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πš•πš’πšπšπš•πšŽ πšŠπš•πš’πšŽπš—πšœ.

10/26/2020 02:27 PM 


πšƒπš πšŽπš—πšπš’ 𓃉 π™Ώπš›πš’πšŸπšŠπšπšŽ π™Έπš—πšŸπšŽπšœπšπš’πšπšŠπšπš˜πš› 𓃉 π™ΌπšŽπš–πš˜πš›πš’ π™ΌπšŠπš—πš’πš™πšžπš•πšŠπšπš˜πš›synopsis❟Valeria is a mutant. She has the power to manipulate memories through touch. She can create, erase, alter and view people’s memories. She works as a private investigator. She’s usually hired by the lonely wives of rich businessman to confirm their suspicions of affairs. She takes whatever business she can get, She’s not discriminatory when it comes to income. She often ends up working for opposing sides.personality❟Valeria is constantly exhausted, so she is quick to temper. She drowns her problems at the bottom of a flask. She is almost always sarcastic, and can't take anyone or anything seriously. She will usually disregard anything unless it has to do with violence against women. Things like that enrage her and send her into a spiral.headcanons❟coming soonbiography❟coming soon 

πš•πš’πšπšπš•πšŽ πšŠπš•πš’πšŽπš—πšœ.

10/26/2020 01:54 PM 


πšπš•πšŽπš‘πš’πš‹πš•πšŽ 𝚊𝚐𝚎 𓃉 π™·πšžπšπšπš•πšŽπš™πšžπšπš 𓃉 π™ΌπšŠπšπš’πšŒπš£πš˜πš˜πš•πš˜πšπš’πšœπš 𓃉synopsis❟Adina is a Kazakh-English witch who grew up in a nomadic tribe, traveling through central Asia. Her family’s tribe has a history of having the ability to warg through animals. Adina can see through the eyes of her pet hawk Artemis.personality❟Adina is quiet and well-mannered she's accustomed to living alone so she is often found talking to herself. she prefers the company of animals to people. She is warm-hearted and empathetic to a fault, willing to give someone the shirt off her back if they needed it.headcanons❟ βˆ˜ΰΌšπ©‘ She wants to become a magizoologist. βˆ˜ΰΌšπ©‘ Her pet eagle Artemis is her best friend. She’s rarely seen without him in the area. βˆ˜ΰΌšπ©‘ She is an expert shot. She was raised around a bow and arrow. βˆ˜ΰΌšπ©‘ She was raised Muslim, so even though she doesn’t practice anymore she still doesn’t eat pork. It makes her stomach hurt. βˆ˜ΰΌšπ©‘ She believes Robert Smith from The Cure and Bjork are wizards/witches. Don’t try and convince her otherwise βˆ˜ΰΌšπ©‘ She speaks English, Kazakh, Russian, Mongolian and a smidge of Chinese βˆ˜ΰΌšπ©‘ Adina’s wand is second hand. One of the last wands made by Gregorvitch himself before he passed. βˆ˜ΰΌšπ©‘ She can’t swim. βˆ˜ΰΌšπ©‘ She loves to be outside, even when it's raining. You can always find her by the lake, in all types of weather. biography❟Adina’s father was an Russian-English wizard, and her mother a muggleborn Kazakh witch. Her father Eric had traveled through Mongolia to research the witches and wizards of Central Asia, who managed to tame eagles and hawks. The number of these witches and wizards had dwindled, due to the modernization of society. During his travels in inner Mongolia, he met a small nomadic tribe. He met a woman named Yana, who had a particular affinity with her eagle. During a moonlit hunt she confessed to him about her magic. She could see through the eyes of her eagle, and sometimes she thought things to fruition. The whole village had been keeping her a secret from prying eyes and other tribes her entire life. Eric then told her about the wizarding world where he was from. They talked for hours, and their shared secret brought them closer. They married less than a year later. Yana and eric moved back to England, in a little cottage in the hills. It took a while for Yana to get used to modern appliances, and even longer to get used to the noise. Her eagle also accompanied them, living in the area and causing the locals quite the scare. He returned home nightly, and was sometimes sent all the way back home to carry messages. One such message was of Yana’s pregnancy.Adina was born on a perfectly average rainy Sunday. Her mother had her at home, with her father Eric, and a midwife by her side. She was always a perfectly pleasant baby, preferring to coo and giggle than cry. As a toddler, she kept up with the sunny disposition, oftentimes lost in her imagination, or trying to lead another group of children. As she grew up her friendly and adventurous nature lasted all throughout her childhood. Wherever she went, she attempted to create her own posse, as she couldn’t stand to be alone. When she was six, her mother and father took her back home to Kazakhstan, where her clan had been living. They migrated back to Mongolia. Yana had enough of all the noise, preferring the calm stability of home. They would travel back and forth from Kazakhstan to China throughout the year.Yana tutored her daughter in the skills she knew best, teaching the child how to master beginner potions. Her father prepped her with simple wand magic. There were no laws here regarding the use of underage magic. It was here, without other children around that Adina had befriended her first eagle. He had landed a few feet away at first, cautious to the eager youngster’s grabby hands. He flew away, and they thought that was the last of him. He returned every day from then on, getting closer and closer. Adina offered him a rat, and from that day they were inseparable. During her afternoon nap she would have a recurring dream, in which she would fly high over the landscape, soaring through the plains. She told her parents about this dream, and they celebrated their daughter's first signs of magic.When Adina turned 11 she received two letters. One from Hogwarts and one from Koldovstoretz her parents debated on this for days. Her father fought with the idea that she could get a better education at Hogwarts, her mother wanted her to stay close to home. eventually, they came to the decision that Adina would attend Hogwarts. She lacked formal education and struggled to keep up with reading the text. The only class she found solace and comfort in was the study and care of magical creatures, where she shone and excelled. She could feel a connection to each and every animal that was inexplicable. The dreams kept coming. Every night she would inhabit the body of another creature. it was mainly her eagle Artemis at first. It then developed to other animals at the school. She considered it normal, her mother could do it, so couldn’t everyone? It was in class where this was brought to the professor's attention. They pulled her aside to examine her skill. confused, Adina couldn’t understand why this was becoming such a commotion. To her it was simple, like slipping on a glove or falling into a dream. It just happened. She had private lessons scheduled, and her control over it began to increase. She could now do it during waking hours, and even control the body she inhabited. With the help of the professors and even a few of the students, she rose to the occasion. She had planned to attend school to become a professor.School overwhelmed her. she had always been mediocre at best. Adina felt like she could never measure up. There were whispers from the others, hushed voices in the corners of the common room, and walking through the hallway. She was the primitive girl who lived in a hut. She clung to the hope that one day she would best them all, and set to work to not only improve her primary skills but all of the others as well. She would often fall asleep in the library studying. When the other students saw the effort and drive she displayed they quieted. Although she has worked hard to prove she was worthy, the thoughts still live in the deepest corners of her mind "Am I good enough? Do I truly belong here?”

πš•πš’πšπšπš•πšŽ πšŠπš•πš’πšŽπš—πšœ.

10/26/2020 01:26 PM 


I'll keep this short, sweet, and to the point (since I know if anyone actually DOES read this, they'll scan through it anyways) BEHAVIORA modicum of respect. It's a two-way street. No I don't want to smut with you random stranger. I reserve the right to block and delete without warning. Don't be too pressed. WRITINGI am not picky! I just want to explore cool storylines with cool people. I don't have a strict standard for writing other than literacy. Any length is fine, discussing, status play, banter, it's all good sh*t. Because of the nature of my account, I do HAVE to discuss before beginning any storyline (although if you have a character in mind skip ahead and address them directly!) There probably won't be too much romance, but if there is it obviously means this account is a multi-ship.  IN REGARDS TO MCRP ACCOUNTSI absolutely adore them! I, unfortunately, have too many characters to have a different page for each one, so this works best for me. If you have some kind of issue with MCRP's please go ahead and delete me. I'm just here to write and make friends! I don't know how being a multi-muse page would affect that.

πš•πš’πšπšπš•πšŽ πšŠπš•πš’πšŽπš—πšœ.

10/26/2020 12:14 PM 


πšπš πšŽπš—πšπš’-πš˜πš—πšŽ 𓃉 πšœπš’πš—πšπšŽπš› 𓃉 πšŒπš’πš‹πš˜πš›πš 𓃉 synopsis❟After a tragic accident during childhood, 75% of Blaire's body was replaced with cybernetics. The rehabilitation process was long, and Blaire's parents kept her safe, tucked away in their mountainside home. As she grew older the urge to leave the safety of her nest grew stronger. Her parents wouldn't allow her to leave, they had full autonomy of her cybernetic implants, and could shut them down if they chose. instead, she dove into the web. she fell in love with performing and performs virtually. the web is the only place she feels at home.personality❟Blaire is gullible, spoiled, and heavily sheltered. she hasn't experienced enough of the world to know that not everyone is her fan. she loves to spend hours reading conspiray theories about who she really is. she finds the mystery exciting, but doesn't see the trouble brewing beneath.headcanons❟coming soonbiography❟coming soon

πš•πš’πšπšπš•πšŽ πšŠπš•πš’πšŽπš—πšœ.

10/26/2020 12:06 PM 


  the pop star Twenty-one β¦ cyberpunk verse β¦ 0 Storylinesa cybernetically enhanced pop-star, sheltered and spoiled by her wealthy parents. she performs mega concerts in VR.   β¦…πš›πšŽπšŠπš πš–πš˜πš›πšŽβ¦†  the displaced  Twenty-eight ⦁ urban fantasy ⦁ 0 Storylines A witch who stumbles upon a portal that sends her to different times and dimensions. she is stuck in an endless loop of re-incarnation till she fulfills her prophecy.  β¦…πš›πšŽπšŠπš πš–πš˜πš›πšŽβ¦†    the writer Twenty-seven β¦ crime / suspense β¦ 0 StorylinesA successful writer who penned two young adult novels. she keeps having reoccurring nightmares about an unidentified murder victim.   β¦…πš›πšŽπšŠπš πš–πš˜πš›πšŽβ¦†  the survivorThirty-one β¦ zombie verse⦁ 0 Storylines ! teacher turned survivor after a horrific illness caused the dead to reanimate. He doesn't have many skills outside of video games but has managed to survive. He has a streak of incredible luck.   β¦…πš›πšŽπšŠπš πš–πš˜πš›πšŽβ¦†    the  alien unknown β¦ urban fantasy / aliens⦁ 0 StorylinesAn alien who accidentally crash lands on earth during his coming of age pilgrimage. He finds everything on earth exciting and interesting. Thanks to his cloaking device, he just seems like a very strange human.   β¦…πš›πšŽπšŠπš πš–πš˜πš›πšŽβ¦†  the huntress age dependent on storyline⦁ Harry Potter ⦁ 0 Storylines A Kazakh/English witch from the plains of inner Mongolia. she can warg through Artemis, the eagle she tamed when she was a child.  β¦…πš›πšŽπšŠπš πš–πš˜πš›πšŽβ¦†    the mutant Twenty β¦ Marvel / DC / Crime β¦ 0 StorylinesA mutant with the ability to erase, create, and alter memories through touch. She works as a private investigator, using her abilities to help solve crimes.   β¦…πš›πšŽπšŠπš πš–πš˜πš›πšŽβ¦†  the divinerEighteen ⦁ Children of Blood and Bone ⦁ 0 Storylines A diviner with the power to control ghosts. She returned magic to Orisha.   β¦…πš›πšŽπšŠπš πš–πš˜πš›πšŽβ¦†    the sorceress over one hundred β¦ Witcher / GoT β¦ 0 Storylines A sassy, pompous witch. A "friend" of Yennefer and Triss, but only when it's convenient. She's very self-serving.   β¦…πš›πšŽπšŠπš πš–πš˜πš›πšŽβ¦†  the hacker Twenty-five ⦁ cyberpunk ⦁ 0 Storylines A hacker specializing in making people disappear. She charges a hefty price. Her services are especially worthwhile in a world where even your body parts are tracked and monitored.   β¦…πš›πšŽπšŠπš πš–πš˜πš›πšŽβ¦†    the muse Twenty-three β¦ historical / victorian β¦ 0 StorylinesThe wife of a member of a famous group of painters. She spends her time at home entertaining herself, while her husband galavants around with his friends.   β¦…πš›πšŽπšŠπš πš–πš˜πš›πšŽβ¦†  the vampire 400+ ⦁ fantasy / vampire⦁ 0 Storylines A four hundred-year-old vampire. He is wealthy, successful, and utterly bored. He seeks out the wild and exciting, always trying to one-up his last dangerous stunt.   β¦…πš›πšŽπšŠπš πš–πš˜πš›πšŽβ¦† 

πš•πš’πšπšπš•πšŽ πšŠπš•πš’πšŽπš—πšœ.

10/25/2020 11:17 PM 

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Mike Weston

10/25/2020 10:40 PM 


(( Hello! I'm Stray. I'm 25 years old. I figured I'd start out by posting my rules. If you break these rules then I will most likely be blocking you, though in first cases I will send a link to my rules. I prefer writing in paragraph form. I can usually do 1-2 paragraphs or more depending on how much muse I have. I will write banter on the stream timeline thing. Be patient with me, please. I have a life and hobbies outside of roleplay as well as other blogs and school. I also have chronic pain. Please read all my information. (If you need my links due to not being able to see my profile then I can send you them. Just ask.) My favourite genres to roleplay are things like crime and gore. I don't have triggers, but there are some things I won't write like n*crophila or p*edophila. I ask that you give me writing with substance. If you write something that barely progresses or doesn't give me anything to work with then I will probably stop replying. While I do enjoy s*xual roleplays, it's not all I'm here for. If all you're looking for is a pretty face for your muse to f*ck then I suggest going elsewhere. Mike needs a connection with someone before sleeping with them in most cases. No p*dophila, n*crophlia or f*tishes like scat. I have my own headcanons about Mike. Please respect them. This is a LGBT friendly zone. If you're a bigot then don't bother friending / messaging me. Discord is available upon request.


Head Prat

10/25/2020 10:45 PM 


  He knew the moment the door to his flat creaked open, an ease behind the mundane task that he wouldn’t have before thought twice about now it weighed down on his chest, suffocating him in polluting fear that rose like a thick smog inside him. Limply his keys fell to his side, Percy’s body frozen at the entrance to the place he lived in for the past three years, a place that never felt like home but now held a menacing unwelcome to the air, made his throat close up as he scanned the wards he had put in place. Everything was in order, protection spells still intact and not tampered with, but the heaviness in the air gave him pause, the pure wrongness, a feeling that the space had been tainted. Wand clutched as if it were a lifeline, Percy took the first daring step forward. The primal instinct to run reverberated in his skull, a scream from his common sense that it wasn’t safe, Percy’s senses shifting into overdrive. It was the silence that unnerved him, not just the lack of screeching cars on the muggle streets of London but the flat itself. Anything from shrieking blame to wails of despair, the boggart Percy had trapped in his tiny bedroom became a companion in a life so lonely. There was nothing to greet him as he walked deeper into his flat, heart drumming faster alongside every step. His mother’s voice was gone, no weeping about her husband, the children she loved so dearly that Percy had failed, that he was to blame for their fall; their deaths.  Run The voice was harsh in the back of his mind, a demand that was unmet. Running would only spare him a few hours at best, probably not even that if they were inside his flat; he’d be lucky if he even made it to the street before they took him out. Darkness enveloped him, shadows dancing in the beams of lights from the silent cars below. All tricks of the mind, a mind that had been driven into paranoia as the daily count of his colleagues went missing haunted him, names engraved in his mind as he transferred them down onto paper. Nothing jumped from the shadows, no overpowering forms that crept and lurked in the corners making themselves known. It was all in his mind, to much time spent away. He was fine. He was safe. Percy had hoped a weekend away would do him some good, give him a chance to breathe and switch off from work. He surrounded himself with friendly faces, those that didn’t press or pry him for information about the war, no hyped talk of Bill’s upcoming wedding. The pair instead gave him a reason to laugh and feel normal. A weekend turned into a weeks long stay at Felix’s, no desire to return to a place as cold and unloved as he felt; how trapped he was. Percy knew it was Zoshia’s own fears manifesting as she pushed for him to remain with Felix, as higher ups in the Ministry went missing it was only a matter of time before they came for him. Looking around his flat, the sigh of relief lodged painfully between his chest and throat. The black mass sat on his table, unrecognizable at the distance that made Percy draw in closer, steps hesitant as he wand remained drawn and ready. Thick black leather sat open on his table, the spine of the book turned away, hidden from the quick glance that would have given it away. Unease boiled under a fire of terror in the pit of his stomach, steps still inching forward. He didn’t leave a book out, Percy never left a mess if it could be helped. Everything had a place, a spot where they belonged. Fingers trembled as he slide under the weight of the bound pages as he mind raced. A book was a peculiar thing to leave out, especially when they left no other traces of being in his flat, if there was anyone inside. He tried to reason with himself, convince himself that he left it out by accident, that he must have been planning to give it to Zoshia or Felix and forgot. Lights flashed through his window, enough light given to see. The book hit the table in a thud that was helped to silence the muffled scream of Percy’s as he backtracked from the table, hands clamped over his mouth as if it was enough to keep the fear in place. Grisly white eyes lingered on him from the cover, the skeletal face of the Inferius twisted up and screaming, the same image that sent shivers down Percy’s spine when he stole it from Runcorn’s office. The Nightshade Guide to Necromancy, a book Percy kept safely hidden away in the very top shelf of his bookcase, out of sight and mind after he stupidly took it after he caught Penelope and Runcorn having an affair. It shouldn’t have been out, any doubts that no one had been in his flat dashed.  Moments ticked by, Percy slowly talking himself up to go and retrieve the book, half expecting for it to signal the death eaters and swarms of black to descend on him. The fear locked him in with his demons, trapped him in his own mind as they grew longer claws. It was only a matter of time before they finally settled their sights on him. Percy was surprised he had lasted this long to begin with, a Weasley and the Junior Assistant to Scrim, the person who was doing everything in his power to stop the assassination attempts. He didn’t want to die. Not here, not like this. Not so bloody alone and hated by his family. He couldn’t die as a failure to so many people he loved. Book tucked under his arm, paper slid over the table as Percy worked to calm himself back down, a short-lived attempt as his heart stopped for a beat to the sight of Bill’s wedding invitation, the horror slowly sinking down on him. The crack was instant the moment Percy reached the alley around the side of his flat, his mind lost in an unending panic to what was happening, the destruction he possibly had caused. He should have binned the invitation the moment he received it, but foolishly he hoped things would be different by now. That the war would have been halted before it began, that the Weasley’s became one again after mends were made. Fists hit the door to the small house before the crack of his appearance faded into the night, Percy’s eyes wild.  The wand was the first thing to greet him, Remus Lupin on the other end with a severe expression. “Percy?” His voice was soft, almost concerned but the wand never lowered. In the years Percy had been meeting with Remus, slipping the older wizard information that Fudge had been keeping from the wizarding community to anything he believed the Order needed to know about current happenings, they had a system in place to avoid others catching on. Percy knew showing up out of the blue was a cause of alarm, rose suspicion if he was in control of himself; but he didn’t care. He didn’t know where else to go, what else to do. “They were in my flat.” Remus’ head cocked to the side, the terror laced words lingering in the air between them. Quietly, he stepped outside the door closed behind him before he jutted his head to the side of the house. “Who? Percy, you live in with muggles, it could have been a simple break in.” Percy’s head shook violently. “Nothing was taken or even out of place. The protective wards are still up.” Confusion flickered across Remus’ face, his eyes narrowed as he took in the information that didn’t make sense. “If your wards are still up -” “I don’t know how, but they were there.” He felt crazy, Percy pulling roughly at the roots of his hair. “They left a book out.” Remus let out an exasperated noise. “That’s not really proof, is it?” “I’m not one to overreact, they were there! They were in my flat!” New heights of hysteria rose within, closed over his throat until he no longer felt like he could breathe. In an infinitesimal moment he second guessed himself, that maybe he took the book out, that with how close it was to the wedding he brought the invitation out as well. A pitiful way to reminisce about the past and everything he was missing.  “Have you been getting enough sleep?” Remus asked gently.  “Don’t patronize as if I am insane.” Percy snapped. His body rocked forward and back, weight put on one foot before he leaned back enough to give himself the sway, a means to calm a hectic mind. “It’s not just the book, they found Bill’s wedding invitation, it was out with the book.” Remus’s face turned up to the black sky, the lingering summer's heat and damp air sticking to the skin. Crickets chirped against the silence, Percy waiting for Remus to say something to him, offer some guidance or advice on what he should do. “If they were in your flat, I don’t believe they were there to kill you.” His face turned back down to Percy, thoughtful and but with some concern. “What would you do, as a death eater if you weren’t there to kill the Minister’s junior assistant?” Face pulled back, Percy faltered at the question. Small draws of air stuck in his chest, gave little expansion as his mind worked over the question handed to him. He could see what Remus was doing, a simple tactic to calm him down enough to speak and think rationally. A problem presented gave him a chance to remove himself from his own terror. The answer came faster than Percy wanted, replaced the old terror with a new set, a fresh wave. “You think they were going to put me under the Imperius Curse?” “Who better to kill the Minister of Magic than possibly the last person he trusts?” Percy’s face drained of color in the simple way Remus had said it. A pawn, always a pawn in someone elses game, that was all he ever was. Precy breathed deeply, tried to find the comfort in three breaths but it eluded him, sent him spiraling further into a state of panic. “I don’t want this. I want out, I can’t do this.” Remus was on him in an instant, fingers ground into his boney shoulders, a rough shake that sent Percy’s glasses slipping down his nose. “Think Percy, think about what you’re saying. I gave you a way out when Scrim first took office, you chose to stay. What did you say?” “That was different. I was facing being fired, not torture or -” “You knew the dangers.” Remus was to close to comfort, his face inches from Percy’s that made the younger wizard freeze and tense in response, slowly begin to shut down. “I know you’re scared, we all are. Don’t quite at the first sign of danger because you, you have been vital in all of this. All the information you’ve given us, think of how many people you’ve helped up save from death eaters, imagine how many more if you find the courage.” Percy wanted to believe Remus, desperately wanted to latch to the idea that he was somehow important to the Order instead of just an expandable source. “Because of me, I put everyone at the wedding at risk. They know where to go-” “They’ve always known. There are wards up in place.” “They never had a date or time? How many people are going to be at that wedding that death eaters would love to kill? And it’s my fault, if anything happens to them . . .” He couldn’t bare it, the endless stream of dark thoughts sinking their claws into him, dragging Percy deeper into their recesses; a futile fight to keep himself afloat as they overpowered him, pushed his head under as they drowned him.  Remus didn’t argue with him, his face back up to the blackened sky as he mauled over options. “Why don’t you come to the wedding?” He wanted too, would have given anything to attend and support his eldest brother, but even the resistance in Remus’ voice proved that it wasn’t possible. “I’m not really wanted and I don’t want to be chased out again by them. I don’t think - there’s only so many hits I can take. And once they find out that I’m the reason…oh god.” It would add fuel to their hate, give more reason to why he wasn’t like them, that he was nothing but a traitor. “You did nothing wrong.” “You know damn well they won’t view it that way,” Percy replied, his words choked on emotion.  Remus nodded in simple understanding. “I’ll make sure there are extra wards in place, that we are more vigilant. I won’t tell them it was from your invitation they got the information but Percy, I need you to remain where you are.” Eyes closed softly, Percy felt the last tug against his mind, the wash of depression that overflowed every inch within him. A simple tool to keep him in order, the carrot of his family dangled above his head. “Of course. I’m not staying at my flat, I won’t become more of a puppet than all of you have already made me.” Percy vanished before Remus could get another word in, the numbness seeping in through his bones. His stomach churned the moment his feet touched the ground, Percy’s eyes dulled as once again he found himself knocking on a door for help.  “Weasley, I would say this was a great surprise, but I’d be lying a little.” It was a poor attempt at a joke, a way to poke fun at their past that Percy usually forced a grin or laugh for but there he had nothing left. “Everything okay?” “Can I stay here again?” He hated asking for help, that he had no one else to turn to, that his options were so limited that he ended up with someone he knew truly didn’t like him and only tolerated him. “Don’t tell Zosh, death eaters were in my flat.” Nothing else was said, the door pushed wide open as Percy was quickly ushered inside, the door closing behind him and any feelings he had left. 


10/25/2020 10:28 PM 

Graveyard Reunion. {October Drabble #25}

“Do I even want to ask why you came home as the sun came up, covered in dirt and what I hope is spray paint?” Della poured an extra-large cup of coffee and tuned around to look at Nick, she wanted to say something smart, but her head was pounding, and she felt like she was run over by a truck. “I’m not sure I want to know how drinks with your cousin ended up an all-nighter but since I’ve gotten a million text from Oz today and it’s not hardly daylight, I’m asking.”Della sipped her coffee and she hoped the Advil she popped on her way to the kitchen kicked in pretty damn soon, she could hold her liquor and she didn’t often wake up with a hangover but after last night, she was betting she was going to have one.  She carried her cup over, and she sat down in one on the kitchen chairs, her body was going to hate her, she needed to go to bed, sleep it off.“Della, you look like hell, and I’m not even kidding you look like the walking dead.” Della might have rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t, “I know its not my place but what happened last night?”It was a fair question, only she didn’t really remember, she had gone over to Knockin’ Boots to have a couple drinks with Logan for his birthday and the rest was a bit of a blur. She rubbed her her temples. “I remember I called Oz to drive me home, that reminds me my car is parked at the bar, can you go get it?”“Oz dropped it off while you were upstairs tossing your cookies.” Della just looked at him, she really didn’t want to tell him what else she remembered about the night before. “He didn’t even tell me where he picked you a Logan up from last night.” Della doubted it, Oz would have told him because by now Poppy knew, Libby would know after that and she would be pissed. And not for the over drinking but for what her and Logan did, without her. “We got drunk and went to visit our aunt.” Nick blinked; he was a the quite type but Della knew he was just waiting. “I don’t even know which one of us had the idea, it was probably me but we were talking about how sh*tty it was that she even had a headstone, Axel paid for it but he wasted money on her again, she never gave a sh*t about anyone but herself. I really hope she is burning in hell, that twisted bitch. If there is an afterlife I hope everyone knows how much of a cun-“ Della stopped and took a sip of her coffee.“Please tell me the cops aren’t going to show up here again and drag your ass back to the station.”“They cleared Logan; they still think I killed her. That’s never going to change.” She couldn’t really give him a no answer to that, although she wished she could. But she wasn’t about to rat out who they both knew had done Evelyn in. That she would take to her grave, she would keep it longer if she had too.“You didn’t do it; you know that I know that they would to but if you keep…”“We just kinda jumped a fence and decorated her headstone…. With red paint, the worst we could get it for is destruction of property. But what is Axel gonna do press charges, anyone could have done it. We didn’t break the thing, although, we thought about it, be glad Libby wasn’t with me.”“Be glad? Della you are thirty-four not some teenager, they have cameras.”“That’s why I called Oz, he used to be a cop, he knows how to fix things.”“Geez, Della I feel so much better.”“So things went a tad to far, I know that, but the world still thinks she is my mother, if I get busted maybe I can claim it was part of the grieving process, the healing process.” She sipped her coffee and set the cup down, “I do feel a little better.”Nick rolled his eyes to the ceiling, she hid a smile and waited for him to say something else, “Go to bed, I’ll keep the kids down here as long as I can I left Gatorade by the bed.” He walked over and took the coffee off the table, “No more coffee, you are gonna hate yourself if that comes back up.” She sighed and got up for the chair, she was almost to the door when he added, “And Della? Try not to get arrested before the twins turn one, I refuse to have that party without you.”Della turned around, “You’d bail me out.” She was half kidding but also, she hoped so because he liked her a bit, even if she kept making him an accessory to things.“Only because Vivian would make me.” Della rolled her eyes, “She for some reason loves you. For the life of me I can’t tell why.”“I’m fun, I keep life interesting, I keep your life interesting.”“I didn’t have to worry about you getting arrested in Nashville.”“Awe you worry about me? That’s almost the nicest thing you’ve said to me.”“Go to bed you are still drunk, sleep it off.” He walked over to her turned her around and walked her out of the kitchen, “You’ll forget we even had this conversation.” He pointed her toward the stairs, “Bed.”Della didn’t argue, even though she really wanted to, it was her nature to say something sarcastic and tell him, he couldn’t boss her around but she was far to out of it to care that he was bossing her around. She just hoped she remembered later that he had cared enough to leave her a bottle of Advil and Gatorade by the bed for her, he may be a pain in her ass but she was really lucky, no matter what he said, he might keep her around. She fell into bed, thinking she should thank him, and she would if her hangover didn’t kill her. F***, she hoped not she didn’t want to see Evelyn ever again but if she did, she didn’t want to see her this soon after writing all kinds of sh*t on her headstone, and she still was thinking taking a sledgehammer to it would be fun, she was a little twisted.

Sweet Magnolia MOP

10/25/2020 10:19 PM 

Current Standings

UPDATED: 00/00Chandler- 00/50Jasper- 00/50Rian- 00/50 Richard- 00/50Roselynn- 00/50Starlee- 00/50Zedd- 00/50 


10/25/2020 09:42 PM 

task: 001

1. What is your favorite Halloween treat? Anything with apples. 2. Who is your favorite real life serial killer? Favorite? Idk if it's healthy to have a favorite serial killer, but it's definitely gotta be Ted Bundy3. Favorite horror movie villain? Michael Myers because that mf is persistent and I respect that. 4. If you could be any supernatural being, what would you be and why? a witch because hello? have you seen charmed. 5. Who, in Mile High City, do you think would die first in a horror flick and why? Vivian (or maybe that's just wishful thinking?) idk why. Because she is irritating? idk. 6. What do you want to be for Halloween? A witch. 7. Do you believe in ghosts? fxck yes. 8. Have you had any supernatural experiences? nah, not that I remember. Maybe I was drunk or high at the time tho9. Do you prefer painting or carving pumpkins? Painting. 10. Candy Corn; hit or miss? HIT HIT HIT. It's almost as addictive as heroin. almost. 11. Have you ever played with a Ouija board? yes and I will never touch one again. 12. Favorite 'spooky' song? um is Barbie girl a spooky song? because I choose that one. 13. Which urban legend scares you the most? I don't know any tbh.14. You're home alone and hear footsteps in your house. What do you do? scream? That's what they do in movies, right?15. Do you have to watch something happy after a scary movie to fall asleep? Can I pick neither? I like to drink and then fall asleep (pass out)16. In a zombie apocalypse, what is your weapon of choice? a gun? does that kill zombies?17. Name something you wouldn't want to run into in a dark forest or abandoned building? umm Lord Voldemort? Or a Zombie I guess. 18. Do you believe in multiple dimensions or world? yes. 19. Do you get scared easily? too easily. 20. Are you the one who gets scared, or the one who does the scaring? get's scared because I'm a fxcking chicken. 

Clem Burke.

10/25/2020 08:04 PM 

Gambling Game

A good game of playing poker game what a fun night for a game for a fun game and also discussion of No Mercy sitting in three chairs were three competitors in No Mercy Clem Burke one of the young and rising stars in AUF, Helios Sionis one of the savage superstar on AUF roster and also the dazzling Katie Forbes. The trio played the came by the rules just for a fun time entertainment for tonight.CLEM BURKE:"So what you guys think about your chances in winning?"HELIOS SIONIS:"You talking about now game or No Mercy? I think i have 100% in walking out the new champion it's you and Frenzy which ever one it is i am going to crush you both. And i won't break a sweat doing it."chuckled in a conceited way.KATIE FORBES:"I wish i can feel the same about my match but hey look who my tag team partner is Stephanie McMahon, the woman that has lost like many matches wow. I bet she is going to loose again. I don't think she stands a chance but i will watch her loose. No problem for me seeing that witch loose."CLEM BURKE:"Guessing their is some tension between you both?"KATIE FORBES:"I just don't like her. That woman is all show and no go... That's why she always looses all the time nobody thinks she is that great at all... I even beaten her in many occasions. How about you in winning in your match? Think you can win?"Clem looks both ways and takes a deep breath and replied to the lovely Katie.CLEM BURKE"I have faith in myself that i can come out victories. And hope to pull the biggest win in my career. This is a big moment for me especially going solo. I held the Thunder SmackDown tag team title with Heath, now i get to go for a singles title this is big, i can't go in walking with my head down and letting my opponents see me walk in with my head held down, it's going to be high and and i will look at both men in the eye and tell them that they don't stand a chance."KATIE FORBES:"Great talk, i know you can do it. Where there is faith there is hope."HELIOS SIONIS:"You wanna talk about faith and hope? Really now that's more for the weak. The strong survive like gladiators till the end of the battle. This mushy stuff ain't going to help you or that Frenzy who is holding my title. And i am going to win that title."CLEM BURKE:"We will have to wait and see about that don't we."HELIOS SIONIS:"I believe so Clem."Clem nods his head as he plans on becoming the next X Division championas that is what he wants and wants to hold that title as he stares at one of the men that he will be competing in the triple threat for the X Division championship. CLEM BURKE:"Well let me tell you something Helios, i may not be the best man going into the triple threat match. But i am the underdog in that match and you seen how upsets can happen i can pin you or pin Frenzy, it can go any way. Never underestimate the underdog. I might surprise everyone and shock the world.""The cards may not be in my favor.No things haven't been in my faovr i been in New Geni wrestled for RSW to finally getting the call to the main roster, i ain't going to let this opportuinty slip out of my hands no way jose! No!This is my moment to shine, you can take it how you want but i plan on becoming the X Division champion."Helios chuckled as he stares at Clem.HELIOS SIONIS:"Calm down boy, let's wait and see who is going to walk out with that X Division championship... Just letting you know he who laughs last laughs harder.. and that man is going to be men."Helios stares at Clem as they have  a staredown.

Hwangbo Sung

10/25/2020 08:21 PM 

Dantes Applewhite
Current mood:  annoyed

It means Crazy nutcase It is like Death It is a sick feeling in my stomach It is the memory of Dantes Applewhite Who taught me how to be mad When he is not a real de la vega but fraud My name is Violent Demise It means violent death

Hwangbo Sung

10/25/2020 08:16 PM 

Thomas Applewhite
Current mood:  annoyed

It means I am a stupid person It is like black shadow figure It is a very unpleasant memory It is the memory of Thomas Applewhite Who taught me how to be super dumb When he is just mental in the head My name is Violent Demise It means violent death

Hwangbo Sung

10/25/2020 08:12 PM 

Maxwell Applewhite
Current mood:  ashamed

It means I am a fraud who don't care It is like a very dark bloody color It is a very unpleasant memory It is the memory of Maxwell Applewhite Who taught me how to be fake and a liar When he is just dead inside My name is Violent Demise It means violent death


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