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𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧.

10/24/2020 06:53 PM 

— the holy trinity.

—olivia:   olivia ann-allenson is the embodiment of the one above all, who is known as the ‘god’ of the marvel multiverse (or better known yet, the omniverse). olivia looks just like demma — blonde hair, light eyes, mature look but unlike demma, she does have an evil streak. she is menacing, sarcastic, judgemental, quiet, positive at the wrong times, and ‘sucks’ at divine timing. since she is the one above all, she doesn’t have to use her powers, but when she does activate it, her iris glows red.   her main go-to powers include: teleportation, psychokinesis, telepathy, and just pure omnipotence.    —lindsey:   lindsey tomlinson is the embodiment of the living tribunal, who is known not only as the ‘wingman’ for the one above all, but safeguards the marvel multiverse. lindsey has brown-black hair and brown eyes and relates more to demma. she is a worrywart, positive, and paternal. as the living tribunal, her role is to safeguard the multiverse and give out duties, but specifically aurelia. she is also a trainer. she doesn’t really have to use her powers, but when she does, her iris glows purple.   her main go-to powers: same as olivia, but omnipotence is nigh.    —demma:   we already know demma’s story, so let’s jump straight to the point. before her death, demma didn't really need her iris to glow to activate powers, as she just used her mind or whatever. however, her biggest one is the butterfly touch, where she glows a pair of butterfly wings behind her back or in front of her, and a pink blast of energy comes out, destroying a big level. however when she does use her iris, it glows a nice tint of blue.   her main go-to powers: please check blog for her powers.  ~.~   the relationship between the trio—   before demma was even born, the two girls felt like they needed a third person to be with them. to feel complete. so, they concepted demma but even with demma, something just didn’t feel right. so, they made demma a “normal” human being until she turned 17-18, and she was the “chosen one” of aurelia. lindsey and olivia are technically demma’s ‘mothers’ as they both created her from nothing, but they act more ‘sisterly’ towards her rather than motherly.   often compared to the the holy trinity, with olivia being the father, lindsey being the son, and demma being the holy spirit (dove = butterfly).   ~.~   — “are olivia and lindsey aware of demma’s death?”   yes. in fact, she’s not called ‘the holy spirit’ for nothing. after her death, it is up to you (or the storyline) if you think she has reunited with them.

cerвerus

10/24/2020 06:12 PM 

Cursed Fate

Cursed Fate   Features: Earth Angel, Imperfect and Rembrandt. Loosely based off The Wolfman (1941) staring Lon Chaney Jr. It had been a rather long train ride from New York City. Young Tyler Lockwood had made his way to the big city from his humble beginnings in a town in the rural South called Mystic Falls. He stepped off the train adjusting his tie and looking out into the group of people here to greet their loved ones who rode in on the train. He found no one to make such greeting for him. He was not surprised really. His father was a remorseless bastard who thought very little of Tyler in all honesty.He began his walk to hire a carriage to take him to the Lockwood Estate. The word reached him in New York that his Uncle Mason had perished due to some animal attack. It was quite heart wrenching since his uncle had been more of a father to him than his own had been. He was about to step into a carriage when he saw a young woman exit a shop on Main Street. He passed this particular carriage to go speak to the girl. “Excuse me. Could I have a moment of your time?”When she turned around to make eye contact with him, he felt his heart skip a beat. She was absolutely beautiful. She had eyes the color of the sky and hair that was a rich brown. She was absolutely captivating to him. It was like she was a goddess. “Could I help you Sir?” She asked.Tyler was captivated by her beauty. “I noticed you came from Mr. Saltzman's store. Are you his newest flower girl?” He couldn’t take his eyes off her.“That I am. My name is Laurel Collins. Could I help you with something?” She asked. It was quite obvious she was quite taken with him as well.“Yes Miss Collins. I am in town for the funeral of my uncle Mason Lockwood. I’d very much like some flowers for the funeral.” He couldn’t stop smiling even though this was a somber occasion that brought him home.She realized who he was and her skin turned pale for a moment. “O-Of course Mr. Lockwood. I’ll have it ready for you promptly. I really am very sorry for your loss.” There was something she was holding back from him and he could tell. “Would you like to step inside to make the arrangements?”“Of course.” He answered with great respect and care. He had noticed a few others on Main Street with a peculiar look in their eyes. Was it something he said?.Once inside the store, Laurel moved behind the counter to officially write up his order. While she was writing, he started to ask questions. “Do you know what happened to my uncle?” The question was pointed and not really accusatory. He allowed his eyes to wander over the store while occasionally stealing glances at the beautiful woman who seemed deathly afraid of something.She kept penciling in something on a paper as she spoke. “Nothing more than what is already known. Mr. Lockwood was riding home when he was accosted by vicious animal. Poor man.” She stole fleeting glances at the handsome son of the Mayor of Mystic Falls.Tyler approached this display finding a gentlemen’s cane that had a very unique carving of a wolf as the head of it. The length of the cane itself was actually white. It was something that stood out for him. He couldn’t leave it there, he needed it. He picked it out of the display of canes and brought it toward her. “I would like to pay for this at same time please. It’s really striking don’t you think?”She looked as though she’d seen a ghost when she spotted the cane. “Please Mr. Lockwood. Don’t. It’s really not a very good idea.”“Nonsense. Now how much do I owe you?” He reached into his inside vest pocket and pulled out several golden coins. “This should cover everything including delivery to my father’s home.” He held this cane in his hand and began to walk with it toward the door.Stepping back outside, Tyler noticed that it was getting dark outside. He decided to forgo the carriage and walk through the woods. It was lovely enough weather for it after all. He passed down Main Street waving to old friends and family before making that turn.On the edge of the forest was a covered wagon with an intricate design on it. Tyler took a better look at the design. It looked rather ornate. “Stare too long and you might not enjoy the consequences.” The voice that spoke to him was female. She exited the wagon slowly with her auburn locks slipping out of a hood on her head. “I am called Madeleana Morningstar. Beware of what lay a ahead in the woods young Lockwood. Your uncle didn’t head my warning either.”“What do know about my uncle?” He demanded. The young man was insensed! “Did you kill him?”“Oh no. It wasn’t me. The beast that inhabits these very same woods ripped your uncle to pieces. It will do the same to you if you let him.” Her grin made his blood run cold. She couldn’t help but look the young man over. “Poor little human boy. Run away while you can!”Tyler didn’t take too well to idle threats. “If I find out you killed him, I'll be back to kill you myself!” He stormed off into the woods with the witch Madeleana's laughter cackling behind him.~*~The woods were far more dark and intimidating that Tyler remembered. As he walked, there was a thumping sound that assaulted his senses. His well kept shoes were pounding into the ground getting covered in mud and muck because of the rains the day before.His footsteps were being mocked. Another faster and stronger set of footsteps were gaining ground on him. Tyler started to pick up the pace. As each foot hit the ground, his heart beat faster. The sweat raced down his forehead and into his eyes blurring his vision. That was when something came out of nowhere and knocked him to the ground.The monster stood over the prone form of the young Lockwood. Four furry legs with claws had pinned him to the ground. He managed to catch a glimpse of the monster to gain a better look at it even as it was breathing heavily on the back of his neck. It had the form of a giant wolf with fangs that were dripping with blood and saliva. For a brief moment he was wrapped up with fear. This had to have been the monster that killed his uncle! Tyler still had his fingers wrapped around the cane in his hand. He immediately began swinging at the beast with the cane.The snarling beast snapped at him as he swung the cane. Tyler and the beast were wrestling in a life or death struggle. The beast sunk it’s jaws into Tyler’s shoulder drawing blood. He cried out in utter agony because of the attack. He managed to take the cane made of a white wood and pushed it into the beast's chest. The beast yelped in terror and took off running.The pain was overwhelming. Tyler could feel his body throbbing in agony. The edges of his mind were in a fog that was rolling in and stealing his conscience from him. The more that he fought to stay awake, the more he lost his battle. Finally the world went black.~*~Finally his eyes opened slowly. He was back home at the Lockwood Estate in his bedroom. Laurel Collins was in the room with him. She was standing next to a basin of water. “You’re awake! Everyone has been so worried about you!”He tried to sit up but couldn’t. His body ached and his world was spinning. “What happened?” He moaned.The witch Madeleana’s voice came from behind Laurel. She was standing in the doorway. “The beast you met in the woods was my brother Niklaus. Now the curse has been passed to you Tyler Lockwood! When the moon is full you were crave blood! You are now and forever will be a Wolf Man! This is your cursed fate!”  Tyler Lockwood/Cerberus credit: james kriet

olive.

10/24/2020 06:09 PM 

rules.

1. I'm here for me, I'm not here for you.2. I don't owe you anything.3. I don't hide what my page is about, but please at least greet me like a normal human being.4. I prioritize good stories above all else. Straight smut bores me.5. I'm prone to bouts of softness and romanticism.6. I'm not sharing my likes/kinks/fetishes/taboos on this bulletin but ask privately and I will be happy to tell you. Not gonna do the "I'm open to anything!" thing.7. I prefer men. I love writing with women (more than with men, probably), but honestly women-women relationships are not my favorite. It's very easy to NPC a male for storylines and there's a multitude of things we can do with that, so ladies, I greatly prefer those.8. Everyone says this, but I have a life off of here. Please do not rush me.

Whï†ê Råßßï†

10/24/2020 03:13 PM 

Guidelines || Rules

Disclaimer: No I'm not the real Andy Biersack, I'm a roleplayer who adores Andy, His Music, His Acting Skills, Just everything this man stands for. If you are mistaking me for the real Andy get some help.Storyline Discussions: This is fine by me though I ask that you don't leave all the thinking to me to keep the storylines active and long term. If I notice that if you're being lazy with the discussion part and say that you will do everything and anything I will that person the boot off my friends list. There is abit of cannon bio about Andy on page below About Me section. It shouldn't be that hard to brew up some ideas on you're own before exchanging idea's.Verses: Verses that I will include Andy into, Casual, Celebrity, Crossovers Accepted. Verses that are a huge no. Wrestling and No Smut Only Pages.Replies: There will be times I will be slow or fast with replies, Andy isn't my only page aka I have more then one page. Please Understand and Respect That.Soulmate: My Andy is taken by my irl girlfriend's Juliet Simms Biersack page aka DragonFly. I'm not one who cheats and I'm very Faithful to her. Means other's don't message me asking to date them in real life. My girlfriend isn't the jealous type and she knows I have some pages that don't have her as the Love Interest, She knows where my heart and love for only her ooc / irl.Length of Replies: One Line and one word replies asked to be in status play only. Semi Para, Para and Multi Para Responses ask to be in comments or messages. Thank You. It helps me be abit more organized with replies that come in through status, Comments or Messages.

Serenity Lilith Nightmare🖤

10/24/2020 12:13 PM 

Serenity's Section

Love lifeFamily& FriendsDemonic LovesPowersPetsMusicCharmed/SupernaturalBuffy the Vampire Slayer/AngelSailor Moon/Power Rangers Section

Serenity Lilith Nightmare🖤

10/24/2020 12:13 PM 

Serenity's Section

Love lifeFamily& FriendsDemonic LovesPowersPetsMusicCharmed/SupernaturalBuffy the Vampire Slayer/AngelSailor Moon/Power Rangers Section

Bowie

10/24/2020 11:01 PM 

OPTIONAL TASK 122

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, about a year younger than Robb and 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.




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