard

10/19/2020 04:54 PM 

Killer Queen

She's a Killer QueenGunpowder, gelatinDynamite with a laser beamGuaranteed to blow your mindAnytimeLace upon gilding, velvet accented with gold. Opulence hardly seemed the appropriate word. Ostentatious was more fitting, perhaps. It was a mockery of a bygone era, bastardized to suit a fetishized idealism. To the tune of softly playing parlor music, a small social was being carried out. Antique furniture was violated by the scantily covered posteriors that rested upon them. Women were everywhere, their most intimate parts barely covered, but still readily available for the wandering hand's amusement. An even mixture of black and white themed corsets exaggerated their feminine forms, accented with sparkling jewels and their hair drawn back in complex mixture of braiding and curls; they were too beautiful to be real, as though crafted by Pygmalion himself. Strewn about with glasses of champagne in hand, they flocked around the much smaller population of men. These gaggles laughed and fawned upon each man, treating him as though he was the most interesting human being in the world. And, in a sense, he was.The Hellfire Club's roster was composed of the most powerful and influential people on the planet, after all. Politicians and captains of industry. The crème de la crème. The most upper crust of the upper crust. To be a member of the Hellfire Club was a prestige limited to only a few, inherited by others. Unbeknownst to most of these talking money bags, however, there was an organization within the organization. It was called the Inner Circle. Themed after a chess board, the Inner Circle was divided into two courts: White and Black, with ranks ranging from King and Queen to Pawn. Though united in their ambition, the Courts often competed for control of the Inner Circle. It was a little game they played while covertly ruling the world. One such member was about to make her entrance to the social gathering. Unlike the sea of flesh, the White Queen was not some vapid arm adornment. Wearing a white lace mask, she remained--by comparison--overly dressed. Hair so blonde it bordered on white, her bobbed hair was the least of her appeal. Alabaster skin and ocean blue eyes, she was a regal woman by her own right. But it was the clothes that really made the woman. Her signature white corset hugged her frame while her pale shoulders were shrouded in a white, fur-lined cape. Thigh high stiletto boots completed the White Queen's attire. The only thing missing was the coiled whip in hand--this wasn't /that/ kind of party, after all.On her heels were two White Court attendants. Mirroring their mistress's all white attire, they smoothed out the folds of her cape, making sure she looked pristine, least they suffered her wrath or her lash at a later time. Signaling the door should be opened, Emma Frost was one step away from making her grand entrance to the soiree, when another White Court attendant came shuffling in. With minor annoyance, the White Queen gave the faintest of grimace, barely enough to dimple to corner of her mouth."Mistress, there is a phone call." The attendant stammered."I will take the call in my office."With a click of her tongue, Emma turned back the way she had come in a sweeping wave of white. With a deft maneuver mastered over years of practice, she had unfastened her cape and tossed it at the interrupting attendant. Befuddled, the woman clawed wildly at the cape to gather it up against her chest, following behind the White Queen as she advanced down the dimly lit hallways of the Victorian mansion to the White Wing. This was Emma Frost's dominion within the Inner Circle. She was the highest ranking member of the White Court and, to be quite honest, even if there were a sitting White King, she had seniority; this was her Queendom.As one might expect from something christened the White Wing, it was white. While the style and coloration of the house itself remained consistent, the walls, drapery, the overall décor was white and accented with silver or glass. Pushing open the door to her office, Emma set her eyes on the large desk to the phone. But no sooner had she stepped through the threshold, something blindsided her from the left. The momentum of being hit by what felt like a freight train sent the White Queen tumbling to the ground in a most undignified manner. Reeling from the blow, Emma barely had time to lift her head before the intruder her was on her again. Her fist grabbed Emma by the hair on the crown of her head, invoking a sharp yelp as she grabbed wildly at the woman's wrist. But whatever she raked her nails against, it was not flesh. The surface ripped her nails up, even as she struggled to get any sort of traction against the impenetrable epidermis."Was I always this pathetic?"Struggling to look upwards to get a look at this woman, the White Queen was meet with herself. But not her. Older. And…shinny."I suppose this would be the part where I should say something profound, but, regrettably, I've been around the likes of the X-Men for the last decade or so. I'm reduced to the 'Come with me if you want to live' cliché."Emma Frost, once and future White Queen of the Hellfire Club, did something risky and dangerous. But it was essential for the future. Or at least that is what she told herself. In truth, what she did was the result of a broken heart. Following behind Beast and his stunt bringing the original X-Men to their present, the telepath reverse engineered his little time travel device. (This is an important lesson, children, never underestimate a blonde with a mission!) While she was seldom credited for her engineering prowess, Emma had invented her own Cerebro--a la Cerebra--and a device for swapping psyches. Programing the time machine, Emma added a special new feature: a tether that would return her to the present.Infiltrating the Hellfire Club was a cake walk. All she needed to do was command the staff to look the other way, telepathy was handy like that! Luring in her younger self took even less effort. Once rendering the doppelganger unconscious, Emma telepathically summoned henchmen into the office. She silently commanded them to stand guard, no interruptions would be tolerated.All the pawns were in place, the queen was in check. Emma then wheeled the other Emma to her desk, she was going to awaken with some dignity. "How young I was." She mused to herself, delicately moving a lock of hair from her other self's face. It was…unsettling…touching her own body with new finger tips. She was familiar with every curve, every crease, but it all felt so…alien. "How much potential I failed to realize within myself." It was important that this all fell into place just right. On her belt rested the time travel tether. Upon turning it on, she had exactly the time it took for it to boot up to pull the trigger on the body swap gun before her older body was jettisoned back to the future. Retrieving the White Queen's body swap gun, Emma took aim and pulled the trigger. Imagine how she could change the future given the chance to do it all over again. But, this time, with the knowledge of the future.------The use of the body swap gun knocks the user and target out cold for a short period of time. It was a useful side effect, so she had never gotten around to possibly correcting it. Slowly waking up, the White Queen needed a moment to orient herself. It was her body, but not entirely her body. It was younger, naive to the potential it carried--and truth be told, this was technically a different universe. Her muscles weren't as finely tunes as her (not all that much!) older body. She was still in fine shape, but Emma had to remember not to give into the instinct to shift to her diamond form; how dependent she had become! Perhaps she should have flipped some relays in her new head to trigger her secondary mutation sooner than Genosha's massacre. Running her fingers through her hair, Emma smoothed her hair back before she grabbed the top of her corset and adjusted herself. Flashing a glance in the nearest shinny surface, she checked her make-up to make sure it betrayed nothing amiss.Bursting through the double doors of her office, the White Queen strolled past the stunned guards she had ordered into place.  She kept marching, leaving the befuddled maids in her wake, as she marched right into the Hellfire gathering.  Foregoing her usual pomp and pageantry many had become accustomed raised eyebrows and garnered a few stray glances.  Unmoved by their agitation in her disturbance of their amorous pursuits, Emma strolled right up to one stout, familiar frame.  So adorned with women, he looked not all that dissimilar to the scene in Star Wars with that vulgar worm creatures.  He certainly had the same leave of appeal. “Shaw, darling.”  Emma crooned softly as she shooed away the eye-candy. She reclined casually against his shoulder, offering him the delectable view of her ample bosom.  “I require your presence in the White Hall.  It’s an /urgent/ matter.”  She curled the corners of her lips into a vulpine smile as she glanced at the ponytailed buffoon from under her lashes with all the charm of her “come hither” allure.  The appeal of a quick dalliance with the White Queen was much too much for Shaw. She stood up, confident her bait had been taken--hook, line, and sinker. She sashayed through the room, her shapely form moving with effortless grace of a queen with all the calculation of a jaguar on the hunt.So eager was he that he nearly trampled some guests and their companions as he followed the vision in white away from the soft tones of music and frivolity to the seclusion of the White Queen’s personal apartment. What Shaw beheld at his arrival was the White Queen in all her splendid glory upon a sea of white bedding. She reclined like a Venus, arms strategically draped above her head on overstuffed pillows, her sensuous form stretched out across the length of the bed. How she got out of the absurdly restrictive corset and thigh high boots in such a short amount of time mattered not, his lecherous gaze was set solely on the conquest of a queen. All but ripping his clothing from his own form, Shaw advanced into the darkened room. Approaching the foot of the bed, his burning desire was very apparent. Gripping her ankle, Shaw pulled Emma downward. His mouth latched onto the alabaster flesh of her ankle, eyes burning with a growing hunger set upon her face. With a sweet smile on her lips, Emma played coy. She slipped her foot from his grip, curling back up at the head of her bed. Shaw began to climb onto the bed, liking this little game. Much to his misfortune, however, the pretend innocence was not the only game the White Queen was playing. As he approached her, the White Queen struck.The psibolt knocked him off his feet. Shaw fell onto the bed and rolled. Gripping his head, dazed, the Black King struggled to get off the bed and to his feet. But no sooner did he lay foot on the ground, Emma struck again. Another psibolt, sending the revolting pig spiraling to the ground. Disoriented, hurting from the blows he could not absorb, Shaw lashed out for anything to grab hold of--a weapon, a tether, anything to allow him the comfort of knowing he had control of this situation. Slipping casually off the bed, the White Queen came to stand over the struggling worm of a man, her face void of any emotion save one: triumph. To finally dispatch this horrid creature, something she should have done years ago--liberating! Drinking in this moment, savoring ever last second, she finally struck one last time. Shaw's body went limp. Stepping past him, the White Queen began getting dressed. She had a party to attend.

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 

Rules

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.

Bowie

10/19/2020 11:18 PM 

OPTIONAL TASK 119.

DARLING BUDS

ONE OF US MEMBERS

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 𝕳𝖔𝖕𝖊www.roleplayer.me/OfTheVeil template credit.

MalAU

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

Cameron

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

https://data.whicdn.com/images/51956046/original.gif| • Introduction • |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 she 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! 

𝙵𝙻𝙾𝚁𝙰.

10/18/2020 02:58 PM 

a 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 study.

                              

sᴇʀᴘᴇɴᴛᴊᴜʟɪᴇᴛ♔

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.




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