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ℓυηαя gυαя∂ιαη

09/21/2022 06:22 PM 

Guidelines | Rules

Disclaimer: Isn't Visery's or Harry Loyd and don't claim to be him, Just borrowing his face for a OC of mine. Kera's backstory is of my own idea's in my own mind, AU idea's were imspired by the Movie Legend and The Never Ending Story (1st One ) Discussed Storylines: This is fine by me though I ask that you don't leave all of the coming up idea's up to me and you just follow along and show no effort of replies on you're end. If and when I ask if you have any suggestive idea's of a storyline, you respond with that you do everything and anything, I will delete and block their asses. Someone who gives that type of response tells me they were too lazy to read the brief bio I have there and lazy as f*** not to give any idea's of there own. If you're going to be lazy like that piss the f*** off and get out of my sight.Starters: I will send out a few though that doesn't mean that i will be sending them to everyone all the time. If you have a workable starter and have written with me before then you're more then welcome to send a starter my way. Don't request me and expect me to send the starter when you're too lazy as f*** to send one yourself.Replies: Please Don't hound or harass me for responses,  I have more then 1 page, I have two irl furbaby cats irl, I'm abit of a PS4 gamer and live stream on twitch when i feel like it. If you don't have the patience span of longer then a week then piss the f*** off and get the f*** outta my sight. I will not be told when to be expected to respond to someone, if you expect me to reply to you within a week or be removed, f*** you and f*** off.Connections: Members Of Hale Pack | Derek's Pack, I have a right to be selective of accepting those as mains outside of the pack, If you're a hater of mine or my bestie then piss the f*** off and f*** off too, we aren't going to be chased off the site just because haters don't like us, Those who like the block button just because they overuse it and misunderstand us for those who we aren't F*** YOU AKA NBH GROUP!  🖕🏻😁🖕🏻

Open

09/21/2022 05:56 PM 

Owes and connections

Owes:I owe:You owe me:Connections: Charlotte:  Charlotte discovers the truth behind Gaia's fathers death.  Lottie and Gaia, have a protective relationship with each other, and find comfort with each other.darcy:  The two are work neighbors,  and support each others businesses. Gaia keeps a watchful eye over her businesses.. 

Bloody Vαleɴтιɴe

09/21/2022 04:24 PM 

The big break ; Trigger warnings

"I told you, you can't hide from me girl." A large figure stood in the doorway of the rickety cabin. He was in shadow as his deep brown eyes scanned around the room. "No one ever does." he practically cooed those words as he took a step inward. A flash off moonlight cut across his face to revel some of his features. He had a large gash across his cheek that was bleeding, and he had the intensity of a hunter written on his face. He took another step this time his boot snapped a twig that echoed through the entire space. "Here piggy, piggy." he cackled and took another step. His large hands were wrapped around an ax the handle stained in crimson. "You know the longer you hide the worse it's gonna be on you girl." The brunette was under the table. There was a chair and a few boxes in front of her, but she had a small view of the room. She placed her hand over her mouth to try and quit down her erratic breathing. Her hair was dry and sticky from caked blood.  Skin dirty and sweaty and her clothes nothing more than a pair of blood stained underwear. She had no shoes and her feet reflected that with their many cuts and scars. Tears were streaming down her face, and her body shook in fear. This was the only chance she had gotten to get away, and she feared what would happen if he caught her. Her blue eyes peered out of the small opening, she couldn't see him any longer had he gone? No, she would have heard him leave. She pulled away and tried to rest her head against the wall. She had a moment of rest but it was followed by excruciating pain. She screamed as she reached up to grab at the hands that were pulling her off the ground by her soiled hair. "I told you I would find you." he squealed in delight as he raised her three feet from the ground and threw her to the wall on the other side of the room. "Now what did I tell you about getting away from me?"  He came closer this time he pulled her up by her arm and drug her out of the cabin kicking and screaming. "No one can hear you bitch." he growled the rage in him now showing. He kept dragging her in the dirt till he came to a large tree. He chained her wrist to a pair of cuffs that hung from one of the branches. He placed the ax on the ground and then went to work hitting her across the face. Each blow making contact and each blow made a spill of blood. When he had enough he went over to his ax and picked it up with purpose. "I'm done with you." He said as he swung with all his might. The ax made contact with her abdomen cutting her body clean in two. A mess of blood and entrails fell to the ground as he walked away.""CUT AND PRINT" The director stood from his chair. "That's a wrap everyone good work." everyone on set began to cheer.  "Cecilia you were great." The director walked over and helped remove her hands from the cuffs. "Thanks." she smiled. "I know that ax is fake but I swear it gets me every time." She looked at an assistant who was handing her a robe which she happily accepted. "Listen Cece, I wanted to talk to you." Frank motioned her to follow him over to his chair. "I think it's time for you to actually be the star of the movie instead of just a victim." He placed a script in her hand. "Howling Moon. It starts shooting in a month and I want you to take the lead." Cece looked at the script in her hands and smiled so wide it could have lit of the night sky. "Are..are you serious?" she looked up at Frank who gave her a nod. "No need for a screen test I already know you are the one I want. So what do you say?"Looking down in her hands once again to look at the script with the name "Howling moon" across it. This was her chance she thought, this was all she had worked for coming true. "Frank." She said looking up. "I'm your girl."

𝓢𝔥𝔞𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔡

09/21/2022 02:31 PM 

Μιλα καποιος Ελληνικα?

Αν ναι, τοτε παρακαλω καντε με add, θα ηθελα πολυ να γραψω με καποιον στη γλωσσα μου, δυστυχως σε ολα μου τα χρονια δεν εχω βρει πολλους σε αυτου του ειδους τα σαιτ.Ευχαριστω

𝒮𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉💞𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁

09/21/2022 01:25 PM 

Melody's rules

Melody's Rules  ❖ Because there are a lot of sickos, drama queens and toxic people around here, I have decided to make a list of rules that you should be aware of before RPing with me. If you break any of these rules, nothing will happen the first time, if you do it a second time, you will be deleted and blocked. 1.- I am a Para to Multi Para RP and sometimes, I can write Novella, it all depends on how my muse is at that moment. I hope you understand.2.- I love to Banter. It's a lot of fun to do those little PRs in messages when you don't feel like writing big stops. So, banters are more than welcome on my page.3.- Another very important point is the sickos. I don't accept any kind of rp smut or sexual swearing towards my character, she is just a girl, don't be disgusting. I take this rule very seriously, there is no tolerance level for this. If you break this rule, you will be blocked and reported. 4.- I like IC drama but I will not tolerate OCC drama for any reason. I can't stand drama queens or toxic people, so stay away from my page if you are that kind of person.5.- I have my writing group where I keep track of all my storylines and drabbles. I do not RP in messages. In comments rarely but I definitely prefer to RP in groups. I hope you understand. 6.- I don't like people who always criticize when you make a spelling mistake. Please, we are human and there is no need to be so grouchy about it. My native language is not English and sometimes I miss a typo. Don't be Nazis.7.- My verse is mostly based on X-Men with an original twist, so it's not quite canon, so to speak. Melody belongs to a story created by an excellent writer who is my friend but we are very influenced by X-Men, so I could say we belong to that verse.8.- I love crossovers. I think they are very interesting to RP, so they are more than allowed on my page9.- HAVE FUN! 

𝒮𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉💞𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁

09/20/2022 09:07 PM 

The mutants of MRO

Melody Angel (3rd Generation): ProfileMisty (5th Generation): Profile

🌹 τнє вєαυτყ 🌹

09/20/2022 08:48 PM 

The Not so Innocent Seer

  The Not So Innocent Seer AU from the Group I’m In But Also reflects to how I also see Elain   **Inspiration credit to this TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRakHJU3/  **   Elain was in one of the dining rooms of the River House fixing flowers that she had just picked into a vase. These were pink roses, pink roses were one of her favorite roses which meant grace and beauty but with those thorns they were still so dangerous.    Beauty and dangerous.    Words that described her, words that only she and perhaps only N and C knew fit her perfectly.    The door swung open and Rhsyand came in, giving him a small smile before going back to her flowers, figuring he was just walking through the house until he began to talk, causing her to briefly pause in rearranging the flowers.    “I have some questions for you,” his voice was almost accusatory and she couldn’t help bit stand a bit higher.    “I made mistakes and you put your foot down from what I heard,” Elain said, keeping her voice steady, frowning at one flower and snipping off the end of it before putting it back in the vase.    “I’m not here to talk about, Az,” he replied in that whatever manner he tried to do to get what he wanted.    “Then what do you need me for? Dinner will be reading in about an hour, I believe.”   “I need your help,” Rhysand said, waving his hand and leaning on the fireplace.    “With what?,” Elain asked, measuring another stem and cutting it off.    “What do you know about multi-universes?”   Elain kept snipping as he said that. She pressed her lips together as she shrugged, “That they are out there and Nesta’s new sweet friend, Gwyn, has been working on it with the other priestess,” pausing for just a moment, she continued. “I have my own thoughts on it after a few dreams.”    She could feel Rhysand studying her as he said, “We have a visitor and we need help seeing into things. Are you up for it?”   Elain looked at her flowers as her finger pricked a thorn. A flash of white went through her vision before he spoke again.    “Well? Will you help us?” Rhysand had now pushed off the fireplace coming closer to her.   “Oh now you want my help,” she let out a rueful chuckle, “Did you get Nesta to sign off on me getting more interesting?” Elain asked before sucking on her finger to stop the blood.    Rhysand gave her a smirk, “I’m High Lord, I don’t need permission from her, but it is up to you. I know you’ve been wanting to help.”    Elain gritted her teeth some, yes wanting to help, but not helping how she wanted. How she thought it would be best. She put on a black dress that wasn’t even right for her. It drained her and made her feel like she was part of the Night Court.    She couldn’t stomach what the Hewn City was but she went and when she went she realized everyone was playing a game, no one was giving hopes or giving dreams, it was the High Lord’s dream, it was the inner circle’s dream.   Yes technically she was in the inner circle but she was just among it. Making people happy and living in the shadows or being overly protected.    “Of course, I’ll help, Bryce.” she said and as soon as she said it she knew she messed up.    “I never told you her name, Elain…”   “You didn’t?” she asked as she tilted her head a little and looked at him, before gripping the rose in her hand and not caring about the thorns pulsing in her palm.    She didn’t care anymore as she felt the rush of power through the room and the doors sealing shut.    “Oh locking me up like Nesta and what Tamlin did to Feyre, Rhysand? I thought you were better than that,” Elain stated as she tossed the rose to the table and looked at him.    “Surprised that I’m not just what I seem to be? Oh wait…you and Feyre are already peacing that together. One sister at a time wasn’t it?” Elain raised an eyebrow.    N and C had helped her go with the shadows, know how to go with the skills that were ingrained in her.    “You don’t care to really know what is really going on with me for my own sake, just the sake of your court, your High Lady.”  she said as her eyes flashed a little.    “I would say my sister, but I don’t even know what I am anymore. I see her when she just needs company nothing of substance, Nesta didn’t want anything with me, so where was I supposed to go but here with you all, then you bug into the life I’m trying to give.”    Elain took a breath and watched as she knew Rhysand was using his magic to ward things, “I’m not going to be a f***ing doll on the self, a pawn piece. I have my own life. My own life to live and the things I have saw and still see.    All I want to be is in a non dark place, in a place full of spring time, full of flowers, a place full of life, not of restricted life and the way you want, but maybe I should listen to one vision I saw and be the bringer of what he wants,” her breathing racing as she kept her eyes on him.    “I used to hold on to hope. I took the position that my mother used to be for my father, the one to lean on and give him grace. I tried to give hope. I gave Feyre paints because I knew she loved them, Nesta the companionship she had at courts. I held on to hope that things would be better and they were for a moment in time but it was all fake, the love I had thought I had was shambles, my sister’s lost to other members whom they now claim as family.”    She watched as Rhysand started to say something but she held up her hand, “No…you don’t get to try to reason your way out of this. You will not get to sideline me for my feelings, I’m tired of my feelings to be just brushed under the rug and not really matter, but just an inconvenience for everyone.    I don’t even know who I am but I know I don’t belong here, he at least cares even if I’m going against him now.”    Rhysand finally spoke with, “Who is he…”   Elain laughed ruefully, “Don’t worry you will know soon,” and with that she closed her eyes and did something she hadn’t done since the battle of Hybern, since she was in the shadows with the dagger and she winnowed away and out to a place that offered her shelter, offered her a place of renewal, and promise.    Even if it wasn’t what she saw in dreams, of a garden full and ready to open towards her with open arms.    As she got to the lake she breathed out, tears falling down her face as the anger and feelings just all left her. A voice in her head calmly spoke to her as she gazed at the lake.,    “You are safe here. You have come to a place at your own choosing and we will make sure no one else will hurt ou again or make you feel lesser than. Tho you know you have to be punished for not doing as you were told.   Of Not waiting.”    Elain nodded, “I understand,” she said as she breathed to calm down.   “Good, well then, let’s get you ready for your true self, my Wither and Bloom.”    A flash of white happened again and Elain heard the words from Rhysand as he asked her the familiar question, as she was pulled from the vision. The vision that showed her the path she could take or twist.   “Well? Will you help us?” Rhysand had now pushed off the fireplace coming closer to her.   “Sorry, I cut my finger with a thorn and it pulled me from the conversation. It hit an old wound,” licking her lips she looked at Rhysand, the opportunity to be free of the anger and the feelings inside of her was there, but she couldn’t take it, not yet.   He would lock her up like he did Nesta. For a man who hated  it being down to his own mate, he had no problems locking other people up when they needed help, or were just themselves.    “Of course. Lead the way,” her voice soft as she put her flowers down, leaving the shears and following him out.    She would do as the cauldron wanted, be it’s lover as it loved her. Loved her for her innocence and the way to disappear into things. To see all even without her powers.    As she saw Bryce’s red hair, she smiled, if the cauldron wanted her and the horn to be together along with the trove, it couldn’t be bad…could it?    She only flinched and was truly afraid when Bryce talked about a salt bath and putting her under the water to see. That's how her seers could see into things.    Elain didn’t want to do that, not another thing of water, not water and blindness. She knew her face showed fear, but she said, “I’ll do it. After all, I am here to help.”    “Yes, I promise it’ll all be over soon. Think of all that you can share with me,” she heard the voice. The voice she always thought was the cauldron’s who helped guide her and after all, what was she to do after using it where it was destroyed and rebuilt again.   

Castiel

09/20/2022 05:11 PM 

Poetry
Current mood:  confused

I write poetry when I have a moment to myself, being an INFJ makes me a bit far out there sometimes and yes "my people skills are rusty"

Mermaid Christine

09/20/2022 04:24 PM 

Mermaid abilities

  Freedom of Breath The one thing all mermaids have in common is freedom of breath. No matter where they appear in storytelling, mermaids do not need to worry about holding their breath whether they are deep below the sea or on dry land. They might be able to breathe water and air, have some kind of special gills, or simply not need to breathe at all. Sometimes this ability comes from a spell, but it is usually an inherent ability all mermaids are simply born with. Humans who have transformed into mermaids through various means will often immediately acquire this powerful ability alongside their transformation, sometimes even before their body changes to the typical mermaid form. Speech with Animals Mermaids are often portrayed in vast and beautiful undersea kingdoms, teeming with all kinds of aquatic life. Many of these regal mermaids are capable of speaking to all the sea life around them. Dolphins, fish, seahorses (often of giant size), crabs, and even sharks are all common companions to mermaids. Some depictions of this ability allow direct speech between a mermaid and her animal friends with full conversational ability just as if they were all speaking the same language. Other versions of the power act more like an empathetic link which binds mermaids to the thoughts and feelings around them such that they are capable of “speaking for the sea”.  In other tales, mermaids may lack the ability to understand their animal companions but are capable of issuing either spoken or telepathic commands to control as a regular person might control a dog or a horse. Transformation In many stories, mermaids are capable of finding their way onto dry land through various methods. One of the primary ways mermaids meet and interact with populations of humans (outside of sailors, of course) is by transforming into a human form. Some mermaids have this ability innately, while others interact with alchemical potions or magical spells. These transformations can be brief or long-lasting and they may be done at-will or require preparation, depending on the story. Hypnosis & Enchantments Mermaids are among the most beautiful creatures in folklore and mythology. There are countless stories of men at sea who have fallen madly in love with mermaids, even without any spells, charms, or supernatural abilities. Mermaids don’t simply rely on their natural charisma, grace, and beauty, however. Mermaids are capable of easily controlling the minds of men through various methods. Most commonly, this is done through singing. Mermaids (much like sirens) are often capable of casting their voice many leagues away to lure in hapless sailors, travelers, or merchants who might come seeking out their source. Often, this alluring song is harmless and mermaids simply perform the action for their own amusement. As with any person, though, some mermaids are more malevolent and the men caught in their song are ultimately doomed. .Hydrokinesis Hydrokinesis is the supernatural ability to control water. Many mermaids are capable of this in various different forms. For example, a mermaid might be able to create a current of water around herself to propel herself faster than she would otherwise be able to swim. Alternatively, water can be manipulated into waves or whirlpools, sometimes even to a massive size. Mermaids may even be able to move large amounts of water freely without any restraints or even conjure water from nothing. Stormcalling Along with controlling water, some powerful mermaids are even capable of controlling the forces of nature as a whole. Mermaids can be capable of calling up maelstroms at sea and sinking a vessel or even an entire fleet with their powers. On the other hand, mermaids are also capable of seeing a ship through the most intense of storms by calming the seas around the ship they are protecting. For some mermaids, this effect is permanent and they may be followed by a perpetual storm which rages around them wherever they go – or they may act as a permanent bastion away from dangerous weather.  

Mermaid Christine

09/20/2022 04:12 PM 

Christine becoming human starter

  The day started out normal for Christine. She woke up in her coral bed after dreaming mermaid dreams and headed out of the mercastle. She wondered where everyone had gone but still stayed there hoping someone would return.   She was joined soon by her seal pup Lily and they both went down to the seafloor to dig for seashells. Christine wanted to look for sunken ships to find shinies, but knew Lily was still skittish around that. Suddenly Lily squealed and swam off frightened by something.  “Lily!” Christine cried out forgetting everything else for the moment and swam off in the direction she thought Liy had gone, sending out her thoughts but getting no response.   Then Christine paused. Something was very wrong here. She could feel it. There was some presence in the water that Lily had sensed before she did. However, it was too late as Christine felt a sharp pain. It felt like her tail had been ripped apart.   Suddenly she could no longer breathe. She writhed trying to get to the surface, but it seemed as she could no longer swim. What was happening to her?   Luckily she hadn’t realized that the swirling currents had washed her up on a beach although even with the water running over where her tail used to be were her human legs. Chrisihad no time to wonder what had happened.She had passed out.  

Mermaid Christine

09/20/2022 04:10 PM 

Starter: Caught

   Christine got up from her coral bed in the mercastle and swam out of her room and out the door. She couldn’t tell how early it was ,but she was awake and she wanted to start hunting for seashells early.   She swam for a while and then surfaced and spotted land up ahead.Christine submerged and swam up closer till she could see a beach . It seemed to be deserted. Perfect, she thought. She resumed swimming up toward the sand , but didn’t go completely out of the water.   Right at the water’s edge she started searching the sand also digging in the sand to find some perfect shells. Even though the sea floor might have the best Christine had found several on an empty beach before.   So intent was Christine searching for shells that she didn't realize she wasn’t alone until it was too late. She felt a net falling on her and looked up into the leering face of a fisherman. He started pulling on the net to pull her out of the water. Christine flailed around and struggled, but just became more entangled as he pulled her out of the water.   As Christine was pulled completely free of the water her fin changed into a pair of legs which left her completely defenseless. She started to scream for all she was worth being dragged on the sand within the net. She continued to fight to get free until the fisherman struck her so hard Christine felt a sharp pain and then everything went black.  

🌸Gotham Princess🌸

09/20/2022 02:21 PM 

The Details

Name: HazelynnMiddle: MarthaLast: WayneNickname/s: HazelAge: 19.DOB: July 22ndSign: CancerOrientation: Straight/HeterosexualOccupation: Fashion Student, ModelHeight: 5'7"Weight: 112lb.Eyes: BlueHair: BrownBody: Slim & Slender, Fair Skin Tone.Tattoos/Piercings: No/Ears OnlyHobby/s: Photography, Taking Selfies, Making Clothes, Scrapbooking, ReadingPersonality: Sassy, Feisty, Clever, Defiant, Compassionate, Friendly, Sarcastic  

🌸Gotham Princess🌸

09/20/2022 02:05 PM 

The Rules

No Minors 21+ Only, character must be at least 18+No RL Drama here at anytime!!No oneliners or semi except for in banter.No God Mode at any point please and thanks.No stealing my ideas from my profile. No Harrassment of any kind allowed, I will delete you!Always 3rd person roleplay: She/Her.My writing length is para & multiple-para, nothing more or less for storylines!Do Not rush me for replies please and thanks.Understand that I have a life outside of Rp so please be patient for replies!Please don't add me if you won't Rp and/or chat with me, No friend collectors.I will delete people who don't Rp and/or chat after 30 days.Do not take my faceclaim pics, find your own pics, thank you.My character is STRAIGHT and this won't change, not sorry.Have some grammar skills when you write with me, effort is appreciated!If English is not your first language let me know before we Rp.Romance happens when it happens, DO NOT force it, and chemistry is a must. (Multi-LI profile).Please be kind and understanding, do not be mean and disrespectful!If you have any questions please ask them in messages at anytime :)  

detective byers

09/20/2022 09:53 PM 

love doesn't hurt

weekend challenge by road warrior. sometimes a lie is just a fib to get out of an outing but sometimes it's a sentence that can change your entire life. with that being said, what was the worst lie that your muse has ever told? or was ever told? how did they shape who they are, or how did it break everything they were? was it the sparky the goldfish was switched out with a new one when they were seven?trigger warnings: domestic/child abuse."Come on, Joyce, you know that I loved you. Baby, sometimes you just let your mouth get the best of you and I - you just need a reminder, sugartits. I didn't mean any harm with it getting physical, but you have a mouth like your mama. Come on, baby, we have dinner with some friends soon."Joyce Byers looked at herself in the mirror as the blood on the right corner of her bottom lip looked as if it was starting to dry, yet the metallic taste of the crimson colored blood faintly rested on her tongue. From the moment her mother pulled out of the driveway with Jonathan's carseat in the back, Lonnie unleashed the wrath of hell that he's never done before. Joyce was used to him screaming at the top of his lungs and even shoving her, but the way his fist came out of nowhere and knocked the blood literally out of her mouth was something that she never thought she'd experience.After watching her mother go through it for years, she never thought she'd end up in the same situation she was in - especially stuck in a loveless marriage with a child.Joyce turned the water on in the sink before she started cupping some of the cool water in her hands and splashing it on her face. Looking at herself in the mirror briefly once she splashed some of the water on her face, Joyce saw her bottom lip already starting to swell as a defeated sigh escaped her lips. She knew she was falling out of love with him, hell she wasn't even sure if she ever truly loved him, and she wanted nothing more than to just pack up her things and her son and leave. But, where would she go?She couldn't go back home, she made a promise to herself years ago that she'd never go back and live under that roof. And, even though her father was now gone, it was still the haunted memories that would make the nightmares feel more real than they already do that sealed the deal of her never staying there again.She couldn't exactly go to Hopper either, given he was still in Vietnam and probably wanted nothing to do with her was given Jonathan wasn't actually his as they both thought he'd be -- and he made it known how upset he was over it.She felt stuck, she felt broken, and no matter what she did she felt she always was going to be in this situation. But, even though she felt broken to a point where Jonathan was the only reason she would stay on this side of the dirt, she was never going to let Lonnie see how he broke her. Even if she had to spend nights in her car crying for an hour before she walked through the door, he would never see how he broke her here tonight."Joyce, come on. You know I love you"There's a lie he could've kept from telling, but once again she just took a deep breath and kept her comments to herself. They had dinner plans with some friends, and she knew if she opened her mouth and questioned his love as her mama did her father years prior, it would end in similar ways and Joyce didn't have time for that. But, things make sense now, why her mother hated Lonnie so much, yet her father all but worshiped the ground he walked on.She knew, as she shut the water off and grabbed a towel to dry her face, opening this door was accepting what happened earlier was going to be a normal thing in her life because it never happened just once, and Joyce would do anything and everything to keep Lonnie in Jonathan's life. Because, where he always wants to yell and treat Joyce like sh*t, he's such a good father to baby Jonathan, and Joyce couldn't tear that away from her son. She'd walk through the depths of hell to make sure her baby was taken care of, and if it meant she had to live with the devil herself to make sure her son had a stable father in his life - then so be it.If it breaks her mental health for the rest of her life, then so be it, but her son will know a better father than she ever did - hopefully. But, so help her on every God that's listening, Lonnie ever lays a hand on Jonathan she'll kill him on the spot and make it look like an accident. 

Ronnie.

09/19/2022 10:14 PM 

Owes;

Who i owe:Banyan Callaway 09.19.2022Morgan last 09.19.2022Sage Callaway 09.19.2022Peyton Holt 09.24.2022Who owes me: Name here Name here updated on 9.24.2022 



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