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๐“ฃะฝฮนั• ๐“˜ั• ๐“•orั‚ฮนั‚ฯ…de

06/20/2021 01:05 PM 

It's The Law

001. RULES AND REGULATIONS: When you audition, you accept that you are committing to being an active member of the group. While we do have activity checks. In our discord server, each member has a channel to update their current activity within the group. This is something we use to ensure our members get the best out of every opportunity.002. ACTIVITY: We expect all members to be online at least three [3x's] a week. While we understand that muse for certain characters may not always be high, please speak to an admin if this is the case. This way we know you are interested in keeping your character but struggling to write it at that moment in time. The same goes for if you know you are going to be offline for several weeks. From time to time, we will be doing group SLs where every character is involved and we expect all members to participate in these where possible.003. AUDITIONS:  We ask that people who are interested in auditioning our RPG, that you need to meet the requirements of 350-450 words. You will be able to see on our page our audition process and what to expect. Typically, verdicts get sent out A week after the first audition has been sent for each character. However, in certain cases, should the polls vote in a majority before the week is over, it is under the owner's discretion. to close an audition earlier. ALL AUDITIONS MUST BE IN THE SAMPLE OF THE CHARACTER YOU ARE AUDITIONING FOR. I didn't think this needed to be said, but it's a given. All auditions must be in character.A. AUDITION PROCESS: The Audition process is pretty simple. When a sample is sent in, we hold a blind audition vote with our members. If there is only one audition for a role, it is a simple yay or nay. The final tally will result in whether or not an audition is successful. If there is more than one audition for the same role, then it is a simple result of numbers. The audition sample with the most votes by the members is the one that will get selected.B. Before Auditioning Please ensure you have looked over the rules BEFORE sending in your sample. Canon characters do not need to provide a character bio, however, all original and AU characters must provide a detailed biography of their character alongside their audition, canon auditions must provide a brief bio.004. COMMITMENT: as with any RPG you join, we require a commitment from anyone who chooses to send in an audition. If you send in an audition, we will assume you are committed for the long term to be a part of this family. If you decided to audition, accept a role, and then within a matter of days delete or disappear, we will blacklist you from being able to re-audition. HOWEVER, we understand how important real life is and the factor it plays in our role-playing world. That being said, if you are able to reach out to any one of the group owners and inform or discuss with us your situation should you need to leave or go on a hiatus, we will help you to the best of our ability.005. DISCORD:  plays a big part in our group. With daily banter, blind auditions, and most importantly, character and group updates. In discord, each member will have their own channel, updating the story of their character, activity and it's a quicker way to interact if you cant get on RPM throughout the week. We understand with the fast pace of the current world, most of our members are more mobile than attached to a PC, Discord allows our members to continue being active within the group without being chained to a laptop.006. DUPLICATE PLAY BYS: Since this is a southern/Hollywood/Riverdale/one tree hill RPG. Some faces will already be taken. If there are popular faces used for any type of character, canon or no. Because of this, it is hard to reject a person just because they have a face claim that is already being used. There are many ways to go about the whole same face in the supernatural world, considering Doppelgangers are a thing. HOWEVER, Canon faces will get precedence, but OC's who use a face already part of the RPG will be subject to member discretion.007. INCLUSION: Our members make our family, which is why we will be resuming the blind audition process. Our members will have full say on who gets through on the auditions. As well as auditions, our members are actively encouraged in bringing forth ideas and all group plots are created around the present members at that time. This place needs to be good for everyone, Our members have a voice. And so, as staff, we will do what we can to ensure our family is heard. So, if you have an idea, never be afraid to share it with us.008. NUMBERS: We don't encourage one writer to have multiple profiles within the group. But two [2] should be sufficient with the understanding that you get on and keep up with the storyline, replies, and group investigations. you can't have two pages right at first you have to be able to show your activity before you get a secondary page.009. DRAMA: Drama IC is encouraged. OOC is not at all tolerated at all  If you have an issue with another member, deal with it in your inbox or speak to an admin to get it resolved. [Tree Hill/Riverdale]. All members should have every other member added as a friend on their accounts010.  ORIGINAL CHARACTERS: We will be accepting OCs within This Is Fortitude[TIF]. These cannot however directly impact another character without their prior consent. For example, we will not accept a character that is the secret love child of  Lucas and Haley without the consent of the writers playing Haley and Lucas.

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06/20/2021 11:54 PM 

The Edgecombe Affair (Drabble)

The Edgecombe Affair The October wind was speckled with that orange scent of clove and cinnamon that always put Cho’s memory back on the Hogwarts Express. Inadvertently, her steps slowed on the Diagon cobblestones, and she took a deep breath to expand the happy memory. She hadn’t enjoyed a pumpkin pastie since she was 16 years old. Nothing really tasted the same on a grown-up tongue. She often wondered that the enjoyment of the trolley delights was really more about the time, and the place, and the company than the ingredients of the sugar-laden treats.Her dawdling caused a minor collision, as the distracted witch became an impediment to more particular pedestrians. One strawberry blonde accidentally stumbled in her attempt to suddenly slow and plowed into Cho’s back, causing both to stumble and the shopping bags to tumble from Cho’s arms. There was a moment of scurrying to resecure the packages, before the women looked at one another, their eyes meeting, and broad smiles spreading over the two faces.“Marietta!”“Cho!”The packages forgotten, the two witches moved toward each other and embraced as though they were sisters who had not seen each other in a very long time. Fifteen minutes forward saw them tucked into a tea shop surrounded by their purchases as Cho secured two steaming cups of tea for the table.“It feels like it’s been ages,” Cho said, mixing sugar into the tea of her one-time roommate. “Not Miriam’s wedding, right? How on Earth did we let that happen…”“Oh, you know, work, family, boyfriends, I’m sure it’s the same for you,” Marietta lilted with a smile.“Yes to the work and family, a hard and most decided pass to the boyfriends. I’ve sworn off love...perhaps in perpetuity,” Cho chuckled, lifting her own undiluted tea to her lips.“That doesn’t sound like you,” the blonde witch lifted an eyebrow. “Any reason beyond the obvious ones?”“I thought there might’ve been something with Phillip, the lad I met while on holiday in France, but...the Prophet got wind of it, and all that gossip scared him off. I’m telling you Mari, no one will throw a more lavish celebration than me the day Potter finally pops the question to Weasley. Maybe when they have their first brat, the gossip rags will move on, and stop treating me like I’ve got ‘Property of Potter’ stamped across my forehead--” the words cut off, and Cho went pale. Without meaning to her gaze flit to Marietta’s forehead where the thick layer of makeup and years of Healer’s care had done little to obscure the ugly scars.“Marietta, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean--”“It’s alright, Cho…”But it wasn’t. It couldn’t be. The scars were there, and they were Cho’s fault. Weren’t they the reason she’d decided to become a Healer? So that someday, perhaps, if she worked hard enough she could erase the mutilation done to a girl whose only crime was being a loyal friend?~*~*~Seven Years EarlierIt had been a hard thing, going from Miss Popularity, the Yule Ball Princess, the Ravenclaw Prefect, the Seeker and Quidditch Captain, Presumptive Future Head this. A pariah. A death’s head sign. The skull and crossbones of Hogwarts’ Halls.Though most people did not believe the story of how Cedric had died, the simple fact of the matter was...he was dead. He was dead, and it was a death shrouded in controversy. No one wanted to talk about it. No one wanted to hear her say for the seven hundredth time that she was sad, she was tired. She couldn’t eat… Her eyelids felt permanently swollen from the tears, which only accented the tilt of her features. The girls who had felt too frightened to make fun of her before whispered about her behind their hands…Madam Butterfly. Rice Eater. Other words she pretended not to hear.Maybe there had always been a bit of jealousy in their adoration. Maybe she had been naive to think she had actual friends and not just sycophants. But, most of them were gone. Almost everyone had left her.Though her blood was purer than most Death Eaters (she could trace her magical lineage back to the Buwei Sorcerors who helped the first Muggle Emperor unite China beneath his rule) her parents had never gone in for any of that pureblood nonsense equating it with European racism. They had their own passions and prejudices, but this divide emerging at Hogwarts had felt like someone else’s war until it came for Cedric.Cedric, who remembered she liked blue lilies not white. Cedric, who snuck butterscotch taffies to her in the middle of Potions without Snape seeing. Cedric, who never met a group of people he couldn’t make his best friends. Cedric, who was gone. Who would always be gone.Nobody taught sixteen-year-old girls to expect death. Nobody knew what to say to her. And her sadness was a reminder to everyone around her “someday you too will be sad, someday you too will be alone.” And so, all her friends had abandoned her.All except Marietta.“I’m so sorry,” Cho murmured, dabbing at her eyes with a tissue as the girls hid on the back stairway leading to the Ravenclaw Tower. “I don’t mean to be such a bloody depressing git.”“You don’t have to apologize for having feelings,” Marietta said for what seemed like the 800th time. “You’re allowed to be a human. You apologize entirely too much for simply existing, Cho.”“Nervous habit,” the Prefect smiled weakly. “At home, it’s better to assume you’re wrong, that you’ve upset my father, and to just...start with the apology, and work your way round to guessing how you messed up. There was a lot of apologizing this summer.”“Well you don’t have to do that with me,” Marietta said, taking a seat next to her, and wrapping one arm over the other girl’s slender shoulders. “It’s okay to talk about it. Or not talk about it. Or to just scream at the ceiling until Umbridge sends her goons to wallop on us both. There isn’t a wrong or a right way to mourn the boy you loved.”Cho grinned at that. Her perfect careful friend risking trouble for her sake. It was funny in its way. She let her dark head lull against the stronger shoulder and picked at the frayed edges of her bronze and blue scarf. “That’s just it, isn’t it tho, Mari? Did I love him? I...I thought I did. I thought that I knew that I felt…” her words trailed off into a useless muddle. “I’m sixteen. And he’s...dead. And I get to spend the rest of my life wondering… comparing every boy I meet to the shadow of one who is gone. Letting that picture of him that I hold in my head drift farther and farther from the real him until he’s only an idea, more fiction, and perfection than anyone could’ve been. I’m cheating on Cedric with his ghost, and I don’t know how to stop myself. What I felt for him was real and bright and true...but its loss has burned me out, left me empty. Cold. And with each day that passes I wonder...did he love me or did I just imagine it? Did I make more of us than we were? If I had died and he had remained, would he ache the way I do right now? Does it matter? Are there rules? What if I never feel anything for anyone ever again? Or worse, what if I feel something for someone else too soon? What would he want for me? What do I want for myself….” Cho trailed off, the piece of yarn she held between her fingers completely separated into its disparate threads.“I don’t have any answers for you, Cho,” Marietta said softly. “But I’m here for you. No matter what…”No matter what.They were words that Marietta would come to regret when some weeks later, Cho’s grief found an outlet in anger. When she dragged her friend to the first of many meetings of the secretive Dumbledore’s Army.Marietta was only there for Cho. And Cho was only there for Cedric. To find the power to avenge him. To defend herself. Whichever it was, she wanted to be ready. Marietta had told her more than once she didn’t think this fanaticism was healthy or appropriate. Most of the wizarding world thought Harry was more than a little dotty. A prime example of the Gryffindor-need to be the perpetual center of attention.And Marietta wasn’t exactly wrong. Harry did seem to embody the essence of “look at me! look at me!” (not that he was bad to look at) he lorded over Dumbledore’s Army like he was born to be a General. In another life, Cho could imagine Cedric at his side, as the two plotted and planned to keep them all safe. Most of the time when Potter caught her looking in his direction, Cho was imagining a taller, blonder Hufflepuff standing somewhere just beyond his shoulder.And then there was the question of Dumbledore. He was, by all accounts, the strongest wizard of a generation. He was smarter, more skilled, and more informed than any other wizard alive. He should have had a strong incentive to keep the students safe, including Harry. If Voldemort was back, then why, why didn’t Dumbledore offer up some proof? Surely he could prove his claims, bolster and support Harry’s words?Cho’s faith in Harry never waivered, but Dumbledore? Dumbledore seemed to be playing some dangerous game without telling anyone else the rules. He gambled with their very lives and expected unfailing loyalty in return. He seemed content to leave the fate of the world in the hands of a fifteen-year-old boy who hadn’t even been raised with magic! No matter how powerful Harry might one day be, no matter how adept he was proving himself as a teacher, he was still just a boy...who had five years’ worth of magical instruction. Five years of training and Dumbledore had left him alone to wage a war…No wonder Cedric was dead.But, it wasn’t Harry’s fault. And maybe, she could try looking at him like he wasn’t to blame for her loss. Perhaps the next time he smiled at her, she would try to smile back at him for real.A few months gone, and the screams that wake Cho from her slumber are not her own. For a moment, she is trapped in dreams, and she thinks that it is Cedric screaming. But, the screams are too high, too near, and too feminine. She scrambles from bed and crawls over to Marietta’s cot where her friend lays shaking, sobbing into pillows.“I...don’t remember where it went…” Marietta sobs in confusion, as around them candles flicker into light. “She wouldn’t stop hurting me and then I told her how to find the key, but the lock disappeared…”Cho lifted a cloth from a tin near the bed and rubbed herbs lightly over the scabs forming on Marietta’s forehead. “It’s okay, love, it’s all right…” Cho whispered quietly, gesturing for the other’s to go back to sleep. “It’s the memory charm that zhลซ tóu cast on you. You were in Umbridge’s office. She questioned you…”“It...wasn’t just questions, Cho. She hurt me….words in skin. I must be honest, I must be honest...I can’t...I can’t…”“Shhhh...mei-mei, it’s fine, it’s fine and I’m here, I’m here and I’m not leaving…” Cho’s voice had gone softer, more like a song, she reached for Marietta’s hand with her free one. Hatred for Hermione Granger bloomed bright in her chest. Not jealousy, not like Harry thought. It would be impossible for her to care one knut less about with whom Harry Potter chose to canoodle. But, this...this cruelty, bright painful boils planted on the face of a teenage girl. A girl whose only crime was to succumb to torture. Harry above all people knew how cruel Dolores Umbridge could be.And yet, he thought this was a brilliant jinx. A curse worthy of the crime. Disloyalty to Harry Potter must be met with mutilation.They’d all spent time writing lines that carved their sins into their flesh. After hours of that, Cho would’ve told Headmaster Umbridge the secret to eternal life had she known it. She would’ve confessed to crimes she’d never committed.But Marietta. Marietta was somehow supposed to be stronger than them all. Harry hated her. And for that? Cho hated him.“I get so scrambled in my mind,” Marietta whispered, “I can’t set it all right. It all seems sideways and backward. What was I even doing there?”“It was my fault,” Cho said quickly, “You were there for me, and I’m going to find a way to make this right…”~*~*~PresentIn the tea shop, two adult witches face each other across a silent table. Cho’s dark almond eyes sparkle with unshed tears. Guilt and self-loathing rise like bile in her throat.She didn’t make it right. She couldn’t. Perhaps she never would.It is Marietta’s hand that reaches across the table. Their fingers find each other and two hands intertangle.“Mum and Da hired Healers, the best we could afford, they did what they could to fix my memory,” Marietta said quietly. It was the first time they’d really spoken of this since leaving Hogwarts. They both had phantoms better left in the past. “I...I still don’t remember all of it. But, I remember what matters.”“Oh?” Cho questions softly, trying to keep the bitterness of the tea from soaking into her tone. Trying to pretend like any of it at all could possibly matter now.“I went to those meetings for you,” Marietta said softly, giving Cho’s hand a squeeze. “Because I wanted to be there for you. And I still do. You always apologized for everything, like every bad thing that happened to anybody was entirely your fault. You aren’t to blame for what happened to Cedric, or Harry, or me. We all made our own choices. Give us that power. Stop acting like we’re all your responsibility. Let us just exist. It’s the greatest kindness you can give us.”Cho’s lips pull at the edges and cautiously tilt into a very careful smile. “I don’t think I’m nice enough to deserve a friend like you.”“Probably not,” Marietta grinned, “So I’ll let you pay for this cuppa and we’ll call it even.” Ready Mind

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06/20/2021 11:52 PM 

Didn't You Used To (Drabble)

Didn't You Used To “Welcome to St. Mungo’s my name is Cho Chang, and I’ll be your Healer today, what seems to be the problem?”That was it. That was how simple and ordinary the conversation ought to be each and every time. The patient should then respond by listing symptoms, complaints, or conditions. There should be a problem presented and a diagnosis arrived at. She should be able to fix it.But it was never that easy.It would never be that easy.“Cho, wasn’t that the girl who...didn’t you used to...”“Chang, like that Chinese girlie who used to...”“What was it like to be Harry Potter’s girlfriend?”And because she was at work and he was a hero, she couldn’t tell them what she really thought. She had to smile. She had to keep her expression pleasant and her voice calm and mutter something banal and benign.“That was a very long time ago” or “I’m sure we all have stories from back then.” And only once did she ever, when she was very stressed say, “I’m sure you’re very glad Rita Skeeter wasn’t around when you were 16 and full of hormones.”Not once did she ever say, “Ask Ginny Weasley.” Or “I would hardly call two trips to Madam Puddifoot’s a romance for the ages.” Or what she really wanted to say, “His lips were chapped, his hands were sweaty, and he was overall a bit of an ass as ex-boyfriends go.”No, she didn’t say any of that. Nor did she ever remind them about the other one. The one whose name she didn’t speak out loud. No one ever remembered why Cho couldn’t work the week of June 24th. No one seemed to notice the pounds she’d lose as her appetite waned in the days leading up to the anniversary of his death.No one remembered Cedric. His death should have stood out as a great tragedy. But too much loss occurred directly in its wake. His death got swallowed by a million other dark spots. Like trying to remember where you got a single cut in the aftermath of a hippogriff attack... You were lucky to be standing. You had to believe you were lucky to be standing. It didn’t make sense to mark the anniversary of every death.And so, Cho didn’t. She didn’t return to Hogwarts for the big survivor’s dinners. She didn’t send Owls to her friends marking the renewed occasion of each horrible day they’d endured.But each June 24th, she went to the Diggory’s, and she had dinner. She brought roses for Cedric’s mother. She sat on the couch and let Amos show her all the old photos. She watched his face look back at her from behind the glass, smiling and vibrant, too brave, too sure. Never knowing all that was coming for him.She was always honest when anyone asked. No, she didn’t think she would’ve married Cedric Diggory. Most people don’t marry their first love. But he had been her first love, and his parents had suffered a loss that most people couldn’t imagine. She didn’t have to imagine it...she’d lost him too.But the patients didn’t remember him. They thought her great lost love was a boy who thought a little light mutilation was adequate recompense for a child giving way under torture. The one who’d grown into a man who thought that stupidity was the better part of bravery, and any room that he was in was made better by the addition of his opinion.No, she was not the girl who had once loved Harry Potter. He was the boy who had once loved Cho Chang.  Ready Mind


06/20/2021 11:36 PM 


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06/20/2021 09:45 PM 

About draco's love life

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Demonic Soul

06/20/2021 01:57 PM 

Julian meets God (Not finished)

Julian stared at his phone, brows furrowed as he tried to understand the emoji hell that was in front of him. He blinked a few times: hoping that they would disappear and words would appear instead. The name ‘Lord Pain in the Ass’ was bold in his eyes and that’s why Julian had him as this in his phone. Instead of speaking in words, Lucifer sent him a bunch of emojis. Whoever showed him emojis was definitely on Julian’s sh*t list right now. “Just what the hell are you trying to tell me?” Julian murmured. His head hurt just looking at the jumble of emojis before him. Jade immediately appeared beside him, leaning over the back of the couch as she loudly popped some gum. He didn’t react and he could see the pout on her lips. She was trying to catch him off guard. It was cute. “Yes Jade?” “What’s got you so interested in that phone? I’ve been trying to get your attention for a minute now.” Julian thrusted the phone in front of her, “Please try to make sense of this bullsh*t I see before me because I cannot for the life of me figure it out.” Jade’s eyes took in every emoji before she was speaking again, “There’s a problem. God or maybe that’s supposed to mean angels. Are here. He needs you.” She pouted, obviously not liking that Julian was being pulled away again. Julian took a couple of double takes between the message and Jade before huffing in exasperation. “Serious? How the hell did you understand that?” Jade shrugged, “I lived in the age of the emojis.”“It better not be Michael again. I cannot stand that pompous a**hole. How he and Lucifer can look alike and he still be so ugly.” Julian grumbled, pushing himself off of the couch. “Sorry love. I’ll make it quick.” He pressed his lips against her cheek, before disappearing. Usually he would take the car instead of just appearing at Lux but if Lucifer was emoting him instead of texting him, it was probably best to get there as quickly as he could. Already Lux was packed, the music from inside muffled until doors were opened to let in more people. He bypassed everyone as usual, getting some glares but otherwise they were quiet. He nodded at the bouncer before slipping inside. It did not take long to find Lucifer. He was looking pretty stressed, speaking with an older gentleman behind the bar. Did he get a new bartender finally? Older than usual. That was a surprise: but humans had some weird likes. He frowned as he noticed something off. Something about the man was a bit suffocating. The eyes that landed on him, had Julian freezing in his place. Probably looked like a deer in headlights. Now he knew who was before him. He had never seen him: only heard of him during Lucifer’s emotional tirades. He had even seen Lucifer break down before him, shouting at the heavens on why his father had forsaken him. God. Julian’s gaze snapped back into focus as Lucifer appeared before him, grabbing his arm. “Pretend as if you need me.” Lucifer hissed into his ear before they were both before the being behind the bar.Normally Julian was quick to bounce back from anything that shocked him. Not a lot of things could shock him. And especially not of this caliber. “As you can see I am needed. So if you would excuse me. Shame this had to end so quickly.” “Not so fast. I know what you are trying to do. And it won’t work.” Julian straightened up, eyes flashing for a second before he was opening his mouth to speak. “Well if you…” Immediately Lucifer’s hand clamped down over his mouth, effectively shutting him up before he could say anything that could possibly anger the being before them. “Do excuse him. He’s an emotional being.” “Samael.” Julian noticed how Lucifer immediately tensed up. Julian pushed Lucifer away from him, “Lucifer…its Lucifer. At least give him the damn right to be called by the name he chooses.” Lucifer winced, his body language showing that he was ready to either run or to move in front of Julian if his outburst angered God before them. Julian steeled himself for a fast death but instead the being before him laughed. Julian bristled at the laugh, while Lucifer didn’t know what to do. “I like this one. You sure do have some interesting friends. To stick up for you even to me.” Julian frowned, his eyes narrowing on the God. 

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06/19/2021 07:49 PM 

summer fling.

Tap Tap Tap. The sound of a finger against the window glass, muffled by the rain that fell from the dark and hazy sky, fog moving in like a ghost over the lawns of homes that were fast asleep. The leaves snipped off one by one as the cold air rolled in, signaling young Vincent's favorite time of year, fall.  Vincent tugged at his jacket, pulling it over his head to shield himself from the falling rain. Tiny bumps scattered on his skin while the blonde hairs that layered his skin stood alert. Although he enjoyed the aesthetic of fall, the spooky atmosphere, he did not like the cold and often wished Halloween was in the summer.  His face lit up the moment he saw her icy blues peer around the soft pink curtain, her blonde locks curled perfectly, framed her shoulders and her lips turned up into a smile, a bit of gloss still remained from earlier that morning. Hannah was every young boy's dream, at least in Vincent's eyes, she was. He had been shocked when she agreed to go with him just a couple of months before. He, a geek - she, a cheerleader. It just wasn't something that happened, especially in this town. Hannah fiddled with the locks on her window before sliding the glass up and leaning forward, letting the cool raindrops wet her hair. "I was worried you were chicken, Price." Price, a nickname his peers had given him in reference to the great, Vincent Price. Although, they had done it to tease his obsession with the horror genre, but Hannah staked a claim to make it more in an adoring way - Vincent appreciated it.  Before Vincent could say another word, his lips were met with her own, an innocent and soft kiss that tasted of raspberries and gumdrops. He could hear angels singing in his ears while the dark sky faded away around them, the spring flowers protruding from the ground while the house melted away and it was just them.  The sound of laughter coming from the street behind them made that fairytale fade just as quickly as it had come. Familiar laughter Vincent had been hearing all his life, he didn't need to turn to face them, he knew it belonged to his older brother, Nathan, and his dimwitted friends. Laughter and the sound of puckering lips, a silly song about k-i-s-s-ing and babies in a baby carriage.  Vincent's cheeks flared up into a pale red as she lowered his gaze to the ground, noticing his white tennis shoes were soiled with mud and dried leaves. He should have known his stupid brother and his equally as stupid friends would follow him. They were always trying to ruin anything nice he had going for him, he had a sneaking suspicion his brother had a thing for Hannah as well.  "Sorry," Vincent mumbled, not giving her a chance to say another word as he turned to head away from the house. A crack in his heart began to form when he heard the window click shut, perhaps he was destined to be alone. "Now where do you think you're going?" Nathan clicked his tongue, sitting on his bike with his legs down to keep him from rolling anywhere, his arms crossed over his chest.  Sticking his hands into the pockets of his jeans, Vincent ignored his brother. He was certain he was going to pay for it later, but at that moment he didn't care. Vincent needed to get some frustration out and he knew exactly how. ----------------------------- A red liquid splashed against his cheek, the rancid smell coming from the roadkill became more intense than before. Vincent needed to be more careful, but he was so frustrated over his brother ruining his night he just couldn't focus.  The roadkill, a raccoon had been sitting in his shed for a couple of days now, normally he wouldn't leave it there for so long but he had been distracted by Hannah. He couldn't spend time with her and smell of death, he barely had the urge to cut open and poke and prod at the insides anymore because of her.  He was healing. But with each joke at his expense, every second of laughter that fell from the bully's lips just ate at him. He imagined these dead creatures to be them, rotting and Vincent having complete control over them, deciding how they'd be laid to rest.  Sick, disgusting, horrifying. Words he imagined what people would say if they found his secret hobby, heard his secret thoughts. Words he knew Hannah would say, which cracked at his heart even more. He hoped she'd be understanding, maybe if she loved him, she would.  Is a monster, a monster if you love them?


06/19/2021 07:41 PM 

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A dumb bxtch is back Meet me in the graveyard. I promise I won't tell.Your dirty little secrets - As long as you won't tell mine.I write your name all over.My paper, my heart, my veins. Tell me dead boy do you love me?Or is this all just a game?


06/19/2021 07:39 PM 


Trigger warnings: Arlene's edgelord self.  "Would it kill you to smile?"Arlene couldn't help but snort, eyes darting towards her friend she shook her head."Maybe, been frowning for so long I don't know what this word smile even is."Her jacket soaking up the dew from the grass as she looked up, the night sky dotted with stars. She could feel her lips forming into a small smile. Night's like these where the two would meet up fvck around at the park until who knows when it meant the world to her.Hearing the rustling of clothing she turned her head to look at the male, always fidgetting or finding something to do to keep himself occupied."You know for a military brat you could never sit still can you? Lay with me."It was an innocent request, one that earned her a muffled response -- a couple scoffs before reluctantly complying to her request. "You're lucky I'm not in the mood to fight you for that stupid comment.""Says the one who's always willing to fight? Becareful - you might be getting soft on me - might turn me off."She chuckled, a smug click of her tongue knowing if she kept making little jabs at him he was going to get enraged.She knew she shouldn't anger him on a night so calming and peaceful like this, however Arlene loved to cause herself some self-sabotage. It was almost addicting to her. Feeling the hurt - the throbbing in her core from a fight with him. "Knock it off." The growl in his voice made her arch a brow as she sat up eyes still looking up at the sky ignoring the glare that was most likely thrown her way. Tilting her head backwards, in a childish manner she stuck her tongue out at him before making her way to lay on her back, shyly her head reaching for his grasping it tightly and intertwining them together.No words spoken for what seemed like hours, "You're lucky, I'm not in the mood to break your jaw."She just let out a small hum, eyes closed now, letting her thumb gently stroke his hand. "Thanks, I'd probably off myself if I couldn't enjoy the chalky tastes of some jawbreakers."


06/19/2021 07:30 PM 

"What do you take me for?"

Trigger warnings: Edgey teenagers.  "What do you take me for?""An idiot most of the time."Snorting Arlene actually expected a meaner answer, she took it in strife a part of her wanted to keep going throwing jabs at one another but the other seemed to be distracted by something other than her.It built a small tinge of jealousy inside her - something she started feeling more and more as the days of them hanging out began to lessen. It wasn't like she was expecting them to always be together, they weren't dating they were just very close friends and Arlene's parents weren't very fond of the friends she was starting to gather. "Wipe that stupid look off your face."Puzzled Arlene turned to look at him now, "You're thinking, it doesn't look good on you."Arlene chuckled, sitting on the concrete table as her boots scruffed themselves against the bench, making a fake salute at the other. "Aye, Aye Cap'n hardass. I'll just follow your ever waking command."A hint of sarcasm in her voice, though it was also true. She would follow this boy into war for him. Whether it be between an argument between themselves or against the other student body whose labeled them outcasts. "I don't even know why I keep you around.""Because you like me,"A grunt thrown her way."Because I know all your secrets - - ""Not all of them."The tone in his voice seemed darker than it probably intended to be as if the mask he was wearing was slipping off, just to prove a point that not even she knew him.Maybe she was reading to much into it but nevertheless she felt a small inkling of betrayal. "Come on, you've got that stupid look on your face again."Arlene shook her head before jumping off the table and dusted herself off slightly."Oh eat me."A scoff from the male, "Shut the fvck up. You're lucky I'm still around you.""Yeah yeah," Not much fight in her tone this time, "Short shxt, I'm glad you and Dyl are still around."


06/19/2021 07:27 PM 

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Trigger warnings: Edgey teenagers. Mild Smut - LIKE SO MILD - Underage Drinking.  The crunching of leaves beneath their feet making the silence between them even louder than nothing before.She wanted to speak, say anything but the words caught in her throat. How could she be so stupid?Managing to steal a bottle of her parents cheap whiskey and practically downing a quarter of the bottle - some would call her a light weight but it got the job done.Drunk calling him of all people to come and pick her up. Arlene some how managed to sneak out of her parent's house without getting caught - not knowing the exact details she ended up at her favorite park.The place she felt the most calm, the most relaxed and alone. No one to bother her and just let her be alone with her thoughts.Of course as the minutes started passing by she began to feel extremely lonely. She wanted someone there with her, not just anyone she wanted him there. She hated how he had this tug on her, this pull to her waking core. Even though hours earlier she screamed at him how much she hated him, and that he should go die in a hole. Maybe that was the reason she was self sabotaging herself right now. Hurting to fix what she had fvcked up. Arlene knew this was a bad idea, though apart of her thought no one gave a damn about her and why should they? She was a freak, someone who went out of her way to make people feel uncomfortable.Drunkenly making her way towards the lake, she plopped herself down into the sand, soaking her pants in the process. Her phone dialing the number she had called a hundred times before and embarassingly enough probably over a hundred times that same night.Her heart beating rapidly in her chest as she heard the dialtone, *ring ring ring ring* ."Arlene - I swear to fvcking ---"Finally a voice on the other end and not some corny voicemail."Can you come get me?"She tried her best to sound sober, though her body swaying back and forth with every breath she took."..........." Silence from the other has she held her breath, waiting for what seemed like hours but only mere seconds."You sound like shxt. Where are you?"Letting out a small sigh and what could only be assumed to be a muffled giggle, "The park. . . near the water. . .I'm wet."She could only imagine what she was hearing on the other end was the sound of ruffling clothes, muffling profanities under his breath. "Alright, stay there. Don't fvcking move or I'll leave your ass there. You're so fvcking stupid Arlene."She hated the way he said her name at that point, not the name calling, it was something she was used to but the sound of disappoint twinged at her heart. Moments later Arlene had found her legs getting kicked at as she grumbly muttered, "Five more minutes."As she tried covering her eyes once more, being hit with a water bottle being thrown on her stomache."Wake your drunk ass up now, or I'm leaving you here to drown."She had whined out loud before slowly picking herself up, still stumbling she managed to stumble into his arms, feeling him tense up."Can we play pretend," Her voice was soft, barely audible, "Treat this like it'll happen again?""Prented what happened?"He was amused with her idiocy, trying his best to hide a smile knowing she was okay. He'd never let her know that he actually was worried about her wellbeing. "I should have just let you drown.""But you wouldn't~!" She spoke in a small sing-song tone, "You like me."An eye roll was thrown her way now as he shoved her off of him now. "I'm ready to die if I get to hold your hand." She confessed, her face flushed, blaming it on the alcohol or possibly the cold breeze in the air."You're fvcking stupid. Don't say shxt like that."Walking back silently to his car, the little Honda parked crookedly in the empty lot. "So you were worried about me."She stated nudging towards his parking, not hearing a word from him he opened the door for her so she could slide into the back seat. "Lay with me.""Are you fvcking crazy? You're already soaking up my back seat and you think I'm going to be nice to you after that stupid stunt."A nod of her head, as she wiggles her finger towards him. "I don't want fake love, but I'll take some from you tonight."A groan escaped the male's lips as he climbed into the back seat. Straddling her hands on the side of her head as he leaned down, squinting at her. "Oh no no, you're way to drunk to remember this. I want you to feel every single ounce of pain. Remind yourself of how pathetic you really are."Arlene squirmed slightly from the words, not even getting a chance to defend herself as he quickly got off her and climbed into the the drivers seat.What is wrong with me?The remainder of the drive the two were quiet, Arlene dosing in and out of sleep, missing the feeling of his warmth against her frame. Even now she couldn't stop her mind from wandering.  


06/19/2021 07:23 PM 


Trigger warnings: Edgey teenagers.  Saying goodbye was always hard.No matter what the situation was, Arlene always had a hard time of letting go.This time was no different.She wondered what it was this time that was her final straw.Was it the loss of her dog? At a young age that prepared her for this? Probably not, but she thought about the little mutt more and more as the days passed.Through out the days she couldn't feel anything - -No matter how many times she pierced her skin.No matter how many times she ran outside with little to nothing on. No matter how many times she screamed her lungs out in the middle of the night, making her voice raw - as if she tasted blood.What was it today?Bickering. Fighting back and forth with one another. Every person in her life was starting to all become the same. Not even he could make her feel better.In fact he made everything worse.The constant back and forth fighting for dominance. The hitting, screaming, scratching at each other. Worst of all the name calling 'Whore' 'Cunt' always seemed to be the ones who pushed her to the edge. Pursed lips, not on purpose, swollen from the night before - she looked disheveled, showing the cracks she was falling apart. "Are you fvcking serious?" Though what he wanted to say -"You'll be fvcking back."No words, just a nod.Combat boots meeting with the curb she was sitting on. Trying so hard to hold the flinching from her frame. A snarl escaped irritated lips."You're  fvcking coward."Words just thrown her way trying to get a reaction out of her.Though she felt nothing, no - that wasn't true she felt disappointment. She felt as though nothing was getting better and they were both on the edge. The big day  was coming. An anniversary to remember. "You'll regret it."โ€‹โ€‹โ€‹โ€‹โ€‹โ€‹Finally having the words to speak out loud now as her fingers grasped tightly onto her long sleeves."You fvcking wish."There was no malice in his voice. No remorse, no emotion."Same time next week?"It was as if their banter was coming to an end now, possibly for good this time. A part of her didn't want that, a part of her needed it before it was to late.A bittersweet smile crossed her painted lips, looking straight ahead as she heard the boots walking away from her. Trying to bat away the tears building up. "Sure. I'll meet you here."

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06/19/2021 04:42 PM 


โ˜Žส™แด€sษชแด„ ษชษดา“แดส€แดแด€แด›ษชแดษด  full name: vincent norman kingsley.verses: crime. murder. vintage. psychological. horror. drama.age: 32, thirty-two.birthplace: albany, new york.current location: classified.past locations: miami, fl. new york, new york. san francisco, ca. occupation: horror, mystery author. owns a movie theater that is horror of birth: october 20th.parents: mary jane kingsley (roberts). william kingsley. both deceased.siblings: soon.children: zero.significant other: single.past relationships: hannah colten his hs sweetheart and a redhead whom's name he has forgotten.traits: soon.

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06/19/2021 04:28 PM 


coming soon.


06/19/2021 01:01 PM 

angel's plots

{A blog for some basic plot ideas and scene set ups.}1. In her first gritty role as an official adult, Angel is set to do a love scene with an equally or more famous co-star. This wouldn't be an issue if it weren't for the shady director known for disregarding professional boundaries, who demands authenticity at any cost from his lead actors.2. Angel reluctantly develops feelings for a younger co-star, and though they are both adults, the age gap still makes her feel weird.3. Something with a stalker. I don't know. 

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