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Sweet Magnolia MOP

10/19/2020 11:39 PM 

Point System

Point SystemThis point system was created to be super simple to get the required points.  ONE POINT Post an IC status on the stream. This can be done two times a day. 2 points a day Share the daily post from the main page. 1point a day TWO POINTS Commenting on the daily post from the main page. Something like "Join us" to encourage new members. 2 points a day Commenting on each other's status posts. 2 points per status, not per comment Commenting on other member's photos. 5 comments a month for 10 points a month Commenting on other member's drabbles. Minimum of two sentences. FIVE POINTS Every reply that is sent. Replies need to be sent as a screenshot to the MOP for points to be tallied. Sending proof of a cleared owes list. This needs to be a screenshot sent to the MOP. The "May send twice a month for 10 points a month TEN POINTS Every starter sent. Starters need to be sent as a screenshot to the MOP for points to be tallied. Having a completed profile. All parts of your layout are filled in. Every drabble written. 1 per week may be submitted. Rules are subject to change

๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜‰๐˜–๐˜ โ„ข

10/20/2020 03:47 PM 

Superboy: Gone, But Not Forgotten

R E B I R T H  Despite finding his world had been rebooted, a process he was excluded from, business as usual was still just that. Over the course of a day and some hours, SUPERBOY had found himself caught up in an unlikely team-up with none other than Gotham City's very own BATMAN , working together in order to foil an evil that threatened Metropolis City . The culprit's plans, as well as the climax of the case, was coming to an end as the two closes in on the point of interest. Sprinting through the Lex Corp building's hallways.Batman: "Readings are picking up on a tremendous source of radiation that matches the strand of unusual fear gas we found. The abundance of kryptonite is spiking it... I'm not quite certain what Scarecrow has planned, but this unique variation could be lethal, even to you and Superman. We have to stop here." Batman informs as his high-end cowl studies the perimeter, pinpointing almost every bit of detail he could possibly want to know about area. Room temperature, body heat signatures, and of course the radiation readings. Meanwhile, Connor was scanning around, peering through layers to get an idea of just how many set explosives had been setup throughout the building. From what he was just told? Over three dozen too many for even a slither of comfort.Superboy: "He has this place littered with dirty bombs... They're not active, but there's a lot of them. Should I--"Batman: "No. We find Scarecrow, we stop them from ever activating. We'd only be wasting time. Or worse... they may detonate from contact." Bruce chimes in firmly, just before the two made a sharp turn into the widest hallway they've seen yet. A short distance away from a set of mechanical double doors. Prepared for just about any occasion, Bruce swiftly plucks out a decoding device and with a push of a button, the two are given clearance -- entree into the impressive laboratory inside. It's within stumble upon busy bodies moving objects about, and some armed and patrolling, but all them donning matching rags with an obvious theme behind it. With such linear passage, as well as the far from subtle noise from the doors, attention quickly falls upon the duo. Thug No.1: "We got company, boss!" Scarecrow: "Well, don't just stand around gawking, you dolts.. SHOOT them!!" The head-man himself bellows, and iron sights taking aim follows.  In the midst of such, Bruce & Connor were preparing to deliver a traditional beatdown. The bat drawing batarangs, the kryptonian posture by clasping a fist into an open palm several times. Both glaring without a trace of worry.Superboy: "Alright, all aboard the Ass Kicking Express. Get ready to get your tickets punched!" And with that, bullets went flying and the room began filling with the ratatatat's of gunfire. Connor used his telekinesis as a net-shield to catch the flying barrage of lead and moved in to take the majority focus, in addition to protecting and providing a window of opportunity to Batman. Seconds passed and bodies had gone flying every which way. A result of the unusual team punching, or even kicking, out every footsoldier that stood between them and Scarecrow himself. Knowing his numbers were quickly dwindling, he prepped a last ditch effort. The heinous sociopath just barely managed to finish before Batman got hold of him.   WHAM!The side of Scarecrow's face was harshly introduced into the nearest surface.[Countdown initiated. T-Minus 10 seconds...]Batman: "Shut it off, now! Or so God help me, I'll--"Scarecrow: "Ha! You'll what ? Waste valuable time? Ten seconds, Bats!"7..6..5..Superboy: "I got it!" The powerhouse clad in black assures and rushes up to cut the device free with his heat vision, take hold of it, and smash through the closest wall. All done within a 1.1 second. The young man ascends into the night sky with determination on his face.   Batman: "SUPERBOY!" After properly cuffing and securing Scarecrow, Batman hurries to peer out the Superboy-made hole in the wall. By the time he does, a distant, yet thunderous explosion erupts overhead. Illuminating the dingy sky with a vibrant and momentary green. Unknown of what had became of the kryptonian, nor having any means to contact him, Bruce instinctively calls out in concern. Leaping out into the city as he glides to ease his way to the city streets.Minutes later...Connor's consciousnesses began returning, albeit gradually. The trace of kryptonite had taken its toll on his body.  "Connor? Connor, can you hear me? You have to open your eyes.."Though somewhat muffled by his struggle to gather himself, that all-too-familiar voice came through clear enough. Through blurry vision, he studies where the source of the voice hails from -- a masculine figure clad in a suit that resembles his own in pattern, though it's a much more colorful variation.  Superboy: "Kal.. haah.. Kal-EL?" The youth breathes out, fatigued and nauseous. A side effect from the considerable amount of kryptonite he was exposed to. He makes an effort to sit up, but a sudden sharpness of pain cuts through his body and puts the notion on hold. All he could really do was lie there, grimacing and groaning pitifully in unusual pain.   "It hurts so much. . .""I know. You're hurt.. pretty badly. Just focus on breathing for now, Connor. Keep your eyes open for me." With his vision clearing up, he was finally able to make out the face of a beloved lost companion. A brother, and a father in a sense. A stream of blood trickle down from his lips, though the sight before his very eyes was all it took to bring a smile to his boyish face. Without any thought, any realization to question what he was seeing, the youth lifts a hand to reach for the other. Desperation, joy, and sadness drive his need. Suddenly, the man kneeling over him is outlined with a vibrant shade of crimson red. The formerly deceased Kal-EL reaches to take hand in his. Firm, yet compassionately. Kal stares with concern, but all he's consistently met with is that weak smile.  "It's really you. It's really you. . . ""Yeah, it's really me."  A response that warmed the boy's heart to an emotional crumpling point. Sniffling, his brilliant blue eyes began tearing up. A sharp inhale joining the fray of subtle weeping. Evidently, by the apologetic look on Kal-EL's face, it pained him to see the adolescent spilling tears so freely. It was clear as day Connor had been bottling up his struggles deep inside. So compelled, Kal-EL careful delves a hand underneath Connor's head, lifting and supporting him at a short angle. Then, leaning down, the symbol of hope places a kiss at the center of the other's forehead, following up by pressing Connor's head underneath the crook of his neck.  "Sorry--""It's fine. You did nothing wrong.""I'm just happy to see you again.""I couldn't even begin to express how much seeing you again means to me...""I missed you so much.""I missed you more, kiddo'." Yet another response that drew an even brighter smile across Connor's face. In the next moment, the two embraced one another. Staying as such for quite some time.. remaining so until the young man lost consciousness again.

Head Prat

10/20/2020 01:52 PM 


August 1984: Ministry of Magic July 1987: ScabbersSeptember 1 1987: Sorting Ceremony May 29, 1993: Message in bloodLate 1993: ManipulationAugust 25, 1994: Dark Mark May 25 / May 27 1995: Death of Crouch SnJune 1995: Trial and EndAugust 20, 1995: Fudge's OfferAugust 20, 1995: Leaving the BurrowAugust 21, 1995: LostAugust 21, 1995: Friendly AdviceAugust 22, 1995: 19th BirthdayDecember 1995: The Greater GoodDecember 25, 1996 Collateral damage May 2, 1998: Battle of Hogwarts [pt 1]May 2, 1998: Battle of Hogwarts [pt 2:]May 23, 1999: SlippingMay 23, 1999: BoggartMay 23, 1999: Shell CottageMay 24, 1999: The Daily ProphetOctober 1999: Rock bottomFebruary 07 2006: Molly Weasley II

Head Prat

10/20/2020 01:48 PM 

Percy's Facts/HC

Character Study: Percy Q&AAsk and TellRelationship StudyHead Canons:Hatstall MusingsRandom/FunWhat If

Head Prat

10/20/2020 01:46 PM 

Character Prompts

*These are in the order in which they were writtenWhy Can't you Listen... [Percy/Ginny]Just because you care...[Percy/Zoshia]I let you down [Percy/Ginny]Please, just let me go [Percy/Giles]Home [Percy/Molly]Fire [Percy/Zosh]Talk to me [Percy/Rose]Stop pretending [Percy/George]You said you'd be there [Percy/Rose]We're not the same [Percy/Ginny]Atonement [Percy/Lavender]In the Sky [Percy/Ginny]Whose side are you on [Percy/George]I can't do this anymore [Percy/Zoshia]Our little Secret [Percy/Crouch Jr]You're not okay [Percy/Molly]Collateral damage [Percy/Scrim]I love you [Percy/Penelope/Zoshia]Guilt and Grief [Percy/Molly]

Head Prat

10/20/2020 01:40 PM 

Connection Head Canons

Small Character HC's


10/20/2020 10:02 PM 

Activity Check - 10/18

Life in Valkery had always been difficult. Eden firmly believed that she was strong enuogh tosurvive, to be there for her friends and forget the chaos that ensued around her... but there wasonly so much a person could take. Lucy had fully taken over, his reign of tyranny spilled into the streetsand had found it's way in the homes of almost every Valkerian that dared stay this long. She had far agolost track of the loved ones she had lost. The sharp ache in her chest no longer soothed by the inebriatingeffects of day-drinking and optimism. This was no longer about how much she loved those that remained orhow stubbornly she wanted to protect them. The fact of the matter was that she was now choosing betweenlife and death...It took weeks to finally muster up the sanity to choose and run from Valkery to save her life. Her heart brokeat the thought of leaving anyone behind, especially the patients she had taken care of from the start. For as longas she could remember, Eden had always put others before herself. In the end, she would much rather give the shirtoff her back to a complete stranger than have to watch said person suffer for even a moment's time. Her mentalitymade it difficult to care about her life over others but she couldnt' deny that staying here was helping much, either.She couldn't fight. She couldn't protect herself or anyone else around her no matter how badly she wanted to. Really,all she was to the survivors now was a hindrance, and Eden refused to be that.The petite female cared less about the items of her home, making sure only to pack up her beloved feline taking a peakoutside to see if the coast was clear. To say that things have gotten worse would be an understatement.The air was hazy, polluted with the black smoke of burning bodies and debris from the destruction of Lucy's minions. Desperate survivors were running wild, some looting and some simply looking for a place to lay low so that theycould live to see another day. The brunette hugged her cat's crate close to her chest as tears pricked at the cornerof her mocha hues. Fear had settled like a heavy stone at the pit of her stomach, causing waves of nausea andcold sweats. Eden clamped her eyes shut tightly, whispering words of encouragement to herself in hopes that thiswould help her push forth. After several moments her eyes opened to peer back out her bay window. The streetswere still burning, there was still chaos but it was clear. This was her chance."Stay quiet, Orion. Whatever happens, we're going to get out of here." She whispered softly into one of the side holesof her cat's crate. An audible purr erupted from inside as he rubbed against the inside of the hard plastic container,encouragement that she desperately needed. Eden brought herself over to the front door, right hand trembling up before resting on the knob. "One.... two... three." She exhaled before sharply pulling open the door and making a made dashtowards her 2010 Kia. The brunette hurdeled over fallen bodies, all of which she patheticallyattempted to imagine were anything but her neighbors. Her lungs burned despite the short sprint, heart racing wildly withinits bone cage as she finally reached her vehicle. Eden fumbled with her keys before unlocking the car, apologizingbreathlessly as she shoved Orion's crate inside and shut the door quickly before making her way around the frontof the vehicle. She just made it to the driver's side when she felt her body being pushed roughly into the side of thevehicle, fingers tangling within her long silky brunette tresses.Eden gasped out, a small squeak escaping her as she was roughly spun around and pinned to the driver's side door.A man in a bunny mask loomed over her, blood splattered about his mask. The stench of the man was enough tomake her stomach churn; a musk of body odor, carnage and soot sabotaged her nasal pathways. "Where do you thinkyou're going, doll?" He inquired, his gravely voice sending chills down her spine. Eden writhed beneath him but he wastoo strong, causing a soft and helpless grunt slip past her lips."Pl-Please, just let me go!" She pleaded, but the man laughed and slowly shook his head. It was clear that he wasn'tinterested in allowing any survivors escape him, no doubt given strict orders to mow down anyone and everything inhis path. His body pressed into her, a greedy explorative right hand gliding up her inner thigh. This was not how she wasgoing to go. She refused to be taken advantage of like this again. Despite the fear that bubbled up her throat she snappedher knee upwards, succesfully connecting her patella against the man's groin area. The air escaped sharply from his lungspast his lips as he keeled over, giving Eden breathing room. She fought back the urge to apologize for hurting him, a sickengrained habit of hers to apologize for anything and everything, as she turned back to her car, opened up the driver'sside door, and slid in. The brunette locked the doors to her vehicle immediatley and ignited the engine before slammingher foot heavily down on the accelerator. The car lurched forward sharply, causing Orion to whine in protest as his cage pressed heavily into the seat."I'm sorry buddy but... we're safe." Eden spoke, voice trembling and breaking as tears began to fall from her chocolate optics. "We're free."

๐ŸŒธForbidden Pirate๐ŸŒธ

10/20/2020 10:16 PM 


Disclamer: I don't know Dove Cameron and I'm not real Dove Cameron nor do I blame to be. I'm just her as Drizella December Teller-Muio's play by.1. Drama- No Out of Character drama. No Justin beibers, Cartoons and Wreastlers. In Character is good I will allow that because its makes for a good story. 2. Sex- No Role play sex of any kind unless you are my man or his friend and don't make a page trying to be my man for sex. No asking me to give you sex as a way to say sorry I won't do it. And I will not give my family sex or my friends. I will not be a whore for the whole wide world sorry not sorry. I will be a whore for my man and his friend and I will write sex with him and I hope one day I can give my man sex for real. 3. Discord- I have discord like everyone does now no adding for sex thinking I'm going to be whore for you cause all that will get you is blocked fast. And if you want sex very badly you will wait for my man to be free so he can watch that will be the way you will get sex. Because I'm his and I will always will be. And I will not go on cam or voice chat with you either sorry that is something my man and his friend get only.4. Character- My character is Drizella (Dizzy) Decemeber Teller-Muio. She is the daughter of Jax Teller making her the princess of Samcro (Sons of Anarchy motorcylce club redwood originals). She isn't going to give her family sex like in rule 2. She will be loyal to her family. 5. Real life- I am busy like everyone else I have my niece 4 of 5 days a week from 7:45am to 4:12-4:30pm everyday expect for Tuesdays because I do have bible study. For the past week I have been sick in RL. So I haven't been able to go to bible study. I am in a relationship in RL meeting NO asking for my real FACEBOOK to try and hook up with me it won't work. 6. Starters & Replies- I am going to put my heart into my stories I will only write stories that only have my verses it not sex if you add me for sex and break rule 2 I will block you because I am not going to let my ex win and believe I'm a whore for all the guys in the world. So please learn the world NO. I write Para to Mega Para. 7. My loves- I am taken in both RP & RL so sex is off the table so keep get that through your head. I am happy and I am done hurting my man and loosing his trust and love and my happiness he is my world my number 1 and my MCM. So he gets my body anytime he has time to enjoy. 8. Kids- I have lots of kids Layla, Maya, Crissy, Remi, Tessa, Dylan, Kesley, Calli, Stormy, Carson, Micheal and Carla and none of them will get sex with me one I'm not into the family sex thing and never will be. So don't add me ask to be my kid for sex again it won't happen for you at all.9. My parents- My dad is Jax Teller, my second dad is Papa Killian Jones (Hook) and Papa Beast (Adam) and Papa Hades. Just because I don't have mama doesn't mean I am used for my body my dad's none of them ever ask for sex they just ask for loyality and love any kid and give that to their dad right? Yep so that is what I'm gonna do from now on.Sign rules with your favorite Descendants 3 Song.Dizzy

๐Ÿ”ฎHermione๐Ÿ”ฎ S&L

10/20/2020 04:04 AM 

Gryffindor Friends
Current mood:  blessed

1. ๐’ซ๐‘œ๐“‰๐“‰๐‘’๐“‡2. Ginny3.

Viper Mata Jr

10/20/2020 02:41 PM 

Dear Dad
Current mood:  betrayed

  I have no idea if you will get this. I just know you are out there. So I can only hopefate is on my side and you do. Please know I hate the fact I even haveto come to you. After so many years of living in the shadows as you have.I finally realize it only lets thosewho try to destroy you win if you do. With that being said please stop hiding. No one should ever have the power.To make you do so. I bloody don't care.Who chooses to believe what. No matterwhat these buggers say or do about you.Don't let it get you. As of late a lot of people have turned on me. Now wanting to throw me under the bus. And the only person who canstop them is you.  If I could then I would but am only half of you and half my mother.I am not powerful enough to do so. But you are destined to do it. I know you remember all the things they said. They were notabout me. But about the person, I need your help to stop.Please overcome this fear that keeps holding you back.Don't let some bloody bitter ex-girlfriend. Stop you from being who you are destined to be. There was a time we were a hundred and fifty strong. And those days could come back again. But not if you keep hiding in the shadows please Dad.Come out of hiding. Please I need you now more than ever. I need you to completeyour destiny. And slay the beast of all beast.Whose collects his jar of heartsas though its for a feast.Recall the name the one your old friends blamed.Back when you aided a friend. To help her gain respect and control.Recall that name becausehe's the one to blame.Dad if you get this. I hope it changes your mind.and if doesn't then do not forget I loveyou pops. And I hope you are doing well.And one day overcome whatever it isthat is giving you hell. 


10/19/2020 09:17 PM 


Characters I roleplay: Alice: WonderlandBree: TwilightBio will be added with all other characters of mine. 

โ„ญ๐”ฏ๐”ถ๐”ญ๐”ฑ ๐”Ž๐”ข๐”ข๐”ญ๐”ข๐”ฏ

10/19/2020 09:03 PM 

The Plot so far

OOC: First and foremost, I want to thank you for taking the time to read this. So... uh. Thanks. Yeah. Anyway, some of you are probably wondering how this works. I play a guy who tells stories. So I'm the guy who tells stories telling story about a guy telling stories? Kinda?With the advent of such wonderful social media platforms as YouTube, TikTok, Instagram and a litany of others, I thought Crypty could jump into the digital age with his own accounts and platforms, and launch himself into multimedia stardom as well. I know, it's cooky, but its fun. BUT WAIT.... THERE'S MORE!!!I'll also start hosting stories as well. It'll kinda be a variety of things like the shows and comics were. Basically, I set you up in a scenario. Sometimes in your favor, and sometimes not... mostly not. This is horror. When is it not? Prior to getting into those stories, I'd really like to get to know you as a person more before I start crafting those. They do take a lot of time and effort and I don't want to be half way through the starter and have you suddenly delete your account or change everything and not tell me. Its happened and it sucks. Worse case scenario, you make a new RL friend. OhOoOo No!With that said. Lets crack open a cold one, sit back and do some writing. Discord: Crypt Keeper#7099 

Daisy Johnson (Earth-616)

10/19/2020 08:03 PM 

For Freddy

  What can I tell you, that I'm a kid from the 80's? And a Teen from the 90's, oh hell yeah! And the first mutant but that was my father's accident. Anyways the party at Tony's was a little too tight for me so I left too early finding no gentleman to ease my thirst walking down the stairs and out that building. Remembered the many times I f***ed with a stranger."Why do I like them more? Coz they don't me?" Was an exotic machine of those who walk Manhattan streets like a demon on the hunt of its victim, so many to chose from, so little time. High heals to make the walk as a jaguar, from bar to bar leaving people behind.  the drunks with who knows what they are talking about, the white colar criminals joking as teens with pre-adolescent sex jokes coz they have non. Anyways, could stay for another round, but I like to be treated as the number one bitch in town. You make a promise, kneel and removed my skirt slowly. I had no time for giving twisted information anyways. It was him, the memory of his face which tormented me, when would I see him again.   He always returns flickering his fingers in the dark, asking for more, whatever if it made sense or not, it ringed to him, do, he looked for fire, he could come with the big burn balancing hisresponsible fatherhood as if the teens, the kids are his, that paternal  figure that sometimes kinds of becomes as oppressive as his manhood. So all's well, those encounters, anyways I trust no man who hide their politics and does not address himself carefully towards me, at least Freddy has the power to influence minds.F*** Shield, Hydra and all those I work for, I'm having a night out.But it hasen't yet ended. There was a brief smile not expected to apologise. "Come to me papi, I ain't coming to you. I'm a mother f***ing lady bitch, never talk about prize either, you just give it to me!" Dalls, strings, some  incentive people with no contradictions, so amiable to forget and make up more stories who never blend. Why? Because you need a little night mare to return and tell you what is Hell about.Next day, or in a few ours I will have to show up at work or that party with an hypocrite face as if everything is under control, but no, the guest are subdued an instinct to go wild. This is why I'm out for a while. If I could think of him, where is Freddy when I think of him, why would not he give me his presence, why would he wan't me to run away before him, or scream inside the nightmare of him. Hum?Anyways, if you count on me, count it all. I was made for hardcore, don't look after me when I'm not around. I've been told many things and believe non. They joined the rest of the group, and will enjoy how you die one after the other, can tell you that's a guaranty. 


10/19/2020 06:23 PM 

Dissociative Identity Disorder in Undercover Agents

Case number: 1865xRM Subject Name: Roxanne Genevieve Morton   Analysis summary: Subject R.G.M, a 27-year-old female agent of the [REDACTED] Agency, Which now has disbanded after [REDACTED] Subject RGM was in the field on an undercover assignment in [REDACTED] at the time of disbanding. The subject remained in the field unaware for several months with no communication. Until reigned in by [REDACTED] and sent for debriefing. The subject presents with severe mood swings and an unwillingness to cooperate during debriefing. Prone to violence when pressed. Subject diagnosed with Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID) and often swings between her natural persona and her undercover identity, Secondary identity is hostile and often refuses sleep or sustenance. The primary identity is the most present. Though there is nearly no indication of the trigger for the switch. The subject is being released upon the completion of re-assimilation, with regular check-in with a physiatrist affiliated with [REDACTED].   --Informational files attached--   Dissociative Identity Disorder  Current physiological studies have concluded that many agents employed in undercover work are twice as likely to develop one or more personality disorders. Most common among them being Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID) Formerly known as Multiple Personality Disorder, Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID) is a condition in which a person has two or more distinct identities or personality states, which may alternate within the individual's conscious awareness. The different personality states usually have distinct names, identities, temperaments, and self-image. At least two of these personalities repeatedly assert themselves to control the affected person's behavior and consciousness, causing long lapses in memory that far exceed typical episodes of forgetting.   The common symptoms of DID include: Unexplained events and inability to be aware of them (such as finding yourself somewhere without remembering how you got there or new clothes that you have no recollection of buying). Frequent bouts of memory loss or "lost time." The sudden return of memories, as in a flashback and/or flashback to traumatic events. Episodes of feeling disconnected or detached from one's body and thoughts. Hallucinations (sensory experiences that are not real, such as hearing voices talking to you or talking inside your head). "Out of body" experiences. Suicide attempts or self-injury.   Persons with DID may also have problems with: Depression or mood swings. Anxiety, nervousness, panic attacks, and phobias (flashbacks, reactions to stimuli, or "triggers"). Eating disorders. Unexplained sleep problems (such as insomnia, night terrors, and sleepwalking).

Katherine Pierce

10/19/2020 05:37 PM 

Katherine Pierce

Katherine here..I'm back and still alive..well sort know that cure that was put into my body well it may have killed my original body but thanks to my doppelgänger Elena Gilbert I was able to switch bodies and I feel great.. well better than great actually..Elena is well now dead.. and I'm living her life. So if you want to chat let me know I'll try not to kill you. 


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