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Head Prat

10/20/2020 01:48 PM 

Percy's Facts/HC

Character Study: Percy Q&AAsk and TellRelationship StudyHead Canons:Hatstall MusingsRandom/FunWhat If

Head Prat

10/20/2020 01:46 PM 

Character Prompts

*These are in the order in which they were writtenWhy Can't you Listen... [Percy/Ginny]Just because you care...[Percy/Zoshia]I let you down [Percy/Ginny]Please, just let me go [Percy/Giles]Home [Percy/Molly]Fire [Percy/Zosh]Talk to me [Percy/Rose]Stop pretending [Percy/George]You said you'd be there [Percy/Rose]We're not the same [Percy/Ginny]Atonement [Percy/Lavender]In the Sky [Percy/Ginny]Whose side are you on [Percy/George]I can't do this anymore [Percy/Zoshia]Our little Secret [Percy/Crouch Jr]You're not okay [Percy/Molly]Collateral damage [Percy/Scrim]I love you [Percy/Penelope/Zoshia]Guilt and Grief [Percy/Molly]

Head Prat

10/20/2020 01:40 PM 

Connection Head Canons

Small Character HC's


10/20/2020 10:02 PM 

Activity Check - 10/18

Life in Valkery had always been difficult. Eden firmly believed that she was strong enuogh tosurvive, to be there for her friends and forget the chaos that ensued around her... but there wasonly so much a person could take. Lucy had fully taken over, his reign of tyranny spilled into the streetsand had found it's way in the homes of almost every Valkerian that dared stay this long. She had far agolost track of the loved ones she had lost. The sharp ache in her chest no longer soothed by the inebriatingeffects of day-drinking and optimism. This was no longer about how much she loved those that remained orhow stubbornly she wanted to protect them. The fact of the matter was that she was now choosing betweenlife and death...It took weeks to finally muster up the sanity to choose and run from Valkery to save her life. Her heart brokeat the thought of leaving anyone behind, especially the patients she had taken care of from the start. For as longas she could remember, Eden had always put others before herself. In the end, she would much rather give the shirtoff her back to a complete stranger than have to watch said person suffer for even a moment's time. Her mentalitymade it difficult to care about her life over others but she couldnt' deny that staying here was helping much, either.She couldn't fight. She couldn't protect herself or anyone else around her no matter how badly she wanted to. Really,all she was to the survivors now was a hindrance, and Eden refused to be that.The petite female cared less about the items of her home, making sure only to pack up her beloved feline taking a peakoutside to see if the coast was clear. To say that things have gotten worse would be an understatement.The air was hazy, polluted with the black smoke of burning bodies and debris from the destruction of Lucy's minions. Desperate survivors were running wild, some looting and some simply looking for a place to lay low so that theycould live to see another day. The brunette hugged her cat's crate close to her chest as tears pricked at the cornerof her mocha hues. Fear had settled like a heavy stone at the pit of her stomach, causing waves of nausea andcold sweats. Eden clamped her eyes shut tightly, whispering words of encouragement to herself in hopes that thiswould help her push forth. After several moments her eyes opened to peer back out her bay window. The streetswere still burning, there was still chaos but it was clear. This was her chance."Stay quiet, Orion. Whatever happens, we're going to get out of here." She whispered softly into one of the side holesof her cat's crate. An audible purr erupted from inside as he rubbed against the inside of the hard plastic container,encouragement that she desperately needed. Eden brought herself over to the front door, right hand trembling up before resting on the knob. "One.... two... three." She exhaled before sharply pulling open the door and making a made dashtowards her 2010 Kia. The brunette hurdeled over fallen bodies, all of which she patheticallyattempted to imagine were anything but her neighbors. Her lungs burned despite the short sprint, heart racing wildly withinits bone cage as she finally reached her vehicle. Eden fumbled with her keys before unlocking the car, apologizingbreathlessly as she shoved Orion's crate inside and shut the door quickly before making her way around the frontof the vehicle. She just made it to the driver's side when she felt her body being pushed roughly into the side of thevehicle, fingers tangling within her long silky brunette tresses.Eden gasped out, a small squeak escaping her as she was roughly spun around and pinned to the driver's side door.A man in a bunny mask loomed over her, blood splattered about his mask. The stench of the man was enough tomake her stomach churn; a musk of body odor, carnage and soot sabotaged her nasal pathways. "Where do you thinkyou're going, doll?" He inquired, his gravely voice sending chills down her spine. Eden writhed beneath him but he wastoo strong, causing a soft and helpless grunt slip past her lips."Pl-Please, just let me go!" She pleaded, but the man laughed and slowly shook his head. It was clear that he wasn'tinterested in allowing any survivors escape him, no doubt given strict orders to mow down anyone and everything inhis path. His body pressed into her, a greedy explorative right hand gliding up her inner thigh. This was not how she wasgoing to go. She refused to be taken advantage of like this again. Despite the fear that bubbled up her throat she snappedher knee upwards, succesfully connecting her patella against the man's groin area. The air escaped sharply from his lungspast his lips as he keeled over, giving Eden breathing room. She fought back the urge to apologize for hurting him, a sickengrained habit of hers to apologize for anything and everything, as she turned back to her car, opened up the driver'sside door, and slid in. The brunette locked the doors to her vehicle immediatley and ignited the engine before slammingher foot heavily down on the accelerator. The car lurched forward sharply, causing Orion to whine in protest as his cage pressed heavily into the seat."I'm sorry buddy but... we're safe." Eden spoke, voice trembling and breaking as tears began to fall from her chocolate optics. "We're free."

Hermione E&L Gryffindor's GB

10/20/2020 04:04 AM 

Gryffindor Friends
Current mood:  blessed

1. π’«π‘œπ“‰π“‰π‘’𝓇2. Ginny3.

Viper Mata Jr

10/20/2020 02:41 PM 

Dear Dad
Current mood:  betrayed

  I have no idea if you will get this. I just know you are out there. So I can only hopefate is on my side and you do. Please know I hate the fact I even haveto come to you. After so many years of living in the shadows as you have.I finally realize it only lets thosewho try to destroy you win if you do. With that being said please stop hiding. No one should ever have the power.To make you do so. I bloody don't care.Who chooses to believe what. No matterwhat these buggers say or do about you.Don't let it get you. As of late a lot of people have turned on me. Now wanting to throw me under the bus. And the only person who canstop them is you.  If I could then I would but am only half of you and half my mother.I am not powerful enough to do so. But you are destined to do it. I know you remember all the things they said. They were notabout me. But about the person, I need your help to stop.Please overcome this fear that keeps holding you back.Don't let some bloody bitter ex-girlfriend. Stop you from being who you are destined to be. There was a time we were a hundred and fifty strong. And those days could come back again. But not if you keep hiding in the shadows please Dad.Come out of hiding. Please I need you now more than ever. I need you to completeyour destiny. And slay the beast of all beast.Whose collects his jar of heartsas though its for a feast.Recall the name the one your old friends blamed.Back when you aided a friend. To help her gain respect and control.Recall that name becausehe's the one to blame.Dad if you get this. I hope it changes your mind.and if doesn't then do not forget I loveyou pops. And I hope you are doing well.And one day overcome whatever it isthat is giving you hell. 


10/19/2020 09:17 PM 


Characters I roleplay: Alice: WonderlandBree: TwilightBio will be added with all other characters of mine. 

ℭ𝔯𝔢𝔭𝔱 π”Žπ”’π”’π”­π”’π”―

10/19/2020 09:03 PM 

The Plot so far

OOC: First and foremost, I want to thank you for taking the time to read this. So... uh. Thanks. Yeah. Anyway, some of you are probably wondering how this works. I play a guy who tells stories. So I'm the guy who tells stories telling story about a guy telling stories? Kinda?With the advent of such wonderful social media platforms as YouTube, TikTok, Instagram and a litany of others, I thought Crypty could jump into the digital age with his own accounts and platforms, and launch himself into multimedia stardom as well. I know, it's cooky, but its fun. BUT WAIT.... THERE'S MORE!!!I'll also start hosting stories as well. It'll kinda be a variety of things like the shows and comics were. Basically, I set you up in a scenario. Sometimes in your favor, and sometimes not... mostly not. This is horror. When is it not? Prior to getting into those stories, I'd really like to get to know you as a person more before I start crafting those. They do take a lot of time and effort and I don't want to be half way through the starter and have you suddenly delete your account or change everything and not tell me. Its happened and it sucks. Worse case scenario, you make a new RL friend. OhOoOo No!With that said. Lets crack open a cold one, sit back and do some writing. Discord: Crypt Keeper#7099 

Daisy Johnson (Earth-616)

10/19/2020 08:03 PM 

For Freddy

  What can I tell you, that I'm a kid from the 80's? And a Teen from the 90's, oh hell yeah! And the first mutant but that was my father's accident. Anyways the party at Tony's was a little too tight for me so I left too early finding no gentleman to ease my thirst walking down the stairs and out that building. Remembered the many times I f***ed with a stranger."Why do I like them more? Coz they don't me?" Was an exotic machine of those who walk Manhattan streets like a demon on the hunt of its victim, so many to chose from, so little time. High heals to make the walk as a jaguar, from bar to bar leaving people behind.  the drunks with who knows what they are talking about, the white colar criminals joking as teens with pre-adolescent sex jokes coz they have non. Anyways, could stay for another round, but I like to be treated as the number one bitch in town. You make a promise, kneel and removed my skirt slowly. I had no time for giving twisted information anyways. It was him, the memory of his face which tormented me, when would I see him again.   He always returns flickering his fingers in the dark, asking for more, whatever if it made sense or not, it ringed to him, do, he looked for fire, he could come with the big burn balancing hisresponsible fatherhood as if the teens, the kids are his, that paternal  figure that sometimes kinds of becomes as oppressive as his manhood. So all's well, those encounters, anyways I trust no man who hide their politics and does not address himself carefully towards me, at least Freddy has the power to influence minds.F*** Shield, Hydra and all those I work for, I'm having a night out.But it hasen't yet ended. There was a brief smile not expected to apologise. "Come to me papi, I ain't coming to you. I'm a mother f***ing lady bitch, never talk about prize either, you just give it to me!" Dalls, strings, some  incentive people with no contradictions, so amiable to forget and make up more stories who never blend. Why? Because you need a little night mare to return and tell you what is Hell about.Next day, or in a few ours I will have to show up at work or that party with an hypocrite face as if everything is under control, but no, the guest are subdued an instinct to go wild. This is why I'm out for a while. If I could think of him, where is Freddy when I think of him, why would not he give me his presence, why would he wan't me to run away before him, or scream inside the nightmare of him. Hum?Anyways, if you count on me, count it all. I was made for hardcore, don't look after me when I'm not around. I've been told many things and believe non. They joined the rest of the group, and will enjoy how you die one after the other, can tell you that's a guaranty. 


10/19/2020 06:23 PM 

Dissociative Identity Disorder in Undercover Agents

Case number: 1865xRM Subject Name: Roxanne Genevieve Morton   Analysis summary: Subject R.G.M, a 27-year-old female agent of the [REDACTED] Agency, Which now has disbanded after [REDACTED] Subject RGM was in the field on an undercover assignment in [REDACTED] at the time of disbanding. The subject remained in the field unaware for several months with no communication. Until reigned in by [REDACTED] and sent for debriefing. The subject presents with severe mood swings and an unwillingness to cooperate during debriefing. Prone to violence when pressed. Subject diagnosed with Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID) and often swings between her natural persona and her undercover identity, Secondary identity is hostile and often refuses sleep or sustenance. The primary identity is the most present. Though there is nearly no indication of the trigger for the switch. The subject is being released upon the completion of re-assimilation, with regular check-in with a physiatrist affiliated with [REDACTED].   --Informational files attached--   Dissociative Identity Disorder  Current physiological studies have concluded that many agents employed in undercover work are twice as likely to develop one or more personality disorders. Most common among them being Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID) Formerly known as Multiple Personality Disorder, Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID) is a condition in which a person has two or more distinct identities or personality states, which may alternate within the individual's conscious awareness. The different personality states usually have distinct names, identities, temperaments, and self-image. At least two of these personalities repeatedly assert themselves to control the affected person's behavior and consciousness, causing long lapses in memory that far exceed typical episodes of forgetting.   The common symptoms of DID include: Unexplained events and inability to be aware of them (such as finding yourself somewhere without remembering how you got there or new clothes that you have no recollection of buying). Frequent bouts of memory loss or "lost time." The sudden return of memories, as in a flashback and/or flashback to traumatic events. Episodes of feeling disconnected or detached from one's body and thoughts. Hallucinations (sensory experiences that are not real, such as hearing voices talking to you or talking inside your head). "Out of body" experiences. Suicide attempts or self-injury.   Persons with DID may also have problems with: Depression or mood swings. Anxiety, nervousness, panic attacks, and phobias (flashbacks, reactions to stimuli, or "triggers"). Eating disorders. Unexplained sleep problems (such as insomnia, night terrors, and sleepwalking).

Katherine Pierce

10/19/2020 05:37 PM 

Katherine Pierce

Katherine here..I'm back and still alive..well sort know that cure that was put into my body well it may have killed my original body but thanks to my doppelgänger Elena Gilbert I was able to switch bodies and I feel great.. well better than great actually..Elena is well now dead.. and I'm living her life. So if you want to chat let me know I'll try not to kill you. 

The Diamond Standard

10/19/2020 04:54 PM 

Killer Queen

She's a Killer QueenGunpowder, gelatinDynamite with a laser beamGuaranteed to blow your mindAnytimeLace upon gilding, velvet accented with gold. Opulence hardly seemed the appropriate word. Ostentatious was more fitting, perhaps. It was a mockery of a bygone era, bastardized to suit a fetishized idealism. To the tune of softly playing parlor music, a small social was being carried out. Antique furniture was violated by the scantily covered posteriors that rested upon them. Women were everywhere, their most intimate parts barely covered, but still readily available for the wandering hand's amusement. An even mixture of black and white themed corsets exaggerated their feminine forms, accented with sparkling jewels and their hair drawn back in complex mixture of braiding and curls; they were too beautiful to be real, as though crafted by Pygmalion himself. Strewn about with glasses of champagne in hand, they flocked around the much smaller population of men. These gaggles laughed and fawned upon each man, treating him as though he was the most interesting human being in the world. And, in a sense, he was.The Hellfire Club's roster was composed of the most powerful and influential people on the planet, after all. Politicians and captains of industry. The crème de la crème. The most upper crust of the upper crust. To be a member of the Hellfire Club was a prestige limited to only a few, inherited by others. Unbeknownst to most of these talking money bags, however, there was an organization within the organization. It was called the Inner Circle. Themed after a chess board, the Inner Circle was divided into two courts: White and Black, with ranks ranging from King and Queen to Pawn. Though united in their ambition, the Courts often competed for control of the Inner Circle. It was a little game they played while covertly ruling the world. One such member was about to make her entrance to the social gathering. Unlike the sea of flesh, the White Queen was not some vapid arm adornment. Wearing a white lace mask, she remained--by comparison--overly dressed. Hair so blonde it bordered on white, her bobbed hair was the least of her appeal. Alabaster skin and ocean blue eyes, she was a regal woman by her own right. But it was the clothes that really made the woman. Her signature white corset hugged her frame while her pale shoulders were shrouded in a white, fur-lined cape. Thigh high stiletto boots completed the White Queen's attire. The only thing missing was the coiled whip in hand--this wasn't /that/ kind of party, after all.On her heels were two White Court attendants. Mirroring their mistress's all white attire, they smoothed out the folds of her cape, making sure she looked pristine, least they suffered her wrath or her lash at a later time. Signaling the door should be opened, Emma Frost was one step away from making her grand entrance to the soiree, when another White Court attendant came shuffling in. With minor annoyance, the White Queen gave the faintest of grimace, barely enough to dimple to corner of her mouth."Mistress, there is a phone call." The attendant stammered."I will take the call in my office."With a click of her tongue, Emma turned back the way she had come in a sweeping wave of white. With a deft maneuver mastered over years of practice, she had unfastened her cape and tossed it at the interrupting attendant. Befuddled, the woman clawed wildly at the cape to gather it up against her chest, following behind the White Queen as she advanced down the dimly lit hallways of the Victorian mansion to the White Wing. This was Emma Frost's dominion within the Inner Circle. She was the highest ranking member of the White Court and, to be quite honest, even if there were a sitting White King, she had seniority; this was her Queendom.As one might expect from something christened the White Wing, it was white. While the style and coloration of the house itself remained consistent, the walls, drapery, the overall décor was white and accented with silver or glass. Pushing open the door to her office, Emma set her eyes on the large desk to the phone. But no sooner had she stepped through the threshold, something blindsided her from the left. The momentum of being hit by what felt like a freight train sent the White Queen tumbling to the ground in a most undignified manner. Reeling from the blow, Emma barely had time to lift her head before the intruder her was on her again. Her fist grabbed Emma by the hair on the crown of her head, invoking a sharp yelp as she grabbed wildly at the woman's wrist. But whatever she raked her nails against, it was not flesh. The surface ripped her nails up, even as she struggled to get any sort of traction against the impenetrable epidermis."Was I always this pathetic?"Struggling to look upwards to get a look at this woman, the White Queen was meet with herself. But not her. Older. And…shinny."I suppose this would be the part where I should say something profound, but, regrettably, I've been around the likes of the X-Men for the last decade or so. I'm reduced to the 'Come with me if you want to live' cliché."Emma Frost, once and future White Queen of the Hellfire Club, did something risky and dangerous. But it was essential for the future. Or at least that is what she told herself. In truth, what she did was the result of a broken heart. Following behind Beast and his stunt bringing the original X-Men to their present, the telepath reverse engineered his little time travel device. (This is an important lesson, children, never underestimate a blonde with a mission!) While she was seldom credited for her engineering prowess, Emma had invented her own Cerebro--a la Cerebra--and a device for swapping psyches. Programing the time machine, Emma added a special new feature: a tether that would return her to the present.Infiltrating the Hellfire Club was a cake walk. All she needed to do was command the staff to look the other way, telepathy was handy like that! Luring in her younger self took even less effort. Once rendering the doppelganger unconscious, Emma telepathically summoned henchmen into the office. She silently commanded them to stand guard, no interruptions would be tolerated.All the pawns were in place, the queen was in check. Emma then wheeled the other Emma to her desk, she was going to awaken with some dignity. "How young I was." She mused to herself, delicately moving a lock of hair from her other self's face. It was…unsettling…touching her own body with new finger tips. She was familiar with every curve, every crease, but it all felt so…alien. "How much potential I failed to realize within myself." It was important that this all fell into place just right. On her belt rested the time travel tether. Upon turning it on, she had exactly the time it took for it to boot up to pull the trigger on the body swap gun before her older body was jettisoned back to the future. Retrieving the White Queen's body swap gun, Emma took aim and pulled the trigger. Imagine how she could change the future given the chance to do it all over again. But, this time, with the knowledge of the future.------The use of the body swap gun knocks the user and target out cold for a short period of time. It was a useful side effect, so she had never gotten around to possibly correcting it. Slowly waking up, the White Queen needed a moment to orient herself. It was her body, but not entirely her body. It was younger, naive to the potential it carried--and truth be told, this was technically a different universe. Her muscles weren't as finely tunes as her (not all that much!) older body. She was still in fine shape, but Emma had to remember not to give into the instinct to shift to her diamond form; how dependent she had become! Perhaps she should have flipped some relays in her new head to trigger her secondary mutation sooner than Genosha's massacre. Running her fingers through her hair, Emma smoothed her hair back before she grabbed the top of her corset and adjusted herself. Flashing a glance in the nearest shinny surface, she checked her make-up to make sure it betrayed nothing amiss.Bursting through the double doors of her office, the White Queen strolled past the stunned guards she had ordered into place.  She kept marching, leaving the befuddled maids in her wake, as she marched right into the Hellfire gathering.  Foregoing her usual pomp and pageantry many had become accustomed raised eyebrows and garnered a few stray glances.  Unmoved by their agitation in her disturbance of their amorous pursuits, Emma strolled right up to one stout, familiar frame.  So adorned with women, he looked not all that dissimilar to the scene in Star Wars with that vulgar worm creatures.  He certainly had the same leave of appeal. “Shaw, darling.”  Emma crooned softly as she shooed away the eye-candy. She reclined casually against his shoulder, offering him the delectable view of her ample bosom.  “I require your presence in the White Hall.  It’s an /urgent/ matter.”  She curled the corners of her lips into a vulpine smile as she glanced at the ponytailed buffoon from under her lashes with all the charm of her “come hither” allure.  The appeal of a quick dalliance with the White Queen was much too much for Shaw. She stood up, confident her bait had been taken--hook, line, and sinker. She sashayed through the room, her shapely form moving with effortless grace of a queen with all the calculation of a jaguar on the hunt.So eager was he that he nearly trampled some guests and their companions as he followed the vision in white away from the soft tones of music and frivolity to the seclusion of the White Queen’s personal apartment. What Shaw beheld at his arrival was the White Queen in all her splendid glory upon a sea of white bedding. She reclined like a Venus, arms strategically draped above her head on overstuffed pillows, her sensuous form stretched out across the length of the bed. How she got out of the absurdly restrictive corset and thigh high boots in such a short amount of time mattered not, his lecherous gaze was set solely on the conquest of a queen. All but ripping his clothing from his own form, Shaw advanced into the darkened room. Approaching the foot of the bed, his burning desire was very apparent. Gripping her ankle, Shaw pulled Emma downward. His mouth latched onto the alabaster flesh of her ankle, eyes burning with a growing hunger set upon her face. With a sweet smile on her lips, Emma played coy. She slipped her foot from his grip, curling back up at the head of her bed. Shaw began to climb onto the bed, liking this little game. Much to his misfortune, however, the pretend innocence was not the only game the White Queen was playing. As he approached her, the White Queen struck.The psibolt knocked him off his feet. Shaw fell onto the bed and rolled. Gripping his head, dazed, the Black King struggled to get off the bed and to his feet. But no sooner did he lay foot on the ground, Emma struck again. Another psibolt, sending the revolting pig spiraling to the ground. Disoriented, hurting from the blows he could not absorb, Shaw lashed out for anything to grab hold of--a weapon, a tether, anything to allow him the comfort of knowing he had control of this situation. Slipping casually off the bed, the White Queen came to stand over the struggling worm of a man, her face void of any emotion save one: triumph. To finally dispatch this horrid creature, something she should have done years ago--liberating! Drinking in this moment, savoring ever last second, she finally struck one last time. Shaw's body went limp. Stepping past him, the White Queen began getting dressed. She had a party to attend.

Into the Night

10/19/2020 01:03 PM 

Halloween 2020

Our characters awaken in a dream world.They find themselves in the woods at night at an old run down camp with dilapidated cabins.There is a note of a Halloween party later in the evening.In this scenario, let your imaginations run wild.Jason, Michael, Freddy, Chucky, bring any horror movie scenario or character into the mix.Fight, fright, and handle your favorite horror movie worlds.Remember it is only just a dream.

TΚœα΄€α΄›Ξ‡s TΚœα΄‡ SPIRITοΉ—

10/19/2020 11:49 PM 


1. I do not respond to people asking me if I would like to rp- just send me a plot if you have an idea. 2. For those who want to thank me for accepting them, don't thank me, I'm more interested on building and writing a story than small talking OOC. 3. I don't tolerate drama or people assuming that something is in regards to them when it isn't. don't be That writer. 4. I don't water down the violence, sometimes people deserve it and sometimes they don't.  The whole premise of the crow is a pure love denied due to some tragic occurrence. One of the loved ones rises from the dead to set right that which was taken from them, all under the guidance of a supernatural crow. It's a story of love, tragedy, vengeance and redemption.5. I don't sugar coat anything, If I feel like our personalities mix well or that you just don't interest me there are two things I will do: I will tell you or I will flat out ignore you- As in, if you send me something that isn't copy and paste I have more interest in you and will actually attempt to strike a conversation. 6. I am selective in the romance department. I'm picky and I honestly have a right to be because after years of writing with people and setting up boundaries, some people ignore them.  Again- Don't be that writer. 7. Speaking of Boundaries mine are pretty simple-  I don't talk ooc about my rl, don't ask.  I don't ship unless there is chemisty. I don't tolerate drama or people talking about their drama on stream, that's an instant unfriend.


10/19/2020 11:18 PM 



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