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10/30/2020 07:19 PM 


Disclaimer: I hereby reserve the right to delete without warning. I'm sorry if this offends but I tolerate zero bullsh*t when it comes to respect.1. This is not a smutt profile and I do not care if you think it is. constantly calling me hot and then trying to shame me for telling you this is not a smutt profile will get you blocked. You wanna jack your little baby d*cks somewhere you're not doing it here. I'm here for story purposes not to go through the extra effort to write my p0rn before I jack to it. It is this behavior that causes other verses to look down on this one and we have plenty of decent writers but people with no sense have to give us a bad rep. This will not be happening here. 2. I don't tell anyone how to run their own profiles so please don't tell me how to run mine. I am nice to a point. This is a multi-character account which obviously indicates that this is a multi-li account. Spying of anytime is not tolerated. I approve comments and do things in public because I have nothing to hide. As far as LIs go I give a month tops for a response and then I sever the connection unless... (A) You have good reason for your absence. (B) You have the foresight to actually stay in touch. Smutt may happen in a story with an LI only when it makes sense. I write stories not p0rn. I expect ZERO Love interest out of character drama. The moment it does happen friend or not a offender of this rule will be deleted which does not necessarily mean I will end the friendship. I care for people not connections. 3. I will have the foresight to direct you to my rules to let you know what's what and if you do not get it by then that is all on you... not me. 4. While I appreciate people warning me that this one's a bad guy or that one is a bad guy, I will decide for myself whether said people are bad guys. I don't ask all my friends to get along but I do expect people to act like adults and not suck me into the middle of whatever problems they may have experienced with someone else. I will deal with a problem that arises with those people when and if it comes around. This is a hobby for me, not a coping skill and I give zero f***s about deleting people who will destroy my muse or try and manipulate me over things that are not real. 5. I am above 18 and am in my mid 30s. I have no time for childish games. Should you have a problem with someone in my come to me in private by all means I am quite happy to be an ear lent. But the moment you put your personal sh*t out there in public on my page. I'm done. No one needs to see your issues with other people when they visit my page and I will not give up one friendship simply to save another. That tends to be high school level behavior and as I said I am in my mid thirties. 6. You don't have to write a book with me and I am fully happy writing on Discord if it suits me. Discord will only be an option for people I know and trust. All others are SOL. 7. I cannot say this enough.  If you have a resource page and it is denied it's likely because it has absolutely nothing to do with my verse. Repeated re-adds will get you blocked. I have absolutely no time for that bullsh*t and I will not have that bullsh*t on my page. Constant adding qualifies as harassment and I understand you may or may not add everything under the sun for possible coverage or if you're an RPG possible members save your breath. If you have five thousand people in your list and have no idea who you haven't added yet and gotten denied you are obviously overdoing it and will still earn a block with that excuse. Annoying people into adding you doesn't quite work. It only makes an ass out of you. 8. You bring drama to me and I will simply delete or block you. I don't owe you a damned thing at the point where you behave like a child and like a child if you misuse your toys you should have them taken away. I expect everyone to give the respect that they expect to receive.

Chris Lee Mitchell

10/30/2020 07:33 PM 

Galactic Scary Rifle Wars
Current mood:  blah

A long, long time ago in a scary, scary galaxy... After leaving the grubby planet Dune, a group of giants fly toward a distant speck. The speck gradually resolves into a bendy, space station. Civil war strikes the galaxy, which is ruled by Max Applewhite, a squidgy alien capable of gluttony and even murder. Terrified, a creepy goblin known as Elizabeth England flees the Empire, with her protector, Christiana Barker. They head for Sydney on the planet Pluto. When they finally arrive, a fight breaks out. Barker uses her scary rifle to defend Elizabeth. Barker and Goblin Elizabeth decide it's time to leave Pluto and steal a digger to shoot their way out. They encounter a tribe of men. Barker is attacked and the goblin is captured by the men and taken back to Sydney. Barker must fight to save Goblin Elizabeth but when she accidentally unearths a wild torch, the entire future of the scary, grubby galaxy is at stake.

Chris Lee Mitchell

10/30/2020 07:26 PM 

Clarke Malkovich and the Three Slippery Toads
Current mood:  blah

Once upon a time there was a splendid boy called Clarke Malkovich. He was on the way to see his friend Helen Pitt, when he decided to take a short cut through Gruesomeside Forest. It wasn't long before Clarke got lost. He looked around, but all he could see were trees. Nervously, he felt into his bag for his favourite toy, Mr Teddy, but Mr Teddy was nowhere to be found! Clarke began to panic. He felt sure he had packed Mr Teddy. To make matters worse, he was starting to feel hungry. Unexpectedly, he saw a slippery toad dressed in a yellow dungarees disappearing into the trees. "How odd!" thought Clarke. For the want of anything better to do, he decided to follow the peculiarly dressed toad. Perhaps it could tell him the way out of the forest. Eventually, Clarke reached a clearing. He found himself surrounded by houses made from different sorts of food. There was a house made from cabbages, a house made from macarons, a house made from fruit gums and a house made from cupcakes. Clarke could feel his tummy rumbling. Looking at the houses did nothing to ease his hunger. "Hello!" he called. "Is anybody there?" Nobody replied. Clarke looked at the roof on the closest house and wondered if it would be rude to eat somebody else's chimney. Obviously it would be impolite to eat a whole house, but perhaps it would be considered acceptable to nibble the odd fixture or lick the odd fitting, in a time of need. A cackle broke through the air, giving Clarke a fright. A witch jumped into the space in front of the houses. She was carrying a cage. In that cage was Mr Teddy! "Mr Teddy!" shouted Clarke. He turned to the witch. "That's my toy!" The witch just shrugged. "Give Mr Teddy back!" cried Clarke. "Not on your nelly!" said the witch. "At least let Mr Teddy out of that cage!" Before she could reply, three slippery toads rushed in from a footpath on the other side of the clearing. Clarke recognised the one in the yellow dungarees that he'd seen earlier. The witch seemed to recognise him too. "Hello Big Toad," said the witch. "Good morning." The toad noticed Mr Teddy. "Who is this?" "That's Mr Teddy," explained the witch. "Ooh! Mr Teddy would look lovely in my house. Give it to me!" demanded the toad. The witch shook her head. "Mr Teddy is staying with me." "Um... Excuse me..." Clarke interrupted. "Mr Teddy lives with me! And not in a cage!" Big Toad ignored him. "Is there nothing you'll trade?" he asked the witch. The witch thought for a moment, then said, "I do like to be entertained. I'll release him to anybody who can eat a whole front door." Big Toad looked at the house made from cupcakes and said, "No problem, I could eat an entire house made from cupcakes if I wanted to." "That's nothing," said the next toad. "I could eat two houses." "There's no need to show off," said the witch. Just eat one front door and I'll let you have Mr Teddy." Clarke watched, feeling very worried. He didn't want the witch to give Mr Teddy to Big Toad. He didn't think Mr Teddy would like living with a slippery toad, away from his house and all his other toys. The other two toads watched while Big Toad put on his bib and withdrew a knife and fork from his pocket. "I'll eat this whole house," said Big Toad. "Just you watch!" Big Toad pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from macarons. He gulped it down smiling, and went back for more. And more. And more. Eventually, Big Toad started to get bigger - just a little bit bigger at first. But after a few more fork-fulls of macarons, he grew to the size of a large snowball - and he was every bit as round. "Erm... I don't feel too good," said Big Toad. Suddenly, he started to roll. He'd grown so round that he could no longer balance! "Help!" he cried, as he rolled off down a slope into the forest. Big Toad never finished eating the front door made from macarons and Mr Teddy remained trapped in the witch's cage. Average Toad stepped up, and approached the house made from fruit gums. "I'll eat this whole house," said Average Toad. "Just you watch!" Average Toad pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from fruit gums. She gulped it down smiling, and went back for more. And more. And more. After a while, Average Toad started to look a little queasy. She grew greener... ...and greener. A woodcutter walked into the clearing. "What's this bush doing here?" he asked. "I'm not a bush, I'm a toad!" said Average Toad. "It talks!" exclaimed the woodcutter. "Those talking bushes are the worst kind. I'd better take it away before somebody gets hurt." "No! Wait!" cried Average Toad, as the woodcutter picked her up. But the woodcutter ignored her cries and carried the toad away under his arm. Average Toad never finished eating the front door made from fruit gums and Mr Teddy remained trapped in the witch's cage. Little Toad stepped up, and approached the house made from cupcakes. "I'll eat this whole house," said Little Toad. "Just you watch!" Little Toad pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from cupcakes. He gulped it down smiling, and went back for more. And more. And more. After five or six platefuls, Little Toad started to fidget uncomfortably on the spot. He stopped eating cupcakes for a moment, then grabbed another forkful. But before he could eat it, there came an almighty roar. A bottom burp louder than a rocket taking off, propelled Little Toad into the sky. "Aggghhhhhh!" cried Little Toad. "I'm scared of heigh..." Little Toad was never seen again. Little Toad never finished eating the front door made from cupcakes and Mr Teddy remained trapped in the witch's cage. "That's it," said the witch. "I win. I get to keep Mr Teddy." "Not so fast," said Clarke. "There is still one front door to go. The front door of the house made from cabbages. And I haven't had a turn yet. "I don't have to give you a turn!" laughed the witch. "My game. My rules." The woodcutter's voice carried through the forest. "I think you should give him a chance. It's only fair." "Fine," said the witch. "But you saw what happened to the toads. He won't last long." "I'll be right back," said Clarke. "What?" said the witch. "Where's your sense of impatience? I thought you wanted Mr Teddy back." Clarke ignored the witch and gathered a hefty pile of sticks. He came back to the clearing and started a small camp fire. Carefully, he broke off a piece of the door of the house made from cabbages and toasted it over the fire. Once it had cooked and cooled just a little, he took a bite. He quickly devoured the whole piece. Clarke sat down on a nearby log. "You fail!" cackled the witch. "You were supposed to eat the whole door." "I haven't finished," explained Clarke. "I am just waiting for my food to go down." When Clarke's food had digested, he broke off another piece of the door made from cabbages. Once more, he toasted his food over the fire and waited for it to cool just a little. He ate it at a leisurely pace then waited for it to digest. Eventually, after several sittings, Clarke was down to the final piece of the door made from cabbages. Carefully, he toasted it and allowed it to cool just a little. He finished his final course. Clarke had eaten the entire front door of the house made from cabbages. The witch stamped her foot angrily. "You must have tricked me!" she said. "I don't reward cheating!" "I don't think so!" said a voice. It was the woodcutter. He walked back into the clearing, carrying his axe. "This little boy won fair and square. Now hand over Mr Teddy or I will chop your broomstick in half." The witch looked horrified. She grabbed her broomstick and placed it behind her. Then, huffing, she opened the door of the cage. Clarke hurried over and grabbed Mr Teddy, checking that his favourite toy was all right. Fortunately, Mr Teddy was unharmed. Clarke thanked the woodcutter, grabbed a quick souvenir, and hurried on to meet Helen. It was starting to get dark. When Clarke got to Helen's house, his friend threw her arms around him. "I was so worried!" cried Helen. "You are very late." As Clarke described his day, he could tell that Helen didn't believe him. So he grabbed a napkin from his pocket. "What's that?" asked Helen. Clarke unwrapped a doorknob made from macarons. "Pudding!" he said. Helen almost fell off her chair. The End

Chris Lee Mitchell

10/30/2020 07:22 PM 

The Sleet that Rained like Skipping Owls
Current mood:  blah

Reginald Thomas looked at the tattered teapot in his hands and felt puzzled. He walked over to the window and reflected on his magical surroundings. He had always loved creepy Moscow with its good, glamorous gates. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel puzzled. Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Wenna Gump. Wenna was a wild lawyer with sloppy fingernails and ugly fingers. Reginald gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a vile, selfish, wine drinker with short fingernails and grubby fingers. His friends saw him as an alive, amused angel. Once, he had even helped an immense chicken recover from a flying accident. But not even a vile person who had once helped an immense chicken recover from a flying accident, was prepared for what Wenna had in store today. The sleet rained like skipping owls, making Reginald afraid. As Reginald stepped outside and Wenna came closer, he could see the modern glint in her eye. "I am here because I want peace," Wenna bellowed, in a smelly tone. She slammed her fist against Reginald's chest, with the force of 5024 foxes. "I frigging love you, Reginald Thomas." Reginald looked back, even more afraid and still fingering the tattered teapot. "Wenna, exterminate," he replied. They looked at each other with sad feelings, like two better, breezy bears thinking at a very creepy rave, which had indie music playing in the background and two spiteful uncles smiling to the beat. Reginald studied Wenna's sloppy fingernails and ugly fingers. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you peace," he explained, in pitying tones. Wenna looked stressed, her body raw like a bloody, bewildered book. Reginald could actually hear Wenna's body shatter into 4188 pieces. Then the wild lawyer hurried away into the distance. Not even a glass of wine would calm Reginald's nerves tonight. THE END


10/30/2020 03:33 PM 

Crew Members Of USS Enterprise 1701 NCC-G

Captain: Trip TuckerCommander: Philippa GeorgiouChief Medical Officer: Beverly Crusher Chief Science Officer: Seven Of Nine Chief Of Engineering: Smiley Miles O'BrienChief Strategic Officer, Chief Of Security, Lieutenant Commander Gul Madred More to be added later 

Crew Members Of Star Trek Fractured Time

The Sung Dynasty-New Hope

10/30/2020 12:48 PM 

LOS FRAUDS Bunch Of Fakers........
Current mood:  angry

I HAD ALL THE RIGHT TO HAVE YOU ALL REMOVE YOURSELVES FROM MY STORY I ALSO HAD SPAIN DUMMIES SO YOU HAD TO ANSWER TO ME PR*CKS. I ALSO HAD CASTILE YOU MORONS YOU STILL HAD TO ANSWER TO ME AND I EVEN HAD PHILIP II OF SPAIN SO YOU WAS FORCED TO ANSWER TO ME. HERE IS THE REAL DE LA VEGA MORONS DON'T KNOW HOW TO LOOK UP THE FAMILY. Garci Lasso de la Vega I, Cantabrian noble who was executed by Alfonso XI of Castile in 1326 de la Vega II, Cantabrian noble who was assassinated by Peter of Castile in 1351 Garci Lasso Ruiz de la Vega, Cantabrian noble who was killed at the Battle of Nájera, 1340–1367 Leonor Lasso de la Vega, (1367–1432) Cantabrian noblewoman, Garcilaso de la Vega (poet) (1501–1536), Spanish noble poet and soldier Inca Garcilaso de la Vega (1539–1616), Peruvian noble poet and writer Gabriel Lobo Lasso de la Vega (1558–1615), Spanish epic poet, playwright and historian Francisco Laso de la Vega (1568–1640), Spanish soldier and governor of Chile 1629–1639 Luis Laso de la Vega (c. 1622–?), Mexican author, priest and lawyer Melchor Portocarrero, 3rd Count of Monclova (1636–1705), viceroy of New Spain 1686–1688 Joseph de la Vega (c. 1650–1692), Spanish merchant, poet, and philanthropist, later moved to Amsterdam Diego de la Vega (Contador), (c. 1770–1812), Spanish nobleman and accountant Francisco Cajigal de la Vega (c. 1715–?), Spanish governor of Cuba Rómulo Díaz de la Vega (c. 1800–1877), an interim president of Mexico in 1855 Daniel de la Vega (1892–1971), Chilean poet and playwright José Tadeo Mancheño y Laso de la Vega, (1784–1855) Chilean political figure Luis Ignacio de la Vega (c. 1914–?), Mexican Olympic basketball player Óscar Únzaga de la Vega (1916–1959), a Bolivian socialist politician Jorge de la Vega (1930–1971), an Argentine painter Sabas Pretelt de la Vega (b. 1946), Colombian economist and former Minister of the Interior and Justice María Teresa Fernández de la Vega (b. 1949), Spanish Socialist Workers' Party politician and former minister Ralph de la Vega (b. 1951), the Chief Operating Officer of Cingular Wireless Jacqueline de la Vega (b. 1960), Mexican TV show host in Spain and former model Guadalupe Arizpe de la Vega, Mexican humanitarian James De La Vega, New York City graffiti artist Florencia De La V or Florencia de la Vega (b. 1976), Argentine transgender actress and vedette Diego de la Vega (footballer), (b. 1979), Argentinean footballer Cynthia de la Vega (b. 1991), Mexican model and beauty pageant titleholder


10/30/2020 09:13 PM 

I'm The Horror.

You are life and death.Halloween, 2010, Seol South Korea.Happy birthday to me. It was cold. Bitterly cold. Especially under this bridge, next to this river. It washed over rocks with ice slushing in its wake, its rapidness due to the heavy snowfall from the night prior melting into the next day. He held Yoonah as close as possible to his chest so she could feel his body heat, the child whimpering and shivering every so often against the fabric of his shirt… but it was useless. He hardly had any body heat himself, and he was starting to regret his decision to run away. Then again, had he not, Yoonah would’ve died anyway.It’s four hours to Ki’s, I can make it to the morning and leave on a bus then.Already, in his head, he was thinking of all the things that could go wrong when trying to board a bus to Busan. The police could try to stop him. They could take Yoonah away from him and send her back to that awful man who tried to starve her to death, all because she had down syndrome. He couldn’t let that happen. “Shh, shh little one.” He whispered in his native tongue, unzipping his jacket so that he could shelter her under its warmth. He brought his legs up, hovering over her, Yoonah staring up at him with glazed-over eyes, and after a moment her tears stopped…She smiled up at him.Her little legs kicked with glee, her tiny fist balled up as she giggled up at him. Sang stared for a moment, but he couldn’t suppress the grin that formed on his features. “Are you laughing at big brother?” He asked, pushing some of her dark hair from her face, “big brother is stupid, but big brother had to save you from the big bad wolf.” Suddenly he felt his chest tighten, that anger for his father returning. What kind of monster could kill a child just because she wasn’t normal? To Sang, Yoonah was perfect.“He didn’t really treat either of us very nicely, did he?” He asked, chest rising and falling at the thought of the years and years of his father blaming him for his mother’s death, mentally scarring him for life. “He’s a bad bad man, and he’s far behind us. We don’t have to worry about him anymore. We’re going to go stay with Ki and his family where we’ll be safe.” You’re a waste of human flesh Sang. It should’ve been you, not her. He felt his dark eyes water over, nostrils flaring as the vision of his father’s face scolding him danced in his head. I should beat you to death. You’re lucky I only beat you near to it. The bruises. The bruises were always so vivid. Purple, yellow, red, black. Those colors lived in his head as well as his skin. I should gut you. The scars. The scars from so many times of his father putting out cigarettes on his skin, or stabbing him with a fork, or cutting him with a knife he’d used to make dinner. You’re nothing. You should just die.Those words lived in his head.Before he knew it, he was sobbing, tears freezing upon his cheeks as he did. Years of torture had done a number on him and it showed. It really showed. He was shaking, his hands lightly resting upon Yoonah’s cheeks, eyes closing so that he could try his hardest to compose himself. Slowly. Slowly. Slowly. Stop. He took a deep breath. His muscles began to relax, air escaping his lips as he inhaled in, and exhaled out. There was nothing now, nothing but the sounds of cars in the distance honking at one another. Not even Yoonah was making a sound.So he opened his eyes.“Yoonah, I…” He stopped, his own dark eyes widening as he gazed down upon his sister. She wasn’t moving. Her face was pale and it seemed spider webs of black were forming like veins in her cheeks. Her eyes were wide to the sky. Her little legs were no longer kicking, little lips weren’t curled into a smile. Sang yanked his hands back, the spider webs upon her cheeks fading, but never leaving fully. What have I done?“Wake up,” He said, tears trickling down his cheeks once more, “Yoonah, wake up. We have to leave.” He was patting her chubby cheeks now, eyes wide with horror, panic rising in his chest as he attempted to get the baby to move. She’s not moving, what did I do? Sang shook, this death feeling so familiar in his heart as he did. Why did it feel like he’d seen someone die this way before? Then it hit him.She’s dead. Yoonah was dead.His hands fell to his sides at his realization, tears no longer falling. A guilty presence passed over him when his first thought was, She’s no longer my responsibility. He slapped himself when that thought etched into his brain, shaking his head violently as he lifted the child into his arms, standing to his feet. You’re a terrible big brother. She is not a burden. She was not a burden.It felt like hours that he stared at the cold, dirty ground, contemplating what his next move should be. He needed sleep. He needed it so badly. It was still so dark and cold out and he’d never survive trying to worry about this now. Taking a deep, sad breath, he closed his eyes for just a moment… and then lay Yoonah upon the ground a little ways away from where he slept. “I’m sorry, little sister.” He said, brushing her hair from her face as she was transfixed into her eternal slumber, “I’m so sorry I failed you.” He stood back up, giving her one last look before moving back to the spot he’d planned to sleep for the night. Wrapping his jacket around his frame, he curled up into the hidden space beneath the bridge, closed his eyes, and drifted off into a tragic sleep.In the morning, he would bury her.

POD Melanie Turner

10/30/2020 07:58 PM 

Why am I back now?
Current mood:  vexed

The oblivion had consumed me so long ago. What caused me to return? I ran back then after Dracula killed me for killing Johnny and Abby. So why am I living and thriving? Acting like the hero of the story. When I cleary had always been the greatest villain. All this love, all these changes as some now believe the truth over the lies. All this love!!! It sickens me I need hate!! I need them to still fear me... Not adore me. I can feel their hearts starting to open up. Their minds finally thinking its time to forgive and forget.   No, I refuse to lose now. I refuse to allow this to happen to me. I did not spend all these years in wasted vain. I need their hate and pain. I need it to survive. How I long for those emails. Yelling at me calling my name. How long for them to think its always me to blame. Great Cosmos I call to thee send me the one I need the one I can use to make those hearts bleed. And those eyes wet. Still make me the one they shall never forget. Come to me and grant my request send me the one that can divide those that love the best. Send me the one that causes a rift in that love that disgusts me so. Send me the one who can finally make them go.  Nu Wa Nu Nu Wa Nu Wa Nu Wa Nu Nu Wa Nu WaCosmos I call to thee. I beg of thee Humbly Send me the one I need. Make it be Oh great Cosmos Make it be. For only, you can see the one I need. Oh, Cosmos I call to thee. Nu Wa Nu Nu Wa Nu Wa Nu Wa Nu Nu Wa Nu WaI humbly beg of thee. Oh, Cosmos send me who it is that can fulfil what I need. The one I can use to throw a hornet in their nest. And the one that without a doubt outdo the rest. Nu Wa Nu Nu Wa Nu Wa Nu Wa Nu Nu Wa Nu Wa



10/30/2020 07:38 PM 

Task: Match the movie with the villain

 1.) Pennywise the clown ----> H. It2.) Darth Vader -----> L. Star Wars3.) Hannibal Lector ---->  F. Silence of the Lambs4.) Freddy Kruger ----> D. Nightmare on Elm Street5.) Norman Bates ----> A. American Psycho6.) Michael Meyers ----> O. Halloween7.) Jason Voorhees ----> J. Friday the 13th8.) Jigsaw ----> B. Saw9.) Maleficent ----> K. Sleeping Beauty10.) Dr. Evil ----> N. Austin Powers11.) Scar ----> E. The Lion King12.) Pinhead ----> M. Hellraiser13.) Ursula ----> I. The Little Mermaid14.) Lord Voldemort ----> G. Harry Potter15.) Headless Horseman ----> C. Sleepy Hollow 


10/30/2020 06:28 PM 

Halloween Bucket List

HALLOWEEN BUCKET LIST.1) Watch a bunch of Halloween movies. 2) Get a tonne of cute Halloween outfits for Sofia. 3) Finish decorating the house because yikes. It's almost Halloween and I'm not nearly done. 4) Carve some pumpkins because I'm obsessed with that. 5) Go and have a look at some of the Halloween decorations around New York. 6) Get candy for the trick or treaters because at the moment I have none :|7) Go to the cemetery to visit my mother. I do that every single year on my birthday8) Put together my Christmas playlist. As soon as it hits 12.01 am on November 1st, it's time to get ready for Christmas!9) Take a billion photos of Sofia's first Halloween10) Go and visit my sister because I miss her. 


10/29/2020 10:37 PM 

James Harvey Family Tree
Current mood:  blessed

Deceased Wife: The Red Angel Amelia Harvey Living Daughter: Kat Harvey Party Ghost / Life Saver: Casper  


10/29/2020 09:03 PM 


Nadia Valentina Rostova 29 Years OldSingle Mom & Dog MomGame of Thrones fanCancer zodiacRuled by the moon signFormer Ballerina turned ModelFrom Russia with LoveChristmas & Halloween are the bestXOXO,Nadia 


10/29/2020 07:40 PM 


1. The character I play is the daughter of Anubis. It's based off the myth of Egyptian lore. Since there isn't much about her I make up her own hsitory. Therefore Historical Fiction. Just changing events or lore passed down to something more supernatural2. I Single Ship ONLY. Meaning if we are in a relationship together you are with no one else. Doesn't matter if it's outside of our storyline. You let everyone you are wrting with in your stories know that you are taken. There will be no "Oh we are only together in OUR storyline and no one elses."I know this is RP but if you decide to become so called loyal to my character than you have to be in every story you write until if/when we deside to break up, divorce etc. If you can't agree to this our RP will be friendly.3. NO erotica. First of all Erotica is pure sex, no matter if it is written like a story or what have you. In the end the story is f***ing, f*** buddies etc. I'm not doing that. There are plenty of other people that write erotic stories, not me. 4. Romance is a "If it happens, it happens". You can't plan love. I know on my post I write I'm looking for a LOYAL, SINGLE SHIP Writing Mate. That's because alot of people do multi shipping and don't want to be tied down. So instead of waiting, you'll see my "Mate Wanted" post once a week.5. All stories must be discussed. If you add me you have to have sooooome idea about a story. Thats why rpers that want to write request other people because they have some type of idea on how you and that person are going to meet. So if you add me you have to come up with the first idea, after that we will brainstorm together6. No Drama, RL or RP7. No abuse, rape or forceful death of any kind. 8. Yes, I'm a african american woman in RL. So everyone can stop asking. 9. No random starters. 10. I'm not a grammar Nazi. As long as I can understand what you are trying to say we are cool.11. If you delete me or block me out of nowhere or in a middle of a rp that's fine. Don't try to add me again after that. Some people will add me with a different pro. I know who you are especailly when you write. Everyone has a different vibe and sound when they type. If we start writing or chatting and it's similar to the tone of writing you will be deleted. Thats where the term "He writes just like the same person" or "You write just like a person I knew." Comes from.12. We can get to know each other in real life don't have a problem. Not giving out any number or social media until I feel comfy with said person.

'The Wily Fox'

10/29/2020 07:29 PM 

Song Survey

Song Survey   Songs that best answer these questions (for me-)(Links in Song titles)1: A song you like with a colour in the titlePaint it black (Rolling Stones)2: A song you like with a number in the title ((25 to life/ Eminem))3: A song that reminds you of summertime ((Great southern land Icehouse))4: A song that reminds you of someone you would rather forget about ((Angels/ Am I Ever Gonna See You Face Again))5: A song that needs to be played LOUD  (Thunderstruck  (Aca Daca) ACDC)6: A song that makes you want to scream? ((Work/ 5th Harmoney))    Not a big fan of pampered Princesses- sorry.7: A song to drive to ((Prituri Se Planitata)) Get in your car. turn this up loud and wait for the F&F feelings to take you! ( It's bril!)8: A song about drugs or alcohol ((My people/ Presets)) (Personal memories)9: A song that makes you happy ((With or without you/ U2)) The first song I sang to my RL/GF trying to get her attention.10: A song that makes you sad ((Day you went away/ Wendy Matthews)) (It's about losing people you love. If you haven't heard it, you should take a listen.)11: A song that you never get tired of  ((Poker face/Lady Gaga)) Parties laughing, getting wasted, just dancing like clowns- This song always bril for it!!12: A song from your teen years ((In the end/ Linkin Park))13: One of your favourite 80's songs((Working class man /Jimmy Barnes))14: A good wedding song((You and me/ Lifehouse)) 15: A song that is a cover by another artist ((Smooth Criminal/ Alien Ant Farm))16: One of your favourite classical songs ((Bhrams Lulluby)) I don't listen to classical- obviously-17: A song that you would sing a duet with on karaoke((The Vamps- Somebody to you.)) For feel-good reasons.18: A song for getting high too.((Children/Robert Miles))19: A song that has many meanings to you ((Story of my life/One Direction)) You never saw that coming- did you!- grins20: A favourite song with a person's name in the title((Copperhead Road/ Steve Earle)) Not a name- a road -But still f***ing good!21: A song that moves you forward((Que Sera/ Justice Crew))  Yea, I know, corny right?22: A song that you think everybody should listen to ((Amber Run- I found))   It speaks to me, in so many ways.23: A song by a band you wish were still together ((Inxs- Never tear us apart)) Bril band!!-  If you haven't heard them-Take a listen-24: A song by an artist no longer living ((I walk the line/ Johnny Cash))   This bloke was 'Hardcore' back in the day yea!25: A song that makes you want to kill people ((Listen to see))  This! It will always get me pumped - It's not a song- more a frame of mind and this describes it the best!26: A song that breaks your heart((Skinny Love/ Birdy)) Dunno why but I always get down listening to this-27: A song by an artist with a voice that you love ((Good ol Bono))  Who wouldn't want his voice yea?28: A song that you remember from your childhood ((beds are burning/ Midnight Oil))29: A song that reminds you of yourself((Unforgiven/ Metallica))30:Last song, someone told you, reminded them of you.(5 seconds of Sumer- Youngblood)   (Cheers Lizzie!) Starts crooning it just because I can- 


10/29/2020 04:59 PM 

A nightmare comes true

A nightmare comes true  Rushed steps echoed through the air and broke the silence of the night. Heavy, quick breathing sounds, the pounding and racing of a fear filled heart. Shadows stretched out, got smaller, then bigger again under the light of the street lamps. No other person was out. Temperatures had dropped rapidly over the last thirteen minutes, close to crack the zero mark. The slender figure never looked back, not once checked if the chaser, the monster, was still after them. But that was not the problem. Something was not right. Why would a hunter run away, in fear, from something they had killed all their life? A strong young man who never took a break from this job. Why would he be in such a hurry to get away?Blonde dyed hair played in a wavy mess all around the smooth features of his feminine face. Onyx, widened hues ripped from one detail of his surroundings to the next, in search for an escape. The coldness sunk deeper, the more his supposed to be victim caught up with his steps. Out of breath from the long run, close to fall in a panic, his energy level lowered, like an old battery, about to give out the last percentage before it would die and shut the system down. Nothing but empty streets, abandoned buildings, and in the far distance the forest in sight. No safe place anywhere around. Where was he supposed to go, in his condition? How much longer could he run without having to face a deadly fight?Clouds pulled up on the black sky, the moonlight faded, hid behind the thick grey cotton, Noah couldnt go much farther. His legs trembled and he stumbled just as he reached the edge of the threatening appearance the forest gave off. A faint sound slipped through soft parted lips, panting for air and not giving up, the hunter pushed his exhausted body back up, crawled first, then ran again to get behind the rows of trees. Nothing reached him anymore. No sound, no scent, his sight was narrowed down, almost blinded and his head spun. Waves of heat rushed through his whole body, followed by waves of pure coldness. Something within him changed, weakened him. A golden color began to break through the onyx of his hues, just before he fell again, not able to get back up. His lungs burned, throat dry and heart about to explode, just from how it felt. But this monster has not dared to take a step closer, it stopped before the first row of trees, as though there was nothing more dangerous than this be continued?


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