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05/12/2022 12:43 AM 

Ties That Bind

  Ties That Bind Being called upon to help the gods, was something Stephen Strange had never imagined. The Egyptian pantheon was having some difficulties with their human avatars after a colossal battle involving Khonshu and Ammit. Even though the god Heka was their magical deity, Stephen was completely and utterly human. "Your assistance is greatly appreciated, Stephen Strange. " The Egyptian god of magic nodded in reverence to the natural magical skill that Strange possessed.Stephen placed his right fist into his open palm and bowed in respect. "It was my pleasure. Your avatars should fare better in the long run."The suntanned features of the Egyptian turned upward into a handsome smile. "You'd do well as my avatar, Stephen Strange. You should consider it."Having taken a few steps away from the god, Stephen grinned sheepishly. He began to open a portal back to the Sanctum Sanctorum. "With all due respect Heka, I'll stay as I am. That's enough to keep me busy for ages to come." He chuckled as he stepped into the portal.~*~Stephen stepped through the portal into the salon where the main steps to the Sanctum led upstairs. "Wong?" Usually there was some kind of noise that came from somewhere. This quiet was very unnerving. Stephen crossed his arms in a battle ready pose. His hands radiated with the glowing magical runes as it always did when he was ready to fight. "Wong?"His call was met this time by a ninja covered in dark clothing with his eyes barely revealed. Stephen met the kick of the would be assassin with a well placed block that tossed the man to his feet. The ninja raced away from Stephen only to disappear in a puff of smoke. This had been a diversion intended to keep him occupied. Terror etched into his features deeply. Where was Wong?Stephen lowered his hands and propelled himself magically through the floors one by one until he finally arrived at where the Sorcerer Supreme was locked in battle. There was a group of four ninjas that where all using various weapons on him. Strange fired a bolt of magical energy at one that was attacking Wong from behind. The energy struck its intended target, sending him to the heat of the desert right at the feet of Heka. Stephen fired another blast at yet another ninja sending yet another to Heka.Wong was weary in his battle yet never faltered. With Strange back from Egypt, the battle was nearly won. The Sorcerer Supreme bound one foe with a magical chain to the closest wall. The last was set to attack Wong but found a perfectly timed roundhouse kick to the jaw that knocked him unconscious. "It's about time you showed up." Wong scolded Strange. "Where did you send the other two?"Strange let out a snort that marked his amusement. "I got back as soon as I could. Khonshu and his avatar may have stopped Ammit, but she got her licks in against Horus and the other. They should be back on track again with no problem. As for our two house guests, I sent them to Heka. I think the Nile crocodiles are hungry this time of year."Wong looked as though he was proud but hid it poorly. "I have these two here and they will be punished for attacking the Sorcerer Supreme." Wong took his position seriously. It was too serious on occasion for Stephen who simply smirked at him."Do you know where they're from?" Stephen asked curiously. There were plenty who would want to kill the Sorcerer Supreme, but there was something about all this that told Stephen there was much more to the story."Yes. I do. Merlyn sent them." Wong held up a hand to stop Stephen's question. "Malcolm Merlyn found his way to Kamar-Taj as a young man. He had lost everything. He was searching for peace, or so he told The Ancient One. Needless to say, that was a lie.""This is personal with Merlyn isn't it?" Stephen surmised. It was obvious by his vocal infections that this Merlyn had meant something to Wong.Wong bowed his head and closed his eyes. "Malcolm Merlyn and I were in Kamar-Taj at the same time. We were like brothers." They undertones told Stephen all he needed to know."Where is he?" Asked Strange. He had just gotten back from Egypt, but he was ready to go anywhere for his friend and mentor Wong."Last I knew, he was in Star City. He was the new Demon's Head of the League of Assassins." Wong took Strange's arm. "Please be careful.""Aren't I always?" He replied with that irritating yet charming grin he always had. Strange stepped away from Wong and started to open a portal. Star City was on the other side. Stephen had no idea what he was walking into, but he usually never did. He had to see this Merlyn for himself.  message back comment back group rps my profile

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05/11/2022 11:03 PM 

๐ŸŒฌ๐ŸŽ Wind Dancing Queen's Rules ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŒฌ
Current mood:  accomplished

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Demonic Soul

05/11/2022 10:41 PM 

Cover Ft. King

Prompt: Cover Featuring: King // Mentions: Morningstar  He’d been gone a whole week. No contact with anyone. Except Lucifer. Because that bastard had sent him on a wild goose chase. At the end of the day Julian returned home with nothing but more bumps and bruises. Thankfully no blood was shed this time. At least not Julian’s. It was late when Julian finally set foot into his own apartment, not surprised to see the light on already. After all he’d left without a word to King so it was only normal after the fiftieth message that King was possibly going to be at his place when he arrived or would appear later on in the night. A quick look at the calendar he always kept by the front door showed that it wasn’t a night that King needed to work. So no skipping work like he had done last time. “Honey I’m home.” Julian called out, a teasing lilt to his voice. When no answer came he frowned. Normally there would be rushed footsteps, a familiar ball of sunshine launching himself at him with a ‘Good. You’re safe’ on his lips but nothing. He moved quickly yet quietly in the house. Maybe King forgot to turn off the lights before he left? Unlikely. The man was just so considerate. Sometimes it made him sick to his stomach. How could someone just be so damn kind and sweet all the time? Unnaturally. It really was.There. On his couch. Lay King. Asleep. Letting out the breath he hadn’t noticed he was holding, Julian relaxed. He moved quietly over to the other, rolling his eyes. “Could have slept on my bed you know. It wouldn’t be the first time.” He bent down, carefully positioning his own arms: one arm under King’s shoulders and the other under his knees. On a count of three he stood up with the other in his arms, hushing him softly when King made a noise as if to complain. Thankfully the other stayed asleep as he laid him down and covered him up with the blanket: chuckling when the other seemed to bury himself further in the blanket. Fingers found their way into the other’s hair before Julian realized it: pushing it out of King’s face. He froze at the realization before letting another breath out when King didn’t do more than just shift slightly. Good. Julian didn’t feel like explaining before a hot shower just what he had been up to. Or see the hurt look in King’s eyes that he hadn’t even thought about telling King. Not that it hadn’t crossed his mind to message King and let him know he was safe and sound he just didn’t have time. The bastard he’d been tailing had been a handful. One he’d lost in the end but that was a lecture he’d get from Lucifer on another day. Preferably after he slept for at least a few hours. Slipping into his bathroom, he shucked off his clothes: not caring in the slightest on where they ended up. They were going in trash either way: too much blood on them. He didn’t want to waste valuable energy on trying and most likely failing to get stains of blood out.The shower felt good on his sore body but eventually the hot water ran warm and he had to shut it off and get out. He made quick work of drying off before putting on a pair of clean clothes that he always kept in the bathroom in cases like this. When he returned back to his room, King was still asleep. While his body was tired, Julian still had work to do. He would have to find a new lead on who Lucifer wanted taken care of since he lost him. Slipping in the chair at the small desk he kept in his bedroom, he pulled the closest folder to him and flipped it open. Julian didn’t know how much time had passed when he heard the first rustling of his guest moving. Probably situating himself better. Before Julian had always been tense around King but after some time that tenseness went away and he got comfortable. So comfortable in fact that he didn’t notice that King hadn’t been just moving but getting out of bed until he felt warmth leaning against his back. “Gone for a whole week….only to keep working.” “You should still be asleep.” This type of thing tended to happen a lot. “You know….a ‘King, I’ll be gone for a while’ would have been nice.” “Oh do I detect a hint of anger, dear King?” The soft hit on his arm finally had Julian gently pushing the other off of him and stretching: feeling his back pop in a couple of places from how he had been bent over his desk.“Not angry. Just a bit worried. It’s not like you to ignore my texts. You actually tend to write back as soon as I send it your way. As if you are waiting for me to text you.” Julian arched a brow, “Obviously a coincidence.” “Each time?” He nodded, “Yep! Each time.” While he enjoyed bantering back and forth it was getting a bit harder to keep his eyes open. He’d be able to get a few hours of sleep before his internal clock woke him up but something was always better than nothing. “I will be leaving again. Don’t know for how long this time. I’ll message you when I can.” “That’s much better.”

Demonic Soul

05/11/2022 10:40 PM 

"Blood? Are you bleeding?" Ft. King

Prompt: “Blood? Are you bleeding?” Featuring: King // Mentions: Morningstar and Dark  “F***.” Julian hissed, hand grasped around his right side: blood so dark it almost looked black leaking through his fingers. He knew he should have dodged right instead of left. Would have been out of the way of the sharp claws that had torn into his side. Just another night. Another wound. Another scar to add to the collection. No big deal really. An everyday occurrence for Julian. He kicked his apartment door closed behind him, not caring to lock the door for the moment. His door wasn’t his main priority right now. It was stitching up the claw marks in his side. Besides with his protection spells around there wasn’t a good chance anything could enter his home unless it was Ash or King. And Ash was off doing something while King should be working. He needed to stop the blood, stitch up the marks and see how bad the scarring could possibly be. If it had been done by a human there would be a good chance it wouldn’t scar up but with something that had what felt like acid on their claws when they swiped at you? Yeah not so lucky there. His bathroom light was bright in his eyes as he flipped the switch: hissing lightly as he crouched to rummage around for the first aid kit he kept underneath the sink. Opening it he made a mental note to buy more supplies. This week had been hell and he’d used more than he would normally. Next time Lucifer wanted something Julian was telling him to shove it up his ass and do it himself. Kit in hand, he grabbed a basin that he kept by the sink. It only took a few seconds to fill it up with warm water for after he was done. With the kit under his arm and the basin in one hand, Julian headed to his roomNot even bothering with the light switch, Julian placed the basin down before collapsing into the hard chair that he kept just for this particular reason. Blood was going to be a bitch to get out of the hardwood floors already: no need to have to worry about cloth at the same time. His shirt caught on the wounds which caused a small hiss to escape his clenched jaw. Tossing it into his wastebasket he proceeded to thread what he would need to stitch up his side. The first press of the needle through his skin was always the worst but after Julian zoned out and it was pretty easy. Sometimes the needle would catch which would hurt but it was nothing compared to the wounds that were stinging at the cold air in his room. “Julian!” He’d been so focused on the task at hand that he hadn’t heard his front door open. What was King doing here? A quick look at the digital clock on his bedside table told him what he already knew. King should be at work. Not here in his apartment. “Blood? Are you bleeding?” The slight panic he heard in King’s voice always caught him off guard no matter how many times he heard it towards him. His bedroom door opened and light from the outside hallway filled the room enough for Julian to see King standing in his doorway. Julian knew how it must look: the scene in his apartment. Blood that had been left behind in his moving towards the bathroom and then to his room, the bloody handprint left on his bedroom door clear as day to see.That didn’t compare to the sight he gave off. Himself sitting in a hard chair, shirt off, thread and needle in hand: one claw mark already stitched up, the second claw mark almost stitched up and the third and last mark had finally stopped bleeding. He blinked, before putting his attention back onto what he was doing as he pushed the needle through his skin. “You’re supposed to be at work.” Spoken so nonchalant as if Julian was use to this scene every day. This was the first time King had seen him having to stitch up his own wounds. “Julian! What happened?” King quickly moved forward, hovering over Julian. Worry came off of the other and almost seemed to suffocate Julian for a second: still not use to any of this. Even if it had been almost a year of them knowing each other. He never had this type of attention on him. Ash normally just stared for a second before telling him what he did wrong and could do right next time. Lucifer didn’t hover over him: instead he would tell Julian to be more careful. King was the only one. And while Julian was not use to it he couldn’t help but feel a bit grateful of it. “Don’t worry about it. You should be at work.” “I felt like something was wrong. I had to make sure.” Julian arched a brow, “So you snuck out of work?” “No no no. There was no sneaking out. I talked to who I had to. Don’t worry about it. What happened to you?”He wasn’t going to let it go, was he? Julian sighed, tying off the thread. “Those small scissors: cut this thread so I can start on the last one.” He watched King falter, as if he wanted to keep asking what happened but he seemed to know that Julian was more stubborn and wouldn’t utter a single word about what happened. “Fine. I’ll stop asking.” Julian smirked, smug with himself for being more stubborn then King. “Good. Now. Scissors.” A sigh from the other but finally he was complying as he grabbed up the scissors, snipping at the thread that Julian pointed to. “Are you okay though?” “Other than losing some blood? Having to clean it out of hardwood and making sure nothing followed me? Yeah I’m more then okay.” He restarted the thread in the needle before he was pushing it through to start on the last mark. “Should I make some coffee?” Julian laughed before teasing, “And a light meal would be nice since you are asking, honey.” “Only if you say please.” Julian scoffed, leaning forward to grin, “Please…and that’s the only time you’ll ever hear that word.” Finally a laugh escaped King and Julian considered his night done: he’d gotten King to stop worrying and as he watched the other’s retreating back he knew that maybe this type of thing wasn’t so bad every once in a while. Next time though: less blood definitely.

Commander.

05/11/2022 09:05 PM 

RP Info
Current mood:  calm

Read Please!  1. 18+ Writers only! I am 25+ and want my fellow writers to at least be old enough to vote.2. I write in 3rd person, past tense. 3. My version of Cullen is post-Inquisition. I do write him mostly canon to the games and books, however, I will also give him a little more depth, enhance his abilities, and give the guy a little more personality as a character.4. I am open to adult situations between our characters if it flows in the storyline and we complement each other's writing style. I won't force anything to happen if it isn't organic. 5. Have patience with my replies. Sometimes my replies are quick, other times they can take a bit to come through. It just depends on what I have going on IRL.6. I shouldn't have to say this, but keep RP and IRL -  S E P A R A T E! -  I am not Cullen. I only write as him. I don't want to know and I don't care about your IRL first-world struggles. Keep it out of RP.7. I'm a pretty laid-back person and very easy to get along with. I don't do drama, and I don't play favorites. If there's an issue, I expect it to be handled like mature adults. Do not bring me into drama.8. The storylines I have are completely separate from each other. Not one of them will bleed into another. They are separate and will remain that way.

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Spunky Girl Evie

05/11/2022 09:04 PM 

Soldier

One afternoon I said to myself,"Why isn't the enlistee more aged?"Never forget the vernal and early enlistee.I saw the the fearless aeroplane of my generation destroyed,How I mourned the fighter.Down, down, down into the darkness of the fighter,Gently it goes - the intrepid, the unfearing, the bold.I cannot help but stop and look at the cunning infantry.An infantry is clever. an infantry is sly,an infantry is tricky, however.Airman is, in its way, the heroic officers of skilled worker.Does the airman make you shiver?does it?How happy is the victorious commando!Are you upset by how successful it is?Does it tear you apart to see the commando so undefeated?I saw the the heroic crowd of my generation destroyed,How I mourned the army.Does the army make you shiver?does it?

The Siren

05/11/2022 08:25 PM 

The Siren Cora

The names Cora...don't really have a last name to give but the gist of it is I'm a siren not to be be mistaken for our relatives the mermaids. Sirens aren't sweet creatures and they feed on men and lure them with their singing. As for myself I was born some time in the 1500's on the coast of Australia. My packed moved to the coast line of mystic falls over the last few centuries and as the years went on however my mother and I escaped the pack came on land and adapted to human life. with this being said I'm open to all fantasy verses from the vampire diaries to all creatures of life. I'm a multipara writer and I'm extremely cocky so don't mind me giving attitude now and than. Hit me up if I'm up your alley I'm always looking for good writers

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05/11/2022 01:59 PM 

the way we fall | drabble

Pain. If you were to look it up in the dictionary, you would get "Noun. Physical suffering or discomfort caused by illness or injury" Would you like to hear a story? You can decide whether the action taken was necessary. This story, however, is my story and how I...fell.I was assigned  to watch over this human girl. I didn't want to. Human girls are complicated and make absolutely no sense most of the time. They are happy one second then sad the next. They like you then don't. It's frustrating. Why would they assign me someone like that knowing I had no tolerance for them. I can't be a guardian to someone I couldn't stand. Let me tell you, it didn't matter how much I protested, they wouldn't budge. I had to guide and watch other this girl. I sighed as dropped down from the Pearly Gates, I didn't know what was waiting for me down there. It didn't take me long to find the girl I had been assigned to. She had brown, shiny hair. When she smiled, it was as if she had seen her favorite person in the world. This girl was the most beautiful being I had ever seen. I knew instantly I had to know her. There was only one thing in my way. She couldn't see me. Humans can't see their Guardians.  I wouldn't let this stop me.  I inhabited a body of a young adult male. I thought this could be a good way to not only watch over her, but she could see me and I can actually talk to her. I knew it was wrong. I knew I was breaking rules... I'll save the story of how I introduced myself to her for a different day. For now, let's skip forward 6 months. I'm still possessing the body of this male and we were laughing and telling jokes while sitting in the city square. That's when she looked up at me with those beautiful green eyes and she told me she loved me. My heart, or well the body of the male I was using, heart was fluttering. I needed to tell her how I felt. It's been half a year, what would They do? They haven't  intervened so far. I told her I loved her and we shared our first kiss. Her lips were soft and warm. It was everything I had imagined. Then they were gone....I was back in heaven. Standing before the higher Angels. They told me my fate and in a blink they stripped me of the shirt I was wearing and grasped my wings. I pleaded and cried out trying to reason with them but my fate was sealed. With a grasp the ripped my wings from my back leaving me in agonizing pain. I was laying on the ground crying out in pain while they left me, taking my wings with them.  It felt like I was engulfed in fire. Hot, searing pain covered my body, especially my back. I can't tell you how long I was laying there until someone had come back but this time they began to drag me away and out the Pearly Gates. They tossed me aside like garbage and just watched as I was slowly descending back down to be with the humans...They stripped me of my wings and status, forcing me to live with the humans forever. An Immortal with these people. So tell me, is it the ending I deserve?  

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05/11/2022 11:58 PM 

Alone

A l o n e It had been less than a month, less than a month since Lorraine's entire world had stopped, since everything around her seemed to stand still. All the events happening just didn't feel real. It all felt like a bad dream, one from which she couldn't wake no matter how badly she wanted to.Lorraine had lost him, Ed. As anyone might have guessed Ed's heart troubles after his heart attack only got worse and one night he just slipped away in his sleep. Lorraine had no idea that night that her life, family, and the entire world would change. That in the morning nothing would be the same and she would experience the greatest loss in her life.Since losing Ed, Lorraine had been a mess. Though she tried to keep it together for their children Judy and Drew, when she was alone it was much harder to do so. Especially in the bedroom she had once shared with Ed. Where so much of their love had taken place.Without Ed life felt numb, and Lorraine felt empty. Like she was in a daze. Every night she went to bed just hoping tonight would be the last night of this dream. When she'd wake in the morning Ed would be there beside her or in the bathroom shaving or downstairs trying to make breakfast so she could sleep.Since Ed's death, Lorraine hadn't dared sleep in their bed. She had even left it unmade, the way it had been the last time they were together. By 4 am Lorraine was finally ready to pass out and attempt sleep. Closing her bible she moved to tuck it beneath her pillows. She then grabbed a nearby blanket to cover herself before laying back. She now spent her nights sleeping on the window seat, again still unable to bring herself to sleep in the bed.Laying there, looking out the window, watching the rainfall. Heaving a heavy sigh she closed her eyes tightly, not wanting to start crying yet again. She laid there for nearly an hour before the sounds of the rain finally lulled her to sleep. Unfortunately when Lorraine did wake all would still be as it was. This was her new reality, a life without Ed.   template credit.    

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05/11/2022 11:11 PM 

I like me better when I'm with you.

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It was the world's opportunity for relief, a chance to take a collective breath before the new day started, and it was an opportunity for sleep and dreams to wash away the anxieties and fears of the long day before. When she was awake at that time, it always seemed beautiful and exceptional since she was defying the universe's rules with no consequences other than the exhilaration of believing she was the only one awake in the whole globe. Betty had previously believed this to be true when she was younger. Before she understood the rotation of the world, time zones, and physics principles, she assumed that when she was up in the wee hours of the morning, everyone else on the planet must be sleeping. She was wrong.In their bed, it seemed like the world was tucked away, or at least their own small slice of it beneath the roof of their house, with the dog snoozing on their living room rug, unawakened by anything save the tiniest twitch of his ear, and the cat sleeping on their bedside table next to them. He and she were the only two souls on the planet, which was a familiar comfort to her whenever they had time alone together at home. Still, the other half of her soul had hunkered down in his office upstairs in an attempt to meet an impending deadline for publishers who were hounding him for the last few days of the month. After that, it was down the hallway that she walked, her socks silent on the carpet as she made purposely delicate steps to the lit doorway in an effort to sneak a glance in the hope that green eyes would catch her in the act as she was doing so. When she reached for the doorframe, her fingers delicately clutched the frame of the door, dragging herself into the frame of vision barely up to her nose. But instead of the intense rush of hiding and seeking, she was filled with a molten warmth by the image before her. It was the sole source of light in the tiny room, where shadows were thrown on the desk and bookcases around him. The desk lamp blazed brilliantly, and it was the only source of light in the room.He was still wearing his beanie, which was a little askew as curly hair burst up from the perpendicular angle at which he was perched atop the cluttered desk he was sitting at. It was also black on the screen of his laptop, which was in the same state of slumber as the author, who was sitting in front of it with his arms crossed to support his head. Although it was uncommon for her to get a peek of him napping, as the roles were usually reversed as he frequently watched her sleep before they both awakened for the day, she treasured the brief glance as a private moment with no one else to share it with. As she walked gently into the room, she made sure not to disturb his sleep. She turned on the light at the foot of the bed to envelop him in darkness and provide him with more tranquility for as long as his body would allow him to take the well-deserved rest he so plainly needed.She couldn't resist the temptation and gently removed the hat from his head, folding it tenderly and placing it on the desk next to him, on top of a stack of manuscripts he hadn't had a chance to go over yet. She stroked her fingers through his hair with loving care, allowing her lips to move away from his forehead as she leaned in to kiss him just above his hairline. It wasn't enough to jolt him awake; all he needed was a reminder in his dreams that she was there and that he was cared for. She took another long look, wanting to capture the moment's memory before leaving the room and tucking the door softly closed behind her, leaving it open only a sliver to keep the sound of the latch from waking him. She took another long look, wanting to capture the memory. She headed back down the hall to their bedroom in search of her journal to commemorate the feeling of this moment, to give thanks to the universe for allowing her to steal a glimpse of its' peaceful limbo. I knew from the first time,

Godfather

05/10/2022 08:15 PM 

Alliance

Allies- Kalu the Hutt Neutral- Enemies- If you want to make an alliance feel free to message me! I am the owner of the Bloods Gang, and Bloods Club!

Godfather

05/10/2022 08:03 PM 

Club Hiring!

Bartenders: Alixia Waiters/Waitresses: Cooks: Bodyguards: Dancers: Briana Card Dealers: There will be more openings on whatever I think about on. There is some groups out there. I will not ask you to put a group name Bloods on your display name only on header. If the account is deleted the name will be gone. You have a free choice to leave the ground nobody will go after you unless you threatened us. First will be on here but not url unless you ask!

Emily

05/10/2022 07:48 PM 

Optional Task #11

Dear Mother,Yes, I used mother. When I was younger, we were close. But as I entered middle school, everything changed. I'm not talking the typical teenage girl angst. It was then that I learned you kept a blind eye to my father having affairs. You then decided to drink every night, leaving me on my own. To fend for myself. Why? You were feeling sorry for yourself? Well what about me?! I still needed you.  I am over the fact that you all but abandoned me. I'm doing fine now, if you even care. This is goodbye. You'll never hear from me ever again: I'm cutting you out of my life, for good.-Mackenzie 

Bowie

05/10/2022 12:24 PM 

ADDITIONAL TASK 95

Star Sign Aesthetic(Including what links to Bowie's personality traits) 

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05/10/2022 12:15 PM 

rules.

001: respect my ideas and don't steal them. pretty simple. people are smart enough to know when an idea is theirs and when they are just stealing from others. DON'T.002: writer is demisexual and thus wholly uninterested in any ship that has no real basis in story. you push, you get deleted. you keep adding, I'll block you. no one likes forced ships. knock it off, alleged adults.003: I'm not interested in ooc talking, unless its about discussing a plot. its boring, I'm not like the people who use others faces just for a little attention here a few hours a day. write, or get off the pot, so to speak.004: too much triggering ooc stuff will land you deleted. that includes supporting problematic FCs. stop making stupid people famous, and paying them to destroy our planet while you do. 005: two faced ooc behavior will land you deleted. I'm tired of the normalized fake Kartrashian bs. you either show people love, or don't. no need for the passive aggressive bullsh*t.006: you added? you wanna write? you write the starter. tired of people using the fact that they reached out first as an excuse to not put in effort for a starter. you are the one who added, take some responsibility in that.007: no, I'm not interested in joining your rpg.




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