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Wren.

07/05/2020 01:43 PM 

getting lost part ii. (drabble)

tw: depression, mentions of suicide   “Don’t do this, Wren.”I turn to see a transparent figure beside me. Her eyes, although faded, are just as warm as I remember. I’ve often wondered why she’s never appeared to me before, but always considered it to be a good thing. If I didn’t see her, it meant that she must have been at peace.And now she’s here.“What’s happening to me?”“You’re sad, darling. And these vengeful entities prey on sadness.” Her hand is hollow and cold as she places it upon my cheek. “They will push you to the edge of the cliff and cheer when you jump.”“I don’t know what to do.”“Don’t miss the chance to bond with your child. If I had been a good mother to you, maybe you wouldn’t feel this way now.”I purse my lips, gaze falling from her translucent frame. “I don’t want my feelings to affect the baby.”“Did you care that I was sick? That I was depressed? That I laid in bed all day?”“No. I just…wanted to be with you.”“Precisely. Your child doesn’t care if you’re sad, if you’re sensitive, or if you’re followed by these horrid spirits. Children just want their parents. They want to feel loved.” Her finger-tips grasp my chin and lift it so that I’m forced to look at her. “Be better than I was. She’s going to be an empath like you, darling. Your presence won’t affect her negatively. She will need you.”“I’m going to have a daughter?” Gender doesn’t matter to me of course, but I can’t deny my heart’s leap of joy when hearing that I’m going to have a little girl. My thoughts immediately shift to my impending doom. She’ll only be three months old when I die. “Sh-she won’t even remember me.”“She is a special child, Wren. Born of magic. She will remember you and she will miss you for her entire life.”“Really?” My voice is cracking when I speak.“Truly. Be kinder to yourself. Do you really think anyone would be able to keep a level head when they see what you see?”I shrug. Can’t say I have any frame of reference, though I’m quite certain that anyone would handle this better than me. “I don’t know. I don’t…know anyone else like me.”She tilts her head, her long, brown hair flowing despite the absence of a breeze. “Have you considered that your daughter may never meet another empath? Amory will be a wonderful father, and he will teach her a great many things, but he doesn’t know what it’s like to be an empath.”I understand what she’s saying, I just don’t see how I’ll be able to have an impact on my daughter’s life during such a brief period of time. “How will I teach her if…if I’m going to die?”“Why don’t you write about your experiences? Or, better yet, you could open up to the father of your child. Tell him what it’s like for you so that when the time comes, he can pass along advice from you.”Opening up? I hate doing that. I can never make sense of my feelings, so I’ve never figured out how to express them. “I don’t like talking about myself.”“Then don’t think of it as talking about yourself.” She smiles softly. “Think of it as helping your little girl.”Blinking back tears, I think of how much my mother has missed. I wish we could have spoken openly about our abilities. I wish she had been there when I needed her. I wish she hadn’t killed herself.These entities are trying to spoil the few months of life that I have left. They don’t want me to have anything good. No matter what they say, no matter how many times they attempt to convince me to hurt myself, I have to remember what’s important. My daughter needs me. It’s just difficult to convince myself that I’m worth something when I don’t believe it and there are so many voices telling me otherwise.“I’ll try to do better.” I swallow hard. “I’ll try to be good.”“You are good, Wren. I should have told you that. I should have made sure that you believed it. You deserved to have better parents and a better life.” Mother takes me into her arms. While I can’t physically feel the full gesture, the effort still brings comfort. “Be everything for your child that I couldn’t be for you.”She steps back and tries to wipe away my tears, but it’s a futile effort. Even if her form had been solid, it wouldn’t matter; they just keep falling onto my cheeks.“Tell the father of your child that these spirits are trying to convince you to kill yourself, and that he might need to keep an eye on you.”I grimace and shake my head. She’s asking me to be more vulnerable than I’ve ever been, and not only that, but to ask someone to take care of me. That isn’t fair. “I don’t want to be a burden.”“Only you think of yourself that way. It’s okay if you need other people to remind you of your worth.” Mother raises her brow. “Remember, you’re doing this for your daughter. Your time together is already limited. You do whatever you have to in order to secure that time with her.”“I’ll try.” If I’m doing this for my child, and not myself, then maybe…I can be brave enough. “Will you come back?”“I hope that I don’t have to.”Mother embraces me and I try to hug her back, but I’m not sure if she can feel it. She disappears and I’m alone again. It’s only a matter of time before those voices return.The entities have lost this round. For now, I can put away the rope and the knife. But how long will it be until they convince me to pick them up again?

Jackson

07/05/2020 12:44 PM 

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Najma.

07/05/2020 12:40 PM 

journal entry ( 7.4.20 )

journal entry ; july 4, 2020 : Today was beautiful. I was able to spend time with my family. My mother threw down in the kitchen with ease. Of course I went back for seconds...okay I'll admit it, thirds. In the words of Miss Tabitha Brown, that's my business. Even though we had a wonderful time today, I can't help but feel myself becoming overwhelmed with anxiety about tonight. I was already forced to endure fireworks from the night before as people began to set them off in preparation for the fourth. Don't get me wrong, fireworks are beautiful. I just don't appreciate the similarities in sound between them and bombs. But there's no getting around it. It is literally an explosive in itself, except it is not meant to cause harm. Rather, brighten the light that has remained occasionally dim over society; bringing people together. Although it has this affect for a brief moment, it's a very nice sight to see. I guess I'll have to succumb to the same form of comfort as I've done for the last 15 years. I will admit, there has been some progress. It's very minor, but it's better than nothing. My therapist suggested I start writing in a journal several years ago and it's helped me since. Not only with opening up about my fear of fireworks, but even through instances of heartache. That's a follow up entry for another day though. I think I spent more than enough time getting my feelings out on that and there's no need to revisit the situation. It's simply time to move on. And maybe this is the encouragement I need... it's finally time to stop revisiting the past and move on from ALL of my fears. Fear of fireworks. Fear of being vulnerable.  Fear of love. Fear of rejection.Fear of disappointment... 

The Awakening MOP

07/05/2020 12:13 PM 

Point system

Points 3 pts per starter (with group members) 2 pts per reply (with group members) 1 pt per discussion (with group members) 3 pts for doing the monthly drabble 2+ paragraphs  2 pts for doing the monthly drabble 1 paragraph 1 pt(s) for doing your own drabble and not the set one 1 pt(s) for sharing a status(each week. Can get up to 4 pts a month) 1 pt(s) for discord group rpwith 5+ decent length sentences per reply up to 3 pts per month 1 pt(s) per post for group site rpgs Must get 10 pts per month. First that it is not reached is a warning and if a second month without 10 pts happens, member will be removed from group. 

The Awakening

07/05/2020 12:08 PM 

Staff form

Coming soon

Pistol

07/04/2020 09:51 PM 

Do you know what it's like to fall in love?

Do you know what it's like to fall in love? E is an NPC. DOn't @ ME. Trigger Warnings are a must. : Self-Harm. Weapons.  "Do you know what it's like to fall in love?"A question she thought she'd never hear the boy ask her. Combat boots squeaking against each other. That question burnt a hole in her throat, made her pale cheeks turn a bright red. Luckily for her the lighting in the room was dim. Barely could look at each other without squinting. "What kind of sappy sh!t -- " Trying to play it off, joking around with the other, Arlene wasn't ready to expose herself in such a way. "I'm serious Arlene." She hated how he said her name, how it made her feel like there was something in the pit of her stomach. Wanting to claw its way out of her, revel all of her emotions.Something she thought she had buried deep down inside her. Not for him. Never for him. She couldn't. She wouldn't. Not give herself the chance to let emotions swallow her whole, make her weak."E-, shouldn't I be asking you that? Normally the girl asks, trying to get something out of the boy."If he could hear her heart thumping in her chest, he wasn't showing it. How could he have such a calm demeanor? Was he trying to make fun of her? Did he know this whole time?"Will you just answer the fvcking question?"Her breath hitched, she could just lie. Pretend like always she didn't have any emotions. What would the harm be?"No... Do you?"Her jaw clenched, she didn't want to hear the answer, developing a crush was one thing. Those only lasted at least a week or so, but love -- Love lasted a lifetime. He was silent for a moment, she didn't dare look at him, but she could feel his eyes burning into her skin. "No." Her heart had sank, she knew him, more than she knew herself. Of course he didn't, how could she be so foolish to think he had. Ruffling now he was standing in front of her, hazel eyes burning into hers."I only know what it's like to hurt. To feel anger. I only know  how to hate. "Arlene looked straight into his eyes, something else was there, something she'd never thought she'd see. She couldn't break his gaze it was as if he was calling to her, inviting her in.Fear. Excitement. It sparked in her veins, her fingers twitched wanting nothing more to get a reaction - to reach out. She forced herself not to grasp."Do you want to hurt me."Something that should have been asked, but they both knew the answer. 'Yes'"Hurt me." "Are you fvcking stupid?"It was like they were both toying with each other now. Seeing who would break first."Do it. Hurt me! What do you got to lose huh?!"Arlene wasn't going to back down, not this time. Not when her emotions were on the line. She wanted him to think she didn't fathom the idea of the two."I've got nothing to lose." His voice revoked of emotions, it sent a shiver down her spine."I'd love nothing more than to take my gun and shove it in your face. Or use my knife to carve your skin off. Carve my initials into your skin and dumb your body in a ditch. No one would miss you A. It would be our little secret."Those words hurt, she knew no one would look for the freakish goth kid. they'd all probably be happy she was gone. He probably would too."Then fvcking do it." She seethed.Her heart coming undone, every second they breathed each others stench. She ached. "Get the fvck out of my room." He ordered.  "This little game you want to play. I'm not doing it."She was taken aback, how was it her fault? "E. What the -- "Getting cut off now, "GET OUT!" He yelled at her, making her flinch before she jumped to her feet. She didn't know what was stiring in his mind but she figured it was the best to leave him be.Collecting all her things before scurrying herself out of the room. Not knowing if this was the last time she'd see him or not.

Daughter Darko

07/04/2020 10:59 PM 

Amelia Jade

  bio coming soon!

⚡Angel ©

07/04/2020 10:57 PM 

The Stupid Prince & The Stubborn Princess AU The Storm

She sat at her desk and tried to focus on the file before her but in truth she couldnt she was still replaying the events that had happened the past couple of weeks. First kicker is she woke up in his apartment on his couch next to him..like how did that even happen? She would never let that happen. She freaked out so she got up and snuck out like a theif in the night and went home..she gave some lame excuse like she needed to change but the truth was she had to get away from him before it got any deeper. She felt her guard falling around him and that night wasnt like anything she ever had. It was probably one of the most enjoyable moments in her life thus far. And the feelings she was getting from him were unbearable...but they wernt like that. They were partners and she already had him to far involved. He wasnt part of the rules. But she couldnt help herself around him and that had to stop. So she did what she did best build a wall and avoid. Normally she would have dissapeared but this was different she had to be careful. So she never got to close to him she stayed a good 7ft away from him. When she looked at him she was able to almost flip on a switch that would reflect a fake emotion of emotionless… emptiness. If she still needed his touch but she was able to fix that she would touch the things he did which weak in energy would satisfy her for the mean time. She also turned off her phone after work. She kept it almost extreme professional. She couldnt take a chance on him or this..even though every night she found herself replaying that night god she could fall for him she might have already but shed never admit it not outloud anyways. She ran her finger over the file and pulled it back quickly feeling a papercut she shook her finger and looked at it putting it in her mouth and trying to ease the pain. She cursed herself and closed her eyes. Counting. She thought of him again she could feel him and she made a face she slowly opened her eyes and looked around. Great now she felt him when he wasnt around.

p̲r̲o̲f̲e̲s̲s̲o̲r̲

07/04/2020 09:03 PM 

From Madrid to the Sky

  From Madrid to the sky a wild cat can take you many places     There a few old sayings about the capital of Spain, "The night is Young" or "from Madrid to the Sky". By night all the cats are pale brown (street like) (meaning that when you are drunk anyone is beautiful to bring home).    Did you know that the Madrileñians are called "cats"? This last demolition is precedents to the year 1085 when Alfonso VI conquered Megerit the elder meaning of Madrid. It happened to be that when a Christian soldier passed the fortress of the city build by brilliant stones he ren to the tower of the fortress and changed the flag of the Moros, he was so agile and intrepid that he was named by the pseudonymous "cat" gato and from that all those born in Madrid “gatos”.      With some elements to my private life to what has occurred, so far so good, get a break and not be terrified from my own mind, petrified from my own plans. Well, if you please I can walk you a few days by the streets of hights of Madrid from the Terrace of the Circle of Bellas Artes, a delightful Panomamic Azotea del Círculo de Bellas Artes de Madrid, you can see the buildings of Gran Vía, Cibeles and the street of Alcalá with impressive sunsets, no Mediterranean sea or any beaches. A few years ago it was exclusive to the members of the Circle but for a few euros, you can get in.  This is how I started to draft my plan, not as Francisco de Goya but close to my own opinions and statements, at this point, we have are maybe known to be one of the most c o r r u p t e d countries. More than 3.000 court cases have been opened since 2011 against felonies inside the G O V, you as a Spaniard perhaps have another side of the story. We are brave, we stood strong, we played a polite role to deal with the changes, policies, presentations, and accurate points to points to prevent violent Riots. Valuing the risks, not because it would be harmful, but is part of the math, the strategy and it would be a cost for not taking a risk.   To be frankly honest, I'm trying to evade words, there are viruses in the net from the G O V searching for a list of around 50 words who dive on the internet and will get your computer on their radar. There is nothing to hide as there is nothing I can show, being a nobleman, being clean is very important. But as I'm telling you the culture, the arts, the music, expositions, and conferences are the protagonists where you breathe an air of tranquility, away from any negative emotions or anxiety. You might also find events, parties in the terrace, a fashion walk, or a romantic speech of poetry. Is one of the hidden and magical places where you can surprise your own. What is funny, and maybe we stop with this, I'm tempted to go back. This is the city where that has raised me, a city that gave me thinkers from many angles. These thinkers can argue for hours surrounded by the most beautiful ladies, cigarettes and wine in the most pleasant manner raising confrontations, in old taverns, at anyone's home till a moderated Intelectual climax, not of charlatans, each of them followed their actions and interlaced their words by example tracing historical dates and last names to their experiences.  Many of the times the conversation would grasp as the fingers in a guitar a few voicing at the same time, stringing the strongest till the rest listened by a group ear to cease. By pairs or trios talking at the same time jumping spaces till one. An art from old mates as fellow librarians who made their own vocabulary along the years, with a few nicknames in between. Unlike others, to protect the reputation before the new fellows for the social interest as heavy drinkers passing pieces of domino or in a game of cards.     It's easy for me to enter reunions as from the Ministry of Labor to make notes, check how they accentuate their speech on some one's name, there is an undertone. We are very straight and direct, even in politics. So, I mark down the stressful conversations and pay interest in the tremors of my forehead making associations for further   b l a c k   m a i l s   to get what we call, valuable information. I'm not with riots but if you need the people, there is nothing stronger than the power of the people. After 2011 the Ministries of Defences invested around the world more in internet infrastructure than ever before, and all because of me. But as, I say, I only gave a few tips, it was the people who ran the show.This is the first post any questions, please feel welcome. Sergio likes to teach this is why they call him The Profesor ó el Profesor. But if you like to become a professional and come to class, you must know that you are chosen and there is no other choice to return to a society that gives you a salary de mierda.  And from the sky "you fall in love with a group of wild cats" template credit.

Charlotte

07/04/2020 08:56 PM 

Additional Task 001

Devil's Advocate

07/04/2020 08:45 PM 

Rules

Before I start with any rules I will start with the usual. I am not Ian Somerhalder (because let’s face it: he’s too damn BUSY to even think of roleplaying) nor am I Damien Thorn (who obviously is a FICTIONAL CHARACTER.) I am just a person who enjoys playing as the Anti-Christ of South Park (and other verses)  With Damien having such a little part I can do absolutely anything with him which is why I am roleplaying as him. Alright! With that out of the way: we can finally get into the whole rules thing. Not a rule but……. dun dun dun. I am a female in real life. Oh no! That upsets you. Get over it. Delete me. Block me. Do whatever makes you happy. Again, not a rule but just letting people know (since some people still have an issue with people of different sexes and colors roleplaying as character of the opposite.) I have a life (such blasphemy right? Lol). I have a girlfriend and a boyfriend (no I am not cheating. We have a healthy threesome relationship going: not that it’s anyone’s damn business.) a job that runs me absolutely ragged on a good day (now with the Covid-19 and riots it’s even worse since it’s a 24 hour daycare) and a pain in the ass cat who suffers from seizures (which he always seems to have one by me and it throws me out of alignment all damn day). A sh*t ton of profiles (most are for my friends but that’s besides the point). So yeah patience is very much a virtue when it comes to me. I have designed days for which accounts are being focused: Tuesdays are the day I will be focusing on Jefferson. DO NOT RUSH ME! Please and thank you. I am a multi-ship account. Which means my friends: I will not just have one LI. Now that doesn’t mean that in our roleplay I will be with you and cheating on you with others. Or that we would have an “open relationship” essentially. No! No! No! That means in our roleplay you are the only one. BUT in other roleplays we will not be together. My Lis do not go into other roleplays…..unless I decide to just stick with one and go. Which won’t happen so please don’t try to waste your time…. or cause drama. 3a) Speaking of multiple Lis guess what else that means? I will do almost any and all ships that can be thought of for Damien: both male and female. My character: my interpretation of him.  No god modding. What is god modding? Well boys and girls: that means you try making my character do something, feel something, say something that is NOT in your power to do so. Essentially. Don’t do it because well…. that is one of my biggest pet peeves that I won’t hesitate to delete you for. No warnings from me: technically my rules are your warnings so yeah. Drama. Now this is one of my favorite rules: I have been playing in the roleplaying world since Myspace. Which means I have seen my fair share of drama throughout the years: be it from people who are friends or people who I have no damn clue who the hell they are. Me? Never was brought in on the drama because I am like Hyde from That 70’s Show: I really don’t care for it and would rather stay out of it. Anyways! Before I continue on a tangent which no one cares about: DO NOT START DRAMA WITH ME OR THINK I AM GOING TO ENTERTAIN YOU IF YOU TRY TO WITH ME OR MY FRIENDS/CONNECTIONS. Hmm……I think I might have gotten my point across: who knows. Just don’t and we shall leave it at that. Drama in storyline is absolutely NEEDED AND WANTED!!!!!!!!! 5a) If you are only on my friend’s list because you want to spy on someone that I write with? Well that is not happening and is very not appreciated. If that is all you want to do then I got some advice for you: Get a life and forget the person you are trying to stalk. Because nine times out of ten: they have forgotten you or don’t give a sh*t about you anymore. If you have to validate yourself by following others to stalk someone then maybe…just maybe you should take a step back from the computer or phone and think about it. Is it really necessary? Do I need to stress myself out or someone else out? Just saying. I am a multiple paragraph up to Novella writer. I typically do not like anything below a couple of paragraphs, but I understand the muse block and need to get something out. You don’t have to worry about it or do that, but I know it happens. So, I won’t flip out that you took a couple of weeks to say something. I delete people after two months of inactivity. Well more like of talking to me. So, if I send a message to you today and on September 4th you have not replied? Or said something on one of my statuses? Then you will be deleted. It’s not because I am impatient and don’t understand lives and/or am self-absorbed. Or whatever people like to say these days. I just hate clutter. In my streams, my friends list, comments, and messages. Nothing ever personal with me. 7a) On that note: I delete comments after I reply to them. So! If you have a problem with that then I suggest one of two things: tell me and I will reluctantly keep them despite having a slight problem with clutter or B) Save it on your end after you write it up. I roleplay in messages and comments. I know there are people who are very anal about this stuff, but I am not. So, if you are more comfortable with OOC in comments and roleplays in messages or the opposite then I have no qualms about it at all. Just let me know before hand if I am the one sending the starter, so I know. And I do believe that is all I wanted to get out there. I don’t do rules normally but here you go. This is my do’s and don’ts basically. Now the part where everyone goes: put this or that to prove that you were reading. Yeah I know it is supposed to be hidden in the rules so people can’t just skim I (blah blah blah) but I don’t care. So, give me a gif. Of something that reminds you of your character and/or yourself (the writer). Also, I might have seemed like a bitch in these rules, but I assure you: I am the sweetest person you have known. Until you piss me off. But then again I do believe that’s everyone these days lol.

Sasha.

07/04/2020 08:50 PM 

𝔅. — Written Biography.

  Childhood. A quiet girl from Third Ward, an area in Houston, Texas, Destiny Beyoncé Knowles always found comfort in the spotlight. With her father, Matthew Knowles, working as the CEO of Xerox and her mother, Tina Knowles, running the town’s biggest hair Black-owned hair salon, she grew up in a middle-class household. Taking advantage of her love for performing, Matthew and Tina enrolled their daughter into a primary school of the arts where her inclination for music began.Destiny felt as if she had the world at the palm of their hand. Serving as a wake-up call to her dream of reality, she had gotten a taste of the real world the day she came off the school bus after school and saw most, if not all, of her father’s items cleared out from the room he shared with Tina. Her mother was crying on the front porch as Destiny dropped her school-bag and ran to comfort her. The truth was, Matthew had broken the trust in their marriage and cheated on Tina with another woman. From unknown lingerie found in his work suitcase to cheap perfume scents and lipstick stains on his collar, Tina would knew this day would come. Matthew had left to be with this mistress. At five years old, Destiny could not understand the meaning of her father’s absence and wondered when he would return. Was this another one of his business trips? As Tina tried to cope with her separation by hanging out late with friends and partying her youth away, Destiny spent hours by the window, waiting for the exact moment her father’s vehicle would pull into the parking lot. That day finally arrived, but instead of open arms, he welcomed Tina and Destiny with a baby carriage that contained the month-old baby girl birthed his mistress. Matthew was on his knees, begging Tina to take both him and his new daughter, Solange, in after her mother wiped her hands clean from their relationship and child right on the hospital bed.  So Good.  As a Christian woman, Tina found it in her heart to take Matthew back. Besides, she missed him and wanted to create a solid foundation for Destiny and Solange who was now a motherless child. As time passed, Solange blossomed with the notion that Destiny was her full sister and Tina was her mother. The Knowles family was at peace for another five years until Matthew decided to leave, yet once again, and this time, for good. Tina was left to care for Destiny and Solange on her own, with the beauty salon as their only stream of income.Much older to understand that Matthew had permanently walked out on the family, Matthew was officially dead to Destiny. He had caused her mother so much pain and depression that she spent even more nights out of the house with friends and returning with men who only stayed for one night and were never to be seen again. With no representation of how true love from a man looked like, Destiny did not have much of an opinion when Tina introduced Richard Lawson as her new boyfriend. For all she knew, her mother seemed happy and was even more happier on their wedding day that followed months later.     Speechless.At the age of ten, Destiny’s family was once again complete with a father figure. Destiny could focus more on her gift of being on stage and developed her newfound love for singing as she would often hear the music her mother played with her girlfriends when they would come over. After a date night, a drunken Tina nodded off to bed which left Richard with the freedom to have his way with whatever his desires were at the moment: Sex. He took it upon himself to sneak his way into Destiny’s room. Waking up from sleep, Destiny was confused to what was happening and was soon alerted by the strong scent of alcohol that whiffed past her nose as hands groped places she believed no one else’s, except for hers, should be. “One word and I will hurt Solange. Do you want that?” With his threat in mind, Destiny knew that she had to keep this one encounter to herself.. For the sake of her little sister. Just this one time.But one time turned into one too many.Resentment.Maintaining her pact with Richard, Destiny channeled her anger into words written in songs. Music was her only outlet, whether through dance or simply belting all her emotion in a powerful tune, it grounded her soul from the lack of stability, control and love at home. She would write songs in her journal during her free time and would even submit original pieces for school plays. One day, a new girl by the name of Kelly Rowland, moved to the school. Her chocolate brown-skin caught the attention of bullies in their grade, yet to Destiny, the feature was admirable. After watching a classmate hurl a slur over at Kelly, Destiny decided to stand up for what was right and since then, the two became the best of friends. Kelly revealed that she loved to sing and also had a background in ballet-dancing. Like a match from in Heaven, Destiny took the opportunity to show Kelly her secret journal of songs where Kelly came up with the idea of them participating at the upcoming school talent show with two other girls in their grade, LaTavia Roberson and LeToya Luckett. After formulating a group and cementing their rendition of “I Wanna Be Where You Are” by Jackson 5, the group went on to perform at the talent show where they won first place. Richard, on the other hand, saw the amount of talent in the girls and wanted for them to pursue more in music as a girl-group. Although the idea was a great move for her dream of becoming a musician, Destiny did not want to do it on Richard’s accords. However, her opposition made things worse with their private pact. Richard threatened to hurt Solange and, even worse, threatened to leave Tina high and dry. Destiny couldn’t bare seeing her mother depressed again, especially over something that she had control over. Defeated, she agreed to Richard’s idea of creating a group that would be managed by him. With the approval of Kelly, LeToya and LaTavia, the group name Houston’s Voice came into light.      Irreplaceable.Richard sent audition tapes over to many record companies across Texas, and fortunately, Columbia Records took a liking for the group, stating that the only way they would be signed was if they came up with a new name. Without discussing with the girls, Richard automatically switched the group name from Houston’s Voice to Destiny’s Child with Destiny coining the title as lead singer.Initially agreeing with the change, LaTavia and LeToya soon became uncomfortable with the fact that Richard constantly pushed Destiny to the limelight while they are treated like back-up singers when recording their first album The Writings on the Wall. To them, it was no coincidence that Destiny was Richard’s stepdaughter and group’s name was Destiny’s Child. Unlike the two, Kelly was content with any amount of fame she was receiving from being under Richard’s management. Hoping to keep her own family together, Destiny could not argue her side of the story and allowed Richard to handle the disputes by kicking LaTavia and LeToya from the group.The public caught wind of the group losing two members and fingers pointed at Destiny. LaTavia and LeToya made matters worse by stating in interviews that Destiny was a puppet to her father, but was also controlling, often taking most of the leading parts in songs. Labeled as a diva in magazines, depression soon sunk in as Destiny realized that she had lost two of her childhood friends due to Richard’s way of situating business. In order to keep the momentum going, Richard found two other girls to fill in the missing roles, Farrah Franklin and Michelle Williams. To avoid future disputes, Destiny decided to switch out her name of Destiny to her middle name, Beyoncé.     Biography to be continued…

Tainted Love

07/04/2020 08:28 PM 

Rules

Before I start with any rules I will start with the usual. I am not Bex Taylor-Klaus nor am I Astrid Manson (who obviously is a FICTIONAL CHARACTER that I created for my LI.) I am just a person who is writing this character 1) I have a life (such blasphemy right? Lol). I have a girlfriend and a boyfriend (no I am not cheating. We have a healthy threesome relationship going: not that it’s anyone’s damn business.) a job that runs me absolutely ragged on a good day (now with the Covid-19 and riots it’s even worse since it’s a 24 hour daycare) and a pain in the ass cat who suffers from seizures (which he always seems to have one by me and it throws me out of alignment all damn day). A sh*t ton of profiles (most are for my friends but that’s besides the point). So yeah patience is very much a virtue when it comes to me. I have designed days for which accounts are being focused: Fridays (or Saturdays depending on if the LI has to work on a Friday) is the day that I will be focusing on Astrid. DO NOT RUSH ME! Please and thank you. 2) My character is a female who is in a relationship with another female. I know: I'm going to hell. Get over it. Or delete me: your choice. 3) No god modding. What is god modding? Well boys and girls: that means you try making my character do something, feel something, say something that is NOT in your power to do so. Essentially. Don’t do it because well…. that is one of my biggest pet peeves that I won’t hesitate to delete you for. No warnings from me: technically my rules are your warnings so yeah. 4) Drama. Now this is one of my favorite rules: I have been playing on and off in the roleplaying world since Myspace. Which means I have seen my fair share of drama throughout the years: be it from people who are friends or people who I have no damn clue who the hell they are. Me? Never was brought in on the drama because I am like Hyde from That 70’s Show: I really don’t care for it and would rather stay out of it. Anyways! Before I continue on a tangent which no one cares about: DO NOT START DRAMA WITH ME OR THINK I AM GOING TO ENTERTAIN YOU IF YOU TRY TO WITH ME OR MY FRIENDS/CONNECTIONS. Hmm……I think I might have gotten my point across: who knows. Just don’t and we shall leave it at that. Drama in storyline is absolutely NEEDED AND WANTED!!!!!!!!! 4a) If you are only on my friend’s list because you want to spy on someone that I write with? Well that is not happening and is very not appreciated. If that is all you want to do then I got some advice for you: Get a life and forget the person you are trying to stalk. Because nine times out of ten: they have forgotten you or don’t give a sh*t about you anymore. If you have to validate yourself by following others to stalk someone then maybe…just maybe you should take a step back from the computer or phone and think about it. Is it really necessary? Do I need to stress myself out or someone else out? Just saying5) I am a multiple paragraph up to Novella writer. I typically do not like anything below a couple of paragraphs, but I understand the muse block and need to get something out. You don’t have to worry about it or do that, but I know it happens. So, I won’t flip out that you took a couple of weeks to say something. 6) I delete people after two months of inactivity. Well more like of talking to me. So, if I send a message to you today and on September 4th you have not replied? Or said something on one of my statuses? Then you will be deleted. It’s not because I am impatient and don’t understand lives and/or am self-absorbed. Or whatever people like to say these days. I just hate clutter. In my streams, my friends list, comments, and messages. Nothing ever personal with me.6a) On that note: I delete comments after I reply to them. So! If you have a problem with that then I suggest one of two things: tell me and I will reluctantly keep them despite having a slight problem with clutter or B) Save it on your end after you write it up.7) I roleplay in messages and comments. I know there are people who are very anal about this stuff, but I am not. So, if you are more comfortable with OOC in comments and roleplays in messages or the opposite then I have no qualms about it at all. Just let me know before hand if I am the one sending the starter, so I know.8) Stealing…..DO NOT TRY IT. I don’t do any of my layouts or defaults: that is the people who have accounts out here dedicated to pretty artwork. And my LI. Stealing also means trying to take my ideas and/or storylines. That is also a big no-no for a lot of people. If you want something that looks like mine I can send you to who I go to for these things. And I do believe that is all I wanted to get out there. I don’t do rules normally but here you go. So, this is my do’s and don’t basically. Now the part where everyone goes: put this or that to prove that you were reading. Yeah I know it is supposed to be hidden in the rules so people can’t just skim I (blah blah blah) but I don’t care. So, give me a gif. Of something that reminds you of your character and/or yourself (the writer). Also, I might have seemed like a bitch in these rules, but I assure you: I am the sweetest person you have known. Until you piss me off. But then again I do believe that’s everyone these days lol.

𝘚𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘔𝘰𝘰𝘯☾

07/04/2020 08:28 PM 

Oh, Mother

  Oh, Mother   There was this weird feeling in her gut as her mother held her cheeks, as her thin, manicured fingers touched her. The blue eyes that she had inherited didn’t hold any warmth. There was some relief in her face, some sort of gratitude but it was also selfish. She saw it. She saw the relief, the happiness her mother had. But there was a relief for her freedom. A selfish, self centered relief about finally being free of her husband. And though she had Serenity to thank, she didn’t seem to care about what happened to her child once she boarded the plane. Even her smile, small and delicate, held a finality that made her heart ache. She moved back, scowling at the woman she had lied to protect. “You’re not coming back.. Are you?”  ---    Blood soaked my shirt from the scrapes on my cheek, from the ones on my arms and chin. It was once white, now it had spots and smears of crimson. Some of the blood was mine. But the splashes.. They weren’t.  My shorts were dirty, the grime from the alley, and I was limping. I didn’t know where my underwear was, some part of my mind, blurry and foggy, knew they had been ripped off. Later, when reliving the events in a nightmare, I’ll remember that the monster had ripped them off and after I killed him, I used them to wrap up the pipe before I forced it down a sewer drain opening. I didn’t care if someone found it. My mind wasn’t on that now. I couldn’t think straight at all.  The lights were on when I came home, and through my haze, I failed to hear the yelling. But it grew ten times louder when I opened the front door and the shatter of a bottle seemed to echo, but it couldn’t drown out the sounds of slaps, the sound of my mother being thrown to the ground. I could see it from the doorway, clearly, that he was about to hit her again, that he had blood on his knuckles from punching her, and the blood coming from her nose was more confirmation. Mother looked at me, Father looked at me, and they stopped. “Luna… What happened to you..?”  I don’t know who asked. I was out the door before the question could even be finished. ---   Her mother sighed, letting her face go, and it made Serenity’s heart break when she rolled her eyes. “Honestly, Luna, why would you ask something like-” “You sold the house.” Serenity crossed her arms. It was easier to be defensive, to be angry. Though she felt it, this pain and sadness that echoed through her entire being, she wouldn’t show it. Never again would she show vulnerability. Not to this woman, not to someone who was abandoning her after all she had done for her… “So what? I sold the house. Why would I want to stay somewhere that I suffered abuse?” Her mother was also being defensive, uncaring. She wanted to cry. How could she be so blind? Her mother had used her, had used her daughter’s rape and broken feelings as a way to manipulate her to lie and put her husband away. “Oh come on, Serenity. You have to leave the nest eventually. Look, I left you enough money to get a place and live good for a few years. Get a job that isn’t too bad and just add it to the funds. You’ll be golden.” She pat her head, looking at her watch, “Now I really have to go-” “Why can’t I go with you..?” Serenity sounded like a kid again, sad and broken. But her mother just sighed, annoyed, as if telling her daughter anything was too much work. “I want a new life, Serenity. You act like I am abandoning you. I’ll call. I’ll stay in touch. Stop being so dramatic, sweetheart.” She cupped her cheeks, gave a kiss to her hair, and grabbed her bags. “Now I have to go. Be good, darling. Love you!”  Before Serenity could answer, or reach out to keep her there, her mother was gone, lost in the crowd of people going through security to get on the plane. She told herself that she wasn’t lying, that her mother would keep in touch. She didn’t see why she would. She loved her… Right?   ---    Mother was crying to the cop. Lying as Father was dragged out. I knew it was wrong, I knew I shouldn’t have done this. But it had to be done, didn’t it? Father was screaming, making a scene big enough that the entire neighborhood was watching. “I didn’t do anything to my daughter! I love her!”  I felt anger at his statement. He hadn’t said he loved me in years. Hadn’t treated me like he cared in years. The only things of affection he did was buy me whatever he thought would keep me quiet about his drinking and verbal, emotional and mental abuse he put us through. But I knew he did not love me. You don’t hurt the people you love.  As he was put into the cop car, and as we went through the trails, the times I was put on the stand, and then the sentencing, I knew this was wrong. That it was a lie. But it was saving us. It was saving me and my mother. We could finally live together in our home and be okay, be happy, be safe. I knew how abuse could get. That it would only escalate from there. How did I know he wouldn’t kill her the next fight? He already went from words to fists.  I had to protect my mother. It was us against the world.   ---   Her mother only contacted her once after the move. It was a postcard, some cheesy one with palm trees and gators on it. It had her address, written messily, which was unlike her mother’s normal writing. Almost as if she didn’t want her daughter to know where she was. When she sent one back, with her new address, she never heard back. She had hoped to hear from her on at least the holidays, and she wrote letters constantly, praying her mother would one day answer. She never answered her phone calls, or her texts. Emails even went unanswered.  Two years in, her mother changed her phone number without telling her. She only knew because one of the many calls she tried was met with a new person, some man who was tired of her constant calling and voicemails and told her to stop. Emails came back saying that she could not reach this person because the email was no longer in use. Letters soon came back as “return to sender”, and she knew it meant her mother moved without telling her either. After her daughter lied on the stand for her, put her father away to keep her safe, her mother cut her off completely.  The last she knew, from Facebook of all places, was that her mother had remarried, and was the new Mommy to her husband’s little girl. She kept her last name, hyphenated with the new man’s name. Soon that too was cut off when her mother blocked her after she tried to reach out. That had been her last line of communication.  It was just her now. Serenity was all alone.

Daughter Darko

07/04/2020 06:16 PM 

Demi Harlow

    bio coming soon!

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