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ɪᴄʜᴏʀ

10/24/2020 12:24 PM 

ireyne

Ireyne has no official surname, having been an unrecognized bastard born in King's Landing. She was birthed from a Dornish woman, a former mistress of Aerys II Targaryen, who was sent to the Sept of Baelor to become a silent sister. Her child would start training to become a septa to give the king further atonement for his sins and ensure his heir wouldn't die.She was born months before Viserys and raised primarily by her mother until the woman decided to leave her. From then on, the septas raised her and taught her the faith of The Seven. She had no contact with her father until after she began having dragon dreams at six-years-old. Soon after meeting Aerys, her dreams were deemed useless and faulty due to her impure lineage, but it was more likely that at her young age, she could not adequately describe them. While she was quickly dismissed and forgotten by him, the girl would forever be haunted by the disturbing image of The Scab King and the knowledge that he was her father.When Viserys and his mother flee King’s Landing, Ireyne, is relocated with them only in hopes that her dragon dreams would be of future use as her father had become much more desperate by then. Both her and Dany are abused by their brother for years, with Ireyne enduring most of it to protect the younger girl. Though Viserys had always planned to marry Dany himself, when he has to betroth her to a Dothraki leader, he reluctantly shifts this burden to Ireyne instead.

ɪᴄʜᴏʀ

10/24/2020 12:23 PM 

aneisy

(Pronounced An-EYE-Zee or sometimes An-EYE-See by foreigners)A native of Lhazar who evaded capture during a Dothraki raid when she was a child but lost both of her parents as a result of it. When the Dothraki comes to destroy another village she's residing in, she has prepared herself to fight. However, though she does manage to take one down and non-fatally injure another, she is still captured.She is often described as fox-like, having a head of woolly bright copper coils and dark upturned eyes. She has olive skin and an abundance of freckles bespattered across her face that taper down the rest of her body. She's just slightly over five feet tall and is thin but lean, which seems to be one of her few Lhazareen qualities, while the rest could be mistaken for Ghiscari features.

ɪᴄʜᴏʀ

10/24/2020 12:23 PM 

charlot baratheon

The second oldest child of Cersei, one year younger than Joffrey. She's just as ill-mannered and cruel as her older brother. For this reason, they often get into arguments and even some physical disputes.Despite being old enough to marry, she has not been betrothed to anyone since the age of 12. The reason being that she has never menstruated and is therefore infertile, which makes her undesirable to many suitors.

ɪᴄʜᴏʀ

10/24/2020 12:22 PM 

southern sothoryos lore

(This is a work in progress since I'll have to do a lot of world-building.)

ɪᴄʜᴏʀ

10/24/2020 12:20 PM 

oc concepts

(These may get their own posts if and when I develop them more.)1. Another Stark child, born around the same time as Jon. She's reckless, whimsical, and...for lack of a more historically fitting term, boy crazy.2. A girl from Naath who's tired of being subjected to cruelty and dehumanization flees her home, then grows up to become an assassin of some sort.3. Male conjoined twins who are a part of a medieval circus act or possibly hidden away for their own safety by a well-meaning parent.4. Before the events of Game Of Thrones. A male and female set of Targaryen twins are encouraged to develop an unhealthy bond that one of them will eventually regret and begin to reject as they get older.

❤ᵐʳˢ ᵗᵃᵗᵘᵐ ˢ. ᵐᵃᶜʰᵉʳ

10/23/2020 11:30 PM 

Mrs Tatum Sage Macher's Rules
Current mood:  blessed

i Rp Tatum with a twist Dont like then do not addi also will not accept any twd or soa at alldo not add me if youre a marilyn manson facei will add any spn, mirrors or charmed unless i know you tyvm

xXim_nobodyXx

10/23/2020 10:07 PM 

Things aren't what they seem Season 1 Part 4 "Dangerous people"

Jake rode in his car through the long farm lands, Jessica was losing a lot of blood. Jake felt a gurgle from the engine and the car stopped. Jake Got out and looked at the engine, busted. He got back in the car, took the keys and Jessica and walked down the old highway. He walked for a while and saw an old house in the distance. Jessica stirred and he shushed her. Walking up to the lonely house in the middle of the Irish countryside, he noticed the bones hanging everywhere. He knocked on the door, a woman, about the age of 20, stepping out. She looked at Jessica and urged him in quickly, looking around for anyone that might disrupt them. She closed the door and offered a chair for them. Jake put Jessica in the chair and sat in a chair adjacent from her. The woman left the room and Jake looked around the neat and tidy home. Despite what it looked like on the outside, the inside looked like an old Victorian. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling, bringing light to all the paintings. Jake felt odd at this house, like there was something the house was hiding something. The woman came back with a needle and thread and stiched Jessica up. Jake watched as the needle dug into her skin. Jessica groaned and the woman shushed her.    When the woman was done, she picked Jessica up and walked up the glorious stairs. “Where are you taking her?” Jake asked, getting up from his chair. “This girl needs to rest.” She said. Jake followed her as she opened up a door to a periwinkle room. She set Jessica on the bed and changed her clothes. Then, putting the blanket up to her chest, she left the room. Jake stood there for a moment, watching Jessica sleep, then followed the woman down stairs. At the bottom, she turned. “Go and sit in the living room, and I’ll make tea.” Jake nodded and walked back to the chair he was sitting at. He looked around the room, while hearing water running and the woman humming. He noticed one of the chairs had some red substance on it. He walked over and looked at it. It was very dark. He touched it and it felt thick, thicker than water. As he looked, he didn’t realise that the humming had stopped. The woman cleared her throat, Jake immediately turning around. She smiled and set the tray with their tea on the table. Jake got up and sat down in the chair he was looking at. The woman handed him his tea and she watched as he took a sip. The bitter taste filling his mouth. “I’m Leslie. I’ve lived in this house for my entire life.” Jake nodded and set his tea cup down. “I’m Jake and the girl is Jessica.” Leslie nodded. “So what happened?” Jake picked up his cup and stared at the light brown liquid. “There was an accident. We were on a date and, well she was a little drunk…” Leslie nodded. “I understand, when people are drunk, they can do some stupid things.”   Jake finished his cup of tea and felt his head spinning. Leslie got up from her chair and knelt in front of him. “You should be more careful out here, there are some dangerous people.” Jake closed his eyes, and the tea cup fell to the floor. A single drop of a blue substance hit the carpet. Leslie picked him up and walked up the stairs. She took him to a green room and tied him to a chair.    Jake woke up tied to a chair. He looked around and saw Leslie reading a book in the corner. She looked up at him, “Oh, good you’re up.” She set her book down and stood up. She smiled as she walked over to him. She sat on his legs. “We are going to have some fun, aren’t we?” She kissed him. “Why are you doing this?” Jake asked. She looked sad for a moment, then smiled. “Because it gets lonely here, you are going to stay here with me forever.” She ran her fingers through his hair. “And how do you know that I’ll stay?” She chuckled, “You can’t exactly leave can you?” Jake shook his head. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re nice and comfortable here. We’ll be together forever and ever.” She hugged him closely. “What about Jessica, what did you do with her?” Leslie let go, she looked disgusted. “You still worry about her, when you could have me? She’s fine, but I’ll need to punish you.” She got off of him and left the room. Coming back within minutes, she brought a hammer. “What are you going to do with that?” He asked. She looked upset, “I don’t want to do this to you, but you have to know that I’M the only one for you.” Jake watched in horror as she swung the hammer against his legs, smashing the bones to pieces. Jake yelled in pain, and Leslie looked as if she was going to cry. She dropped the hammer and got down on her knees. “I’m so sorry my love. I didn’t want to do it. I didn’t want to.” She held onto his leg and cried.   That night, Leslie placed Jake in bed with her. She didn’t bother tying him up, since his legs were broken. She held him close and fell asleep very easily. Jake stayed awake for a few hours. He was never going to be able to leave. He thought about Jessica, she was going to waste away in that room, alone. He closed his eyes and soon fell into an uneasy sleep.   Jake woke up to an empty bed. He sat up, pain shot down his spine and radiated through his legs. He groaned and looked around the room. Leslie opened the door, she walked over to the bed. She picked him up, which looked difficult to do and carried him down the stairs. At the bottom she put him in a wheelchair. “There you go.” She said, a sweet smile on her face. He wheeled him to the kitchen and stopped in front of a table. She had made a big breakfast for him, and he was so hungry, but he stopped. He watched as Leslie sat down and began to eat. She looked at him and stopped. “Is there something wrong with the food?” Jake looked at the food, there didn’t seem to be anything wrong, he shook his head and began to eat. Leslie smiled and continued to eat. Once she was done, she watched him finish, with loving eyes. Once he was done, she took his plate and kissed him on the cheek. She placed the dishes in the sink and sat back down. “So, what do you wish to do today?” Jake stared at her for sometime. She might have guessed that he was confused and giggled. ”We could walk through the garden, go into town, or we could just stay at home, just the two of us.” He thought for a moment. Going into town, he could get help, but she would be with him. The garden, what would they even do? “I guess we could just stay here, the two of us.” He answered. Yes, staying here would give him time to think of a way out. Leslie leaned in and touched his chin, he could see her brown eyes sparkle. “Okay, we’ll just stay here, I have to get the bedroom down here ready anyways.” She smiled and walked away. Jake sat there looking around the room. He began to think of a way out.  Jessica opened her eyes. She saw a white ceiling above her. She picked her head up and immediately fell back down. Her head hurt. She tried to get up again, this time sitting up. She could feel a pain radiating from her side. She moved the covers and saw the badges. She looked around the pink room and blinked in the bright sunlight. She moved the covers and stepped onto the floor. As she did so, a woman came into the room. Jessica stared at the woman. She was about her size and age, had dark black hair, and stunning hazel eyes. She looked at the woman, who came to her side and helped her get to a chair. Jessica noticed that she had a weird look in her eyes, as if she were distraught or angry. “Where am I?” Jessica asked. The woman didn’t answer.  Jessica held her arm and stared at her. “Where am I?” The woman seemed to get angrier and slapped her hand away. “Don’t touch me.” Jessica was held in place as the woman taped her to the chair. Jessica tried to scream, but the woman taped her mouth shut. “He loves me, not you. I can’t let you distract him anymore.”  Jessica stared at her with confusion and the woman left. Leslie came back into the kitchen. “Jake, what would you like to do?” she sits on his lap. Jake blushes and looks away. Leslie took his chin in her hand and stared into his eyes. “Are you thinking about her?” she asked, looking desperate. “N-no, I was just...it’s nothing.” Leslie smiled a little. She leaned in and kissed him. At first Jake seemed to retract, but after a moment, he gave in.  That night, as Leslie slept, Jake got out of bed, his legs seeming to have healed faster than the average human. He stared at Leslie and smiled. He walked up the stairs and into the pink room. Jessica slept in the chair. Jake shook her awake and she awoke trying to say something to him. “Don’t worry, it’ll be over soon.” he whispered. He untied her and took the tape off her mouth. “Jake.” She hugged him tightly. He seemed uncomfortable for a moment. She let go and he took her hand. “We’re going to get out of here, I found a way.” He led her to the basement. It was lit only by candles. There was a large hourglass drawing on the floor. “What is this place?” Jessica asked. Jake smiled, “This is where she prays to her god, Malum.” Jessica stared up at him. “How do you know so much about her?” Jake smiled widely. “Because I am her.” Jake grabbed Jessica and threw her to the ground. He laughed with a psychotic laugh. Leslie came out of the shadows. She picked Jessica up. “You will join my army.” Jessica stared up at Leslie. “What are you?” She asked. “I. I am a collective mind.” Leslie answered. “I take bodies from those around me and give their souls to Malum.” Jake explained. Leslie smiled and brought Jessica close to her. She brushed Jessica’s hair out of her face. You will be the perfect host.  A hot, burning pain erupts in Leslie’s side. Both her and Jake scream in pain. Leslie backs up and looks at her side. Her flesh is severely burned, she looks up to Jessica. Jessica’s hand burned, but she didn’t seem phased by it. “What did you do?!” Leslie cried in a voice deeper than her own. Jessica laughed. “I burned you.” Leslie looked in disbelief. “But how?!” Jessica shrugged, “I guess I have powers as well.” Leslie fell to her knees and Jessica ran. She ran to the door and ran to the highway. She flagged down a car and got in. “Please get me out of here.” The man nodded and they left the house. Jessica was sure that she would never see Jake again. Jake stitched Leslie up. The symbol on the floor started to glow. A purple smoke rose and a girl with bright pink hair with blue eyes walked through. The smoke cleared and the girl walked up to Leslie. “Where are the souls you promised?” Leslie pulled a small decorative box from her bag. She handed it to the girl. The girl took it and opened the box. A bright light rose. “I thought you said there were two souls, where is the second one?” Leslie looked down. “She escaped. She had powers and burned me.” The girl slapped Leslie, her eyes pitch black with red irises. “You fool, if she knows who you are then you are doomed.” She opened her mouth and sucked the ball of light into her mouth. A scream emitted from the ball as it was sucked into her mouth. “I want you to find her and bring her to me. She could be useful.” The girl walked back to the symbol and the purple smoke rose again, clouding their vision for a moment, when the smoke cleared, the girl was gone.   Jake rode in his car through the long farm lands, Jessica was losing a lot of blood. Jake felt a gurgle from the engine and the car stopped. Jake Got out and looked at the engine, busted. He got back in the car, took the keys and Jessica and walked down the old highway. He walked for a while and saw an old house in the distance. Jessica stirred and he shushed her. Walking up to the lonely house in the middle of the Irish countryside, he noticed the bones hanging everywhere. He knocked on the door, a woman, about the age of 20, stepping out. She looked at Jessica and urged him in quickly, looking around for anyone that might disrupt them. She closed the door and offered a chair for them. Jake put Jessica in the chair and sat in a chair adjacent from her. The woman left the room and Jake looked around the neat and tidy home. Despite what it looked like on the outside, the inside looked like an old Victorian. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling, bringing light to all the paintings. Jake felt odd at this house, like there was something the house was hiding something. The woman came back with a needle and thread and stiched Jessica up. Jake watched as the needle dug into her skin. Jessica groaned and the woman shushed her.    When the woman was done, she picked Jessica up and walked up the glorious stairs. “Where are you taking her?” Jake asked, getting up from his chair. “This girl needs to rest.” She said. Jake followed her as she opened up a door to a periwinkle room. She set Jessica on the bed and changed her clothes. Then, putting the blanket up to her chest, she left the room. Jake stood there for a moment, watching Jessica sleep, then followed the woman down stairs. At the bottom, she turned. “Go and sit in the living room, and I’ll make tea.” Jake nodded and walked back to the chair he was sitting at. He looked around the room, while hearing water running and the woman humming. He noticed one of the chairs had some red substance on it. He walked over and looked at it. It was very dark. He touched it and it felt thick, thicker than water. As he looked, he didn’t realise that the humming had stopped. The woman cleared her throat, Jake immediately turning around. She smiled and set the tray with their tea on the table. Jake got up and sat down in the chair he was looking at. The woman handed him his tea and she watched as he took a sip. The bitter taste filling his mouth. “I’m Leslie. I’ve lived in this house for my entire life.” Jake nodded and set his tea cup down. “I’m Jake and the girl is Jessica.” Leslie nodded. “So what happened?” Jake picked up his cup and stared at the light brown liquid. “There was an accident. We were on a date and, well she was a little drunk…” Leslie nodded. “I understand, when people are drunk, they can do some stupid things.”   Jake finished his cup of tea and felt his head spinning. Leslie got up from her chair and knelt in front of him. “You should be more careful out here, there are some dangerous people.” Jake closed his eyes, and the tea cup fell to the floor. A single drop of a blue substance hit the carpet. Leslie picked him up and walked up the stairs. She took him to a green room and tied him to a chair.    Jake woke up tied to a chair. He looked around and saw Leslie reading a book in the corner. She looked up at him, “Oh, good you’re up.” She set her book down and stood up. She smiled as she walked over to him. She sat on his legs. “We are going to have some fun, aren’t we?” She kissed him. “Why are you doing this?” Jake asked. She looked sad for a moment, then smiled. “Because it gets lonely here, you are going to stay here with me forever.” She ran her fingers through his hair. “And how do you know that I’ll stay?” She chuckled, “You can’t exactly leave can you?” Jake shook his head. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re nice and comfortable here. We’ll be together forever and ever.” She hugged him closely. “What about Jessica, what did you do with her?” Leslie let go, she looked disgusted. “You still worry about her, when you could have me? She’s fine, but I’ll need to punish you.” She got off of him and left the room. Coming back within minutes, she brought a hammer. “What are you going to do with that?” He asked. She looked upset, “I don’t want to do this to you, but you have to know that I’M the only one for you.” Jake watched in horror as she swung the hammer against his legs, smashing the bones to pieces. Jake yelled in pain, and Leslie looked as if she was going to cry. She dropped the hammer and got down on her knees. “I’m so sorry my love. I didn’t want to do it. I didn’t want to.” She held onto his leg and cried.   That night, Leslie placed Jake in bed with her. She didn’t bother tying him up, since his legs were broken. She held him close and fell asleep very easily. Jake stayed awake for a few hours. He was never going to be able to leave. He thought about Jessica, she was going to waste away in that room, alone. He closed his eyes and soon fell into an uneasy sleep.   Jake woke up to an empty bed. He sat up, pain shot down his spine and radiated through his legs. He groaned and looked around the room. Leslie opened the door, she walked over to the bed. She picked him up, which looked difficult to do and carried him down the stairs. At the bottom she put him in a wheelchair. “There you go.” She said, a sweet smile on her face. He wheeled him to the kitchen and stopped in front of a table. She had made a big breakfast for him, and he was so hungry, but he stopped. He watched as Leslie sat down and began to eat. She looked at him and stopped. “Is there something wrong with the food?” Jake looked at the food, there didn’t seem to be anything wrong, he shook his head and began to eat. Leslie smiled and continued to eat. Once she was done, she watched him finish, with loving eyes. Once he was done, she took his plate and kissed him on the cheek. She placed the dishes in the sink and sat back down. “So, what do you wish to do today?” Jake stared at her for sometime. She might have guessed that he was confused and giggled. ”We could walk through the garden, go into town, or we could just stay at home, just the two of us.” He thought for a moment. Going into town, he could get help, but she would be with him. The garden, what would they even do? “I guess we could just stay here, the two of us.” He answered. Yes, staying here would give him time to think of a way out. Leslie leaned in and touched his chin, he could see her brown eyes sparkle. “Okay, we’ll just stay here, I have to get the bedroom down here ready anyways.” She smiled and walked away. Jake sat there looking around the room. He began to think of a way out.  Jessica opened her eyes. She saw a white ceiling above her. She picked her head up and immediately fell back down. Her head hurt. She tried to get up again, this time sitting up. She could feel a pain radiating from her side. She moved the covers and saw the badges. She looked around the pink room and blinked in the bright sunlight. She moved the covers and stepped onto the floor. As she did so, a woman came into the room. Jessica stared at the woman. She was about her size and age, had dark black hair, and stunning hazel eyes. She looked at the woman, who came to her side and helped her get to a chair. Jessica noticed that she had a weird look in her eyes, as if she were distraught or angry. “Where am I?” Jessica asked. The woman didn’t answer.  Jessica held her arm and stared at her. “Where am I?” The woman seemed to get angrier and slapped her hand away. “Don’t touch me.” Jessica was held in place as the woman taped her to the chair. Jessica tried to scream, but the woman taped her mouth shut. “He loves me, not you. I can’t let you distract him anymore.”  Jessica stared at her with confusion and the woman left. Leslie came back into the kitchen. “Jake, what would you like to do?” she sits on his lap. Jake blushes and looks away. Leslie took his chin in her hand and stared into his eyes. “Are you thinking about her?” she asked, looking desperate. “N-no, I was just...it’s nothing.” Leslie smiled a little. She leaned in and kissed him. At first Jake seemed to retract, but after a moment, he gave in.  That night, as Leslie slept, Jake got out of bed, his legs seeming to have healed faster than the average human. He stared at Leslie and smiled. He walked up the stairs and into the pink room. Jessica slept in the chair. Jake shook her awake and she awoke trying to say something to him. “Don’t worry, it’ll be over soon.” he whispered. He untied her and took the tape off her mouth. “Jake.” She hugged him tightly. He seemed uncomfortable for a moment. She let go and he took her hand. “We’re going to get out of here, I found a way.” He led her to the basement. It was lit only by candles. There was a large hourglass drawing on the floor. “What is this place?” Jessica asked. Jake smiled, “This is where she prays to her god, Malum.” Jessica stared up at him. “How do you know so much about her?” Jake smiled widely. “Because I am her.” Jake grabbed Jessica and threw her to the ground. He laughed with a psychotic laugh. Leslie came out of the shadows. She picked Jessica up. “You will join my army.” Jessica stared up at Leslie. “What are you?” She asked. “I. I am a collective mind.” Leslie answered. “I take bodies from those around me and give their souls to Malum.” Jake explained. Leslie smiled and brought Jessica close to her. She brushed Jessica’s hair out of her face. You will be the perfect host.  A hot, burning pain erupts in Leslie’s side. Both her and Jake scream in pain. Leslie backs up and looks at her side. Her flesh is severely burned, she looks up to Jessica. Jessica’s hand burned, but she didn’t seem phased by it. “What did you do?!” Leslie cried in a voice deeper than her own. Jessica laughed. “I burned you.” Leslie looked in disbelief. “But how?!” Jessica shrugged, “I guess I have powers as well.” Leslie fell to her knees and Jessica ran. She ran to the door and ran to the highway. She flagged down a car and got in. “Please get me out of here.” The man nodded and they left the house. Jessica was sure that she would never see Jake again. Jake stitched Leslie up. The symbol on the floor started to glow. A purple smoke rose and a girl with bright pink hair with blue eyes walked through. The smoke cleared and the girl walked up to Leslie. “Where are the souls you promised?” Leslie pulled a small decorative box from her bag. She handed it to the girl. The girl took it and opened the box. A bright light rose. “I thought you said there were two souls, where is the second one?” Leslie looked down. “She escaped. She had powers and burned me.” The girl slapped Leslie, her eyes pitch black with red irises. “You fool, if she knows who you are then you are doomed.” She opened her mouth and sucked the ball of light into her mouth. A scream emitted from the ball as it was sucked into her mouth. “I want you to find her and bring her to me. She could be useful.” The girl walked back to the symbol and the purple smoke rose again, clouding their vision for a moment, when the smoke cleared, the girl was gone.  

🍭inscrutable.

10/23/2020 09:53 PM 

please, don't leave me. (@versifier)

(pink)please, don't leave me. i don't know if i can yell any louderhow many times have i kicked you out of hereor said something insulting?i can be so mean when i wanna bei am capable of really anythingi can cut you into pieces"I'm tired, Buffy. This push and this pull, we can't be like this forever. I've done so much and I feel like it'll never be enough for you. How long do you plan to play this game with me, hm? I want to give you my all, but you're still stuck in this frustrating indecision. It's killing me, knowing what I feel for you, yet I'm still unsure about how you feel. Unsure of where I stand with you. Where we stand. Unsure of what this is. Am I just wasting my time here? I'm a man, despite how you may see me sometimes. I'm not just some toy that you can play around with whenever you feel like sh*t, then toss off into the back of your closet until you need a pick me up again. I'm done, Buffy. I don't want to be your dirty little secret anymore. I don't want to be just your dark place. I want to be more than that. And until you can figure out what it is that you want from me, I'm leaving. Find me when you're good and ready, Slayer. When you're through being scared."And with that, Buffy watched him turn his back to her.i always say how i don't need youbut it's always gonna comeright back to this...The very person she never could imagine walking away. But, that's what it was, right? Buffy thought she could treat him however she wanted, and he would always stay, because he loved her, didn't he? And she took advantage of that. Buffy knew the hold that she had over him, and she knew that no matter what, Spike would always come around, would always be there to be the shoulder to cry on, to be that dark place that shrouded her in its comfort; that protected her from the world around her if only for a moment. She did this. She made this happen. Buffy used him up until she felt better; selfish bitch. Took advantage of how he felt for her. Treated him like garbage and kicked him down whenever she found herself feeling so high and mighty, vibrating above them all; forgetting that she felt up there in the first place because he had stroked her ego when she felt down in the dumps.She pushed him away, and now he was leaving her.can't you tell that this isall just a contest?the one that wins will be the onethat hits the hardestBuffy felt the sudden emptiness that overtook her, the hole that had formed itself at the middle of her chest. The darkness that was threatening to ensnare her. She was alone. She would always be alone. Undeserving of any form of love. That was her fate. That was what she deserved.And the sting of hot tears teetered at the edge of her doe eyes; her vision blurred as they filled her gaze up to the brim until they were falling off the corners and rolling big and fat down her flushed cheeks. A strangled sob left her as she turned away from him, yet she didn't walk off. No, she stood there, before descending to the floor beneath her. She didn't want to see him go. She couldn't. There was rage burning within her veins now, and she wanted to scream, to run after him and hit him over and over until his blood was staining her bruised knuckles. But it wouldn't fix a thing..."Spike..." She uttered, would he hear her? Buffy could still feel him. That tether between them, the one that tied them together. It was strong, wasn't it? Too strong, too thick to break away...Buffy swallowed the knot that formed itself at the bottom of her throat. She felt sick to her stomach. There was a pressure in her chest, it felt like it would crush her heart and shatter it to a thousand little pieces that she would never be able to collect and piece back together again. She hated it. She wanted it to stop.The queasy feeling was only intensifying with every trickling minute, and she felt it, that tickle at the back of her throat, the way her insides collided and shook - there was something that her body wanted her to eject, but she wasn't going to throw-up, no... it was words. Words that she had been too scared to say, to admit to. Spike didn't have to leave, he didn't have to go anywhere, because Buffy knew exactly what she wanted. She had known for a while now, and she had to say them... he had to know...i forgot to say out loudhow beautiful you reallyare to me"Don't go! Please, don't leave me..." She cried out, was her voice shaking? Would he notice that she was crying? Buffy didn't turn to look behind her, afraid that if she did, she would notice that she was simply begging the shadows, confessing her emotions to nothing at all..."I..." And she felt it, the pressure became worse. It almost felt like she was suffocating. Her breath hitched and her eyes closed for a moment. She had to let it go. She had to say it. "I-I love you, William..." The words finally fell from her lips, and just like that... the pressure seemed to disappear... evaporate into the atmosphere.There. She had said them. They were raw and true and full of emotion. The very words that she felt would curse them forever if she ever dared to speak them out into the universe. The words that she dreaded to say, to feel, to accept. It was her and Spike. It had been her and Spike for a long time now. How long could she ignore the fire that he ignited within her? Not anymore. It was no longer hidden deep within her rib cage, left to fester.Buffy could breathe again, she felt free... that now he knew...And she hoped that she wasn't too late, she hoped that he would stay.i can't be withoutyou're my perfect little punching bagand i need youi'm sorry.

ℱerret.

10/23/2020 08:37 PM 

I will never love you. (a drarry drabble)

I will never love you.credit to undesirable (666251) for the gif set and the inspiration.  I offered you my hand, my friendship so many years ago and you rejected it. I remember the sting, the bitterness, the anger that stirred within my chest that came with said rejection. I was appalled that you'd choose others so lowly over being friends with me, a Malfoy, a pureblood. You went making friends with the wrong sort, and became my rival, my enemy, the very thought of you existing, your presence, tormented me, upset me - the Golden Boy, oh-so-special Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived. Everyone always vouched for you, praised you somehow in one way or another. You got away with nearly everything, even when you were sticking your nose into business that didn't concern you. Nosy and always caught up in trouble, yet... you always got what you wanted, didn't you? Because the people around you were so eager to gift you with rewards for your insolence.It wasn't fair, and I hated you for it. The jealousy consumed me and I couldn't stop myself from competing, from making sure that I'd somehow be equal or above you in some way. Yet, I found myself falling behind. Always. Every time. No matter how hard I attempted to catch up, to surpass you, just when I believed myself to be so close to the goal, to stealing your horrid light and shining much brighter than you... I never could. You were always the hero, the special one, you and the stupid bloody scar upon your forehead.It was all I could ever hear everyone talk about since I was a child."Hurrah, hurrah! Three cheers for Harry Potter! He saved us all. The world is at peace now because of him. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, gone! Gone for good! Remember the name, young one, someday, you'll have to thank him for the time you get to live in; the world you get to experience and grow up in."My parents would sneer at such remarks, and would tell me to pay no attention to such nonsense.Ah, but as I grew... as I grew... I craved for praise, for greatness, to be the pride of my family... and what greater pride would it be to have Harry Potter as my friend? On my side? No... what a foolish thought. My father would never accept it. It was because of you that his great Dark Lord was gone. It was because of you that the Wizarding World ran rampant with those of tainted blood, filthy, dirty, traitors...Even the mere mention of your name brought my father annoyance, yet... I couldn't help myself from speaking it. I couldn't stop myself from constantly bringing you up in my conversations, my complaints, my jealous remarks when I wished to have him buy me something that you have already required before I.Surely, father began to tire of constantly hearing your name fall from my lips. But, why couldn't I keep myself from speaking it? Why couldn't I ignore your existence? Pretend that you just weren't there at all. Why couldn't I be blind to your presence and deaf to your voice? I had done it before with so many others that I considered below me. They were ghosts to me, passing through the halls of Hogwarts. Yet, no matter how hard I would try to make you a specter to my vision, I failed and you were always there.Solid, real, as loud as ever.And I couldn't stop myself from addressing myself to you. In any way possible, I'd ridicule you, insult you, spit my venom and lash you with my silver tongue. I wanted to torment you, I wanted to make sure that you knew that I was always there, ready to pounce at your every move - eager to make you falter and fall, watching and waiting.If I couldn't be your friend, then I would be a scourge in your life.I hated you. I hated you with every single fiber of my existence. I hated you so very much that when I got the mark I was so proud of myself. So proud to be part of the army that was bent on destroying everything that you ever loved, everything that you ever believed in. Proud that I got to stand at the side of the very man that promised us all that he would end you, destroy you...I was so sure that that was what I had wanted. It was all I've ever dreamed of come true. The great Harry Potter, reduced to nothing but dust.But there was something different that stirred within me then. Things that confused me, that shook me, that consumed me and filled me with fear and anger. They filled me with a sick feeling at the pit of my stomach. And what would happen to me if they knew? If He knew...If my thoughts were laid out for all to see... the passing glances full of rage, frustration... tension. The fight, the brush of our hands, of our lips... the secret moments that we shared with each other that only managed to fill me with even greater confusion, even greater frustration, and dare I say, shame...If they all saw, if they all could feel the things that we felt... what would've happened then?Oh... like any of it truly mattered.We were both caught in a war, standing on either side; our backs to each other.Death was lingering heavily over our heads, all of our heads.Yet... you prevailed.And I... failed. I failed in so many ways. I felt remorse and regret and guilt, heavy upon my shoulders. Dread and panic. Shame - a new form of it filled me, and hatred crawled and wormed itself right back into my cold heart... and again, I swore to myself that I hated you; convinced that you had ruined my life. Didn't you? No... I'd be dead without you. Even though I was so sure that you had surely killed me at some point -- SECTUMSEMPRA!I should've died. I wanted to, although I feared the judgement that would face me on the other side. Worse than anything that I could ever face while living.So many things happened between then and now, and so many things changed since between here and there; and I was sure that my love was stuck in a permanent winter and that my thoughts of you would forever be full of hatred, confusion, bitterness... frustration that I somehow, in some way, owed you my life. Our forever saviour, Harry James Potter.I never wanted to see those emerald greens looking into mine ever again. I never wanted to see that bloody cursed scar, or feel your fingers interlocked with mine, or steal away kisses in the secrecy, concealed by the shadows that comforted us, that hid us away from the eyes that would never understand, that couldn't... that wouldn't... and could you blame them for it? Even we couldn't seem to fully wrap our minds around it...I swore that whatever that was, whatever we had, was done and over with. That it would be kept lost and secret in those shadows from the past, within the walls of that castle; dead and buried like those that fell to the war. I never wanted to feel that way again, not towards you.Yet.... our paths crossed unwillingly, unexpected... and we felt heavy, and we felt that electricity, the frustration, the confusion, the tension that sparked within our eyes when our gazes met.Everything came rushing back, like a wave of strong water that toppled down the stone wall that kept it from flooding. It pulled me under, it drowned me...And again, we were fighting, our hands were brushing, our lips were pressed, and your body crushed me beneath its heated weight and I welcomed it... over and over and over...Now I find myself here, laying beside your sleeping form, wide awake, thinking, watching you sleep soundly. You seem peaceful, stirring here and there, and I wonder what you're dreaming about? I wonder if somehow, I steal away your nightmares... and if I could, I would... and I would make them all mine. I deserve it, don't I? The mark still taints my flesh, slightly faded now, far from the dark intensity that it held when I was first given it. I was one of them. So ready and so sure that I wanted to snuff you out.And I still hate you, Potter. I hate you for filling me with these emotions. For giving me a second chance. For making me feel like I am deserving of love, deserving of you. I hate you because you are still better than me, you still continue to shine brighter than I, and I would never become that.I will never love you. I can't ever love you. No, at least not out loud.  A soft sigh escaped Draco's lips as he reached a hand towards Harry's bare back, his finger softly traced that forbidden phrase across his flesh - the letters magically appearing against his skin; bright, yet fading steadily. Draco watched them as they slowly disappeared, like a whispered secret, a shrouded sentiment, burning bright and fading softly into Harry's soul.

ʜᴇʟʟʀᴀɪsᴇʀ

10/23/2020 08:25 PM 

"Demons" Sample. Spider Man Noir starter

The beating of music filled her ears. World had been thrown into a daze as the punk rock looking woman continued her consumption of alcohol. Beer after beer, shot after shot. At some point she grew numb to the bitter taste until she didn't know what she was drinking anymore. The club continued on with life. At her company was many. Supermodels, Hotshots and low-lives. Kate fell into that third category. After her break up with Mags her life spiraled once again out of control. Kate swapped spit with several different women... At this point, it was beyond her control. She couldn't even tell you who she kissed if you asked her. She couldn't even tell you where she was if you asked. How people looked at her in disgust.. A look she was all too familiar with. It didn't bother her anymore. The whole world could know she was garbage and it wouldn't make a difference to anything. Every night Katherine was troubled by night terrors. The kind that makes you not want to sleep. The alcohol and women eased that fear slightly... She didn't even remember getting home.."Kate....." A familiar voice calls out like a whisper... blurred. Distant. It continues her cry... Eventually Kate recognizses this as the voice of her sister. "Kate, help me.." "Alice?" Kate rises out of bed, her head ached a thousands promises of hell the following morning. Yet still she rose. She would soldier on. "Alice... wait!" Kate cried out. Skin as pale as death. Katherine followed her sister through a dark corridor, hands of the unknown reaching from the dark shadows at her sides. "KATE!" She cried, "HELP ME! IT'S GOT ME! HELP!" A gunshot rings out.... "ALICE!!!!!!!!" Kate cries out, chasing the figure before her. Closer it got, Kate reached out. Fingertips only inches away from touching her. "I'm sorry Alice! I'm so sorry!" She finally touched her. The creature that turned around wasn't Alice..."NO!!!" Katherine awakes from her hellish slumber! .... Another nightmare... The two sleeping women at her side awoke, giving understandably questionable looks at her and the cold sweat that has broken out. "Excuse me.." Katherine stumbled out of bed... and out the room she went. Gotham City: 3:32Am. Katherine Kane found herself suited up... It was much more comfortable as the Batwoman than it was as the good for nothing punk. Still, Kate's actions were felt in the head of Batwoman's which swirled around... And being on a rooftop during a rain storm, it was probably not the smartest choice. But these nightmares had only started when Kathernine chose to investigate the mirror murders. People throughout of Gotham City have gone missing, said to have been dragged into the mirrors of their bathroom.. Blood left behind, but nothing more. Bloody Mary. She existed. Katherine awaited her partner... A new vigilante in Gotham. Spider Man, some called him. "I need your help," Katherine spoke the second she sensed someone had arrived. Even in her drunken state, her senses were sharp. 

'The Wily Fox'

10/23/2020 07:08 PM 

Rp and me.

Rp and me.(The things I get made to feel bad about in rp.)Sorry, I’m a lousy writer.Sorry, I write too well.Sorry if you think I’m an idiot.Sorry if I daunt you.Sorry if I feel lost trying to figure this all out!Sorry if I’m the wrong sex.Sorry, I am straight.Sorry if I don’t sugar-coat.Sorry, I’m honest.Sorry I won’t lie.Sorry if I act too nice.Sorry, you think I’m a pushover.Sorry, I’m not a pushover.Sorry, I respect you.Sorry, I’m not worth your respect.Sorry if I don’t do drama.Sorry I won’t play your games.Sorry, I’m so easy to blame.Sorry I won’t JUST partner you.Sorry, I only partner with chemistry.Sorry, I am not elite enough.Sorry I am friendly.Sorry I work too much.Sorry I get tired.Sorry, I seem too confident.Sorry, I doubt myself.Sorry, I go quiet.Sorry, I’m not good enough for you.Sorry, I should be a better man.Sorry, I’m not an ass.Sorry, I am an ass.Sorry, sometimes I struggle.Sorry, I forgot. I don’t count.Sorry THEY are always more important.Sorry, YOU are always more important.Sorry, I forget all these things I do wrong.Sorry I need to man the f*** up and deal with it! - Right?Sorry I don’t know what the f*** I’m doing because of it all, or where and if I even fit in!I feel like I’m drowning.  

𝕭𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖞𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖊

10/23/2020 06:19 PM 

Cup of Coffee- Breakout Reply for McKinley

How could anyone possibly think with all the chaos? Sighing, Artemis looked at Jasmine, nodding in agreement. It was in times like these when he knew why he loved her. She was the calm to his storm. And right now, it was hailing craziness. Artemis raised an eyebrow and couldn’t help but smile when she pulled the “tough love” act on him. Only she would be able to speak to him that way and get away with it. As much as he hated to admit it, but Jasmine was right. They needed a plan. Artemis toyed with the idea of calling in the other FBI agents to discuss, but decided against it. He and his beloved needed to come up with a plan first, then fill everyone in later. The less people contributing to the plan, the better. “Jazz…”Artemis looked over his shoulder to see Dave mere feet away. “Be careful. I’ll meet you as soon as I can.” He watched longingly as Jasmine headed for the diner. Mere moments later, the Alpha felt a hand on his shoulder. Artemis had been lost in thoughts, formulating a plan that he became rigid. Almost on instinct, he flipped the intruder over only to frown as Artemis recognized his roommate. “Uh, sorry Dave. But in my defense, you should never sneak up on someone, especially in this type of chaos,” Artemis reprimanded him. “No worries, bro. That was wicked cool,” Dave stated as he was helped up by Artemis. Before Artemis had a chance to answer, he heard Katherine speaking to him from the crowd. Was he ever going to get to Jasmine? The Alpha raised an eyebrow as he listened to the woman, all the while trying not to react to the vampire scent coming from her. He had to give the woman credit for coming to him for help though. Artemis thought about how best to answer her. Of course he was going to help, but not here. Not in the middle of chaos. He looked at Dave who shrugged. “Of course I’ll help,” Artemis replied finally. “I was just on the way to the diner right across the street to meet my, uh partner Jasmine. Why don’t you come with me and you can give us both the description of your child. Perhaps she’s seen them.” Truth be told, Artemis really just wanted to get out of the middle of the chaos. Between that and the full moon approaching, being around this many people was never a good thing. His senses were on overload as he began inching towards the diner to give Katherine the hint that they needed to get to safety. “Mind if I come along? I’m starving!” Dave had finished his pizza before he was thrown to the ground. Artemis looked at his human roommate and rolled his eyes. “If you think you can handle what you are about to walk into, then sure.” Artemis turned his attention back to Katherine. “Well, what do you say? I’ll buy you a cup of coffee. Heck, I’ll buy everyone a round. Lord knows we all need it.” credit

Diamond Dame

10/23/2020 05:16 PM 

Reine Blanche

✦"I'm diamond... ✦I'm by definition ✦my own best friend." Code-name: White Queen Name: Emma Grace Frost Position: Former White Queen of the Hellfire Club, CEO of Frost International, Teacher at X-Mansion, Former Licensed Sex Therapist Gender: Female  Age: 29Appearance: buxom, posh, and scantily clad; rarely ever seen not dressed in all white. Hair: dyed ashe blonde  Eyes: ice blue Skin: golden beach tan Weight: 144lb. Height: 5'10" Other: Rhinoplasty, breast augmentation Place of Birth: Boston, Massachusetts Mother: Hazel Frost  Father: Winston Frost Other Family: siblings Cordelia, Adrienne, and Christian Frost; clone-daughters 'The Stepford Cuckoos' : Esme (deceased), Mindee, Phoebe, Celeste, and Sophie(deceased)  Powers: Telepathy, psionic shielding, telepathic mind-cloaking, telepathic illusion, telepathic camouflage, absorbing information, astral projection, preventing use of abilities thru psychic inhibitors, mind-link, pain induction, trauma healing, mind control, mind swap, memory erase, mind alteration, mental sedation, mental paralysis, amnesia, psionic lightning, psionic blasts; secondary mutation that morphs natural physiology into a pure, organic diamond, virtually immune to all forms of physical and emotional duress. While in the form, Emma does not fatigue; weight is increased to 441 lbs, but agility, reflexes, and speed are increased by manifold. Power Limitations: While Emma trains her body and mind constantly to maintain herself in peak physical condition, she has no physical enhancements in speed, strength, or stamina in her original form. This can become problematic with a mentally resistant opponent for her to rely too much on her telepathy. In diamond form, Emma loses all access to her psychic powers, only having her diamond-shaped strength which is designed more for defense than offense. Every diamond has its flaws, and Emma's is located in the nose region. It is a shatter-point in an otherwise unbreakable chassis.  Personality: icy, aloof, cunning. Cares more for others more than she lets on. Hobbies/Interests: Fighting, manipulation, shopping. ❖ Sources: Marvel Comics, Comicvine, Fandomwiki  ✦ Art: Jeff Dekal

Derek.

10/23/2020 05:06 PM 

OT 121

1.) What is one thing you hope not to hear go bump in the night?  whispers 2.) Favorite scary movie?Halloween3.) One thing you hope you see on Halloween night?no fires4.) One thing that a witch might carry?broomstick5.) One thing you wear on Halloween?costume 6.) Something you give to trick or treaters?chocolate7.) What costume are you wearing this year?I really haven't decided yet8.) Favorite Halloween candy?candy corn9.) Possible tricks you can hand out?I'm more for passing out candy to trick or treaters10.) What do you not want to see in a haunted house?bats11.) What two things kill a vampire?garlic and the sun12.) What is the name of the motel in the movie Psycho? Norman Bates13.) Who played Edward Scissorhands?Johnny Depp14.) What movie does the line "I see dead people" come from?the sixth sense15.) If you were trapped in a scary movie which one would you want to be in?Halloween16.) If you had to fight Mike, Jason, or Freddy which one would you pick?Mike17.) If you were being chased by a scary-looking doll what would you do?run18.) Would you be friends with Pennywise in order to save your life?of course19.) On Halloween, Charlie Brown helps Linus wait for what character to appear?the great pumpkin20.) If Zach came trick or treating at your door what would you give him?candy

Tony Nese

10/23/2020 03:02 PM 

Torch Time!

"Well hello ladies and gentlemen my name is Tony Nese and i am the challenger for the X Division championship."says in a confident way as he smirked."I been over hyped about the match, excited and well you know the rest i can't wait for No Mercy and challenge Little Mister Frenzy.... whoever it is your name will be forgotten when you loose... Cause i plan on going in and becoming the next X Division champion... and guess what nobody or nothing is going to stop me from becoming the next X division champ so how do you like that Frenzy boy. Yeah and well your brothers won't be at ringside when i lay the smackdown on you.!"flexed as he looks both ways and then chuckled "Like someone said want some come get some! But in this case it's gonna be diffrent it's going to be in the ring my friend... My friend more like my opponent..""But back to business you got something i want and that's that X division title i want that title. It's time that this Torch got hismelf a title. Though i have a beautiful valet by my side... You know what they said behind every great man stands a great woman and i do have one on my side for Sunday PPV. Things are looking so good for me. Yes they are i got the girl all i need is that X division championship and the whole package is complete."Nods his head focused, determined look in his eyes as he then steps back."Kinda thinking about it i wish the match was now me and you for that X Division championship.. But i am a patient man i will wait for the match it's not that long next week PPV we will compete for that X division championship.... I am going to do everything in my power to take that title off your hands and hold it up high... Once i am victories and that's going to be unforgetful! You can believe that... What you got Frenzy..."Chuckled as he then takes a step back and then looks both ways as he then poses and then turned away as he walked away from the scene as he the lights turned off.

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